borrowing it for the night

mccree: howdy….. torbjorn…. there any chance i could….. borrow one of those turrets o’ yours for the night, to put beside m’bed…. i had a mighty frightenin’ dream that reaper was tryin’ to touch me with his long feet

torbjorn: whæt

soft asks

i wanted to make one of these things! reblog so your followers can send you a letter.

a - what color are the walls in your bedroom?

b - do you sleep with the hall light on or off?

c - favorite pastel?

d - thoughts on sand?

e - chocolate milk from the bottle or mixed from syrup?

f - moon or stars?

g - butterfly kisses or eskimo kisses?

h - sweater weather, coffee/tea, beanies, and little pumpkins aesthetic or late night driving, neon lights, gas stations and favorite song turned up aesthetic?

i - what color is your favorite blanket?

j - favorite constellation?

k - emoticon heart <3 or emoticon smile :) ?

l - fairy lights or tea candles?

m - aliens or ghosts?

n - sunrise or sunset?

o - what colors do you associate with each of the main school subjects?

p - name three cartoon shows that you liked as a child.

q - flannel shirt or fleece jacket?

r - shepherds or magi?

s - hey diddle diddle nursery rhyme or little boy blue nursery rhyme?

t - name a fictional character that you would describe as soft.

russian classical authors like guys from high school 

(just some of them, both novelists and poets)

Pushkin: popular guy who’s  good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french

Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.

Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.

Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.

Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours

Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.

Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.

Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.

Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.

Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.

Name Generator

I’m the DM for a D&D 5e game, and I had been using my 3.5 DM screen until a player started letting me borrow his 5e one. Last night was the first time I actually looked at the far left panel of it, however, and I noticed that it had tables for randomly generating NPC names, personality traits, flaws, and so on. So before game, I was toying around with the name generator and we were joking about how terrible the names were that it came up with.

Later in the game, the players noticed a boulder moving and, upon determining it was a Galeb Duhr, decided to try talking to it.

Player 1: Did we wake you?
Galeb Duhr: No.
Player 1 (ooc): Is…is it unable to say more?
Me: You asked it a yes/no question.
Player 2 (ooc): We need something more detailed.
Player 3: What is your name?
Me: Uh….oh! *cue all of us suddenly remembering the name generator exists and rolling 3d20* Oh…oh my.
Player 1 (ooc): What is it?
Player 2 (ooc): Is it terrible?
Me: …Degranett
All: DE GRANITE?
Player 1 (ooc): You ruined my joke! I was going to say “‘The Rock’ Johnson” after whatever you said!
Player 3 (ooc): I can’t wait to meet his less popular cousin, De Asphalt.
Me (ooc): That’s it, its official. That’s how the whole race gets named from now on.

Otp moments to think about

~ A jumping onto the sleeping form of B and screaming ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ before showering them with kisses and presents

~ A taking the hand of nervous B to calm them in public and whispering encouraging words

~ A taking care of B when B has been working too hard and neglecting their basic human needs

~ Adopting a pet!

~ Sharing their favorite music with each other

~ Introducing each other to movies and TV shows that mean a lot to them!

~ Babysitting

~ Playing video games

~ Reuniting after a long time away from each other

~ Coming up with and discussing theories at 2 AM

~ Knowing each others triggers and having well thought out plans for when those moments happen

~ Helping each other get over bad habits

~ Helping each other maintain good habits

~ Having inside jokes in public and sharing looks and smothered laughs

~ Laying on the hood of a car, looking up at the stars and talking about childhood memories

~ The calm before the storm, a small, precious moment that they have, not knowing if they’ll see each other alive again

~ A admitting a hard-hitting truth to B

~ Shopping!

~ Reading and cuddling on a sunny day

~ Trying out glasses

~ Whispering sassy comments to each other and ‘staring into the camera like their in the office’ looks but their each others cameras

~ Trying to outsmart each other in front of a teacher / boss / high rank

~ you say TWISTER and I raise with MESSY TWISTER (paint!)

~ Finals week and coping mechanisms

~ A lost their baggage and needs to borrow basically everything from B

~ Late night phone calls

~ Napping

~ Jamming in the car

~ Introducing each other to their families

~ Tired monday mornings

~ Stealing food and hauling ass from a party neither of them want to be at

~ Reenacting the Dirty Dancing dance move and messing up

~ Lost in the woods 

phiauniverse  asked:

"You look really cute in that sweater.” with Peter Parker please? THANKS

Originally posted by supernaturally-avengers

“You know what? I don’t think that Darth Maul deserved to die.” Peter scoffed, tossing a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth while shaking his head.

“What?! I mean I get that he’s a pretty cool dude or whatever, but he literally just killed Qui-Gon right in front of Obi. What did you expect to happen.” You chuckled back at the boy, your gaze lingering a little too long when a smile grew on his cheeks.

“Ok, you’re right.” He mock bowed towards you. “Almighty Star Wars’ nerd.”

You threw your head back in laughter before smacking his arm playfully. This is what most Saturday nights consisted of for the two of you. You were almost always stationed on Peter’s couch with a large bowl of popcorn, two bags of gummy bears and a whole marathon of movies prepped for the night.

Most Saturday’s you’d come over around three pm and not leave until the next morning, completely tired with dried tears from all the laughter that had ensued. It was natural. Peter made things feel comfortable and it never even dawned on you that you could start feeling anything more for your best friend.

That is, until you did start thinking about it. About how he was always so sweet and ready to help anyone in need. How he literally risks his life for strangers every single day.

Your feelings for Peter were starting to become distracting. Now you couldn’t even look his way without admiring his messy hair or bright eyes. It was hard to keep these emotions at bay, but you definitely didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship the two of you have now.

“Y/n?” Peter’s concerned eyes came into view as you blinked back into reality. “You alright there? You looked like you were gonna pass out for a second.” He chuckled humorlessly, still very worried for the blank, pale face that your inner monologue had caused.

“Yeah!” You immediately answered, fixing a smile onto your lips. “All good Pete. Just a little tired is all.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow. He knew you were lying. The smile on your face didn’t reach your eyes or make your cheeks puff out slightly like it should have. He could tell just from one simple expression that something was off, but he didn’t really want to push you. You’d tell him whatever it was when you were ready.

“Oh. Do you wanna get ready for bed then?” Peter stood up off the couch, offering you a hand. “We can get into pj’s and watch a calmer movie. Maybe you’ll feel better then?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you were sure that your face was painted with a cherry blush. Attempting to hide how much his sweet words affected you, you grabbed his hand. “Thanks Peter. That sounds good.” You stretched shortly and grabbed your bag, heading to the bathroom to change.

Shutting the door lightly, you replaced your jeans with a pair of old workout shorts. “Serving some looks tonight, Y/n” You giggled to yourself before searching the backpack for a shirt.

Your eyes widened. There was no way in hell that you had forgotten a shirt. You had set out a large band tee on your bed when you were packing and…it was probably still there, situated on your pillow.

You sighed, frustrated with your forgetfulness. You really didn’t want to sleep in your nicer top and there was no way you were heading out there without a shirt. Your ideas were running dry before you spotted a light gray sweater hanging near the shower.

Peter probably wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it for the night. Besides, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice at this point.

So, you threw the sweater on and watched as it fell just past the bottom hem of your shorts. You were instantly warmed by, not only the material, but also the scent of Peter’s cologne that filled your nose.

Packing up your bag, you stepped out into the hall, walking back towards the living room. Suddenly, Peter exited his room in a pair of plaid pajama pants and no shirt. Your eyes widened, taking in his naked torso before you adverted them to his face.

“Hey Y/n, was my sweater in the bath…” He trailed off, not properly finishing his sentence as he took in your form. His gray sweater hung loosely off your frame, making you look even more cuddly than you usually did. His mouth dried at the sight of you in his clothes.

“Oh, sorry.” You said, afraid that you had upset him by wearing his clothes without permission. “I can take it off. I just didn’t have a shirt and I saw this hanging and I don’t really know what I was thinking but-”

“N-No.” He stuttered out, interrupting your rambling. “You can wear it. Besides, you look really cute in that sweater.”

Pink rushed onto both your cheeks as well as his own as your gazes retreated to the floor. Awkward tension surrounded you two before you cleared your throat. “Well, I’m gonna go put on Moana.” You smiled before walking out off the hall.

Peter’s gaze followed you as he came to the conclusion that he hadn’t realized for months; he was completely screwed.


Blurb requests are closed! Sorry!

Imagine...Borrowing Dean’s Shirt

Originally posted by irishkhaleesi26

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Hetalia couple types / headcanons
  • Hongice: that one tumblr couple anways rebloging eachothers posts. Litrally all thier followers ship them
  • Rusame: that one couple that is always teasing eachother. America is the type of boyfriend who pinches russia's ass befire a picture
  • Sufin: EVERYBODY ships them. Finland is oblivious to the fact, and it makes sweden blush a ton
  • Usuk: the secretive couple england is tsundere AF and chooses not to speak of thier relationship. But when they are alone he begs america for cuddles
  • Dennor: the mismatched couple. Den is like a beautiful ray of sunshine and norway could kill you just by glaring at you. They make the most mismatched yet adorable couple ever.
  • Pruaus: the jealous couple. They always try to impress eachother. When prussia gets hit on it makes austria extremely jealous.
  • Fruk: that one couple that nobody actually knows if they are together. When asked they never answer. (Everybody ships it anyways)
  • Giripan: they are ALWAYS cuddling. They would rather stay home and cuddle with thier cats while watching a movie then be out in public.
  • Spamano: the power couple. Everybody wants to be them. They make the most attractive couple ever
  • Pruame: the nerd couple. They love playing video games together. They spend hours on end playing and only get up to eat
  • Rochu: the couple who shares everything. China forgot his pj's at his house? He can borrow russia's. Russia dosent have a place to stay for the night? He can stay at china's. Its cold outside? They can share russia's scarf.
  • Gerita: the adorable couple. They always buy eachother gifts and always seem to be together.
  • Prucan: the music couple. Prussia plays guitar and canada sings. They make the best music together.
  • Aushun: the traveling couple. They love going to beaches, mountains, anywhere as long as they are together.
  • Franada: the couple that is always baking. Canada always brings treats they had made the night before to the world meetings as france watches him lovingly.
  • Pruhun: the couple who fights over the stupidest things. Everybody knows that they really do love eachother no matter how many times hungary kicks prussia out of the house for misplacing her frying pan.
  • Red velvet pancakes: they run a pancake restaurant. They have the best pancakes EVER. They are always competing against the neighboring waffle house.
  • Belhun: runs the waffle house. Red velvet pancakes may have the best pancakes. But they have the best waffles.
  • Lietpol: They throw THE BEST parties. All the nations love them although nobody can beat them at dancing.
  • Turgre: the couple nobody really sees because they are too busy at home. Weather they are reading together, watching a movie, or sleeping together they prefer being inside.
  • Belaliech: the couple NOBODY will mess with. If you lay a hand on lichenstien belarus will slaughter you.
Needs Of Approval: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Reader x Klaus (Ft. Elijah)

Warnings: some violence

Word Count: 1713

PART ONE


The feelings you had for each other grew more and more each day. After that whole situation with Esther attempting to kill her children, everything started to calm down a little. The best part of it was that you and Kol were able to spend more time together.

One thing led to another, meaning you and Kol eventually ended up becoming an item. The hardest part about it was keeping it a secret from Klaus. You and Kol even included Rebekah and Elijah in this lie and thankfully, they both approved from seeing how happy their brother makes you.

Every time Klaus was home, you had to keep your distance from Kol. But man, whenever Klaus left to ‘take care of things’, you would jump in his arms like it was your last day on earth.

You don’t know when you’ll ever tell Klaus and you don’t know if the day will ever come that you’re ready.


The day was spent with Rebekah shopping around in a city just outside of Mystic Falls. You were exhausted, so the first thing you did was brush your teeth and put on your pj’s. Then, you closed out the night watching some TV. You didn’t know where Kol was; you expected he was at The Grill or something having a drink.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you were laid up in bed and just minutes later, you fell asleep.

Klaus comes into your room to tell you that he’ll be back later and not to look for him. He assumed you were awake because he could hear your TV on from down the hall, but you were knocked out cold so you had no idea he was in here. Standing at the edge of the bed, he smiles at you, then plants a kiss on your forehead. “My sweet Y/N.” He whispers, trying not to wake you. No matter how old you get, he’ll always see you as the little daughter he never had.

Kol walks in, assuming Niklaus had already left, but he was wrong. He goes wide eyed seeing him, then tries to quickly walk away with stealth, but his older brother noticed and stops him, using vampire speed to stand face to face with him. “What is your business here, little brother? I don’t suppose your reason is to tuck in Y/N, because I already have.” He says, sounding like a complete smart ass with a huge grin on his face.

Kol just wanted to cuddle in bed with you and maybe even get freaky under the sheets. Luckily, he quickly thought of a believable lie. Sounding as confident as he could so that Klaus doesn’t see through him. “Actually Nik, Miss Y/N happened to borrow one of my movies the other night and I was coming in to ask for it back.” Kol glanced over at you, then looked back at his brother. “But seeing as she’s asleep, I shall ask her tomorrow.”

“Well alright then.” Klaus raises his brows, then walks out of the room.

Kol exhaled from relief, then uses his vampire hearing. He hears Klaus walk out the front door and a minute later, he hears him turn on his car and finally drive off. That’s when Kol found it as the perfect time to be able to have the chance to lay in bed with you. His movement from getting under the covers wakes you enough to notice it’s him. 

“Hi love.” You greeted him with your tired, raspy voice.

“Go back to sleep, darling.” Kol said, running his fingers through your hair. You laid on your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around him, then fell back asleep.


Kol was fighting the urge to fall asleep. But, the battle was lost between him and sleep, so he ended up drifting off.

Hours later, the deep sleep that the two of you are having gets disrupted. Klaus comes home to the silence within the walls. Walking by your bedroom, from habit, he glances to look inside since your door was wide opened. He noticed Kol sleeping in your bed and that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“What the bloody hell is going on here!” Klaus shouts with fire in his eyes.

There’s no doubt that it woke the two of you up. Kol wakes up immediately, jumping from fear and you lazily wake up with tired eyes thinking ‘who in the world is shouting at this hour?’

Kol gets off of the bed. “Brother.” He says calmly while putting his hands up in defense. He was hoping the tone in his voice would help Klaus listen to his explanation.

You go wide eyed after finally realizing Klaus caught you and Kol. You sit up in the bed. “W-we can explain.” Your voice grew weak from the guilt that you felt.

Klaus ignores you and immediately shoots a look at his little brother. He vamp speeds towards him, holding his throat up against the wall.

“Care to explain what you’re doing in Y/N’s bed!” He pauses and glances at you, then continues, “my-my daughter’s bed!”

Wow. Hearing Klaus calling you his daughter gave you all kinds of feels. This made you feel even more guilty going behind his back. You didn’t bother getting up to stop Klaus because you know that you can’t stop him once he’s in a rage. So you sat there pouting, letting the guilt eat you alive.

From the corner of your eye, you see a figure walk in and thank goodness, it’s Elijah. Elijah is probably the only person in the world that can calm him down.

“Niklaus.” Elijah says firmly to his brother, the original hybrid.

“Elijah, this is not your fight. Please leave so I can rip our darling brother, Kol in half.” Klaus says. He releases Kol from his choke hold and then immediately stabs him with the nearest object. Klaus digs it deeper and deeper, making Kol at a loss for breath from the pain. You gasped at a distance.

“Nik…p-p-please.” Kol struggles getting the words out of his mouth.

Elijah vampire speeds towards his brothers to separate them. “Stop this childish nonsense at once.” Elijah turns to Klaus and you quickly run over to Kol to make sure he’s okay.

“Now. Please inform me as to why you are so hostile towards Kol?” Elijah asks Niklaus.

“That vile creature we call our brother was making himself cozy in Y/N’s bed!” He pointed at Kol with hatred in his eyes.

“Calm yourself, Niklaus.” Elijah said in a stern tone, holding his brother at his shoulders to calm him.

Since Kol is all healed, you walked over to Klaus to explain yourself and Elijah removed his hands from Klaus. “Klaus please. I know this is hard to take in and I know we are terrible for keeping this from you. But Kol and I have been seeing each other.”

“You what?” Klaus looked shocked.

“Well-” You paused, looking down at your twiddling fingers, then looked back up. You were scared to death to tell him. “-For awhile now actually.” Kol walks over to stand next to you and crosses his arms.

This disgusts Klaus because he knows all of the inhumane things that Kol has done in these 1000 years of existence, which is the reason why he has daggered him all of these times. “This is a joke?” Klaus did a fake devil-ish laugh, which scared you even more.

“Perhaps not.” Kol said.

“No, brother.” Elijah added.

Klaus looks over at Elijah with a puzzled look on his face. “You knew, Elijah? You knew and you kept this from me?”

“Correct.” Elijah responded.

“I-” Klaus says, but Elijah cuts him off.

“-The reasoning for keeping this all a secret is because of this exact reaction.”

You looked down and sighed. This whole thing is just a mess. Now, a part of you wished you had never fallen for Kol and that the two of you merely saw each other as just roommates. But you can’t help who you fall for.

Kol slowly walks up to Klaus. “I’m sorry, Nik. But I love her.” He glances back at you and smiles, but that smile is quickly gone because Klaus darts toward Kol with yellow eyes and his fangs out.

Klaus sinks his fangs into Kol’s neck while Kol screams in pain. You gasp at this sudden action. Klaus pulls away, looking satisfied as ever and that’s when you found the opportunity to comfort Kol.

But instead of accepting your comfort, Kol decided he has had it with Klaus attacking him and tries to have a go at him, but Elijah quickly puts himself in between the two.

“Enough.” Elijah growled.

Seeing the two people you care about the most just breaks your heart, so you immediately run out of the room to sit and cry at the bottom of the stairs. Kol immediately runs after you to comfort you while Elijah handles his stubborn brother.

“Niklaus. You have to be more open minded. For Y/N’s sake.”

“Elijah are you not aware of how reckless our little brother is?” Klaus goes to your balcony to get fresh air, with Elijah following behind him.

“Yes, I am aware. But what you do not see is that your dear Y/N is now a grown woman. She should be free to be with whomever she pleases. Even if it’s Kol, out of all people.”

“If he lays one finger on her hair-” Klaus tightens his grip on top of balcony railing.

“I know. He knows. From what Rebekah & I have witnessed is that he is good to her. She simply tames him. He hasn’t been reckless since.”

“I will not take your word for it until I see the actions myself.”

Out of the blue, Kol walks in, weak from pain, and makes himself present on the balcony. “Brother, please hear me out.” Kol pleaded.

Instead of hearing Kol’s part, Klaus speaks instead. “If you so much break her little heart, I’m going to make you suffer in ways your spoiled, little mind cannot possibly imagine.

Kol opened his mouth to speak, but Klaus quickly walks away to go and make things right with you.

Why me?

Description: The reader is Caroline’s weaker and practically invisible twin sister. You get along with others but they often misunderstand you. So when you are invited to the ball by Klaus, whom you have a secret crush on, it means the whole world to you. And when you get there Klaus makes you feel like the most beautiful girl there.

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Gender: Female/Dress Wearer

Triggers: Mentions of loneliness and abandonment

Words: 2,487 - this is the longest one I’ve written!

This was Requested by anon - This was a great request, I hope I did it justice.

Originally posted by my-king-klaus

Originally posted by parasoli

I’m kind of making some stuff up to fit what I want to do with this prompt


You left the Salvatore house, sure that no one noticed at all. They were to preoccupied to notice you anyway. They cared for a while, when you and Caroline were turned, well, Stefan did. But more and more happened, and it was like you faded away. You had more control over your Vampirism than Caroline, but she was stronger so she was included more in the problems you were all facing, everyone tried to push you out, thinking you couldn’t handle it, so they left you alone. 

You tried to explain to them you could help, Matt could why couldn’t you? You figured it was because no one understood you. You had trouble being clear with your thoughts, no one could keep up with them. Hell, you barely could sometimes. 

You and Carolines relationship was strained these days. You two use to be so close, you were twins after all. Though, not identical. You wish you were sometimes, Caroline was so beautiful, you figured that was why Klaus was interested in her. Why did you care anyway? Klaus was the bad guy wasn’t he? Caroline couldn’t care about him any less. Why didn’t he like you? Why didn’t anyone like you? You use to cry over this all the time, but now, you were so use to it, you no longer wasted your tears on those who didn’t care about you.

Before you knew it, you had walked all the way home. Walking in you call out “I’m home mom!” hearing no response you figured she was at work. You walked up the stairs and went into your room. Your eyes immediately going to the box on your bed. Walking over you saw an invitation to the Mikaelsons ball, you picked it up ready to take it to Carolines room, Klaus must have gotten her a gift or something, and thought this was her room. 

Stopping before you left your room, you looked back down at the box, you wanted to know what was in it. “It was on my bed. If she gets mad at me for opening it, it’s not my fault.” you said out loud to yourself. 

Turning around you put the box back on your bed. You took the envelope, opening it looking at the invitation you turn it over. You couldn’t believe what was on the back. “Save me a dance y/n. Fondly, Klaus” he wasn’t serious was he? He invited you and not Caroline? He must be up to something. Glancing at the box you slowly took the lid off gasping at what was in the box. A beautiful red sparkling gown. You touched it gently feeling the fabric. 

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Dean’s Clothes

  The first time Dean caught a glimpse of you in one of his shirts, he instantly realized just how attracted to you he was. Sure he thought you looked beautiful in your own clothes, especially in the short shorts you wore when you helped him wash baby. But there was something about you in his clothes that made his mouth water and his pants grow a little tighter.

  It all started when you forgot to pack a shirt to wear to bed on a hunt in Detroit. You frowned and let out a sigh. Of course Dean packed extra clothes and just happened to have an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt that you could wear. It came down to your mid thigh and swam on your body. He couldn’t help but think about what you would look like the morning after. Would you wear his shirt from the night before and nothing else?

  When he saw you in one of Sam’s flannels one day in the bunker, he instantly grew angry, and his heart sunk in his chest a little. He thought it was yours and his thing, not something that happened between the three of you. Dean wanted you to only borrow his clothes. He wanted you to be his, and his alone. It was in that moment that he realized that his feelings for you were a lot stronger than he believed them to be.

  Weeks later, you were bleeding out in the backseat of the impala, his arms wrapped around you. You weren’t going to die by any means, but he knew you were in a lot of pain and you needed to stay awake in order for them to fix you up. You were shivering from the cold weather outside, so Dean did what he always did. He shed out of his jacket and flannel and wrapped them around you. You smiled softly, thanking him. This time, he told you that his clothes looked a lot better on you than they did him.

  You asked Dean if you could borrow one of his flannels one night, only because you had all of your sleepwear in the wash and they weren’t quite done yet. Dean smiled, leading you to his room. He let you pick which one you wanted to wear. Much to his surprise, you picked the one he was wearing an hour ago. He wondered why, and you responded with “I like the way it smells; just like you.”

  Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He could feel the tips of his ears heating up as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Something completely unlike him. Girls didn’t make him nervous. But he tried his luck.

  “If you like the way I smell so much, why don’t you just sleep in my bed? Smells just like me, sweetheart,” he winked.

  “Well if you insist.”

  Needless to say, as good as his shirts looked on you, they looked even better off of you. And even better the next morning when he knew you had nothing else on beneath it. 

Dean loved you in his clothes. But then again, Dean loved you.

wearing jacob portman’s clothes would include:

- him being a goofy, grinning boy

- telling enoch, millard and other peculiar boys “that’s my shirt. on my girl”

- yeah i know he’s really shy and awkward but i think that ^ would be what he’d do

- he’d be watching you all the while when you’d be somewhere else

- he would be thinking of this morning, when he let you borrow his shirt

- and that would lead to thinking about last night

- when you’d come to him, he would wrap his arms around your body from behind and swing you up in the air, his fingers touching the fabric of his shirt

- you’d giggle and hold onto his arms tightly

- everyone around you would either be ‘awwing’ (everybody) or rolling their eyes and scoffing (enoch, duh)

- “mine, mine, mine” he would whisper in your ear and tickle your sides which made you laugh even louder

Young God

Jughead x Reader

It’s approaching the last night that the drive through is open, so you and your boyfriend Jughead try to make the best of it. Based off the requested song: Young God by Halsey

Warnings: emotions, kissing, and more emotions

Word Count: 2,027

A/N: I think this is angst? I tried my hardest to get the feel right! AHHH I hope you guys like it. I hope it’s okay


he says “oh baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legends

i’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven.”

The drive-in was Jughead’s favorite place to be besides next to you. It was a bit weird to call him your boyfriend, since you had only been best friends since kindergarten. You were there for Jug over the summer when no one else was, and your feelings that had been right under the surface came to light with late night talks, walking to and from Pop’s and of course, movie nights. It only took about half way through the summer for him to confess that he also had a crush on you, for nearly just as long. Half way through the summer is also when the town got flipped upside down at the announcement of Jason Blossom’s death and the news that the drive-in was going to be shut down. You stood by your boyfriend through all of it, and even supported him when he told you he wanted to start writing a novel about it. Not soon after, you told him you loved him. Only problem was, he hadn’t said those words back.

It was the day before the drive-in was supposed to close, and some of your friends were sitting around a table outside trying to decide what movie was going to be played. It had to be a good one, after all.

“What about Mean Girls?” Kevin suggests, sitting across from you, next to Betty and Veronica. You all stare at him for a moment, thinking it over.

“It is a cult classic.” Betty jumps in to defend his suggestion.

“No way is the last night in the drive-in going to be Mean Girls.” Jughead protests, his eyebrow furrowing as you lean in closer to him. He puts an arm around your waist out of sight from your other friends.

“What about Rebel Without A Cause?” you ask, looking up at him. It was the first movie you ever saw together as a couple, and you knew it was one of his favorites.

He smiles, giving your side a light squeeze, “That sounds perfect.”

“Of course he chooses your pick, you’re the queen of his universe.” Kevin chimes in, clearly annoyed that his pick wasn’t chosen. You guys also weren’t hiding the fact that you were in a relationship anymore. Things were too different when you got back to school, and your friends almost immediately noticed something was up. It only took them a week to get the details out from you.

“And he’s my king.” You smile, chuckling along with your friends.

Kevin made a gagging sound which furthered the laughter. It felt good to laugh like this with your friends, with Jughead. Jug had been so focused lately on trying to keep thing running and also his novel, you barely saw him smile anymore. It was always a good day when you could see him happy.

As the laughter dies down I can tell that Jug has something to say, because whenever he does, he bites his lip and his eyes can’t seem to focus.

“Will you all be there?” Jug asks, looking at all of them expectantly. You knew that this meant the world to him, and it would secretly break his heart if your other friends didn’t come.

“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Betty tells him, looking at Veronica afterwards. Ronnie just smiled and flipped her black hair over her shoulder.

“You heard what my girlfriend said, we’ll be there.” She smirks, nudging Betty on the shoulder. You were so wrapped up in your summer with Jughead you had almost forgotten that not soon after Veronica moved here, she asked out Betty. They had been nearly inseparable since.

Everyone then looked to Kevin, who put his hands up in surrender, “It’s not Mean Girls, but I’ll be there.”

That left Archie, who had decided not to join you today. You didn’t know if they had made up at all, but there was a point in the summer where you weren’t even allowed to say his name without receiving the silent treatment from Jughead. You and Betty passed silent words with each other as you gave her a look. She knew that Archie had to be  there, so she would do what she could to make him.

You felt Jug sigh in relief that everyone he cared about would be there. He wanted the last night to go well, and if he wanted it so did you.

Soon Betty and Ronnie and Kevin got up to leave, they had some English project they had to do, leaving you and Jughead alone.

You could tell he was a bit on edge, so you took his face in your hands and made him look at you, smiling softly at the way his hair curled just the right amount coming out of his beanie.

“It will be okay, I promise.” you say, placing a small kiss on his lips. You only could hope that your words remained true.

But do you feel like a young god?

You know the two of us are just young gods

“Why do you write?” you ask later that night, curled up with him on your bed. You fit together perfectly, your head on his chest and his hand playing with strands of your hair as you just enjoy being near each other. This has become a near nightly occurrence, him staying over at your house. He was welcome any time, as you knew what was going on with  his dad, but you still wonder if something else isn’t going on.

“It releases stress,” he says, taking pauses to think about what he says next, “it’s a surreal feeling when you’re the one in control… like you’re the only one in the universe who can write something the right way, and so you do.” he explains, staring at the ceiling.

You nod your head against his chest, trying to understand his brain. You had been best friends for so long, but he still hid parts of himself away from you. He had parts to himself that were for his eyes only.

You sit up slightly, looking at him with admiration. “Are you okay?” You ask.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” he responds, joining you in sitting up. He rests his head on your shoulder, your back to his chest. He slowly begins placing small kisses on your neck, trailing up and down and back again. You tilt your head to the side to allow him more access.

“No reason, just wondering.” you lie. You know why you asked. You asked because you can tell that something is bothering him, something that he hasn’t told you. This is different from other things he hasn’t said. You know that there’s a portion of himself that he doesn’t like to share, but this is something different. He’s become distracted, preoccupied with something else entirely. He was more upset about the drive-in closing than he was letting on, and you wanted to know why.

“You’re thinking too much.” he says, a smile forming against your neck.

You turn to face him and press your lips to his, stopping him from speaking another word. He deepens the kiss, cupping the side of your face as his other hand slips under your shirt. Your breath hitches at his touch on the small of your back, his cold fingers tracing circles, driving you mad.

Your hand slips under his shirt, feeling his chest, committing to memory all the divots and crevices of his body. This boy was beautiful, and he was all yours. You pull his shirt off over his head, breaking your lips for him only to go back to your neck.

“Kevin was right.” he whispered.

You smile, “And you say I think too much?” you let out a small laugh, opening up your neck as he continues down your chest.

“You’re my queen.” he says.

He says, “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges

I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon”

The drive-in was packed, cars lined up in neat rows, people in blankets. You and Jughead were near the back, a blanket laid out in the back of the truck your dad let you borrow for the night.

“It’s just about time.” you say, looking over him as you finish setting out the popcorn and drinks to the side. You hop in the truck and pat the space next to you for him to join you, “Everyone is here, even Archie.” you continue, gesturing to the cars and blankets next to you, your friends chatting about nothing.

Jughead looks nervous, his hands fiddling with each other, his leg shaking as he looks out over the crowd. He turns around and heads back to the building that plays the movie.

You follow close behind him, nearly chasing after him to see what’s going on. He enters through the back door and slams it shut. You hesitate to knock, unsure if he would let you in. You try the doorknob and it’s open, so you try to silently open the door. What you see stuns you as you let the door close.

There’s a small mattress in the middle of the room,  shirts and shorts thrown everywhere. There are posters over some of the walls and a small mirror hanging on the back of the room.

The projector sits neatly at the front, the only part of this room that is actually supposed to be there.

“Jug, what is all this?” you manage to get out. He looks up from his work at the projector, his eyes growing wide. He bites his lip, and then you know that this is what he had been keeping from you.

“(Y/N)! You’re not supposed to be here.” he says, frantically coming around to meet you. He tries to push you out but you stand your ground.

“Shit I’m not, have you been living here?” you demand, looking at him with fire in your eyes.

His body slumps, his eyes fall. “Yes.” he gives in, not daring to meet your gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” your voice softens, stepping closer to him. Your heart broke for your boyfriend, upset that he hadn’t come to you about this sooner.

“Because…” he says, trailing off, his leg beginning to bounce again, his hands pulling at the edges of his beanie, bringing it down further over his head.

“Because?” you push, taking his hands in yours, making him look in your eyes. You just wanted him to be honest with you for once, you wanted to see the parts that he’s hidden.

“Because,, (Y/N).” he says, “Because I didn’t want you to think less of me. I didn’t want you to leave.”

He looks at you with sadness in his eyes. He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but you stopped him with a kiss.

Your hands go to cup either side of his face, his hands hesitant at first, still afraid. You deepen the kiss and he finally wraps you in his embrace. This is the moment you had been waiting for since the end of the summer, the moment when he would tell you, when he would finally open up. You didn’t imagine it exactly like this, but it was perfect, in your own little way.

“Jughead Jones the third,” you whisper against his lips, “I am not going anywhere.” You say making him believe it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” he whispers in return.

“Don’t be, just no more secrets, okay?” you ask, pressing your forehead to his, looking in his eyes.

“Okay.” he says, and then suddenly pulls you down to the makeshift mattress, you falling next to him. He was on top of you, placing light kisses down your neck as  the movie began to roll in the background, “there is one more thing I haven’t told you yet.”

“And what would that be?” you smile.

“I love you, (Y/N).”


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