before i even looked at the date i knew

i felt like i was left at the altar

BARNESPIDEY’S MASTERLIST

i update it very often so it’s all up to date! x (feel free to reblog/like!)

i figured i’d just put the notes next to them - starting at +100 (in case anyone looks at that before reading) instead of adding different symbols next to them :)

Peter Parker/Spiderman x reader 

               ⚓  PART 2   (+200 notes)  

               ⚓  PART 3   (+200 notes)

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x reader

Tom Holland x reader

Draco Malfoy x reader

Sirius Black x reader

             ⚓  PART 2 (+100 notes)

Zach Dempsey x reader

  • “Stupid tapes” - Zach doesn’t want to tell his girlfriend about the tapes and she has enough and then Bryce Walker makes things even worse.(+500 notes)

              ⚓  PART 2 (+300 notes)

Shawn Mendes x reader

  • “Too tired” - Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him. (+800 notes)
  • “By the time we get there” - Shawn and y/n promised to come to this one party and he kinda breaks the promise. (+150 notes)
Crossed Wires (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

“Maybe something like you really like Cole but you think he likes Lili and he thinks you like KJ and he gets super jealous and idk then somehow he confesses his feelings hehe xx” –Anonymous

Imagine: Ever since being hired to work on the cast of Riverdale you’ve had more than professional feelings for your co-star, Cole Sprouse. His on-screen and potentially off-screen romance with Lili Reinhart complicates things, and you find solace in your friendship with KJ Apa. In the end, everyone’s wires get crossed.


You watched your coworkers Lili and Cole as they did the latest interview in promotion of Riverdale Season 2. The interviewers teased Lili incessantly about “Bughead” and the makeout scene from the Season 1 finale. Cole joined in on the teasing, laughing all the while. Lili blushed, embarrassed.

You leaned against the wall of the viewing gallery, arms crossed. Your eyes narrowed at the interaction.

“Whoa there, Serpent girl,” KJ joked, leaning up next to you. “Getting into your role a little too much?”

Little did the interviewers know that the girl watching from afar was going to be the newest upcoming star in Riverdale as the female South Side Serpent counterpart to Jughead, and Betty’s rival as his love interest. While you were ordered to keep mum on the part until your big reveal, your agent asked that you shadow the others as they interviewed so that you could prepare for the fame that would come with your first big acting gig.

You turned to him, grinning good-naturedly. “Just learning from the best.”

Cole put an arm around Lili and your expression soured. KJ laughed, and you glared at him, hoping the noise didn’t interrupt the recording.

“Would you like to learn from someone in particular?” KJ asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Your face reddened. Part of your preparation for the role included doing a lot of one-on-one character training with Cole to build your chemistry. Cole’s idea of “character training” was not reading lines but instead spending inordinate amounts of time together going on walks, eating out, and other discrete adventures. To make things worse, his sincere blue eyes made your heart jump a little bit more than you’d like to admit.

You knew Cole and Lili were close long before you’d met him. You knew they were “couple goals” on his Snapchat and their relationship on the show was the biggest ship on teenage-targeted television. It didn’t mean you have to like it.

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klance headcanons in the canon universe

• i dont think either had a crush on the other at the garrison

• i mean, maybe lance thought keith was cute but just didn’t realize it because i feel like he thought he was straight at the garrison

• and maybe keith though lance was cute too but i feel like hes not really the type to get crushes on people at school because hes more focused on other things

• keith has always had sort-of long hair (except when he was like 5, he had a bowl haircut)

• i feel like before entering the garrison he had REALLY long hair and was like “i should cut this because why not” and just, fucked shit up, and thats why he has a mullet

• lance actually didnt have that many relationships at the garrison

• sure he had a couple short term girlfriends a few times but he was always more focused on getting good grades so he could move up classes and make his family proud

• inside red is one of the only places that keith feels safe

• even after the lion switch, red will still let keith in

• i also feel like blue would let lance in, she just HAD to completely shut him out in that moment because he had to go to red

• blue didnt want to let lance in because she knew if he came in she wouldnt want to let him go

• keith has never played a sport in his entire life

• this is why he is so bad at team-oriented things and always just wants to be left to do things on his own

• legit everytime i see “oh keith did (football, soccer, hockey, etc.)” im like, what kind of ooc bullshit

• he looks good in a hockey uniform though not gonna lie

• anyways

• keith doesnt really have taste for food unless its really really good so he doesnt mind the food goo

• speaking of the food goo i think it tastes like old tea bags and grass

• i feel like keith and lanve would have that thing where theyve both confessed that they like eachother but theyre just,, so awkward and are both waiting for the other to officially ask them on a date

• i also think that before they even knew they liked eachother, they were always in “this technically could be seen as a date” situations

• to them a date can just be hanging out in their rooms together

• which they do that literally any time they get

• they always hang out in lances room because lances room has actually been home-ified while keiths room looks like no one has ever lived in there

• when they finally sort out the altean pool, everyone learns that keith actually cant swim

• keith thought that he could swim because he thought it looked pretty self explanatory but then he gets right into the deep end and almost drowns

• keiths favorite thing to do to pass time is stare out the windows on the ship and just watch the passing planets and stars

• the thing is that he can literally be staring at it for hours on end and suddenly lance comes in like “wtf babe its 2am go to sleep” and keith is like “what :0? its only been like 20 minutes”

• lance loves to watch hunk cook food

• he especially loves it because a) hunk says some wild stuff while hes cooking and b) he gets to be the taste tester

• casual hand holding is a must

• there could be someone between them and they will just reach around and hold hands behind the person

• lance gets keith into the habbit of taking naps (which isnt really a good thing considering their current job)

• so they both stop taking naps (unless given permission to chill) but instead the move into the same room (they move into lances room bc keiths room can go fuck itself)

• theyll say their going to bed at 9 but then spend 3 hours just talking to eachother about random shit

• they always have something to talk about with eachother

• lance has a secret obsession with keiths hair (despite always complaining about it) and will always run his fingers through it

• keith also has an obsession with lances hair but not in the same way

• while lance likes keiths hair because its soft and fluffy and long, keith likes lances hair because its good for fidgeting with

• lance will lay between keiths legs with his back to keiths chest while talking to the team and keith will just absent mindly touch lances hair

• nose kisses!

• nose kisses before battles!

• nose kisses before going to sleep!

• nose!

• kisses!

• 🅱️ls

• keith goes to lance or shiro for comfort depending on what type of comfort he needs

• one time in their late night talks they started talking about the future and where their relationship will go

• (after dating for a few years) their like basically engaged without either of them having ever asked

• anyways, back to that late night talk

• lance brings up kids and is like “oh yeah, you probably dont want any kids :(” and keith just stares at him like boy the fuck

• “lance i have never really had a family but i desperately want one, i want 10000 kids”

• ok im definitely gonna make a keith and lance as dads hc post after this

Stay With Me // Jay Park

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of smut.

Summary//Request: Based on Jay Park’s lyrics from his song ‘Stay With Me’. Jay thinks you deserve more than him after he’s forced to cancel spending time with you on your birthday. But, you show him that none of that matters to you - that you’ll always stay with him, no matter what.

Note; not rated M for mature, but includes some suggestive scenes.

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Making New Rules

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: After Papa Stark finds his daughter and Peter getting steamy, he decides they need to settle some rules if those two are going to become an item.

word count:1798

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YOOO PART 3 OF I DONT PLAY BY THE RULES IS UP! GIVE IT SOME LOVE! HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY!

Originally posted by tonybeifong

To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. Neither of them knew what to say or do, especially since every time the teenagers glanced at each other Tony sent glares in Peter’s direction.

Y/n couldn’t believe her father. Hadn’t he been the one that suggested they dated each other? Sure, he had find them making out in her bed, but still! She glared back at him, trying to make him drop his attitude.

Everyone could feel the tension in the air, especially with the silence that filled the room. Peter wanted to make some conversation, but he knew if he did Mr. Stark might throw the knife at him. He felt really bad about dating his daughter, the one girl that was off limits, but still, he couldn’t believe the girl he had had a crush for over a year actually liked him back. It felt too good to be real.

Everyone ate their food lost in their own thoughts, trying their hardest to avoid what they knew was next. Y/n knew her father would have a “friendly” conversation with Peter, which would scare him off, just like every other boyfriend of hers. The difference was she would actually care if this one went away.

They spend the longest hour eating, but after it was obvious what they were doing Tony finally stand up, dragging the chair loudly, making both teenagers look at him.

“Well Peter, if you’re done pretending to eat, I’ll like to have a word or two with you, in private”

Peter stared at Y/n and back at her father. He knew she couldn’t save him from this one. He had to go with him and hope for the best. He stood up and followed as Mr. Stark went into his office, not waiting for him. He glanced back at the girl one more time, and just the sight of her giving him an apologetic and worried look was enough for him to gather some courage and finally step into the room.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the office, until he finally spotted the man, looking through the big glass wall, staring at the city under them. He approached him slowly, remaining a couple feet behind him.

“Peter, you see the city, all the people in it? How many people do you think there are in New York? How many girls? There has to be at least a dozen girls in it, different sizes, shapes, ages”

“I uhh- I guess there are many”

“Then-” Tony turned around and faced him, getting a step closer to him “Why did you choose the one girl I told you not to?”

Before Peter could even open his mouth Mr. Stark was talking again, not caring about his actual answer.

“My girl is the most important thing for me! If all you wanted was a pretty face to fool around with I can introduce you to someone! Obviously not prettier than Y/n, cause she has like, really good genes- but still”

Peter could not believe what he was listening to. It had taken him a whole year for Y/n to notice him, he wasn’t about to give up on the girl of his dreams.

“It’s not like that! I- I don’t- I don’t want anybody else!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she is Y/n! I mean- her looks are a bonus but I want to get to know her, I want her to fall for me and make her happy. She is not only intelligent but also the kindest person, and she is also very funny and I just-really like her”

“How would you know? It’s not like you ever talked to her before!”

“I didn’t knew I had a chance until yesterday! If I weren’t spider man she would’ve rejected me!”

As soon as the words left Peter mouth he realised it wasn’t the smartest idea, but it was already too late. The man in front of him got an upset and angry look that suggested he wanted to murder him in the spot.

“If you really think that way about my daughter then you shouldn’t date her”

Peter knew it was wrong to even think about it, but honestly, why would the perfect girl even glance in his direction if it weren’t for the suit? Also, she just made a move once she realised who he was.

“Why else would she even think of dating me? I’m nothing compared to her”

Tony sighed as he took a seat in the couch in his office, patting the seat beside him for Peter. The boy went and sat next to him, as the man spoke.

“Lemme tell you a story about Y/n’s first day at school Peter. I thought that maybe homeschooling wasn’t the best option for her, so hey, why not send her to a public school? Get her to have the whole high school experience right? However after she arrived from her first day I knew I  was fucked. Peter, why do you think Y/n is so popular?”

“Because of you?”

“Exactly! So like at first it was ok, she had a ton of friends, but all of the sudden all the boys wanted to get into her pants, apparently you included- But she never payed attention to none, until that first day she arrived home from school and started rambling about a familiar sounding boy-

“She said she had seen the cutest boy in her Chemistry class. Apparently not only was he “cute” but also super smart.”

Tony proceed to try to imitate his daughter puppy eyes and her voice, making a lovesick grin while he continued.

“I’m telling you dad! He has the softest brown eyes! And curly hair and he is just- the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen. He is also super smart and- has like all the answers for everything! He is in the decathlon team and seriously dad, he might be smarter than your geniuses in the lab down here!”

“Everyday she would come home with one of her stories about cute brown eyes boy, until she finally discovered your name and told me”

Peter had never felt so confused. Did Y/n liked him since so long ago? Why hadn’t she said anything? They had both been pinning when they could have actually been together?

“So, you see why I’m not into the idea of you guys dating? You’re the one boy that might actually hurt my daughter, or take her away from me”

“I would never do either of those things. I really like her and I know- I know how it feels to lose people, I would never do that to you”

Tony finally loosen up to his words and gave him a side hug, while ruffling his hair.

“I know you mean no harm kid, but she is the most important person in my life, we gotta settle some rules if you really want to be with her”

“I do, and I promise I’ll try to follow them this time”

“So, first rule, no touching kid, even though you already broke that rule, try to keep your hands to yourself”

Peter knew that rule was going to be broken many times, and Tony seemed to realise as he pushed the boy and punched his arm.

“You could at least try! Okay new rule, no touching in front of me, and once the time is right we’ll have a safe talk- but that doesn’t mean I give you permission to bone my daughter!”

“What? No- Of course not! Okay so, second rule?”

“Your job is to protect her, if I’m not around then it’s your duty! Don’t let people find out about her and you being spider man! Don’t let your enemies get close to her or I swear I’ll kill you myself kiddo”

“I won’t let them anywhere near her I promise”

“Last but not least you have to maker her the happiest girl okay? She comes home crying because of you and I’ll make sure you pay for it Peter, and I mean it- especially if you break my rules. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my daughter”

“I know Mr. Stark- and also- I- I wanted to apologize for before. I shouldn’t have betrayed your trust, especially after everything you’ve done for me and-”

“I’m sorry Peter, I overreacted- and to be honest, I’ll rather have her date you than any other asshole. Anyways, We should go met Y/n, she must think I already killed you”

With these final words Tony got up and opened the door as he called for Y/n to come in, even though she was probably pretending not to spy on them.

“Everything’s settled then, I have a meeting to go, you guys finish your homework. Goodbye honey”

He kissed Y/n’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look she gave him and stepped out, leaving them alone.

“God what did he told you? I thought I’d heard some yelling in here”

The girl came next to him and cuddled beside him as he hugged her from the side.

“He was actually very cool about it, he even told me some interesting stuff”

She looked at him while Peter played with her hair, a knowing grin in his face.

“What did he told you?”

“Just stuff”

“Tell meeee!”

“He might’ve told me the story about the soft brown eyed boy”

She blushed and hide her face in his chest, as he laughed at her reaction.

“I can’t believe you had a crush on me!”

“Pete stop it! We’re dating!”

“Still! I still can’t believe it tho, we could’ve been dating for almost a year!

“Well, it’s your fault we had to wait all this time! You should’ve asked me out!”

“Well, you never talked to me either! How was I supposed to know you liked awkward dorky Peter?”

“That’s because I always thought you saw me as a mean superficial bimbo girl! I never thought you’d go out with someone like that! At least not when there were a dozen of girls better than me!”

Peter looked down at the girl in his arms and removed the hair from her face, cupping her cheek and bringing her close to him. She looked perfect next to him, looking expectantly at him, trying to get closer before he talked again.

“You’re the only girl for me”

He finally pulled her in for a kiss. This one felt different. It was sweet and slow, making his heart full with happiness. He knew next to her he didn’t had to worry about anything else, he had all the time in the world by her side.

“I guess the wait was worth it”

“It totally was”

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to this day- h.s imagine

“Tell me something good,” you whispered as you stared at your hand interlaced with Harry’s.

Harry let out a sniff before he smiled sadly at you. He squeezed your hand softly. “Like what, love?” he whispered just as softly.

You bit your bottom lip as you pondered what story you should have your husband tell. Your eyes lit up as you smiled softly. “Tell me about the first time you realized you loved me.” Harry let out a chuckle as he stared at the tiled floor underneath him. “You’ve heard this story a million times, love.”

You nodded your head as you gave Harry’s hand a small squeeze. “I know. I just want to hear it again.” Harry let out another sniff and smiled. “It was four years ago…”

Harry was sitting at his dining room table with a look of frustration on his face. He stared at the papers in front of him he needed to get sort out for his big meeting tomorrow. Tomorrow all eyes were going to be on him. This was going to be Harry’s make it or break it of his career. If the tiniest thing goes wrong, Harry can kiss his future goodbye. He grabbed his phone and sighed as he saw no messages from you. He really needed you right now. Although you guys haven’t dated long, Harry knew you were something special. He knew that in a time like this, you were able to calm him down. So when you weren’t responding to him, you could say that he was freaking out.

Harry let out a groan as he heard someone knocking on his door. He got up from the table, ready to tell whoever was at the door to get lost. When he opened the door he saw you. Instantly he smiled. “What are you doing here?”

You had your hands behind your back, holding something out of Harry’s sight. You shifted your weight from your heels to your toes. “I know you’ve been stressing out about tomorrow. I wanted to get your mind away from it. Just for a little bit.”

Harry’s heart warmed at the thought that you weren’t ignoring him that in fact, you were doing something for him. Harry nodded his head as he let you into his apartment. You walked inside, careful to not show Harry what was behind your back. You and Harry walked over to the living room and sat down. “So what did you bring, love?” Harry said as he nodded your heads towards you.

You smiled as you brought out a basket full of goodies for him. Harry’s eyebrows raised as he looked at you. You laughed and nodded your head, telling him to go on and see what was inside. The basket was filled with all of Harry’s favorite things. His favorite tea, his favorite biscuits, his favorite candle, you even brought bananas!

Harry there his head back in laughter as he pulled out an avocado with a neatly wrapped ribbon on it. You let out a chuckle as you shrugged your shoulders. “Figured you could use it for breakfast before the meeting.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your head. “Love, this was all so sweet. Thank you.”

“Even though we weren’t dating that long, you managed to remember every little detail about me. You listened to everything I said, even when they were silly thoughts. It was in that moment that I knew I loved you.” Harry said as he brought your hand to his lip and gave it a small kiss. You smiled at Harry and looked away before you looked back at him. “I can’t believe you’ve managed to keep the basket all this time.”

Harry let out a chuckle before he shook his head. “I’m never getting rid of it.”

A moment of silence passed between the both of you. The only sound heard was the occasion sniff. You were staring at the ceiling before you asked, “Remember that big fight we had?”

Harry shook his head as he looked at you. “I don’t want to think about that right now, love.” You shook your head quickly, “Do you remember what we promised when it was over?”

Harry was staring at his lap. He smiled softly and nodded. “We promised to never let things get that bad.”

You and Harry were both breathing hard from the screaming match you guys had. You don’t remember how the fight started. All you knew was that both you and Harry were mad and no one was going to crack and apologize.

You gave Harry one more cold stare before you marched upstairs to your shared bedroom. You slammed the door and locked it. Harry was quick to run after you. When he tried opening the door, he let out a groan and slammed his fist against the door. “Y/N! It’s my room too! You can’t lock me out!”

You rolled your eyes as you began getting ready for bed. “Fuck off! Sleep on the couch for all I care!”

The next morning you woke up expecting the fight to be resolved between the two of you but instead it seemed like things were worse. You went downstairs to see Harry’s makeshift bed on the couch. Harry walked out from the kitchen, a mug of tea in his hand. His eyes followed your gaze. He let out a scoff, “I hope you feel bad I had to sleep on that lumpy couch.”

Your eyes furrowed. You crossed your arms before you bitterly said, “If you weren’t such an ass…” And then another fight began. On the third day of the fight, you were coming home from maybe one of the worst days of your life. It seemed like everything you did at work was wrong. You didn’t have enough cash for lunch and you lost your credit card, your boss yelled at you for something that was beyond your control, you accidentally ripped your skirt meaning you had to sit and stand awkwardly for the rest of your shift; it was just a terrible day.

When you got home with tears in your eyes, Harry was quick to drop the attitude and the fight as he rushed to your side. He pulled you into his arms as you sobbed into his arms. “I’m so sorry, H.” You cried. Harry shushed you as he pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry too, love.”

“I’m so tired, H.” you whispered. Harry could feel your hold on his hand slowly getting weaker. Harry’s eyes widened with panic. In an attempt to make his time with you last a little bit longer, Harry asked, “Do you remember how nervous I was when I said my vows to you?”

You let out a cough before you chuckled, “I thought you were going to pass out if I’m being honest.”

The room was silent as you read your vows to Harry. Literally, you could see almost every guest tear up with how manful your vows were. Harry was sniffling himself as he listened to every promise you made to him. The pastor gave you a nod as he turned to Harry. “And now Harry will say his vows.”

Harry’s eyes widened. He pulled out his vows from his jacket pocket. Because his hands were so shaky, the piece of paper fell. You, along with a couple of guests, chuckled. Harry cleared his throat. With a shaky voice, “Y/N. When asked what is my biggest achievement in life, I will always say it was meeting you. I will say that it was managing to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you to fall in love with someone as clumsy and dorky as me. Before you, I have never been in love. Now I know what it is. Love is looking into your eyes and feeling happiness. Love is you laughing at all my awful jokes. Love is being with you. I promise to always be in love with you. I promise to take care of you when you’re sick. I promise to be with you till we’re old. On this day, on our wedding day, I promise you.”

Harry’s eyes began to water as he recalled his vows to you. You let out a smile, trying to make light of the situation. “I’m sorry you won’t be able to accomplish those things.”

Harry shook his head as he let out a sob. He rested his head on your hospital bed. You began crying yourself. You ran your hand over Harry’s hair. In between Harry’s sobs he choked out, “Please don’t go, Y/N.”

You let out a deep breath. “I’ve been fighting this battle for too long, H.” Harry looked up at you. “I’m afraid what life is going to be like when you’re gone.”

You motioned Harry to come closer. You placed your hands on the side of his face. “I love you. And being with you has been the best time of my life. I’m so honored to be able to say I died your wife.”

Harry closed his eyes as he placed his hands on top of yours. “Please, Y/N.” You shook your head as you continued, “Please don’t live your life in pain when I’m gone. I can’t die peacefully knowing that you’re wasting your time being sad. Live your life, Harry. Live it as if I’m still there with you.”

Not being able to hold himself any longer, Harry leaned in and gave you a kiss. It was so soft and so gentle. It was a goodbye kiss. You kissed him back, savoring the taste of him for one last time. Harry pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N Styles.”

You choked back your own sob. “I will love you to the moment I die, Harry.” And even though they’ve told Harry multiple times that he couldn’t get into bed with you, he climbed on to your hospital bed. He carefully made sure he didn’t mess with the wires as placed his head on your chest, “I’m going to miss you so much, Y/N.” 

You wrapped your arms around him, letting him be the little spoon, for this was probably going to be the last time you would be able to hold him like this. 


THIS MADE ME TEAR UP MY GOODNESS. lol. 

i wanted to write something different from the married series. i hope you guys liked this. let me know what you guys thought!

ps. thank you so much for all the kind messages. it means the world hearing from you guys. all the support i got from my little rant was amazing. you guys gave me the extra push i needed and inspired me. thank you to every single one of you guys

Wishes

“You have one new voice message,” the pleasant female voice on his communicator chimed when Keith got back from training.

Keith frowned, baffled; if it was an emergency the team would have contacted Kolivan directly. They were the only Non-Blade members with his number, after all. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the button. Lance’s face appeared, a sheepish smile on his lips. He was the last person Keith had expected. He was thinking maybe Hunk asking about the whereabouts of his gloves (Keith’s pocket) or maybe Pidge, asking more questions about the Galra.

Lance was a surprise, to say the least.

“Uh…hey man. I know its probably weird to hear from me-we’re all fine and everything!-um, but I was looking up what date it was back on earth and I just….I wanted to call and say happy birthday. I’m not sure if you even knew it was today or whatever, but I uh…I got you something for when you get back, if you want it, and um. Yeah. So. Happy birthday, Mullet.”

The message ended on Lance’s small smile, the screen darkening a little to ask Keith if he wanted to save the message or delete it.

He hadn’t even known. The date, his birthday…no one had told him anything, and yet Lance…

Before he quite knew what he was doing, Keith had hit the call button. He scrambled the moment he did so, remembering just how sweaty he was from training. His fingers slicked back damp hair and he toweled off his face vigorously, flinging the fabric off screen the moment Lance answered.

“Two ticks, Keith.”

He frowned down at the black screen. “What?”

Lance popped back up, his smile wide. “Had to hide your gift. Couldn’t spoil it!”

“You didn’t have to-”

“I know.”

Keith licked his lips and swallowed, mouth dry. “How did you know it was my birthday?” he blurted out.

Lance’s face went rosy and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I just…I remembered. From the Garrison. Is that bad?”

No one remembered his birthday. No one except for Shiro, anyway. Keith swallowed the lump in his throat and took a shaky breath. “No,” he managed, lifting his eyes to meet Lance’s. “Thanks. Even Shiro didn’t…I mean, I didn’t remember either, but he usually does.”

Lance frowned a little. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about him. But that can wait. Here, hold on.”

He leaned off screen and returned seconds later with a purple and orange cupcake, a single candle flickering in the center. “Make a wish.”

“But I can’t-”

“Keith.”

He snickered and shut his eyes, thinking for a moment and then blowing gently against his tablet. When his eyes opened again, the candle was smoking and out, Lance’s tiny smirk of satisfaction giving him away.

“What’d you wish for?”

Keith gave a grin and shook his head, warmth coiling in his chest at the thought of his wish; getting a long, tight hug from the paladin in front of him. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

Lance shook his head, eyes twinkling. “I bet it was for a new knife,” he joked.

“Oooh. Is it too late to change?”

They giggled quietly and Lance wiped at his eyes, getting a smidge of tangerine colored frosting on his cheek. “I should probably go,” he breathed. “Allura wants us to work on hand to hand.”

Keith pursed his lips. “Wait, you wanted to tell me something about Shiro.”

Lance’s smile fell and Keith regretted bringing it up. “Later,” he promised. The soft look was back and he lifted the cupcake, winking. “Happy birthday, Keith.”

He dropped the Shiro subject and nodded. “Thank you, Lance. Talk to you later?”

“You know it.”

They hung up and Keith promptly pressed both hands to his face to hide the goofy grin on his cheeks. He was so fucked.

Imagine Jensen, your boyfriend, visiting you on set when you have a intense kissing scene with your ex and costar, Tom.

Originally posted by spindle-berry

Related to these: Imagine while at the Comic Con with your boyfriend Jensen, you run into your ex Tom whose feelings for you have not changed one bit. (Part 1)

Imagine getting a role in a movie with your ex Tom and Jensen, your current boyfriend, getting jealous and worried. (Part 2)

“Can you please not look like this?” you whispered to your fiance whose eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Like what?” he said in a low rough voice and you cupped his clenched jaw.

“Like you want to rip his heart out or even more cut his head off.” you said with a small sigh and his eyes moved from your ex in the background to meet yours. He gave you a half-smile, but it certainly wasn’t like the sweet ones he’d usually give you. More like a murderous one.

“No, not his head off.” he said and your eyes widened.

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Adored by Him (Part 2)

A/N: So I got distracted playing Mass Effect, so I’m sorry if this seems rushed. #itried 

Warnings: Idk last time this made people cry so grab tissues.

Word Count: 1, 450

Your POV 

“Well I am, so please move…I’m sorry” 

“Y/N, wait-” 

This was the tenth time I replayed the past events in my head. I feel like I didn’t even take time to think about how Dan felt with all of this? Overwhelmed? Guilty? All I remember was leaving our home, my already red, puffy eyes flickering up to his glossy ones. I didn’t know where to go. I was too impulsive…maybe I should have just lied about what was wrong with me? No. Phil was right the best thing to do is get it off my shoulders. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I let out a big sigh and checked what it was. 

Dan: Y/N where are you?

Dan: Y/N I’m sorry. Are you okay?

Y/N: I’m fine Dan. Pls don’t tell me you’re out looking for me.

Dan:…

Y/N: Daniel

Dan: look you left, and we need to talk about this.

Y/N: Hard pass

Dan: you can’t just “hard pass” your way out of this.

Y/N: Just did.  

I closed my eyes, looking up at the beautiful London night sky. It was mostly just black, but with some stars scattered in different places lighting up the sky. I guess there’s something to calm me down. That thought quickly escaped my mind when I felt my phone vibrate again. 

Phil: Found you

Y/N: sounds like ur bout to murder me m8

Phil: Shut up, turn around. 

I sat up on the bench, and twisted around in my seat to see Phil standing a few feet away. The moment I made eye contact with him all I could see was sympathy in his eyes. I almost broke down crying again but I was already drained from the previous crying. I got up from the bench and ran towards Phil, he caught me in a warm embrace. After a few moments, we pulled away and I tried my best to give him a small smile. 

“You need to talk to Dan.” Phil said in a very stern voice. 

“Not you too.” I groaned, rolling my eyes. 

“Avoiding your problems isn’t going to do anything to help." 

"Please don’t tell me you told Dan where I was.” The second after I said that, I heard a relieved gasp from behind me. I turned around, but I was greeted with someone throwing their arms around my waist. I almost instantly knew who it was. Black coat, scruffy brown hair, and that distinct scent that emitted off of his body. Dan. I felt my throat go dry, and my heart rate increased. I started shaking my head, and pushed Dan off of me.

“My job is done. See you guys back home.” Phil laughed. I stared at him with a questioning look. Why was he LAUGHING at this?  

“Dan I told you not to-” I turned my attention back to Dan, but I was still avoiding eye contact.

“My turn to interrupt you. Let me talk.” Dan put his finger up so I would stay silent.

“Dan please. I know what you’re going to say and-” Before I could even say the rest of my sentence, Dan grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in for a warm, soft kiss. I wanted to reject it, because I knew he was taken. He was dating a beautiful, adventurous girl that I could never be compared to. But I couldn’t help myself. I melted under his touch and as cheesy, and cliché as it sounds, the kiss felt magical. He pulled away and smiled at me.

“Can I talk now?” He smirked, still holding my cheeks. I felt my face heat up, and I knew that my face was super red. I was still caught up in his kiss. I still felt his lips lingering on mine even though they weren’t even there.

“Why did you do that, Dan? You’re dating Allison.” Reality hit me, and I took his hands off my face. I stared at the ground after a realization that I’ll never be able to kiss him again.

“But I’m not.” Dan’s voice got softer, and my eyes flickered up to his. His eyes looked at me with care, and love. I felt a spark go off in my stomach, has he always looked at me like that?

“W-What do you mean?”

“I was lying when I said we got in a fight. She actually broke up with me because she knew I still loved you.”

“Wait you…what? Still?” My eyes lit up and I was staring into his wonderful eyes.

“I don’t know where to start really. The moment we met I knew you were going to be this amazing person, and I adored you almost instantly. I spent my time convincing myself I wasn’t good enough for you and that you would never have feelings for me back. So I moved on.” He shrugged his shoulders and now he was the one avoiding eye contact. 

I felt my heart sink, and I tried searching in his eyes to see if I was able to tell if he was lying or not.  

“Then I met Allison. She’s an amazing girl don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t lying when I said I thought I felt something strong with her. That’s only because I was still in denial that I still had feelings for you. Then earlier today when she broke up with me, it did hurt. I thought she was my only chance at having a long lasting relationship because I thought there were unrequited feelings between me and the person I really loved.” He grabbed my hand and stared at it for a while. He started stroking the back of my hand with his thumb and continued talking. “But I lied to you because…I don’t know actually. I felt vulnerable and pathetic." 

"Dan…” I lifted my free hand to his cheek. He leaned into my touch instantly, closing his eyes. I dropped my hand from his cheek and he looked into my eyes again. Looking…guilty? 

“But then you told me you loved me, and that me dating Allison hurt you a lot. I thought ‘damn, only I can fuck up this much.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I saw how hurt you were and I felt…well saying guilty is an understatement. So I tried to explain myself, like I’m doing right now. But you being the stubborn bugger you are, you didn’t give me a chance to speak.”  

I didn’t know what to say. I got lost in his eyes for a while. Trying to process everything he said. He loved me? Wait not loved, he LOVES me. I felt so relieved and happy, I burst into happy tears. A change from all the sad tears I spilt that night.

“Oh my god did I fuck up again? What did I say? Y/N are you okay?” Dan let go of my hand and backed away from me, scared that he hurt me again. I shook my head, laughing at his reaction. 

“Yes, I’m okay Dan. I’m beyond okay.” I opened my arms, and wrapped them around his neck. I held onto him tightly, scared that I would choke him, I loosened my grip around his neck. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, holding me close.  

“I’m sorry for everything I put you through, Y/N. I never intended to hurt you.” He nuzzled his face into my neck. The feeling of his hot breath caused shivers to go down my spine. 

“I know you didn’t Dan. I love you.” I pulled away from him, though I left my arms still wrapped around his neck. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” Dan smiled at me, his eyes flicking down to my lips then back to my eyes.

“Are you thinking of that kiss from earlier too?” I chuckled, leaning my forehead against his. 

“Maybe.” He looked into my eyes one more time before pulling me into another kiss. My hands went up to his hair, and I felt his grip tighten on my waist.

“Maybe we should get out of the cold.” I pulled away to catch my breath.

“That might be a good idea.” He laughed, pulling away from me. 

On the walk back to our flat, we laughed, telling stories of random things that happened to us over the past week. Our hands were intertwined the whole way. I knew this is where I wanted to be, I didn’t have to decide where to go because I already knew. With Dan, I was already home. I finally knew how it felt to be adored by him, and I was never going to let what we have go.

Stargazing and controlling mothers JugheadXCooper!Reader Oneshot

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: Does Alice Coopers existence count? 

notes: Lmao sorry for the long wait but I got hella busy and also sick. what can you do :/ anyways enjoy my PG fluff.



You stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You were supposed to be doing math homework, but the glow in the dark star stickers that you had superglued to your ceiling in 4th grade were much more interesting. So you stared at your makeshift night sky and thought about everything.

You thought about your sister Polly, and how much you missed her.
You thought about Jason Blossom’s death, and how you didn’t miss him.
And you thought about your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and how you really missed him. Your disapproving mother didn’t exactly know you were dating him, and you hadn’t been able to sneak off to see him in the past couple weeks. Everyone else knew, and you wished you could share that part of your life with your mom, but there was no way in hell she’d be okay with you dating the son of a Southside Serpent.

“(y/n)? Are you still awake?” Your sister Betty’s voice came from the other side of your door.

You tore your eyes away from the ceiling and ruffled a hand through your hair, “Yeah Betts, I’m still up. Come on in.” Your door creaked open and Betty walked in. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand next to you.
You sat up and nodded, “So, what’s up?” you asked.

Betty smiled sadly before taking a deep breath, “I’ve just been thinking about Polly lately. I mean, I know Mom won’t let us see her. And even if she did, Polly might not even be herself. But I really wish we could, I really miss her.”


You flopped back on your bed, letting out a long sigh. “Yeah I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like Mom’s trying to erase Polly, She won’t talk about her, won’t let us see her, and I hate it. I hate the whole thing. I miss her. I miss the way things used to be.”
Betty laid down next to you, the both of you staring at the star covered ceiling. You sat in silence for awhile. But after a few minutes Betty broke it with a complete subject change. “So, how’s Jughead?”

You grinned, “Good as far as I know. With your recent cheer-bellion Mom’s been cracking down on me with little errands for the newspaper. Trying to keep me busy, I think, so I don’t get any ideas about following in the scandalous footsteps of my sisters.”

Betty laughed lightly, “cheer-bellion?”
“Yeah. You know, Cheering-rebellion.”
Betty just laughed again.

_______

The next morning you woke up before your alarm and rolled out of bed, your (e/c) eyes still bleary from sleep.  
You got ready for school quickly and threw your stuff in your bag. You climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. Betty was eating an apple and studying her history textbook at the kitchen table when you walked in.

“Are you studying at seven am?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a test today?”
“No.”
“You terrify me.”
You shuddered jokingly and went to steal a sip of Betty’s orange juice, but she slapped your hand away. “Get your own (y/n)." 

You huffed as you grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter. "Nah, gotta get to school. Meeting…people.” Just as you had bit into your muffin, your mom walked in, already dressed for the day and chatting on the phone.
“Bye mo

m, I’m heading to school.” You waved before turning to walk out of the room. But Your mother’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going, Sweetie? School doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m going early to work in the library for a bit.” You lied easily. You were meeting Jughead early today because you hadn’t been able to see him (other than the short lunch period) for weeks.

You grabbed your bag, muffin in hand, and walked out the front door. You walked to the school with a dorky smile on your face. There was a definite lovestruck idiot vibe coming from you.
____

When you arrived at the school, Jughead was waiting for you at the front doors. There were very few people hanging around the building, most teenagers didn’t show up an hour early to school.

When he spotted you he smiled. “Hey–” Before he could get out a greeting, you gave him a chaste kiss. When you pulled back he had a faint blush on his face, bringing a grin to your face. “I know you have a no PDA rule, but there’s barely any people around so. I feel like it shouldn’t count.”
He smirked, “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Hey, guess who doesnt have newspaper things to do tonight!” You switched the topic to your evening of freedom from your mother’s incessant errands.
“Is it some unattainable version of you?” Jughead asked jokingly, but you sensed a tiny hint of sadness behind the teasing tone.
“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just regular me. Shocker, right?”
He grinned, “So does this mean I can actually see you tonight?”
You nodded while smiling broadly.

You and Jughead sat and chatted for about half an hour until the school was overrun with your classmates.
You stood up to head inside, “I’ll see you at lunch?” Jughead asked. You grinned and nodded in confirmation. Then you went inside and headed towards your locker.
____

Later that day you opened your front door, immediately heading for your room, But before you could get even to the stairs, your mom stopped you. And she did not look happy.

“(y/n), are you dating the Jones boy?”

You froze and internally cursed. “What?” you asked, blindsided by her question.
Your mother held up Betty’s Diary and fixed you with a stern glare. Dammit. You knew she had been reading that fucking thing.
“You are aren’t you? You know how I feel about him! (y/n), I don’t think you should see him anymore.“

"I am not going to stop seeing my boyfriend just because you can’t get past who his father is!” Your temper was flaring. You crossed your arms, giving her a defiant glare.
She rubbed her temples. “(y/n), I just want what’s best for you–”
You cut her off, “No, you want what’s best for you.” Your tone was cold and clipped. 

She could control everything else, you didn’t care. You would not let her control this. Alice Cooper was not going to stop you from seeing Jughead Jones.
You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed back out the front door.
____

You showed up at the Twilight Drive, completely pissed and on the verge of tears. You knew Jughead was working that night and he was the only person you wanted to see right now.

You knocked on the door to the little projector building, tears threatening to spill from your (e/c) eyes. Jughead opened the door, looking somewhat annoyed. His face immediately softening when he saw it was you, and not some unhappy drive-in patron. You didn’t say anything and just wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your breathing was shaky and unsteady from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were experiencing. Jughead put his arms around your waist slowly.
“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jughead asked you, his voice laced with concern. You mumbled something into his shoulder, nearly impossible for him to understand.

You untangled yourself from Jughead’s arms and looked up at him. “She said she didn’t want me to see you anymore.”
Jughead sighed. “We both knew that was coming.”
“Yeah, well…it’s not like I ever had any intention of listening. She can control whatever else she likes, but not this. Not us.” You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. You didnt want to fight with your mom, didn’t want to wish she was someone else, but that’s just how it was. “Can I hang out here for a bit? I don’t really want to go home right now.”


Jugheads lips quirked up a bit at the corners and he nodded. You smiled and climbed up the chain link fence before twisting and pulling yourself onto the roof of the pink projector building. Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even he had never thought of doing that.

He followed you up and sat next to you, the movie screen illuminating the whole lot. There were a few scattered cars around, but most people didn’t see movies on weekdays.
“So, where’d you learn to do that?” Jughead asked as you leaned back, staring at the stars overhead.
You grinned.

“When I was 9, I had no friends other than Betty and Polly. This was around the time Betty had a bit of a phase about her little sister hanging around. Although, I think that was ‘cuz she didnt want me tagging along with her and Archie. And Polly had her own friends. So I was alone most of the time. So I got bored a lot and used to sneak over the fence and onto the roof here so I could watch whatever was playing without being caught. Mom wouldn’t pay for me to come here whenever anything she deemed inappropriate was playing, which was pretty much everything. So I had to get creative.”

Jughead snorted, “I guess we were both pretty adept at getting in here without being caught.” There was a trace of bitterness in his words. He got that whenever he talked about anything even remotely relating to his family.
You put your hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

Jughead shook his head slightly as the movie credits rolled in the distance. “I’m okay. I just need to go take the reel out of the projector.” He lowered himself of the roof as you watched the people in cars pack up and drive off.  You heard the chain link fence rattling as Jughead appeared back on the roof, laying down next to you.  You put your head on his chest and stared up at the night sky.
“Don’t you have to go home?” Jughead asked, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, “Probably.” But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to go home, not yet anyways.
You couldn’t say how long you and Jughead stayed like that, just watching the stars in comfortable silence. And pretty soon you fell asleep, your hands intertwined and your head still on his chest.
___

The next morning you were woken up by someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!?” you sat bolt upright and glanced around, Betty was wandering around the drive in calling your name. You almost had a heart attack when you realized it was morning.
You stood up and waved your arms to get bettys attention. “Betty! hey!” Jughead stirred at the sound of your voice, While Betty headed towards the building.

“What’s happening?” Jughead asked groggily.
“I’m going to die. That’s what’s happening.” You ran a hand through your hair and laughed ruefully. Your mother may actually kill you.

You and Jughead climbed down the fence and Betty grabbed you in a bear hug. “No one knew where you were and no one could get ahold of you! We thought you were dead! There’s a murderer running around!” Betty scolded you angrily.
You checked your phone and the screen was black, signalling it was dead.
“Oops?” You offered sheepishly.

Jughead leaned against the building and watched Betty scold you.
“Oops?! Mom is ACTUALLY going to kill you this time!” Betty grabbed your hand and tried to drag you while texting with her other hand, letting everyone know you were okay. You tugged your hand out of her grasp and walked back to where Jughead was standing.

“If this is truly my end, I love you Jughead Jones the Third.” You grinned, an overly dramatic tone in your voice. You kissed his cheek and ran back to where Betty was standing. He was frozen with shock. That was the first time either of you had said I love you.

“What?” You asked innocently.
Betty laughed lightly, even though she was still beyond angry with you. Your mom’s car pulled up and Betty leaned over to you. “Any last words?”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so terrified.
Totally Worth it.”

BTS reaction to your natural hair

Seokjin :

Originally posted by jjilljj

He would stare at you and you would look at him like ‘what’, and he would tell you how you looked like a goddess. Jin would literally make you stop what you were doing just for him to tell him that you looked snatched. It would be a everyday thing and sometimes it got to a point where you had to ask him to stop. You loved it but enough was enough.

“You look like goddess.”

Yoongi:

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Would lowkey love it, he would act like he didnt care but you knew. When he knew you wasn’t look he smile at you and think that were so beautiful. If your were lucky, you would catch him in the act. And whenever you would question him he would tell you “What I wasn’t lookin at you, I was looking at the clock right beside you.” You would give him the side eye before walking away.

“Beautiful.”

Namjoon:

Originally posted by baebsaes

Straight on he would tell you that you looked like a queen and would flirt with you even though you were dating. As the day goes on he would compliment you but not every ten seconds unlike Jin. When dinner came round he would ask you one or two questions about your hair and you would answer happy that he wanted to learn more about your hair and its wonders.  

“You look sexy today babe.”

Hoseok:

Originally posted by parkjiminer

He would fall in love with you again. J-hope would run around the house and take candid pictures of you and them to guys, telling them that he had stunning girlfriend who loved him and they didn’t. He would tell you every ten seconds that he loved you and that you were beautiful.

“Amazing!”

Jimin:

Originally posted by minspink

Chim Chim would be all shy and flustered like he always is when when you do something. He would shyly come up to you and tell you that you looked amazing and that you make him happy over and over again while giving you kisses all over your face. Jimin would ask if he could touch your hair and when you said yes his eyes lit up.

“Your hair is so curly!”

Taehyung:

Originally posted by mvssmedia

He’d automatically stare and fawn over you in a dream like faze. You found it adorable at how he loved your hair and ow he wanted to know all about it like Namjoon. He’d also take pictures of you and make them his wallpaper, so whenever he was on tour he’d open his phone and see you and your natural hair.

“You look like a angel.”

Jungkook:

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Jungkook would be shook. Shook. He wonder why you’d hide all of you hair but nothing less he still loved it. Lowkey confused about how curly your hair was and how his hair was so straight. You’d have to teach him about your hair and show the difference between both his and your hair.

NO WORDS^

Henry Bowers: Jealous

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Henry Bowers X Female Reader

Summary: Reader has been friends with Patrick Hockstetter since they were kids, making Henry jealous of how close they are.

Warnings: Smut, Jealousy and if you squint you might see a little angst.

A/N: I wrote that they go to high school cause I’m Australian so if that’s wrong for you americans…sorry. I combined two requests for this. I hope you don’t mind. REQUESTS ARE OPEN  :) 


Ever since I could remember, Patrick Hockstetter had been in my life. We met when we were very young because we lived next to each other. Since then we were practically inseparable.

We were both In high school and hung out with three other boys. Belch Huggins, Victor Criss and of course, the “leader”, Henry Bowers. Our group was well know for terrorizing the local children of Derry. I didn’t take part in the senseless bullying; more times than not I tried to stop it. But the boys continued to scare and hurt random school kids. A perfect example of this being now. Henry was standing behind a monument, leaning against it. While Patrick and I hid behind a tree together and Belch and Victor hid behind a car. We were waiting for a kid named Ben to pass this area on his way home.

“Do we have to do this?” I asked Patrick desperately as I leaned against the tree.

“You can leave if you want.” Patrick teased me and leaned his arm on the tree above my head.

“Who else is gonna stop you from killing a poor kid?” I smirked and punched his arm lightly. He shook his head and scoffed.

For a moment my eye caught Henry’s as he glared at Patrick and I. He looked away as soon as he saw me looking back. I took this chance to take in his appearance. He was wearing light blue jeans that were ripped and baggy. A dark green muscle tank that showed of his arms and of course his signature mullet. As if he felt me checking him out, he glanced over again. I looked away and started to talk to Patrick again.


Days later and Henry and I were still staring back and forth. We were all hanging out at my house. Thankfully my evil parents weren’t home to judge the fact that I had four boys over. Let alone, in my bedroom. We were all sitting down and talking about our families and school and the town in general. Belch and Victor were sitting on my two beanbags and Henry was sitting on my windowsill, glaring at Patrick and I sitting on my bed together. I was leaning against the wall with my legs crossed, while Patrick was lying down on my bed with his head in my lap. Despite the fact that Patrick and I had this flirty relationship, we were friends. We knew each other too well to ever even think about dating.

“I should probably head off.” Said Patrick, getting up, kissing me on the cheek and saying goodbye to Henry. Victor and Belch agreed before following him out.

I looked back at Henry and noticed him staring at me as if he was contemplating something. I stared back and took in his outfit. Black, baggy jeans that were shredded and a red muscle tank. After spending a minute checking each other out, he spoke.

“What’s going on with you and Patrick?” He looked into my eyes awaiting my answer.

“What?” I laughed. “Nothing.” Henry stood up, walked over to my bed and stood infront of me. He rested his arms beside me on the bed and slowly leaned in.

“Not even in secret?” He paused just before our lips touched.

“Not even in secret.” I assured him. As soon as he heard this He quickly closed the gap between us. He put his left hand on my cheek and kissed me deeply. He gently pushed me down so I was laying on my bed. His lips trailed down my neck and sucked in various places, leaving hickeys. I trailed my arms down his chest and tugged on the bottom of his shirt. Henry pulled away from our kiss and pulled it over his head, exposing more of his body to me. I ran my hands down his chest as he flung his shirt to the other side of the room. He leant down to me and pecked my lips before pulling me into a sitting position. I pulled my shirt over my head and took off my sweatpants. Henry did the same thing with his own jeans and threw them in the same general direction as his shirt. I reached into one of the drawers of my bedside table and pulled out a condom.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked me and he grabbed the condom out of my hand.

“If you are.” I responded. To this he smiled and shed his boxers to reveal his erection. He rolled the condom onto his cock as I kissed his jawline and trailed down to his neck. He put his arms around my waist and I pulled my lips away from his neck. I straddled him and sunk down onto his length with small moans coming from both of us. He guided me on where to move with his hands that were still placed on my waist firmly. I rested one hand behind his neck and the other on his bicep. I started to bounce up and down on him, slowly at firs.

“Y/N,” He moaned. “Go faster.” But I was enjoying teasing him so I continued to go the same pace. He looked at me trying to see if I was doing this to him on purpose. When he saw I was he smirked and pulled me off of his lap. He lay me down and got on top of me. He entered me again and I moaned. He had one hand beside my head and the other on the headboard. Henry thrust in and out, his pace quickening.

“Fuck,” I yelled out along with various moans. “Henry, f-faster.” 

My headboard was slamming against the wall at this point as he sped up his actions and moaned. He moved his hand from beside my head and reached down to rub my clit in fast circles. I felt a knot in my stomach start to form.

“Fuck, Henry, I’m-” I interrupted myself with yet another pornographic moan. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, let go.” He moaned as i dug my nails into his bicep. Almost instantly, my body shook and I came. Henry followed seconds after and continued to thrust as we rode out  our highs. He got off of me and lay down next to me on the bed. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Henry stated.

“You should’ve done it way sooner.” I smirked.

Secret Tattoo

Modern Au, Summary: Edmund has a secret tattoo and everyone finds out. 


Caspian crashed through the door to his apartment. Well, the tiny apartment-like space he shared with Edmund and Eustace. He could totally afford a large flat all by himself, but, having been an only child most of his life, he loved having them as his brothers from other mothers. Especially when he could completely annoy and embarrass them.       

“Hey Ed! I heard about your tattoo!” He shouted from the short hallway that lead into their living room/kitchen. He heard a dish crash to the floor, and dashed towards the kitchen. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you little-”       

Caspian froze. Not only were all of Edmund’s siblings and Eustace laying the table for dinner, but Edmund’s parents were standing in the kitchen as well. In total silence, they all looked from Caspian to Edmund with a mixture of horror and delight on their faces. Caspian had wanted to embarrass Edmund, but not humiliate him. He grinned sheepishly at Ed, who had a shattered dish at his feet. He looked terrified. “Bad timing, huh?”      

 The apartment erupted into chaos.      

“You got a tattoo, Edmund! How could you not tell me?! Where is it? What is it?” Lucy screamed.      

“It’s probably a tramp stamp of the Millennium Falcon.” Peter laughed. He grabbed the back of Ed’s shirt, pretending to look for it. Edmund pushed him away and backed into a corner.      

 "Why didn’t you tell us Edmund?!“     

“You should have known you couldn’t keep it a secret, Ed. We’re your family!”

"Does (Y/N) know?”      

“Why does (Y/N) have to know? That’s sexist.”

“That’s not sexist, it’s a joke.”     

“Edmund,” his mother said calmly. “Are you sure it’s something you can live with for the rest of your life?”      

“Tattoos aren’t even that permanent these days, Mom.”      

“Oh, come on Ed, let me see it!”      

“Let us see it!”       

Edmund, who had said nothing throughout all of this babble, threw his hands in the air. “Lucy didn’t go through all of this when she got a tattoo!”     

“That’s because we want to know why you’re hiding it. Lu spent months getting everyone’s approval.” Peter answered.

“I don’t need your-”     

“Wait!” Susan exclaimed. “How did Caspian find out?” All attention turned towards the young man who was peeking in the pots on the stove. He gave Edmund a sympathetic look before answering.       

“The tattoo artist is an ex of mine. Heard them talking about a guy named Caspian and wondered if I knew them. I should thank you Ed, I got a date tomorrow.”       

“Them?”  Their stepfather repeated. Lucy’s smile stretched from ear to ear. “(Y/N) went with you! Oh, now I have know what it is! Where is it, Ed?!” She tugged at his sleeves and collar.        

“What is the tat, Caspian?” Susan asked. Caspian opened his mouth.        

“Hey!” Ed shouted. “That’s enough! Can’t I just have one secret?!" 

His glare was enough to stop even Lucy. Before anyone could say anything else, he grabbed Caspian by the arm, dragged him into his bedroom, and shut the door. Caspian didn’t even bother to be charming; he owed Edmund that much. 

"I need you to promise me that you won’t tell them. None of them. Not Susan, not Lucy. No one. Even if they bribe you or threaten you.” His looked at Caspian with pleading eyes. “Please? This was supposed to be something…private….just between (Y/N) and I.”         

Caspian couldn’t stop the smirk that flew to his lips. “Did she get a matching one?”        

“Why would she get a-” He stopped himself. “Oh. You don’t know what it actually is, do you?” Caspian shook his head. There a moment of silence. Edmund sighed. He ran a hand down the side of his hip. “Well, since you’ll just ask your loose-lipped date tomorrow-”       

“I won’t ask.” Caspian said honestly. “Even though we constantly act like it, Ed, I’m not your brother. I respect your privacy. Like you said, you can have your secrets…I certainly have mine.” Edmund raised an eyebrow. “Don’t ask. Now, let me see if I can sort through this mess I made.”         

It was total chaos again when they opened the door. (Y/n) had arrived and Edmund’s family was interrogating her.       

“Did he get it someplace we could see when he goes swimming?”       

“Is it a quote? Oh, I bet it’s one of Ed’s favorite quotes. Is it the traitor one? Or the no-one-makes-it-out-of-life-alive one?”     

“That’s a bit morbid, Eustace.”       

“Was it the Deathly Hallows? The Tardis? Am I getting warmer?”        

“How did you all find out?!” (Y/N) shouted over them. Edmund rubbed his forehead. His family was relentless. They wouldn’t stop until they got their answer.        

Caspian whistled. All heads turned towards him. He put on his serious face (which he didn’t wear often); all business with a touch of charm that encouraged trust and maintained everyone’s attention.         

“Listen,” he began. “It’s all very wonderful that we are all so concerned with dear Edmund here, but he is allowed his privacy. And we should all respect that. I’m sorry I didn’t, Ed.” That sobered everyone right up. Some apologies were mumbled. Caspian grinned. “Great! Now, let’s eat!”         

They all sat down for dinner. They conversed in polite conversation, which was rare for them, usually talking over each other. Edmund even smiled. But, Eustace was discussing his biology professor, when Lucy interrupted him and whined, “Oh, please let me see it!”         

At which everyone declared, “No!”

Edmund ran his hand along the side of his hip again.  It was the only place he could get the tattoo where he knew no one would see it. No one, save (Y/N), of course. And she deserved to see it, since it was her idea.  After one particularly grueling nightmare, where Edmund not only lost all the people he loved, but forgot their existence as well, he was terrified it becoming a reality.  He was afraid of distancing himself from his family, like he did when he was young and always angry with the world. (Y/N) told him he ought to get a permanent reminder of his family if he was really that concerned. She even sketched his tattoo…a small tree, a family tree, with a leaf to represent every person he loved, from his mother to Capian, from Eustace to Lucy.  (Y/N) originally wouldn’t let Edmund add a leaf for her, not wanting him to sear her into his skin until their relationship was just as permanent as his tattoo. But he changed her mind two days before they went to the tattoo parlor when he told her he wanted to marry her. She tried to make him wait until he actually proposed, but he didn’t listen.

Anyways, he was proposing that night.   

Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 5}

Word Count: 4,002

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: And so our story begins. Let me know what you think. :)


Originally posted by neozlicembe

Elain loved dinner parties.

But preparing for them was stressful.

At first, it was only supposed to be her, Nesta, Feyre, Feyre’s new boyfriend, and Azriel, who she invited to everything. But the guest count quickly went from four to six, as Cassian was now joining them, and so was Lucien.

She felt nervous, inviting Lucien to such an intimate gathering, but it had been brought up on their date the night before, and Elain felt rude for not inviting him.

So, she did.

Now, it was four o’clock in the afternoon, and she was rushing to get everything done by six. Azriel had promised to help, but he got stuck in traffic on his way home from work and had still not come by.

So, that left Elain to rummage frantically through her kitchen. So far, she had moved all of her finished designs into her bedroom, and out of the living room, stacking the tubs from the floor to the ceiling. She’d dusted, vacuumed, and filled a vase with freshly cut flowers from her teeny balcony-garden. She hadn’t been spending too much time at home lately, but she hadn’t realized how filthy the place had gotten in the last few weeks.

It didn’t help that she was a neat freak.

She spent the afternoon cleaning and scrubbing until the place was shining and smelling like lavender, leaving Elain exhausted by the time the clock struck four.

She’d just finished cutting up tomatoes for their pasta when a soft knock came from outside the door, followed by Azriel calling her name. “Elain?”

Rushing to the door, Elain threw her hair up in a ponytail before opening it to find Azriel….

Quite dirty.

His hair was a mess, and grease covered nearly every inch of his body. His white tee had a hole in it, just beneath the collar, and his blue jeans were stained with so many different things that Elain nearly went into cardiac arrest.

“Hey,” he smiled, sheepishly. “Sorry. I was going to take a shower before I came, but our water isn’t working. Cass is calling the landlord, but until then…..”

“Oh!” she moved aside, catching his drift. “Come in, come in. Use mine. Take your time, I’m doing good.” No, you’re not. You’re stressed. Keep cooking. Move, Elain! “Besides. Can’t have you coming to dinner looking like that.”

Azriel raised a knowing brow, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t touch anything on my way to the bathroom.”

“Good,” she said, closing the door behind him. “Don’t take forever, though. I need you to grill the chicken.”

“I am the grill master.”

“The grill master is getting a little too cocky.”

Azriel grinned as he kicked off his shoes, careful to keep them on the welcome mat before strutting to the bathroom.

Elain could hear the water begin to run as she took the chicken out of the fridge, and placed it on the counter, sprinkling a series of seasonings on the breasts as she called for Siri to start playing her “Elain needs to relax” playlist.

The timer went off, announcing that the garlic bread was done in the oven. After taking it out of the oven, and cutting off a slice for herself from the loaf, she wrapped it in foil and put it back in the oven, that had been turned off, just to stay warm.

After devouring the bread, because cooking made her terribly hungry, Elain went to make the sauce. The recipe was her mother’s creation, and Elain loved making it every chance she had.

Cooking was a lost art. And Elain loved it. There were three things that she had to do to feel fulfilled: design, garden, and cook.

Her first three loves.

A knock came from the door just as Elain poured all her ingredients into the pot and began to let the sauce simmer on the stovetop.

She glanced at the clock – it was only 4:30.

But when she looked out the peephole, she saw Lucien standing there.

He knocked again as she fell back against the door. “Uh, one second! I’m…..indecent!”

He could probably barely hear her over the music blaring through her Bluetooth speakers, but he replied with an okay nonetheless as she ran back into her bedroom.

She took her hair out of her ponytail and gave it a quick run through with her fingers. He was early, way too early. Elain hadn’t even had time to get ready. After tossing her tee-shirt onto the bed, and kicking off her jeans, she quick picked out a sundress before grabbing her lipgloss off her dresser.

She froze, mid-apply, as the smell of garlic radiated off her breath. 

“One second!” she called again, over the music, as she threw open the bathroom door.

Just as Azriel was stepping out of the shower.

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My Best Friend

Hey guys!  Here’s a random one-shot I wrote…  Hope you like it!  BONUS POINTS to anyone who can figure out the song that I loosely based this off of (even though it’s not a song fic)!


“No, listen-  That’s not what I meant!”  Natsu’s voice was a few octaves higher than it normally was; it mixed with the raspiness of his voice and made it sound like a rusted door swinging on its hinge.  He sighed heavily and ran a frustrated hand through his rosy hair, all while Lucy sat curled up in one of his leather arm chairs, Blink 182 playing in the background, turned low by Lucy soon after Natsu had gotten the call.  “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”  Natsu huffed, now standing in front of his window, looking out into the darkness of ten o’clock at night, arms crossed, and brows creased.  

His frustration had gone on for over an hour now, and Lucy felt mildly helpless to the situation, though she wouldn’t even know where to begin if she tried.  Natsu’s girlfriend, she didn’t even know her name, had called.  She was offended by some joke he had made earlier when he introduced her to Gray, and was going off on him for embarrassing her in front of his friend.  Lucy rolled her eyes in thought; Natsu was brash and a little thick when it came to personal boundaries, but she knew that whatever Natsu had said wasn’t meant to be offensive to the girl.

It was supposed to be a typical Friday, Natsu and Lucy were having their movie and hangout night- bad scary movies, popcorn, the whole shebang.  That all was put on hold when his girlfriend called and started screaming at him.  Lucy was honestly perplexed as to why they even started dating, it was more or less out of the blue.  One day Natsu was his normal self, not talking about any girl to anyone, the next day he’s saying he has a girlfriend.  It, quite honestly, shook Lucy up a bit and bothered her that he didn’t tell her.  She hadn’t met her yet because, Natsu had said, he was saving her for last because, ‘Best for last, Luce!’.  If Lucy was being honest with herself, she couldn’t give two shits about meeting the girl if this was the way she was going to treat her best friend.

“Listen-” Natsu desperately tried to get a word in, but it seemed he was cutoff yet again.  He gave her a helpless look and Lucy returned it with a sympathetic shrug.  “Sorry.” He hissed out a whisper to her and Lucy waved off his apology, it wasn’t his fault.  Soon after he had whispered to her, his expression went from mild annoyance, to something like anger.

“It’s Lucy, I told you we hangout every Friday.” He answered the girl’s unheard question, and Lucy shook her head to herself.  Nosy. “She’s my best friend, Emily.”  Ah, Emily.  That was the illusive girlfriend’s name.  Lucy had not met many Emily’s that weren’t batshit crazy.  “Yes, I did tell you!” Lucy admired how Natsu was attempting to keep his emotions in check; he had his head pressed up against his wall, forefinger and thumb resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and his eyes closed tightly while his phone was pressed to his ear.

“I can go…” Lucy got up, clicking her Spotify off, cutting of the song I Miss You which was, in Lucy’s opinion, a damn tragedy.  Natsu met her gaze, pulling himself up, and shook his head adamantly.

“Emily, I’m sorry.  We can talk more about this tomorrow, okay?” Natsu reasoned, shaking his head in annoyance. “See ya.” He replied and clicked the little red phone on his screen.  “Fuck,” He cursed, sitting on his couch, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m…  Sorry?”  Lucy offered and Natsu lifted his gaze, laughing lightly.

“It ain’t your fault.  S’ides, I guess I should watch my mouth more.” He sighed and Lucy frowned.  “It was a stupid joke.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m sure you didn’t mean it.” Lucy pointed out and Natsu seemed to relax a bit.  “At the very least I’m sure that it didn’t deserve an hour and twelve minute phone call.” Lucy pouted a bit looking at the cold popcorn that she had made just before the call.

“She’s just…  Sensitive, I guess?” Natsu shrugged and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“That’s pretty damn sensitive,” Lucy stated, getting up to inspect the popcorn.  “How did you two even meet?  It seems like all of a sudden you were dating.  You didn’t even tell me.”  Lucy asked sourly, shooting a glance over her shoulder at him, and he looked at her apologetically.

“She’s in my chem class.  We were just talking a lot this semester, just being friendly, and I dunno…”  Natsu ran a had through his hair again and Lucy frowned.

“It…  Doesn’t really sound like you’re happy…”  Lucy whispered and Natsu avoided her gaze.

“I found out through one of her friends in the class that she really liked me.” He stated, still not meeting her gaze.  She watched him open his mouth, but nothing came out, and she decided not to push it further.  Lucy knew that he was unhappy, it was written all over his face, especially after getting harassed over the phone for so long.  Lucy didn’t know why he would want to put up with something like that.

“Why don’t we watch our movie now, okay?” Lucy suggested, the biggest smile she could muster on her face.  Natsu returned it with his signature toothy grin, and patted the seat next to him on his couch.

“Hell yeah!  Let’s get spooked by shitty jump scares!”  He cheered and Lucy laughed, happy to see that he was coming around to his usual self.

“Great!  I picked out a good one, it’s called Sharknado…”


The week following the ‘phone-call-night’, Lucy had been introduced to Emily.  The girl had barely spoken to her, but the sneer on her face had been apparent that they were not going to be friends, and Lucy was perfectly happy with that.  

“She’s just so…  Ugh!” Lucy griped to Cana and Levy as they sat in Magnolia University’s library café.  “She’s making him so unhappy.”

“She did look like a skank.” Cana agreed and Lucy rolled her eyes though a smirk broke out on Lucy’s lips.

“That’s not what I was getting at, but I’ll take it.” Lucy sighed and let out a small giggle.

“I mean, it’s clear to everyone that he’s not happy.  It’s not like Natsu to just put up with something like that.  This is so opposite of him.” Levy pondered and Lucy threw her hands up, nodding in agreement.

“Exactly!  He doesn’t deserve to be treated like that by someone like her!  He deserves someone-”

“Like you?” Cana teased, sipping her coffee, and making Lucy’s cheeks burn.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” Lucy stammered and Levy giggled madly.  “I’m just saying, he deserves a lot better than her.”

“So, yeah, you.” Levy joined in the teasing and Lucy placed a look of betrayal on her friend.  “It’s only the truth, Lu!”

“You two are no help.” Lucy pouted and the two girls laughed lightly, giving her sympathetic looks.  “Either way, I don’t want to deal with the crazy bit-”

“Luce!” Natsu’s voice called from the entrance of the café, startling her and causing her to choke on her tea.

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Danvers Sisters Week: Day Six: Double Date.

I WroTE thIS CAUse I AM a slUt For coMEdic tiMINg.

[Read on AO3]


“So…” Maggie drawls, grinning at Kara in a sly way that Alex really shouldn’t be thinking about at work. How is her girlfriend hot pretty much one hundred percent of the time? Lord knows.

“Yes…?” Kara drawls back, brow furrowed in obvious confusion.

“Who is it?”

“Who is who?”

“The person you’ve been seeing.”

Kara scoffs, shaking her head and gesturing wildly in that way Alex can only associate with her sister lying. She’s off like a shot, rambling at a mile a minute trying to convince them that she’s never been more single in her life. Alex and Maggie share a secret glance before turning back to Kara, who isn’t even looking at them anymore.

“Kara, c’mon.” Alex chuckles. “That ramble did nothing but cement our suspicions.”

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Consistency

Request: You want some peter parker angst???? What about Peter missing the reader’s birthday and other things(like dates and stuff) cause of spiderman(reader knows abt his secret identity) and the reader breaks down cause he was the only constant in their life?

Requested by: @mjwavson

A/N: Ohhh ;) also, I forgot to tag people in the last imagine, my apologies :)

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Tag’s List: @super-river-walker - @deathofthethrones
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Peter had done it to you time and time again. Dates, get togethers, parties, everything. You name it, Peter had missed it. 

At first you’d understood, you’d even been proud of it. Your boyfriend was the Spider-Man, out saving people from small things, out saving people from much larger things. It was always knew. And even if he did miss the event, he always came eventually, sharing all of his adventures. Then, you grew tired of it. What’s the point of dating someone if you never get to see them? 

Anytime you saw him it was about him. Not because he deliberately made it about him. But he came in the deep depths of the night, injured and battered, tired. So you cleaned his wounds, asked him what happened and you spent the rest of the night taking care of him, listening to his day until he fell asleep. It was starting to effect your school work, starting to effect your mentality. But you never said anything and not just because you thought you didn’t have a right, he was Spider-Man, better people living then you getting to go on a date. But because you loved him, more than anything, he was the only family you had.

Your own didn’t care for you. Your mother, your only parent still standing, didn’t care for you and she spent more time out of the city than she did with you. You never saw her. But then you’d met Peter, and he had been the one constant thing in your life. The one thing you could always depend on. Your own true family. He’d trusted you so much that he’d told you right away when he got his spidey-powers. You two had been inseparable.

Had been, being the key words.

But never, not once did you think he’d ditch you on your birthday. Ever since meeting him, you’d have a small gathering with all your friends, Peter included, obviously, and then after they left it’d be you and Peter. Both of you. Peter also, always had something special for you, anything you could think of he did it for you. And you loved him for it. You loved him for it more than anything. It had been your thing. Constancy. 

Though, this year, even though in fact he had surprised you, not in a good way.

“Thanks for coming, Michelle.” You smiled, giving her a light hug. She of course returned the hug, squeezing you extra tight because she knew you needed it. Smiling softly at her, you shut the door behind her, waving one final time and turning around to your last guest. Ned was the last to stay and even if you were doing your best to hide it, you knew he knew you were upset.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Ned mumbled, shaking his head. “I don’t know why he’d do this.”

“I don’t know either.” You shrugged, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. “But, he’s Spider-Man remember? Duty calls.” You tried to joke, your chuckle coming out more bitter than you’d expected. 

“Do you want me to stay… or?” Ned offered, knowing that once he left you’d be completely and utterly alone on your birthday. But though the offer was tempting, it was wrong to keep him. So smiling the brightest you could, you waved your hand off, “nah. I’m good.” Ned returned the smile , nodding albeit unsurely, he headed towards the door.

Hugging him, you watched him walk through the door of your house, closing it behind him. Silence flooded your ears, as you turned around, finding the bare room. Taking a deep shaky breath, you began cleaning up the place. You eventually lost yourself in the cleaning, singing toons in your head to distract yourself. You were so focused on yourself you didn’t even hear the thump of someone entering the house or the footsteps that followed.

“Y/N?” Jumping, you let out a tiny scream, the plate you’d been cleaning falling from your hands and breaking against the silver of the sink. You made no hesitation, turning to see the intruder but immediately calming when you saw it was only Peter. And rather in his Spider-Man suit he often visited you in, he wore his normal clothes, something behind his back as he smiled nervously.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared me to death.” Panting slightly, you held your hand against your chest. Faintly you saw Peter make his was closer to yourself, finally pulling his hand from behind his back. What you found was a bouquet of flowers. Though it was sweet, it definitely didn’t make up for anything. Though, you softly muttered thank you anyway, grabbing the flowers and placing them in a vase. You said nothing, finding nothing to say.

“I’m sorry.” Peter finally mumbled. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.” Confused, you turned your eyes to the clock. It was in fact twelve in the morning, meaning the next time. That stung just a bit more. But as you looked at Peter you found yourself unable to hide the hurt you felt anymore, tired of everything. And before you could even stop yourself, tears burst from your eyes and you let out a sob. “You’re sorry?” You asked, sniffling. “I’m sorry that I started dating a man who doesn’t even want to see me.” 

You knew it was unfair of you to say such a thing, but you had such pent up grief you didn’t care.

Peter stepped even closer, worry in his eyes as he shook his head. “No. No. I want to see you, it’s just-”

“It’s just you’re Spider-Man.” You interrupted, moving your head away from his head. Wiping your own sleeve against your cheek, it was only useless as more tears fell. “I know. I know. And i’m sorry. But I got all dressed up. Dolled up on my birthday for no one.”

“I see you now,” Peter tried but you only shook your head.

“You missed my birthday. That was our thing!” Anger flooded you, and raising your hands you smacked it against his chest repeatedly. Not caring if he was injured. Not caring what this was doing to him and just repeatedly smacking him to wash away the anger you felt. Peter did nothing to stop you, letting you hit him. “You’ve been the one constant thing, and you’re no longer constant. You are my family, and now you’ve become like my mom! Someone i never see!” 

Finishing with one smack, you hefted against him. Panting heavily, you grabbed ahold of him, just desperate to feel his warmth again. Peter immediately returned the hug, squeezing you tight as he rocked you to sooth you. You sobbed against his chest, him shushing you softly.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered; “so sorry.”

I Need My Girl Ch. 1 | Roomates AU

Her is the first chapter of a new fic I’m writing. It’s a slow burn roomates au with eventual smut and a whole lot of fluff. Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together in NYC and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. What could go wrong? Here it goes.

Words: 1580

Warnings: Smut down the road and some pining. Things about to happen man. This might make you cry.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

 I don’t want your body  
 But I hate to think about you with somebody else  
 Our love has gone cold  
 You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

 The 1975


They told each other everything, ever since they were little kids, everything except the fact that they both have had a thing for each other ever since each could remember.

But Betty had commitment issues and was never going to give up the one person who mattered the most. She didn’t believe in falling in love, at least romantically. She invited both boys and girls into her bed, but she always had them leave in the morning.

She didn’t even believe she was capable of that kind of love, she cared, so much, but never in that way for anyone. She felt as if every person she ever talked to, or kissed was just destined to fade away or for her to become uninterested.

Jughead was the only one she ever kept for herself.

He always belonged to her, over their 2 am conversations, over when her mom kicked her out in high school, and even when she went college in another state. He was always there for her; there was an understanding between them. He was hers.

Jughead, truthfully was always waiting for Betty to wake up and change her mind. As he saw each girl and boy enter and exit out the doors, he wondered whether she’d ever get over it.

Loving her was never for the sake of pining or wanting to get laid.

It was more than that.

He hated seeing her push away everyone. Yet she never pushed him away. He was always there to pick up the popcorn and turn on the movie so she wouldn’t have to talk about it. But all he wanted was to talk about it. The elephant in the room was holding over his head ever since high school.

But he loved her, and he knew she didn’t want that, she’s never wanted anything-long term.

He just couldn’t tell whether it was because she didn’t have it in her or that she just couldn’t connect.

Her parents fucked her up for sure, but so did his. They were both royally fucked up, overbearing mothers and alcoholic dads weren’t a piece of cake. Maybe they were both too fucked up for each other he thought.


Betty shrugged on her leather jacket as she grabbed her keys to her red Camaro, just about the walk out the door.

“Hey, where are you going Blondie? I thought we had a movie date tonight.” Jughead asked, as Betty was half way through the door. Betty’s head proceeded to slump over a bit as she closed her eyes. She had forgotten he thought.

“Jughead, I’m sorry but Ronnie just called and…” She said in a panicked tone, trailing off.

“And you have fuck date with her.” Jughead stated, eyes empty holding his stare. Her green eyes flitted out of his view, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, but you know like c’mon, a girl’s gotta get some!” Betty insisted as she tried to close the door behind her.

“Yeah, I mean… yeah! Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” Jughead stated as he forced a fake smile. It was getting harder to fake it, but yet again there he was watching her smile as she ran out the door.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who would be free at such late notice.

“Hey Archie, up for a movie night? My microwave has some popcorn with your name on it.” Jughead said into the tone trying to sound sincere. He heard Archie laugh over the phone.

“Betty ditch you again?” Archie asked already knowing the answer. Every time Betty bailed on him Archie was always the one Jughead would go to. Trying to explain 25 years of love and complications to someone new sounded like hell for Jughead, and truly Archie was the only one who fully understood the situation. Archie was the only one who knew Jughead’s secret sad affair. An affair behind closed doors unnoticed by the beautiful Elizabeth Cooper. The girl next door that Archie used to hold a torch for but quickly got over the minute he started noticing things. Things like Betty dating, Jughead never dating, and the long glances left between the two. It wasn’t Archie’s job to get involved, he knew that. But watching Betty emotionally detach herself from everything and Jughead never getting over her and not doing anything about it was one of the hardest things to watch. The two were just so damn in love he thought.

“I can’t fool you can I?” Jughead quipped as a sad smile fell on his face.

“No you can’t. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

 —

“I still don’t understand why she didn’t just visit him! I mean it’s the 1940s not the ice age, there are cars. And why wasn’t the mom arrested, it’s illegal to go through someone else’s mail! The shouldn’t have named it The Notebook , they should of named it Crazy Rich Mother Spoils Pure Love, Oh And They Die .” Archie argued with tears down his eyes. The Notebook always made Archie cry.

Jughead sat there smiling his ass off, looking at Archie distressed and grasping the couch pillow as he continued on with his speech.

“I know but c’mon, it’s a classic tragedy. Circling around each other their whole lives, finally ending it all together. It’s bittersweet, but… beautiful.” He answered as he went over to his dvd collection, looking for a safe movie. Archie definitely needed something lighthearted, no dead animals, no long lost loves. So no Disney.

“Jughead just cause you have a boner for constant heartbreak does not mean The Notebook is a good movie.” Archie fired back as he stuffed another huge handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You just don’t like the movie because Sabrina said Ryan Gosling was hotter than you.”

Archie winced as Jughead mentioned Sabrina’s name. Jughead wasn’t the only one with a broken heart Jughead thought to himself.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on her. What a mistake.”

“You know I think she’d say the same about you Arch.”

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!” Archie exclaimed, clearly he was still not over it.

“THAT DIDN’T WORK ON FRIENDS AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK FOR YOU.” Jughead said, imitating Archie’s whiny tone.

To this Archie let out an over exaggerated ‘ugh.’ As Jughead slid the dvd of the movie Juno into the player and hit play.

About an hour had passed by when Jughead heard the door open with a thud. Archie turned his head as he saw it.

There was Betty Cooper, wrapped up in the arms of her newest fuck buddy, a girl about the same height as Betty with raven black hair. Betty sure had a type Archie thought to himself. The couple hadn’t noticed them 30 feet away sitting on the living room couch as they moved forward towards Betty’s room down the hall, pulling each other’s clothes off in the process.

Archie looked over at Jughead. His eyes were empty, focused on the pair, his eyebrows furrowed and then Archie saw it. The sad look in his eyes, the longing look as his blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. He could see Jughead bite the inner part of his cheek and his jaw clench. It was like whiplash.

Betty and the girl now had disappeared and a set of sounds started to emit from the hall. Jughead turned his back to the TV, watching the next scene in the movie.

“Are-uh, you okay?” Archie asked softly, barely making a sound.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, good for her getting out there and getting some. Go her.”

Jughead didn’t even try to sound happy. He knew that his words were total bullshit. And in truth, his whole body was numb at the picture appearing in his head. The moans approaching weren’t helping either. He turned up the volume on the TV trying to drown it out.

“Does she do that a lot? Bring…guests over in the middle of the night for you to see.”

“I don’t think she thinks anything of it. She shares everything with me, it’s not like she’s ever tried to hide her dating to me before. Why start being discreet now?”

She doesn’t share everything with you Jug is what Archie wanted to say. Though he knew it wasn’t his secret to tell, and hell, Jughead wouldn’t even believe him if he had.

“Well Jughead, agreeing to move in with her wasn’t the best idea.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that Archie.” Jughead snapped. He immediately regretted his harshness and muttered: “Sorry, I just-“

“I know.” Archie finished. Jughead turned back to the TV wondering whether they should just leave. He turned to look at Archie but found him grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet and heading out to the patio.

“I figure you need a drink and that movie isn’t the best noise canceler.” Archie said offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need a drink. Only because of the fact that I can’t let you drink that whole thing by yourself. Face the facts Golden Boy, you’re a lightweight.” Jughead joked as he closed the glass door and sat down against the wall outside.

Archie chugged back a swig of the whiskey, wincing at the sting in his throat.

“I think you’re wrong about that, I actually think you’re wrong about a lot of things Jughead.”

“Yeah, yeah, now stop hogging the juice.”