and why am i the only one celebrating her birthday! *i hate you all*

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

nerdramblings101  asked:

You seem really upset over Supergirl tonight.

i am. i am a little upset. because they finally, finally, gave m'gann screentime that actually went somewhere. they finally gave m'gann the time of day, the time to explore her past and people from it, the time to realise that she has j'onn now and he cares about her. they gave her a storyline that was interesting and action packed and to be honest, it was fucking incredible, and then what? they shipped her back to mars. just like that. their only major woc character, literally written off to another planet.

i’m upset because of alex. because honestly what fresh hell? alex danvers loves her little sister more than life itself. she literally broke up with maggie two weeks ago because she was so torn up over not being around for kara, so she chose kara. and now? now what? she’s bailing on kara’s birthday, a day they’ve always celebrated, a day that so clearly means so much to them - kara especially. and i get it, i do, alex needs to have a life outside of kara, her life doesn’t have to just be protecting kara anymore because she has maggie and they’re happy, but for goodness sake this wasn’t just any normal day, it was kara’s earth birthday, and alex would never bail on that, especially not so easily and especially not after seeing how clearly upset it made kara. the danvers sisters are the heart and soul of this show and i’m upset because you wouldn’t know it if you just started with this episode.

i’m upset because this is supergirl. supergirl, not the mon-el show, and yet somehow even in an episode in which he didn’t have as much screen time as usual, he manages to take over. why does kara have to feel guilty about not having feelings for him? why does every guy kara tries to be friends with end up falling for her and she ends up the one suffering most? why, in that last danvers sisters scene, was alex encouraging kara to give him a chance? i’m sorry but alex danvers has never been entering any mon-el fan contests so why, in a scene that was supposed to be about fixing alex’s relationship with kara, did the conversation end up about him? why did kara have to be convinced she maybe might have feelings for him? and for the love of god that last scene, are you kidding me? kara sees him with another woman and gets jealous because oh whoop de do would you look at that she’s magically discovered feelings for him and now he’s with someone else. look at how not fucking surprised i am. i’ve only seen this on Literally Every Show Ever.

i’m upset because i got new scenes with my otp and i can’t enjoy them as much as i usually would because they just don’t feel right. maggie surprising alex with tickets to see a band she’s loved since college? maggie looking so god damn happy as she bounds up like a damn puppy to tell alex they got vip tickets? fucking fantastic, sign me up. maggie looking ridiculously at home in alex’s apartment? incredible. but i can’t enjoy it as much as i want to, because they came at the cost of alex and kara’s relationship and as much as i love sanvers, they’re not the relationship that makes supergirl. alex and kara are.

don’t get me wrong, i liked this ep. it was action packed and white martians are evil but pretty fucking cool and i am LIVING for all the m'gann we got, all the m'gann and j'onn we got. i am living for m'gann fighting as a green martian, and evil alex was fucking incredible (and hella hot) and vasquez finally returned from the cave in the desert, so don’t take this as me spewing hate left, right and centre because there was a lot about this episode that i really liked, i just. i’m a little upset that this show is supposed to be about supergirl and yet she’s being sidelined as a love interest for the token white guy, and all the other characters don’t seem to be winning any favouritism contests with the writers either.

(disclaimer: it’s 3.30am and i’m tired and cranky and i can’t be bothered to reread this so it might not be worded as best as i could possibly do to say what i’m trying to say but i just don’t care anymore pls don’t come at me)

february 2017 - dan and phil

2/12

first week (1-7): still up on the isle of man for phil’s birthweek! phil goes on a pleasant walk on the beach. accompaniment confirmed by dan howell (and martyn and cornelia). dan fell or something while trying to be an aesthetic hoe (a sprained wrist and knee? sorry my honeybee). dan posts another pic from iom and i don’t know why i’m crying in the club right now? (also he posted a flop of it on twitter…whatever). phil liveshow! (highlights: birthday present haul includes cool shoes from martyn, sock book, rewined candle, cool beetle jumper from parents, sushi gummies from dan (nostalgia from tatinof uk), firefly on blu-ray, terrarium, big lava lamp from dan, basically just spent a lot of time walking on the seaside and stuff for his bday celebrations, dan falling was hilarious and also genuinely concerning, “He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall,” magic 8 ball predicted that a dog is on the horizon ???!!!!???!!!, if he does anything interesting he’ll do more day in the lifes??!!!!?!). another seaside walk picture plz stop. new gaming video: Dan vs. Phil: QUICK DRAW! phil gives us a relaxing video of the lava lamp dan gave him. nailbaiting occurred by phil. dan and nathan zed interacted and i ascended. phil takes pictures of dan a lot and dan likes posting them (aka dan lays on the floor trying to script). new danisnotonfire video: MY EVIL PIANO TEACHER (aka dan playing the piano thank god). phil still has jingle bells stuck in his head. dan liveshow! (highlights: sweaty and sensual dan ://, they help each other film because setting up tripods is for losers when you have your own person, they cried laughing filming the piano video, dan was excited about this sext marcus butler sent him from this video but then realized it was a joke, phil’s birthday week has extended until forever, dan dramatically fell and talked about it for five minutes, has hamilton tickets, he might rebrand to Dan Howell on youtube wow plz, he went to the dentist :/). 

second week (8-15): dan and phil hang out with zoe and meerkats as her wish for make a wish foundation! new gaming video: IS IT PAINFUL TO DIE?! - Dan and Phil play Google Feud #2. phil liveshow! (highlights: dan got phil a signed nude of david boreanaz, when they saw manchester by the sea a man tripped into dans popcorn oops, wow! there were three gas leaks in their house! it’s like the universe is trying to say something! *cough* move, if there are more gas leaks they will have to leave the house for three weeks and they would probs go on holiday…japan plz.., phil has pretty houseplants with pretty flowers, he bought a fluffy coat, loved the meerkats, petbaiting). cute australia pic (i wish i was that kanga). new phil icon which has effectively made me dead? (also accompanying pic) new gaming video: DIL GETS A FREEZE RAY. dan gets wet and sticky with phil in phils bedroom. new amazingphil video: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE! (i dont know how to feel? i have been overwhelmed). also dan calls phil hubby but like not really but also really and… why. phil wishes us a happy valentines day with a sloth. dan liveshow! (highlights: i don’t really know dan destroyed gender roles and wore a grey wig and a flower crown and tried to scrape off his tattoos just watch the video plz). another australia selfie :( another belated birthday meal for phil but he ate moss that was attached to his drink (is he just gonna keep turning 30 forever jeez). 

third week (16-23): phil’s parents come to london to visit (no phil liveshow) but during their next liveshows they confirm they saw book of mormon again with the in-laws *cough* parents. new gaming video: IS THIS THE END? Dan and Phil play THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ! #6 (twas a good one). there are seagulls outside phil’s windows (side note: hector aka shitty watercolour made a painting of it and the livestream of it was good not that anyone cares). phil spent his weekend watching time lapses of cats when they are home alone. dan threw an entire salad out (aka his agenda to force phil to eat pizza and not get healthy even though phil has signed up for the gym and gone jogging i hate him). new gaming video: HORSE BOYFRIEND SIMULATOR?! - Dan and Phil play: My Horse Prince. phil is a bad lurker irl #confirmed as he tried to watch a couple argue but it didn’t work out that well. dan said chicken instead of ordering coffee at starbucks and now he can’t go to that one anymore. also on the same day someone spotted dan and phil out on a bus wow. dan and phil were watching a property show (moving? stay woke) and saw their merch. dan liveshow! (highlights: pastel beanie: on, curly hair: worn, dick: out, i am forcibly removed from the liveshow, he said chicken because of the cow and chicken theme song stuck in his head what a weirdo, he has a cheeky idea for a video thats important but not really and he doesnt know if hes ready :), he has realized he could murder someone because he just spaces out aka the salad event, they forgot to paint their nails and put in earrings for the pastel edits video wow thats great, asmr, he loves moonlight thank god, he and phil play sing star and are only good at toxic and muse, his reblogs on tumblr don’t mean anything, he had a very long shower). phil keeps buying weird things for their home. phil liveshow! (highlights: storm doris, had a haircut in his house again and it goes without saying dan got one too, liveshow haul, he froze younow is philphobic, seven exo planets and countless universes! phil is so smart, final fantasy is too long for dapg, excited for the oscars, and then that’s it because phil likes to keep his liveshows short). 

week four (24-28): oops i counted the days wrong this week is too short, dan is a sad pimp, new gaming video: BATTLE OF THE BALLS - Dan vs. Phil: Golf With Friends. phil had a cozy day and ate cookies. dan believes moonlight should win for best film as it is the most important (thenks dan howell for my life). phil tries to stay up for the oscars but fails and dan lets us all know. “at least i didn’t fuck up as hard as the 2017 oscars envelope guy”, new gaming video: DIL BURNS THE PANCAKES - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #36, dan didn’t have a liveshow because younow was broken

a nice month. what in februation

A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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Birthday Boy - Draco x Reader


Hey guys! In celebration of our favorite boy’s birthday on the 5th, I decided to write a birthday imagine!! It’s a bit long, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what ya think! Thank you!!!!

Warnings - None that I am aware of!!! 



“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!” Y/N yelled as she jumped on to Draco’s bed.

 He groaned and rolled over on to his stomach. Pulling the blankets off of him, she straddled his back. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss behind his ear. He let out a soft sigh in response. Taking it as a sign to continue, she pressed another one at the back of his hairline and continued down the back of his neck.



“Draco, get up. We have a busy day and I’m trying to make this your best birthday ever - which I know seems impossible since last year’s was pretty great, but this one will be the best one yet, I promise.” Y/N whispered as she pressed her hands into his back.

With Y/N moving her hands - and mouth - up and down his shoulders and back, this was was the most relaxed Draco had been in days. Between maintaining his “bad boy” image and dealing with whatever his father needed him to do, Draco had slipped into a minor depression - not that he’d tell anyone. But the only thing that ever came close to making him relax and see the good in the world was her. 



“I don’t want to.” Draco mumbled and closed his eyes tighter.


“I know that, Draco. But I have a whole day planned so get up and get dressed.” She placed another kiss behind his ear and the dormitory door swung open. Y/N jumped and Draco swung his head towards the door.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” Pansy shouted, dragging a tired looking Blaise behind her.

Draco groaned and his head found its way under his pillow.

“I thought I told you guys to wait downstairs.” Y/N rolled her eyes and swung herself off of Draco.

Pansy crossed her arms and cocked a hip.

“You were taking too long. I’m ready to get this day started!”

“Okay, okay! Draco, please get up and get dressed. Wear something casual, alright? We’ll be downstairs.” Y/N said and ushered Blaise and Pansy out of the room.


They only had to wait thirty minutes for Draco to finally drag himself down the long steps and into the Slytherin common room. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark black pants and although Y/N had known Draco for years, she still got butterflies when she saw him. He slung on arm around her, pulling her close, and planted a kiss on her temple. She smiled.

“Where to first then?” Draco asked.

The hike to Hogsmeade wasn’t as bad in June as it was in December - mainly because it wasn’t snowing. It didn’t take the four of them long to reach their first stop in the town. Y/N led the way with Draco holding her hand and following closely behind her. She stopped at the little station in front of the building.

“Hi, I have a reservation for four under the name Malfoy at ten?” she informed the girl behind the station. The girl smiled at the four of them and her eyes lingered a little too long on a certain platinum haired boy.


“Of course, follow me!” she exclaimed and led the four of them to their table.



 “Malfoy, huh?” Draco smirked down at his girlfriend and gently elbowed her in the ribs.


“For you. It was the only way they’d let me make a reservation.” she whispered back.


“How’d you do it? Did you take a polyjuice potion? Or did you just tell them you’re my mom? Did you take my last name as your own? Tell them we’re married? What’d you do?”


“I’m not admitting what I did or didn’t do to you, Draco. Assume what you will, but if I told you, I’m afraid I’d have to kill you.”

Draco chuckled and pulled out the chair for Y/N as they reached their table. Blaise did the same for Pansy and the boys sat down across from each other.

“Is this breakfast all you have planned today, Y/N?” Draco inquired while he stretched an arm around the back of her chair. Y/N shook her head left to right as she looked over the menu that had appeared in front of each of them.

“This is all she has planned with us, anyway.” Pansy muttered. Draco shot Y/N a questioning look then turned to Pansy.

“What do you mean by that, Pansy?” he asked.


“I mean that after this, you guys are going to explore Hogsmeade some more while Blaise and I go back to Hogwarts.”

The four teenagers enjoyed their breakfast. They sat and talked about big upcoming exams and how none of them really felt prepared for them - but did they ever? The four talked of their summer plans and how now that Voldemort was officially back, were they all coming back next year? Or were they staying home to help out their families? None of them knew for sure exactly what would happen. After an hour or so of dreary conversation, Y/N made them change the topic. This was a birthday breakfast after all.

The group finished their meals and went their separate ways. Draco held Y/N’s hand tightly as they went in and out of shops. She insisted on buying him something, but there was no way he was letting her do that.

Draco Malfoy was not very fond of his birthday. The only reason Y/N knew about it was because they had celebrated it a couple times when they were kids. Y/N took it upon herself to continue to make his birthdays a big deal once they got to Hogwarts. He wasn’t sure why she was so insistent on the topic. He didn’t understand. He was just a year older - no big deal.

Y/N led Draco to a small and quiet cafe. She knew he hated his birthday, but that’s the exact reason she made it such a big deal. To her, Draco had made it another year alive and for that, she was eternally grateful. She didn’t understand why he liked to sweep it under the rug. He hated presents and he hated surprises. She did both for him. She pulled out the box she had been hiding in her sweater pocket.

“I got this for you. Don’t say anything Draco, please. I wanted to do this for you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you. I know you hate presents, but I just had to.” she explained and set the small box down on the table. Draco eyed her then slid it to him.

Inside the box was a plain black ring. From far away, it looked extremely simple. Up close, though, it was carved with extremely intricate designs. There were swirls and snakes and when the light hit it just right, you could see the fangs on the snakes’ teeth. Picking it out of the box, the sun caught on some silver writing on the inside of it. He noticed his initials carved next to Y/N’s. His eyes filled with tears, but he held them back. This gift was automatically better than everything that Draco had ever been given.

“Is it okay? Do you like it? I know it’s not much, and you might think it’s stupid, but my family knows a guy who makes jewelry and such, and I asked him to make it for you. There’s a protection spell on it, so whenever you’re in danger, it sends a signal to a necklace I have back in my room and I’ll know you’re in trouble. It also protects you from any harm or at least-“

Y/N’s rambling was cut short by Draco’s lips on hers. His hands slid to her cheeks. He tried to convey how extremely grateful he was to have her in his life through that kiss. She pulled back a little and smiled.

“So you like it then? I know it’s kind of girly but-”


 “Of course I do, babe. Don’t worry. This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten and I’m so glad you care enough about me to at least try and make my birthday a special day. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Draco whispered.

“I love you too.” she kissed him briefly again. “It’s time for your next activity, are you ready to come on an adventure with me?”

“Every day is an adventure with you. Let’s go.”

Y/N led Draco back to Hogwarts. They held hands and Draco glared at everyone that looked at the pair. Y/N made it seem like she was oblivious to this fact, but she secretly liked that Draco got so easily agitated. It made people leave them alone. It also helped that he was a Malfoy and people feared the Malfoys.

As they climbed staircase after staircase, Draco’s curiosity got the best of him. They’d passed the Room of Requirement and they had definitely passed the Slytherin common room.

At the sixth floor, Y/N made a right and continued down a long, dark hallway. About halfway down the hall, she stopped and entered a classroom. It looked like it hadn’t been used in years. There was dust everywhere and a strange machine sat in the middle of the room. Y/N let go of Draco’s hand and he stayed where he was.

Y/N pressed the ‘on’ button of the projector and it roared to life. The lightbulb flickered once before gaining its strength to steady out. She pointed it at a wall while the opening credits of a movie played.

“What is that?” Draco asked skeptically.


“It shows movies or uh - moving pictures with sound, I guess. A couple of muggles showed it to me two years ago. I wanted to show you my favorite one.” she answered quietly, trying to gauge her boyfriend’s reaction.

“That’s a muggle device then?”

“Yes.”

Draco crossed the room until he was standing in front of his girlfriend.

“Oh, Y/F/N Y/L/N, if my father only knew how much of a bad girl you really are.” he smirked and pulled out his wand.

With a flick and a swish, there was a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. Snacks were piled by a corner of the blankets. The room looked sparkling clean. Y/N smiled and dropped onto the pile of blankets. Draco sat next to her and pulled her close. He wasn’t normally so easily convinced to do anything muggle related, but if Y/N liked it then it couldn’t be too bad.

Five hours and two movies later, Draco was whining as Y/N pulled him from the room. He pulled on her hand and tried to make her go back into that quiet and relaxing room with him, but she wouldn’t budge. She just kept leading him back down several flights of stairs. They reached the Slytherin common room and stopped right outside the door.

“Don’t get mad at me.” Y/N breathed. Draco rose an eyebrow and muttered the new password.

“SURPRISE!” a big group of people shouted.

Draco stopped just inside the door with Y/N following closely behind him. He hadn’t expected anything like this - not that he minded though. Draco Malfoy was always up for a good party. He smiled and waved as everyone went back to whatever it was they had been doing before the couple had entered the room. He turned around to his girlfriend.

“Why on earth would I be mad at you?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N leaned back a little and looked up into Draco’s blue eyes.

“I know you don’t like doing big things for your birthday, but I just had to, babe. I wanted you to be able to celebrate with all of your friends - not just me.” she explained.

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Happy birthday, dude! Why didn’t you tell us?” Theodore Nott interrupted as he strode up to the couple. Draco disentangled from Y/N. He settled for his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t know, Theo. I just don’t think it’s a big deal.” Draco explained. Theo rolled his eyes and made his way to one of the drink tables.

Draco and Y/N pushed and shoved through the crowd and to the couches. They hadn’t had a decent conversation since they’d stepped in the place. Everyone wanted to wish Draco Malfoy a happy birthday. The couch was their usual hangout at parties in the Common Room and sure enough their were two seats left open.

After several hours of drinking and party games, everyone decided to head up to bed. In doing so, they also left the place a complete mess. Draco and Y/N had barely moved from their spot on the couch. The lights had gone out and they were sitting in front of the fire place enjoying the now quiet atmosphere. Her head was in his lap and he was playing with her hair.

“So tell me Draco Malfoy, did you enjoy you birthday party?” Y/N murmured.


 “If only because I got to spend it with you, love.” he whispered back.

“Please stop being cheesy for one second and be honest. Was your birthday everything and more?”

“Of course it was. Thank you for the best birthday ever,” he paused to lean down and kiss her cheek. “and for being the best girlfriend ever. I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too, Draco Malfoy.”

They left the cleaning to the house elves and the two fell into a peaceful sleep on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room.

Happy Birthdays

Characters: Y/N Ackles, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Conan O’Brien

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really - just J2 being J2.   

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: So not a planned fic but after I saw the Conan interview this idea have been haunting me.

I stole bits of the interview that would fit my story, but disregarded some of it cause in this story Jensen isn’t have has never been married to Danneel, therefore no JJ. No hate what so ever against Jensen or his beautiful family. This is only fiction and let’s just assume the amazing Danneel Harris is happy with someone else.

Thanks to @torn-and-frayed for being awesome and betaing this for me last minute.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You couldn’t have been more excited for your husband. He had literally been buzzing for days previous to this interview. It had been a long time since he had been on a show like this and Conan was one of his all time favorites. You couldn’t have been more proud of him as you sat in the front row with Gen waiting for your husbands to take the stage.

You smiled, applauding the boys along with Gen and the rest of the audience when they took the stage. Jensen looked so confident and relaxed, which made you even prouder. Jensen hadn’t always been this relaxed in front of a big audience. When you had first met, this would have terrified him and you would probably have been backstage trying to calm him and take his mind off what was about to happen rather than sitting, smiling and waving at him in your chair next to your best friend. Jensen had grown immensely and you had been at his side every step of the way. First as his friend, then girlfriend and for the past few years, his wife. You loved him more than you had ever thought possible to love another human being and he made you proud every day.

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Anonymous asked: #43 “I feel like I can’t breathe.” WITH LAAAANGST maybe he gets a pierced lung or something, or it’s a lung condition or just a panic attack idk it’s your call lmao

[A/N: you ask and you shall receive. I’ve always wanted to write our my hc with Lancey Lance, have fun learning of it!

TW: panic attack/dysphoria]

Lance had picked up a trait from Keith - training at ungodly hours of the night, usually when everyone else was asleep. It helped clear his mind, and helped him relax after a stressful day of fighting the Galra. Lately his anxiety had been getting worse, so he had been training even more than usual. This was both a good and bad thing. It was good because he was getting better at sharpshooting; bad thing because he was getting less sleep, so his progress didn’t matter because he couldn’t put it into practice.

Lance hated when he got in this mindset. He would get wrapped up in memories of Earth, memories of who he used to be, of who he was becoming. He shook off the thoughts - he didn’t want to think about that, he needed to concentrate on trying to sleep.

Of course, ten minutes later Lance was walking towards the training deck, bayard in hand. “Why can’t I just sleep like normal people?” He whispered to himself, feeling sluggish as he dragged his body across the ship. He walked into the training deck, “Begin Level One.”

As Lance began to train, he let his mind wander across the various things that were keeping him up once again. First he thought of home - of the family that was no doubt mourning his disappearance. He hoped that his family found the other families that were also missing children - like Pidge’s mom, and Hunk’s family. His mind eventually moved on from that topic as he was defeating the fourth level. From the topic of family brought up the topic of himself - how shocking. Unlike his boisterous remarks when the others were around, his thoughts began spiralling about who he was. Not relative to the team - he was their sharpshooter and occasionally their eye in the sky. Relative to his gender.

Lance was born female, his name was Lucy. When he was thirteen he realized that he wasn’t meant to be a girl - that inside he was male. His father didn’t approve, but his mother did and worked to help him get testosterone and a binder and some packing. He had experienced dysphoria before; his father refused to use his prefered name and pronouns, instead calling him his dead name and female pronouns. It just hurt at first, but then it got worse and worse until he would have full-blown panic attacks when his father used the wrong pronouns and names. It wasn’t until one such panic attack had lead to their entire family going to the hospital that his father began to use his prefered pronouns - occasionally he would slip up, but he really tried to make Lance happier.

It was fine for awhile - then Lance went to Galaxy Garrison and he had to fill out the applications. He understood that they would call him by his name and by his proper pronouns, but every time he had to mark ‘female’ in the sex category his heart would thump a bit harder - his breathing would come a bit faster. Dysphoria would settle deep into his bones, and he couldn’t dig himself out of the pit until he was surrounded by his very supportive friends.

It was like thinking about it called it to him, because as soon as Lance began thinking about the dysphoria he remembered that he never got to have the bottom surgery - his top surgery was done, he had gotten that a month before leaving for Galaxy Garrison. His bottom surgery had been arranged for his 18th birthday - which, judging by Pidge’s makeshift calendar, had already passed. Yesterday, actually. They had celebrated his birthday by eating cake and having a team bonding day where they all sat around the TV Pidge and Hunk had built and watch some movies that Pidge had downloaded on her laptop. But his birthday brought forward memories and promises that he never got to keep, such as getting his bottom surgery done, and going home to meet his sister’s newborn - born two days before his birthday.

Like so many times before, Lance’s thoughts drifted towards the fact that he didn’t really have a dick - that he wasn’t a real boy. “Stop Level Twelve,” he gasped out, falling to his knees. Sweat ran down the back of his neck - and everywhere else it seemed. He needed to get to his room - now. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to hold back the dangerous thoughts that were no doubt about to surface. He barely made it out of the door before he collapsed back onto his knees with tears falling down his face. His heart hurt, and he could feel every thought that he fought to have hidden deep inside of him push through his mental blocks, making themselves present. As the thoughts continued to come, his breathing quickened. What if he never got to go home? What if he never got to say that he was a real boy now that he had a dick? Would his space family accept him? What if they didn’t?

Faintly, Lance heard footsteps approaching him. They stopped, “Lance?!” Keith asked, face full of shock. Lance didn’t hear, too wrapped up in his mind. He was only faintly aware that someone had said his name and that their footsteps had sped up. Keith dropped to the ground next to Lance, “Lance? Lance! What’s wrong?” Keith shook Lance’s shoulder, jolting the Cuban out of his thoughts.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Lance cried out, only then noticing that he he had tears steadily streaming down his face. “I’m not a real boy, I don’t even have a dick, I’m just a wannabe,” Lance continued to babble incoherently. Keith tried to listen, but by the time he had gotten close enough to hear him, he was mumbling nonsense to himself.

“Lance? Lance, I can’t hear you.” Keith said, moving so he was sitting down next to the Cuban. “Lance, I can’t hear you! What’s wrong?” He asked again when Lance only continued to mumble incoherently to himself.

Lance turned his gaze to Keith, his eyes wide with panic. Tears fell down his face, leaving shiny trails behind as they fell continuously. “I can’t call myself a boy when I don’t even have a dick, Keith! Who am I trying to kid? I’m a girl,” he spat the last word with venom, hatred filling his entire body at the thought. He wasn’t a girl, but what else was he supposed to be if he didn’t have the parts to call himself a man? Dysphoria found its’ way to his stomach and suddenly he felt like he was going to throw up. He gagged, but managed to keep himself from doing it.

Keith stared at his friend in confusion, “What are you talking about?” He asked, catching Lance’s attention by bringing his hands up to move his head towards Keith and keep it there. “You’re a man, Lance. I don’t care what you were born with, you are a man. There is no doubt in my mind that you are a boy. It doesn’t matter what genitalia you have, as long as it’s how you feel,” he told the blue paladin, smiling at him.

Lance’s heart thudded hard in his chest. Was he right? Of course he was, Lance told himself. He sniffled, “But I don’t have a dick,” he whispered, his throat raw from crying.

“That’s fine. Maybe we can see if the Alteans had a way of changing one’s gender to their prefered gender,” Keith offered, smiling at him.

Lance stared at him for a long time, unable to process the fact that Keith - the boy he had a self-proclaimed rivalry with - helped him. With just a sentence. “You’d do that with me?” He asked, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“Of course,” Keith said, frowning at him. “Just because you and I bicker doesn’t mean you aren’t my friend.”

Lance lunged forward and hugged Keith, “Thank you,” he mumbled into his shoulder. “Now let’s get to sleep, you don’t need to be training at this time of night.”

“What?! You were!”

“Doesn’t count.”

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Therapist!Negan x Reader 

A/N: Ugh I’m a shitty person, I am so sorry this is late! Something unexpected came up today which delayed my editing >.< Thank you to the beautiful @noodlecupcakes for tagging me in your awesome challenge! Your prompts were freaking awesome xx I hope you guys enjoy this  ¯\(°_o)/¯ Shoutout to @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 for helping me out during my rut & listening to me vent out my struggles <333 love you! xx 

Tags: SMUT – TW: attempted sexual assault, and suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship ~ 

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Tick, tock, tick, tock… 

You glanced over towards the large window, watching the sun set in the distance. Stepping away from the shelf, you effortlessly glided over and placed both your hands against the cold glass, soaking in the aerial view of the city below. The sky had painted your pinstriped skater dress orange, while it’s rays bounced off the delicate golden chain around your neck. 

You focused in on the coordinated movements of speedy cars driving between the intersections of the busy streets. Your lips curved into a half smile; from up here the view was beautiful but drop yourself down and you knew you would be stuck in the maddening chaos of rush hour. 

After six months of spending your evenings in this meticulously neat office, you wouldn’t have expected yourself to admit that you found this space cathartic. When you were here, you weren’t suffering from the misery of your loneliness because at least there was someone else around with you. 

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Seven Minutes (Bakugou)

Silly little thing I wrote for my friend @ayyzor ‘s birthday!!! Ily and I hope you enjoy this <3 

P.S. I head canon that Bakugou is a complete lovesick dork when he has a crush. Don’t even fight me on this one. 

~ B 



Bakugou was not one for parties, and the fact that he was currently cooped up in the corner in the midst of one baffled everyone, even himself. He hated himself for coming, but he knew deep down he would’ve hated himself more if he didn’t. In the middle of the room stood __, holding a wild conversation with Kirishima about something that was most likely not. He showed up to this party for her, just to see her smile. Her smile was what was keeping him going tonight, and the realization of that disgusted him. He was absolutely smitten, and utterly in denial. 


Bakugou wondered how long this conversation was going to hold up for. It wasn’t as if he had been talking to her in the first place. He just hated the way Kirishima was. He could feel Midoriya looking at him from the opposite side of the room, probably pondering as to why he even showed up if he was just going to sit in the corner, scowl, and play with the small flames on his fingertips. He figured if he wanted her attention, he could just plop himself in the middle of the conversation any time he wanted to. Although, Kirishima could read him like an open book, and no matter how in denial Bakugou was of his evident liking to __, Kirishima knew otherwise. He would be outed, so it was safer in the corner. Although, despite his attempts at staying passive, Kirishima shot him glances every so often, smirked, then turned right back to __. It made Bakugou itch.

After a while their boisterous conversation conjured into bubbly whispering; Kirishima leaning in and saying things that made the lingering smile on her face linger longer. He knew that Kirishima wouldn’t flirt with her, he wasn’t being very coquettish in the first place, and hitting on a girl his friend fancied would go against his so called “bro-code.” All arrows lead to them gossiping about him, and that was the little motivation he needed to explode. He pushed himself up off the wall and brushed off his jeans, grabbing the attention of Ashido and Kaminari. Kirishima saw him coming, there’s no way he could not have, he had been staring at him almost the entire time he was at the party. Bakugou caught Kirishima’s eye, and the latter all but smirked.
“Bakugou! Issa ‘bout time!” The latter shuffled towards him, gleefully and almost fictitiously slapping him on the back.

“Whatever.” Bakugou muttered in reply. He pondered asking what all the staring was about, but he figured Kirishima was ready with an answer. A few feet away __ stood awkwardly fiddling with her red solo cup, eying its contents as if it were the most interesting thing occurring at a party. Although the whole celebration was devised for her sake, she still looked as if she was a fish out of water. Bakugou thought about ditching Kirishima over here, who would not stop slapping his back and asking about how fun his corner had been. He could go ask __ what was in her cup, wish her a happy birthday without being aggressive, he could compliment her, even. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. Although, she must’ve been thinking the same thing, because suddenly she crushed the cup in her hand and looked up towards him. She winked, then waved him over. He felt his heart skip a beat and he scowled, but willingly stumbled over anyways. Kirishima had started to follow him, much to his demise, and Ashido was making her way up behind __. He knew all the odds of this situation were going to be against his favor.

When Ashido slinked her arms around __’s shoulders, she made an evident noise of displeasure. She looked up at him quick, her brows furrowed in disappointment, and was suddenly tugged away by Ashido. Bakugou huffed, oblivious to the way Ashido and Kirishima were mouthing things to each other across the room.

Minutes later, the bass from the speakers that made plastic cups rumble came to a sudden halt, knocking a few off of tables and making people whine in protest. Kaminari hopped up onto the stage, taking two steps at a time, and snatched the mic from the DJ’s hands, almost dropping it to the floor in the process. Baugou knew whatever the purpose of this was, it was not smart, especially if Kaminari was involved.

“Who wants to play a game!” He shouted suddenly, the feedback through the speakers almost making it impossible to hear what he said in the first place. A few people groaned, like Iida and Tokoyami, who immediately turned away from the DJ table without hearing the end of it. Bakugou would have, too, if he knew __ wasn’t involved. He knew she was, though. She had to be, since all his friends had been chatting her up all night.

“We’re gonna be playing seven minutes in heaven in the den in, like, ten minutes! Come if you’re not a pussy!” With that, Kaminari hopped off the stage, dropped the mic and himself on the floor which caused a loud, static noise of pressure and Kaminari’s faint “I’m okay!”

Bakugou was not going to play a game meant for twelve year olds. He would die before he gave into a cliche party game like this. Although, Kirishima had found him in the crowd somehow,  devious smile on his face. He knew he was in for a long night, now.

“You gonna play?” Kirishima asked, only for Bakugou to scowl in reply.

“The fuck am I, twelve?”

“Just because you play doesn’t mean you have to kiss anyone! You could be shoved in there with Sero or something and just dick around for seven minutes.” Kirishima shrugged. “I dunno. I’m playing. I think you should. It’s not like anyone wants to kiss you anyways.”

“Excuse me?” Bakugou huffed, which made Kirishima smirk again. “I know what you’re trying to do, Shark Week. It’s not working.”

Fi-ine. Whatever. Still think you should play, though. __ is.”

“Who cares if __’s playing?”

“What if she picks you?”

Bakugou knew for a fact that his face was flushed up, he didn’t need to see himself to prove it. He merely frowned and shook his head. If this conversation lasted any longer, Bakugou swore he would kill himself.

“If you really want me to play that bad, fine, I will. It’s only ‘cause I don’t care enough to fight you right now. I’m saving my energy for better things.”

“Yeah. Like kissing __.”

Die.”


Bakugou only started regretting joining the game when Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari were all forcing his back inside the closet. He thought maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be cursed more than he already was when he sat down into that cussed circle. If he wasn’t paired up with __, he might just be paired up with one of his friends, maybe even someone he tolerated; Tokoyami, Koda and Shouji were forced to play, somehow, and being thrown in there with one of them meant seven minutes of silence and small talk, something he could bare. What he was not prepared for was being thrown in with Midoriya, who was sitting in the closet and laughing. Eventually, Kirishima had booted him inside, slamming the door and locking it without a word.

“I know you hate this, but please don’t kill me.” Midoriya chuckled, placing his hands out infront of him.

“Not planning on it. Leave me alone.”

Nobody spoke another word for about five minutes, Bakugou keeping the dimly lit room brighter with the spark on his palm.

“Hey, Katsuki.”

“What?”

“You like __, don’t you?”

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” He barked, and the spark in his hand grew to be a flame, which he put out in an instant after he realized what he had done.

“I know but…” Midoriya paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next. “I think you should tell her how you feel.”

“Since when were you a shrink, Deku?” He hissed, but not as violently as he would on most days. Midoriya shrugged.

“Just a suggestion.”

As if the Gods had been watching over him, Kirishima opened the door, bracing himself as if he had expected the closet to be in ruins. Bakugou merely peered up at him from his ball on the floor, as did Midoriya, until Bakugou stood up and stretched his back.

“That was fucking terrible…” He muttered under his breath, shuffling over to his spot in the circle and taking an overly melodramatic plop back down on the dirty carpeted floor. The basket with everyone’s items was continuously passed around the circle, Mineta being placed with Momo, who inevitably quit before Mineta could even get word in. Tokoyami got thrown in somehow, complaining how he ‘couldn’t even kiss in the first place, so the whole ordeal was pointless.’ It had taken an hour before the circle had come around to him again, and he was almost petrified to stick his hand in. He did, nonetheless, his stomach in knots because he knew this was the last time he would go, and another awkward situation with Midoriya was not something he needed right now. He fumbled around for a moment, Kirishima nudging him in the knee and begging him to “please, pick one already, dude.” His hand came across something solid, cold, and without thinking further, he tugged it out of the bag. It was a geode. Bakugou was a bit shocked, especially since everyone else’s items seemed to be hair clips or cell phone charms.

“Who the hell carries fancy ass rocks in their pockets to parties?” He inquired, eyebrows furrowed as he ran his thumb across the jagged purple edges. He figured it was pretty, though. If the person he got paired with was nice enough, he figured he might ask to keep it.

“Aye, that would be me!”

Bakugou looked up from the geode to see __ rising to her feet, stumbling a bit awkwardly and trying to hide her embarrassment. “They’re called geodes, by the way, not fancy ass rocks.”

“Oh.” That was all Bakugou was able to say before pocketing the thing and rising to his feet as well. All his friends were staring at him maliciously and in that moment, Bakugou knew this had all been one horrific set up.

You suck.” He had managed to mouth to Kirishima before scooting into the closet, ignoring the way Ashido and Sero were making kissy faces behind him. __ was next to come in, pressing her back up against the wall and nodding towards Kirishima. He smirked at the both of them, made a kissy face himself, then slammed the door.

The two stood there in silence, Bakugou afraid to even set off a light again. __ shuffled every so often, and when her legs brushed up against his, she’d peep a quiet, “sorry!” before pressing herself against the wall again.

“I like your rock.” Bakugou said, suddenly through the silence. Internally, he cursed himself for how stupid he must’ve sounded. He was locked in a closet with who had to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life, and all he could do was compliment her stupid rock?

“Thanks! I have a ton. You can keep it, if you want.”

“Oh, thanks. And uh, happy birthday.” He muttered, patting his pocket to make sure it was still in there.

“No prob, and thank you!”

A silence fell across them again, and Bakugou could feel the minutes ticking by. There was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss her, but he feared that was something he could not do.

“Hey, __”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

__ fell silent. Bakugou sighed, knowing he had screwed up. He was in too deep to realize his feelings could never be mutual. He was embarrassed and enraged all at once, and he was praying Kirishima would just open the damn door already.

“Sorry. That was fucking stupid of me. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I never said I didn’t wanna kiss you, Katsuki” She muttered, grabbing his hand out of his pocket. “I’m down if you’re down.”

Bakugou didn’t miss the way she stumbled over her words, or the way her hand shook around his. All he could do was smile. He let his hand fall from hers and let a spark arise, the shadow flickering across her face and revealing a startled blush.

“Cute…” He muttered, before taking her cheek in his other hand and tentatively pressing his lips against hers. She was frozen, so he backed off for a moment, watching to see of she was okay, before dipping back in. She kissed back this time, awkward at first to see where her hands would go, before warming up to it all. It wasn’t a long kiss, definitely not a perfect one, but Bakugou couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m surprised you’re not a rougher kisser.” She had muttered, suddenly, her hands still around Bakugou waist as he pressed soft kisses to her neck.

S’ cause I fucking like you.” He muttered, shamelessly, too caught up in the moment to think about his words.

“I…” She paused for a moment, waiting for Bakugou to stop kissing that certain place on her neck until she tugged him back by his collar. He looked at her, confused. He figured maybe she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, but that thought had been thrown out the window the moment she kissed him back.

“I like you too. Like, a lot.” She nodded, only for Bakugou to furrow his eyebrows.

“Why’d you pull me away, then?”

“Cause I wanted to say that to your face.”

“That’s sappy as hell, __.”

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, dude. It doesn’t get sappier than that.”

There was a sudden knock on the door before it swung open, Kirishima peeking inside to see the two of them pressed up against their separate walls once more, although both red in the face.

“I see you two had fun.”

“Shut it.” Bakugou had shot __ one last look before pushing passed the door, and breaking away from the circle. __ had done the same, following right behind him. It made him a bit happy that she had chosen to do so.

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“I dunno if it was made clear already or anything, but uh, do you wanna go out with me?”

“Do I wanna go out with you?” Bakugou shook his head, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her down a vacant hall. He smiled, and without even thinking, kissed her cheek. “More than anything.”

“Good. ‘Cause soft Katsuki is the best Katsuki, in my opinion. I can get used to this.”

“Oh, shut it.”

“Make me.”

With that, Bakugou looked around him, making sure everyone was still occupied in their stupid little party game, and kissed her again. He figured that maybe, just maybe, parties weren’t so bad, after all.

Can’t Believe You Don’t Know

Pairing: Zevran x Female Amell
Rating: NSFW
Summary: Solona believes she’s unattractive. Zevran vehemently disagrees. And what’s more, he knows exactly how to prove it. (Did I finally finish my ancient Kink Meme WIP? Why yes, yes I did.)



“Ah, there you are, my dear. I was beginning to think you were hiding from me.”

“Not at all,” Solona lied, unable to contain a disappointed sigh as she closed her book and lifted her gaze to the assassin sauntering toward her, already mourning the pleasant evening that could have been.

They’d been staying at Castle Redcliffe while the Arl made his preparations for the trip to Denerim, and though her companions were getting more restless by the day, Solona was rather enjoying it. It wasn’t that she hated camping—well, no, she did hate it, actually, which was why it was so nice to finally be indoors again, where it was warm and dry and blessedly free of insects, with real food, a proper bed, and plenty of light to read by.

And yes, more places to hide from Zevran.

It wasn’t that she hated him, either. Indeed, she rather liked him when he was slicing up darkspawn, engaged in meaningful conversation, or joking with the rest of the party. She imagined they could have been very good friends if he took slightly less amusement in playing at seducing her.

Or if she didn’t wish so desperately that he weren’t playing.

For a few precious hours she’d dared to believe he was serious. No one had ever flirted with her before, and he was so handsome, and yes, he’d tried to kill her, but she’d been more than willing to forgive that particular offense if it meant she would no longer have to resign herself to the overwhelming likelihood of dying a virgin (she knew how pathetic that sounded, but there was a bloody Blight going on, and beggars couldn’t afford to be choosers). But then he’d started flirting with everyone else, and Solona had understood.

He wasn’t interested in her. He just liked flirting.

She couldn’t believe she’d ever been foolish enough to believe otherwise. She knew what she looked like. She was chubby, no taller than an elf, could not so much as look at a sunny day without sprouting a dozen new freckles, and had an unruly mane of not-quite-brown, not-quite-blond hair that stuck out at odd angles even when she wound it tightly into a bun. She’d been a laughably easy target back at Kinloch Hold, and that was even before her twenty-first birthday had come and gone, granting her the dubious honor of being the oldest virgin in the Circle and earning her the horrid nickname ‘Saint Solona’ as though her continued chastity were born of some prudishness of her own rather than everyone else’s refusal to have sex with her.

No one had ever fancied her. It was absurd to think anyone ever could.

Well, no—that wasn’t entirely true. Cullen had fancied her. But he hadn’t bothered to tell her so until it was far too late for them to do anything about it, and after what had happened during Uldred’s rebellion…

No. It didn’t bear thinking on. It was done now, and there was no use in regretting the things she couldn’t change. Like the inevitability of dying alone and untouched, the crueler part of her mind supplied helpfully.

She scowled, suddenly in even less of a mood for Zevran’s nonsense.

In the grand scheme of things, his teasing was probably was a stupid thing to be bothered by. However much it felt like he was deliberately taunting her, she knew he was just having a laugh and that it was ultimately nothing personal. And yet, despite constantly reminding herself of precisely that, the playful mockery never failed get a rise out of her, which only encouraged him to do it more frequently.

Much more frequently. While originally he’d flirted indiscriminately with the entire party, he’d been focusing solely on her for months now, to the point where it seemed that half of their interactions ended with her stomping off in frustration. It wasn’t a tendency she was proud of, and lately she’d begun to resort to simply avoiding him.

Or not so simply. Avoiding someone was actually stunningly difficult when you shared a camp.

Apparently, Zevran was keen to make it just as difficult in Redcliffe.

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Driven Motive: Part 1

Author: @lovefilledtragedy

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader/OFC

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cussing (there will always be cussing, oops), a fight, mentions of anxiety, depression, anger, alcohol use, medications, and death

Summary: Y/N has had a lot happen in her life, and after gaining the attention of Irene Kennedy, she is soon about to meet someone who is more similar to her than anyone else.

Author’s Notes: Hello there everyone, I have decided to get back into writing after a few years, so this is the first part of the story I have been thinking of completing for months now ever since I saw the American Assassin trailer, and now that I’ve since the movie, this is what I decided to do. I want to thank @were-cheetah-stiles, @mf-despair-queen, @sorrynotsorrylovesome, @ninja-stiles, and @maddie110201 for helping me edit all of this and to see how everything sounded together; hope you all enjoy! By the way, this is more of an introduction into Y/N and what she is all about, but don’t worry, Mitch will be in the next part if this all goes well. So in the meantime, here is this to satisfy all of our needs:

Part 1 –> Part 2

(credit to whoever made this gif, I couldn’t find the source)

Life’s a bitch. It comes with the good, the bad, and all the little cracks that fall in between, and there is shit that can blur and fade away all of those moments, making it difficult to determine where these moments lie in our perceptions and emotions. For Y/N, she was hidden in the darkness of her own depressing thoughts and the anger that she had built up consumed her entirely; it had become cruel and unforgiving to her.

Y/N was happy and full of light for most of her young 24 year old life, but the last time she truly was happy, she couldn’t truly remember; she had slowly become bitter, cold, and lost in her newly placed outlook on life. Panic attacks, raging outbursts, and heavy tears clouded her judgement on her once bright life, and it was all because of the day she lost her best friend, her boyfriend, Andrew.

Andrew had gone off on a trip with his friends to celebrate his best friend, Jonathan’s, birthday in Spain, and due to her work schedule, she couldn’t go along with him. Only a few days into his trip, his life was cut short after a terrorist group attacked the beach resort they were located. Y/N wasn’t even able to say goodbye to him, she wished that she had. The thought of that day and his death raged in her mind day in and day out.

Ways to end the pain only filled her with more hatred. The alcohol she poured into her glass every night only made her ill, which put her in the hospital on a few separate occasions, and the medications she was prescribed for her overwhelming anxiety did nothing but make her more mentally and physically exhausted than she already was. She, for the first time in her life, felt afraid, helpless. She didn’t know what else to do at that moment or how else to feel, so she let her emotions get the best of her. Her loving family and friends tried what they could to help her since the attack, but Y/N knew that it wasn’t enough and hated herself for not letting them in more; it has been a year and a half and she still felt numb. She needed something that could eventually end up having the worst possible outcome for her, and that was to seek revenge and vengeance for him and for those who also had their lives taken during the attack.

Y/N began to push herself further. She found herself in countless boxing sessions to strengthen her arms, shooting ranges to enhance her shooting abilities, and intense MMA fighting at her local gym to up her combat skills, earning herself the attention of Irene Kennedy, the director of Counterintelligence for the CIA. Kennedy, who had watched Y/N for months now, knew that Y/N was going to be a tough one to crack, but she had gone through the same thing previously with the last recruit that was brought in only a few short weeks before.

She glanced back at the monitor that showed Y/N getting into an extremely heated altercation with a man at the MMA gym she had trained herself at. Y/N swung her right leg up to kick the man in the face before she knocked him to the ground, pinned him there with her strong legs on both sides of his torso, and began to profusely punched him in the face. Her knuckles became bruised as his jaw, cheeks, and eyes began to swell.

“Another fighter.” Kennedy sighed as she slightly nodded to herself, “This should be interesting.”

She reached over on the desk for her earpieces as she still stared at the monitor in front of her, watched as Y/N had been dragged off of the man she fought, and dialed a familiar number on her phone as she pressed the Bluetooth connection on her earpiece.

“This better be good, Kennedy.” the deep voice on the phone speaker protested.

“Oh, it is. I’ve got another one for you, Hurley.”

Stan Hurley snickered into the phone “Already? You’ve got to be fucking with me Irene, you barely sent this one in and he is already a disrespectful little shit; if you have another one as fucking noncompliant as him, I swear to-”

“Deal with it. We’ve got other shit to worry about. I will call you again once I am ready to send them your way.” Kennedy interrupted, earning an annoyed groan from Hurley who hung up the phone soon after. Kennedy removed her earpiece and called in some of her men to go to Y/N and bring her to her, she needed to see if this girl was as capable as she appeared.


Only a few days later, Y/N was brought in from her home and placed in a cold steel interrogation room awaiting Kennedy’s arrival. Y/N rubbed her still swollen and bruised knuckles as the door on the left hand side of the room finally clicked open after what felt like ages. She stared up at her and clenched her jaw as Kennedy approached her and placed down a file with Y/N’s information out in front of her.

“Y/N Y/L/N, it is nice to finally meet you. I am Irene Kennedy, director of Counterintelligence for the CIA.” Kennedy smiled as she took a seat in front of Y/N. She studied Y/N’s facial features and noticed the hint of confusion appear in Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes as she stared down at the table in front of her. The file that was placed there had a photo of Andrew and her, the last one she took with him alive. Their bright smiles were enhanced by the flash from the camera, her right arm around his shoulders as his left arm was around her waist to pull her in closer to his body, his right held a bottle of Budweiser. She could faintly still remember and hear his laugh as they took the photo. They had been out at a bar and grill with a group of friends before the trip, and it was taken only a week before his death.

“What the fuck is all of this?” Y/N spat as she coldly glared at Kennedy, who leaned forward in her chair in the attempt to challenge Y/N.

“I think you know damn well what this is, Y/N. You know exactly why we have been watching you. We already know a lot about you, including why you are in this position today, and we think you could find this opportunity here with the CIA beneficial to your liking.” Kennedy said calmly. “You want to avenge him, don’t you Y/N?”

Y/N felt herself tense, she took her eyes off of the photo in front of her and stared back at Kennedy, her already bloodshot eyes burned with tears. She licked her lips as she opened her mouth to retort, “Is it that obvious? You think I’ve been doing all of this for nothing? I want them to suffer, I want them all to suffer for what they did to those people there…for what they did to Andrew.” She choked on her words when she said his name, she shook it off as she pushed the photo of him and her at Kennedy. She let her fingers linger over the photo for a few seconds before she brought them through her long Y/H/C hair.

“You’re not the only one that does in this program, Y/N. Unfortunately, the terrorist group that operated the attack responsible for your boyfriend’s death have already been wiped out, but I do know exactly what to do with you.”

Everything that she attempted to train herself for felt pointless in that moment, the group was already taken out, but how did they manage to go after them so suddenly without warning? Y/N had tracked their location and whereabouts for months and had barely found it as it was, who else had found it before her? The color of Y/N’s face drained, anger boiled inside of her as she clutched her teeth and closed her eyes before she opened them again, “Then why the fuck am I here? You’ve apparently already completed my mission before I even had the chance.”

“Because I know you can still be of use for us,” Kennedy stated, reaching for the file placed in front of the two of them and began to flip through her information. “You are very intelligent and have had a good head on your shoulders, Y/N. Have had a good home life, lived with your parents and your twin sister and grew up in Arizona your entire life. Had become a talented volleyball player and dancer, two hobbies you had given up to attend college. Attended community college and then Arizona State University with a GPA of 4.0 consistently, studied Criminal Justice with a minor in Psychology. Says here that you are trilingual, you speak English, Spanish, and Italian fluently; that can be useful for us.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, watching Kennedy flip through more of her file, she breathed heavily every now and again in annoyance, “Are you done? I don’t understand why you have to continue to waste my time. What is the fucking point?”

“The point is that you can be an important asset to us, Y/N. Continuing your relentless behavior over this incident isn’t going to help you heal by any means, it is only going to drive you more over the edge, it will either kill you or send you to prison, maybe even both.” Kennedy spoke harshly. She watched as Y/N stood and began to pace back and forth in the room, “so, I ask you this, Y/N, what is your driven motive? What is it that you want most out of this? All of this training isn’t for nothing, you know and so do I.”

Y/N bit the inner part of lower lip, staring at the floor. She knew fully well that this could be life or death for herself, but if she was able to protect innocent people from getting killed like Andrew, she would take that chance. She sighed and nodded to Kennedy, “I want to avenge Andrew, and I am willing to do whatever it takes.”

“I am pleased to hear that,” Kennedy smiled at Y/N. She stood from her seat and signaled for Y/N to follow her as they exited the interrogation room and walked through the halls towards the elevator. “You will be placed in training with one of our very best, his name is Stan, Stan Hurley. He will be able to teach you all that you will need.” Kennedy spoke, walking ahead of Y/N as she clicked the button for the elevator, “You will also be partnered up with another recruit there often for your training.”

“And who is this other ‘recruit’ you speak of? Another damaged good like myself?” Y/N questioned sarcastically, annoyed by that fact.

Kennedy pursed her lips together as she turned to face Y/N, the elevator door opening behind her, “His name is Mitch, Mitch Rapp. And I think you two will be more similar than I previously thought…”

(decided to tag some other accounts I love that I have recently followed because, well…I love them?: @cathobs, @minhosmeanhoe@dylan-trash-tbh, @lovelydob, @fillthevoid-stilinski, @sassy-stilinski, @rememberstilinski, @mieczzyslaw, @mrs-mitch-rapp93, @skepticalstilinski)

Love you but I’m leaving

Part 1

Michael Gray x reader

Request: A micheal gray x reader where he absolutely adores her (his wife) but polly doesn’t like her and tries to break them up until she realises how happy the reader makes michael?xx

Note: I got so carried away it will be in two parts now!! 

You are woken up by the sun burning through your window creating a frame of light over your fiance. His strong jaw line clenched and unclenched as he dreamed. You traced his chest with your fingers, his soft skin comforting to touch. You watched him as his eyes flickered open adjusting to his settings, smiling when he saw you staring at him.

“What are you looking at?” he smirked, pulling you closer and turning around to face you. You leaned forward pushing your lips against his as he ran his hands down your back and through your hair. You pulled away slightly as your face rested into a more serious expression.

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in celebration of reaching a huge milestone for this blog and museinspo’s first birthday, under the cut you’ll find 229 quotes that can be used for verse and otp tags. they’ve been categorised into different ship types ( eg. general ships, long distance, toxic, fwb, exes, and many more ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were simply listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain ship type in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your ship. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! thank you for supporting this blog so much and i hope you enjoy !

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Only You

Summary:  The reader and Archie don’t know exactly what they have, but they’re too scared to admit they want more. After a secret Archie kept from the reader is exposed during Jughead’s birthday party, it’s now or never. 

Word Count: 4599

Song Pairing: Do Re Mi by Blackbear https://youtu.be/BL9jY9b2uFg

Author’s note: One word: ANGST!! This is going to make you feel so many fucking things I’m going to warn you right now;) Let me know what you thought…if you survive haha 


From the moment the night had started you knew it was going to be rough. Betty had found out it was Jughead’s birthday, and nearly had a heart attack when she learned he’d never had a party before. From that moment on she was determined to throw him a party, despite what you and Archie told her.

You and Jughead go way back, like best friends since diapers back. Jughead had even been your first kiss. Your families had become close because they’d all grown up in Riverdale together. There had been a lot you’d gone through with him, but it wasn’t all sad things.

It was just that you knew how to be there for the other, more than just a shoulder to cry on. You had always believed that you were soulmates, but not in the romantic sense of the term, best friend soul mates if that was a thing.

If anyone were to be your soulmate IN the romantic sense, it would be Archie Andrews. There was just something about him, he was intoxicating to you. Archie made you feel so many things, whether it was butterflies or shivers down your spine.

You were hooked, but truth be told he felt the exact same way about you. He couldn’t explain it but he knew that when he was with you it just made sense. You were different, and you made him feel alive.

He wasn’t sure if love was real but if it was, you were it. No matter how sure of his feelings he was, part of him was still scared. The last thing Archie wanted to do was mess up and  lose you, but that was all he seemed to be able to do lately.

So Archie didn’t let you know everything he felt for you and just let whatever was happening continue to happen. It was painful because he wanted so much more, but the pain of losing you would be much worse.

You were currently sitting in your car with Jughead, postponing starting the night. Turning to you he asked, “ And you told Betty I hate my birthday?”. You’d told her about a thousand times, but it didn’t matter.

Turning to him as well you replied, “ Juggy I was a broken record, but she set her mind to it and now we have ourselves a…. party”. You didn’t know what exactly to call it because everything had escalated.

Originally it had been strictly inner-circle but due to Riverdale being Riverdale it turned into a classic high school party. Jughead closed his eyes and sighed, “ Just when I thought god couldn’t punish me anymore”.

Laughing you explained, “ Jug it sucks but Betty had good intentions, she cares about you because you’re……what exactly are you guys?”. Jughead sighed again, “ Add that to the list of confusing things that is currently my life (y/n)”.

He added, “ Betty is wonderful but I’m not sure if I’m ready for her…..she’s the type you settle down with and I don’t even know if I’ve been programed to do so”. It made sense, Betty was so perfect and that was intimidating.

Jughead shot back, “ If we’re going to define things, what exactly is your relationship with the ginger stallion”. You instantly smiled thinking about Archie, and how fun tonight would be for you both.

Grinning you answered, “ Let’s just say so far it’s been a fun ride, a really fun ride”. Getting what you were hinting at he stuck out his tongue in fake disgust. He sat up too, “ We’ve known eachother since before we knew how to speak (y/n), and so I know it’s much more than just some fling”.

Shrugging your shoulders you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, “ Nope I’m not letting you sarcastic comment your way out of this one, you really care about him maybe even lo-”.

Jughead was cut off when there was knocking on your car window, and it was no other than Archie. When you rolled down the window Archie jokingly said, “ I’m just glad the windows aren’t foggy”.

You face was red but it wasn’t because of his accusation, it was because what Jughead had said. If you were going to be honest with yourself you did love Archie, you loved him bigtime. You just weren’t sure now was the right time, and you didn’t want to ruin what you currently had.

Jughead picked up on how red you face was, but he kept it to himself. You turned your car off and got out, wrapping your arms around Archie. Smirking you said, “ Don’t worry Arch, I know that’s what your car is for”.

Archie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He could never keep his hands off of you, there was something that just drew him to you. Jughead rolled his eyes, “ I’m right here guys…I’m starting to think you enjoy an audience”.

You just flipped him off and continued to kiss Archie, wanting to push away your bad feelings about tonight. Archie let his hands roam and he not only grabbed your ass, but picked you up and placed you on the hood of your own car.

He started to kiss your neck and you laughed, “ Fuck Archie are you drunk?”. You felt him smile against your skin as he giggled. He spoke softly, “ Not drunk, just buzzed”. You realized the strange taste on his lips had been alcohol.

Laughing you shook your head, “ Archie Andrews what am I going to do with you”. Before he could respond Jughead intervened, “ I’m going to stop you right there, I need you both to walk with me in the valley of despair”.

Archie turned around and you hopped down from the hood, both agreeing to be there for him. Taking Archie’s hand the three of you made your way towards the door, preparing for what ever tonight would bring.

As Jughead knocked on the door Archie stood behind you kissing your neck. He whispered in your ear, “ You look so amazing tonight (y/n)”. Archie was already insanely affectionate sober, but when he was drunk it was much more intense.

Your smile soon faded when you saw Veronica open the door. You wanted to like Veronica but you couldn’t. She clearly wanted Archie despite the fact that he was with you. Archie never fed into it, but it didn’t matter because she was relentless.

Veronica smiled, “ Hey Archiekins, happy birthday Jughead”. She hadn’t even addressed you, how childish could she be? Archie stopped kissing your neck, “Hey Veronica, where’s Betty?”.

Veronica didn’t care about Betty and she just shrugged her shoulders, “Probably somewhere having a heart attack that a streamer is out of place”. Jughead just looked to you and rolled his eyes, and you did the same.

Archie took your hand, “ Come on babe let’s go have fun!”. Your annoyance vanished when you realized how happy Archie was to just be here with you. Entering inside the house you saw just how crazy everything was.

There was random people everywhere, empty bottles, and trash. Jughead sarcastically said, “Wow I can’t believe how many people are here to celebrate my birthday!”. You realized that no one would even know it was a birthday party unless they looked at the decorations.

Veronica crossed her arms, “ There’s also people downstairs, I’m pretty sure Betty wanted to speak with you and (y/n) so Archie and I will wait up here!”. Three seconds ago she had no idea where Betty was, and she suddenly remembered this?

You didn’t buy it, “ Aw what a good “friend” you are Ronnie! Why don’t you stay up here while Betty’s real friends go downstairs”. Taking Archie’s hand you lead him to the basement as Jughead followed.

As you walked down the stairs Archie whispered in your ear, “ Don’t be mad (y/n) the only girl I want is you”. That was true, but it didn’t stop Veronica from getting under your skin. Jughead didn’t know how to feel, “ Looks like we’re walking right into the belly of the beast”.

There sat there on the couch Betty amidst the madness. Cheryl was standing up in front of her audience which included; Reggie, Kevin, Moose, the Pussycats, Chuck, Ethyl, Dilton, and Joaquin.

When Betty saw you guys her eyes lit up, the people she actually cared about were finally here. Cheryl also lit up when she saw you guys, “ Well if it isn’t the birthday boy himself! Since you all are here we can start the game”.

You raised an eyebrow, “ A game?”. Jughead added, “ What are we five again Cheryl, come on”. Archie was down for whatever so he took an open seat and made you sit on his lap. Jughead leaned against the wall, preparing for a fast getaway.

As you heard the sound of heels going down the stairs, you knew it was Veronica. Archie could sense your anger and so his grip around your waist tightened, trying to distract you. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ Alright everyone we’re playing secrets and sins”.

Jughead spoke up, “ Seriously Cheryl that’s what you come up with? Let me guess it’s truth or dare on steroids”. The name of the game made you feel uneasy, you hated games where the main point was to start shit.

Cheryl just grinned, “ We’re starting with Riverdale’s finest, Archie Andrews”. Instantly your stomach started to churn, you didn’t like where this was going. You tried to stop it, “ Cheryl pick someone else”.

She just laughed, “ Oh is poor little (y/n) scared? I mean you have every right to be…especially after that night where Veronica and Archie had a little adventure in a closet”. You heard Archie whisper, “ Fuck” to himself.

You stood up, “ What adventure?”. Veronica came and stood next to Cheryl, the both of them just beaming. Cheryl laughed, “ Guess there’s some trouble in paradise huh? Archie didn’t tell you…”. You felt the anger boiling and you didn’t know whether you wanted to hit Veronica or Cheryl, or both.

Veronica grinned, “ It was after homecoming, Archiekins and I shared an intimate moment…it was very 13 going on 30 of us”. You couldn’t even turn around and face Archie, there’s no way both Veronica and Cheryl would lie about this.

Betty tried to help, “ Come on Cheryl, stop messing with people’s feelings just because you’re sad you lost Jason”. It warmed your heart that Betty was trying to protect you, but you were seeing red.

By now Archie stood up and he kept reassuring you, “ It was nothing, it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t feel a thing”. Nothing Archie said mattered right now, he had lied to you and embarrassed you in front of everyone.

Jughead saw your fists clenched, and he knew you were going to explode. He rushed over to you and held you back. You got in Veronica’s face, “ How fitting that the girl with daddy issues turned into a homewrecker! Keep trying to distract yourself from the joke that is your life Veronica, but no matter what you do you’ll always be empty!!”.

For affect you added, “ I’m not going to hit you either, I don’t feel like ending up like your father…I heard prisons a bitch”. The entire room just cheered, this was the exact entertainment everyone had hoped for.

Veronica didn’t know what to do, she just stood there trying to find the words. Veronica didn’t know you’d act this way, and being confronted like that scared her, not to mention the fact that everything you’d said about her was true.

Cheryl just laughed, “ Shit (y/n) I didn’t know you had it in you”. You just wanted to get out of this damn room and away from all of them. Turning to Jughead you took his hand, “ We need to get out of this room Juggy”.

As you turned to leave Archie reached out for you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were already holding back tears, and if you looked at him you’d fall apart. Jughead went in between you both, “ No Archie, you’ve done enough”.

                                    Yeah, if I could go back to the day we me

                           I probably would just stay in bed

You felt a thousand emotions all at once as you went back upstairs with Jughead. Instantly you went over to the drinks table and downed whatever you saw. You didn’t want to feel anything, you didn’t want to think about anything.

Jughead just leaned against the table, “ You sure you want to do that (y/n) I don’t know if-”. You smiled as you felt the warm liquid wash all over your body. Placing the now empty red cup down you turned to Jughead, “ I know what I want to do, dance”.

               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

Back downstairs things were just getting worse and worse. After Jughead had stopped Archie from going after you, Veronica had gone over to him. Placing a hand on his chest she said, “ Forget about (y/n), we both know she isn’t worth it”.

Cheryl still wasn’t done, “ You know Archie I’d be more concerned about the fact that your best friend just went off with your girl, screams rebound to me”. Kevin just sat there with his jaw dropped, this was all amazing.

Betty got up, “ Stop Cheryl, and you know what Veronica stop too! You’re both treating everyone like we’re all your puppets!”. Both girl’s didn’t care about anything Betty had to say, they were playing a game, and they were winning.

All the presents I would send, Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Veronica didn’t skip a beat, “ Archie why don’t we go somewhere and talk you know we can-”. Archie was done, he didn’t want anything to do with Veronica. His worst fear had come true, he’d messed up.

He angrily ran his hands through his hair stepping back, “ Ronnie get out of my face..I need to leave… I can’t”. With that he left through the basement door and vanished into the night. Veronica just stood there, arms crossed and pissed.

She’d thought Archie would want to retaliate with her and that they could finally do something more than kiss for a second. Cheryl sighed, “ Well that was dramatic, anyways who’s next?”.

Betty took off after Archie, hoping she could fix things. She’d been there that night and immediately after it happened Archie had explained to her how things had gone down. So she knew it truly had been nothing.

Betty had still been dealing with her feelings for Archie and so when she’d been dared to go have 7 minutes in heaven with him she declined and Veronica took her place. About a minute in Archie came storming out of the closet pissed off, leaving Veronica standing there annoyed.

Archie had gone outside, and Betty followed him. When Betty asked what happened Archie told her, “ Ronnie started talking bad about (y/n) and then out of nowhere kissed me! I pushed her right off and told her I love (y/n)”.

Betty smiled, “ Woah Arch, you love her?”. Archie hadn’t even realized that’s what he’d said, it had just come out.  He smiled to himself, “ I do Betty…and I don’t want this ruining anything”.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, “ Don’t worry Archie it won’t, Veronica was embarrassed and I’m sure no one will ever bring this up again. I don’t think it’s worth saying something because it really didn’t mean anything”.

Next time I'ma stay asleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

Betty felt she was partly why things were so messed up again, and she wanted to go find Archie and fix things. She had honestly thought what had happened wouldn’t matter and she felt horrible that she’d been wrong.

Back upstairs you’d somehow got Jughead to actually agree to dance with you. Jughead didn’t dance, but tonight was already weird enough that nothing could surprise you anymore.

It had taken some warming up on Jugheads part, at first he had acted as if you were at a school dance. You had to physically put his hands on your hips, and it still took him awhile to get comfortable.

                 And you got me thinking lately, Bitch, you crazy

And nothing’s ever good enough

Laughing you told him, “ You don’t have to keep enough room for jesus Jug”. It caused him to laugh too and so he brought his body even closer to yours. You started to feel whatever you’d drank work it’s magic.

Turning around your back now pressed against his front. To your surprise he put his hands on your hips again, “ Wow is Jughead Jones actually having fun?”. You heard him laugh again and it gave you a brief feeling of happiness.

He whispered into your ear, “ I’m making the best out of it”. Jughead was having fun, by distracting himself. He was focusing on you instead of focusing on the fact that it was his birthday, or the fact that he didn’t know how he felt about Betty.

You moved your hips in a circular motion, going with the beat of the song. You were starting to feel good, whether it was the alcohol or just having fun with Jughead. Jughead moved his hips with yours, dancing better than you thought he ever could.

So fuckin’ done with all the games you play, I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O’s on another note, I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby

So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

Still swaying with the beat you dragged your hands up your body, as you moved your actual body down. When you moved your body back up, you leaned forward pressing your ass into Jughead’s groin.

For a second you thought you might’ve crossed a line, until Jugheads hands slid down your body. Turning your head to the side you joked, “ Practicing for Betty?”. You watched as he blushed, so something was there.

         If I could go back to the day we met, I probably would’ve stayed in bed

You wake up everyday, And make me feel like I’m incompetent

Betty had caught up with Archie, he had only gone down the street. He sat down on the cirb, his head in between his knees. When he heard footsteps the first thing he said was your name, but he only saw Betty when he looked up.

Sitting down next to him she said, “ It’s going to work out Arch, I promise”. He laughed, but only because that sounded so crazy. Archie shook his head, “ There’s no way I can fix this, Veronica lied in front of EVERYONE!”.

Betty rested a hand on his knee, “ Look drama travels fast in this town which means pretty soon it will be on to the next thing. All that matters is that (y/n) knows the truth, and I can back you up”.

Archie remembered that he’d told Betty what had happened immediately, and he perked up. Finally he picked his head up, “ Shit I’d forgot! Maybe I can fix this!”. Betty smiled, she wanted you and Archie to be happy together.

Getting up she added, “ You’re in love Archie, love always wins”. He got up and they both started walking towards the house again. Archie had never wanted you as bad as he did right know. The thought of losing you, even if it was only for thirty minutes, had been awful.

            I wrote a little song for ya It go like….  Do, re, mi, fa  

so fuckin’ done with you, girl, So fuckin’ done with all the games you play

When Archie walked into the party again all he saw was you dancing with Jughead. You both were smiling while Jughead was a little too handsy. Archie couldn’t help it, he stormed right over to the both of you and pulled you forward.

Immediately you broke your wrist free, “ What the fuck are you doing Archie!”. Archie stepped back for a second, trying to calm down. He just wanted to stop messing up but he couldn’t.

He yelled back, “ What are you doing (y/n)!”. Pushing him back you said, “ I’m dancing with someone who actually gives a fuck about me Archie, that’s what the fuck I’m doing!”. By now a crowd had gathered again, wanting to witness the show.

Archie shot right back, “ You can’t be serious right?! You didn’t even let me explain!”. You started to laugh, oh that was a good one. Raising you hands up in frustration you asked, “What is there to explain Archie? That you let some slut ruin what we had!”.

You were so angry that tears were streaming down your face. With more sadness than anger you added, “ I love you Archie…and you did this to me”. Instantly any anger he had disappeared, he’d never wanted to hurt you.

When everyone had heard you say the word “love” they whole atmosphere of the room changed. Betty stepped forward, “ I was there (y/n) and it was nothing! A minute in Archie stormed out of the closet and he told me what happened”.

Realizing she had your attention she continued, “ Veronica kissed him and Archie immediately left, I thought if he told you it would just make a bigger problem”. Jughead stood behind you and rubbed your shoulder, wanting you to feel better.

Archie stepped forward and took your hands in his, “ I told her that I love you (y/n), that’s why she means nothing to me…I love you”. You couldn’t believe what he’d just said, you just wished the first time you said “ I love you” wasn’t after getting into a fight in front of the entire school.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you replied, “ Then let’s go celebrate”. Smirking he kissed you, wanting everyone to know you were his. Before leaving he yelled, “ Just so all you assholes know I love (y/n) so fuck off otherwise!”.

You started to laugh, “ Shit Archie you’re still somewhat drunk huh?”. Leading you outside he said, “ Drunk in love”. Shaking your head you lead him towards you car, or at least tried to because it’s incredibly hard to move when Archie Andrews has his hands all over you.

You went to go into the driver’s side but he opened your back door and pulled you into the back seat. He smirked, “ I want you (y/n) and I can’t wait any longer”. You were suddenly extremely thankful for your roomy backseat and tinted windows

Now you were straddling him, and he had the biggest smile on his face. Looking down you asked, “ What?”. Pulling you closer to him he kissed you, “ I love you”.  Archie Andrews was much more complex than anyone realized.

Shaking your head grinning you said, “ I love you too, idiot”. He laughed before pulling your body closer to his. By bringing his hands up your thighs he took off the loose dress you’d been wearing.

He had that smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, acting as if it was the first time he’d seen you like this. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you like that Archie bit his lip, “ You always look so damn beautiful”.

Somehow you still blushed, you always thought the affect he still had on you was crazy. Smiling you told him, “ Your turn”. And with a smirk on his face he took of his shirt, shorts, and boxers.

You just giggled at how eager he was but he was still smirking, “ Quit acting like you’re not insanely turned on by what you see”. Sighing with a smile on your face you took off your own bra and panties.

For affect you added, “ I’d say stop acting like you’re not turned on, but I can see for myself” hinting to his fully erect member. Archie just shook his head before crashing his lips into yours.

You felt him pressing against your entrance and you moved your hips forward, grinding against him. Archie began to kiss down your neck, nibbling lightly until he found your sweet spot. As you groaned he massaged your clit with his thumb.

Moaning you begged, “ Archie I need you”. He moved his hand faster and started kissing down the valley of your breasts. You moaned loudly as he began sucking on your nipple, dragging it lightly between his teeth.

After he’d teased you long enough he kissed back up your neck and whispered in your ear, “ You sound so beautiful begging for me (Y/n)”. Whenever you and Archie fooled around, he always loved making you feel good.

To Archie, nothing turned him on more than knowing that you were happy or felt good because something he’d done. Archie thought of it as a way to express how he’d felt about you without really saying anything.

You needed him so badly, “ Please Archie I-”. Archie cut you off by slowly inserting himself inside you, making you moan loudly. To deal with the mixture of pain and pleasure you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

Archie had his hands on your hips, pulling you forward as he deeply thrust inside of you. He started to go faster, “ Tell me who’s making you feel this good baby”. As your bodies moved together you found it hard to process anything but how good it felt.

To your surprise Archie suddenly flipped you over so you were on your back, moving your leg to hook around his own back. This had let him go deeper inside of you, “ Baby I need to hear who’s making you feel so good”.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you told him, “ You Archie, you’re making me feel so fucking good”. A smile formed upon his lips and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Archie kept going faster and he was hitting all the right spots.

He nibbled on your earlobe again, groaning in your ear. The sound alone wanted to make you cum right then and there. Archie nearly growled, “ Say my name baby”. To get his point further across he started to slightly tweak your nipple.

You moaned out his name but that wasn’t enough, “ Tell me who’s going to make you cum right now”. You were right on the edge, and his words were pushing you over it. You yelled out his name, not caring who heard.

You felt him smile against your skin, “ That’s it baby, cum for me right now”. You were no longer on the edge, you’d just dived head first off of it. It felt like a tsunami had started in your core and washed all over your body.

Wave after wave of pleasure shook through your entire body and all you could do was call out Archie’s name. You knew he was right there with you as you felt him twitch inside of you. Together you rode out your orgasms, both shaking.

When it was over Archie took your face in his hand, “ I love you (y/n), only you”. You kissed him again, wanting to preserve the moment. Archie moved your body so you were laying on your side, pressed against him. Nothing else mattered because Archie finally knew that he’d never lose the love of his life again.

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okaynatsu  asked:

Are you still doing prompts? If so could you do “Please talk to me.” And "I can't trust you" nalu please

Miscommunication

Word Count; 1307

A/N; This is really angsty whoops lol. Also it’s two am rn. Have some fun highschool AU stuff in which Natsu is a dumb teenage boy and Lucy is also a teenager. I was thinking around the 15/16 mark? Full of self rightousd energy and over reactive, bcus what teenager doesn’t think they know everything only to have it blow up in their faces a few times? This time, it’s Natsu realizing he can’t judge without knowing the full story, and Lucy realizing that honesty helps people get why she does things.

“Please talk to me.”

Natsu rolled his eyes, making a show of turning up the volume on his head phones. 

“Natsu,” she begged, putting herself in his way. Her eyes were red rimmed, the usual pretty honey brown murky with tears. As if Natsu would fall for that. Again.

“What do you want?” he asked, his gut twinging at how she flinched at his words. He mentally shook himself, why should he care about how some liar felt? He shoved past her, lips thinning when he felt her grab his elbow. 

“Please, just let me explain-”

“What do you want to explain Lucy? That you lied to all of your ‘friends’? To me? That you used us to get back at your dad? Why don’t you go back to your high life up on that hill and leave us ‘vagrants’ alone?” Natsu spat, yanking his arm out of her hands. Lucy stepped back, shock and pain coating her face openly. Natsu had trusted her instantly, opening his home to the strange teenager he met on the street. 

He hadn’t been so wrong about anything before in his life. 

“I never called you that!” Lucy said, voice high and angry and desperate. Natsu scoffed. “I didn’t” she insisted. “Natsu please, I’m sorry I lied to you about my last name but you have to believe me-”

“Trust you?” Natsu asked, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring how his backpack slipped into the crook of his elbow. “I can’t trust you.”

“Just let me explain!” Lucy screamed, stamping her foot as more tears spilled down her cheeks. Natsu paused, shocked at her sudden anger. Lucy took his silence as letting her speak, scrubbing at her face violently as she hiccuped. Guilt coiled hot and tight in his chest. He’d made her cry. 

“Yes. Yes, I lied about who I was, okay? I c-come from a big house with lots of money and everything someone could ask for. But I- I would give it all up again because I hate it. My dad,” Lucy broke off, lip warbling and her eyes darting away from him. She hugged herself, Natsu reaching out for her but able to stop himself from comforting her. She continued on, not noticing his hand falling to his side. 

“My dad isn’t a good man. I’m sure he was at some point, but after my mom died… He changed. He started drinking. Focused all his time on his job. You know, it’s actually kinda sad, but last month when you guys through me that birthday party was the first time I celebrated my birthday in almost ten years?” Lucy laughed at herself, wiping her face again. She wasn’t lying. Natsu felt it in his bones, that she wasn’t lying and he was making her so scared and sad that she felt like she owed him her life’s story. Natsu made a choking noise, his disgust for himself catching in his throat. Lucy cringed, curling tighter into herself at his noise. 

How could he have been so wrong?

“I ran away becasue I couldn’t stand being alone in that stupid house anymore. All my dad cares about is money and power. I, I overheard him talking to one of his business partners. He was going to pull me out of school, and then when I turned eighteen he promised I’d ma- marry him. Can you believe that? Who trades their daughter for a bigger share in an oil company?” Lucy took in a deep breath, wet and raspy and all Natsu wanted to do was hold her. Drag her back to the shelter Fairy Tail and never let her dad find her again.

“Lucy,” Natsu started, rooted to his spot. God, why couldn’t he be better with emotions and dealing with people?

“So I changed my name, took on my mom’s last name of Ashley because I refused to be anything like my father. And it worked, for a bit. Of course I felt guilty lying to you guys about who I was, and I tried to make myself useful around the shelter to make up for taking up space that other kids needed more.”

Natsu balked. Who could need some place safe to stay more than a girl fearing for her future?

“But then he found me. A-and said all that awful stuff about you guys, but I guess you over heard that, huh?” Lucy gave him a wry smile, eyes flat as she finally looked at him. God, he’d really fucked up this time. “So, I- I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry. It’s my fault my dad tried to shut down the shelter and it’s my fault he said all that stuff about you guys being ‘vangrants’ and ‘hood rats’. As if my dad even cared about who I hung out with outside of how it affected the Heartfilia name. I’m sorry I lied Natsu, and betrayed your trust, and everyone at Fairy Tail. I’ll leave you alone now, I- I just needed to let you know.”

Lucy gave him a small smile, stepping back half a step as she dropped her gaze to the concrete. Natsu felt his backpack slip from his arm completely, ignoring it as it hit the ground. He grabbed Lucy’s wrist, panic blooming through his mind. “What do you mean you’ll leave me alone?” he asked, searching her face. Lucy looked at him, brows scrunched in confusion.

“I’m going home,” Lucy said slowly, standing rigid in her place. Natsu shook his head, stepping closer to her.

“You can’t.”

“I have nowhere else to go,” Lucy said with a small, sad smile. “I’ll be fine, really. I won’t be eighteen for another two years. Maybe their contract will fall through.” She didn’t sound hopeful, even as she put on a facade. For him. The one who had chased her back into the control of that monster.

“No.” Natsu said simply, yanking her towards him and hugging her as tightly as he could. “I was wrong. Yeah you lied, but you were doing what you had to do to survive.”

“I’m not going to die,” Lucy said calmly, still in Natsu’s arms and tense. 

“Your soul will.”

Natsu let that sink in, an exhale finally leaving him when Lucy returned his hug tightly. “I’m sorry I was an ass. Fairy Tail was lucky to have you. All that matters is that you’re Lucy. The sweet, caring, loud, weird girl who makes the entire room smile with you. You’re family, and I never should have said the shit I did. I’m sorry Lucy. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Lucy didn’t say anything, but Natsu felt her start to shake in his arms, nails digging into his back through his shirt where she was holding onto him tightly. They stood in the middle of the sidewalk for another minute, Natsu uncaring of any looks they got. He pulled away, giving her a small smile when she wiped her face again. She was even pretty when she cried, which Natsu thought was almost insulting. Who taught their child to be controlled even when they cried?

Natsu grabbed her hand, picking up his backpack as he started walking in the direction of Fairy Tail. “Natsu?” Lucy called, concern flashing through her eyes, Natsu thankful to notice some of the old spark returning to them. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home,” Natsu said simply. “Gray’s gonna beat my ass for making you cry, but we have to claim your room again, yeah?” HE smiled at her as brightly as he could, hoping to force some confidence and nonchalance into his words. Fear made his heart skip a beat when he saw fresh tears form in her eyes, quickly washed away when Lucy beamed at him, nodding quickly.

“Okay Natsu. Let’s go home.”

Plucking Petals

Wanna One’s Lee Daehwi X Reader

Word count: 3582

FLUFF WDYM FLOWERS DON’T GO WITH FLUFF

• flower boy cafe! Daehwi ( oh god i’d pay to see that 😂 )
• your friends really like this cafe…especially Daehwi ;)
• you just don’t get the hype
• but Daehwi hyPES YOU UP 110%
• ft. bffs Lisa and Somin

tbh…. I haD ZERO ZILCH CLUE WHAT A FLOWER BOY CAFE WAS WE DON’T HAVE IT HERE but I now know because of my intellectual friend @woojinstinygf  tysm beb 💓
Daehwi would fit this I hate it he fits everything how dare he
anyways, I hope my lack of experience with flower boys ( or boys in general ) doesn’t come off strongly. Thank you for requesting this anon ! :)
- admin L
fun fact: Daehwi and I have the same uneven eyelids ‘problem’ but he has taught me to recognise them as a cute trait better.

guYS THIS IS SUCH AS MESS I’M SORRY
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“Oh my god, oh my god Y/N please! Please!” Your best friend, Lisa, begged. “Please! Please! I’m begging you right now.” She grabbed your hands in hers and tugged on them gently.

For the past half hour, Lisa and Somin had been pleading with you to hang out at the new flower boy cafe that had just opened in your estate. Somehow, your best friends were crazy for the idea of cute guys, cakes and aegyo but the thought of it made you feel a little sick. Of course, it was nice to have cuties attending to your every need but it was all a fabricated fantasy and you didn’t exactly like your feelings to be played with. Your friends had been there without you twice but they had enough of going by themselves and thus, were nearly on their knees for this.

“Please! It’s almost my birthday!” Somin pointed out, sticking out her bottom lip. You shot her a flat look. “That shit doesn’t work on me, Somin,” you fired back, referring to her puppy dog face.

Y/N, how bad could it be? Isn’t it her birthday soon anyways? Just endure that place for a little while then you can leave. Maybe it isn’t as bad as you think. A voice inside of your head piped up. 


You groaned. “I hate you guys so much.”

“Does that mean you are agreeing?” Lisa pestered.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “But now, I will consider it…more than last time. I’ll think about it.”

Somin beamed and clapped. “Yes! I know you would cave in!”

“Y/N, did you know that Lee Daehwi is working there for the summer?” Lisa blushed, nearly letting out a squeal of delight.

Ahh, Lee Daehwi. He was the president of the English Language Drama and Debate Society ( ELDDS ) of another college not far from the one you attended. You had seen him at plays once or twice and even complimented his good looks. Daehwi was incredibly smart and well-mannered but he also emitted this aura of enthusiasm. Flower boy cafes were bound to be his thing, it didn’t come as a shock. He had the brains and beauty, it was no mystery as to why people fawned over him.

“I’m sure that cafe would be flooding with people because of him! All the more we must go! Daehwi is a limited time offer!”

“Stop objectifying him.” You said flatly.

“Sorry…but you know what I mean! Don’t you think you would look cute with him?” Lisa suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. Somin ‘oohed’ and high fived Lisa, smirking.

You nearly spit out the water you were drinking. You coughed violently, trying to pump out the water from your lungs. Once you had more or less regained your senses, you continued. “What? What! Lisa! Stop it, that’s too much. Don’t be like this, for both our sakes.”

Lisa tsked. “Just wait and see, Y/N. No one can withstand the charms of Lee Daehwi.”

You pursed your lips together, they were coated with a new shade of red today. “We have to see, Lisa. We shall see.”

Lee Daehwi wasn’t going to steal your heart, you were sure of it. No matter how flowery his words may be.



Somin’s birthday quickly approached and it was her wish that she could celebrate it at the flower boy cafe with you and Lisa. At first, you opposed as strongly as you normally would have but softened when you realised how irrational you were being. It was your best friend’s birthday, it was going to be her day.

So you sucked it up and agreed to celebrate in the flower boy cafe with your friends. To say they were ecstatic was an understatement.

“Guys? What are you doing here?” You asked, wide-eyed and still clad in your pyjamas. You examined every inch of your best friends, they were well dressed, hair curled and probably had much more makeup on than usual. They looked ready for the red carpet. “Oh! Happy birthday Somin!”

Somin squealed and hugged you, “Ahh, Lisa, we have one hour to transform this ugly duckling into a beautiful swan!”

You didn’t know whether to be insulted or insulted flattered.

Against your will, you were thrown into a hot bath with scented rose petals which you didn’t even know existed, so it came as a shock when Lisa plucked it out from the cabinet under the sink. It was like she knew your life more than you did.

Once you were all fresh and clean, Somin dried your hair while Lisa began applying makeup to your face. “Yah, I envy your skin so much. So smooth, you should be in an Innisfree commercial,” Lisa said.

“Did you guys know that Daehwi was in an Innisfree commercial? I’m pretty sure some shops still screen his photoshoot. It was a blessing,” Somin announced, her eyes clouded over as if she was dreaming. “Lee Daehwi…..”

You clapped your hands in her face to signal that your scalp was getting too hot from the hair dryer. “Somin, …please concentrate! My hair is going to catch fire!” You shrieked but ended up laughing and nearly smacking the bb cushion out of Lisa’s hand.

For the next hour or so, you let your friends doll you up in preparation for your first and last time ever setting foot in that damned cafe. Somin looked every bit the part of a party princess from her black crop top and red mini skirt, delicate golden crown earrings hung from her ears. No one would be able to take her eyes off her. But her gaze was fixated on you and tears nearly welled up in her eyes. “You…look amazing! Thank you for agreeing to go with us! My birthday would not be the same without you.”

You could only hug and reassure her that as long as she was your best friend, you would do almost anything for her.

Even going to weird flower boy cafes.



I take that back………..Why did I agree to go to this ridiculous place?

Today’s concept appeared to be flowers, flowers and more flowers. Every single waiter had either a flower crown on his head or some sort of flower related ornament as part of his 'uniform’.

How is this legal?

You tentatively shuffled a step forward into the cafe.

“Hello! Woah, someone call God because I think he sent down an angel.” A voice complimented, it’s owner gently placed your hand in his before bending down to kiss it. “I’m Daehwi, at your service.”

It took you everything to not recoil and punch some sense into the president of English Language Drama and Debate Society, his pickup lines were awful! (bomb pickup lines created by yours truly™) Instead, you forced a smile on your face and gently removed your hand from his grip. Apparently, that wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for, he pouted and whined in a small voice. “Am I not cute enough for you?” Daehwi allowed his puppy dog eyes to take centre stage, behind you, your friends were bursting with happiness, you could pretty much feel it radiating off them.

You had to admit, this scene surprisingly fit him well, plus, he was naturally adorable so it made his aegyo either ten times more cringy or ten times cuter. For now, you could tolerate it. You sighed, “You are adorable. Could you please show us to our table?”

Have Somin and Lisa suddenly become mute? Why am I doing all the talking?

Daehwi snatched a couple menus off their place at the cashier and nodded. “Certainly, right this way.”

You couldn’t help but admire his legs in those skinny jeans as he walked. ( i nEed to mAkE SURE MY BABIES ARE GETTING FED )

“You must be tired since you have been running through my head,” he proclaimed, shooting you a suave wink as he pulled out a plush velvet chair. You opened your mouth to protest but Somin and Lisa had already settled onto the love seat across and sent you a 'zip up’ gesture. Without an audible reply, you sunk into the armchair and quickly grabbed a menu in hopes of Daehwi taking the signal and leaving you alone. Quite the contrary, he took this opportunity to kneel down to your level and pushed the card down so your eyes met his. It was then that you realised how gorgeous his eyes were, especially his unevenly folded double eye lids, they made him more quirky and unique.

“Did you know? I’m sweeter than all these things written on the menu combined?” Daehwi said smoothly, fluttering his long eyelashes.

You giggled despite how lame it was, satisfied with finally eliciting a reaction out of you, Daehwi bounced away but hung around his group of tables. The other customers whispered about his obvious attention directed towards you. You tried hard to tune out to those, cheeks already turning red.

“Ahhh, and who said they would hate this place forever?” Lisa teased, squealing. You frowned at her, shaking your head but the pinkness of your cheeks was a contrast to what you said. “S-stop it.” You stuttered out. You nearly smacked yourself for being so affected by Daehwi’s actions.

He does this to like two hundred other customers three times a day. Why are you so affected? Get a grip, Y/N! Stop feeling so special. It’s literally his job, it’s not like he likes you.

“Yah! You’re crushing so bad on Daehwi right now! Look at your face!” Somin giggled, she subtly pointed to the boy with silvery dirty blonde hair who was fixing his peach coloured flower crown and let out a small annoyed huff when it didn’t seem to cooperate with him.

It was true, Daehwi was the most charming boy you had laid your eyes on. Major crush material, huge boyfriend material.

You smiled smugly, playing with a lock of your perfectly curled hair courtesy of Somin.

You weren’t going to fall for the flower boy, you were going to make the flower boy fall for you.



Daehwi set your cup of tea down on the coaster without messing up any of the intricately displayed macaroon towers - Somin had insisted on it -.

Skills.

You were mildly impressed he hadn’t messed up on anything yet. Before he left, he tapped you on the shoulder and made a heart with his fingers before pressing it to his plush lips and blowing you a kiss. Though you were screaming internally, you kept your unfazed look on and pretended to catch it, only to crush it and let it go. It did hurt when the smile on Daehwi’s face fell but he quickly recovered.

“Does Y/N not like Daehwi? Daehwi is hurt!” He wailed, sticking out his bottom lip and crossing his arms over his chest. ( guys kms idk how to describe aegyo and I’m not good at it either ) “Can Daehwi show you more aegyo? Will you love me then?”

Oh my god. He should be paid double to act like this.

Without any warning, ( someone come collect their mans ) he cupped the sides of his face and squished his cheeks together, furrowing his brows and pouting. “Y/N? Do you like me now?” ( bOii I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO YOU LIKE thIS )

He’s so extra……

“Daehwi, you’re already prettier than the flowers in your hair,” you complimented sincerely.

For the first time, Lee Daehwi, the confident, assured President became flustered. His eyes went as large as tea cup saucers and he opened his mouth multiple times wordlessly. He covered up with his 'bbuing bbuing’ and shuffled back to the counter, pink blush extremely prominent. Another boy with black hair saw what had happened and punched Daehwi’s arm playfully, repeating his actions and mocking him.

He seems like a perfect fit for Somin. Doesn’t Lisa know him from somewhere? School? Oh! They were in the same theatre department before he graduated.

She hid her face when you glanced at her. Lisa reached over and smacked your shoulder, grinning. She raised her hand.

“Seongwoo oppa, it’s Somin’s birthday today. Does she get anything…I don’t know…special?” Lisa tapped a finger on her lip, looking deep in thought.

“No-”

“Somin! Oh gosh, happy birthday!” Seongwoo wished her, a bright smile on his face as he plucked out a flower crown from his apron pocket and placed it on her head. Seongwoo took her hand in his and kissed hers gently. You struggled to hold in your giggles.

Back in the kitchen, Daehwi was plucking petals off a daisy violently. “She loves me, she loves me not….she loves me, she loves me not. She…..”

His best friend, Bae Jinyoung, saw the state he was in and sighed. “Yah, Daehwi, just tell Y/N how you feel.”

“I can’t! I’ve liked her for so long yet I’m messing up every chance here! Why is my job so hard!” It was his eighteenth time re-tying the flower crown around his head, a sign of his anxiety increasing. Eventually, he gave up and let his bangs flop, it was long enough to conceal both eyes.

At least it hides my weird eyelids…..Wait, why tf is Jaehwan hyung mopping the floor now? Daehwi wondered as he exchanged his half bare daisy for the tray Jinyoung had arranged nicely. Suddenly, as if a light bulb ignited, he had an idea. Without a second thought, he gracefully used the lack of friction to his advantage and slid all the way to your table, tray balanced in hand. Daehwi made eye contact with you and delivered his line perfectly. “That’s how I slid into your DMs, babygirl.” ( fckboi alert! )

Your small smile was nowhere near Somin and Lisa’s excited clamours. Disappointed, Daehwi hastily set the tray down and rushed back to the kitchen. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans and Jaehwan’s cleaning skills were terrible.

Too!! Much!! Soap!!

He let out a tiny yelp as he slipped on the damn patches of marble, landing with a thump.

Without thinking, you rushed out of your seat to check if he was all right. “Daehwi! Oh my god! Are you hurt?” Your hands found his, you helped him to his feet, completely unaware of the eyes boring holes into your back.

“Oh! Your flower crown!” You retrieved it from the ground and carefully nestled it on Daehwi’s curls. “No prince is complete without his crown,” you blurted out before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“I-I…I think I just fell for you,” Daehwi declared, pun-intended. You gaped at him in disbelief and lightly slapped his shoulder, unable to stop the laughter.

“You’re awful.”

“But you love me.”

“No, your aegyo sucks.”

He gasped in mock offence, eyebrows creased, arms folded, cute little foot stomp. “Yah! Daehwi’s aegyo is the best! I can do the gwiyomi song for you!”

“Don’t you do that for everyone,” you pointed out. “I never come here. Make my first time special.” You trotted back to your seat in triumph, not really sure what you were happy about though. Maybe it was because you challenged a cutie to do something special, personalised just for you.

Somin and Lisa’s jaws dropped, however, there was still some sort of smugness and 'I knew it’ that emitted off them. ( you know, 'pretends to be shocked’ )

The rest of the went by joyously, you were glad to catch up with your best friends even though you saw them every single day. Lisa updated you with the latest gossip - “Did you know that Lai Guanlin hasn’t been in school recently? People think he’s travelled back to Taiwan to train as a professional basketball player.” “Everyone thinks that Ha Sungwoon is in love with his sugar daddy, Yoon Jisung. I ship it.” - Somin unwrapped her presents - “Because I want to capture you crying on camera.” - and pulled a fake shocked look many times yet cried in the end. Seongwoo was there to dry her tears.

Shameless couple.

Daehwi had not returned to your table since then, in fact, he didn’t seem to be in the cafe anymore and that sparked your curiosity. When you asked Ong, he shrugged and apologised. You hoped you would see Daehwi at least once more before leaving but when it was Seongwoo and Park Jihoon who carried out Somin’s birthday cake, you began to lose hope of seeing him ever again.

Maybe I’ll just start attending school plays more often….just for Daehwi. I’m so hung up about this I can’t help it.

With Lisa at your table, the cake disappeared in record time. It was no surprise, really. You took time to savour the sweetness, creaminess and softness. Also an excuse to spend extra time here waiting for Daehwi to make an appearance.

“Y/N has got it so bad for the flower boy! Finally! I thought she’d never like someone,” Somin rejoiced. “You have to thank us if you do end up dating him, Y/N. Two of us made it happen.”

“I’ll ask him out only if you kiss Seongwoo…uh, on the cheek of course,” you retorted back, taking a sip of your beverage.

Where! Is! Lee! Daehwi!

Somin groaned and her eyes narrowed. “Fine, if that’s how you want things to be.”

It was an easy task for her. Somin never struggled with dating, regardless of who it was.

“Let’s go. We still have about three other cafes to go to before the sun downs,” Lisa beckoned, grabbing her fancy cross body bag.

“I can get the bill. You guys can pay me back later.” You marched over to the cashier. “Yo, Seongwoo, are you sure you don’t know where Lee Daehwi is?” you hissed.

Seongwoo bit his lip, sighing. “Okay, okay. He just told Jaewhan to cover for him and ran. His break is ending in a couple of minutes though but it doesn’t seem like he’s in the area.”

“Oh….” Your face fell, mildly upset. “It’s fine. Thanks. How much?”

Seongwoo told you the price and you nearly dropped dead. “I can add a 20% employee discount! You guys are my friends anyway.” He tapped a few buttons and the price decreased. Still, it blew a hole in your wallet, bank account dented.

“Thank you, Seongwoo oppa! Please date Somin. Please!” You chirped. He laughed.

All of a sudden, the door to the back room burst open and a frantic Lee Daehwi came tumbling out. He looked like he had returned from running a marathon. His apron wasn’t on and his flower crown was lopsided but in his arms was a bouquet of deep red roses, all fresh and lush. “Y/N!” He rushed to your side, somewhat out of breath and flushed.

“Daehwi? Are you okay? What happened?” You quizzed worriedly. Why was he so anxious? Did he run? In those ridiculous shoes?

“Y/N, you-you called me a prince just now but what prince would be fit without his princess. Here, I-I bought these for you. I hope you enjoyed your time here, no matter how much you hate this place.” Daehwi beamed hopefully at you, placing the flowers in your arms.

“Daehwi….you didn’t have to!” You squeaked, lost for words. You covered the left side of your face with your hand, avoiding other customers gazes.

“Y/N, I’ve never done this for anyone. You are saved in my heart,” he paused to perform his aegyo.  ( Park Jeojang is shaking! ) “I’ve had a crush on you for forever. Ever since I saw you at one of the debate tournaments supporting Somin. I fumbled so much in my speech because of you. Then, I managed to know more about you through your friends as creepy as it sounds. Now I’m confessing, oh god. How crazy is this?” He babbled, clearly flustered and worried. His face reddened and his eyes could only linger on the floor. His weird shoes scuffed together.

“Hey, Y/N!” Somin yelled, once she had your attention, she pressed a quick peck to Seongwoo’s cheek, right on his constellation. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “So, what are you doing later on?”

Oh my god.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, your grip on the roses grew tighter. “Uh, Daehwi?” He looked up at you, smiling shyly.

“Thank you, I’m flattered but-”

The crestfallen look that crossed his face as enough to make anyone burst into tears. Your hand enclosed his, squeezing it comfortingly.

“But, are you free tomorrow?”

“Considering the fact that dyeing my hair alone cost $350, I’m worth a dime. But princesses deserve diamonds.” Daehwi winked cutely despite his heart gradually cracking.

“Let’s go on a date. Call me,” you managed to squeak out without messing up before slipping him a napkin with your number scribbled on it. You winked as you let go of his hand and practically skipped out of the shop, leaving a shell-shocked Daehwi in it. He gaped at your disappearing figure for a good thirty seconds and then neatly folded the napkin before stuffing it into his wallet. His blush was comparable to the strawberry cake Jihoon was serving. Once he came back to his senses, he fist pumped and jumped for joy.

Seongwoo rolled his eyes at the amount of half bald flowers and flower stems scattered around Daehwi’s locker. “I’m glad he doesn’t have to pluck petals anymore.”

Wish

Summary: Jeongguk only wants one thing for his birthday, and the best way to get it is through his most favorite bro. Or, the conversation setting up that threesome
Pairing: jeongguk x taehyung, mentioned jeongguk x reader
A/N: uhhh tae and jeongguk are gross, that’s all i got to say. this is completely self-indulgent but @blueagust doesn’t have her submit box open so here we goooo. oh and warnings for a bathroom blowjob
Word Count: 1.729

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My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”

“OK!”

Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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