@fgtmgt I have seen quite a few very sweet and very cute things for 100% Love, but for me personally my mind definitely is stuck on the idea that it would really be 100% Awkward instead so viola! I’ve drawn them around the ages I draw them for And Nearly Letting Go because I’ll be damned if this doesn’t take them years. I finally did a kiss hahaha
Mob doesn’t actually know how he managed to teleport, he’s going to have a long way home. In the meantime, Teruki will be having a complete meltdown because obviously the experience was so bad Mob felt the need to r u n a w a y
*phone ringing* Reigen: Mob? It’s rare for you to call me, what’s wrong? Mob: I think I’m lost. Reigen: What do you mean “lost”? Mob: I don’t recognise where I am. Reigen:… Okay. What can you see around you? Mob: Cows. Reigen: Cows? Mob: Yes. Reigen:What… Do you see anything else? Mob:… Grass. And more cows. Reigen: Mob, how pray tell did you get to be surrounded by cows in the middle of nowhere? Mob:… Reigne:Mob? Mob: I… may have teleported here. But I don’t know how I did it. So I can’t get back. Reigen: *wtfffffffffffff*
It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.
Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”
“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”
“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”
Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”
Do you know any good fics with Vicchan in it? Yuuri's poodle?
Thanks for these requests! I love fics where Vicchan is alive 💙 (Thanks @gotvodka for helping me find some of these fics!)
Please let me know if you’ve seen any more fics like these!
Turn Back the Clockby IronScript, Teen, 52k (WIP) When Yuuri and Viktor wake up over thirty years in the past, they don’t know what to do. Does the other remember? Great time travel AU!
taking the long way home by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 6.6k (WIP) In which Vicchan never died, Yuuri won bronze at the Grand Prix Final, didn’t get drunk at the banquet, and never made Victor fall in love with him. Great fic so far!
For the love of a dog by kireiflora, Gen, 8.4k (WIP) Yuuri calls his mom before the GPF, looking for some courage, instead he gets the news his beloved dog, Vicchan, is sick. He’s barely convinced to wait the two days to see the competition through before getting on the plane home, but if he’s going to stay that long, he’s going to make it count. Another great fic!
Stay Close to Me by dasedandconfuzed, Teen, 11k At the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri misses the podium by fractions of a point. Embroiled in a skating controversy, he tells himself he’ll prove his worth in the World Championships, but there’s a long time in between. Thumbs up!
Lost and Found by beeceae, Teen, 9.5k (WIP) Still singing his little song, a broad smile appears on Viktor’s lips, “You know… My name is Vicchan as well!” Viktor lets out a little laugh, “Maybe it was fate that brought us together, Vicchan Number Two!” the man hugs the dog closer to his chest. Snuggling against Viktor’s warm sweater, Vicchan yips in agreement. Amazingly sweet!
On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 72k (WIP) Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.As if it had all been just a dream. SUCH A STUNNING FIC HOLY
Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), 118k (WIP) At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star – and Yuuri’s idol – Viktor Nikiforov. Rivals AU!
Love in Knots by sayasamax3, Gen, 1.5k “What am I even going to say? ‘Hi, I’m Yuuri, a total stranger who checks you out in the park sometimes, I think our dogs should go on a date?’ This is a terrible idea Vicchan, why’d I let you talk me into this?” A story in which Vicchan and Makkachin take to match-making, with startling success. Cute one-shot!
Drunk on You (Chapter 8)by kiaronna, Teen, 3k In this AU, a regular animal will find you and essentially attach itself to you, becoming your animal guide. It will do everything in its power to ensure that you two come together as soulmates; if you’re out walking your animal guide, it might drag you to an attractive stranger. Very sweet soulmate AU!
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. One of my favourite fics of ALL time!
Summary: Dan and Phil are bestfriends and they can’t spend three weeks apart from each other so they decide to go up north together. When they get there, Phil’s grandma insinuates something, and Dan has something to confess.
Summary: It was one of their few nights in a hotel during TATINOF and Phil was alone and feeling a bit homesick. Eventually he gives in and makes a visit next door to Dan’s room, despite it being the middle of the night. Dan comforts his worries and invites him to stay with him for the night. A confession from Phil leads to a change in their relationship…
Summary: Dan and Phil are moving again, all their friends think its weird that they do everything together even though they aren’t “together”. They don’t show any signs of ever wanting to be apart. Que talks about the future and coming to terms with being in love.
Summary: Dan and Phil set about to watch a horror film, despite Dan bigging it up all day and showing his enthusiasm, Phil has no idea that Dan is actually scared of Horror Films. Who would of guessed that confessions about their feeling would soon start flying.
Summary: Dan and Phil have a ‘‘friends with benefits’‘ kind of relationship. They are both in love and afraid to confess in case the lose each other. What will happen when they both decide to come clear with the other on the same day which happens to be Phil’s brother’s wedding? Will everything turn out okay?
Summary: Dan and Phil through the years. Both of them like each other but none of them have the courage to confess their attraction to each other until one fine day. Basically, really fluffy and kinda domestic :)
hoseok, with as wild and open as he can be, is someone that romantically needs familiarity,,,,,,,like he’s the classic case of “oh no im in love with my best friend”
except he’s really good at hiding it from other members and people because yeah he initiates skinship with you, throws his hand around your shoulder when you’re showing him something on your phone, ruffles your hair, tells you you look cute when you wear something new or cut your hair, but hoseok is like this with literally everyone so you never know whose special to him ,,,,,,in that way
but hoseok plans his confession,,,,he doesn’t fall into his feelings headfirst like jimin or get straight to the point like yoongi,,,,,,he takes the time to learn what you like and who you are as a friend and then,,,,,when he feels like it’s right
he asks you out and it feels like a shock,,,,because you?? hoseok chose ,,,,,,,you??
and it’s not secret that everyone always makes up assumptions about hoseok’s love life because with a personality so bright and so,,,,,hot,,,,,there’s got to be a long list of people willing to do hoseok’s every bidding
but here he is, standing in front of you with flowers on a saturday night and he wants you,,,,,,,to go on a date with him
and it’s a date that seems almost perfectly catered to you. hoseok remembers that movie you wanted to see,,,,,,he remembers that you like popcorn a certain way even if he doesn’t like it like that,,,,,,he knows that you always pick seats towards the middle of the row,,,,,,he gives you his jacket because the theater is cold
and after he knows what restaurant you’ve been dying to try,,,,,he picked a theater close to it,,,,,,he points out that he likes how you look in the lighting and that afterwords you guys should take a photo together to remember this day
when the waiter takes your order hoseok asks if the dish you’re getting has anything that you might get sick from and it’s so considerate?????
but that’s hoseok and ,,,,,,,he knows,,,,,,you,,,,,,he knows your quirks and habits and what you like and don’t like,,,,,,,,,,
and when he’s walking you home,,,,,,hoseok asks you to close your eyes for a moment. he wants to give you a gift
and so you do and you feel something drop into your hands and quietly you ask if you can open your eyes but he says,,,no there’s one more thing,,,,,,,
and that’s when you feel his hand on your cheek, gentle and delicate,,,,,,his warm breath and how he smells really good up close,,,,,,
“can i?” he asks for permission, just like a gentlemen and when you nod he kisses you with such softness???? such,,,,,,restraint because you can feel a chill go down your spine and his almost at the same time
and hoseok wouldn’t want to be rude and take it to far on the first date but if you grab him, open your eyes and ask him to kiss you again well,,,,,,
then hoseok takes a hold of your waist, lets you tangle your fingers in his hair and he kisses you the way he’s been dreaming of kissing you for soooooo long and you can see his restraint is broken,,,,and your lips are both going to be swollen,,,,,but it doesn’t matter because
now hoseok knows another thing about you: you,,,,get weak in the knees for his lips hehe
and hoseok is such a charmer,,,,,you get home and you’re still giddy over everything and you get a text that just reads “my angel, goodnight~”
and just that makes you fall over onto your bed with hearts in your eyes because,,,,,,,,,,oh god you’ve liked hoseok for so long and finally,,,,finally he’s shown you that you’re,,,,the one he likes too
but hoseok has a bad habit of being selfless and you learn this over the course of your dates where sure you two will do things you like,,,,,,,but you never hear hoseok as much as mention what he wants to do
so that’s why you always ask hoseok that instead of doing something for yourself or whatever how about you two do something new???
and hoseok loves this,,,,,because hoseok likes going out and being active and you guys throw away the notion that you have to stick to what you know to have fun
like sure why not go to the new amusement park, get scared on the rides together and scream your lungs out while holding hands????? a new rollerskating rink is open,,,,,can either of you roller skate????? what does it matter! you have each other!!! a cafe just got opened and they have raccoons??? ok hoseok might be a little frightened but he wants to go and wow now you guys get to tell everyone in bts you petted a raccoon named sylvester like,,,,,,,life is for living so why not do it together with the person you trust the most
and hoseok every now and then will pull out the romantic,,,,picnic by han river, cuddling under the stars thing that you like but you always make sure to set up a nice date at the practice studio where you and hoseok put on random music and dance around while no one else is there
namjoon once walked in on you guys dancing and hoseok was doing a handstand while you were holding his ankles and namjoon was like,,,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im out
and you and hoseok were like,,,,,,we might have scarred him,,,,,oh well
but what hoseok is really the best at,,,,i mean he’s the best at everything, but what he does that no one else has ever done for you is he supports you with his entire heart.
he never has doubts about your dreams and he never makes you feel like something is impossible. he trusts your decisions and gives his wholehearted love to you,,,,,,,
if you have a dream, hoseok shares that dream with you. that never changes about him
even if everyone else tells you you’re pushing it, even if they’re your family or close friends, hoseok will tell you with all his honesty that he thinks you can achieve anything
he’s always smiling, arms open to hold you, in your times of needs and that kind of emotional support is something that isn’t common. not the the level of hoseok
and sure he worries about your safety and well-being but he knows your potential and he does everything for you to know it too,,,,,,like how can somebody embody the word positive - idk but hoseok does
and being around him never makes you feel weaker or discouraged because hoseok respects you,,,,,,,,and wants you to succeed
he puts you before himself and it’s so lovely to have someone whose first thought when you tell them you want to try something is “do it! ill be behind you, supporting you the whole way!”
the sad part is,,,,,,hoseok fails to support himself the way he supports others but that’s ok because now he has you!!!!
people see him for his smile, his athleticism, his never ending cheer but hoseok is honestly hard on himself. and you catch it in how he refers to himself as “ugly” or “unwanted”,,,sure he might say it jokingly but you know better
and when you’re alone, you can see the darkness the festers inside of him sometimes and that’s when you tell him how much he means to you. how you’re not joking when you tell him he’s the sun,,,,,he’s everything warm,,,,,,he’s kind and handsome and so so so so talented and that his family, his friends, and you are so proud that he’s here. all that he’s achieved and more
and hoseok cries sure ,,,,,, but when you give him that comfort and that assurance he just holds you so tightly because you are everything precious to him and he is everything precious to you
and with each other you can really do anything,,,,,,,
and WOW that WAS EMOTIONAL,,,,,,but seriously as hoseok’s significant other you have to give him all this love because he deserves it. buckets and buckets of love. but yes on to the cute parts of boyfriend!hoseok
he loves giving you compliments and cheesy-gooey-lovely nicknames,,,,,,,,,,he loves it so much every damn week your name in his phone changes to something cute and sugary followed by every heart emoji avilable
and jungkook was like “hoseok, i want to call you s/o what’s their name in your phone?” and when hoseok said it out loud jungkook was like u know what nvm im not calling some named honey bunny all that is my heart -______-
you once played a trick and hoseok was like whats my name in your phone!!!! and you were like oh it’s just hoseok and he got all pouty and sulked and asked hoW could you do that to him
but you were like baby im joking it’s ‘prince of my heart, i love you 2 the moon and back’
hoseok had literally lighted up like a christmas tree and pulled you into his lap to give you eskimo kisses and tickle your sides for tricking him but he was smiling the whole time,,,,,,,,
he really likes it when you tell him about your day and you get to something frustrating and you get all cutely animated and he’s just grinning and you’re like!!!!!!!! it’s not funny
and hoseok is like no no it’s not,,,,,,you’re just so adorable i can’t help myself
and you hit him playfully but he catches your hand and kisses it you’re like rolling your eyes,,,,,,but it’s so sweet
but seriously hoseok loves when you’re open and truthful with him,,,,,,,communication is everything to him
to the point that you two can be sitting in silence, you’re in between his legs with your head on his chest texting on your phone
and he’ll just lean to whisper in your ear that right now, he loves you so much like it’s random and whatever but he just has the need to say it
knows you like a specific kind of cologne on him so he carries it with him everywhere,,,,,,even if he’s far away from you he has it with him
knows your takeout order by heart
you know his by hear too
yoongi: this is the epitome of love, knowing that your s/o wants menu number 4 on sundays and menu number 2 on mondays.
hoseok and u: can’t tell if yoongi is being sarcastic but thanks yoongi
hoseok tells you about how he really just wants to make his mom proud so sometimes when he’s practicing you take videos and send them to her
and hoseok finds out and is like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why!!!!!!!! and you’re like “because your mom said she likes seeing you dance!!!!!”
and hoseok is like,,,,,,,,,heart shattering because you’re so cute,,,,,how are you so damn cute
takes pics of pretty things he sees on tour and is like “reminds me of you!”
loves to buy things for you,,,,,,like you’ll be like don’t i don’t need anything!!! but he has an impulse to spoil you,,,,,that’s just how he is hehe
looks super hot coming back from practice,,,you know wet hair from sweating and low hanging tank top and he knows you’re into it so he’ll send you selfies in the mirror and you’re like !!!!! don’t tease me jung hoseok
and he’s just like,,,,,,wish you were here ;)))
but intimacy with hoseok is really just again about trust and being there for one and other and hoseok has the capability to be so gentle and loving when you need him to make you feel good because the day has been shitty and whatnot
but hoseok can also snap,,,,,and become this sensual,,,pleasure above all person with kisses that burn into your skin and a grip so hard and so needing that it makes your head spin
but like anything, he puts you first and sometimes you seriously have to flip him over and be like “ok, my turn - no no no hoseok stay down”
likes it when you wear his accessories more than his clothing (because you’re better without the clothing cough i didn’t say that) but he thinks it’s cute when you wear like a bracelet of his or that time you stole the keychain off his bag
and it was the keychain of the hiphop monster version of jin and you were like hehe so cute but hoseok was like ,,,,,here take this one instead
and traded that jin version for his and you were like you’re right,,,i should carry you my boyfriend around with me instead
hoseok,,,,blushing,,,,,,,,,,but also smiling because being called your boyfriend makes him so happy
concentrates when watching dance videos and his mouth is always open, tongue peeking out and you’re like dammit hoseok and he’s like huh
and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,what no i didn’t say anything and he’s still eyes glued to the screen like uhuh and you’re just like seriously what how is he so hot he’s literally not doing anything and im turned on????
hoseok’s magic wooo
yoongi is especially fond of you for taking care of hoseok and he won’t admit it but you guys are his favorite couple and when you get all pda and soft if jungkook opens his mouth yoongi shoves some candy into it and he’s like “let hoseok have this - do you understand me?”
you lay side by side with him when he’s tired and falling half asleep
and he’s at this stage where he’s just mumbling his answer and you’re just ever so quietly like hoseok,,,,,,,,are you made of stars,,,,,how can you be so bright
and he mumbles and cuddles his head into your neck
and you hold him and you think he didn’t hear you but the next morning hoseok hums to himself about him?? made of stars??? if that’s true,,,,,,you’re made of gold
and you overhear him and blush like i,,,,,,,im gonna go take a shower
hoseok: ok ill come with you!!!!
hoseok scribbles lyric ideas down on random scraps of paper that he can forget about but you collect them and tape them up in your room and when hoseok sees he’s like ???? you keep them
and you’re like shrugging and telling him you love reading what he writs
and hoseok touches the paper and looks at you and you’re just standing there smiling and hoseok is like “i,,,,,i love you so much you know that right?”
you: yes you’ve said like the 53rd time today. not that im complaining i love hearing it!
hoseok the type to buy you three bouquets of flowers so big that he can’t see in front of him when he’s walking down the street tbh,,,,,,,,,,
also last but not least,,,when hoseok wears glasses and is reading or at the cafe with you it literally takes all your might not to kiss him so hard because he looks SOOO CUTE
- Him introducing you as his wife, his eyes full of love and pride - Taking pictures of you when you don’t notice during moments of everyday life - Waking up with his sleepy voice being the first thing you hear in the day - Having to share your beauty products because he doesn’t care if it for woman or man - Accompanying him all around the world for red carpets or events - But always makes sure to stay near of you to keep an eye on you and being sure you feel good - Not being able to find one of your favorite ring because he “ borrowed” it - Almost falling when you go home because he lets his boots in the entrance - Using his perfume to feel like he’s with you when he have to stay in another country - Asking for your opinion and taking in consideration your remarks when he makes you listen to some unfinished songs - Having the chance to observing him during his creative process - His voice singing random songs becoming a background noise of your everyday life - Long Scrabble games on Sundays when both of you just want to stay home together - Being surprised because he still find new way of making you smile - Losing hours of your life looking for one of your cloth lost somewhere in his infinite collection of shirts - Being an important part of his inspiration when he works on writing a new song - Laughing together at some inside jokes that only the two of you can understand - Don’t need his words to understand when he feels bad and needs you and your support - Him being always supportive when you want to try something new - Making each other feeling loved and cherished with little touches of loves - Him always doing his best to make sure you know how much he loves you - And, that you don’t need to feel worried or jealous when you two are separated in different countries - Reassuring you when you share with him your fears about becoming this exposed in the public eyes - Helping you with the discomforts and constraints that comes along of being married with him - Being one of the privileged people that he chooses to listen to his last new songs - Borrowing his clothes and refusing to return them because they’re more comfortable than yours - Can’t find a single one of your hair ties because he takes and lost them every time - Giving you unexpected gestures of love no matter if you are in public or not - Him thanking you for having endured so many things by love for him - Him always being attentive when you talk about something you love about …
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Prompts! I keep hoping someone will do a NurseyDex AU where Dex is on a business trip to NYC (or wherever, any city of sufficient size would work, really) and Nursey takes pity on this poor lost man and offers to show him around and then romance ensues.
Derek looks up from his phone when his fingers brush the back of a hand instead of the coffee cup he’s expecting. “Sorry,” he says, “I thought that was–”
He’s staring, he knows he is, but Derek can’t seem to stop. His only comfort is, he supposes, that the man beside him is staring back at him from the most amazing eyes Derek thinks he’s ever seen. They’re golden–no, amber–and filled with light that only seems to be intensified by the color of the brows above them.
Derek is frozen, and the man is staring, a furrow between his eyebrows, and then–
“Dex?” the barista calls, and the man blinks and pulls back, cheeks flushing.
“Sorry, guess it was yours.” He lets go of the cup with Derek’s name scribbled on the side and reaches for the new one. “Wasn’t paying attention.”
“Neither was I.” He takes the cup as the man–Dex?–takes his own, and finds himself admiring the way color suffuses his cheeks, camouflaging freckles, the way his hair–copper under the lights of the cafe–falls ruffled across his forehead. “Long day?”
A shoulder and the corner of Dex’s mouth lift as he gestures to move past Derek to the assortment of sugar and cream. “The longest on record,” he says, and Derek can’t help but turn with him as he pours sugar into his coffee.
Dex nods. “How’d you–?”
“The accent. Maine?” He gots a nod. “First time in New York?”
Dex recovers his coffee and takes a sip. “Yeah, it’s…a lot.”
Derek laughs, cocking his hip against the counter. “It can be. Even for a native New Yorker such as myself. Derek, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand. “And you’re Dex.”
Bemusement crosses Dex’s face, but he takes Derek’s hand. His grip is good, firm, and Derek finds himself distracted by the width of his palm, by callouses left over from long days of work. Their hands fit well together, and Derek finds himself reluctant to let go.
“Yeah,” Dex says. “Holdover from hockey.”
Derek’s done for the day. He has nothing but an empty apartment and thirsty plants to go home to. And hockey? Hell. He knows hockey.
They get a table near the windows, regaling each other with tales of hockey played in high school and college, the both of them marveling that they never crossed paths before. They talk, hockey leading to school, school leading to hobbies. Derek tells Dex he likes to write (disingenuous, maybe, but true; he doesn’t need to go into how many titles he has to his name or the accolades he’s received for his poetry), and Dex nods and listens and tells him he was never good with putting words down on the page.
They talk, and Derek watches the way Dex’s hands curl around his coffee, the way his tongue curls against his lip. Outside, daylight turns to dusk. Inside, shadows play over Dex’s cheek, his eyelashes pale smudges, his eyes focused and pinning.
Derek should thank him for his company and go. Instead, he says, “You said this is your first time in the city? You, uh, want to grab a bite to eat? I know some great places close by, and if it’s your first time, you should really have someone experienced show you around.”
Dex’s cheeks flush. His eyes flicker from Derek to his own hands around his empty cup to his–their–reflection in the shop’s window. Dex breathes deep, and Derek braces himself for a polite brush off, but then Dex’s mouth is twitching and he’s turning to Derek and he’s saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Derek grins, heart suddenly racing. “Good,” he says. “Great. I promise, it’ll be a night you won’t forget.”
A beat, and then Derek feels his skin heat, opens his mouth to…do something. Dig himself out of that particular innuendo. Apologize for sounding presumptuous.
Dex stares, face unreadable, and then he stands, smiles. “I don’t doubt that,” he says. “Come on. Show me your city.”
Modern AU with nothing special going on, no aliens, no magic space lions, nada.
Shiro works as a social worker and helps out at a private institution for orphans that aren’t good fits for regular foster homes. Keith is a kid whose parents died when he was young and he was sent to his next of kin. Spoiler: They’re awful. They get a call from a concerned neighbor and it turns out Keith had been severely neglected to the point where he’s mostly nonverbal, and Shiro’s workplace takes custody of him.
Shiro was the first one on the scene and he was the one who coaxed Keith out of the house, he made sure to speak softly and tell him that he was safe and, when he figured out that Keith couldn’t or wouldn’t speak, made sure to ask yes or no questions that he could nod or shake his head to. Because he didn’t even have a change of clothes, Shiro gave Keith his jacket and let him keep it and now Keith just latches onto him instantly.
AN: *Loud squeaking noise” This is my first attempt at an Original reader insert, and quite possibly the start of another soulmark universe. Cause, I never do anything half way. Still I’m pretty excited, and happy that this is my first attempt at branching out. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to let me know what you think!
This is a soulmark AU, so be prepared. This is taking place at the middle of season 2, with a slightly delayed timeline.
“You know, eight months ago I would have freaked at coming home and finding two shelves in my refrigerator filled with blood.”
Rebekah grinned at you, “Yes, well, you’ve come a long way. I’m very proud.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the woman, before pulling out a bottle of water and closing the door. “Where’s Hope?”
“Fast asleep like the angel she is.”
This time you can’t resist the urge, you roll your eyes, “Says the woman who refuses to deal with the crying fits.”
You watch her pout, “I’m a vampire. Sensitive hearing and all that. Plus you’re very good with her.”
You stare her down, “You’re spoiled.”
She shrugs, “Guilty as charged.” You say nothing else, choosing to return to your room instead. You have lesson plans to complete, and little time for games. Especially supernatural games. Unfortunately, the supernatural seemed out to get you.
Eight months ago you had been oblivious to the secret world around you. You’d been able to move through the streets without looking for signs of vampires or witches. In fact, the only thing you had been looking for was a roommate. Enter Rebekah Mikaelson.
She had strolled up to your door like she already owned the place, a small infant in her arms. You had gone through the motions of showing her around the apartment, and were ready to show her out after the fourth snarky comment, when she had looked you in the eyes and simply said, I’m staying. That had been the first time you’d been compelled.
The second time came seconds later when she told you to offer your neck, and stay quiet. The fangs had hurt, enough that you had wanted to cry out, but you had found yourself unable to say anything. Her story had come out over the next several weeks. Original vampires. Witches. Evil parents. New Orleans. It had been a lot to absorb. You’d simply been grateful that she hadn’t sunk her teeth into you again.
Still, more often than not you found Rebekah to be more of a pain than a villain. She was lonely and unsure of herself. Conscious of the eyes on her. She reminded you of a middle schooler in that way. Still trying to find out who she was. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was her love for that baby.
The child rarely left her sight, and the only true times you dealt with the crying fits were when she was off feeding, or the supply in the fridge was running low. Other than that you had little interaction with Hope. And you were okay with that.
You spend two more hours completing lesson plans before deciding to call it a night. You retreat to the shower, moving quietly past Rebekah and Hope’s room, before stripping. The water is scalding hot, something you prefer in cooler months. You take your time enjoying the spray before ending the bliss.
You towel dry your hair, and like always, that catches your eye. It’s elegant. Refined. A type of handwriting you don’t see anymore. I’ve waited centuries to hear those words. You tug the towel up so that you can’t see it anymore. There were too many questions there. Too much unknown, and you had more than enough of that at the moment.
You don’t bother with the hair dryer. Instead, you pull on a hoodie and your favorite pajama pants. That’s when you hear it. Glass breaking, things being knocked over, people yelling.
You stumble into the living room to find Rebekah dripping in blood, bodies on the surrounding floor. The veins around her eyes are dark, and second later she’s in front of you. You watch her pupils expand, and the familiar weight of compulsion settles around you, “Take Hope and drive to New Orleans. Stop for nothing. You are to go to a restaurant called Russeus. Ask for Cami. Tell her I sent you.”
As her orders settle on you, more men come through the window. With a growl, she turns to face them, and you run to the baby. She’s awake. Quiet, but awake. You cradle her to you gently, before grabbing the diaper bag and making your way to the car. You run down three flights of stairs before making it to the car.
You strap the baby into her car seat, climb into the driver’s seat and turn the key. The engine comes to life, and you pull out of the garage moments later. It’s an eight hour drive, and by the time you enter New Orleans, you feel as though you’re dying.
By the time you park, you’re painfully aware that you’re dressed only in pajama pants and a sweatshirt. You’re simply grateful you’d had time to slip on a pair of flats before leaving the apartment. The walk to Rousseau’s is short and filled with people. The streets are packed, and the lights are lit, and one glance at Hope shows that that baby is mesmerized by it all.
The restaurant is filled with the smells of cajun food, and makes the fact that you haven’t eaten in nine hours more apparent. You settle the baby carrier onto the bar, and wait to be noticed. The bartender smiles at you, and then peers to look at the baby. Her name tag catches your eyes, and a wave of relief settles over you. Your voice is a bit hesitant, as you ask, “Are you Cami?”
The woman’s smile is easy, “That’s me, how can I help you?”
You take a shaky breath, “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Rebekah Mikaelson sent me. She said you could contact the necessary people to help Hope.”
Her eyes go wide, “You know Rebekah?”
“Roommate of eight months. You?”
“Her brother’s psychiatrist.”
You just feel tired, “A vamp with a shrink… that’s…”
She nods, “Trust me, I know. Compulsion?”
You nod, and she scowls before throwing a rag on the bar. “Wait here.” You watch her disappear into the back before re-appearing. She motions towards the door with her head and you follow her. You stick close as she weaves through the people on the streets.
When she goes through a large gate, you follow. She stops in the middle before yelling, “Klaus get out here, right now.”
It’s similar to a magic trick, the way he appears. Or maybe a predator looking for a snack. He stares at you with interest, and you hug the baby carrier closer. His eyes immediately go to it. The snarl of rage comes a moment later, and then you find yourself flying. You hit the far wall, and pain explodes over your body. “Klaus don’t.”
You look up to see him standing over you, the baby carrier safely in Cami’s arms. You whimper when he picks you up using your neck. His hand tightens, and your ears start to ring. From the corner of your eye you see Cami say something. Then, suddenly, his hand is gone, and you suck in as much air as possible.
You collapse against the floor, the palms of your hand scraping against the tile. You look at the newcomer. He’s dressed in a three piece suit that has to cost more than your car. You watch as he studies you for a moment, before crouching down to eye level.
“And why, dear brother have you stopped me from killing this intruder?” You glare at your attacker, before drawing whatever strength you have left, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here..”
You watch as they both stiffen, and the more brutish one takes a step forward, “What did she just say?” You don’t say anything, and he takes a step forward, and you shrink back. “What did you just say?”
You stutter the words out, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here.”
A second later, you feel a finger brush against your cheek, as the man crouching in front of you brushes hair away from your face. His voice is a whisper, as he says “I’ve waited centuries to hear those words.”
Remember: the more senses you appeal to, the more it will drive your cuckold insane, and the more fun it will be for everyone. Mainstream porn usually focuses on watching, but that is only one of the five senses. If you can incorporate smells, sounds, light touching, even taste in some instances, it will add to the experience and make it incredibly erotic.
Make your cuckold participate in helping you get ready for your dates. This may include picking out lingerie, your outfit, helping you shave or put lotion on so you’re all “perfect” for your boyfriend.
Have your cuckold put lotion on, and massage, your feet while you and your boyfriend make-out on the couch, or even while you have sex.
Be very verbal when your cuck sees you with your boyfriend. You don’t have to jabber, but letting him know how much bigger and better your boyfriend feels inside you will make your cuckold squirm.
While you are preparing for your date, every so often grind your ass against your cuckold’s crotch to get him hard, reminding him of what he’ll be missing.
Give your cuckold a handjob while your boyfriend is fucking you, making your cuckold wait to cum until your boyfriend is done.
Have your boyfriend and cuckold stand naked on either side of you. Hold each of their cocks in your hand and talk aloud about the differences, comparing the size, girth, and how much better your boyfriend is.
Have your cuck pleasure you orally while you kiss your boyfriend (or suck his cock).
Hold his hand while your boyfriend fucks you.
Make him kneel next to you while you suck your boyfriend’s dick. Every so often turn and give him a long, french kiss and ask, “Can you taste him?”
At the end of your date, give your boyfriend a blowjob and let him cum in your mouth. When you come home shortly thereafter, make out with your husband and, without explicitly telling him what you just did, ask him to describe to you what you taste like and if he likes it.
Kiss your cuckold, or make out with him, while your boyfriend fucks you doggystyle. Lay your head on his shoulder and whisper things to him about how good your boyfriend is, how big it is, how much better he fucks you, and how he has never make you feel that way.
Make him face away from you and watch in the mirror as your BF fucks you.
The imagination can be a powerful tool. Lock him outside the bedroom and make him sit with his back against the door, listening to the sounds as you fuck your boyfriend. Have your boyfriend lift you up and fuck you with your back against the door. Your cuckold will be just on the other side, not only listening, but also feeling the power of the thrusting against the door.
Kneel in front of your boyfriend and have your cuckold kneel behind you, holding your head and hair from behind while you give your boyfriend a blowjob until he cums in your mouth.
Tie your husband to a chair in the bedroom, and make him watch you and your boyfriend have sex in your marital bed. After some intimate foreplay with french kissing, and caressing, beg your boyfriend out loud to fuck you. The more desperate you appear to look, the more it will drive your husband insane
Have hubby lean against the headboard on the bed. Then lean against him while your boyfriend fucks you so hubby can feel each thrust. Few things will drive him insane as feeling your body against his while you’re being fucked. Lean your head back on your husband’s shoulder so he can hear you breath and moan.
Another idea is to have your husband lean against the headboard or kneel at the edge of the bed while you get on your hands and knees in front of him. Then look directly into his eyes, and have your boyfriend fuck you doggy style so that hubby can feel the power of his thrusts while looking in your eyes. Take it further and lay on your husband’s lap, right next to his penis, almost touching it, but not quite. (You could even breathe or blow on his penis every now and then for added torture.)
Tie hubby to a chair in the living room, and disappear into the bedroom to have sex with your boyfriend, denying hubby the privilege of watching. After some time, take a break from fucking. Go out into the living room where your husband is waiting and have a glass of water. Say hi to your hubby, walk over to him and give him a long french kiss (to get him hard). Let him think for a minute he’s going to get lucky, then, grin at him mischievously, go back to the bedroom, close the door and lock it.
Make your husband drive you and your boyfriend to your date and pick you up afterward. Sit in the back seat, and on the way home, make sure he can see you cuddling, making out, and maybe even giving your boyfriend a blowjob.
Spend time socializing with your boyfriend for 10 to 15 minutes in the living room, before any action, and while everybody is still fully dressed. Perhaps put on a porn movie to set the tone a bit. While socializing, or watching the movie, sit next to your boyfriend, kissing, teasing, stroking, unbuttoning and treating him like a new boyfriend while hubby watches from the other couch or chair. (Alternatively you could make your husband sit right next to you while you do this with your boyfriend.)
Have hubby put his face inches away from your pussy while your boyfriend fucks you, then tell him to masturbate while doing so. If you’re feeling especially naughty, have your boyfriend cum in your pussy with hubby’s face right there to see the mess.
Sit in front of hubby and get yourself wet with your fingers. Hold your fingers up to his nose and make him smell how wet you are.
Have your cuckold lie down, put a pillow between him and you, and then have your boyfriend fuck you either doggystyle or missionary (see picture below.) If you’re feeling especially naughty, do away with the pillows.
Summary: This one shot was inspired by two aspects: I
saw the 7x16 chapter of The vampire diaries and I took inspiration from the
last scene, (I won’t say spoilers just in case) and then, I was sitting in my
bed listening to music when this song appeared, I listened carefully, more than
once and I said “this is perfect for what I have in mind” and here it
is. I must admit I was crying when I finished writing this one shot. I put my
heart and the pain I felt when I saw the scene of Jeff’s death in the serie. I
hope you like it.
One of the boys approached our circle. Our
laughter was cut but happiness didn’t go away. Undoubtedly, Jessica had been excellent
with the organization of this party, what a good way to start the new course. I
was having a great time, I couldn’t stop laughing with Zach, Montgomery and
Jeff; Great idea of the latter to insist that i attend, right now i would be
at home in the armchair watching knowing what series on Netflix, but certainly
“That’s my sign,” my boyfriend said
after taking a sip of his soda. “I’m the only one sober of you, it’s my
turn, idiots.” They all laughed and raised their glasses in Jeff’s
“I’m coming with you”
“Are you sure? I won’t be long”
“I go with you” I insisted with a
smile “This way I make sure the provisions arrive complete.” He let
out a laugh.
The boys started chanting to me, and my
boyfriend shook his head; But soon they changed the name and now called Clay,
to join our gathering outside of Jessica’s house. I had a lot better when the
social circle was small, but I liked Clay. He wasn’t like the others.
Jeff was the only one who approached him to
talk, while the others made sure to tell me what kind of beer they wanted, they
made me feel like a alcohol dealer considering that none of us were legal age
to drink, but what’s more, I wasn’t going to against the wishes attributed by a
party and the adolescent hormones swarming in the air. I said goodbye to the
boys and walked to where my friend and his best friend were.
“You drive?” I heard Clay say.
“It’s coca cola, my friend. Two beers two
hours ago, I’m good”
I rested my arm on Jeff’s shoulder and nodded
“It‘s true. He’s the most sober guy you’ll
ever meet in the whole party.” Clay smiled and shrugged. I looked at my
boyfriend. “I’ll wait for you in the car. Come with us, Clay”
I walked to where I knew his car. Of the two,
tonight was he to be the driver, not that I drank too much, but if it got to
the point of getting dizzy. Usually we took the time to take the other home
safely after a party, it was a fair deal. I was grateful that this incredible
party wasn’t my turn to drive. I leaned against the passenger’s door and looked
at my fingernails while I waited, even in the distance, the music was still
listening as if my ear was taped to one of the speakers, I was still surprised
that the neighbors didn’t call the police yet, If they were going to do it, I’d
wait outside while Jeff and I were out, didn’t intend to spend the rest of the
night in the police station for having brought beers. I imagined myself
returning to it with arms full of bottles, then my body against the hood of the
patrol; I felt crazy when I started laughing at that idea.
A few minutes later I saw my boyfriend walk
towards me. I got out of the car to meet him with a smile, I ran my hands down
his neck and gave him a short kiss on the lips. I was almost sure that he wouldn’t
come alone but I was wrong.
“He went home.” He shrugged before
giving me another kiss.
“He’s a weird guy.” I chuckled.
“Yes but also a good guy.” He let go
and I did the same reluctantly. I loved to always be close to him, to feel his
body under my hands and to know that I wasn’t dreaming of having someone as
great as Jeff Atkins “We better go, there are beginning to notice the
I laughed and nodded. I watched as my boyfriend
opened the door and went to his. When I turned to get up, I felt a pressure in
the chest that made me fall back; I took a hand to this and I stayed still. My
heart began to accelerate, my hands felt sweaty. Jeff stopped in front of his
“Are you okay?” He questioned me.
I shook my head.
“I have a bad feeling” I looked at my
boyfriend “Maybe we shouldn’t go” I whispered.
“Everything is fine, Y/N, I’m really
I shook my head. Why do I begin to feel restless?
Why a bad feeling right now?
“That’s not why” I murmured feeling
the anxiety hugging me from the ankles to my hair, I could feel it moving
through my veins. “Jeff, please,
He circled his car again to stand in front of
me and take me by the shoulders gently, he smiled at me and, although that
sometimes calmed me, this time wasn’t the case. Even though I was still very
restless, little by little I would begin to lack oxygen. I thought that staying
here was a better idea and that was another, we would find someone sober, we
could stay and keep laughing with the boys.
“Stay calm, my love. We’ll be back in ten
minutes.” His hands went up to my cheeks. I looked into his eyes.
“Would you rather stay?”
Stay alone? I looked at his car and shuddered.
The point was that the two of us would stay here, safe from a presentiment that
couldn’t know what it was.
“Maybe the store is already closed, we’re
just going to waste time, Jeff.”
“You’re getting very pale, you better
stay, I won’t be long”
Jeff gave me a kiss on the forehead and
released me, when he did, I felt another pang in the chest. No, I couldn’t let
him go alone. Without saying anything and even with the restlessness, I got
into the car and put on my belt with mechanical movements. When he did the
same, he looked at me worriedly, his frightened gaze returned, now i was worse
after not convincing him to stay.
“I’ll slow down if you prefer. We’ll be
My throat was dry so I just nodded.
To buy the supplies, I left him alone while I
stayed in the car trying to calm down. We had arrived well, there were almost
no people in the street and much less other cars, nothing could happen to us in
that case, right? We were both going to make it to the party. We wouldn’t leave
until the next morning, being able to drive in daylight would be best, even if
I had to do it myself and break our agreement.
While I waited I made sure to look in the
rearview mirror, every few minutes a single car passed, we would find almost
none on our return. I took a deep breath, the restlessness wouldn’t leave, I
would do it when I stepped on Jessica’s house, with an arm full of bottles and
my free hand fixed on Jeff’s. I’m not going to let go of him at any time.
“Are you calmer?” His voice startled
me as I opened my door and left the beers at my feet. I helped him adjust the
“Yes” I lied. I knew he was worried. He
already had the worry of managing as slow as he could to not disturb me, now
adding my status, it wasn’t appropriate that just now he was aware of how I was
and/or my reactions “I think they are wanting to start killing for the
lack of alcohol” I said a joke to ease the tension, especially in myself.
Jeff smiled and nodded.
On the way back, my eyes fixed on the dashboard
clock, we had been out for at least eleven minutes, mostly because of the slow
speed my boyfriend was driving. I rolled my eyes to his profile, concentrated a
hundred percent in the street, I had always liked to see him drive, never told
him that he looked three times as handsome when he did. I smiled and ran my
hand down the back of his neck. He smiled too.
“Can you increase the speed a bit?” I
asked, so we would get there faster and my anxiety would fade.
“Are you sure?” Jeff raised his
eyebrows and looked at me for a few seconds.
“Yeah” I nodded.
The speedometer went up a little more than it
seemed crazy. After a while, he and I were talking about the start of the
course and the requests we had sent to the university that afternoon. We both
had the perfect plan this fall to attend it; our requests were sent together,
to the same sites. Our plans together went beyond four years and to be honest,
I could no longer see myself with anyone but him. I had never spoken of my
feelings aloud, Jeff was content with what I showed him, for to express it in
words was always a difficulty for me; But the love i felt for him was too much
to believe. I never thought that a person could come to love someone so much
the way I did with him. I would literally feel breathless if I went my way
without his company. His way of being, his smile, his smell, his voice, his
metaphors using baseball words, even his clutches of feet and the way I felt
protected when he hugged me. I even loved the friendship he had with others,
but especially with Clay Jensen, they were so different but they complemented
each other in an astonishing way, as did the opposing poles. No doubt i could
shout to the four winds that i was totally happy with him.
“We’re coming,” he announced.
I nodded and smiled. The anxiety and bad
feeling left me slowly, now I could feel breathing more easily. The first thing
we would do when arriving at the party, would be to join a game of drinking, I
needed it urgently.
Then it was only a few seconds.
I removed my eyes from him and stared at his
window. Lights became big in seconds … straight to us.
I shouted, before it was a deafening noise,
pain, squeaks of tires and then … silence and darkness.
I complained. My body ached, my arms burned and
my head stung. I tried to open my mouth to scream, to ask for help, for someone
to take away anything that caused me such pain. My nostrils filled with the
smell of smoke, I wrinkled my nose causing discomfort all over my face. I
wanted to move but there was a force that pressed against the seat. If I opened
my eyes, which scene would I find? Everything outside of me seemed to be in an
apparent calm, except for the frightful scent I perceived.
His voice. The faint sound of his voice alerted
me. I opened my eyes quickly, in front of me was the broken windshield. I
lowered my eyes to my arms, wanting to discover the ardor in them: small pieces
of glass were embedded in my skin, I tried to ignore the blood that emanated
from these before I got worse. Then I looked at Jeff. All of it was blood, even
on his face, his eyes were muffled, his chest slowly rising every time he
inhaled. He looked at me apologetically, in fear … I shook my head but let
out a gasp. There was nothing to apprehend my body, it was simply the pain that
had been inflicted upon me after the impact. Through the window I saw the other
car, but I couldn’t distinguish the driver, my vision began to blur. Even
breathing was beginning to burn. I didn’t want to close my eyes, if these would
be my last seconds I wouldn’t go on wasting it on details that would no longer
be worth it, so I looked at Jeff, though I didn’t want to see him that way one
last time. I refused even to blink. What good would it do? I began to lose the
senses of my body and little by little the consciousness was leaving me, the
corners of my vision began to darken … I could feel it, as I gradually faded
into absolute nothingness.
“No” Jeff whispered again. I savored
his voice and even the effort he made to raise his hand and reach mine “No
… don’t … let …you… go” He asked me.
“It hurts a lot” I murmured and made
a face, why continue to endure so much pain?
“I should … I should have listen … to
you” I felt a slight squeeze.
I couldn’t anymore and I started to cry. I
wanted to let go but at the same time fight a little more. We would both come
out of this, if I surrendered, he would, I couldn’t imagine a life without him,
he didn’t have to die, not tonight, not so soon, our lives were just beginning.
I nodded. I wasn’t going to leave this world.
Jeff smiled, but that gesture barely lasted for
a second. He grimaced, in a way that distorted his face. I clutched at his hand
as I began to feel his grip loosen and not at will.
“Jeff” I sat, still with all the pain
in the world and I squeezed his hand between mine “No … don’t give
up” I wanted to absorb his pain, that everything would happen to me, even
if I ended up dead, I didn’t care but he didn’t have to die. Not him. He
deserves to be happy “Don’t close your eyes” I screamed as he began
to lower his eyelids “Look at me, Jeff, we’ll be fine. Don’t give up”
He smiled at me.
“Forgive me.” I shook my head.
“Please. Don’t leave me.” I begged as
I brought his hand to my lips. He couldn’t leave me in this miserable world
alone. I couldn’t go on without him.
“I love you, Y/N”
Then he turned his face to the window. I was a
spectator of the last time his chest went up and then went down so that it
wouldn’t rise again. I screamed with all my might as I pounced on him. I
punched him in the face as I called his name, begged him to wake up, begged him
to come back to me … or to take me. Finally the pain made me fall back into
my seat, I would wait here for my death, I would have to go somehow, I had to
feel the unconsciousness again, but, as a punishment, that didn’t happen, I felt
more alive than ever. He was gone without me.
“Jeff … hold on … Jeff … hold
I didn’t realize that someone had come to meet
us until I turned and I spotted Clay Jensen trying desperately to open my boyfriend’s
door. I sobbed and his eyes fixed on mine, maybe he didn’t think i was alive.
“Resist, Y/N, I’m going to call the
I shook my head, I didn’t want to wait for
anyone, I didn’t want anyone to save me. I only wanted to die right now.
I closed my eyes.
Where had i ended? How
had i gotten here? I looked at my arms, without any mark or stain of blood. My
clothes, a short white dress covered me, perfectly white, as if it had just
been put in a shop window. I looked up, the illumination from wherever I was,
was too much to almost blind me. Did this mean that i was dead? How long did i
take me to get here? I walked forward, on my feet, I felt like stepped on
grass, even if i couldn’t see it. I kept walking, I felt an atmosphere of peace
surround me, there was no danger, there was no pain and much less misfortunes.
I was very comfortable here. I never thought about the “What will there be
after death?” Did I end up in paradise? What a pleasant place!
But I wasn’t alone and
I realized when a figure came out of nowhere. The first thing I noticed was his
white clothes, with a light brown vest, then his face and the smile he received
me. My heart shrank as I ran to him, straight into the heat and the protection
I always found in his arms. But this time, the touch was cold and there was no
protection in them, in fact, I could hardly feel it. I looked at him
frightened, we were dead … but together … I didn’t let him leave me.
Jeff took my face and
smiled at me the way he always did. I couldn’t return the gesture. This was a place
of peace but I no longer felt it, what more did I want? I was dead but next to
“You’ll be fine”
he told me.
we?” I refused to look away from him.
“You, in a
hospital bed” He looked down for a few seconds “Doctors say you’ll
get fine … but you need to wake up, babe”
I shook my head off
his grasp, but quickly my hands gripped his. I wasn’t going to let him go.
“Am I not
He shook his head and
smiled. For the first time i hated his smile. I cringed and started to cry, no,
I wasn’t going to wake up.
“And you?” I
said through tears.
“I have to go, I
didn’t say goodbye properly” I tightened his hands.
don’t leave me” I raised my hands up his arms, he was cold, too, barely
and I could feel it and that mortified me “I can’t go on without you”
“You have to do
it, Y/N, you have to live for both”
“I can‘t” I
knelt in front of him without letting go, I had no strength “You have to
take me with you, I won’t wake up, Jeff”
“Your parents are
having a bad time, my love.” He rose to me and stroked my cheek.
“Why did you
leave me? Why?”
“I wasn’t as
strong as you. I love you, always remember it, and I leave in peace knowing
that you are alive”
“I don’t want to
We stood up. He kissed
me on the forehead and went away until I extended my arms, I couldn’t more and
ended up letting him go.
pleaded as I watched him disappear into a white haze.
When I opened my eyes, I saw everything blurred
for a few minutes until my vision cleared and I ran into the lights of the
hospital room I was in. The sounds began to come to me, the sound of an
infernal machine that was possibly connected to my heartbeat, I hated that
sound so much. And the burning in my nose was due to the oxygen they were
infringing on, I hated it too. And to all those who came to save me.
“My dear” I heard Mom’s voice and
turned my face slowly toward her. Her face was emaciated, I wondered how long
I’d been unconscious, but I didn’t need to know anyway. “We were very
I didn’t answer and I looked at Dad.
“We love you, little one” He stroked
my hair but I didn’t even flinch. I couldn’t feel anything, at least not
emotionally. “I’m going to get a nurse.” He touched Mom’s shoulders
and left the room.
“You’re going to get well, my love.”
Now it was her that touched me.
I no longer wanted to be well. I didn’t want to
go any further. I had seen the love of my life die. I hated me. I hated being
“Is Jeff …?”
I still wanted to believe that it was a
nightmare and that he was in another room being attended to, that his heart was
still beating, that his condition was serious but would improve. He still
breathing. That soon we would be together again and in the autumn we would
leave here to start a new life.
“I’m sorry, baby”
I looked again at the ceiling for a few
seconds, the infernal machine made an even more annoying sound, my heartbeat
had accelerated. Mom was alarmed, she called me, but I was already lost and I
burst into tears.
A/N i love this, it wasn’t a request i just wanted to write it.
“Please don’t be mad at me, but I kinda.. sorta, maybe adopted a puppy.”
In which the reader adopts a puppy behind her husband, Derek’s back while he’s at work, and then proceeds to put off telling him all day. She buys the dog a bunch of stuff at the store and nervously waits at home. Derek’s in for a surprise when he opens the front door.
Request: Hi. Please give me a cute, ep 4 inspired Jughead x reader. Thank you!
Notes: So this turned out a lot longer than I expected whoops. The opening scene is mainly for background and setting, taken pretty much directly from the episode (adding in the reader of course haha). Anyways I hope to be writing more Jughead in the future so let me know what you guys think!
“The drive-in closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale. No, forget Riverdale. The coffin of the American Dream. As the godfather of indie cinema Quentin Tarantino likes to say–”
“Please, god, no more Quentin Tarantino references,” Kevin interrupts Jughead, glancing over at you with an expression practically begging you to rein Jughead in from his rant.
“What? I’m pissed. And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-in should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it!” Jughead exclaims, leaning back against the booth with a huff. Veronica leans across the table, grabbing Jug’s hand gently to try and calm him down.
“In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car? I mean, who even goes there?” She asks, trying to get him to understand the reason for the tear-down.
“People who want to buy crack,” Kevin responds, and you shoot him a warning glare.
“And cinephiles. And car enthusiasts. Right, Y/N?” Jughead turns to you, hoping that you’ll be on his side.
“Yeah. It’s a piece of town history,” you add, before Jughead turns his attention to Betty on his other side.
“Bets?” he prompts, drawing her out of her thoughts.
“Totally,” she responds absentmindedly, which seems to be enough for Jughead.
“Anyway, it’s closing because the town owns it but didn’t invest in it. So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer she couldn’t refuse–”
“Anonymous buyer?” Veronica cuts in. “What do they have to hide? No one cares.”
“I do!” Jughead exclaims, and you take one of his hands in yours, interlacing your fingers under the table in an effort to calm him down. You’d known since the start of your relationship that he wasn’t much into PDA so you refrained from it, except for the occasional hand holding and Jughead’s arm wrapped loosely on your shoulders when he felt like it.
Jughead smiles down at you when you take his hand, before addressing the rest of the group.
Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (female receiving), bearded Steve (I think that should be it’s own warning tbh), sexting
Summary: Steve’s been gone for a while on a mission and when he gets back, he’s can’t wait to show you just how much he missed you.
AN this is based on those damn pictures of Evans after the storytime fiasco. You know, the longer hair, the beard. … Yeah, exactly. Italics are Steve’s texts, bolded are the reader’s.
You were waiting for Steve to text you, letting you know that he was on his way home from the mission. It had been a long one and you missed him dearly. It didn’t help that he never had any privacy so you couldn’t even enjoy any phone sex. You both were like ticking time bombs, waiting to go off.
You had been lounging on the couch in the common room when your phone went off.
Hey sweetheart. On my way home.
You squealed out loud, unable to hide your excitement.Can’t wait to see you! I missed you! How long?
Should arrive in about twenty minutes give or take how fast the jet can go.
I’ll be counting down the minutes.
What are you doing?
Waiting for you.
…where are you waiting?
Couch. Just lounging. Why?
… what are you wearing?
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Was Steve trying to sext you?! You weren’t sure that this is where he was taking things and you didn’t want to assume so you were cautious in your next text.
What should I be wearing?
You held your breath waiting for his response.
Remember that little black number I got you for your birthday?
You bit your lip, thinking back to that night. Yeah?
Have it on when I get home.
Are you asking me or telling me?
I’m telling you. Would it help if I told you that I’m rock hard thinking about you?
You immediately felt yourself get hot. Rushing to your room, you changed into the lingerie he was talking about. Feeling bold, you snapped a picture and hit send before you could chicken out.
Quickly, you threw a robe over top and waited for him.
When ten minutes went by and you didn’t get a response, you were worried. Had you crossed a line with the picture, making him uncomfortable?
Ten minutes went by and when you didn’t get a response, you got worried. Maybe you had crossed a line with the picture, making him uncomfortable.
Suddenly, FRIDAY announced that the quinjet had arrived. You bolted up but before you could make your way out to the loading dock, Steve appeared before you.