Smutty smut smut about older Bughead living in New York. AU. Possible multi-part. Smut. SMUT. You’ve been warned.
Betty Cooper smoothed her skirt over her thighs as she opened the heavy door to the dark bar.
It was her second week in New York City - she had spent every waking moment in her office. She wanted to come straight to New York after she graduated high school, but her mother insisted she went to North Western, as they had one of the best Journalism programs in the country. She spent all her time studying and missed out on building relationships with people.
It was her first night of freedom, and there was only one thing on her mind.
It was cool outside, so Betty had thrown her worn leather jacket over her outfit. Once she was inside, a wave of humidity overwhelmed her. She shrugged her jacket off, revealing a deep v-neck top, red as blood, as she strode to the stools lining the bar.
She chose one, second from the end, and eyed the man behind the counter. He had black jeans on and a t-shirt sporting the name of a band she’d never heard of. He put a well worn book down behind him as he strode over to her.
“What can I get you?” He asked her, brushing his hair back from his face.
“A cosmopolitan, please.” Betty answered, hooking her jacket over the back of the stool. She crossed her long legs as the bartender chuckled to himself.
She raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head as he poured her drink and set it before her in a whisky glass. “The dish washer quit yesterday. No clean martini glasses.” He quipped as he wandered away.
“This is fine.“ Betty said, pulling the coaster closer to her. She took a sip of her drink and eyed the bartender again. He was at the opposite end of the bar, pouring a tequila shot for an older woman in a jean jacket.
Betty unlocked the screen on her cellphone when it buzzed against her thigh. After a moment, an audible sigh escaped her mouth as she put her phone face-down against the counter. She downed half her drink as the bar tender came back to her side of the bar.
“Get stood up?” He asked gruffly.
“Sort of. Not that it’s any of your business, but my roommate was supposed to meet me, She’s decided to stay in with her girlfriend.”
“You want another drink?”
Betty bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she should just go home. But fuck it. She was here now. “Sure.”
“You new in town?” He asked as he made her concoction.
“Yeah,” Betty answered as he set the drink down in front of her. “I went to school in Illinois, continued living there for a few years after school ended. I wanted to come to New York for college, but - well, not important. I’m here now. Out of Riverdale. That’s all that matters.”
Jughead stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth. “Riverdale, New York?”
Betty nodded. “I’m surprised you’ve heard of it.”
“Heard of it? I lived there until I was seven. Then I moved to Toldeo.”
“Small world.” Betty took the cherry out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, her plump lips parting around the stem. She looked Jughead in the eye.
He held her gaze, a smirk forming on his lips until a large man a few stools down cleared his throat. “Yo, Jug, another beer.”
Jughead wandered toward the man, pulling a beer from the fridge under the bar.
Betty took a sip of her cosmopolitan as a balding man with a tattoo on his head sat down beside her.
“Evenin’“ He commented, looking her up and down. “How much?”
Betty turned her head slowly. “Excuse me?”
“How much? Just for like, twenty minutes.”
Betty closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself. Calmly, she got off the stool and grabbed her jacket. She picked up her half-full glass and splashed it in the strangers face.
She started to walk to the other end of the bar when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You fuckin’ bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Betty spun around, shoving the balding man’s chest. “Get the fuck off me,” She spat.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Jughead yelled from behind the bar.
Betty held her jacket in her hands tightly. “Nothing.” She stated.
“This whore just threw her drink in my face!” He grabbed Betty by the shoulder again.
“I said get off me,” Betty muttered. There was venom in her voice.
“Larry, get the fuck out of here!” Jughead said, hopping over the bar. The balding man muttered something and headed out the door.
“Alright, we’re closing early, everyone get out.” Jughead said loudly.
Betty shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulders.
“Not you,” Jughead murmured as people cleared out of the bar.
“Won’t the owner be mad at you for closing early?” Betty asked.
“I am the owner.” Jughead answered as he followed the last person to the door and flipped the lock. He shut off all the lights but the one over the bar.
Betty took a seat at the bar and sighed.
“You want another drink?” He walked behind the bar.
“Oh, no, thanks. I’ll just pay and go.”
“No, you need to calm your nerves before you go anywhere.”
Betty didn’t argue. Jughead sat a glass of water down in front of her.
“You know, I only came out tonight because my roommate convinced me bars are a great place to meet guys. And the only one I met thought I was a prostitute.”
Jughead chuckled. “Bars are only a great place to meet guys if you’re looking for a one night stand.”
Betty grabbed a cherry from behind the bar. She popped it into her mouth. “Who says I’m not?”
Jughead cocked his eyebrow.
Betty took the cherry’s stem and put it in her mouth, needing only a moment before she placed the knotted stem back on the bar. She hopped off the stool and wandered behind the bar.
She was close enough to feel his body heat. She shrugged off her jacket once more and let it drop to her feet.
“I’m not looking for anything other than tonight,” Betty murmured.
Jughead didn’t respond with words - he cupped her cheek and roughly pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers, his hands wandered down to her hips, gripping. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue inside.
She leaned back, pulling her shirt over her head. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at her collarbone. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell between them as he ducked down, pulling her peaked nipple into his mouth.
She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, kicking them away from her feet.
Jughead let a throaty growl escape his lips as he picked Betty up and placed her on top of the bar. “Fuck,” He murmured.
He kissed her roughly, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. His hands wandered beneath her skirt, finding her entrance.
“You’re so wet,” He murmured quietly as he placed a finger inside her.
Betty looked at him through hooded eyes. She bit her lip as he placed another finger inside her.
“Jughead,” She murmured.
He rubbed her swollen clit as she reached for his jeans. “Take those off.” She ordered.
He did, kicking them off behind him. He placed two fingers against Betty’s lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers, twirling her tongue against them.
He moaned, rubbing his slick fingers against Betty’s entrance. She leaned back against the bar, running a hand down her center.
Jughead looked her up and down, his eyes landing on a tattoo partially covered by her skirt.
“Is that cake?” Jughead asked, still eyeing her tattoo.
“Ch-chocolate cake slice.” Her breath caught in her throat. “But you can use it for target practice when we’re done.”
Jughead licked from her tattoo to her nipple, sucking and biting before moving to her neck.
“Fuck me,” She murmured, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jughead’s neck. She reached inside his boxers, pumping.
Jughead spread Betty’s legs, taking himself out of his boxers. He held his erection, brushing it against Betty’s slick folds. He pushed himself inside her slowly as she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him deeper still.
“Fuck,” They murmured in unison.
He thrust against her, using his fingers to rub at her clit.
“Harder,” She moaned.
He fucked her roughly, biting at her neck.
She moaned, throwing her head back, tightening the lock on her legs.
He moved his hand to her neck, his fingers gripping, his thumb between her lips.
Betty licked and bit at his thumb until he moved it back down between her thighs.
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
Jughead arched an eyebrow at her.
“You heard me,” She murmured.
Jughead pulled her off the bar, bending her over in front of him. He reached his arm around her waist, holding her against him. He pounded into her over and over until she was screaming his name.
He continued to thrust into her, rubbing at her clit, until her knees were weak.
“Jughead,” She murmured as she reached her second high.
He had a fist full of her hair as she came again, her eyes closed. He waited until she opened them again.
“Turn around,” He instructed. He used her tattoo, as she suggested.
He pulled his jeans on as she wiped her tattoo clean. She found the pieces of her clothing, dressing herself quickly.
Summary: An introduction into your college life, including your room mates and your crush which you really shouldn’t have
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)
Word Count: 1,679
Warnings: none, really
Notes: This is a demo fic, I’m not quite sure if I’ll continue it or not. This is a rushed prologue, but I hope you like it! This series won’t have much angst, sorry!
Sometimes life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to. Sometimes it worked exactly how you wanted it to. This was one of those times, and you aren’t exactly sure how you lucked out. Or how you are still lucky.
Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, a graphic design student in your junior, fourth, year of University. You spend your time doing both online and actual painted commissions, finishing assignments and binge watching Netflix. You’re not the most social person, an obvious introvert. You are quite the contrast to your room mates though.
Noct pushed the bathroom door open and his mouth went dry.
Prompto wore black jeans so tight they looked like they’d
been painted on, slashed across the thighs into ribbons to show his bare,
freckled thighs. A long tartan shirt dangled to his hips, and his trademark,
sleeveless black denim jacket sat open over the top. In the mirror, Noct could
see the t-shirt with the band’s name slashed in pink across the chest, but what
really held his attention were
Lined in gorgeous eyeliner, Prompto’s huge blue eyes blinked
at him, the dyed tips of his hair pink, and his lips sparkled with a metallic
Hours later, he was still flawless. Guitars whined, drums
pulsed, lights flashed, and Prompto looked like an angel, arms in the air,
grinding into Noctis, lost in the crowd. Noct couldn’t hear the music.
( hey!! do you think you could do a michael mell x reader where the reader works at a record store and they bump into each other there?? idk why but i’m completely obsessed with this idea and your writing is so good you’d legit do it so much justice. thanks!! )
that’s adorable and i love it omg <33
aLSO SORRY IT’S NOT RLY LONG
For the fourth time that week, Jeremy followed Michael into the same exact record store. The first time Michael had went on his own and raved about how cool and nice the place was, and somehow managed to drag Jeremy into the store the next four times - and it was pretty obvious why Michael was crazy about this store.
“Michael!” He had heard a voice chirp, and there stood you, dressed in a t-shirt of your favorite band with a name-tag reading off [Y/N] in bold print. You smiled and immediately Michael walked over to the counter and began talking about some album he must have bought the day before, rambling on and on - as if he forgot Jeremy was even with him.
It was blatantly obvious why Michael kept coming back. Something about you seemed familiar - did you go to Middleborough? Fuck if Jeremy knew - sometimes he didn’t know some of the kids in his own classes. But you kept on talking to Michael, and Michael was fully entranced in everything you had to say, so he just stood there awkwardly as he watched the two of you.
The next day, Michael was talking about you to everyone at lunch.
“I don’t know, they’re just so interesting!” He said, “I thought I knew a lot about music but they just…” He paused, “they’re cool.”
You quickly dodged the combat boot currently flying towards your face by ducking down with ease. After doing so you spun and used the gained momentum to slash the side of the assailants head, causing them to stumble backwards. Your partner then delivered the final blow causing them to fall to the hard concrete sidewalk unconscious. “I thought you were going after the funny masked guy?” The masked man aiding you remarked. His bow staff was now folded away and he looked at you through his black mask with a piercing gaze.
“I was.” You stated with a motion to a man at the corner of an alley way further down the street. He was slumped against the graffiti covered brick walls with his hands cuffed behind his back. “This one showed up after.” You added pointing the fallen robber between the both of you. Your partner nodded in understanding and the both of you looked around the block taking in and assessing damages.
“So much for covert…” Nightwing said looking at the smoke rising from the partially collapsed building. “Bats is gonna be pissed.” He wiped his dark locks to the side while he huffed a sad sigh. You put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly before heading to your motorbike.
You sat down and grabbed your helmet, “So what? It’s not our fault Slade backed this.” As you pulled down the visor Nightwing walked over to his vehicle beside yours.
“Yeah, what does Wilson want anyway? We need to find out how he’s outsourcing and track down his main location.” Grayson stated as he placed his helmet over his head. You nodded knowing that was the only lead you both could follow at the moment. He got rid of the kickstand and took off down the now less busy street at a high speed. You followed after him in a flurry of engine noise. Both of you later arrived at the apartment complex, ditching your bikes a couple of blocks down and changing out of your ‘business’ attire. You entered the familiar hallway with the taller young man walking beside you. Nightwing was now wearing a pair of dark shades and a grey hoodie, now he was Richard Grayson once again. You wore a simple outfit of jeans and a band t-shirt, going by your actual name once more as well. The building security officer greeted you with a wide smile and wave like he normal did, you waved back but Richard didn’t. He must be too focused on everything that has been happening in the city, you couldn’t blame him. You both strode into the elevator and you looked over at Richard, he had his hands in his pockets with a distressed slouch. You frowned not knowing what to do for him, there wasn’t anything that could cheer him up at the moment, well except maybe for Deathstroke’s head.
“Grayson.” You finally broke the silence softly, he finally looked over towards you and you shot him a small grin.
“Yeah (y/n)?” The blue eyed boy replied coolly.
“We’ll fix this, please stop fretting about it.” The elevator made a sound as it opened at your floor and he walked in front of you. Following him to the door you watched him unlock it and once inside you closed the door behind you both. “Seriously Richard, please, you’re going to lose yourself in this case if you continue like this.” You shoved the mopping man onto the couch with a quick push and he let out a yelp of surprise. Ignoring his surprised gaze you walked over to the kitchen area and pulled out two root beers, no need for him to be depressed and drunk, and tossed him the second one.
“Thanks.” He stated still shocked at your unusual actions as he opened up the bottle. You smiled for a moment and then went to your small bedroom to assess your wounds. Richard was fine, he luckily only dealt with the detonator wielding perp but you got into a few tussles. Pulling your shirt over your head with a small wince you looked over your physique with a large frown. A nasty gash carried from your side all the way to your stomach from where a knife caught you. You grabbed the first aid kit and found the antiseptic, dousing it onto a small bandaging cloth before putting it on your cut. The sting was sharp and fiery as you cleaned the deep cut and you couldn’t help but wince a little. “(Y/n)?” You heard Grayson call you from the other side of the door.
“I’m getting changed!” You replied with a quick lie and you found a different shirt lying on a piece of furniture. Quickly you pulled the shirt over your head, it hurt like hell when you stretched the skin around the wounds area like that. You grimaced but called to him, “All good.” He opened the door and held a half grin.
“We should look up Deathstroke’s movements on Oracle…” His blue eyes fell to your new top, and you realized the drastic mistake you just made. The shirt was bright white. Mentally you were hitting your head against the wall as you knew there was no way to hide your injury. “You know you’re a bad liar, but that fashion choice really didn’t help your case.” You chuckled lightly and he gave you a look. You sighed and pulled off the now red tainted shirt and he walked over grabbing some more bandaging. “You shouldn’t have hid this, it’s pretty bad…” Grayson began carefully wrapping the wound tightly. You held a strong poker face and barely flinched at the aches from the injury.
“Sounds like I’ve heard this conversation before, though not from you.” You stated looking at him with a knowing glance.
“Looks like we swapped roles.” Richard replied with a chuckle, though he soon frowned a little when he reached the deepest part of the cut. “I think you’re gonna need to be stitched up.” You reached for the small and overused kit inside the case but he grabbed it from you. “I’ll do it.” As you stuck your tongue out childishly he began prepping the needle. Grayson put some of the cream for numbing around the injury before beginning with an apologetic look. You clenched your teeth and looked away as he carefully and precisely sewed up the spot. “There.” He smiled reassuringly and you mustered up a grin as you put on a shirt.
“I think we can wait on the Oracle search, though tomorrow we’ll begin a full swing operation.” You told him walking back out to the main living area.
“Alright, though the Chinese is on you.” Richard remarked with a grin grabbing a cell.
“Fine, I deserve Chinese after being stabbed.” You said putting your nose in the air jokingly causing you both to burst into a fit of laughter. He placed an order for Chinese to be dropped downstairs and then sat beside you on the couch. You kissed his cheek lightly and he blushed in surprise.
“What was that for?” His blue eyes looked into yours, you smiled blushing a little.
One song a day for the next 100 days. I hope you guys join me!
01. A song that makes you smile. 02. A song that makes you laugh. 03. A song that makes you cry. 04. A song that makes you want to dance. 05. A song that helps clear your head. 06. A song that always gets stuck in your head. 07. A song that gets you pumped up. 08. A song that calms you down. 09. A song that means a lot to you. 10. A song that has a new meaning to you every time you hear it. 11. A song that would be the theme song of your life. 12. A song that reminds you of summer. 13. A song that reminds you of winter. 14. A song that reminds you of a family member. 15. A song that you would consider a guilty pleasure. 16. A song that was released in the ‘60s. 17. A song that was released in the ‘70s. 18. A song that was released in the ‘80s. 19. A song that was released in the ‘90s. 20. A song that was released in the ‘00s. 21. A song that was released this year. 22. A song that needs more recognition. 23. A song that everyone knows the lyrics to. 24. A song that got you hooked on a band. 25. A song that you loved right from the first 5 seconds. 26. A song that you need to be in a certain mood to listen to. 27. A song that will always be in your top 5 favorites. 28. A song that's connected with a memory. 29. A song that’s very simple and repetitive but you love anyway. 30. A song that’s a one hit wonder. 31. A song that’s a power ballad. 32. A song with a line you would tattoo on your body. 33. A song with a color in the title. 34. A song with a number in the title. 35. A song with a place in the title. 36. A song with a name in the title. 37. A song with more than 5 words in the title. 38. A song with a question as the title. 39. A song with a one syllable title. 40. A song with “Q” as the first letter of the title. 41. A song with “K” as the first letter of the title. 42. A song with “F” as the first letter of the title. 43. A song with “N” as the first letter of the title. 44. A song with “E” as the first letter of the title. 45. A song with “J” as the first letter of the title. 46. A song with the word “fire” in the title. 47. A song with the word “under” in the title. 48. A song with the word “little” in the title. 49. A song with the word “go” in the title. 50. A song with the word “eye” in the title. 51. A song with a great title. 52. A song with a great guitar solo. 53. A song with a great drum solo. 54. A song with a great keyboard solo. 55. A song with great vocal harmonies. 56. A song with lyrics that could read like poetry. 57. A song you haven't listened to in a long time. 58. A song you had to look up the lyrics to. 59. A song you sing in the shower. 60. A song you liked this time last year. 61. A song you liked when you were younger. 62. A song you tap/drum/hum the beat of. 63. A song you can play on an instrument. 64. A song you wish you could play on an instrument. 65. A song you play when you can’t sleep. 66. A song you can't help but sing along to. 67. A song you hate from a band you love. 68. A song you used to love but now hate. 69. A song you would choose for karaoke. 70. A song you're currently obsessed with. 71. A song your parents played in the car when you were younger. 72. A song people wouldn't expect you to like. 73. A song by an artist that goes by a one word name. 74. A song by a band's lead singer. 75. A song by a band with a ridiculous name. 76. A song by a band you have on a T-shirt. 77. A song by a two-person band. 78. A song by a band with more than 5 people in it. 79. A song from a genre you usually dislike. 80. A song from an album with a beautiful cover. 81. A song from an original film score. 82. A song from a musical. 83. A song from a TV show theme. 84. A song in another language. 85. A song under 2 minutes long. 86. A song over 6 minutes long. 87. A song for a rainy day. 88. A song for a road trip. 89. A song for moving on. 90. A song for not giving a shit. 91. A song without words. 92. A song cover better than the original. 93. A song with an acoustic version better than the original. 94. A song from a really obscure band. 95. A song currently stuck in your head. 96. A song you've seen performed live. 97. A song by one of your favorite bands. (#1) 98. A song by one of your favorite bands. (#2) 99. A song by one of your favorite bands. (#3) 100. A song. Actually, not just “A song”. THE SONG.
Requests: Part two of this imagine was sent in on multiple occasions so here it is
Pairing: SingleParent!Leo x Nanny!Reader
Fluff | Smut | Angst
A/n: This is soo bad, I’m tired and I honestly couldn’t give two fucks about how well this is liked, peace out bitches, I’m going to bed. -Day
“I’ll… I’m just gonna go. Thanks for hanging out with me, though.”
His warm and calloused hand entrapped your soft and reasonably small hand in his own, “Wait!” His mouth moved on its own and –he guessed– his mind was made up.
“I think I love you too.”
You stood motionless, did he just say he loved you? No… he said he thinks he loves you.
“Don’t,” You managed to get out, “Please just… don’t.”
Leo looked up at you in bewilderment, his grip slowly slipping from your hand as he lost all the confidence he had collected earlier. A scoff escaped his lips as he looked away, his hand dropping from yours and finding its way to his curly locks. His mind now polluted with thoughts of negativity, why would you even confess to him if you weren’t going to accept him? Did you just prank him? No, you looked so sincere and embarrassed when you confessed. If this was a prank, then you were a damn good actor.
His blood boiled in anger the more he thought about the whole ordeal. This was absurd, you confessed to him so why are you dismissing his feelings like they were nothing; as if he were nothing. His emotions that swirled throughout his entire being confused him greatly, his heart ached with sorrow of a lost love, his pride bore a gaping hole from rejection, yet, he was furious.
“Is this seriously how it’s going to be?” His voice held a venomous bite that was entirely new to you. His hands curling into tight fists as he tried to control himself.
This new side of him had scared you more than anything, was he really not the man you remembered? You watched his knuckles turn white and small sparks ignite from his fists, hesitantly you placed your hand delicately on his shoulder in hopes to console him.
You retracted your hand with a hiss, his shoulder was hot to the touch and you could tell he was seriously upset.
“Leo,” You mumbled carefully, “You need to calm down, let’s talk about this–” Your speech was cut short due to the surprise grab Leo made for you. His hands wrapped around your forearms as he slammed his lips to yours in what felt like panic.
You could feel his nervousness and his temper as he kissed you, his lips trembling and hot as his lips danced across your own. The kiss itself was short lived due to the fact that he was still mad and when he was mad, he was hot. Not hot in the term of being attractive, but hot in the term of heat.
You shoved him away harshly and let out a rather loud yelp of pain as you doubled over. Leo furrowed his brows in confusion, “What? Why do you keep pushing me away?”
You looked up at him with an angry glare, Holding your arms against your stomach while they stung with pain. “You fucking burned me that’s why.”
The deep regret and panic you saw in his eyes did not deter your mood in the slightest, still glaring hard at him while you made your way to the kitchen sink to cool off your burns under the water. You let out a soft whimper as the cool water soothed your aching arms.
Leo hadn’t moved from his spot, sitting on the couch you had pushed him onto when he burned you. He burned you. He promised himself when he was just a child that he would never hurt someone he cared about with his abilities, not after what he did to his mom.
Noah padded into the living room clad in his black jogging pants, a red t-shirt with a white faded band name on it, and his mismatched striped socks. Leo turned his attention to the little boy rubbing his tired eyes, mentally cooing at his son’s “big boy” attire.
“Daddy? Are you mad?” Noah innocently questioned as he peered curiously at his father’s sitting form. His question took Leo off guard but Leo answered him nonetheless, “No, mijo. I’m just confused about some things, no need to worry.”
Of course, his son inherited his mother’s never-ending care for others and kept prodding at his father’s feelings, “About what? Do you wanna talk about it?” Leo grinned at his son, he was rather smart for his age and tended to repeat what others have said to him, he guessed he got this phrase from Y/n.
“I’m just confused about my feelings right now, I’ll be okay, though,” Leo reached his hand out to muss Noah’s hair, “It’s late, mijo, let’s get you back to bed.”
Leo stood up from the couch with a soft groan and a small stretch, he bent down to lift Noah onto his hip while he carried the sleepy boy back to his bed. Leo knelt down onto the small bed and placed the small child back into his comfy bed. He tucked Noah in gently, brushed back his curly mop of brown hair, and kissed his forehead.
Before Leo could say goodnight and go back to the living room to hopefully apologize to Y/n, Noah had called out to him in a timid voice, “Daddy?” Leo looked back at Noah, leaning against the doorframe as he listened, “Hm?” It was hard to see how much Noah’s tiny body fidgeted with nervousness as he asked ever so quietly, “Can I call Y/n mommy? She’s real nice and takes good care of me. She even kisses me goodnight when you can’t!”
Leo’s eyes widened and his mouth went agape, he could hardly fathom the thought of Noah actually WANTING to have a mom. Noah has been content with just having a dad for as long as he could remember, he’s always just wanted a dad and nothing more, or at least that’s what Leo thought. He’s imagined many different times and had many dreams that his and Noah’s small family were complete, but never once did he think Noah would want Y/n as his mom. Leo cleared his throat, “That’s up to you, bud. If you feel that way then it’s up to you, just…” Leo paused and looked down at his feet, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt, “Just don’t get upset if she doesn’t like it, okay?”
Noah slowly nodded and slunk back down underneath his Bob the Builder blankets– a gift from his Uncle Percy. Having said goodnight to Noah, Leo shuts the door and stalks off to the living room couch to once more slump down in his own shame.
Meanwhile, Y/n had taken a seat on the kitchen stools and contemplated her next move. You knew that you had confused Leo to the point of anger with your change of feelings, but you didn’t want a relationship out of pity. How could you approach him now that he’s upset? You mulled over these thoughts for a good while until you decided it was in both of your best interests to sort this out now. You nervously peek around the corner of the kitchen wall and make sure Leo is calmed down. Once you scan his body for any noticeable heat marks with your eyes, you make your way into the living room, sitting down on the couch and alerting him of your presence.
He didn’t look up at you and even moved away from you when you sat down. “Hey,” You muttered, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” Leo shook his head and scoffed at your words, “Why is it always you?”
You furrowed your brows in confusion, reaching out hesitantly to touch his arm, “What?” You scooted closer, testing your limits. Leo didn’t seem to notice your movement but retreated away from your touch, “It’s always you,” his voice cracked in emotion, hurting your heart as he continued, “I always lose control around you, I’ve never hurt you before though and I promised I’d never h-hurt anyone with my abilities, not again.”
Leo hid his face in his hands while mumbling somewhat incoherently, “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m sorry.” Your heart drops and so does your face, “Aw Leo,” You croon, “It’s not as bad as it seems. It just shocked me that’s all,” Your hand reaches out shyly to smooth down his curls, not making a difference of his wild curls. He flinched away from your touch, looking up at you with a gaze that looked more hurt than a kicked puppy.
“Your arm is red, it’s scarred and it’s all my fault,” His eyes started welling up with tears, “I love you, Y/n. But all I do is hurt you. When I left, when I was with Calypso, when I lost contact with you… How could you still love me?”
Your hand slid down to his cheek, resting there and turning his sorrow filled face towards you, thumb wiping away the stray tears that fell without his permission. You leaned forward and kissed him on his lips, slowly to savor the taste of him. The faint taste of root beer he drank earlier in the day lingered on his lips, mixing excellently alongside the sweet taste that was none other than the original taste of Leo.
You withdrew from the kiss, answering his question before you dived back in for yet another kiss, “Because you’re Leo Valdez, my best friend and the only man I’ve ever loved. I will love you always”
Based on that food truck Klance photo that’s been circulating :)
Keith wasn’t one for crowds.
They were loud, pushy, and had no concept of personal space, and it was on more than one occasion that he found himself glaring down several people who fell into those categories.
It had been better that morning, when only the early risers and keeners were out and about, sporting whatever festival merchandise they had somehow already managed to secure. T-shirts with band names in large print, flags and scarves with music quotes, and the ever abundant ball caps that were handed out willy-nilly by festival volunteers. Keith had one of the latter, but the gaudy bright colours were not really his style.
Unfortunately the others had outvoted him for their group photo, which had been posted to both Shiro’s, Matt’s, and Allura’s Instagrams. Pidge had more or less been on the same page as Keith, blatantly opposing the fluorescent pink and blue head gear with ‘Altean Summers Fest’ written on the front, but, being the younger members, had no say in the matter.
It’s day one of Julerose June! Well, when this comes out at least. A good old month of writing should polish up my skills nicely, and with a ship I love no less. Day 1: The Beginning
Juleka trudged through the rain, wishing for every raindrop that fell that she didn’t live close enough to the school to warrant no available busses. Or that she was old enough to drive, and not 13. Or that she had something better to protect herself from the rain, and not just this flimsy umbrella. Or that it wasn’t raining. That was like, a genie and a third’s worth of wishes. Entering the school building, she folded up her umbrella and held it off to the side as she made her way to the lockers. She would have to rearrange the whole thing to avoid her umbrella soaking all the books, and that would cost her a few minutes, but luckily she always left herself plenty of time for things to go wrong. She was prepared like that. Or maybe pessimistic. But whatever. Arranging the last of her books, she nodded to herself, sure this layout would keep all of her treasured fiction (and less treasured, but more expensive textbooks) dry from her dripping umbrella. Shutting the locker, she turned to make her way over to her first class. And immediately fell on her face. “Damn slippery shoes!” She shouted, using her sum total knowledge of expletives in the process. Hauling herself up, she wiped herself down and ignored the shrill giggle of Chloe from down the hall. Turning, she continued along to her class.
“Ohmygod! Juleka! Are you ok?” Mylene rushed up to her, right outside the door. “Uh, yeah. Why?” “Your nose.” Juleka put two fingers to her nose and felt something slick. Pulling her hand away, she saw them stained red. “And your shirt.” Looking down, Juleka saw a red splotch stretching across the collarbone of her shirt. Her favorite shirt no less. “Oh dammit.” “Madam!” Mylene called, drawing the teacher’s gaze. The teacher took one look at Juleka and said “Nurse.” “Yeah yeah. I got it.” Juleka replied, tipping her head back and pinching her nose as she turned around and trudged back down the hallway.
After a firm half hour in the nurse’s office to make sure she wasn’t dying of blood loss, Juleka was released to the office, to raid the lost and found for a new shirt. Mumbling to herself and using a good chunk of her willpower to not remove the cotton stuffed up her nose, Juleka flashed the pass to the receptionist and made her way over to the box. Digging around, she only became more and more agitated. Nothing in here would work! “Black.” “Huh?” Juleka said, turning to her left to see a girl she didn’t recognize in the waiting area. “Try black. So if your nose bleeds any more, it won’t be as obvious. Or red, I guess. But black will go well with your hair.” “Uh, thanks.” Juleka said, digging out a black boys t-shirt with some obscure band name on it. It wasn’t perfect, but it would work for today. “My name is Rose.” Juleka turned to the new girl, Rose apparently, and showed her mastery of the non-committal “Hm?” “I just transferred here. I, uh, I don’t have any friends yet.” Juleka nodded her understanding, then stuck out her hand. “Well now you have one. Juleka.” “Nice to meet you Juleka!” Rose said, her demeanor brightening instantly, taking Juleka’s hand in an aggressive shake. “Likewise. Thank you for the recommendation.” “You’re welcome!” A beat of silence. “So, I should probably go change.” “Right! Right.” “Hopefully I’ll see you again later though?” “Definitely.”
You took a sip from your drink as your (E/C) eyes
swept across the room once more.
The restaurant was one of your favorites. It was
surprising to find a place that served good ol’ Southern cooking in a city like
Gotham. You missed your home down South, so any forms of comfort you took full
advantage of. You’d originally moved to Gotham for school. After graduation,
you’d been offered a job at Wayne Enterprises and took it without hesitation.
The pay was good and you were actually using your mechanical engineering
degree. Which is how you found yourself in the current situation.
You had been good friends with Barbara Gordon since
freshmen year of college. She had tried her hardest to get you out on the
Gotham dating scene multiple times over the years to no avail. It’s not that
you weren’t interested in dating, but you didn’t exactly make an effort to put
yourself out there either. Babs had finally worn you down and got you to agree
to let her set you up. She assured you that you’d like the mystery guy and that
the two of you had a lot in common. You wanted to believe, but past experiences
had taught you not believe everything you were told.
“Excuse me,” a voice asked cutting into your thoughts.
“Are you (Y/N)?”
You glanced at the stranger. He was an attractive man,
more than likely in his early twenties. He had gorgeous black hair that was
slightly spiked. His blue eyes gleamed with curiosity as he stared at you. You
let your eyes soak in his lean and muscular form. It was obvious he worked out
in some capacity. He wore a plain grey t-shirt with some band name you had
never heard of on it along with blue jeans and a belt. His hands were in his
pockets and he stood slightly leaning to one side.
Realizing he had asked you a question and that you had
been staring, your cleared your throat.
“Yeah, that’s me. You must be Tim. Nice to meet you.”
You stuck out your hand to him. He stared at it for a
moment before reaching out and giving it a small shake. With that done. He slid
into the booth across from you. You pushed the menu towards him. Tim nodded his
thanks then opened it. He was still looking over the menu when your waiter came
to take his drink order. Once the waiter had walked off, the dark-haired man
looked up at you curiously.
“So, Barbara tells me you’re from the South. Which
“The Volunteer State.” Seeing that he didn’t quite get
your joke, you smiled sheepishly. “Uh…Tennessee.”
“Ah, I’ve never been there. Is it nice?”
This rest of your conversation took a similar route.
You would ask him a question, he’d answer. He would ask you a question, you’d
answer. You were pleasantly surprised to find out that your college friend was
right, you and Tim did have a lot in
common. Of course, you two did have some different tastes: he loved coffee while your preferred tea,
he wasn’t big on country music while you loved it. The differences weren’t
enough to chase you away though. Soon the two of you were laughing and having a
“I can’t believe I almost said no to this blind date.
Barbara has been trying to set me up for years.”
You laughed. “Same here! I honestly didn’t think I’d
have this much fun.”
“Me too! I’ll never tell her that though.”
“She can get kind of full of herself at times, huh?”
“You can say that again!” Tim smiled at you. “So, do
you want to do anything after dinner?”
You spent the next three hours walking around Gotham
with Tim. He was very knowledgeable of the city, even more so than you. Of
course, you had been somewhat of a hermit while in college. He pointed out good
places to visit and areas to avoid at all costs. All in all, it was an
You had just stepped into your apartment after saying
goodnight with Tim when your phone rang. You knew who it was without even
looking at the caller ID. Sighing in annoyance, you begrudgingly answered the
“What is it Barbara? It’s been a long night and I’m
“So…” She hesitated to speak. “The date didn’t go
“I didn’t say that.”
“Oh! Then it did
“I didn’t say that either.” You replied with a bored
“C’mon (Y/N)! Give me something here! At least admit
you had fun!”
You smirked at her childish behavior. “I admit
nothing. Night Babs!”
1. smoked. 2. consumed alcohol. 3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex. 4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex. 5. kissed someone of the same sex. 6. had sex. 7. had someone in your room other than family. 8. watched porn. 9. bought porn. 10. tried drugs. TOTAL: 8
———————————————————————————————— 1. taken painkillers. 2. taken someone else’s prescription medicine. 3. lied to your parents. 4. lied to a friend. 5. snuck out of the house. 6. done something illegal. 7. felt hurt. 8. hurt someone. 9. wished someone to die. 10. seen someone die. TOTAL: 13 ———————————————————————————————— 1. missed curfew. 2. stayed out all night. 3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself. 4. been to a therapist. 5. been to rehab. 6. dyed your hair. 7. received a ticket. 8. been in an accident. 9. been to a club. 10. been to a bar TOTAL: 18 ———————————————————————————————— 1. been to a wild party. 2. been to a Mardi Gras parade. 3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night. 4. had a spring break in Florida. 5. sniffed anything 6. wore black nail polish 7. wore arm bands. 8. wore t-shirts with band names. 9. listened to rap. 10. owned a 50 Cent CD. TOTAL: 22 ———————————————————————————————— 1. dressed gothic. 2. dressed girly. 3. dressed punk. 4. dressed grunge. 5. stole something. 6. been too drunk to remember anything. 7. blacked out. 8. fainted. 9. had a crush on a neighbor. TOTAL: 25 ———————————————————————————————— 1. had a crush on a friend. 2. been to a concert. 3. dry-humped someone. 4. been called a slut. 5. called someone a slut. 6. installed speakers in your car. 7. broken a mirror. 8. showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house 9. brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush. TOTAL: 29 ———————————————————————————————— 1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper. 2. seen an R-rated movie in theater. 3. cruised the mall. 4. skipped school. 5. had surgery. 6. had an injury. 7. gone to court. 8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping. 9. caught something on fire. 10. lied about your age. TOTAL: 31 ———————————————————————————————— 1. owned/rented an apartment/house. 2. broke the law in the police’s presence. 3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf 4. got in trouble with the police. 5. talked to a stranger. 6. hugged a stranger. 7. kissed a stranger. 8. rode in the car with a stranger. 9. been harassed. 10. been verbally harassed. TOTAL: 37 ———————————————————————————————— 1. met face-to-face with someone you met online. 2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight. 3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight. 4. watched TV for 5 hours straight. 5. been to a fair. 6. been called a bad influence. 7. drank and driven. 8. prank-called someone. 9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex. 10. cheated on a test. TOTAL: 45
GRAND TOTAL: 45
If you have less than 10, write “I’m a goody-goody” If you have more than 10, write “I’m still a goody goody” If you have more than 20, write “I’m average” If you have more than 30, write “I’m a bad kid” If you have more than 40, write “I’m a very bad influence” If you have more than 50, write “I’m a horrible person” If you have more than 60, write “I should be in jail” If you have more than 70, write “I should be dead”
“I sometimes wonder why my chain of shops failed.” said Terry, later. “But I just can’t work it out. All the ingredients for a healthy, profitable business were there. Just one of those things, I suppose.”
Prompt: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but where did you get that limited edition [band name] t-shirt, I have been looking for it forever, I will buy it off you, name your price. Dinner? OKAY, wait, what?
A/N: Here’s part 3! Sorry it took me so long to get up, I was having a bit of writers block but I think I’m back in the groove now. The songs I’m having the band sing aren’t going to be the typical songs that Dean or Jensen would sing so it might take some imagination on your part but hey, this is an AU after all lol. Feedback is cool :)