at least they have a sense of humor about it i guess

Amoureuse

Where y/n is Harry’s assistant and they are both secretly in love with each other.

warnings: a lot of smut

It’s my first time writing a Harry one shot. I’ve been dreaming about being Harry’s assistant a couple of times now and I wanted to write about it. I’m so sorry if this is shit,, English is my third language so yeah but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it :). xo ML

also shout out to my bub @17-blackaf for proof reading it :) you’re the best. 💕


Harry’s been staring at her for a while now.

He watched her as she was putting the last groceries in his fridge. She was in a hurry, as always. Y/N has been known to be a very stressed out person; always wanting to finish things as fast as she could.

But today, it was a bit different than usual.

Ever since Harry finished the last bits of his album, the level of her stress became unbearable. Harry was on promo tour in London, and though everything was going well (as they both hoped), she couldn’t help that she was anxious about every little thing.

Even after a year of being Harry’s assistant and him reassuring her every time that everything she does for him is amazing, she still doubts herself.

He wished that she wasn’t so hard on herself.

Harry admired Y/N a lot. He loved how she could speak three different languages (especially French, he loved French), while he struggled with repeating the same French phrase. Y/N always teased him when he tried to speak the language, but always helped him improve it. Y/N hated that English wasn’t her native language and struggled with it sometimes. Harry thought it was cute, and would always help her out. Just like she helped him with his French.

He was also amazed by her beautiful eyes and how they would sparkle when she smiled. He thought that she had the most extravagant smile in the world. Harry also thought Y/N was adorable, especially when she would giggle when he told her a silly joke.

Harry loved how much she loved his jokes as he adored her sense of humor. He always thought that they were very similar when it came down to corny jokes. She would tell the weirdest thing in the world and then laugh at herself. Harry thought she was a hilarious precious woman.

Harry loved the way she loved singing and dancing along to her favourite songs. It was entertaining to he catch her dancing around his house while listening to music. She would always scream and cuss, running away from him. Y/N loved all kinds of music, just like he does.

He adored how small she was compared to his height. Whenever she would let him hug her, she would always stand on her tiptoes. Which would always make him chuckle and hold her tighter to his chest.

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Code Yellow

A/N:  Thanks for the lovely ask! I thought this one would be easy to write, but it harder than I imagined. This time, my lovely writing friends jumped in with a ton of ideas on how to make the story realistic. Thank you, as always, my friends! ( @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry) I’m so appreciative that they let me hang out with them and that they share their honest opinions about my writing. They push me to be better every time. Go read their writing. You won’t be disappointed. 

I love my sister-in-law. Honestly, few people could have survived my Code Pink. Indeed, many had been ruthlessly eliminated from dating my brother early in the protocol. Plus, I’d been able to help Harry with his Code White when he was ready to propose to her. I’d heard all about the proposal once he decided she was The One, but honestly….she’s the best sister-in-law I could have asked for.

Whenever I’m bored or Michael is busy, I head over to my brother’s house, especially when he’s out of town on tour like he is now. My SIL and I get along as if we were born sisters. We laugh at the same things, and I love that she is always willing to listen to my stories about my cat or the latest piece I’m writing. Which is how I find myself at Harry’s house tonight. My little brother is out of tour with his second album; I think he’s somewhere in Asia tonight. Maybe Japan? Who knows? I can’t keep up with his schedule.

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anonymous asked:

Viktor is a barista at a coffee shop near where Yuuri works. Yuuri stops in each morning and they obviously notice each other -- there are jokes about spelling Yuuri's name wrong etc. But one morning Yuuri walks up to order and Viktor already knows his standard order and that makes Yuuri super anxious because he doesn't like people remembering him since it feels like a lot of attention so he stops going to the coffee shop in the morning... take it away :D

Yuri or Yuuri?

length: 1.6k; rating: all ages;

“So the barista is…”

Attractive, Yuuri’s mind finishes automatically. The barista is off-putting in simultaneously the best and worst possible ways. He’s off-putting in the best way because he’s gorgeous, silver-haired and blue-eyed and everything that Yuuri’s wildest dreams couldn’t even come up with. But he’s also off-putting in the worst way because the barista’s aforementioned attractiveness makes Yuuri’s words come out in awkward, pieced-together chunks that make him appear to be an idiot.

“…nice,” Phichit finishes his phrase, smiling knowingly at Yuuri.

“He’s nice,” Yuuri agrees, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand. He takes another sip of his drink.

Phichit takes the cup out of his hand, and Yuuri tries to grab it back, but his friend is squinting at the name written on it. Yuri. “He spells your name wrong.”

“Plenty of people do.”

“There’s no line right now. Why don’t I go correct him?”

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Saturdays (pt 1)

Genre: Fluff/Smut (in pt 2)

Member: Jungkook

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 4484

Summary: After three months of loneliness and insecurities while on tour, Jungkook comes home to you.

Part 2

This is just pure fluff tbh. But Part 2 will much more explicit (and will be posted within the next two or three days at most). Enjoy!


You weren’t sure exactly how long you’d been sitting on the window seat with your knees pulled into your chest, the cool wall leaching all the warmth from your spine through the thick material of your hoodie. All day you’d been lounging in the comfort of your apartment, basking in the calming serenity of the pouring rain pattering against the wide window. The view of the Seoul skyline piercing the gray swirling clouds above was beautiful in the most hazy and sleepy way, almost as if the entirety of South Korea had just woken up from a Saturday-afternoon nap and hadn’t yet wiped the sleep from its eyes.

Saturdays were one of your favorite days, mainly because you didn’t have to worry about your usual responsibilities of college and work. You preferred to spend most of your Saturdays at home to recharge before having to finish up any assignments you’d been procrastinating over on Sunday, and you often found yourself devoting Saturdays to pampering yourself. Eating whatever you wanted, messily slathering on a face mask, taking a long steaming bath to relax your tense muscles, the works. At that point in the day, you’d already cooked yourself chocolate chip pancakes (You woke up around 11:30am, but who’s to say pancakes have to be reserved solely for breakfast time?) while your favorite moisturizing mask was caked on your skin. You stuffed the fluffy, sweet deliciousness in your face ravenously as you binge-watched YouTube videos, the only worry you had being that you may not have enough syrup.

Now you sat, four hours later, curled up by the window, still sucked into the void that is YouTube and enjoying the melancholy rainfall that was baptizing the streets of Seoul.

As much as you loved Saturdays, you couldn’t help but feel sad that you’d spent so many without your boyfriend around to participate in the self-care. The two of you had made it a tradition to spend Saturdays together and bond over cartoons and unhealthy snacks. Even though he basically lived with you when he wasn’t forced to stay at the dorms or travel for a tour, Jungkook was insistent on coming over and talking about each of your weeks through mouthfuls of pizza.

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Can we trust everything we see in Killing Stalking?

I think the reason why I find Sangwoo to be more likable compared to other serial killers would be the fact that he seems so human even in the depths of his insanity: he clothed and showered Yoonbum, he fed him porridge in the beginning, he gave him medicine because of his crying, and we’ve seen him take Yoonbum up to the room to take care of him even when Yoonbum tried to poison the food. We’ve seen Sangwoo panic, we’ve seen him pretend and lie, got to know his honest and dark humorous side, was shown an inch of his tragic childhood, we understood he’s just not right in the head. Rather than being downright terrified of this guy, there’s a sense of charm and appeal we’re drawn to with just a little hint of fear and this kind of stumped me. Is Koogi making this a known fact by purposely making sure Sangwoo seems to do a least a little bit of good? A serial killer is manipulative and I wonder if we, the readers, are being manipulated as well…

But how? Then I went into thinking - how much can we trust ANYTHING in this manhwa? I mean, two of these characters aren’t completely mentally sane after all.

Let’s take a look towards my baby Yoonbum - 

Koogi made sure right off the bat, at the VERY beginning (even when we didn’t know about his certain hobby) that he wasn’t normal as well. He had this obsession with Sangwoo that lead to stalking tendencies such as finding out Sangwoo’s house and his combination, and we’ve known he held this torch for a very long time. Right, now then I realized most the chapters we read is in Yoonbum’s perspective and since we understood that Yoonbum’s not completely right in the head, so why should we trust anything we see of Sangwoo? 

BUT JAYNIA, ISN’T THIS A BIT FAR-FETCHED? YOONBUM DIDN’T VIEW SANGWOO LIKE THE GUY OF HIS DREAMS, SANGWOO WAS STILL SHOWN AS THE MONSTER THROUGHOUT ALL THE PRESENT CHAPTERS JUST LIKE HE SHOULD BE.

Yeah, you’re right. Even though Yoonbum isn’t normal, he’s also not as twisted as our muscle bunny, Sangwoo. However, Yoonbum’s imagination of Sangwoo had to be shattered mainly for the character development and plot drive and thus we can see how unreliable Yoonbum’s perspective can be because further along he shows hints of Stockholm syndrome and other characteristics of an abused victim - from Sangwoo’s image turning into something scary, to gentle, to loving, then vice versa. 

To further emphasize my point let’s bring in a supporting character that is no way involved with the relationship between Yoonbum and Sangwoo.

SEUNGBAE!

Why I find him to be more reliable in terms of perspective is that we got to know a bit more of his background as well and the most important one was that he used to be a detective. And as we know, detectives are usually keen to nonverbal cues such as face expressions and body language. Through Seungbae’s eyes, let’s see what Sangwoo looked like: 

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Kind of creepy, right? In Seungbae’s mind, we are given a suspicious and less-desirable Sangwoo. Is it because Seungbae’s experience as a detective has honed his skills in detecting something we couldn’t see through Yoonbum’s eyes? However, Seungbae too cannot be trusted as much.

Why? Because we were also shown in his background that despite being a detective, he was demoted to a regular patrol cop. This can be like a double-edged sword - maybe Seungbae is trying to see the evil in people to redeem his worth back up, after all, we have seen an emotional scene with a picture of Seungbae and an older man (dad?) in a picture that was crumbled in Seungbae’s fist. His arc is directed towards being a hero and from my previous readings, heroes can turn towards a thorny path even with good intentions - think of Light from Death Note. 

So what can I tell you in summary? 

Take everything with a pinch of salt. We’ve seen unreliable narration with Lolita, The Great Gatsby, Othello, etc. so I’m not surprised that in a psychological manhwa like KS we are also being pushed and pulled in a direction that we do not have control of. There are also some truths embedded in KS but the best convincing lies always have a bit of truth in them. 

I guess we’ll see in further chapters but this was just my two cents.

Drive In Confessions

Word Count: 1,711    

   A/N: This was requested by NoaCohen17 on Wattpad, i hope this is what you wanted!

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    It was the last night that the Drive In was going to be open, and as expected Jughead was upset. He had been a mess all night, although Y/N was the only one who knew it, he wouldn’t dare to show anyone else how he actually felt. They knew he was upset of course, but they never saw him cry over the matter like Y/N did, she was his absolute best friend and his crush. The Drive In had a final showing, and everyone left as soon as the movie was over, everyone except for Jughead and Y/N. They sat on the ground on a blanket discussing the next movie they were going to watch.    

    “Whats next?” Jughead asked quietly, and Y/N shrugged.    

    “Whatever you want Juggie, this is your night.” she said tenderly.    

    “No, its our night, this was our favourite hang out and its about to be demolished. This is just as much your night as it is mine.” he said, sniffling and trying to hold back tears. Y/N rubbed small circles on Jugheads back, and leaned her head on his shoulder, staring off at the screen.    

    “I honestly don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” she said, and Jughead nodded, standing up. He held out his hand to Y/N and she took it, and he pulled her up. She stumbled and crashed into his chest and he caught her, chuckling and staring down at her. She backed away and tried to hide her crimson blush, brushing herself off.    

    “Whats so funny, Chuckles?” she said, and Jughead laughed even more.     “Whats so funny? Maybe the fact that apparently you don’t know how to stand on two feet. Have you been standing long, princess?” he teased, and she blushed even more at the nickname.    

    “You’re an ass, why am I friends with you?” she asked, walking towards the film room.    

    “Because I’m your ass.” he called, walking after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around.    

    “Wow, cringe alert.” she said, and Jughead rolled his eyes.    

    “You know what I meant.” he said and she shrugged.    

    “Do I really?” she teased and he gave her a slight shove.    

    “Yes, you know me better than anyone.” he said in a serious tone, and she nodded.    

    “I better, I’m your best friend and I don’t want any secrets between us.” she said, and he nodded.    

    “Are you keeping any secrets from me?” he asked and she tensed up slightly.    

    “You don’t need to know.” she said, and grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away.    

    “Woah I don’t think so, you just said there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.” he said, staring down at her.    

    “"Are you keeping any secrets from me?” she asked cheekily, and he stared down at the floor. “Wow, your poker face really crumbles when it comes to me.” she teased.    

    “Yeah whatever.” he huffed. “We should probably get these secrets out of the way, shouldn’t we?” he asked and Y/N blushed, slowly nodding her head.     “Yeah, I guess.” she looked up at the raven haired boy. “You should probably go first.” she quickly added, earning a chuckle from the boy.    

    “Fine, I guess I will.” slowly he walked the rest of the way to the little shack at the back of the Drive In and stopped in front of the door and turned to face the (Y/H/C) haired girl. “Please don’t get mad at what I’m about to tell you.” he said quietly, and she looked at him worriedly.    

    “Okay…” she said. Slowly, he opened the door to the little room and let her peer inside. Her eyes fell onto a small mattress with blankets and clothes on it. She saw a few pictures around the small place, and she turned to face Jughead. “Are you…?”    

    “Yeah.” he said quietly. “You already know whats going on with my dad of course, but I got tired of it so I moved out. I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go so I came here.”    

    “What do you mean you had no where else to go, you could of come to live with me!” she exclaimed, and she saw his face fall even more. “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, its just you could have come and stayed with me. You know that right?” she said quietly, grabbing onto his shoulder and forcing him to look at her.    

    “Your parents wouldn’t of allowed it.” he said, and it was her turn to spill a secret.    

    “About that.” she said, giving a nervous laugh. “I don’t exactly live with my parents anymore.” she said, and he looked at her wide eyed. “Please don’t tell the others, they’d take over my house and throw a party, and I cant stand seeing people at our school already, I don’t need to hate them at my house as well.” she said and Jughead laughed.    

    “I wont, I promise, but what do you mean you don’t live with them anymore?” he asked.    

    “Well, as you know my parents aren’t all that great either. You know how they were never home and I practically take care of myself anyways, so I got a job and moved out of my house. I’m in a small two bedroom one bathroom apartment and its super cheap but kind of shitty but hey, its better than living with parents who don’t care about me.  At least this way I have a reason to take care of myself, and its my own roof so its my own rules.” she said. Jughead slowly nodded his head.    

    “Why didn’t you tell me before, you have to be careful Y/N, theres a murderer on the loose and having you alone scares me.”’ he said worriedly and she giggled.    

    “You’re the one to talk, this place has the shittiest locks ever, I could kick down your door in .02 seconds. And I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d freak out.” she said, and he nodded his head in agreement.    

    “Touché.” he said.    

    “Anything else you have to take off your chest?” she asked, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms across her chest.    

    “Well, there is one thing, but I don’t know if I want to say anything.” he said and she rolled her eyes.    

    “Come on, you can tell me.” she said, and Jughead sighed. “Wait, don’t tell me, I think I know what it is.”      

    “"What?” he asked, tensing up. There was no way she would know, is there?    

    “You’re an alcoholic.” she said seriously, and Jughead shook his head. Y/N giggled. “I know that’s not it, you’re just taking way too long to tell me whats actually up.”    

    “I didn’t find it very funny.” he said, staring down at the ground.      

    “Wow, and there goes your sense of humor. Seriously Juggie, whats up, just tell me.” she pleaded. A sudden burst of confidence coursed through Jughead and he took a deep breath.      

    “Fine, here it goes.” he started, and Y/N perked up. Jughead took a few steps forward until he was right in front of Y/N. His gaze fell upon her face, and she looked up questioningly up at him.      

    “Jughead, what’s going on, I thought you were going to…” she trailed off as Jugheads gaze went from her eyes to her lips, and she quickly caught on to what was about to happen. “Oh…” she said as he started to lean down. He paused right before his lips met hers.      

    “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning out across her face, sending shivers up her back. She stood on her toes, closing the gap between the two of them. They stood there for what felt like hours, his lips on hers. pouring every emotion they could into this one kiss. Y/N finally pulled away breathlessly, staring up at the handsome raven haired boy that stood in front of her.

    “Thats quite a secret you’ve been holding onto.” she joked, earning a smirk from Jughead.      

    “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like you were keeping the same one.” he said, grabbing her hands and leaning down close to her again.    

    “Its a shame you didn’t tell me earlier.” she whispered and Jughead chuckled, moving to close the gap between them. She quickly pulled away, moving towards the shelves of movies, searching for one to watch. Jughead watched as she looked through the films, and she slowly turned around smirking.      

    “You’re such a tease.” he said, walking towards her.      

    “Not a tease, just impatient to watch our last movies here.” she stated bluntly, still smiling. “We have our whole lives to celebrate our little secret, but we only havetonight to celebrate the Drive In.” Jughead nodded, looking through the movies as well. He pulled out (Y/F/M) and showed it to her, and she lit up.      

    “My favourite!” she exclaimed, and he laughed. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to watch?” she asked, and he nodded.      

    “I don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” he said, and she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. Jughead set the movie up, and it started rolling.    

    “Well then, shall we?” she asked, holding out her hand.      

    “We shall.” he said, taking it. They exited the small shack and Jughead turned to close the door.      

    “You do realize I’m being serious about you living with me.” Y/N said, walking back towards their spot. Jughead watched her as she walked backwards, smiling at him. Sure he was heartbroken about this being the last night he had at the Drive In, but this night still was a good one. He may be loosing one important part of his life, but he gained another, and he felt like Y/N was going to make it all okay. For once in a long time, he felt happy, truly happy.      

    “I never doubted it.” he called, jogging to catch up with her. She plopped down on the blanket and Jughead sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her. She snuggled into his side, and they sat there in silence, enjoying the last night there in eachothers company.


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Knit and Lace

Prompt: Family/Pink
Warning: NSFW!

Inuyasha knew he hated Kagome for an irrational reason. She couldn’t help the fact that she looked like the ex that stomped on his heart ‘til it was ground meat. But, it was the principle of it all.

“I’d really like it if you put your differences aside to get along with her,” Miroku said beseechingly. “Sango and I are getting married, and you two are going to play a huge part in it.”

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Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

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“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

I Hate You/ You Love Me (Josh Dun) SMUT

Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation


Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: Blowjob, Sexy Pictures (Is that even a real warning?) 

Request:  I would like to request a little smutty thingy about josh getting a boner and getting all flustered and Tyler and a bunch of his friends notice and mess with him. For the setting it can be whatever you please, or what works best, but I was thinking about a really packed car with no room, and a really bumpy road…  

* I hope you like it. I’ve never written a blowjob scene before (or at least from start to finish and that’s all that’s happening. Also, I know the beginning got a little carried away but I’d been wanting to write something like that for a while now and thought your request would be a good one to write it with. Hope you enjoy :) *



Josh and Tyler had been recording a lot over the last week which had left you to spend time with some of your friends that you rarely got to see because of work. You were vacuuming the floor of your small rented house when your phone went off. Checking it, you saw Nyssa, one of your best friends who you’d met in college (A/N she’s an OC. If your name’s Nyssa, feel free to change her name.) Heyyyy so I’m entering a photography contest and want to know if I can use you as a model, the message said. You thought for a moment. Josh wouldn’t be home until around 5 pm and it was 10 am now.

Sure, you replied.

Awesome can I come to your place in an hour? She asked.

Yep see you then. You responded. You rushed around the house, picking up to make sure it was presentable. You didn’t do much in the lines of getting ready because you didn’t know anything about the shoot. But knowing Nyssa, you knew she was coming prepared with whatever she’d want you to use.

Sure enough an hour later there was a knock on your door which you opened to find Nyssa hauling a ton of photography equipment. Her camera was around her neck, on each shoulder she had a bag filled to the brim with who knows what, and under her right arm was a tripod. You quickly grabbed the tripod from her and gently set it on the couch, “Why don’t you ever ask for help!” You laughed. She dropped the bags on the floor and kicked them out of the doorway sighing.

“I am a very capable human being, thank you very much.” She smiled and leaned forward hugging you. She clapped her hands together excitedly, “Now, let’s get started!” Her brown eyes gleamed excitedly, her very curly blonde hair tied up into a messy ponytail. Over the next three hours she dressed you up in various outfits and made you pose in front of various backdrops she hung up in your living room. You did some shots at the park down the street. Everything was beautiful and dramatic.

Afterwards, she showed you the pictures she took of you and they were absolutely breathtaking. Looking at them, you found it shocking that you were as beautiful as you were in the pictures. You looked gorgeous and you almost couldn’t believe it was you. You sighed, “These are amazing.” You told Nyssa absolutely dumbfounded.

“You’re the gorgeous model.” She grinned. She bit her lip and looked at the clock, “So… earlier you said Josh gets home at 5:00?”

You nodded, “Yeah, why?”

The look on Nyssa’s face made you nervous. What was she up to? Her devious smirk definitely made you unnerved. She bit her thumb and raised an eyebrow seductively, “Wanna have a little fun with him?”

Your eyes widened. What was she suggesting? Your mind went straight to a threesome and you weren’t down for that, “Oh um… look Nyssa, I don’t- we don’t really… I mean you’re a great friend but I don’t think that-”

She laughed at you, reading your mind, “Chill out girly. I’m not trying to get on your action. My photography professor wants me to ‘expand my horizons’ and ‘get out of my comfort zone.’ So if you want, we can take some naughty photos of you before he gets home.”

You smirked. You loved seeing Josh break his normal sweet, childish, and innocent demeanor. You hadn’t seen that other side of him for a while. “I mean, are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “I’m the one who suggested it. So I’m guessing you’re down?”

You bit your lip nervously but excitedly, “Yeah.” You’d never done anything like this.

Nyssa shoved you to your room and followed you in, “Ok so we gotta turn this boy on. What can we do? What gets him going?” She asked. You thought for a moment.

“I got it.” You said mischeviously. You walked into your shared room and quickly changed searching for the sexiest bra and panty set you owned, lacy burgundy boyshort panties and burgundy mega push-up bra. Over it you put your shortest shorts and one of Josh’s black muscle shirts. Nyssa curled your hair and you threw on one of Josh’s snapbacks and a pair of your Doc Martens.

When you walked out Nyssa’s jaw dropped, “Gosh dang girl you make me question if I’m straight dressed like that.” She joked. You knew she was joking, this was just her sense of humor, but you still blushed. “Let’s get started! So I was thinking we could do a gradual sort of strip thing. So come stand over here.” She led you by the shoulders until you were standing in front of the black sheet she’d hung up. She told you to put your thumbs in the large holes of the muscle tank and pull it forward. You did, thumbs meeting in the middle so your bra was hanging out on either side. She moved some of your bangs in front of your eye and told you to bite your lip. She snapped the picture. When you saw it, it gave you tingles. You felt sexy just looking at it. The seductive look you’d given the camera was so believable.

“Ok, so I was wondering, does Josh have a drum set here?”

“He has a practice set. It’s not a full out drum kit, just like pads so he can practice without making too much noise.” You told her. Nyssa shrugged.

“Good enough.” You led her over to the spare room Josh kept his drum kit in. “Ok, so take your shirt off and sit like your ready to play.” You listened to her, not even embarrassed to take your shirt off in front of her. You’d changed in front of each other many times. You picked up the drumsticks and fiddled with them a little. “Okay, now stand up and lean slightly to the right. Good, now put the drumsticks over your head like he does.” You listened. She walked over to you and tugged your shorts down a little so your v-line was showing. She snapped another picture.

You guys moved back to the front room in front of the black sheet. You took the hat off and scrunched up part of your hair, giving the camera that weirdly sexy seductive snarl. Another flash. Now came the awkward half of this. “Okay, so now can you face the screen and bend over keeping your legs and back straight so your butt sticks out? But pull your shorts down to your thighs so your stripping.” Awkwardly, you did as you were told as she took a picture of your butt.

A few more pictures were taken. One of you in your underwear sitting on a chair with your legs spread, one of Josh’s drumsticks held between your teeth like he does so often. One of you crawling on the floor towards the camera, the shot focusing majorly on your cleavage.

Looking at the clock you saw it was 3:58. Nyssa had finally decided she’d taken enough pictures of you. While you got dressed back into the short shorts and Josh’s shirt, she logged into your computer and downloaded all of the pictures she’d taken of you. You e-mailed them to yourself and saved them on your phone before sending the first one with the most clothes on to him. “Thanks so much Nyssa.” You told her.

“No, thank you. I needed a model and you were perfect.” She told you.

*Josh’s Point Of View*

I sat on the couch laughing with Tyler and a few other guys when my phone buzzed in the thin pocket of my basketball shorts. I grabbed it and checked the message. It was a picture from Y/N. It was probably another meme. I opened it and it was most definitely not a meme. It was a picture of Y/N. She was wearing my shirt and had the sleeves pulled to middle of her chest, her breasts clearly popping out of her bra. Her shorts were so short that even though I only had a view of the front of her, I knew her butt was hanging out of the back. She also had one of my snapbacks on. Her hair was curled and her makeup accentuated her E/C. I felt my breath hitch when I saw it. “Dude, you ok?” Tyler’s voice asked.

I shook my head to focus, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I texted her back, What are you doing???

A few minutes later there was another buzz. I opened it to find another picture of her but she was shirtless, doing the leaning drumstick pose I did behind my practice drum kit. I groaned a little, Babe that’s super sexy but stop. I’m with the guys.

I got a response a few minutes later from her: I’m just giving you a preview of what you can have when you get home. Another picture was attached. I was so entranced by it that I barely heard Tyler’s voice, “Josh, are you sure you’re ok?”

I smiled awkwardly, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“Okay, well we were thinking about heading out. But some of the guys need a ride home. Is it cool with you if we drop them off on the way?” Ty asked. I groaned internally. I really just wanted to get home to Y/N, especially if she was still dressed like that.

Despite what I really wanted, I nodded, “That’s cool. Let’s go.” I said standing up. Darn, why’d I have to carpool with Tyler today?

Since I was one of the smallest guys in the group I got stuck in the middle of the backseat. Sandwiched between two guys who felt like they were twice my size, I set my hands on my knees. After a few minutes of driving, another buzz. This time it was a picture of Y/N. Well it was her butt. She was pulling her shorts down, sticking her butt out. I shifted uncomfortably. She was absolutely sexy and gorgeous in every way and my body was definitely reacting to it. Hoping nobody would notice, I moved my hands to my lap to try and conceal the bulge. Of all the days she decided to send me sexy pictures for the first time, it had to be the day I was wearing basketball shorts. You are so beautiful but stop. I’m not exactly in the best spot right now to deal with what you’re doing to me.

Y/N was probably smirking smugly at the text. She knew she had some inhuman power over me. She was like a siren except she didn’t try to kill me at the end. I looked around the car nervously. Everyone seemed occuppied in conversation. Good because I would never hear the end of it if they saw the tent in my pants. I began to tap my foot anxiously when another buzz. You know you don’t really want me to stop. Nobody’s making you open the pictures ;)  She was right. But she was so captivating. I wasn’t going to torture myself anymore. I was just about to turn my phone off when Mark leaned over from next to me and peeked onto my screen before I could press the button.

His eyes got wide, “Geez Josh, is that Y/N? No wonder you’ve been acting strange the last twenty minutes!” I quickly hid the screen. Oh gosh, what had he seen? I didn’t look at the picture he saw yet… maybe he just saw her naked. All of the guys turned around to look at me as I carefully tried to peek at the picture without anyone else seeing it. She was sitting with her legs spread and a drumstick in her mouth.

When I noticed everyone’s eyes were on me I laughed nervously, trying to hid my phone in my lap. But of course the guy to my right snatched it out of my hand. I honestly didn’t even know this guy, he was some friend of Mark’s who was interested in the music industry and been invited over to see how the whole process went. His eye gawked wide at her body. The notification went off again and I snatched it back, not wanting him to see Y/N naked. “Dude, that’s my girlfriend.” I told him seriously. He put his hands up defenseevley.

Suddenly there was hard bump and Tyler groaned in frustration from the driver’s seat, “Stupid potholes. Sorry guys. This road sucks.” Another bump. Tyler was up front and jokingly started humming  the tune to ‘Tear In My Heart’ when he sings I’m driving here I sit; cursing my government; for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement. I leaned my head back trying to remember the pictures that were on my phone. I couldn’t wait to get home to her. This was going to be a long ride. Another bump.

Looking to my left I saw Mark with his face red trying to avert his attention from me. “What?” I asked.

He just shook his head and nodded downwards a little bit, covering the smirk on his face. Looking down I realized just how prominent my hard on was. Of course that’s when the obnoxious guy to my right looked over and noticed my… situation. “Dude, I would too if I had been getting those pictures all day.” I shot him a look that I very rarely gave anyone.

“What’s going on? I feel so left out.” Tyler joked, glancing back from the driver’s seat.

“Nothing. It’s n-noth-” I stumbled.

“Josh’s girl is sending him some sexy shots and he’s having a fun time with it.” The annoying guy said. I sighed, annoyed at him.

I endured almost thirty more minutes of getting made fun of, even after it went away for the most part. Finally, it was my stop and I got out of the car, thanking Tyler for the ride and walked up to mine and Y/N’s apartment.

*Your Point Of View*

You were sitting on the couch reading a book when Josh walked through the door. Nyssa left a little while ago, taking all of her equipment with her, but you didn’t change your outfit. You glanced up from your book and smiled at him, standing up and making sure to accentuate every asset you had in doing so, “Hey babe. How was practice?” You asked.

Josh looked unamused but you could also tell he was definitely into what you were doing. “Great until, oh you know, you started sending me naughty photos.”

“You didn’t like them?” You asked, faking insult but still keeping that teasing seductive tone.

You ran your hands up and down his biceps before sneaking them up his t-shirt. He shuddered a little under your touch. “Believe me I liked them. Maybe a little too much.” He said trying to focus on being irritated but he was failing miserably. “I hate you.” He joked, finally cracking a small smile.

“You love me.” You glanced down to see the tent in his shorts becoming more prominent. You leaned in close to his ear, standing on your tiptoes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your friends. Maybe I can make it up to you.” Your hand glided between your bodies that were pressed close together and you slipped your fingers in the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding them down his legs until he stepped out of them. Standing back up on your tiptoes you placed a feather light kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, he leaned forward trying to follow your lips but you put your hand firmly on his chest. You grabbed a fistful of the fabric and led him over to the couch where you pushed him to sit down.

You ran your finger tips lightly over his thighs, slowly getting closer to where he wanted you most. You grabbed the bottom of his boxer-briefs, pulling them down his legs and taking them off. “Quit being such a tease.” He chuckled lowly, trying to not sound rude or demanding. Sweet, innocent, polite Josh. You listened, pumping him until he was fully hard. He groaned and ran his hands over his face when you sat up on your knees, taking his tip in your mouth and running your tongue around it. “Oh my…” He moaned before it became incoherent.

You took him as far as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest in perfect rhythm. You hummed around his length and made the sexiest noises in response. His hand went to your hair, gripping tight but not tight enough to hurt. Glancing up at him you could tell that it took everything in his power to not guide your head faster. You picked up the pace, one hand going up to play with his balls. He let go of your hair and gripped tightly onto the couch cushion. Josh leaned his head back and let out a strangled moan when you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Y/N…”

You pulled back slowly while humming until you took him out of your mouth. You licked along the bottom of his shaft, cock twitching in your hands and you knew he was close. You repeated this few times before pumping his length quickly, the mix precum and spit allowing your hand to glide over it smoothly. Josh was a sexy mess, moaning your name into his hand. “I’m gonna cum babe.” He barely managed, giving you warning enough to replace your hands with your mouth, tongue teasing him to orgasm as he came into your mouth. You swallowed, pumping his length to help him ride out his high. When you were done, you looked up too see his pink hair sticking to his forehead and his chest was rising rapidly.

You got up and curled up next to him, “I really am sorry for embarrassing you earlier. I just wanted to have a little fun.” You told him sincerely.

He reached down and pulled his boxers back up before pulling you close to him, “Don’t worry about it babe. You more than made up for it.” He laughed a little. Josh leaned down and kissed your forehead and you snuggled deeper into his side. You just wanted to be near him. As you felt him calm down, a sense of calm and relaxing fell over you too. Before you knew it, your eyes had drifted closed. After a few minutes Josh whispered, “I love you.” His calloused fingers gently raked through your mostly fallen out curls.

You smiled to yourself, eyes still closed, “I know.” You joked and felt him laugh a little under your body.

Bringer of Storms, Destroyer of worlds.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 1,930
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 3 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



At work, Jared didn’t let himself get too close to you. He skirted past Jensen’s questions, changing the subject without being obvious as much as he could.

During free time in Vancouver, he spent what he could getting to know River. He’d told you after an afternoon of pizza and movies while you ran errands, that he hoped his other kids grew up to be as wild and carefree as River had. He loved his sense of humor, loved how he smiled through anything, and always looked for the good in a situation. Loved his quick wit that was beyond his years. And you loved that Jared was so taken with his son.

But back home in Texas, it was different. He had assured Gen that there was nothing between you and him, but as far as she knew, your son was just that. Your son. He never mentioned River to her. Never brought it up after the phone call. She had called to talk to Jensen about it, to ease her worries. “They barely talk at work. Sometimes she sits with us to eat, but as far as I know, that’s it.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

He chuckled softly. “I get it. Don’t worry, okay. He loves you more than anything.”

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Jealousy Pt4

Word Count: 1111

    A/N:  this one is cute and I like it! Also I decided that what the hell, I’m gonna keep going with this series because I have a few more ideas I have for it. Also please let me know what you think and if you have any requests let me know! I’d be happy to write some of them! Much love

    “I’m going to give you a week to fix things with her before I come in and take her for my own. You better hope she takes you back.” Archie said before leaving.


                          ________

    Jughead seemed desperate to get Y/N back, or to at least get her to talk to him. He had called her nonstopFriday through Wednesday and she ignored all of them, even though it hurt her. She ignored him in the halls, and didn’t sit with her friends at lunch, although Archie told her that he stopped sitting there after Monday. He said something about Jughead saying he’s not going to be the reason she didn’t see her friends.

    Betty had already apologized way too many times and Y/N was quick to forgive her. Betty was just confused about Archie, although apparently Betty knew that Archie and her almost kissed. Y/N blushed when Betty brought it up, and apologized as well, but Betty said it was fine. Although Betty seemed to still tense up at the mention of Y/N and Archie, but Y/N just blew it off.

    Laying on her bed, Y/N replayed memories of her and Jughead together. Their daily trips to the diner, nights at the drive in before it shut down, lying down next to him in bed binge watching their favourite tv shows together. She missed his sarcastic sense of humor, the way his hair curled out of his beanie, his smirk he’d give her before they were about to break some laws in the name of justice to find out what happened to Jason. She missed the way he’d blush when she called him handsome after he jokingly bashed on himself, the way he’d hold her when she was sad or upset, the way he’d look in her eyes and stare just a little too long. She missed Jughead, terribly.

    As she thought back on their friendship, Y/N started to realize all the signs she’d missed, all the things that pointed to the fact that Jughead truly did love her, and he had for awhile. He was always there for her, he was her rock and without him beside her the past week she felt like she was slowly losing her mind. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. She needed Jughead, and she needed him now.

Fuck it. She picked up her phone and opened up the messages under Jugheads name. As she started to type, a text message popped up.

Juggie: who are you texting there? ;)

    Y/N turned to the door in her room and there stood Jughead.

    “How the hell did you-”

    “I still have the key you gave me, I used to live here with you, remember?” he teased. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared down at her hands, suddenly feeling very awkward.

    “So why’d you come over?” She asked breaking the silence.

    “I wanted to talk but if you want me to go I-”

    “No!” she practically yelled. Her face turned red at the realization of how desperate she sounded. “I mean… I-I don’t mind if you want to stay-you know if you want..to.” she stammered, and Jughead laughed. He sat beside her on the bed, and for a minute they sat in silence again.

    “I’m sorry.” he said. Y/N looked up at him and found him staring at her. His eyes pierced into hers with a gentle and loving passion, one that she had seen many times and mistaken it as a friendly look, but knew now it meant something more.

    “There’s no need to be.” she said, grabbing his hand.

    “Yes, there is. I hurt you not once but twice in a week. I’m a shitty friend and I’m scared that if we go any further with this relationship I’ll be a shitty boyfriend.” he confessed.

    “So you don’t want to..” Y/N trailed off.

    “That’s not what I mean, I guess…” Jughead stammered over his words, trying to push himself to say what was on his mind. “I love you, Y/N. I should have told you that a long time ago, and I totally understand if I’ve waited too long to tell you.” Y/N sat on the bed in shock. She was unable to speak, or move. She just stared at Jughead.

    “I-uh. Erm…” Y/N shook herself out of her trance, and grabbed Jugheads face and pulled his lips into hers. One of Jugheads hands flew to cup her cheek and the other landed itself on her waist. Neither of them wanted to break the kiss, but finally when the need for air became too much, Y/N pulled away. She opened her eyes to find Jughead with a smile on his face. It was the happiest she had seen him in awhile.

    “So you’ve got nothing to say to me?” Jughead teased.

    “I love you too, Juggie.” Y/N said, smiling up at the raven haired boy.

    “So does this mean we’re, like together now?” Jughead asked, quite shyly. Y/N leaned over and kissed him again, and Jughead pulled her so that she was laying on top of him. He was the one to break the kiss this time, and Y/N laid down beside him, looking up at him.

    “Sure, I mean if you’re even sure you want to be my boyfriend still.” she jokingly said. Jughead wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him.

    “Trust me, I do. And I have for a long time now.” he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Y/N sat up at the sound of the front door opening, and looked down at Jughead.

    “Did someone come here with you?” she asked him. Jughead sat up as well, and looked at her with a confused expression.

    “No, are you expecting someone?”

Y/N shook her head and jumped off the bed, grabbing the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon. Jughead got up as well, and stood in front of Y/N by the door. They both heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and Jughead took the makeshift weapon from Y/N and held it up.

    “Stay behind me.” Jughead whispered. The door handle to the bedroom door started to turn and Jughead got ready to swing. The door flew open, and Jughead dropped the makeshift weapon and Y/N put her hand over her heart, gasping.

    “What the hell! You scared the shit out of us! How’d you even get in?” she yelled at the intruder.

    “And what are you doing here?” Jughead asked coldly.


Originally posted by cbsnforeverandalways

Entering the park, you strip away the layers of your vision.

Gone is the default public layer which would tell you where you are, what time it is, what the weather is going to be, where to walk to best avoid crowds. Gone is the layer provided by the park specifically, which would attach to each bird and tree a label indicating its species and providing various fun facts, and which would show you the history of each bench and sculpture. Gone are the social media layers giving windows into the lives of your friends, gone are the couple of augmented reality games that are normally an ambient presence in your life. You keep on an emergency layer, so that if someone needs to contact you or there’s a disaster, you’ll know. But otherwise reality is stripped down to its bottom layer, the shared physical world you can’t choose to opt out of.

You sit down on a bench. Nearby, on what used to be a basketball court, a group of teenagers are playing a game. With all your layers off, you can only see half of what’s going on: You can see the players running around, but not the game world which coordinates and motivates their actions. Judging by their yelling and their gestures, you infer that they’re working together to defeat some large monster by casting spells at it.

One of the kids crouches and then jumps eight feet straight into the air. You’re not old, but you’re old enough that this seems strange, all these human bodies doing things that human bodies can’t do. It’s often said that such augmentations are improvements on evolution’s work (the less blasphemous cousin of an older boast) but you know that that’s not really true. Modified bodies like the child’s consume more calories and are more damage-prone. In an environment like the one their ancestors evolved in, they would probably have starved to death or been immobilized by injury. Now, food is plentiful and deadly injuries are rare, so such concerns are less of an issue. It’s not that augmented bodies are better than unmodified ones in an objective sense, just that they’re optimized for a drastically different world.

For all the yelling of the children and chirping of the birds, there’s a certain quietness to the world stripped bare of its extraneous layers. Watching a small flock of birds peck at birdseed someone scattered in the grass before you arrived, there’s a certain… You don’t want to say realness: You know better than to pretend that the things that happen in the other layers are unreal, and you’ve only recently kicked the habit of calling the base layer “the real world”. You don’t want to say authenticity: You’re pretty sure those are starlings, you know the whole stupid story of how they came to be in North America, and there’s nothing authentic about it. But there’s a concreteness, at least, in knowing that those birds exist for everyone in the park, and not just for you.

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mr. neighbour || 13

Genre: Neighbour!Jungkook
Notes: I finally finished! I should be studying for my exams, but I procrastinated a bit to finish this up. Thank you for waiting! You guys are the real MVPs :D ALSO, it’s not Jaewoo!
Series: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12


You and Jungkook went back to being just neighbours, just like it had been from the very beginning before that fateful drunken night. Rarely did you see him and if the both of you somehow bumped into each other, your gaze was downcast and your earphones were stuck in your ears to avoid him. He was the same way.

Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. The season was beginning to change from fallen leaves and frigid temperatures to blossoming buds on tree branches and warmer nights. Despite the passing days, the hole in your chest remained the same. Some days you half expected to hear that familiar knocking on your door and other days your heart would jump up into your throat when your phone buzzed. The disappointment would settle quickly after though. The pain of losing a love and a really great friend at the same time was still too fresh, no matter how hard you tried to keep it away.

But time waited for no one, and life would move on with or without you. That was the cruel reality. What little hope you had in the depths of your heart dimmed and withered away, leaving behind a hole instead.

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oh my god I have no excuse?? this is the first fic I’ve posted in months and its not even good!! I was considering not posting it at all but idkit took so long I felt like I had to.

remember that AU idea I had where JD and Veronica are dating, and Veronica’s grandparents don’t believe Veronica is really bisexual, so she pretends to be in a poly relationship with JD and Heather Chandler? ya that’s this thing. also there is a tiny hint of chansaw? because I’m always a slut for Heather shamelessly flirting with Veronica, especially in front of JD lmao.  I hope it entertains u!

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The Northrop Frye Theory of A Song of Ice and Fire (or, why you can be certain this series won’t have a downer ending)

The affinity between the mythical and the abstractly literary illuminates many aspects of fiction, especially the more popular fiction which is real enough to be plausible in its incidents and yet romantic enough to be a “good story,” which means a clearly designed one. (p 139)

This quote comes from Northrop Frye’s 1957 essay “Archetypal Criticism” in his book Anatomy of Criticism: Four Essays. An influential Canadian literary critic, Fye is especially known for his work on William Blake. I’d been familiar with his theory of the four mythoi (generalized story patterns) since high school, and while reading A Song of Ice and Fire I became convinced that Martin has to be aware of it as well. Thus I decided to read the entire essay it comes from to test the idea (not an easy task; it’s 110 pages of very dense text), and that conviction has grown to the point that I want to write the man to ask him directly.

Of course, it doesn’t entirely matter if Martin has read Frye’s work, because his mythoi are archetypes. Frye’s theory of archetypes doesn’t necessitate a collective unconscious like Jung’s; rather, he’s talking about the cultural legacy Western society has inherited primarily from Hellenistic and Biblical traditions, the tropes and symbols we all recognize instinctively. It’s part of our cultural unconscious, the background noise we’ve all received since childhood.

There’s a lot in this essay that could be applicable to aSoIaF, such as how wolves and dragons are classic archetypes of evil or at least dangerous and untamed nature, or how literature versus mythology gives you more freedom to subvert archetypal meaning, but I want to focus on his idea of mythos, and how he argues that there are four major mythoi, comedy, romance, tragedy, and irony, and that they archetypally correspond to the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

You should already be able to guess a little of where this is going.

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My Club (Alec x Reader) Imagine

You sat on your couch as you watch everyone dancing and partying around you. There were so many different species here. You spotted Mundanes, Vampires, Warlocks, Foresakens and Shadowhunters. Wait shadowhunters you thought. Why were they here? You got up from you seat with your drink in hand and made your way towards them.

“The last time I checked I don’t remember anyone inviting shadowhunters to this club” You spoke as you appeared in front of them.

“They didn’t now move” A blonde haired boy said as he pushed passed you with three more shadowhunters following him. You started to follow them when they all suddenly stop. Quickly the blonde boy was in front of you.

“Stop following us” He spoke

“What are you doing here?” you questions

“You don’t need to know” He said

‘Jace she proably knows where he is ask her” A redheaded girl told him.

“Are you a warlock?” The blonde haired boy who you figuerd was Jace asked you.

“I am but what does that mean to you shadowhunter boy” you tease

“Magnus Bane do you know him?” Jace once again asked.

“Nope doesn’t ring a bell” you said as you turned around “Now get out of my club” you started to walk away when an arm grabbed you pulling you back. It was Jace.

‘Your club? The last time we checked it was Magnus Bane’s” Jace said. You looked around them, they had you trapped in.

“Well it’s not anymore” you rolled your eyes hoping they wold let you go but they wouldn’t.

“Your lying” A black hair girl said

“What if I am? It shouldn’t matter to you where a warlock is” You sass back

“We need his help with something” The other boy spoke “He’s not in trouble, so where is he? It’s his club so he must be here”

“Like I told you already this is my club too he’s no-“ you were saying but the redhead cut you off.

“Wait your club too? You never said that early” You cursed in your mind that you let that slip out in front of them. How could you be so stupid.

“Oops must of forgot” you said with a grinned “ I owned this club with Magnus”

“So you do know where he’s to” Jace yelled

“Not at the moment, I say he gone off with one of his lovers but I’m not sure so leave me a message and he will get back to you” you spoke as you took a sip of your drink.

“We need him now not later” the redhead girl demanded

“Well I can’t hel-“ you started to say but stopped when your vision started to get burry.Why was this happening?

“You put something in my drink” you yelled soon your feet gave out from under you and the black haired boy caught you.

“Why did we do this again” the boy asked

“We need to know where Magnus is’ Jace told him

 

  You woke up in a strange room. Soon everything came back to you.Those damn shadowhunters. You should of known they would pull something like this.

“Look at who’s awake” Jace said

“Who are you?” you asked

“You don’t need to know that” He answerd

“Well Jace since I know you, you might as well tell me who your fellows shadowhunters are”

“How do you know that?”

“You don’t need to know that, names?”

“Clary” the redheaded girl

“Isabelle” the other girl said

“Alec” the black haired boy said

 “That’s great. I’m not going to tell you where Magnus is so you might as well stop trying” you said standing up onto your feet. Truth is you didn’t really know where he was but they didn’t seen to care.

“Please we’ll do anything” Clary bregged

“What do you need his help with?” you questioned. There had to be a good reason if they were going through all of this trouble.

“Our friend that’s a werewovle got hurt and Bane is the only one that can help”

“Why him”

‘His magic is the only one powerful enough” Maybe you can help them you thought. After all you were warlock too with the same power.

“I’ll do it” you said

“Your not Magnus” Alec replied

“But I am a Bane” you told them “My magic is the same as my brother it will still work”

“Magnus has a sister?” Izzy asked

‘Yes and I’m right in front of you, never saw that one coming did you?” you laugh. All of them stood there in shock looking at you. You didn’t know if it was because you were Magnus sister or was it your weird sense of humor. Who cared anyway.

“Are we going to go or what?” you asked.

‘Yeah lets go” Isabelle said as they left, with you following not to far behind them.

 

  “Nice place you got here” Alec said while looking down at you while you crushed up spices for the spell.

“I’m trying to save your friend life and your talking about how nice my house is?” you laugh while Alec turned the color of a tomato. “Can you hand me some of those tea leaves?” you asked pointing towards the ones you wanted. Alec walked over to get them and handed to you while asking

 “Are you sure this going to work?”

“Yeah it’s one of Magnus spell I’ve seen him used it before.Trust me I know what I’m doing”

‘You seems different”

“What do you mean?” you questioned

“When we first got to you earlier you seems like a different person. Like you didn’t really care about anything. You had this whole evil vibe about you” Alec told you.

“Yeah I could see that, I guess when I’m protecting something like my brother and my club I put on a fake act so no one would really get me.” You made your way over to the sofa where their friend Luke was laying. You sat down in front of him and started to wave your hand over him, you were started to heal him as you could see the purple smoke that was coming from your hands. After a while you could feel your energy starting to fade.

“Alec come here” you yelled as he made his way over towards you. “Sit please” You grabbed ahold of his hand when he sat. “I’m sorry I need some of your energy I hope you don’t mind”

“If it helps him I don’t care” Without Alec’s energy you didn’t know if you could do it so when he let you, it took a weight off of your shoulders. Soon you were done and when you finally remove your hands you fell right back on Alec.

“I’m sorry” you said slowly as you try to get up.

“Hey don’t worry about it, just rest” you didn’t even have time to argued as you eyes slowly shut as you fell alseep with your head resting on Alec’s shoulder.

 

  “Alec we told you to help her, not sleep with her” Jace said as him and Clary enter into the house. Alec glared up at the boy.

“She resting, after all she used up all of her energy healing Luke.” He said as he pointed towards the man on the sofa.

“LUKE” Clary yelled as run over to the man laying down.

“Quite” Alec said “She’s sleeping”

“Oh what does Alec have a crush” Jace tease

“Shut it” Alec said. Right after that your eyes started to flutter open. You sat up from leaning against Alec. Your first thought was to look over at Alec

“Thank you” You said as you got up and walking over to a now sitting up Luke with Clary. He looked fine and you were happy that the spell worked.

“How are you feeling” You asked Luke handing him a drink from your table.

“I’m good,thank you for helping” He said as he sipped the drink.

“No worries, I have magic might as well do something useful with it every once and a while”

“Warlock? He questioned

“Oh yes, sorry I forgot you were out of it when I met you. My names Y/N Bane” you told him as you held out for him to shake his hand. He shook it back and asked “Would I be able to leave? I have a pack that needs me.”

“Yes you can leave, but try and take it easy for the next little bit”

“Don’t worry he will” Clary said for him as she helped him put on his jacket. Jace walked over to help the two and to also help them leave. As they left Jace said “Help the girl clean up Alec”.

“What do you need me to do” Alec asked

“Umm” you said looking around. You really didn’t need any help, you were just going to used your magic. “I think I’m good” you told him as you waved your hand around making your purple magic appear once again. You soon had everything back in place.

“I forgot about your magic” Alec stated

“Don’t worry about it, I think Jace did too” You said as you turn to face him. For the first time, you atcually got a good look of his face. His hazel eyes stared down at your Y/E/C eyes. You both leaned in when you heard a voice.

“Really Y/N? I leave for a few days and you already have a boy in our house” It was Magnus. You both pulled back and turned to look at your brother.

“Oh at least he’s cute” Magnus said as you stood there rolling your eyes. Giving your brother one last glance you pulled Alec towards your room.

As a thank you for following @geekyangie, no-tragedy requested a drabble about insomnia - and of course it turned into a post-TFP story.

Wide Awake and Dreaming

Sleeping was definitely off the menu for the rest of the night. The two hours she’d spent tossing and turning had made THAT fact more than abundantly clear. With a sigh, Molly sat up, clicked on her bedside light…and screeched in alarm.

“Sherlock!” she gasped out once she recognized the figure standing in her bedroom doorway. “What the hell–!”

“Sorry,” he said, not moving any closer. Just standing there, swaying a bit on his feet.

As she got a good look at him, Molly’s angry protests died in her throat. Throwing off the covers, she swung her legs over the side and hurried to him. “What happened? Does this have something to do with the ‘experiment’ you called me about earlier?”

He just nodded, and she could see the lines of exhaustion on his face. “It’s a long story,” he said, his voice hoarse, as if he’d been doing a lot of talking - or shouting. “But I wanted to explain right away. To try and…fix things. If I can.” He lifted a hand in a vague gesture, and Molly gasped at the sight of his bruised and swollen fingers.

“Sherlock! What the hell happened?” She helped him out of his coat and guided him to her bed, sitting him on the side and kneeling down to help him off with his shoes. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and let it fall onto the bed; Molly picked it up and laid it across the back of her vanity chair, then urged him to lie down. She covered him with the duvet, then climbed into bed next to him.

They’d done this dozens of times, ever since his faked death, but even that traumatic event felt like nothing compared to the story he proceeded to tell her. A secret sister, altered memories, a childhood tragedy, mind control like something out of a James Bond movie…and the usual murder, mayhem and mania that went along with so many of his cases.

She listened quietly to the whole story, as Sherlock’s voice became hoarser and hoarser, only getting up once to bring him a glass of water, which he gulped down thirstily. When he finished she tried to think of something to say, something to show here horror, her compassion, her love, but all she could manage was, “It really does sound exactly like the sort of thing I would buy for myself, that coffin. Too bad you smashed it; might have saved myself a few thousand pounds.”

He stared at her; she bit her lip and cursed her awkward, horrible sense of humor…and then grinned as he started laughing. He laughed as if it were the funniest joke he’d ever heard, and when he finally wound down, wiping the tears from his eyes, he pulled her close and kissed her. On the lips. “I meant it, you know. I didn’t know I meant it until you made me say it, but I did mean it. I love you.”

“I meant it too,” she replied, all traces of humor gone as she met his gaze. “It’s true, it’s always been true. I love you. I guess the only question is, where do we go from here?”

“To sleep, I hope,” he replied with a jaw-cracking yawn. He snuggled her closer, his head on her chest, and she wrapped her arms around him. “And then to the nearest registry. I’m sure Mycroft can get a license rushed through for us.”

“You want to get married? Right away?” Molly was somewhat taken aback, but it didn’t stop her fingers carding through his tangled curls. “Isn’t that rushing things? Don’t you want to take your time, really process your emotions, make sure…”

“Molly,” he cut her off impatiently, lifting his head just enough to give her a slight scowl, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And it’s hardly rushing things when we’ve known each other for seven years, and been in love with each other just about that long. And yes, I have been, it wasn’t just you all this time. You’re just the one that was strong enough to admit it. Now,” he added, nestling his head beneath her chin, “I really am exhausted. I promise we can talk about in the morning, if I have any voice left. Can that be enough for now?”

“Of course,” she replied, bending down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “Good-night, Sherlock.” She hesitated only a moment before adding softly, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he mumbled, and then his breathing evened out, the tension in his body eased, and she knew he was asleep.

Insomnia, however, had settled in for a long stay with her, but at least now she had a lot to think about during her sleepless night…and the man she loved in her arms.

All in all, she concluded, she’d had worse days.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write one about established!bughead but jughead and Betty go to different schools so Veronica/Kevin have to keep an eye on girls trying to move in on Jughead and warns them off for Betty, thanks :)

One oblivious Jughead and Protective Veronica and Kevin story coming right up!


Betty looked gloomily out of the car window. She couldn’t believe that her mom was transferring her to a school outside of town. Alice had finally snapped, it was too much for Betty to be friends with Archie and Veronica and be dating Jughead. So Alice had transferred her and intended to drive her to and from school everyday.

She would still get to see Jughead and her friends after school, but Betty was heartbroken not to be able to see them walking down the hall or sit with them at lunch. She was really going to miss her friends.


“Hi Jughead” Veronica said brightly, slipping her arm into his. He jumped in surprise at the contact and glanced over at her.

“Hi Veronica…” He was hesitant, unsure of what she wanted. He couldn’t think of a time when it had just been him and Veronica, usually Betty was there to dispel any tension between the two of them.

“I just thought you might like some company” Veronica said softly. Jughead gave her a small smile and started walking to lunch.

“I miss her too” He said after a few moments. It was halfway through the day and he felt Betty’s absence like crazy. As soon as he walked into the school it had felt colder without the sunbeam that was Betty Cooper.

“I can’t believe her mom actually transferred her” Veronica shook her head in disbelief.

“Never doubt the lengths that Alice will go to try to preserve her girls supposed perfectness” Jughead knew that he sounded bitter, but he didn’t care.

“I hope she is doing okay.” Veronica voiced what Jughead had been thinking about all morning. No matter how much he missed Betty, at least he was still at the same school with his friends. Poor Betty had been thrown into a new school partway through the year.

“She’ll be the gem of Greendale in no time” Jughead said with more confidence than he felt. He knew Betty would try to stick to the background and hate the attention that being the new girl would warrant.

“Hopefully she can get out of the house to meet us at Pop’s tonight and tell us all about it.” Veronica said, guiding him the the lunch table where their friends sat.

“I wouldn’t count on it” Jughead responded with a grimace.

“Count on what?” Kevin asked, catching the end of their conversation.

“Betty meeting us at Pop’s” Jughead responded, sliding next to Archie.

“I’ll sneak into her house if I have to, I’m not going to let the beast keep her from us forever” Veronica said vehemently

“I’m with you” Jughead gave Veronica an appreciative look.

“Hi, Jughead” A voice over his shoulder made Jughead jump. He turned to see Ethel smiling at him.

“Oh, hi Ethel”

“Can I sit with you guys?” She put her tray next to Jughead and indicated for him and Archie to scoot over. Jughead paused, wondering why she didn’t just sit next to Archie where there was room.

“Sure” is what he said as he moved over. Maybe Ethel just felt more comfortable around him.

“What did you think of the History exam?” Ethel asked him.

“I’m pretty sure that we didn’t learn half of what was on it.” Jughead said dryly and jumped again when Ethel laughed. Betty was usually the only person to laugh at like that at his humor. He could get Archie or Kevin occasionally, but usually his jokes were met with eye rolls and sighs. God, he missed Betty. Jughead drifted off into his thoughts and let the conversation flow around him. Ethel tried to engage him several times but he just gave her short answers and went back to his thoughts. At one point he looked up to see Veronica and Kevin exchanged a meaningful look. Jughead’s curious nature picked up on it and filed it for later. He would ask one of them next time they were alone.
When lunch ended, Veronica once again swept him up and escorted him to his next class.


“Did you catch weird vibes today at lunch?” Veronica whispered when she caught up with Kevin after school.

“You mean with Ethel and Jughead, because yes.” Kevin said emphatically.

“You don’t think…” Veronica cut off. From what she had seen, Ethel was a nice girl, she didn’t seem the type to make a move on someone’s boyfriend, let alone a person who had helped her.

“I don’t know…Ethel used to have a huge crush on Jughead when we were younger.” Kevin looked at her with wide eyes

“Oh god” Veronica’s mind was reeling “We have to put an end to this, and we absolutely cannot let Betty find out.”

“You don’t think Jughead would-”

“No, no” Veronica interrupted him with a wave of her hand. “But I think that he is not very girl savvy and probably wouldn’t know flirting if it punched him in the face. The only girl he sees is Betty.”

“So what do we do?” Kevin asked biting his lip

“We warn Ethel off of Jughead. We make sure she knows that he is still with Betty and that isn’t going to change.” Veronica scanned the halls and saw Ethel at her locker. She took a step forward but Kevin grabbed her arm.

“Let me, I think this might need a little more of a delicate touch”

“Are you saying I’m not delicate?” Veronica put her hands on her hips.
“You are many things Veronica Lodge, but delicate is not one of them.” Kevin said and headed off to talk to Ethel.


“How’d it go?” Veronica asked later that night at Pop’s. It was currently just her and Kevin, they were waiting for their other friends to join them.

“Oh as good as you would think. After a little berating she admitted that she was making a move. She said that she had thought her crush was over until she saw Jughead with Betty.”

“So when Betty left, Ethel thought that she should finally make a move” Veronica guessed “I can’t say I blame the girl for trying.”

“No…but she was embarrassed and promised to stop.”

“Good” Veronica breathed a sigh of relief, glad that was over with. The bell to Pop’s rung and Jughead walked it. He spotted them and settled across the table from Kevin and Veronica.

“Where’s Archie?” He asked, pulling out his laptop

“Working on music with Val” Veronica said, Jughead glanced up at her tone.

“We are pretty sure they are together.” Kevin supplied for him

“Ah” Jughead lost interest and turned his attention back to his laptop.

“Have you heard anything from Betty?”

“Yeah, her mom’s got her on tight lockdown tonight. She said she’ll see if she can sneak out after they fall asleep, but she isn’t too hopeful.” Jughead said sadly.

“Damn it” Veronica cursed, she really missed her best friend.

“Why so sad munchkins?” Cheryl asked, sliding gracefully into the booth next to Jughead. The boy stared at her, obviously annoyed by her taking the seat that was reserved for Betty.

“Betty” Kevin said simply, eyeing Cheryl warily. They were never sure what mood she would be in. Sometimes she could be almost nice and fun, and other times she just came over to them to cause chaos.

“I heard she got transferred, how awful.” Cheryl turned her attention to Jughead who was typing away, ignoring the conversation. “You must miss her” Cheryl said as she put her arm on Jughead’s. Veronica stiffened, sensing danger.

“Yes” was Jughead’s response as he shifted out of Cheryl’s grasp. Cheryl however wasn’t bothered by his obvious indifference. Instead, she shifted closer to him and leaned to whisper in his ear,

“A man of few words, I always like a mystery. And you Jughead Jones are an enigma.” Jughead looked at Veronica and Kevin in alarm as Cheryl whispered the words. He looked confused and slightly scared. With a sigh Veronica sent Kevin a look that said ‘I got this one’.

“Cheryl” Veronica said standing up and pulling on the girl’s arm. “Can we speak in private?” Veronica didn’t leave her much of a choice, pulling her out of the booth and over to one on the far end of Pop’s.


Jughead watched the two walk away in confusion.

“What was that?” He asked Kevin.

“It’s probably best if you don’t ask questions” Kevin said with a chuckle. Jughead looked between Kevin and the two girls for a few seconds before shrugging and going back to his novel. He had more things to worry about than the silly dramas of teenagers.

The bell of Pop’s rung and Jughead looked up as he had every time it had rung since he came in. This time however, in entered the very person he was looking for. He was on his feet in a second, striding across Pop’s to meet Betty halfway. She gave him a huge grin and he enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close to him, not caring about the restaurant full of people.


“Do you see that Cheryl?” Veronica asked gesturing to where Betty and Jughead were clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. “That right there is something that needs to be protected, and I intend to do just that.”

“I was just having a bit of fun. Jughead is the one guy at Riverdale who has never shown me any interest. I wanted to see why that was.” Cheryl said with a nonchalant shrug. Veronica leaned forward, her expression intense. She wanted to make sure that Cheryl got the seriousness of what she was about to say.

“Have your fun with someone else. Jughead is off limits. He is too oblivious to notice when a girl is flirting with him and now that Betty isn’t at school, Kevin and I are making sure that girls know that he is still 100% taken. I honestly didn’t think it was going to be such a big deal, but apparently there is just something about Jughead.” Veronica relaxed slightly.

“Girls love a mysterious boy.” Cheryl said with a smile. She saw the look Veronica gave her and put up her hands in surrender, “But I hear you, I won’t mess with Jughead, I promise.”

“Good,” Satisfied, Veronica nodded her head. “Do you want to join us for milkshakes?”

“I suppose” Cheryl accepted in her always gracious way. The two girls walked over to the booth. Betty stood up and hugged both Veronica and Cheryl.

“Oh, I missed you B” Veronica said as she took her seat next to Kevin. Cheryl pulled up a chair to sit at the end of the booth.

“You losers do realize that she’s only been gone a day right?” Cheryl asked.

“Feels like longer” Jughead spoke up. He had his arm around Betty and was tracing lazy circles on her arm. Betty was settled back against him, looking incredibly comfortable.

“Tell us everything” Kevin demanded.

“There isn’t much to tell. It was a normal school. They were of course intrigued with the new girl and as soon as I said I was from Riverdale all they wanted to know was why I transferred and what I know about Jason.” Betty glanced at Cheryl as she said the last thing. Veronica followed her gaze and saw the redhead keep a neutral expression on her face.

“So what’s the plan Betts?” Jughead asked, his hand moving up to twirl her ponytail around his fingers.

“Plan?” Veronica asked in confusion.

“Yeah, her plan to get back to Riverdale High.”  Jughead answered, “I know you have one.” He added, looking down at Betty. She beamed up at him and sat up a bit in excitement.

“I do, I just have to convince my mom that Greendale is worse for me. You know, befriend people she would hate, have a few breakdowns because I miss my friends, let my grades slip just enough to alarm her.”

“I don’t Betty…sounds risky. What if she sends you somewhere worse than Greendale?” Kevin asked.

“I’ll just have to convince her that Riverdale is the only place where I will thrive. That part I don’t have to lie about. You guys are the only thing that keeps me sane.” Betty gave them all a small smile.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Veronica asked

“I have to try Ronnie” Betty said.

“Alright, what can we do to help?” Jughead said.

“Oh devious plans, you guys are finally interesting.” Cheryl added


The next day, Veronica was walking down the halls when she spotted Jughead at his locker. Next to it was a girl that Veronica didn’t know, but she was laughing and leaning close to Jughead.

“Oh are you kidding me?” She said out loud, stopping in the middle of the hallway. What the heck was up with this kid? It was like people didn’t think about dating him until they saw him with Betty, and now that she was all gone, they all wanted to fill her place. Well they would have to get through her first. Veronica took a step forward but was stopped by a hand on her arm. She turned around to see Cheryl smiling mischievously.

“I got this one.” She said and strutted her way over to where Jughead and the girl were. A few seconds later the girl threw her hair over her shoulder and stalked away. Cheryl turned on her heel and walked back to Veronica, leaving a confused Jughead behind.

“Good work” Veronica said when Cheryl reached her

“This is going to be fun” Cheryl beamed.

2

Chanting quietly away, this was sure to bite you back in the ass. But that was least of your worries now. They had been whispers among the witch community that another coven was quickly rising, they were perceived to be very dangerous and their target - The Mikealson family.

You felt like it was your duty to do everything in your power to stop any attack on Klaus or his siblings. Why?. Because Klaus had protected you for as long as you could remember. He wasn’t as vindictive, harsh or evil as others made him out to seem.

After the incantation was complete, you hoped the barrier you created around the Mikaelson’s, similar to a cloaking spell but much more powerful, would hold until you found a permanent solution.

Clearing up the ingredients and all the other dark objects you had been using, you ventured on back the the Mikealson Manor.

As soon as you closed the door, there Klaus was descending down the stairs. Trying to sneak past him, result in being unsuccessful.

“And where do you think you’re going?”. He asked using his dominating tone to show he was both serious and pissed.

Slowly spinning around, you gave him a reply. “To my room, in case you didn’t notice it’s night out which means people tend to go to sleep around 10pm”.

Klaus looked rather unimpressed with your attempt at a joke. “Well I’m glad you found time to be amusing. I thought you might of lost your sense of humor with all the sneaking around behind my back practicing dark magic”. He exclaimed.

Tensing your jaw, you should have known that Klaus would find out sooner rather then later. Though you wished it was later so you’d have more time to stop this new witch threat.

“Before you get mad, well madder, I’m protecting you and the rest of the Mikaelson family. And yes that requires me to dabble in dark magic, but it’s nothing I can’t handle”. Explaining to the hybrid who looked ready to punch a wall.

You pushed past him to climb the stairs all the way to your room, Klaus followed.

“I don’t give a damn what you’re doing or the reason why. Whatever it is, I want you to stop immediately Y/N. If there is a threat on this family you come to me, so I can take care of it. Instead what do you do? Risk your life by playing with things that are far too dangerous”.

Throwing your jacket onto the bed, it really frustrated you when Klaus demanded to let things be. “I won’t apologize for protecting the people I love. You’d be doing everything in your power to stay one step ahead of the enemy. So don’t give me this speech about how dangerous things can get”. Pointing a finger at him, you moved closer.

“I know very well what dangers lie here in New Orleans. I’m a big girl Klaus, so when I tell you I can handle it, then I can bloody well handle it”. Staring him deep in the eyes, he showed no signs of backing down.

His voice become low and it send shivers down your back, “I have no doubt you can handle yourself, love. However dark magic is where I draw the line. If there is indeed a new threat coming for me and my family, then please tell me all about it. Don’t test me Y/N, because if I find out that you have even cast one spell using dark magic, well let’s just say I won’t be too happy about it”.

Klaus turned to leave, but your stubborn nature made him halt. “I’m a witch and a damn good one too, and that means I know how to cast spells without you even knowing. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit back and wait for this witch coven to attack when I can stop it!”.

In frustration or annoyance he threw up his hands in the air, “For goodness sake I’m trying to protect you! And here you are being too bloody stubborn about it”.

“Well I guess that makes two of us then, because I’m doing the exact same thing for you”.

You left the room not in the mood to continue this argument. No matter what Klaus said, you weren’t going to sit by and do nothing.

Masterlist

Because Of Snape// Fred Weasley smut

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Word Count: 2200+

Pairing: Fred X Reader

Requested: By 2 anons and @my-unique-mind

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


Hate colors the soul with the finest of paints. It flows throughout the entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming the focus of the life and the intent of a person. You turn your attention to other matters. For a time you’re driven in other directions, but then the wave of ill thoughts return with a retaliation. He was so annoying, loud, and irrelevant, yet, he made himself seem so important. Once again the soul is colored completely, and all the negative energy that one can muster is thrown into the imagined ill will racing wildly around the mind.

Snape liked Slytherin students more than any other house. But when he began to take a liking to a well behaved Ravenclaw student, it was a surprise. Fred Weasley was sure to make fun of you for it. Always teasing you about how you were in Snape’s good graces and how you slept with your teachers to get to the top. Fred made you so angry, you felt more hatred for him than you felt for Draco Malfoy. Fred thought of making you angry as an art, a subject he always got O’s on. So when you had potions class together at second period, he was sure to make it hell.

Snape left his room for less than a minute and Fred was already starting trouble with you. He was a table ahead and undoubtedly he turned around and started to cause a fuss. Instead of saying some vulgar remarks, he drops a mandragora root into your potion. With a splash, your bright blue potion turned dark purple. You looked up to the two snickering boys.

You wanted to cry. This was a hard potion; it was all going right until he came and messed it up. You glared at Fred madly as George looked at him with a warning stare. George knew better than to mess with a girl that was possibly smarter than Granger herself.

“HOW DARE YOU?” You yelled at him causing half the class to look at you and the other half to chuckle. They already had gotten used to the bickering. “You think this is funny?” you snap. He glares at you with hate in his dull eyes.

“You are an extremely stupid girl. Aren’t you? I’m guessing your mother had it in with Snape?”

Every time he opened his mouth you got angrier. You had to restart the potion before Snape got back or you would lose you status with him. You could not afford to lose a relationship with a guarded teacher that you worked five years to build. You worked harder and faster and managed to catch up to the class. Of course, the Weasel kept talking. “That’s not the right way, you’re supposed to put this before this.” You swallowed your retort and kept going.

“You brain-dead cockroach, I’d like to see you get a grade the way I get an O in this class.” Weasley stood silent, getting an O from Snape was unheard of. You looked at his potion and laughed wildly. “Also, your potion is supposed to be a blue color, not dark brown.” As if Snape read your mind he walked into class declaring that he would check everyone’s potions. Fred frantically looked at his potion and threw stuff in. Snape walked to you first.

“Great Y/L/N, I see you have a talent for making potions!” He walked away quietly turning back into his usual dull attitude. He walked over towards Fred’s cauldron and scolded. He took a little wooden spoon and dumped it into the brown sludge. He brought the spoon back to his nose and smelled it. He dropped it back into the cauldron, a frown took over his features. “Perhaps you could take a few pointers from Ms. Y/L/N,” he moved along. You laughed along with the Slytherin folks who were ready to see any and all Gryffindor’s fail. Weasley, however, was not happy.

After a long boring lecture in class, Snape called you and Fred to his desk where he sat down coolly. While the class got their bags and left, you had to stand inches from Fred. Snape gave you an apologetic look and then glanced at Fred.

“I do feel I have to say my apologies to Ms. Y/L/N,“ He spoke looking at Fred. "But you have been decided to help Mr. Weasley study for potions.” You rubbed your temples and sighed.

“Of course Professor Snape, I guess I could find Weasley some time.” You turned towards Fred, giving a warm Ravenclaw smile. Fred narrowed his eyes at you and replied with a cold thank you.

“Thirty points from Gryffindor! You’re lucky she’s helping you study, you might as well fail now, if not.”

Fred shrugged and walked out of potions class with a huff. You followed close behind him, waiting for him to give you a time to come by and study. Although you hated Fred, you could see how much this was killing him more than you.

“Meet me in front of the Gryffindor common room after classes.” He said sharply. You nodded and walked towards your third class.

As always you went to your next class. That night you wanted to hang out with you friends, but because of Fred, you couldn’t. If Fred improved, all the teachers would hear about it and be highly impressed. You always had to think of your reputation even though you hated most classes, teachers, and kids.

You reached the Gryffindor common room and waited by the painting for Fred to come by. Fred showed up in his sweaty Gryffindor quidditch uniform and made you cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear the passcode. As you walked in, he pulled you up the stairs silently to the rooms.

As a boy, he didn’t attract girls. He was skinny and his cheek bones just gave him a somewhat skeletal look. However, he had muscles from quidditch training and his sense of humor was probably the only reason a girl would like him. But when you looked at him all sweaty, you couldn’t deny the urge to think to yourself he was… well, hot.  There was softness in the eyes and gentleness in his smile, but this was hidden deep in your subconscious.

He opened the door and let you walk into his room. You weren’t expecting it to be so tidy, but as expected he had a poster of quidditch teams and some trinkets on the shelves. You walked over to his bed and sat down. You flipped through his last test. You chuckled, Snape didn’t give him much credit, he was quite smart.

“If you’re going to sit there and laugh get out now!” Fred said while looking at you from across the room. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“If you sat down and let me tell you what you’re doing wrong maybe I could—”

“I don’t need your help!” He looked at you wildly, walking over to his bed and pushing his book off your lap.

“If you don’t improve, it looks bad on me! I’m staying.” He looked at you from the edge of the bed and scoffed. He couldn’t believe he actually let you even walk through the common room door.

“You’re a know it all bitch, that wants to act all superior to me! Not going to happen.” You glanced at him madly and got up from his bed to leave. You looked at him rashly and smacked him in the chest, he stumbled backward and stared at you with disbelief.

“At least I’m not a trouble making idiot that doesn’t know the difference between wolfsbane and monkshood. I hope your mother is proud of your grades,” You turned to his door and was ready to open it, but you felt a sturdy grip on your wrist and a force turning you around and pulling you into Fred’s chest. He leaned down quickly and caught your lips in a needy kiss. In a second you kissed back, you didn’t know how much you needed him until he had you. He pushed you into the wall and held you there.

He was going to slow, teasing you on purpose. He didn’t want you to get bored, slip away from him. As if under a spell, his gaze was drawn to your lips, parted and full, and the sound of you shallow breathing made him fill up with a fierce longing for you. You kissed him harder, pulling away for a second. He smirked and chuckled darkly.

“You have no power over me,” you hissed. In slow motion, he bent toward you; closing his eyes to caress your mouth with his own.

“You sure about that?” A weak gasp escaped you as his hands slipped up your thighs. The taste of Fred’s soft lips was far more than you bargained for. He let out a raspy groan and with a fierce hold, he cupped the back of your neck and shoved your face into his, gently, possessive in his touch. Your fingers twined in his hair.

Beyond your comprehension,  both your bodies melded into each other with an answering groan, and he was shocked when your mouth rivaled his with equal demand. Desire licked through him setting flames afire. You’ve gripped his arms as ran your nails along his arm.

“You look great when you’re mouth is shut and you’re kissing me,” he whispered. He dropped his hold and exhaled, gouging shaky fingers through disheveled hair.  In a catch of your breath, he took your mouth by force. A faint moan escaped your lips and all resistance fled. It burned away by the heat of his touch and the warmth of his lips.  He was ravenous against the smooth curve of your throat, the soft flesh of your ear. And then in a frantic beat of your heart, he shoved you away. “Get on the bed now.”

You walked over to the bed and sat down willingly. He moved his body over yours, hovering inches above yours. He ground his hips into yours. You moaned out, bucking your hips and begging for more.

“Fred,” You breathed. He pulled off your robe and pulled your hair away from your face. You sat up and reached for your shirt, throwing it off your body. He did the same, you both unbuttoned your undershirts. He pulled down your skirt as you unbuckled his pant belt.  He pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you breathlessly and pulled down your panties.

He pushed his lips onto yours again. You laid back down and pulled his body down with you. His hands were warm as they traced down your body and towards your heat. He had shoved two fingers into your core. You arched your back as he fingers moved back and forth. You moaned out his name, bucking against him. He curled his fingers inside you, smirking when you screamed.

His hand covered your mouth

“Do you love being my little slut?” He asked tentatively.  Your breaths came out in pants. “Do you want to sit on my face?” he purred. He moved off of you and laid down next to you. He held your waist as you lowered yourself onto him, hissing when his tongue hit your soft skin. He sucked harshly at the sensitive bud of nerves. You knotted your fingers into his soft hair, pulling at it every time he made you climb higher. Without warning he shoved his tongue inside you, groaning when you pulled at his hair to control yourself. You rode his tongue, swiveling your hips to gain the most from the pleasure.

“Fred,” you said weakly. He cocked his head, climbing over you and positioning his member at you. “I’m not done, Y/N. What kind gentleman would I be if I didn’t finish off properly?”

He thrusted into you.

You tossed your head back and whimpered, not expecting him to feel this large inside of you. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but Fred was patient and gentle, kissing your shoulders softly and slowly pushing inside of you until you were ready.

He then began to thrust and quicken his pace. Once he knew you were comfortable, he pushed his full length inside of you. You moaned Fred’s name, encouraging him. There was a sudden urgency in the room—a rising passion. His hands were gripping your waist tightly, holding you in place. His breath was hot on your neck, and his deep moans ringed in my ear.

Heat flashed down your spine, and pleasure pumped through your veins. Fred groaned as you tightened around him, sending him over the edge as well. He released and then collapsed on the cheap mattress beside you. You rolled around to face him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing almost as heavily as you. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and you snuggled up close to him while trying to catch your breath. Fred wrapped his large arms around you and kissed my forehead.

“Should we study the potions now?” His head perked up.

“Of course, darling.”