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Clues To My Heart - Jughead x Reader

Here you go! It’s slightly longer than usual!
I tried my best to make it as sweet as possible without it being overly sappy for someone like Jughead :)

“Jughead,” you seeth, eyes ablaze, “Get the hell out of my sight,”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in what looks like to be disappointment, his eyes filled with hurt and anger, but turns around and leaves anyway. You deflate a little, the argument that just happened sapping the energy out of you and you collapse onto a nearby park bench. It started innocently enough but it somehow just grew out of proportion, and into one of the worse fights you’ve ever had before. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you stubbornly wipe them away, unwilling to let your emotions get the best of you as the words he said to you echoes in your head.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Victoria isn't actually mean but comes of as such like "Max looks so pretty" and max is like "what?" And Victoria is just flustered and caught off guard and says the "I SAID YOU LOOKED SHITTY GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE" (doesn't have to contain that but I think it would be cute to see that Victoria only acts like that because she is flustered and crushing hard on max XD)

How to Deal with Crushes

Contrary to Victoria’s surname, she does not in fact “chase” anyone or anything. If anything, people chase after the Chase’s and the same principle is applied to Victoria, just look at her Vortex Club lackeys. Of course they’d follow her, who wouldn’t? She’s popular, efficient, and everything they could only hope to be. Whatever else she didn’t have, she grabbed onto without unnecessary chasing.  If she wants something then she gets it, end of story.

So it’s safe to say that she is most definitely not crushing on Max Caulfield.

Nope, she’s not falling for her waif hipster bullshit and her awkward shy pretense. The girl was short too so Victoria always ends up literally looking down on her and her annoying doe-eyed expression that seem to bring out her freckles. Especially those damn freckles. She would bet that underneath those poorly coordinated bargain clothes that Max had matching freckles on her shoulders which is lame. She’s a walking fashion disaster and Victoria has to stop her hands from tearing away those hideous clothes not because she wants her naked or anything, those clothes are just that terrible.

And her pictures? Selfies! Not even the kind that’s thought through and planned. No, Max just takes ordinary selfies. The kind of selfies that you post on social media and not in art galleries. The kind of selfies that show what her face looks like in the morning where the lighting is just right to add depth to her annoying freckles. The kind of selfies that reveal to Victoria the undeniable truth that Max is kind of cute.

God, she is pining over her so hard.

But she can’t let anyone else know that. See it from her point of view. She’s spent so much into her heartless bitch reputation that she can’t just let go all because of some dumb hipster with a cute face and a good eye for photography. She almost forgot about that part. Max has terrifying skill with the camera even though she doesn’t even know it. Victoria’s photos look amateur even next to some of Max’s selfies. That’s also one more thing she won’t admit out loud.

Max’s talent infuriates her just as much as it turns her on. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. She’s just using her retro-cam and the quality of her photos are worth more than what the best studio can produce. Max is Victoria’s competition and she hasn’t met someone that could fit the rival role so well in terms of skill. She likes to entertain the thought that maybe Max could fit the girlfriend role while at it too. One time she commented on Victoria’s photos being Avedon-esque and Victoria practically swooned inside. Still swooning about that until now.

Victoria is sitting on one of the benches on campus. It’s not like she deliberately chose this particular bench because she spotted the familiar flash and whir of a certain hipster’s camera nearby. It’s Max. Of course it has to be Max, who else? Victoria would never sit on this godawful excuses for furniture if she had a choice. The view helps her forget that her car has better cushioning.

Max is in her element again, with her back at Victoria, taking a photo of whatever. It’s sunset and with it there’s a poignant sense of romanticism painted across the campus. The sun’s rays sift through the trees and fall onto Max just right to give her this ethereal shine. Victoria captures her in the moment without even thinking. It’s only after the click of the shutter does she realize that she’s already looking through the viewfinder. She pulls back and stares at the photo she doesn’t remember taking and then back at the subject in front of her. While the photo was gorgeous like all her work naturally, it could only hope to capture the actual beauty before her.

“She’s so pretty.” Victoria almost sighs dreamily out of earshot.

Or what she thought was out of earshot since Max’s head spins so fast at the catch of her words. She shoots her a confused look. “What?”

And oh, god. Max looks way better with her face showing and she’s wearing that stupid doe-eyed look again and fuck, fuck. Victoria’s brain goes into panic mode. She doesn’t know what to say and it does not help that Max’s face is so distracting. The lighting shifted along with her movement and glistens along her frame and fuck, she looks lame in her clothes but she also looks radiant like what the fuck? And Victoria is still staring and oh, god what should she say?

“I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!” She yells at her with too much force to sell the intended spite. Nice one, Victoria. Smooth save. That will definitely tell Max that she is interested in her. Why don’t she go ahead and add some more flirty undertones. “GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE.” There it is. The words come out of her mouth as if on auto. Despite her face sporting a domineering look, Victoria very much wants to hide her embarrassment. It’s a good thing that she can hide her blush underneath her usual layers of anger.

Max looks more confused than offended and Victoria just wishes for her to go away so she could make a dash for her car and scream there. “Okay…?” She asks more than says, as if testing the waters. Victoria can’t help but snarl back just out of reflex and it’s enough to tell Max that the water is boiling and there’s a high chance that it will turn into a bloodbath. She sighs and it almost sounds like she was expecting something different.

Victoria already has plans on berating herself for again ruining another moment with Max and will do so as soon as she walks away but Max has other plans. There’s that bright flash again only this time it’s aimed at her. The whir of the camera isn’t lost to the buzzing in her brain. “Did you just…?” She can’t quite bring herself to finish her sentence, she can’t trust herself anymore.

Max is still in her element, not at all put-off by Victoria’s gaping, it must be the camera. There’s something empowering about holding a camera that makes Max bolder than her usual shy self, not that Victoria would notice that. Max just takes the photo as it develops with her nimble fingers. Victoria could tell the exact moment that it finishes when Max’s face erupts into a smile so wide she doubts it could fit the frame of a photo. “This one’s a keeper.” She shows it to her and Victoria feels her breath catch in her throat.

At first glance, Victoria’s posture in the shot looks intimidating but that’s not the main point. The focus is her face. She thought she was making just another one of her mean looks but evidence speaks otherwise. Her eyes are smoldering as the swathes over her and it almost makes her look warm. Warm and inviting. She can’t tell if it’s from the photo or the feeling in her chest but there’s a warmth that wasn’t there before. “This is…”

Pretty, I guess.” Max casually shrugs and Victoria’s head snaps up at the word. Just when she thinks that a smile looks cute on Max, she’s annoyingly adorable with a smirk too. “Pretty awesome.” She’s teasing. The hipster actually heard her and she’s flaunting it and Victoria should be mad at anyone who dares talk back to her but all she can think of is how Max is obviously flirting with her and she’s so happy that even her scowl looks friendly enough.

This is her chance! She can feel it with her heart beating so fast. Victoria has never run in her life aside for fitness but her heart is hammering wildly like it does when she jogs. Except she’s not running right now but it’s something similar. This is a chase and Max is her target and she can swear that she’s so close. She swears she almost feels it with her fingertips like how hers is brushing over the photo. The mood is set and the setting is just right. She’s going to do this and she’s going to get this right. She can’t mess this up now.

“Pretty amateur, smallfield.” And great, we’re back to gradeschool flirting again. Victoria represses the urge to just hit herself for being so lame. Really? Is that the best she can give? And what’s with that stupid nickname? She panicked okay. She has boys wrapped around her finger but she can’t fucking compliment a hipster girl that she likes without burying it under seven layers of insult.

“Still pretty.” Max insists with a smaller but still cute smile. She then takes back the photo and places it securely in her bag. Victoria tries not to think too much about the fact that she might even see the photo on the wall of Max’s room. “I guess it was nice talking to you, Victoria.”

“Yeah and you’re such a delight yourself. Get out of my face.” Victoria almost praises herself because the first sentence is the closest thing she’s gotten to an actual compliment. Max is already walking away but Victoria waits until she’s out of sight. Too bad she isn’t out of mind. Max calling her pretty is up there on her best-memories list next to their Avedon-moment. Max is also coincidentally on her to-do list.

God, she’s so fucking smitten.

Basic Gym Vocabulary  pt.1

As funny as it may seem, a lot of people actually tend to stumble upon confusion when faced with words and slang floating around the gym environment. 

So why not take some time to get acquainted with the terms you will hear the most when you are hitting the gym?


This one is among the first things you should learn and understand.
The word ‘sets’ represents the group of repetitions you perform on any exercises. So let’s say you are doing 8 repetitions for bicep curls - that would be your 1 set.

After performing a set, usually you have a green light to take a rest for a specific time, before you jump right back into it for another set.


Short for repetitions, which represents one complete movement of the exercise.


It can be used in two ways:
noun - a soft cushioned surface for performing bench press exercises as well as some others.
verb - to perform a bench press exercise where you use bench and a barbell.

It may seem fairly obvious. One way of guys showing off and comparing their mad gym records is by throwing in the standard question: “Yo, how much do you bench, bro?” 

4.Bro Science

That is something you hear from your gym buddy. Something that is supposed to be informational but has no facts and science behind it. Do not listen to that bullshit, most of the cases it is a trap!


“Yo, bro, if you want to bulk up, just drink a glass of olive oil a day. It gives you those extra calories.”
Yeah, it gives you shit ton of extra calories,but that is way too much fat for you to consume per day.


The phase when an individual is increasing his bodyweight over a set time period. That usually involves eating in a caloric surplus and minimizing cardiovascular training.


I am fairly confident that cutting and shredding are pretty much the same things. Those two words represent a phase when an individual is burning his body fat after a bulk. That involves eating in a caloric deficit and increasing cardiovascular training.


This is when you have a dedicated person being present to help you in case you fail to complete the exercise. Usually that is your friend or anyone at the gym (if you ask anyone to spot you, of course). 


“Hey, bro, can you give me a spot on a bench?”

Spotting doesn’t mean that the person is going to help you do all the reps. It is usually as a precaution in case you don’t have any more power and can’t complete your set. This helps you give out all you have got and minimizes injuries.

Things you would like to specify when asking for a spot:
- how many reps you are aiming to get
- any additional info, if you have any specific desires to how that person should spot you
- for bench you should also specify whether you need a lift off or no

8.Lift off (for bench press)

When a person that is spotting you helps unracking the barbell. Done to save energy for the actual push and to decrease the risk of having an injury when pressing high weights.


The result and improvements you achieve after a prolonged time of proper nutrition and proper training.

10.Newbie Gains

The rapid results and improvements one would get at first stages of regular training. That is due to nervous system adapting to new movements your body is performing. That is a period where your gains sky rocket. After that period (4-6 months, depending on the person) it becomes much harder to improve your physique even more.

More coming soon! Have a great day and remember - be fit and live healthy!

Not Over You Too.

GUYS! I AM NEVER DOING A PART TWO TO ANYTHING EVER AGAIN lmao this had been one of the hardest thing I have ever wrote because I just couldn’t’ get everything to sound very smooth and I had all of these scenes and words in my head but trying to string them together beautifully had been a challenge.

This is back due to popular demand (lol, not really – you guys asked and initially, I wasn’t going to write a part two and this could probably be read as a stand-alone aka you don’t need to read part one to understand) and I honestly, hope you will enjoy this because this is over 2k words of I’m not sure what I was feeling when I was writing this! 

Thank you so much for your warm messages and responses to NOT OVER YOU. I would love to respond to all of your messages regarding NOT OVER YOU but I have a lot so I’m just going to respond to you here in one huge chunk of text: thank you so much for your kind words in regards to NOY and for the endless compliments you guys shower me with, I feel like I don’t deserve it but thank you so much!! Love you guys and thank you for the support!


Not Over You


Originally posted by sddonald22

“Are you still feeling down in the dumps, Peter?”

Peter lets out a sigh, playing with his lunch, contemplating Ned’s question. Peter never thought there would come a day where he would not be able to see you, hear your lovely voice and even see that brilliant, dazzling smile of yours that more often than not made every man (and woman) swoon and Peter has already gone a little over a week without seeing you. He had not actually meant any and all of the things he has said to you before and Peter regrets it – if he could turn back the time, he would.

“I thought you would be happy now that Y/N isn’t bothering you anymore.”

Ned’s words cause Peter to startle and drop his spoon to stare at his best friend. “I – what are – I never said that!” Peter refutes him weakly as he continues to stare at his best friend with eyes wide and heart hammering against his chest.

Ned briefly looks up from his own food, chewing thoughtfully. He swallows and shrugs his shoulders. “You sorta implied it before though.” He points out and Ned watches as Peter seem to curl up in to himself and Ned is a little bit torn between wanting to be a really good friend to Peter and wanting to be a really good friend to you. Being the middle person sucks.

Peter sighs, shaking his head before looking back at his own food. Honestly speaking, Peter never used to think that Midtown High School is a big. He always used to think that it is quite alright (in size – but Peter has always gone to this school so he really doesn’t have much to compare it with) but ever since that very day, Peter has started to hate how big the school feels like. He hates how empty and dull the walls seem to look like and he hates how quiet the cafeteria can get whenever he eats. Most of all, Peter thinks he is slowly sinking in his own depression and heartbreak. Is this what you feel like every time Peter rejected you?

The school only seems bigger now than it had been before because no matter where Peter looks, he is never able to find you. It’s like you really go out of your way to stick to your words in making sure you will never cross paths with Peter ever again.  He also doesn’t actually hate how empty and dull the walls are – they are fine – but he mostly hates how nowadays, whenever he is in the hallway, surrounded by those walls, Peter looks over his shoulders quietly frequently, just in case you decide to come over to greet him like how you used to, almost every morning with a smile on your face without a fail.

The cafeteria is never quiet – it’s always so noisy and this is a fact. Peter knows the reason why he thinks it’s quiet; the fact that you aren’t there sitting with Ned and him, chattering mindlessly about the amount of paper work, assignments and extracurricular activities makes his lunch time unappealing and very lonesome. Even though Ned tries his hardest to cheer him up as much as he can, cracking jokes here and there, it’s just not the same to Peter.

Peter can’t seem to find the same comfort he gets from you whenever Ned speaks – it’s really not the same and it hurts to know that you probably don’t even want to do anything with him now. If only Peter stopped you from walking away that day – if only Peter had grabbed on to your arm and tell you of his feelings for you!

Peter feels like the fact that he had been extremely cowardly and blinded by his own fear is probably going to haunt him until he can actually mend his own heart, whenever that may be although not any time soon. Now that you are literally gone from his life, Peter finds the you-shape hole in his heart gradually growing bigger and it’s almost taking up all of the space in his mind too. He misses you and he misses you a whole lot.

The way you would often greet him with that cheerful tone and beautiful smile, the way you would talk to him despite probably having a million of things to do, the fact that despite how busy you are with your own commitments, you always take the time to talk to Ned and him and you have never treated them any differently even if you are more popular than the both of them.

Peter sighs as he stops playing with his food altogether. He picks up the tray, causing Ned to stare at him in surprise because he is still currently eating. “I think I’m just gonna go to class early.” He murmurs and Ned slowly nods his head because there really isn’t anything much he can do to help Peter. “See you later,” Peter nods his head weakly towards Ned and stands up to leave the table.

Your absence strikes him like a kick in the stomach. He loves you. He knows he does. Even if he has rejected you multiple times and probably broke your heart every single time he turned down your offer for a date or confession. Peter knows he loves you a whole lot and he is willing to do anything, everything he can to get you to understand that.

You, on the other hand, had just finished a meeting with one of the teachers when you spot Peter. You immediately duck in to a random, open and free classroom the moment you spy Peter walking down the hallway, looking downtrodden and forlorn. Your heart is racing against your chest and as much as you really want to go see Peter, you know you shouldn’t. You have made a promise to yourself; to try and move on and you are not the type to go back on your own words and promises.

“So,” Someone speaks up, causing you to jump and whirl around to face the person. MJ is sitting at some table, books scattered on said table and she is staring at you with an amused look on face. “How long are you going to keep this up?” MJ asks as she places her pencil on the table. This isn’t the first time she has seen you do this – in fact, during break, she had seen you taking a U-turn from heading to the cafeteria to a random bench outside when you spotted Peter queueing up in line with Ned. “Do you not like him anymore?”

You sputter for a few seconds, trying to find the correct words to answer MJ. Telling MJ that you no longer like Peter would be one of the biggest and hardest lie you might ever have to do and as much as you really want to tell her that you no longer like him, deep down inside, Peter is still pretty much occupying your entire heart, mind and soul. There has never been a day that would go by without you thinking about Peter – ‘has he eaten today?’ ‘I miss him’ ‘I wonder what Peter is doing today’.

“I think you know the answer to that.” You murmur, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. You blink a couple of times as you try your hardest not to think about Peter but it’s really as if the entire world does not want you to move on from Peter. Ever since that day, everywhere you go or turn to, Peter is always there. He might have missed seeing you for a little over a week but for every single one of those times, you have always seen Peter and it hurts you a lot to see him.

MJ shrugs her shoulders before she lifts up her sketchbook. You almost want to smile at the drawing she had made – it was, you assume, of Peter and you and in between, MJ did doodles too but you really did not want to entertain those thoughts anymore, at least not today. “He misses you, you know.”

You freeze slightly before shaking your head. “MJ, please.” You beg her and MJ quietly packs her things, placing them in to her own bag as she readies herself for class. “I just want this feeling to stop.” The tears that well up in your eyes fall down your cheeks – and you start to cry a little bit harder because didn’t you just break your promise of never crying over a guy?

“I just can’t breathe – it feels like there is a bag of bricks on my chest and shoulders.” MJ frowns as she hands you a couple of tissues and you quietly murmur your thanks as you try to dab away your tears. “Are you going to tell me about how stupid I am for crying over him again? Even though I told you before that I was going to stop liking Peter?”

MJ shakes her head, putting her phone away. “That’s your choice – not going to berate you for what you choose to do for yourself, Y/N.” MJ reaches over to awkwardly pat your shoulder and if you hadn’t been crying and feeling sad, you probably would laugh because MJ showing affections is a rare occurrence. “I just want to know why you didn’t listen to him.” MJ looks away from you, grabbing her bag.

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The Premiere (Part 2/2)

Part 1   

Word Count : 768 words

Pairing : Harry Styles X Reader


“Y/N, I’m sorry, I thought-” He began but I was already making my way out of his car and began walking.

“Y/N, WAIT, PLEASE WAIT.” He called after me.

I ignored him and started walking.

I kept walking faster and he was following me, calling out for me, I then spotted a bench and sat there exhausted.

He knelt down in front of me.

I folded my arms across my chest and looked anywhere but him.

“Please talk to me, I’m so so sorry.” He said grabbing my hands.

I didn’t remove my hands from his grip so he kept gently rubbing my hand with his thumb.

“I got jealous, I’m in love with you too.” He whispered softly.

“You were so rude with me.” I mumbled looking at him.

The low light from the street light made it easy to see his eyes. They represented guilt.

“I know, I-I’m sorry, I just got overwhelmed with these feelings. Please forgive me, my love?” 

I cracked a smile, “okay, sorry I was over-reacting.” I said gently stroking his face with my other hand.

“You were not, now that you’ve forgiven me can we talk about our love for each other?” He chuckled.

“I always loved you, you’re so oblivious.” I teased him sticking out my tongue at him.

“Hey now, I’ve loved you for a while too, you haven’t noticed it as well so we’re both oblivious.” He said getting up and kissing my nose.

“Yeah.” I agreed.

He sat beside me on the bench and held me by my waist, bringing me closer to him.

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you Harry Styles.” I replied.

He then crashed his lips into mine and kissed me slowly. The kiss was filled with love. After few minutes we pulled apart and we looked at each other, as if memorizing each other’s feature. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.” I whispered.

“Me too, you have no idea. I feel like such a loser for not confessing it earlier.” He spoke gently.

“Shh,” I pecked him again, “it’s okay, now let’s make the most of it.”

He grinned, “I like the plan.” 

We stayed there for half an hour more, not talking much just holding each other and enjoying each other’s presence.

We then decided to head home.

This time the car ride was not filled with awkward tension, rather it was filled with our giggle. We were both acting like kids on christmas morning. He held my hand the entire ride, occasionally kissing it.

We reached his home, we entered the hallway and before I could speak he pinned me up against the wall kissing me.

I kissed him back with equal force.

“Wait Harry, your mom and Gem’s upstairs.” I said chuckling.

He groaned and just pecked me before taking my hands and guiding me towards the kitchen.

“Let’s watch a rom-com.” He said grinning.

“Now?” I asked chuckling,”aren’t you tired?”

“Nope.” He said and began to take out a large tub of chocolate-mint ice cream.

“Late night movie and ice-cream?” He asked excitedly.

“Hell yeah!” I cheered happily, “but wait I need to change, I’ll be right back.” 

I went up to him and kissed him before rushing towards his guest room, where my bags are kept.

I quickly washed my face and changed my clothes.

Once I entered the living room I saw pillows scattered around and a blanket neatly folded on top of the couch. Harry came back changing into more comfortable clothes as well, holding that tub of ice-cream.

He sat down on top of the pillows and patted the spot beside him.

“C’mere.” He said and I quickly obliged.

We both shared the large tub of ice-cream, feeding each other, we were both having a great time. The movie playing on the screen long forgotten as we chatted the night away.

“I can’t believe this, is this a dream?” He asked.

I pinched him.

“Hey, what was that for?” He pouted.

“It’s not a dream.” I chuckled.

“You’re a dork.” He mumbled before kissing me.

“I’m your dork, you love me though.” I shrugged, placing my head on his chest.

“Yeah I do.” He said kissing my forehead.

And we both drifted off to sleep.


Third Person’s POV

“Mum!!” Gemma whisper-yelled at her mother.

“Oh goodness, what happened Gemma?” Anne came into the living room and squealed with delight.

Y/N and Harry were asleep, holding each other closely with a blanket barely covering them. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Anne asked happily.

“About time they got together.” Gemma said excitedly.

Reggie x Reader: “Can I get extra credit for this?”

Warnings: mild swearing (1 word)
Requested: yes

*your POV*

I headed to 5th period drama when I bumped into my dramatic love interest, Archie Andrews.

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Piano Man

Originally posted by castielamigos

Request: So I was rewatching the demon!dean eps and had an idea cause he was playing piano in that one scene when Sammy finally confronts him. What if deamon!dean x reader fluff where he plays piano for reader or they have to play it for him to calm him down? 

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: none

A/N: I miss Demon Dean…

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William Nylander - Part 1

Again, beginnings can be a little boring and long. Next post is much more action packed and exciting! I’m excited to begin this next story and hope you all enjoy it as well! 

               “Are you done looking for the fairest of them all, Rian?” I say snidely to my sister, watching her stare at herself in the mirror.

               She throws a filthy look my way though she has no comeback. Her brain doesn’t work that fast.

               “You two ready?” We hear a shout from downstairs.

               “Coming!” I call back, giving Rian one last smirk before slinking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

               “Hey, babe,” Nathan grins up at me, all green eyes and white teeth.

               “Rian’s coming, probably another forty-two years and she’ll be skipping down the stairs,” I tell him, reaching to bottom of the stairs. Leaning up and pecking him on the cheek before he has the chance to turn his head and kiss somewhere else.

               “That’s not much of a hello,” he raises an eyebrow at me.

               “You know me.” I say pulling on my jacket. “Never been one for hellos and goodbyes.” I wink at him and turn to the stairs once more. “Rian! You have thirty seconds to get your ass in the car!” I swing open the front door and hold out my hand, gesturing for Nathan to go ahead of me into the chilly Toronto air.

               I step out after him and we trudge through the snow to his waiting car, already warm from the drive over here. Settling down into the front passenger seat I look over my shoulder at the boy already waiting.

               “How’s it going, Jake?” I grin at him.

               “Same as always, Y/N. Taking the backseat for the sake of my best friend’s ego,” he winks at me as Nathan opens his own door and climbs into the driver’s seat.

               I roll my eyes and turn in time to see Rian sprinting down the front steps to the car. Her perfect blonde curls slightly losing their shape with the wet snow falling, but I don’t dare tell her that. When she scrambles into the backseat and Jake greets her, I don’t have to look at her to know her face its beat red.

               “Hey, Jake,” her voice sounds so small when she replies to him and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan and I exchange a smirk as he puts the car into gear and glides us away to the ACC.

               “Usual seats?” Nathan asks me after a few minutes of casual conversation.

               “Nope.” I say, smiling out the window.

               “No? Where then?”

               “You’ll see,” I grin at him and exchange a secret smile with Rian.

               “You two are the worst,” Nathan mutters and I see his fingers twitch on the console between us. Discreetly as possible, I take my hand from where it was resting close to his and fold them in my lap. Any time he can, Nathan finds an excuse to hold my hand and while I don’t mind most of the time, my baby sister is currently in the backseat with Nathan’s best friend.

               “Really not going to tell me?” Nathan asks again, trying to put on his puppy dog eyes and I quickly look out the window again.


               “What if Jake asks?”

               “You wanna know, Jake?” I ask, not looking back.

               “I would love to,” he replies.

               “Rian, tell Jake.”

               I can hear them shift in their seats, putting their heads together.

               “What! Come on! That’s not fair!” Nathan exclaims, looking over his shoulder in the backseat before scowling at me. “Literally the worst.”

               Pleased with myself, I settle down into my seat and stare out the window contently for the rest of the ride, tuning out Nathan’s occasional complaint and the bickering I can’t make out from the backseat.

               Once Nathan is able to find an open parking spot, we pull our hoods up against the wicked wind and make our way into the crowd slowly milling into the arena. Nathan repeatedly bumps against my shoulder and I wince in annoyance each time. I slow my pace slightly and am able to maneuver Jake between us, only a little guilt forming in my stomach.

               I produce the four tickets when we get inside, holding my thumb over the seat section when Nathan tries to look over my shoulder.

               “You’ll see soon enough,” I say before he even opens his mouth. Holding out the tickets to the man behind the gate before Nathan can snatch them out of my hands. I step through the gate with the other three following along after me. We blend into the sea of blue and white of jerseys and shirts and hats though the occasional orange jersey breaks through the crowd.

               Rian and I lead the way down towards ice level, Jake and then Nathan following along. We reach the glass and turn right, walking to the very end of the row and taking our seats right next to the home team’s bench.

               I plop down onto the end seat, and rest my elbow on the railing between the Leafs bench and my spot.  

               “Good enough for you?” I ask him and he just stares at me in awe. “Happy Birthday!” I exclaim just as I start to hear shouting from the tunnel just behind me.

               Nathan stands there gawking as players begin flying past us out onto the ice. The sound of their skates digging into the ice makes goosebumps erupt all over my body. I look away from Nathan and out across the ice surface proudly. I may not consider myself his girlfriend but goddamn I would be a good one.

               Eventually Nathan drops down to his seat with the assistance of Jake. The three people to my left stare at each player as they zoom by while my attention filters down to the white and orange jerseys on the other end, indifferent to the blue ones in front of me.

               After the shock wears off, Nathan and Jake make their way back to the concourse to get themselves a few beers.

               “I’m starving, you want anything?” Rian asks me, standing to follow after the boys.

               “Just bring me one of whatever you get,” I say, smiling at her. “Thanks.”

               She nods and moves to walk away but pauses, turning back to me slowly. “I think you made Nathan really happy tonight, Y/N. You may be a horrible sister, but you’re a great girlfriend.” She winks and flashes me a smile before running up the stairs to catch up to the boys.

               I stare after her, my mouth slightly open as I try to find words even though she’s already gone.

               “But he’s not my boyfriend,” I finally whisper and turn back to the ice, though my gaze is unfocused. Does everyone think we are together? I don’t think we are. Why does Rian? Does Jake think the same thing? Does the lady staring at me two rows back also think so? No, probably not. I flinch as a puck hits the glass directly in front of me and I’m too late focusing in to notice who it was and why their pass was so horrible.

               I sigh and try to push all thoughts of boyfriends and green eyed boys out of my mind. I stretch out in my seat, resting my foot on the small lip beneath the glass and watch the players in front of me. My eyes follow various numbers and names across the ice. There’s Marner. Oh look he’s doing his weird stretch thing next to Matthews. And there’s Bozak hitting the glass where his son is standing.

I don’t flinch this time when another puck hits the glass in front of me and my eyes zero in on a small cluster of guys near the blue line near the opposite boards. None of them are looking at me but I see a few smiles. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the warm up drill they are currently working through.

I’m able to watch in peace for only a few minutes before my gaze is interrupted by a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen. My breath catches in my throat as our eye contact extends past a few seconds as he skates by slowly, stretching his stick above his head. A slow smile forms on William Nylander’s face as he finally passes me and I blink several times though my eyes continue to follow him.

“The shortest line was for hotdogs,” Rian says beside me and I nearly fall out of my seat. “Jesus Y/N! You just scared the shit out of me!” Rian snaps as my sudden movement made her nearly fumble the stack of hot dogs in her arms.

“Sorry! Here,” I reach out and take the two large drinks out of the nook of her arm.

“What were you staring at?” Rian asks taking her seat and spilling the pile of wrapped hotdogs onto her lap.

“Oh nothing, just got absorbed into the action,” I say, picking a hotdog from the pile and unwrapping it.

“Sure or you were absorbed into the godliness that is William Nylander,” Rian snorts, taking a huge bite of her hotdog as I gape at her.

“How could you have possibly noticed that? Weren’t you trying not to break your neck while walking down the stairs?” I ask.

“I said your name about three times before you snapped out of it,” Rian says through a mouthful and I wrinkle my nose at her. “Plus I could feel the tension halfway up the stairs.”

“Oh shut up,” I mumble, taking a bite of my own hotdog and pointedly staring down towards where the Flames were warming up.

“The boys were still in line when I was on my way back. You should see the smile on Nathan’s face. And Jake’s for that matter.”

“Now that you bring up Jake…” I say suggestively, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Just shut up now.” Rian doesn’t even bother looking at me, but I can see the pink rising up her neck to her cheeks.

“Rian and Jacob sitti- OW!” I squeal as Rian pinches me under the arm which somehow makes me kick my leg out hard into the boards in front of me. I gasp in pain while Rian erupts into a fit of giggles as I massage some life back into my toes through my boots. “I hate when you do that!”

Rian is too overcome with laughter to answer me and I scowl across the ice in full pout mode. I hear laughter from the bench area beside me and when I glance over I immediately regret it. Nylander is standing with a Gatorade bottle in his hand and a smile on his face, his eyes on me. I quickly drop his gaze and return my attention to my foot that is still throbbing.

“Shut up,” I mumble when Rian nudges me in the arm. She opens her mouth to say something but I’m saved by the arrival of Nathan and Jake.

They take their seats and another punch of guilt hits me as Nathan sits on the other side of Rian, giving me a disappointed look. I try to ignore it and look anywhere but him, deciding instead to watch Andersen go through his pregame routine.

Nathan and Jake engage in their usual pregame conversations, going over statistics and predictions. I can’t help but steal glances at Nathan and the smile that never seems to leave his face. He catches my eye a few times and I give him a soft smile, though I’m quick to look away. No need to fuel the fire. He’s been one of my best friends since I was in high school and only recently has the relationship gone to another level, one I’m not too sure about yet.

The game starts without any more awkward eye contact, which I strategically planned despite the nudges from Rian every time she noticed someone staring in our direction. A downside to the seat choice I hadn’t thought about. The atmosphere comes to life as the Leafs take an early 2-0 lead over the Flames. Rian and I clap but we don’t jump out of our seats like the two idiots sitting beside us. We giggle at them each time, making jokes at them that they occasionally take a little offense to.

By the end of the first period Nathan and Jake have both successfully had two beers a piece and soon go on the hunt for more while Rian and I watch the intermission activity.

“How’s your toe?” Rian asks me sweetly after a few minutes and ignore her.

“Why did you call me Nathan’s girlfriend?” I ask instead, frowning at the glass in front of me.

“I thought you were, are you not?” Rian asks confused, and I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“Definitely not,” I say. “And I hope he doesn’t either.”

“But I thought you two had feelings for each other. And I see you holding hands sometimes, him kissing your cheek, the hugging…”

“Okay, I get it. That would look a little like dating.” I interrupt much to her amusement. “I do love Nathan, I just don’t think I want him like that. And now I feel like I let it go on too far.”

Rian is quiet a moment, a first for her. “Well then I take back my earlier statement. You’re not a good girlfriend, you’re a good friend.” She taps my hand once as the team again comes shuffling out of the tunnel beside me. I turn my attention from Rian to the game again, trying and failing to focus. Only when the goal horn sounds for a Toronto goal to I snap to attention and clap, having no idea who even scored.

Thankfully, I don’t have to look very far because he is already skating to the bench for the celebration and I’m not quick enough to look away. Those pretty blue eyes meet mine again, a huge smile crinkling them at the corners and I feel myself smiling as well, though I know it’s just because of the goal. When play resumes I still struggle to pay attention, my mind is whirling about too much. I’m overly aware of the boy sitting two seats down from and overly aware of the bench on the other side of me.

I prepare myself to get up after the next whistle, needing to get away from the bright lights of the arena, a slow throb already forming in my head when I hear it.

You Are Perfect || Soulmate!Seokmin || Oneshot

Originally posted by jongindiaries

GENRE: incredibly fluffy, soulmate!au, BUT CANON, CAN YOU BELIEVE, seokmin is famous here

WORDS: 2006

BLURB: He is the Sun and you are just a lonely planet in orbit. 

In this world, when soulmates touch for the first time, they start to cry.

This is the hardest part.

Sitting here, watching them; the thirteen stars who have lit up most of your days for the past few years. Looking back on it now, it simultaneously feels like aeons have past and not a second at all. Time, you have learnt over the years, is relative to the experiences we fill it with and every second spent with these boys – men, now – were a small infinity.

As you wait your turn you remember how they came into your life that day; something like an accident, serendipitous and fateful. Not every moment was happy – there were times when even their smiles and laughter couldn’t protect you from the meanness of the world – but they reminded you constantly that the hard always came with the good so you were never sad for very long. Their determination in turn made you stronger too.

Hard work pays off, right, isn’t that what they say?

You made many friends along the way. Friends who are more than just casual internet acquaintances – friends you have held and laughed with and loved.

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Yesterday was our first rehearsal in the football stadium. The trumpets every year claim the bench as our spot to put our stuff and line up our instruments, but this year we found a random hose in the shape of a circle next to it. Of course the best idea was to line up our trumpets in the middle of it during our dinner break and the baritone section leader played along and we came up with this.

anonymous asked:


Honestly my reaction to this prompt was pretty much as follows:
*Reads prompt*
*Deep inhale*

That being said I don’t think any Bumbleby proposal could be better writing than the one in The Downward Spiral by @studiogible2016


Blake watched as Yang stood, clearing her throat and unfolding the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. “So I’ve never been one for speeches,” she began, “I almost improvised this, but my wonderful girlfriend convinced me to come prepared.” She paused to shoot a wink at Blake, who did her very best not to blush. “Anyways,” Yang took a deep breath. Blake couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking.

But when Yang spoke again, her voice was clear and strong.“We’ve all been through a lot. Everyone here has lost so much. We have had so many reasons to break down and give up. I…very nearly did.” At this, her metal hand curled into a fist and her eyes went dull. Then she shook her head and turned to look at Ruby, and her whole face lit up. “But Ruby–my beautiful, amazing baby sister–you didn’t! You fought, and you kept fighting even when nobody else would. You have always been the light of my life. I know if mom were here, she’d be proud.” Both sisters were crying now, and Blake realized that she was too. Yang looked positively radiant as she spoke, and with each word Blake found herself falling a little more in love. “And now you have someone else to share that light of yours with, and I could not be happier. I’m so glad you found Weiss and she found you. I hope… I hope you guys are happy. You deserve it. I love you, Rubes.” With a small sob, Ruby leapt from her chair to wrap Yang in a tight embrace. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

They eventually broke apart, and Yang made her way back to her seat by Blake, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.

Blake beamed, reaching out to take her hand. “Yang, that was beautiful.”

“R-really? I thought it might have been too sappy or something. Like I said–speeches aren’t really my thing.”

“No way.” Blake leaned in to plant a kiss on Yang’s forehead. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful.”

Yang smiled, looking over her shoulder at Ruby and Weiss, who were looking at one another like nobody else in the room was there. “Thanks. I just-look at them. They’re so grown-up and happy. I can’t– I think–” Yang’s voice broke and she let out a frustrated huff. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”

Blake reached up to wipe the tears off of Yang’s face. “It’s okay. Do you need some air?”

Yang nodded. “That would be nice.”

The two of them stood and slipped quietly out the doors and into the garden outside. Blake spotted a bench and led Yang over to it. For a while they sat in silence while Yang composed herself.

Even in the state she was in, Yang was the most beautiful thing Blake had ever laid eyes on. But it wasn’t her hair, or her stunning lilac eyes, or the golden dress that suited her perfectly that Blake saw. It was…it was Yang. Yang, who loved her sister more than anything in the world, Yang who took care of everyone before herself. Just…Yang.

“Will you marry me?” The words were out of Blake’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.

Yang stiffened, turning to stare at Blake. Blake stared back. What should she say? Should she take it back? Apologize? Wait?

“You–you want to get married?” Yang asked at last. Blake couldn’t read her expression, didn’t know if Yang wanted her answer to be yes or no.

And what did she want for herself? Marriage hadn’t been something she’d thought about or planned but… “Yes.” What she wanted was Yang, now and forever.

There was a long pause, and Blake thought the tension was going to kill her before Yang exclaimed “Yes! Oum, Yes, Blake I’ll marry you!”

Blake gave a cry of delight and pulled Yang into a deep, long kiss.

“Dammit, Blake.” Yang sniffed as they finally pulled apart. “You made me cry again.”

Blake just grinned. “I love you Yang.”
I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

Penguins, Tigers, and Elephants

“Everything alright, pet?” Frowning, he strokes over your aching back. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining and no clouds are in the sky. It’s the first time you can go out with a blouse and ballerinas. But you’re wearing your old sneakers because you want to walk comfortably even if you don’t feel comfortable at all.  

You’re glad that the weather allows you to go out with your daughter; the winter time was exhausting. Playing inside is not the same as playing with the other kids on the playground. You were delighted as Harry took her out for some fun in the snow. The two built a snowman, drinking hot cocoa afterwards,  and she was sad as the carrot was missing the next morning.

She’s a little whirlwind and nobody is safe, not even your vases and the Christmas tree. One Christmas ball fell victim to her. Thank god you used the old Christmas balls and not the pretty ones which your mother gave you once.

You hold your daughter’s hand as she starts to pull you forward.

“Just a little tired,”  you smile at him, closing your eyes. He kisses your forehead, sliding his hand down your arm until he grabs your daughter’s hand. She looks with surprise up to her dad as he takes her hand.

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Picture Us Together (Part One)

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You’ve been paired up on many school newspaper assignments with Peter Parker, taking photos. But your new interest in writing an article has you learning new things about yourself, as well as Peter.
Words: 1,201 
A/N: Thank you to @lethargicprofessor for editing!

“Say Cheese!” Peter said, pointing the camera in your direction. You flashed him your best smile before scanning the room once more. Tonight was the biggest Halloween party of the year, and both you and Peter Parker were chosen to cover it.

It was your first year in college, and you knew that the easiest way to make friends was by becoming involved. Though there were different types of clubs, the thing that really stuck out to you was being a photographer for the newspaper. In high school, your closest friends were fantastic with photography. They were always having photoshoots, something you grew to love. You’d begged your parents for a high end, and very expensive camera for your birthday, and were surprised when they actually gave in.

At first, you were nervous about how your photographs would be seen. You were used to photoshoots, but candid shots were another thing entirely. However, both the editor and professor with the newspaper loved your photos.

You’d even been paired up with Peter Parker for a whole section on the Halloween events going on in the school. There was a lot of ground to cover, and although you were halfway done with the events going on in the clubs, the week of Halloween was the busiest, and tonight was where you’d get most of your shots.

The Halloween Party that the Student Government threw was not only the biggest event of the season, but also the most talked about. You knew that outfits were crucial tonight. People tended to talk about the best ones for years to come, or so you’d been told.

You showed up wearing a pair of black leggings, a black tank top, and a rainbow colored tutu. On your feet you wore neon green converse, and rainbow colored cat ears were worn on your head. You’d even gone full out in whiskers and painted the tip of your nose black.

When you saw Peter, however, you tried not to crack a smile. Peter was by far the smartest guy you’d ever met, and had even gotten a science scholarship from his school for having the highest average in their history. Tonight, Peter’s nerdiness was no exception. He wore jeans and a t-shirt that had a pumpkin sitting on top of a pi sign.

“Pumpkin pie?” You’d asked as you rolled your eyes. Peter looked down at you before laughing.

“Yeah, I thought it was funny.” Peter replied, chuckling. I cannot believe I have a crush on this guy, you thought to yourself. The two of you headed into the dark room.

You were often surprised at how artistic Peter’s pictures turned out. You knew that tonight would be no exception. He would take a lot of low exposure pictures which always turned out incredible.

You, on the other hand, were left with candids. Because there wasn’t much light, it was crucial that you stay close to what little light was being emitted, as well as holding the camera completely still. The last thing you wanted was to cause a disruption with your flash photos.

As you walked around, surveying both the light and trying to get as many students in shots as possible, you couldn’t help but see that Peter was surrounded by a flock of girls. They were all flirting with him, and Peter didn’t seem to mind the attention. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Focus on what you came here for, you thought to yourself.

But try as you might, you couldn’t help but keep looking over at Peter and becoming more and more jealous. You left the room, deciding to get pictures of students as they were coming into the party. At least that way you wouldn’t have to see Peter anymore.

As you were taking pictures, you were stopped by a beautiful girl. She had long brown hair and like you was wearing a tutu, but had a crop top with candy nerds taped to it and glasses on. “Hey! You’re taking photos with Peter tonight, right?” You nodded and smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. “Do you know where he is? I wanted to say hi.” She said, twirling her finger around a strand of hair.

“He’s inside,” you said, pointing to the dark room. While you watched her walk away, a sharp realization hit you. I cannot even compete with that girl, you thought to yourself.

Before you knew it, you were outside. You weren’t sure when you had left or even how you’d gotten so far away from the party. You’d been so upset that the only thing you’d known was that you needed to leave. Spotting a bench, you walked over and took a seat. Tears started to fall from your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you were being.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Peter asked, noticing that you were gone. He tried to leave the room, but was stopped by the same girl who you’d seen.

“Hey Peter!” She said, giving him a wide smile. She tried to lead him inside, but Peter stopped her.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m actually looking for my friend. Have you seen her? She was supposed to be taking pictures with me.” Peter said, looking more concerned each minute.

“Yeah, she was outside, but I think she left? I have no idea where she went though.” Peter moved around her before going outside into the night. Surveying his surroundings, he did his best to think about where you were. As he continued to walk, he saw you.

If he’d been concerned before, he was even more so now. You had your head buried in your hands, and he watched as your shoulders spasmed. He took a seat, and you felt the bench shift under someone else’s weight.

“Y/N… what’s wrong?” Peter asked, rubbing small circles on your back. The fact that Peter came to find you only made you cry harder. “Is it me?” Peter asked, sounding concerned.

You wiped your tear stained face before replying, “no.” You tried your best to smile and laugh. “You should be at the party, hanging out with your friends!” You couldn’t help it but tears had started to fall again.

Peter took your head in his hands before replying. “Y/N, my friends can wait. I’m more concerned about you right now, and I’m not leaving until you feel better.” You rolled your eyes, and Peter brought you into his chest. “Can you at least give me a hint?” He asked, before rubbing your back once more.

“Fine. I like this guy, but he’s got girls who are into him that I could never even compete with.” You said, trying your best to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. Peter grabbed your shoulders and looked at you. It felt like his deep brown eyes were looking into your soul.  

“Then that guy is an idiot. If he can’t see how great you are, then he doesn’t deserve you.” Peter said sternly. “Y/N, I mean it. He’s not good enough for you if he isn’t interested.”