and how will that glasses work i can totally recognize you

//takes a deep breath

ARTHUR WEASLEY IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES AND CERTAINLY THE MOST UNDERRATED OF HARRY’S FATHER FIGURES ok this man:

  • is so passionate about his job and supporting muggle rights that he doesn’t give two shits abt his reputation as a blood traitor even tho it’s apparently the reason he never got promoted at the ministry
  • wrote the book on why u should not enchant muggle objects and literally has a shed full of flying vehicles and shit that he hopes his wife doesn’t find out about??? lmao what a rebel?? i love this guy
  • was concerned about harry before he even met him because ron was worried that he wasn’t responding to letters and when harry came to stay he totally could have been like ‘shit another mouth to feed’ but was really really happy that harry was there and safe??? ‘pls sit next to me at dinner, child, i need to ask you ten thousand questions about muggles’
  • like he was actually the first adult ever besides maybe hagrid to sit there and ask for harry’s opinions and recognize that he had knowledge and thoughts to offer im crying
  • fixed harry’s glasses for him after they broke in the floo ;-;
  • gave zero fucks about what everyone else thought should be done and told harry about sirius black bc he wanted this kid to be aware and safe as possible??
  • dragged the dursleys for not treating their nephew like a human being (and destroyed their living room what a great moment tbh)
  • gives advice that harry remembers years later bc he respects this kind ginger man so much ‘don’t trust something that can think for itself if u can’t see where it keeps its brain’
  • (lol remember that one time molly was upset about death eaters at the quidditch world cup and he made her some tea and then was like ‘i think this needs some whiskey too trust me i’m a doctor’)
  • agreed that harry should be told certain things about the resistance because he knew harry was competent and intelligent enough to handle it but like also kept in mind that harry was a kid in the middle of a war
  • took harry to work with him and made sure he got to his hearing on time and distracted him and ‘smiled at him encouragingly’ when he knew he was nervous im dying this was so sweet
  • was part of the group who threatened the dursleys to keep their hands and shitty attitudes away from harry and he was so ‘light’ and ‘pleasant’ abt it omg this dude was throwing so much shade
  • was ready to fight scrimgeour with remus when the minister wanted to get harry alone and harry had to be like ‘omfg stand down pls’
  • ‘am i about to discover where you, ron, and hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of fred and george’s shop?’ … ‘how did you-?’ …  ‘harry, please. you’re talking to the man who raised fred and george’
  • never raised his voice except for that one time he told a fully trained auror to back the hell off and get out of his way so he could see his injured son and harry literally thought ‘holy shit’ it says so right there in the book u can check
  • fought in the battle of hogwarts and after fred and harry had been killed he went into full on rage mode and teamed up with percy to fuck up the minister for magic
  • owns chickens

bonus: 

‘madame delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss mrs. weasley too. “enchanteé,” she said. “your ‘usband ‘as been telling us such amusing stories!” mr. weasley gave a maniacal laugh; mrs. weasley threw him a look, upon which he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a close friend.’

In stream the other day, we started talking about an Avengers Mall AU, and now I can’t stop thinking about it, because I have so many years of bad retail stories built up in my head and non-powered AUs usually don’t work for me, but the longer I think about it, the funnier this gets.

Steve and Sam are two guys who retired from their military branches and teamed up to run an artesian bespoke candy shop.  Steve has no idea half of their sales comes from the fact that Sam put the candy pulling hook in the front window and teenage girls just stand there, drooling.  Sam is totally aware of this, and uses it to ALL his advantage when he’s doing the sugar work.  

Bucky took a part time job at the Hot Topic across the way because hell, he was spending all his time hanging out with Sam and Steve, might as well get paid.  He was the only reliable employee over the age of seventeen; he is now the manager and he’s FURIOUS about it.  His staff is made up of Nico, Kamala and Sam Alexander and various people who get hired and then don’t make it through the training because Bucky glaring at you while you take register training is just SO HARD TO HANDLE.  No one is sure if he’s after Sam or Steve or both.

The SHIELD crew runs a pretty decent mall restaurant, but yeah, used to be a Golden Corral and Fury reserves the right to yell “Do you see a buffet here?” at anyone dumb enough to think it still is.  He doesn’t actually do it, because most of the people who are confused enough to ask are retirees who remind him of his grandma, but still.  He reserves the right.  Nat is a truly terrifying line cook, Maria’s front of house, and Phil’s the head waiter.  Clint doesn’t actually work there, but he’ll put on an apron and belt out an impressive rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ in exchange for free food, and no one else on staff wants to do it, so he eats there A LOT.

Clint is always in the mall.  In the back corridors.  Hanging out in the food court.  Wandering up and down the anchor store escalators.  Everyone thinks he works somewhere else.  No one knows where he actually works.  There is a betting pool.  It has been building for YEARS.

Jan runs the sort of high end boutique that has like, four outfits in two sizes on six gigantic racks.  There are no prices.  You do not ask how much it is. You know if you can afford it.  If she likes you, you can afford it.

Thor runs the hardware store.  No one knows why the hardware store is there.  This is not the sort of place one would see a hardware store.  Thor says he inherited it from his father, and it was there before the mall, and no one really wants to look into it.  Mostly, they seem to get by on selling knives..  Big knives.  Little knives.  Knives as long as your arm.  They get by on selling knives, because who’s buying screws at this place?  Oh, right, anyone Sif TELLS to buy screws.  "You need screws.“  "Oh, no, I-”  "You can always use more screws.“  "Y-yes, ma'am.”  She might be domming half of their customers without knowing it.  The Warriors Three run the stock room.  Badly.

Bruce runs the used bookstore down on the lower level where he can’t really afford the rent but the mall management like saying there’s a bookstore, and no one else is going to rent that hole, so he gets to stay, hiding in his piles and piles and piles of used books.  Mostly science and history, but he does a brisk business in romance novels and murder mystery paperbacks.  He likes it down there.  He wishes people would stop trying to get him to come upstairs to socialize.  He also kind of wishes people would stop coming down TO socialize.  His cousin Jennifer runs the register and helps the customers most days, she’s very quiet and very mild mannered and wears very lumpy clothes and giant eighties style glasses, so no one recognizes her when she goes to her second job, as a crossfit instructor for the gym on the top floor.  Jenn is, as they say, RIPPED. Put her in a leotard and her whole personality changes, it’s like she’s a different person.

Carol is a recovering alcoholic ex-pilot who runs the bar at the ‘bad’ chain restaurant down on the far end of the ground floor.  Other than the SHIELD place or the food court, it’s the only place to eat in the mall, and honestly, you’d be better off in the food court.  The food is trash, but she can mix a mean mojito and she knows every secret of every worker in the place, and she’s paid double on Saturdays because she’s her own bouncer.

Jessica Drew runs the arcade on the main floor, one of those stupid ones with 'glow mini-golf’ and games that constantly spit out tickets, you know, legalized gambling for children.  It’s a chain, but the give out far too many prizes and she and her staff (Peter, Miles, Anya) would be fired if they also weren’t the highest grossing location on the eastern seaboard.  They throw the best birthday parties in the state, and have a waiting list that’s like, months long.

Wanda’s shop sells… Something.  No one knows what any of this stuff does.  Or if it’s legal to own.  But when you find something you want, OH GOD YOU REALLY WANT IT.  She mostly sits and reads, and drinks tea from Hank McCoy’s tea shop. 

Stephen Strange quit his job as a surgeon and retired to run a magic and joke shop.  If you ask him why, he just shrugs and said he made some very bad choices.  A relative somewhere oversea, Asia, Clint says it was somewhere in Asia, died and left him some sort of inheritance.  So now he just sells fake rubber vomit and teaches slight of hand.  Buy him a drink, and learn more than you wanted to know about card tricks.  Walk into his shop, and be prepared to sit through at LEAST four card tricks before you can escape.

Greer run’s “Tigra’s Treasure Trove” on the second floor, it’s the anime and manga and gaming and comic shop.  She wears cat ears and a tail.  Every day.  No one’s sure if she does it to bring in the otaku, or if it’s a lifestyle choice.  No one wants to ask.

Tony owns the mall.  Owns like a hundred malls across the country.  No one knows, Obie does the day to day running of the management company, but Tony owns them.  He’s mostly in it for the buying and selling, but he likes this mall.  This one.  He likes it here.

He has a Sharper Image type store on the top floor.  It’s him and Rhodey and Pepper and Pepper will kill them both one of these days but he sells the sort of stuff you do not need but God you want it.  You walk into his store and it’s all apple store chic, white and chrome and gleaming surfaces, collapseable tablets and robots and holographic projectors and all the geek chic that you want and everyone in the mall wants something from him, they’ve all got something on layaway (he only does layaway for other retail workers because he doesn’t want to keep track of this stuff) except Steve and it makes him insane.  He spends far too much time trying to figure out what he can stock or create or build that will get Steve into his shop.

Pepper calls them “Steve-Grabbers,” Like 'grandma grabbers’ but designed to attract the most sincere hipster she’s ever met and she’d kill Tony over adding this stuff to stock without telling her, but it all sells.  It all sells.  In his desperate attempt to attract Steve, Tony misses and attracts EVERYONE ELSE.

***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable if you ask me.

Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***


KISS WITH A FIST by @clockworkswans [ M | AU | 225k | WIP | Kiss With A Fist universe #1 ]

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).


WILD LIFE by @crazyellephantrambles [ not rated | AU | 69k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood likes to go on road trips. He doesn’t pick up hitchhikers. But the one time he does, it’s Magnus. He’s in for an adventure or maybe even fall in love.


ANYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 36.2k | complete | Anything verse #1 ]

Magnus would do anything for Alec, and Alec doesn’t know what to do with that.


EVERYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 70k | complete | Anything verse #2 ]

With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never easy, especially when war is on the horizon.


AND YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MINE TOO by @magicandarchery [ E | AU | 10.4k | WIP ]

New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths for their lives.

Making the age-old promise on graduation night to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.

When Magnus coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.

But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?

Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.


STAR WARS: A SEARCH FOR JUSTICE by @sweetillusionketz [ M | AU | 9.8k | WIP ]

After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force, THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.

Former Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and justice to the galaxy.

In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to search for survivors of the last attack…


FANTASY by @theonetruenorth [ E | PWP | 3.5k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #20 ]

“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver. “This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”

“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.

“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never had sex inside the Institute.”


BLUE EXTRAVAGANCE by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 27.8k | complete | Blue Steel Series #5 ]

When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately, Magnus just so happens to fit that type.


IT’S TIME TO LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY, BROTHER DEAREST by @themagnusbane [ E | AU | 83.4k | complete ]

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.


WE CAN SOLVE THIS TOGETHER by @softshumjr [ E | AU | 58.9k | WIP ]

Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.

Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?


UNKISS ME by @sweetillusionketz [ G | AU | 11.3k | complete ]

Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?

He especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was the best thing in the world.

The only thing that could make it even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.

All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOCTOR LIGHTWOOD by @softdaddario [ T | AU | 3.1k | complete ]

Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening. Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during his time at the hospital.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALEXANDER by @slaymemakoto [ E | PWP | 1.8k | complete ]

A one shot in which Alec gets the living daylights fucked out of him and Magnus is sure that everyone in the building is aware of exactly what Christmas Eve activities the pair are indulging in.


JUST WHAT I NEED by @alyxhavok [ T | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus has a surprise for Alec, and the rest of his family…


YOU PROTECTED ME by @everydayisonfire [ E | PWP | 3k | complete ]

Post Winter-finale.
Inspired by this:

“anyways magnus totally had alec’s omamori with him that’s how he managed to be safe”


IT’S CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT, AND SOMETHING EVIL’S LURKING IN THE DARK by @lightwoodlesbians [ G | AU | 1.8k | complete ]

or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about going out with you’ au


LET’S PLAY by @laurenkmyers [ E | 2.5k | complete ]

Malec’s first date gets sexy. Expect semi-public pool table sex.


IF YOU CAN’T FIND THE ONE BEING HUSTLED IN THE POOL HALL… by @quitemagicalbane [ G | 328 | complete ]

“Make the shot then.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, so make it.”


THUNDER’S GETTING LOUDER by @spanglepup [ E | 6.4k | complete | The Boundless Saga #3 ]

For once in his life, Alec decides to take something for himself. He forgets that everything comes with a cost.


THE IMPORTANCE OF PANCAKES by @lecrit [ T | 2.2k | complete ]

Based on the prompt: “I would like a cute Alec and Magnus day in where they cuddle and talk a bit about the future and a second scene where it’s the future and they have their two sons”


WAKE ME GENTLY by @ithilien-writes [ E | 1.7k | complete ]

Magnus rarely (if ever) wakes before Alec, but this time he has… intentions.


FIRST TIME ALEC TOPS by @theonetruenorth [ E | 1.9k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #9 ]

Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.


CHAIN YOU UP by WholockedHunter [ E | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus and Alec are having some kinky sex …


CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | PWP | 2.1k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #3 ]

If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is on.


I NEED YOU SO MUCH CLOSER by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 5.2k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #4 ]

Work has been keeping Alec and Magnus apart for a couple of weeks and once they finally see each other again, Alec can barely control himself.

AKA the first time they have sex at the Institute. Also the first time they say “I love you”.


DANCE IN THE DARK by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 2.7k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #5 ]

After a particularly hard day at work, Magnus helps Alec relieve some tension.


NO PLACE FOR A HERO by @one100suns [ M | 20.4k | complete | Battle Scars #3 ]

For Magnus and Alec, navigating their relationship is hard enough without outside forces trying to tear them a part. Quite literally in some cases.


PRESSED UP AGAINST YOU, EVERYTHING IS OKAY by @matsdaddario [ E | 3.6k | complete | Lovely Firsts #2 ]

It’s new, this feeling like even though everything is falling apart that this part of his world makes sense. He likes it, wants to keep it.

“Hi,” he breathes. Magnus stands in front of him, and Alec can’t help himself, doesn’t want to stop himself, from leaning down that little bit to capture Magnus’s mouth with his own.


I SEE FIRE by @lecrit [ M | AU | 12.1k | complete ]

There was one simple and unique rule about being friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances, not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of them.


TRUST ME by @sweetillusionketz [ T | AU | 18.5k | complete ]

Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.

Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious guy.

Perfect plan is perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

3

****

“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.

“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”

Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.

Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.

“Hello?”

“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.

“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”

Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.

“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.

“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.

Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug

“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.

“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?

“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.

What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .

The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.

“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”

Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Total package.

Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.

“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking

“Can I borrow your phone?”

Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.

“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face

“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone

“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.

He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.

“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.

The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.

“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.

Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.

“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.

Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”

Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him

“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.

Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.

Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”

And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same

“Sorry, I just get distracted.”

anonymous asked:

hihihi i love ur neighbor au SO MUCH the shownu had me dyiNG it's so accurate, and the spicy changkyun one BOI i died anyways can i possibly ask for the last of the series, a cute hyungwon one?? Thank u and bless u :')

the other members can be found here:
wonho / shownu / kihyun / minhyuk /changkyun / jooheon 

  • owns a one room apartment because it’s cheap and he doesn’t really need a kitchen,,,,when kihyun was helping him look at apartments hyungwon was just like “i need there to be room for a king sized bed.” and kihyun was like “oh but this place even has an extra closet it just costs a bit mo-” “kihyun,,,,,,,all i need is a place to sleep.”
  • has a full length mirror in the hallway and openly admits that he checks himself out in it. doesn’t openly admit that he’ll sometimes dance in front of it when he’s getting ready too 
  • his brother begged him to not put up the photo of him when he first enlisted in the army but hyungwon,,,,being the person he is,,,,hung that photo right up next to his nightstand 
  • but it’s cute,,,he hung up photos of his family alongside it because no matter what he misses them a lot
  • has a copy of every magazine he was a model in and keeps them in a stack on his bookshelf alongside a bunch of books on fashion and traveling,,,,,
  • every time his friends come over they pull out a magazine and tease hyungwon over his modeling but hyungwon’s like yall just mad because you’re not this beautiful 
  • his coffeemaker is the most expensive thing in his apartment 
  • has a mug that says ‘until this mug is empty, im not technically awake’,,,,it was a gift from minhyuk 
  • fashionable hyungwon only exists in the streets. when he’s at home it’s big old t-shirt, froggy pajama pants, and froggy slippers,,,,,,,,i like to think he also owns a froggy pillow just because hyungwon + frogs is a meme or whatever but it’s also super cute,,,,,,,
  • wears glasses around the building and people don’t recognize who he is until he takes them off and they’re like OH it’s the model from floor eleven!!! and hyungwon is like slinking his way back to the elevator with very un-model like posture LOL
  • you’ve known ever since he moved in because when he was trying to get all his boxes up to his apartment 
  • he was going at the most painstakingly slow speed,,,like literally one box at a time,,,,,and you felt bad watching this dude with his noodle arms try to move all by himself
  • so you offered to help and hyungwon had tried to say it was ok but then you’d lifted like three boxes and he was like you know what please do help me lol
  • and after you two were done you pointed at your door across the hall and you were like “im your neighbor, neighbors should help each other!! since i helped you today,,,,”
  • and you had looked him and down and hyugwon had tilted his head in confusion and you were like 
  • “since i helped you today, promise me if i ever need your help idk,,,,since you’re so tall,,,,,fixing a lightbulb or something,,,you’ll help me? deal?”
  • and you’d stuck your hand out and hyungwon,,,,although usually unwilling to sign himself up to doing something aside from taking a nap,,,,had shook your hand back 
  • and since then you’ve just you know,,,, been good neighbors to each other 
  • you always see each other in the evening when you’re coming back from work and hyungwon will already have his glasses on and his hair a mess and you always giggle because he seems like the opposite of a model and he’ll just shrug because doesn’t he actually look better this way?
  • and it’s just very casual and friendly and you say goodbye to each other as you go into your apartments
  • but one night hyungwon notices that you’re not there when he’s waiting for the elevator but he shrugs it off because??? maybe you have overtime or you’re out with friends
  • but when he’s home, already laying down reading his favorite webtoon e looks at the time and it’s like,,,,close to midnight
  • and just to make sure you’re ok,,,he gets up and goes to knock on your door
  • deciding that he’d rather just make up some excuse how he ran out of toilet paper and isn’t just you know,,,,worried
  • but then??? you don’t answer
  • and hyungwon tells himself that he’s not worried and he’s not panicking over you,,,his neighbor,,,,,,who he obviOUSLY hasn’t been fond of since you helped him out,,,,,like haha what no,,,,
  • and that’s totally not the reason he goes outside of the building in his slippers at like 1am just to see if you’re coming home really late,,,,like noooo he’s going to the corner store to get himself a really super late night snack
  • and as he’s coming out of the store, untouched ice-cream in hand he sees you
  • and you’re just walking really slowly, yawning against your palm because your boss made you stay to finish up documents that aren’t even a part of your job and you just,,,, really want some sleep
  • and when you look over you see hyungwon,,,,in his froggy slippers with ice-cream and you’re like “hey,,,,why are you up this late?” and hyungwon just snorts because he’s like i could ask you the same thing
  • and you stick your tongue out but you’re like my devil of a boss made me do work that’s not even mine can you bELIEVE IT
  • and hyungwon is still holding that ice-cream,,,,his heartbeat finally settling down at the sight of your face 
  • and you notice how he’s quietly just staring at you and you look down at his hand and you’re like “the ice-creams gonna melt???” and he’s like i don’t really care 
  • and you’re like cool can i have it???? and you grab it and unwrap it and hyungwon can’t help but smile to himself and you’re like eating, the glum look on your face gone
  • and you and hyungwon get into the elevator and you’re like “so seriously, why are you up right now? you told me once you could sleep for like 29 hours!!!” and hyungwon is like i wanted a late night snack and you’re like dude,,,,,im eating your late night snack c’mon tell me the real reason
  • and hyungwon adjusts his glasses with his hand and looks away and you’re like ???????? and he’s like “sorry,,,i was worried,,,i guess,,,”
  • and you almost choke on your icecream because wait,,,,
  • worried??????
  • about?????????? you????
  • hyungwon who could sleep through a thunderstorm, who forgot your first name for the first three months you knew each other, who as never told you he’s been worried about /anything/,,,,,,,,
  • hyungwon was worried about you?
  • and you get to your floor and you’re both silent but you’re like,,,,,well!!!don’t worry because im fine,,,,,,im gonna go sleep though~~ ok bye!!
  • and hyungwon sees you disappear inside without another word and he doesn’t really know what to think of it so he goes inside too
  • but you’re,,,,,,,standing in your hallway,,,,cheeks pink and you’re like wait,,,,does he,,,,,does he like me,,,,,,,,did he just not want to admit it,,,??
  • and in the morning you and hyungwon bump into each other and hyungwon is obviously acting awkward and you’re like “give me your phone” and he’s like huh
  • and you’re like “you said you were worried about me right, well here’s my number. just text me the next time you’re worried. plus,,,,,,,,i can text you if i ever get worried.”
  • and hyungwon’s looking at you in shock and you’re like ,,,,, getting a bit red and you’re like,,,,,,,heY we made a promise before about helping each other we can make the same promise about worrying too,,,,,that or you know,,,,,
  • and the door opens to the lobby but hyungwon doesn’t get out and neither do you and he’s like “,,,you know,,,what?” and you’re like,,,,,,you know,,,,,,how couples just worry about each other without a promise because you like the person so you worry oh god im rambling
  • and before you know it hyungwon leans in and presses his lips to yours and you’re like !!!!!!!! i guess,,,he agrees on the couple thing!!!!!!!!
  • but the doors close before either of you can get out and the elevator is going back up and you pull back and you’re like hYUNGWON im goinG TO be LATE for the bUS now,,,
  • and he shrugs and pulls you around the waist closer to him and he’s like more time for us to kiss-
  • and you’re like no no no you don’t get to kiss me since you made me late ):< 
  • hyungwon: :’( ok ill kiss you after we both comeback from work 
Date Headcanons- Gentlemen

Genji

  • He most likely hasn’t been on a date since before his cybernization. So when he suddenly has to plan a date for you, he’s gonna pull out all his old notes
    • He may have to tweak these notes a bit since they include sexual teasing throughout the date and end with an invitation back to his place
    • He’ll cross out those bits and try to replace them with more gentlemanly things
  • There are a few potential places he might take you–the arcade, the aquarium, the mall, his place (whoops forgot to cross that off his old list)
    • But at some point, he’ll take you for some ramen. Assuming he can’t eat in his new body, he may have a bit of wistful aura about him, but he’ll just be happy if you enjoy his favorite food.
  • No matter where he takes you, he’s going to buy you something to remember the date by (so make sure to make little remarks of things you might want him to get ^.-)
  • Overall, his dates are the classic shoujo high school boyfriend date. He takes to dates like a fish to the ocean.

McCree

  • If Jesse gets to plan the date, he’s going to have some ideas in mind
  • And ideal spot for him would be one of the campy shooting galleries where all those cut-out animals pop out. It’s a good chance for him to show off to his date and get real close to them as he shows them how to aim properly
  • Do you like horsies? McCree’s ridden a few in his life, and he’d love a day where he can teach you to ride western style. The two of you could go on a nice trail ride~
  • Every date with him will end with him offering to buy you two drinks. It’s kind of a cowboy courtesy
    • If you want to impress him, here, try out-drinking him! But be careful because that can be very difficult

Reaper

  • Date? When was the last time this man went on a date? He hardly ever had time for that back in his Overwatch days, and he hardly has time now that he’s a deadly assassin. Besides, Death doesn’t do dates…
  • But not even this guy can deny wanting to spend more time with his significant other, and whether he wants to admit it or not, that’s called a “date”
  • He’d say something along the lines of “So…you wanna go…kill some stuff?”
    • Lol yes dates for him are just missions where you two work together. He’s not very creative.
    • Maybe once you two start getting closer, he’ll ask to hang out with you a bit after the mission. Do some weapon maintenance back in his quarters, do some talking, take off his mask…
  • But if you really want a more formal courtship with him, you’ll have to try suggesting some more acceptable dates. Even just taking him to the practice shooting range and swapping combat techniques!
    • Once he gets used to spending time with you without murdering other people, you can move on to sharing meals together
  • He’ll want your undivided attention on these dates. Don’t look at other guys, and he better not catch any guys looking at you.

Soldier: 76

  • Jack also hasn’t been on the date scene in a while, but he’s more accustomed to being a charming young man than Gabe is. He had to do a bit of posing as the Strike Commander, and I’m positive he had a few admirers.
  • So I’d like to think he knows the basics of a classic, old fashioned date: dress nice, maybe bring some flowers, give some complements, take them out for dinner. That sort of thing
  • Even though he knows the basics, good luck getting him to following them now. 76 will be caught up in the fact that he’s too old to be dating or that he’s got no time for courtship now that he’s a vigilante.
  • But if somehow you’ve got him arranging to take you out for a night on the town, good on you!
    • He’ll be much more awkward than he used to be, blushing, stumbling over his words, rubbing his neck
    • He’s just very nervous that he’s so old yet out on a date of all things!
    • Nevertheless, he’ll try to be the gentlest, sweetest date he can be. Though there may be some places he can’t go or he may be recognized…
  • After your night out, he’ll insist on walking you home so that you’re safe, and give you a quick kiss before saying goodbye

Hanzo

  • Uuuuuhh…..What? A date? What’s he supposed to do for one of those?
  • You can bet that the first time you ask for a date with Hanzo, it’ll be his first date ever.
  • Now don’t get me wrong, he had a lot of admirers growing up who asked him out, but he shot them all down simply because he didn’t think the heir of his clan should be going around and wasting his time with girls
    • But now he’s kind of regretting turning those dates down because now he has no idea what to do…
    • He tries to remember what Genji used to do for his dates, but he quickly remembers how short-lived Genji’s relationships were, and quickly dismisses that idea
  • Hanzo’s probably written down a list of ideas, all of which he’s crossed out. Oh dear, this is really stressing him out
    • In the end, he’ll decide to take you out for tea in a nice, zen garden (even better if the cherry blossoms are in bloom!). At first, things will be very stiff and awkward, but just try to get him to talk a bit, and the ice will quickly break

Junkrat

  • Ooh! Shopping! If you know Junkrat’s definition of shopping is, though…
    • Blowing up a mall and stealing everything in the process, starting with the milk tea shop!
    • He just wants to show his partner his favorite things in life: explosions, mayhem, and boba!
  • But he gets it if his s/o isn’t into really loud explosions and arson…I guess he could steal some milk tea prior to the date and bring it over to your place. He’ll bring over some (stolen) action movies, too.
    • Don’t be surprised if he tries to start a tickle fight
  • The first few dates he plans might involve Roadhog, and you may have to teach him that your later dates don’t need a third wheel. Roadie is a good third wheel, though– very quiet and unobtrusive.
  • Do you like drag racing? Motorcycles? He’d love to try that with you sometime!
  • Once you start going on more frequent dates, you’ll suddenly notice that they’re not always dates…but heists…
    • “Jamison.” Roadhog grunts, “Why did you bring your date?”
    • “Wot? Why not? Kill two birds with one stone: bonding time and crime! Y’know, mate?”

Torbjorn

  • He’s already dating his turrets and his wife.

Reinhardt

  • This old man would be so excited to be going on a date at his age. He always assumed those days were over for him, but he looks so happy and bashful now that he’s out with his s/o~
  • He’s the kind of guy who will be happy with anything that his partner wants to do. As his date talks, he’ll sit there happily, taking every word they speak
  • A total hand-holder, he’ll want your little hand in his as often as possible
  • He’s a bit like Soldier in that he prefers more old fashioned dates
    • Take you out for dinner, maybe see a play/movie before
    • If you really want to impress him, suggest an old fashioned movie like “M” or “Treasures of the Sierra Madre.”
  • When he drops you off at home for the night, he’s going to be a little hesitant to give you a good night kiss…he’s still a little hung-up on being too old to do this again…I mean does he kiss them or not? What if they pull back?
    • So you may need to stand on your tippy-toes and give him a peck yourself~

Roadhog

  • Unlike Junkrat, he’d be more understanding of what a date is. He won’t take you on any arson missions or heists…unless you want to of course!
  • He’ll take you to the arcade and show you how good he as the crane game and win all the Pachimarus!
    • He never loses because he just smashes the glass…sorry. So, he’s still going to commit a bit of felony on your dates.
  • If you want to avoid crime with him, do the same as Junkrat, invite him over and watch some action movies!
    • He’ll want you to sit on his lap. Bonus points if you make a big bowl of popcorn for him!
  • During your first few dates, Mako will keep the mask on. But eventually he’ll start lifting it up just enough to eat that popcorn you made for him.
    • Then one day, out of nowhere, he’ll just take off his mask and set it on the coffee table without any warning. It’s ok if you need to stare for a bit.

Lucio

  • A fun date for Lucio would be some good old fashioned clubbing! He’ll try to pick a night when he isn’t the DJ so that he can be dancing in the crowd with you!
  • If clubbing isn’t really your thing, he’s ok with that. He’ll take you to an album store (yes, they have those in 2077) and browse the stacks with you, swapping music tastes
    • Then you can take the albums you guys bought (and by that I mean he paid for them) back to his place or your place and listen to them. He might even share some of his works in progress songs
    • Who knows, your music taste may just inspire his next song~

Zenyatta

  • I doubt this monk has ever been on a date in his life. Maybe he’s a little nervous, but more confused than anything else…
    • So the point is to show the one you’re infatuated with a good time? But what if he doesn’t know everything about them? How will he know any specific things that they dislike?
    • He’ll definitely ask Genji for help
  • In the end, the two will devise a lovely date consisting of a nice nature walk ending with a peaceful picnic
    • You may find that dates with Zen can go from nice and talkative to quiet and enjoying each other’s presence. He’s the type that can just sit there and take in the calmness and serenity of the situation
    • He might even teach you some meditation while you’re out!

So I thought to myself: but why does he get a new jacket? And then this happened.  But one possibility of many.  I blame @acrobat-elle for this.  Starts pre-new-jacket.


Stepping quietly across the living room floor, Killian peers out the nearest window.  It’s still the middle of February, and as he’s gathered, winter never seems to end in this realm, as surely as summer persists in Neverland.  He gives the fire a stir before he rests against the windowsill, the divots in the delicately carved wood sure to press a pattern into his flesh.  But there’s something about the quiet, the illusion of total solitude, the complete and utter darkness, that’s remarkably comforting. So he stays, and presses the palm of his hand against the glass, where the wind and the biting cold have begun to draw sharp, frozen figures.

“Your hand’s gonna freeze to the glass.”

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daveed diggs x reader (cookies and flannels)

prompt: you and daveed’s relationship and his favorite cookies and your favorite flannel provide different things for both of you.

pairing: diggs x reader

warnings: none just a lot of fluff

word count: 1,155


Your relationship hadn’t always been perfect. The first time you and Daveed got together, it wasn’t special. You and your boyfriend, Michael, had just broken up and your girls had taken you out to the bar. You could remember Megan telling you, “Don’t look now, but the guy behind you is totally checking you out.” You giggled.

“Is he cute?”

Marissa chimed it, “Better. He’s coming over here.”

You tried to focus in on what Julia was saying, but you could feel his eyes raking you up and down. You swiveled in your chair towards him. His took in a sharp breath. You were beautiful.

“Can I buy you a drink?”


“I’ll see you after the show?” you asked before leaning up to kiss his cheek. He nodded, squeezing you hand before letting you go.

“She’s really sweet,” Phillipa told him. It was her first time meeting you. You had brought him lunch during the early days of his workshop. 

“I know,” he smiled. You were ridiculously kind to everyone you met. A little sassy, but undeniably kind. 

Lin said the same thing. So did his mom. It only seemed like it was going up hill.

But then it didn’t. It wasn’t his fault, really. It just wasn’t working. He was constantly rehearsing for Hamilton, and you knew that. But when the nights got later and later, it was just too hard. 

Still, even your breakup was nice. Daveed had gotten home at around midnight, exhausted beyond belief. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he mumbled as he kicked off his shoes. You were sitting there, wringing you hands in your blue flannel at the counter. It was like a baby blanket for you, making you feel relaxed. He immediately noticed your distress and cautiously walked towards you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, knowing the opposite. 

“I have to go,” you tried. He cocked his head to the side. 

“I just got home.”

You let out an airy laugh, “Exactly.” 

Instantly, he knew what was going on. He knew it wasn’t fair, so when you told him that you should break up, he said okay, despite the cracks he felt in his heart.

Still, before you left, you poked your head into the hallways once more. 

“I - uh, I made cookies. Um, okay. I’m sorry. Bye.” Then the door shut. He walked into their - well, his now - kitchen to find a plate of still warm oatmeal tassies. Attached on a hot pink sticky notes was

I’m sorry. Thank you for understanding. I made your favorites. 

Daveed smiled to himself. Even in a breakup, you were still unbelievably kind. 


Hamilton was heating up and it was only a matter of days before the opening. You were waiting in line at a coffee shop, shivering slightly as the door opened, letting in the chilly March air. You tried to ignored this and continued checking your twitter mentions but when an undeniable laugh caught your attention. 

Head snapping up, you saw Daveed and Oak walking in. Your breathing hitched. He looked good, happy. He didn’t look as tired as he had just a few months ago.

You turned, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. You failed.

His laughter came to a halt when he saw the blue flannel draped across your body. It was his favorite, no matter the context; it made your eyes pop. 

“Y/N?” Oak asked, a smile dancing on his lips. Blush flooded your cheeks as you turned around.

“Hi,” you tried, but your voice was hoarse. You cleared your throat slightly, “How are you?” But you weren’t talking to Oak. You eyes were attached to Daveed’s.

“I’m okay,” he was fumbling with his words, “How are you?” You used your flannel to cover your hands.

“I’m okay.”

“Next?” the barista called, causing you to focus back on the world. Your whole body was burning.

After receiving your coffee, you gave a small wave to Daveed before walking out, wishing things were different. 

As if on cue, the chime of the door followed you.

“Wait!” Daveed barely got the words out before his lips were attached to yours. Your chest was heavy, pushing your entire body into his. You wrapped an arm around his head as his held tightly onto your waist. 

Your breathing was shallow when he pulled away. 

“Hi,” he said this time.


About a week later, you two were back on - officially. About a month later you spent the night. Now you were here and it was nearly October and you could barely remember what your own bed felt like.

Still, when he walked home and smelt oatmeal tassies, his heart sank. 

“Hey, baby!” you called from the kitchen. You were dancing and listening to something over the speakers… rap? It wasn’t until you started rapping that he recognized the lyrics. 

“'Who, me?’ said a speech bubble on a dog on a Sunday morning comic
Clipped and stuck up to the fridge with big chip bag magnet
Big chips stacked in the armoire
Behind glass, where the dominoes and the Bicycle cards are
And the thick, yellow and crystal tumblers”

“Are you rapping my song?” he asked. You were wearing that damn flannel and a white shirt that lifted when you reached for the parchment paper. He came to your side, grabbing it with ease. 

You just kept rapping. When the chorus came, you pointed at the counter. 

“For you!” 

In a bowl sat a beater with cookie dough covering it. Each second his heart was beating faster.

Then you were scooping it only a tray, pressing each one down slightly. You moved your hips to his words. 

Daveed picked up the beater and sat down, confused. You twirled around, skating on your fuzzy socks, and ‘booped’ his nose.

“Baby, hold on -” he was completely unsure of what was going on. But you just kept on baking, putting the cookies into the oven.

“Wait, Y/N, slow down -” he stopped when you turned to face him. Your hair was falling out of your bun and around your face. 

You smiled, “What?”

Instantly, he blurted out, “Are you breaking up with me?”

Your face dropped along with your heart. Immediately rushing to his side, “No. Absolutely not, why would you think that?” you reached for his hands.

“The flannel and the cookies and I’m really sorry if I did something but-”

He watched your eyes light up. Leaning close, you held his cheek softly before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

“You did nothing wrong,” you giggled, “I made you cookies because I love you. And this is my favorite flannel.”

“Really?” face relaxing in your hands. 

You nodded, “Really.”

He breathed out a sigh, allowing himself a small smile. You were too sweet. 

“I love you too,” he added, realizing what happened, “for the record.”

You laughed, “For the record.” 

He pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head, “Wanna know a secret?” he smirked.

You nodded. 

“You rapping my songs is really hot.” 

Best drinks in Town. [Smut]

A;N: Hello pretty people! I’m so sorry I have been gone (writing wise) for so long! Life’s been a bit hectic lately! However, I had this idea and I couldn’t get it out my head! Enjoy! xox

Pairing: Stuart TwomblyxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 5,851

Listen to me.

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

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#37- Casual Sex (Sam x Jody)

Requested anonymously for my kink list (master list here).

Word Count: 1550

Warnings: smut

A/N: I love Winmills so damn much. Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO


It’s almost as dark inside Jody’s house as it is outside in the night. There’s one lonely lamp turned on in the hallway, sending a soft glow echoing through her living room, just enough to see by, not bright enough to be harsh on Sam’s tired eyes.

His stomach is full of her lasagna and his hair smells like the fruity shampoo she graciously offered him when she shoved him into the bathroom with a clean towel, insisting that he not leave that room until she could see his skin underneath the dirt.

It’s nice to come here after a hunt.

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re·al·i·za·tion

noun

The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you on a Wednesday evening while you were at the gym as per usual. School was killing you, but you were determined to stick with your workout schedule, even if it meant sleeping an hour less or watching one less episode of your current favorite kdrama. Just exactly why were you so passionate about working out?

Ding!

[7:33PM] Jeon: If you’re not here in 5 minutes then YOU owe ME all you can eat KBBQ. 

Ding! 

[7:33PM] Jeon: AND ice cream.

It was as simple as that – you just couldn’t, wouldn’t, lose this bet with Jeon Jungkook. 

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Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 


It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

x files fic: under the stars (minimal fate required)

or: ways mulder and scully could’ve been happy

for @leiascully‘s challenge: list sort of

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The X-Files are never shut down and Scully is never abducted.

They fall into a comfortable rhythm of partnership: an incredible solve rate, an easy repertoire. (He never convinces her to believe in aliens, and she never convinces him not to.) They start spending time together outside of work - getting drinks, watching movies over long-abandoned paperwork. It’s at least two and a half years before Mulder realizes that she is his best friend. (Even over the Gunmen, he thinks about telling her, but how would that go down? They don’t say things like that to each other. She’s only ever called him Fox once, and he’s called her Dana a total of six times before she asked him to stop; what kind of friends are they?)

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Spirits and the danger of spirit work, FAQ

Whenever the topic of spirit work comes up, the two messages I receive more than any other are, “how dangerous is this?” and, “I want to do spirit work, but I’m scared to.”

I can offer nothing but my own experiences. I am going to make this FAQ style to address a lot of the questions I have received over time.

My first and best advice is, if you are afraid of spirits, don’t do spirit work.

Certain spirits can sense fear, and some spirits want you to be afraid so they can feed off of you. When we are afraid, it is difficult to think straight. Some spirits will take advantage of this in order to confuse us and make us susceptible to attack or manipulation.

When you approach spirit work from a place of fear, you present yourself as prey.

If you feel called to do spirit work, yet you are afraid of it, try a lot of introspective journaling and meditation. Ask yourself these questions:

  • What are spirits?
  • Where do spirits live?
  • Why am I afraid of spirits?
  • What do I think will happen if I communicate with spirits?
  • Why do I want to contact spirits?
  • Where did my fear come from?
  • Do I believe all spirits are more powerful than I am? Why or why not?
  • Am I called or destined to work with spirits?

At some point, you were a soul waiting to be reborn in to human form. When you looked upon the world you saw evil and danger, yet you chose to take the risk. Why? Because the rewards of living this life far outweigh the negatives. Because you were called to be human again. Because you knew it was your destiny.

Spirit work is much the same. We can view the world of spirits and recognize there is danger there, and we can also accept this danger and step in to their world anyway. Just because there is danger does not mean it will destroy you if you encounter it, no more than a fender bender will destroy your life in the human world. Just because there is evil does not mean you are guaranteed to encounter it.

Q: Why should I try spirit work?

A: I find people are often eager to try spirit work, perhaps for a number of reasons. I think maybe the main reason is that they want proof or validation that magic and spirits are real. Maybe the second reason is that they want to get something out of it. Well, I have excellent news: both of these things are yours for the taking.

If you want to work with spirits, you have to face both sides of the coin. You must recognize that danger exists in the spirit world, just as it exists in our human world. You must recognize that if you go to the wrong places and interact with the wrong people, you could get hurt. You must take responsibility for your own actions and carefully think about what you do before you do it. But in exchange, you can get a lot. You can get help with magic, or even spirits who will perform magic for you. You can even be taught important magical techniques that you will not find online. You can receive visions of what it is like to live in other worlds, fly as a bird in the sky, or live as a sea urchin deep in the ocean. You can experience what the life of a flame is like, or how it feels to be a cloud. You can find spirits who will spy on others for you and return to you with information. You can contact spirits of wealth and beauty to work out contracts with them. You can evolve yourself mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. You can do much.

I am not here to convince anyone that they should try spirit work. In fact I am of the mind that many people should not. But I am not about to encourage abstinence-only education.

Q: What is my chance of getting hurt?

A: If you lack common sense and are obsessed with the “getting stuff” side of the coin, I’d say your chances are pretty high. If you crave validation and spirit contact and will do anything to get it, your chances are high. If you have zero experience with magic and could not banish a fly, your chances are high.

If you are very mindful of dangers, if you are willing to send spirits away, if you have experience banishing and cleansing, your chances are reduced. If you put safety as your top priority, above validation, above getting stuff, above proving how badass you are, your chances of being hurt go way down.

Q: How should I prepare for spirit work?

A: You must be confident and comfortable with your ability to handle whatever you are about to experience. It could be the spirit of a moth, and you still must be confident that A) you can handle interacting with it, and B) you can send it away when it is time.

Interacting with it means, if it takes on a scary form, will you be afraid? Or will you recognize that the form a creature takes cannot harm you? A moth is still a moth no matter if it looks like a moth or a scary demon. If it takes a beautiful and kind form, are you going to believe everything it says?

Sending it away, 98% of the time, means simply asking. “I am ready for you to leave now. Please go as you came, freely. Thank you for your time.” 2% of the time, it means banishing. I have interacted with a LOT of spirits and I can count on one hand the number of times I have had to perform a real banishing.

In pragmatic terms, you will simply want to feel confident about what you are about to do. Be calm and patient. Have with you a notebook or laptop to record everything that happens (it is totally fine to use technology during rituals; I regularly bring my laptop in to my circle). If you feel it is necessary, wear a protective amulet. Have with you various offerings and your tools of banishment. Go to a safe space where you feel confident. If you feel nervous about working in your home, go outside. If you prefer the safety of your home, go inside.

Clearly write your calls and exactly what you say and do. Keep meticulous records.

Q: What are offerings? Why do I use them? What do I do after I am done with them?

A: Offerings = gifts. They are a sign of appreciation. When you invite someone important to your house, you probably want to make them feel comfortable. “What can I get you? Do you want a snack or maybe a glass of water?” When we invite spirits in to our space, we do the same thing. Instead of leaving the question open ended, simply offer them what you have. “Thank you for coming. May I offer you some incense or this glass of water?”

Offerings that spirits tend to like are the same kinds of things that humans tend to like. Tobacco, any alcohol, any food (unprocessed is best), beverages like tea or coffee with real sugar, fresh water, or incense will work great.

If you know what kind of spirit you are going to contact (which, you definitely should) then gather offerings specific to what they like. A dog spirit would like meat or bones; a cat spirit may enjoy catnip. Bird spirits may enjoy seed or fish. If you don’t know what to offer, simply follow the generic list above.

When I give offerings, I wait until the time is right. For certain friends I will give offerings immediately. For others I will wait until the end of the interaction. I can see when spirits are enjoying offerings, so I wait until I see that they are done. If you cannot see when spirits are enjoying offerings, wait five to ten minutes before disposal. Before disposal, say, “thank you for appreciating my gift to you. It is time for you to go, thank you for coming.” Then simply throw the offerings away.

Pour beverages on to the ground if you can, otherwise pour them down the drain. Bury foods if you can, otherwise toss them in the trash. Throw away ashes from incense.

Q: What are tools of banishment? How do I use them?

A: These tools are anything you can use to banish spirits. I use salt (for protection) and flying devil oil (as a weapon). I may post some stuff on banishment later, but right now actual banishment rituals are outside the scope of this FAQ.

Other banishment tools could include any type of banishment powder or oil, a wand, protective or aggressive stones, and a variety of plants such as mullein, rosemary, bay leaf, or basil which can be burned or scattered.

If possible, you would want to burn a purifying and protective plant before and during your spirit work. This will keep malicious spirits at bay and make your working space more comfortable to benevolent spirits. If this is not possible, make a hot tea out of these plants and sprinkle the tea around your space, then let the tea sit and fill the room with steam.

Make a protective grid out of stones and sit in the middle of the grid. Bless a candle and let it’s radiating light keep away malicious spirits. Sprinkle a circle of salt around you (it really does work).

If a spirit is refusing to leave, ask the plant or stone spirits to help you send away this intruder. Mentally force the spirit away while you are in your protected space. Say stuff like, “by the power of rosemary I send you away.” If you are mean like me, corner the spirit and attack it until it is willing to leave of it’s own accord.

Q: What is proper spirit work etiquette?

A: Be polite. Avoid being aggressive. Ask yourself what the spirit is getting out of its interaction with you. Make your time with spirits a two-way street; ensure they get something out of it as well. Often, this will be offerings. When it is time for a spirit to leave, there is no need to shout at it or threaten it. “Thank you for coming. Please leave my home.” If a spirit does not leave, offer it a fair warning. “I am prepared to defend my home and send you away by force.” Most spirits do not respond when I threaten them. They respond when I pick up a weapon. At this point they will often try to flee. I recommend letting them go instead of being sadistic and torturing them. If a spirit seems prepared to fight, well, it’s time to fight.

Offer your gifts once to each spirit, either as they arrive or before you ask them to leave. Give them five to ten minutes to enjoy the offerings. It makes more sense to me to wait until the spirit leaves to share the offerings, otherwise they may feed then leave before you have a chance to talk! Always be humble and thankful.

Remember to never ask the spirit for it’s name, and never share your name. Rather, say, “what may I call you?” and say, “you may call me [magical name]. It is alright if a spirit does not want to give you anything to call it by.

Never force a spirit to stay in your life if it is angry, causes you fear, or wishes to move on. Once I received a series of messages from a young spirit worker who found a spirit’s home and brought it to her house. The spirit was clearly enraged and sent her visions to return him to his resting place, yet she refused – because this was the first spirit she encountered, and she wanted that “real” experience. Do not be like this person. Leave spirits alone if they want to be left alone.

Q: How do I know a spirit is gone if I do banish it?

A: The spirit will no longer appear in your mind’s eye. You will not feel as if there is a presence in your home. You should feel alone and unwatched.

Q: How do I craft protections for spirit work?

A: Simply research any magical protections. Any solid spell will do.

Q: How do I fight a spirit if I need to?

A: I’m not going to post this one publicly. If you already have a spirit that won’t leave without a fight, send me a private message.

Q: What are some red flags?

A: Again, this is all from my experience. Here are all the common spirit “scams” that I am familiar with.

The spirit will begin asking for things over and above what you are prepared to give. Any polite spirit will stick with what you have to offer and appreciate the gesture. Be very, very wary if a spirit starts requesting other things in exchange for its time. Wait until you have more experience before you agree to share things beyond simple offerings.

If a spirit tries to trick you in to sharing personal information, especially your real name, send it away immediately. Spirits can use this information to manipulate you. I would not even tell a spirit the name of my dog before getting to know it very, very well.

The spirit presents itself as being ancient or powerful. Such beings have better things to do then mess with ouija boards or entertain young spirit-workers.

The spirit presents itself as having been with you your entire life, possibly over the course of many lifetimes. It is your special, powerful soul mate and all you have to do to receive your true powers is accept this spirit in to your mind and body. Don’t believe it for one second – send this spirit very, very far away.

The spirit beings to tell you that you are the chosen one, that you are very special and powerful, and that it is ready to serve you. You are being manipulated.

The spirit, for any reason, tries to be granted access to your mind and body. It may offer you great gifts if you agree to it, or assure you that the only way you will find what you seek is to let yourself be open to a powerful creature such as him. This spirit is ready to possess you! All it needs is permission to enter your mind and it will take over. As someone who has battled personal possession before, I do not recommend letting it get to this stage. Send the spirit far, far away.

Q: I got involved in spirit work and things went really, really wrong. What do I do?

A: Send me a message.

Moments Pt. 1 (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You meet Grayson Dolan at a house party and the two of you immediately spark, but he’s still 17 and you’re 21. How long can the two of you hold off?

Warnings: Teasing? Swearing? Who knows.

A/N: SO. Wow. Okay. This is part of a series of snapchat imagines I’m doing and this one just got lengthy as hell, so I’m doing it in parts. Part two will be up either tomorrow or the next day. Text messages are in bold. Song lyrics are in italics. Special shoutout to Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes for helping me keep this alive, ily all.


“If I could go back to the day we met

I probably would just stay in bed.

You run your mouth all over town

and this one goes out to the sound

of breaking glass on my Range Rover.

Pay me back, or, bitch, it’s over.

All the presents I would send -

Fuck my friends behind my shoulder.”

The song rang through the speakers as you crossed the house, heading to the kitchen where you’d been told the alcohol was, two of your best friends behind you. The three of you had gotten ready together before heading to the party thrown by someone you had met through YouTube. You all ran a channel together, producing amazing all-female longboarding and skateboarding videos, promoting the scene for girls in L.A.

Your friends got distracted by a few fellow YouTubers you all knew (that they were seriously crushing on), and you decided to find the liquor by yourself. After all, you’d just turned 21 a few weeks prior and parties were for drinking, right? While dunking your cup into the large storage bin that held the jungle juice, someone reached in front of you to try and grab a cup, and grazed your arm. You looked up to see who it was, not recognizing the arm.

“Sorry, just tryna partake,” he said with a laugh and a smile that could make a nun blush. He picked up a red Solo cup from the stack beside you and waited while you pulled your drink out, cup full. You looked him up and down and cracked a grin - he was damn cute.

“No worries,” you replied, taking a long sip. His eyes still lingered on yours, hazel eyes that made your heart skip a beat. He filled his cup, but smiled at you before taking a sip.

“I’m Grayson,” he said, breaking the silence between you, though it was hardly silent with the party raging on around both of you.

“(Y/N),” you answered simply, taking another sip of your drink. He nodded.

“Yeah, you and those two girls run that longboarding channel, right? I love that channel. My brother and I watch it religiously.” You chuckled and shrugged.

“Yeah that’s me. I’m glad you like it. We put a lot of work into it. We actually just finished our latest video today. That’s how I got this,” you held up your right forearm. Underneath running from elbow halfway up your arm, was a pretty sizable scrape. Grayson’s eyes got big and he chuckled.

“Whoa, that’s pretty intense. I love when you guys skate too though, makes the video so much better.” You could tell it was a come on, but you hardly minded. You were trying to think about which channel he ran - there were so many and so many of them were here at this party.

“Yeah, they’re a little insecure about it but they did it after some convincing.” It dawned on you when he laughed and you grinned. “Oh, you’re Grayson Dolan, aren’t you?” He smirked and shoved one of his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

“Guilty. Ethan’s here somewhere too. He’d love to meet you but right now, I think I want you all to myself,” he said, his smirk growing. You shook your head, but smiled, leaning back against the table the jungle juice was sitting on. You were used to boys flirting with you, and you could always keep up, but normally, they were a little closer to your age.

“Don’t you think I’m a little old for you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow but looking back at him. He gave half a shrug and leaned next to you on the table.

“I think I know a lot for someone my age, and you might be impressed…” he replied, his eyes locked on yours. He wasn’t smirking so wide anymore, and his gaze was intense and a little intimidating, or it would have been if you weren’t so used to boys looking at you that way. You bit your lip to hide a smile, knowing you had to draw the line.

“Look, tiger, I appreciate the attention and you’re super cute, but I’m not tryna get arrested toinght,” you said with a laugh, taking a swig of your drink again. The pregame you and your girls had done earlier was starting to hit you, and your inhibitions were starting to wear down, but there was still no way you’d mess with a 17-year-old. He laughed out loud, almost over the music and other voices in the house.

“I guess that’s fair. Can I still talk to you or is that punishable by law too?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment and elbowed him gently.

“Totally legal as long as you keep your hands to yourself,” you winked and bit your lip and you saw a smile crack over his face.

“Damn,” he answered and the two of you laughed, though the noticeable tension hung in the air, thick and taunting.

The two of you chatted, flirted, told each other stupid little secrets and got to know each other personally, apart from you YouTube personas. Grayson was just as goofy and likable as he portrayed himself on the Dolan Twins channel. He told stupid jokes that made you laugh loudly. When he smiled, it really did shake you to your core. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was underage, he was out of reach. You couldn’t have him. You weren’t supposed to.

After a while, other people wanted jungle juice, so the two of you moved out of the kitchen and back into the living room where most people were laughing and dancing and drinking and playing beer pong. You tried to talk to each other there for a while, but it got way too loud to comprehend each other without shouting.

“Let’s go out back by the pool,” Grayson suggested, leaning close and talking into your ear. His proximity made your heart jump and you so badly wanted to reach out and touch him, but you knew you shouldn’t. You repeated ‘I shouldn’t’ to yourself as he reached for your hip to pull you away from the doorframe so someone else could get by you. You nodded, standing up on tip toe to reach is ear in reply. The urge to reach up and gently rest your hand on the back of his neck was almost too much to bear.

“I’m just gonna go check on my friends and I’ll meet you out there!” He mirrored your nod and headed toward the glass sliding door leading to the backyard.

You fought through the crowd until you found the two girls you’d come to the party with. Both of them were relatively sober and in good spirits.

“Where have you been?!” Danielle shouted at you, grabbing your arm. You could smell the vodka on her breath and knew she had been taking shots again, but she was steady and you could tell nobody had puked yet. You chuckled and pulled them both close to you, looking over your shoulder for people who shouldn’t hear the conversation.

“I ran into Grayson Dolan,” you confessed and they both looked at you, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

“SHUT UP,” Leena shouted, smacking your arm. You laughed and ran your hand through your hair, shrugging.

“Yeah, we’ve been talking this whole time. Like since we all got here.” They looked at each other and then back at you, Danielle smirking, Leena not very impressed.

“WE GOT HERE TWO HOURS AGO, (Y/N)!” Leena shouted, Danielle laughing behind her. You could feel yourself turn red.

“Oops?” You offered, turning a darker shade of red and smirking. “Sorry, not sorry,” you shouted over your shoulder as you walked away from them, waving. You stopped in the kitchen to get another round of jungle juice before you’d head outside, but not before you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist and slide around you, locking you into their grip as they rested against your exposed stomach.

You sighed and let your head tilt to the side a little, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Logan, I thought I told you it was over. In fact, I know I told you it was over.” You wiggled out of his grip and held the two cups in one hand, your wrists sitting on the edge of the jungle juice bin. “That means keep your hands to yourself.”

The Less I Know, The Better by Tame Impala was blaring over the speakers now, just like it had when you had met him at a party six months earlier. That should’ve been more than enough warning for you - should’ve been a red flag.

You quickly got bored of and annoyed with Logan Paul and his attitude and broke it off with him after only a month of seeing each other. You rarely saw him outside of parties and when you did, he seemed even more annoying, like he never left the party, not to mention the fact that he was pretty disrespectful of your friends. But he had a hard time taking no for an answer, always cornering you at parties and texting you at 4 in the morning, hoping to hook up. The kid had a hard time taking a hint.

“Come on, babygirl, you can’t tell me we didn’t have a good time together,” he said, placing an arm on the other side of the wall, blocking your path. You quirked an eyebrow.

“One: we did have a good time, but I had to be drunk to have a good time with you, so now it’s over. Two: I’m not your baby, don’t call me that. I have a name. If you must speak to me, use it.” He was wearing on your nerves now. You didn’t appreciate what he was trying to do. You shoved Logan’s arm off the wall, pushing him away from you with your shoulder as you walked away from him, toward the sliding door.

You paused as you saw Grayson standing there, his hand on the handle, his mouth slightly agape. You smiled awkwardly and kept walking as he pulled open the door for you, closing it behind you and creating a barrier between you and Logan. He smiled at you and took the drink you offered before shooting Logan a quick glance. They both had the same expression on their faces.

The two of you made your way over to the pool and sat down next to it. The lights strung from the trellis behind the house lit the air just enough for you to be able to see each other, and the glow from the pool lights illuminated your faces in a cool blue haze. You sat in silence together, the music from the house playing faintly in the background. Grayson finally broke the quiet.

“So. You and Logan, huh?” You made an annoyed, distasted sound somewhere between your nose and throat and scratched the bridge of your nose.

“No. Not me and Logan. We had a thing once, a while ago and I just wasn’t into him when I wasn’t drunk, so I told him to beat it, but homie has a hard time taking ‘no’ for an answer.” You ran your hand through your hair again and sat Indian style, your elbows resting on your knees, holding the cup with both hands. You stared down into it, considering what you’d said and how Grayson would take it.

“He tends to have that effect on people - fun at parties but a jackass the rest of the time.” The statement made you genuinely laugh and he joined in, but you still felt guilty, as if maybe you were leading him on by telling him you were single and Logan was the farthest thing from your mind.

But that wasn’t your intention, right? You were just telling him the facts, right? Facts about you? So he could get to know you, right? That was it? It was true, after all, that you wanted nothing to do with Logan. But did Grayson have to know that?

You let your train of thought go and sighed, looking over at him. His face read as if he knew what you were about to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak, but he smiled and cut you off.

“I know,” he stated. “Look, I’m not gonna lie, I’m extremely attracted to you,” he began, leaning a little closer to you. “The things I’d do to you…” His gaze wandered up your body, lingering at your lips as he brought his face closer to yours. You held your breath as he inched closer to you. His stare finally caught yours and you both looked at each other, unblinking, hearts racing before he cleared his throat and brought the two of you crashing back down to Earth.

“But I know that I shouldn’t, and I know that you can’t.” His voice was honest and genuine. Add that to the list of things you liked about him. He sighed before he continued. “However, I do think you’re funny and really cool and I’d like to hang out with you. Y’know. Platonically,” he finished, sitting up straight, you mirroring him. You bit your lip as you thought it over.

“As much as I enjoy flirting with you, I think you’re right.” you replied, resting your temple on your fist, your elbow leaning on your knee. “But the feeling is mutual and I’d like to get to know you like, as a person.”

He smiled and leaned back, placing his drink on the ground and both palms flat behind him, leaning into them. You both sat like that for a while before he smirked and chuckled to himself. You raised an eyebrow in question.

“For what it’s worth,” he began, leaning toward you, whispering in your ear. “I bet I’m ten times better than him in bed.” A shudder ran through you. It almost felt like a flame had licked up your spine. You turned to look at Grayson who was grinning deviously. He winked before leaning back, looking up at the stars that dotted the sky.

You and the girls left the party not much later, the two of them all but pulling you out by your arms, your heels dragging the ground, hearts in your eyes. You had exchanged numbers with Grayson, and in the car on the way home, you boldly added him on Snapchat, the jungle juice coursing through your body. You were surprised to see him add you back almost immediately.

A few days went by, business as usual, and you forgot about the tension between you and the underage boy. You focused on editing the video and perfecting it with Leena and Danielle and wasted no time wondering what Grayson was doing. Mostly.

The video went up on Thursday afternoon, as it usually did, the three of you announcing it on your Snapchats, Instagrams, Twitters and Tumblrs.

“New video today!” You said to your Snapchat followers.

“Go check it out!” Danielle added.

“(Y/N) ATE SHIT IT WAS AWESOME!” Leena yelled from the background, causing the three of you to laugh together.

You threw your phone onto the couch and relaxed after all of your promo work was done. The girls wanted to go out for pizza to celebrate, but you were wiped out from editing. You sent them off with the promise to bring back something for you later.

Your phone buzzed. You picked it up to see Grayson’s name flash across the screen. You unlocked your phone to read the message.

Hey, Ethan and I just watched your new vid. So awesome! You wiped out harder than I thought you did! hahaha

You smiled as you tapped out a reply.

Thanks! Yeah, it was a pretty real fall haha. Glad you guys enjoyed it!

You sent the text , putting your phone back down on the couch, expecting that to be the end of that, but were surprised when your phone buzzed again.

What’re you up to tonight? I thought we might try that whole platonic hanging out thing. If you were still interested, that is…

You thought about it. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so exhausted anymore. You’d showered earlier and your hair was actually looking pretty good. You smiled and bit your lip as you considered the consequences.

Yeah, why not? What’d you have in mind?

Grayson picked you up about half an hour later and the two of you went for sushi. You had made a tremendous effort to look cute but casual. You laughed and flirted, sharing sashimi and tempura. You didn’t drink because Grayson couldn’t and you didn’t want things to be awkward. When the check came, Grayson tried to pick up the whole thing, but you wouldn’t let him.

“This isn’t a date, Dolan, you’re not allowed to pay for me,” you said through a laugh, pulling the check from his hand. He snatched it back from you.

“I’m not allowed to pay for my friend when I want to?” He asked, winking at you. You smirked and grabbed it back from him.

“No, but I am,” you said, handing the check and your card to the waiter as he walked by, giggling as Grayson stared with an open mouth.

“That’s totally not fair!” He said, annoyed, but a smile still tinting his face. You shrugged and leaned an elbow on the tabletop.

“‘I’m not allowed to pay for my friend when I want to?’” You mocked, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile, pointing a finger at you.

“This isn’t over, (Y/L/N),” he said with a laugh and you shrugged, winking as you signed the slip the waiter placed in front of you.

Neither of you felt like going home after dinner, so you went down to the nearby boardwalk and got ice cream, walking alongside the beach. Grayson easily made you laugh and flirted a little more boldly with you, tickling your side and tossing an arm around your neck, drawing you close to him. You felt your heart flutter as he did, but you didn’t let it stay there for long. You spun around, out of his grip to walk backward in front of him, facing him, adding to the silliness of the evening.

He looked back at you, a little disappointed, but understanding.

“Can I ask you something?” He looked into your eyes. When you looked back at him, you could see the mischievous glare behind them, so you quickly looked back down to your spoon digging around in your ice cream, shrugging one shoulder.

“I guess, yeah…” you said, biting your spoon, turning to walk beside him again.

“Do you know how to lighten up?” He said through a laugh. You rolled your eyes, but smirked.  

“This is different and you know that…” You looked up to meet his gaze, but when you saw the intensity of his stare, you looked back down into your ice cream again. You couldn’t handle how deeply he wanted to look into your eyes.

“Is it?” He questioned, stopping to lean against the railing of the boardwalk.

“Yes,” you reinforced, unwavering, finally able to look back up at him. He could see his own frustration reflected back at him from your expression - it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t feeling the same things. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he began, taking half a step closer to you. It made you shake a little in your Vans. “I’m just having a really hard time keeping my hands to myself…” he said, looking down at you. You felt that same flame shoot up your spine as he reached out to put a hand on your hip. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t. You were paralyzed by the way he looked at you. An odd sensation gripped the back of your skull and you couldn’t look away.

You wanted him to look at you that way for hours, until you both collapsed of exhaustion. And you never wanted anyone else to look at you that way again. Just Grayson. Only Grayson.

‘Grayson…’ you thought, his name echoing in your head. ‘Grayson…who is 17…’

When you snapped back to reality, he was much closer than you remembered. His forehead rested against yours and he was less than a breath away from you. It would’ve been so easy to just…

“I have to go.”

You tore yourself away, feeling nauseous for doing so. Your stomach was in your mouth and it took all you had for your feet to drag the rest of your body up the boardwalk until you had the presence of mind to get an Uber home. The entire car ride back was silent, your blood rushing in your ears. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding in your chest, as if it were trying to beat you up from the inside.

‘I know,’ you told your insides regrettably. ‘I know…’

When you got home, you immediately texted Grayson, your fingers shaking as you tapped a message.

Hey. I’m sorry I just ran off. I just think we got a little too carried away and if I had let you kiss me, there would’ve been no turning back.

You put your phone down on the kitchen counter and stared at it, biting your lip until you tasted pennies. You read the reply as soon as you received it, sucking on your now bleeding bottom lip.

I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I was just enjoying my friend’s presence. I’m underage. Talk like that could get you in trouble. 😉

You let air fill your lungs again, relieved that he wasn’t angry with you - that he understood. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

I’m sorry if I got too close. I’ll make sure you don’t ever have to do that again. I promise.

It made you giggle a little. It made you feel special. It made you want to go back and wish you’d let him kiss you. Or that you were a little younger.


You and Grayson both decided together that you each needed a few days away from each other to recuperate from the heat of that evening, so things slowly went back to normal. You texted each other, but you didn’t dare flirt, and the messages were mostly just short congratulations to each other on videos and the reactions to them.

You were sitting on your bed, talking to a group chat when you got a Snapchat notification. User GraysonDolan had sent you a video. Curiously, you clicked over to the main page to watch it. A song you recognized as Movements by Pham ft. Yung Fusion flowed out of the speaker as a shirtless Grayson mouthed along the words, a knowing smirk on his face.

That body’s a blessing, girl.

I ain’t tryna pressure her.

She messed with the temperature.

Heart wrote the song, but I am the messenger.”

Your screen went back to the list of friends you’d recently sent snaps to. You felt a knot twist in your lower stomach and recognized it as serious arousal. He was flawless. He was also not making things easier for either of you. You clicked over to iMessenger and sent him a text.

Do you really think sending me snaps like that is a good idea?

You didn’t wait long for a response.

I knew you’d like it.

His words made you feel weak. You wished there was some way you could replay the snap without looking totally creepy, but you knew there wasn’t, so you let out a sigh and tossed your phone aside, flopping down onto your back on the bed.


A few weeks later, you and Gray were on a casual “non-date” - as the two of you had started calling them - when he reached across the table and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. You wanted to pull away, but you looked up at him and he was smiling. Not that mischievous, playful grin he wore when you knew he was thinking something dirty, but a warm, kind smile. It made your chest feel heavy and fluttery all at the same time.

“Is it okay if I hold my friend’s hand?” He asked, still wearing a genuine smile. You felt your mouth twitch up into a smile, almost involuntarily and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine…” With that, his smile grew a little wider and the two of you continued to chat, as if nothing had changed.

He drove you home and walked you to your apartment door. As you fiddled with your keys, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. The simple, pure action took your breath away. You were sure he could hear your heart thumping against your chest. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he said quietly, before walking back to his truck.

You closed the door behind you and slid down it, sitting on the floor, your hand buried in your hair. Why did he make you feel like this? Why did he have to be only 17? You’d need another few weeks to recover from this one.

anonymous asked:

Can we have some jealous Lance thinking Keith has a crush on Shiro (and maybe background Allura/Shiro)?

Here you go! Enjoy :D

Poor sad space boys are bad at feelings


           Keith and Shiro came out of their lions exclaiming in disbelief about the stunt they’d just pulled in battle, both of them flying straight through a ring of exploding battleships in order to escape the collapsing star behind them. Shiro was caught halfway between “That was insanely dangerous, Keith, everyone, we need to never do anything like that ever again” and “holy shit I can’t believe that actually worked how are we even alive…” Keith was whooping, high on adrenaline and the thrill of success, pulling off his helmet and throwing an arm around Shiro’s shoulder with a grin on his face. Shiro took his helmet off too, leaving Lance, Hunk, and Pidge with only the muffled sounds of their laughter and exclaiming while they pulled the lions into the castle’s main dock. Lance guided Blue down and stared after Keith and Shiro ambling down the hall together. He chewed his lip.

           “Hey, Hunk,” he said into the helmet. “Do you think Keith and Shiro are like… together?”

           “What?” Hunk squawked.

           “Well just look at them,” he said, gesturing after them even though Hunk couldn’t see him. “They never act like that with any of the rest of us.”

           “Keith and Shiro have known each other longer than they’ve known us,” Pidge said, sounding entirely bored by the idea. “Why do you care anyway? Got a crush?”

           “What? Pffffft. No,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just curious. It affects the team dynamic, you know?”

           “Whatever you say, Lance,” Pidge said. “I need a shower. I’ll see you guys at dinner.” Lance saw her hop out of Green and stride off to her room.

           “Do you have a crush?” Hunk asked him, now they were alone on the coms. Lance made a face.

           “Shiro’s, like, my idol, man. I had a celebrity crush on him before I actually met him but now it would just be weird.” He heard Hunk snort on the other end of the line.

           “I was thinking you probably had a crush on Keith.”

           “What?” Lance spluttered. “Hunk, has space made you crazy? In what universe could I possibly have a crush on Keith?”

           “Well, you talk about him all the time—”

           “I complain about him all the time!”

           “You want his attention—”

           “I want him to know I’m better than him!”

           “You can ‘recognize that mullet anywhere’—”

           “Because no one else in this century has a mullet, for God’s sakes,” Lance grumbled. He could hear the smug grin in Hunk’s words.

           “I’m just saying.”

           “You are so wrong dude.” Lance slid out of Blue and waved up at Yellow. “I agree with Pidge, I need a shower.”

           “Somehow you picked rooms next to each other even though you supposedly hate each other…”

           “Would you shut up?” Lance grumbled. He heard Hunk’s laughter before he pulled the helmet off his head and stomped away towards his room. Just his luck, Keith and Shiro were in the hall, still talking. Keith was murmuring something so soft that Lance could barely hear him speaking, and he saw Shiro go red and wave his hand in protest. Keith shoved at him playfully, and Shiro walked away. Keith watched him go with a fond smile on his face. Lance felt like he was about to boil over and he had no idea why, but at least Keith was right there and always a good target for his aggression. He marched up to the guy and whacked him on the back of the head. Keith spun around, fury overtaking his expression, and glared at Lance.

           “What was that for?” he demanded, rubbing the back of his head.

           “You almost got yourself killed today, how can you and Shiro just go off and laugh about it?” Lance demanded. Keith gaped at him.

           “Seriously? You’re mad at me because I’m pleasantly surprised to be alive? What is your problem with me?” Lance crossed his arms and glared, a hot coil of guilty pleasure in having a chance to speak his mind.

           “You’re always pulling stupid stunts like this – and Shiro is just fine with it ­– what’s with the two of you, anyway? Huh? Why are you all… so buddy-buddy all the time, and just neeeeeeever a bad word to say about the other and… ugh.” Keith’s hands balled into fists.

           “Shiro’s like a brother to me,” he said. “He’s saved my life in ways you would never understand, so don’t you dare say a word against him.” He took a step in closer, shoulders squaring up against Lance.

           “Like a brother. Sure,” Lance rolled his eyes.

           “What’s that supposed to mean?”

           “You two are totally dating, aren’t you?” Keith blinked, brought up short.

           “I— what?”

           “Come on, don’t lie.”

           “We’re not… What?” Lance rolled his eyes, not sure why something sharp and hot seemed to be swelling in his throat.

           “I’ve seen the way you two talk to each other. Why are you keeping it a secret?”

           “Because it’s not happening. You’re seeing things.”

           “Oh yeah? Then what was all that just now?” He gestured down the hallway where Shiro had gone. “All that lovey-dovey whispering to each other, and, and Shiro blushing like that?” Keith pressed his lips together. “Yeah, don’t have an answer, do you?”

           “I was encouraging him to ask out Allura!” Keith blurted out. “God, Lance, have you not seen the way those two look at each other, or are you totally blinded by your crush on her? He just needs a push to actually do it.” Keith paused, eyes roving over Lance. “But you can’t tell anyone that, okay? He doesn’t want anyone to know.” Lance blinked, the hot and sharp feeling in his throat suddenly gone.

           “Oh,” he said, deflated. “But you…” Keith crossed his arms.

           “Why do you even care, anyway?” Lance paused, Hunk’s words in the hangar echoing in his head. A flower of an idea blossomed in his chest, petals thinner than paper and as fragile as glass. He met Keith’s eyes and a terrifying certainty jolted through his chest like lightning. He opened his mouth, wet his lips, but didn’t speak yet. Keith continued to glare at him, and Lance clenched the flower in his chest and crumbled it into dust.

           “No reason,” he said, the words sticking in his throat. “I’ll see you later. Keith.” He took off down the hall, slamming the door to his room shut behind him, before Keith could see the tears in his eyes.

Not Over You pt. 2

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,277

Warnings: alcohol, language (maybe)

A/N: you have all been AMAZING. i have gotten such good reception. so here is part 2. this part is a bit longer, but we’re getting into the thick of it all. enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.

Tagged: @itsagentromanoff @rileyloves5 @defendors @nenyakj @marvelous-fvcks @thorne93

Part 1

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Originally posted by rizwahmeds

You glanced down at the clock on your computer to see 6:20 on the toolbar. You supposed it was time to throw in the towel for the day. And it seemed so did Sarah. She knocked on your office door and poked her head in.

“Anything else you need from me before I head home?” She asked. You could tell she was hopeful.

“Have plans?” You laughed softly, rising from your desk and opening a small filing cabinet near the window. You always kept a spare change of clothes there, you never knew what could happen during the day. You pulled out a more casual pink tank top that would pair perfectly with the white, flower print skirt you were already wearing. “Does this look okay?” You held it up to your chest, almost modeling it for her. “I have a dinner date, with an old friend.”

“Is this friend male?” She wiggled her eyebrows, smiling at you.

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Soulmates - (2/?)

Summary: You asked Jeff, a senior you barely knew, for a ride home while he was going on the beer run.

Warnings: Read part 1 on my page! Swearing. Angst. It’s kind of sad. Also it’s a little different from the show. It will have a continuation. Don’t give up on it just yet, it will be a nice story.

* (Y/A) : your age

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You opened your eyes and saw yourself standing in a large rock. You didn’t know what was happening. People all around you ran frantically. Rescue squads. Paramedics. Police officers. They yelled things at each other, but you couldn’t understand the words. There was a loud noise on your ears, like a whistle, and it was deafening you.

Suddenly, it all came back. Jeff. The hole on the asphalt. The truck. The whistle stopped.

“We found another one!” Someone shouted, and the paramedics rushed on that direction. It was under the car. Was that… Jeff? You heard a woman’s scream.

When your throats started to ache, you realized you were the one screaming.

Someone grabbed you. You turned around, freaking out, and saw Jeff embracing you. He looked perfectly fine. His white shirt was spotless, his cap didn’t move an inch since before the crash.

“J-Jeff? What the…?”

You looked at yourself. Your green dress was just as tidy. The arm, previously slashed apart by glass, didn’t had a single scratch.

“Something happened, I don’t know what” he tried to explain. His face didn’t look as good as the rest of him. He was pale and seemingly about to throw up. “We’re there… but we’re also here”

Your eyes widened. Your car crashed and some extracorporeal shit started going on? That was bullshit. A sick joke.

“I don’t believe in that crap!” you pushed him away and walked towards the wrecked vehicle. As soon as you looked at the body underneath it, you let out another scream, mortified.

Nobody even looked at you. You stared at them, tears running down your face, and tried to reach them. You shouted, punched them, did everything you could think of. Nothing worked. It was like you weren’t even there.

“Jeff” you cried. “What happened to us? That… thing… under the car. I don’t even know which one of us it is. It’s totally deformed”

“I know, I know” he hugged you. You sobbed so hard it hurt your back, but you couldn’t stop.

“Are we-” you started, but couldn’t bring yourself to say what you were thinking. Dead. The whole situation said it loud and clear: you were both dead. Not much left for interpretation.

“I’m not sure” he said, while he watched the body underneath the car be taken away to the ambulance. He turned you around so you wouldn’t see. “They already took one of us to the hospital. Let’s follow the next one there and see what we can find out, okay?”

You nodded. He gently grabbed your waist and lifted you high enough to reach the passenger seat of the ambulance.

“I’m going behind” he said. “There’s no room for both of us here”

“Don’t” you held his hand as tight as you could. “You can fit here too if we squeeze”

“Okay” he climbed up.

You remained silent all the way to the hospital. You weren’t sure if the paramedics talked to each other. If they did, you were too distracted to pay attention. The initial panic worn off and you were now completely void.

You did look at Jeff once to see how was he doing. He seemed lost in thoughts, somewhere in between serenely and sadly. A glance of concern crossed his face when he caught you looking at him, but it disappeared as fast as it came. Also, he didn’t look like he was going to throw up anymore.

Once you got to the hospital, he jumped out and picked you up. You walked through the front door, not looking behind, avoiding the bruised and crushed body.

“I think that’s you on the E.R.” Jeff pointed out. You looked away and saw yourself, dressed in emerald clothes and covered in blood. You were lying on a stretcher, lots of agitated doctors around you. You gasped.

“That means…”

“The one underneath the car is me. I figured” Jeff nodded. “Let’s do this: you stick around your body and I’ll go find mine”

“Okay” you said, unsure. “But let’s meet back here once we have news. I don’t wanna be alone”

“Deal” he said, and left to find himself on his own stretcher, paramedics pulling him out of the ambulance. You looked away and approached yourself.

Another doctor, looking a little older than the others, reached out for your stretcher too.

“What’s the chart?”

“(Y/A) year old female, car crash. Basilar skull fracture, pneumothorax, broken jaw, broken wrist, minor contusions and two open wounds on the thigh and forearm”

“Did you get an O.R.?”

“They’re all occupied, but Dr. Grey is almost done with her carotid endarterectomy in O.R. 2”

“Page Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Bailey, Dr. Hunt and Dr. Torres. I want only the best people on this. I know (Y/N), I am friends with her parents. Did she come in alone?”

“No sir. Male driver, allegedly Jeffrey Atkins according to the documents found on the car, but no visual confirmation” a paramedic answered.

“Meaning what?” a younger doctor asked.

“Too many injuries to be recognized”

“O.R. 2 is clear” a nurse showed up and informed.

“Coming in”

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You met Jeff at the waiting room, as you agreed. He was there, asleep on a chair. You sat beside him and, even though you tried to do it silently, you ended up waking him. His blue eyes greeted you, and he let out a lazy smile.

“How are you doing?”

“I got out of surgery a few hours ago. The doctors just told my parents I’m in a coma” you rubbed your eyes. “I’m so tired”

“Yeah, me too”

“What about you? I mean, your other you” you asked, causing Jeff’s smile to widen up a little.

“Some people came by to see me. Clay and a few jocks. My parents are out of town so I guess they will take a while to get here. My grandma came, though”

“But what about you? Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine” he said simply, and saw the look in your eyes. “Do you want the full medical report? I broke a lot of bones, lost a leg and a hand, my face looks like Quasimodo’s but worst”

You held your breath.

“Oh my god, Jeff, I’m so sorry…”

“Yeah… and only thing I can think about, with all that happening, is that I’ll never play baseball again. How stupid is that?”

“It’s not stupid” you held his hand. “Look at me”

He looked up and you saw the red puffy bags under his eyes.

“I’m here for you, okay? I’m so sorry, this is all my fault” your voice broke.

“What are you talking about?”

“You wouldn’t have been anywhere near that cliff if you weren’t giving me a ride”

He shook his head.

“(Y/N), don’t do this to yourself. If we’re gonna talk about blame, there’s enough to share. If you’re gonna feel guilty about that, I should feel too. I’m the one who forgot my seatbelt, and I’m the one who wanted to take a shortcut. Zach is the one who sent me on a beer run. The truck driver is the one who didn’t see us. We could go on forever and it still wouldn’t make anything better. It would only get worse, with that poisonous feeling”

You nodded. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke again.

“I think we should get out of here”

You frowned.

“And go where?”

“Wherever we want. It might take a while until we wake up, and we should do something other than feeling sorry for ourselves until then. What do you say?”

“Well… why not?”

Adorned By Hours

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“Looking for something?”

She starts at his voice, and the moment she turns to face him, her eyes lock on the watch that he extends to her. She huffs out a shaky breath, and a smile spreads across her face wider than any he’s ever seen from her. He tries not to wonder why the sight of it and the knowledge that he put it there makes his stomach flip.

Two times Bellamy returns Clarke’s father’s watch to her, and one time he doesn’t.


The first time he notices it, Bellamy is kneeling over a sorry looking pile of wood, vigorously moving his hands back and forth over a stick in a futile attempt to start a fire. He’s been at the task for nearly an hour, his palms rubbed raw and colored an angry red, and he can feel frustration pooling at the pit of his stomach. He swears under his breath when the twig snaps against the wood beneath it yet again, and he reaches for a new one.

He doesn’t look up when she kneels next to him.

“Hey,” Clarke says, and he bristles at the amount of pity she’s able to fit into one syllable.

“I don’t want your help.”

He hears her sigh, his eyes never leaving the spot where wood meets wood, rubbing even faster in the hopes that smoke will appear. It doesn’t.

“That stuff is too damp,” she says. “It’ll take a few more days before we stop feeling the effects of that rain storm.”

He doesn’t answer, hands working ever harder and making his shoulders burn with the effort. It’s been a long day, and he can feel the chill in the air that warns of the coming winter. He knows that if they don’t find better shelter, better blankets, more plentiful food sources, if he can’t figure out how to make a goddamn fire, surviving the Grounders won’t matter. They’ll freeze to death before the Ark ever has a chance to make it to the ground.

Clarke places a hand softly over one of his, finally bringing it to a stop.

“Bellamy.”

The glint of sunshine off its glass is what brings his attention to it, reflecting a patch of light onto his own dark skin just next to it. The watch is loose on her wrist, allowing it to slide a bit further down the fair skin of her arm until it catches just above a small freckle that peeks out from beneath her shirtsleeve. Though the fabric of the band is frayed and the glass is cracked, it’s still more luxurious than anything his family would have dreamed of affording on the Ark.

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