but he actually makes me wanna do everything in black and white

Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

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Badly

Jungkook x reader

theme:Jungkook and you always had tension between and one time he comes out of the shower and you are in the room…so things get a little steamy

requested by: taetaesbooty

genre: smut

word count: 5.5K


“I’m so excited!“Jimin said suddenly.

Everyone else agreed but you.
“I would be equally excited if I wasn’t fucking suffocating between these two.“you grunted trying to make yourself more room.

“Y/N no swearing!“Hoseok scolded you at what you just rolled your eyes.

Currently you were sitting in a car, struggling between Hoseok and Taehyung, while Yoongi was driving, Jimin sitting in the seat next to him.

“I just don’t understand why I couldn’t go in the other car? There would be room for everyone!“you said, still fighting elbows with Taehyung.

“Because I want my sister to be with me in the car!“Hoseok exclaimed.

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sex bomb

Harry works at lush and you’re a writer 

masterlist x

a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you

 Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.

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(Request: Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)

Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!

warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut!
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Originally posted by thewalkinggifs

You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.

“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the step below him.

He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”

“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied, taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.

“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly for bringing it up.

You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.

“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.

You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot going on right now” You tried to justify your words.

“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been going on for years!” he raised his voice.

“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he interrupted you.

“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”

He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse. You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that he wanted to be left alone.
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You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.

“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands on it.

He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.

“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he made no move to try and wipe them away.

“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m sorry” he finished.

He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and moved his hands to his side.

You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he always had.

“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him some clean clothes.
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You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed, and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.

You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.

“What?” he asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you.
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You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.

“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was something wrong?

“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff from sleeping.

“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you okay?”

“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”

“What time is it?”

Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch. “It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back down onto the bed slowly.

“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can talk to me and trust me” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once again.
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The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming your body.

“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck, making you feel weak.

“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit, making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you, keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.

“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.

“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with you.

“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling him.  He sighed as he got it all out, and it felt like a weight off his shoulders.
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Title: 2 assholes play cards against humanity 

Genre: Fluff + Crack ➝ YouTuber AU

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Plot: 2 assholes play Cards Against Humanity together. One asshole is an excellent kisser and the other is the worst fucking editor in the world.

Or rather: we are both youtubers and you are the worst fucking editor ever, and so you accidentally included a clip from our collab you uploaded where we made out and people don’t know we’re a thing yet, as requested (and thought of!) by me.

Warnings: This is just…unlike my writing style. Wrote this whilst drunk, probably, because I don’t remember writing this, at all.

Notes: Yes, I did go out of my way and spend 1 hour + on making a fake YouTube channel and video for this drabble/fic. Was it worth it? Probably not, but here’s Yoongo’s channel.


2 ASSHOLES PLAY CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY w/ Y/N
UPLOADED BY: yoongi
28TH MARCH, 2017.

despite being a youtuber with over seven million subscribers to make up for it, min yoongi is the absolute worst at his job. you’d think that being paid so much every week and being invited to vip events and having thousands- close to millions- of fans making twitter accounts with your name squished into them, and seeing your face on billboards or whatever, would act as enough motivation for yoongi to put in a tiny bit more effort.

don’t get me wrong– yoongi works hard. he uploads twice a week (thursdays and sundays, for those who wanted to know!), and always puts out fresh and most of the time, original content. a musical prodigy, as some people called him, and others called him unique, entertaining, different, inspiring. some called him mediocre and basic, but against yoongi’s strong fan base, none of that mattered. even without the fanbase, yoongi still didn’t give two damns about what anybody had to say against him. and with the success he has, he doesn’t need to be worried about anything or anybody else just yet.

but, you’d think that because of his success and picture-perfect life captured by an expensive camera and posh lenses (hey, the fact that yoongi is so well liked despite not attempting to even out his flaws with light boxes and filters or makeup products is impressive), he’d try that extra bit harder when it came to creating content he enjoys putting out into the world. especially editing videos- including ones where forgetting to edit out one tiny, tiny clip could result in thirty new scandals and his name being in the media longer than it has to be.

because min yoongi, despite his magical fingers and creative mind when it comes to creating the video itself, is the absolute worst at editing videos. he just can’t be bothered to watch the same clips over and over again. and, even though you may not like it, you’re suffering at the hand of his poor editing skills.

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The Maid

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, Dom!dean, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 3411

Summary: when you take up a new job as a maid at the bunker, you may have a slight crush on your boss; Dean.

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day, here some Dean smut for you beautiful people

You were running late to your job interview. It wasn’t like you weren’t prepared or didn’t leave on time, but this place was very hidden. You were in desperate need of money so you decided to go to an interview to become a maid at a bunker. You had seen the ad for the job, you didn’t have to book an interview you just had to show up between the time 3:00pm-5:30pm. It was 6:30pm and you had only just arrived outside of this bunker.

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the situation on bts’ colorism in the japanese magazine

this is a long post, however i believe theres lots to understand on this subject that cannot be dismissed. i have two disclaimers: first, please read until the end before criticizing because when i say i made an effort to include all views i mean it. second, there will be hetero references in this since the interview was about their ideal girl.. i apologize n i dont mean to assume their sexuality or anything.

there are three main parts to this; 1) lets understand the whole picture, 2) be fair and 3) for those who were hurt by the “interview” and to those who want to dismiss them (this is not patronizing, i really fucking sympathize here)

lets understand the whole picture

to begin, I’m pretty much positive they didn’t actually interview bts for the magazine… rather, they drew on old interviews for the magazine… i don’t think the members were actually involved in any way with this magazine specifically. there a few posts about this and i’ll like them, but the best was by @jkguks. they showed how each exact response was recycled from an old interview. the post can be found here. comments have also been made that this magazine is known for such moves in the past and that their credibility isn’t so great. @allforbts pointed out here that the magazine didnt have a photoshoot – they reused pictures from other sources – which probably indicates they didn’t have an actual interview; however this isn’t real evidence. in my own personal opinion i dont trust the person who posted the translations on twitter. yes the translations are correct as far as we all know, but what i mean is… i think she knew the interview was old/reused. everyone that asked about the interview’s date received no response from her. she even made a comment about how many followers shes gained. if she cleared up that the interview was old or reused then this whole thing would die out n she’d stop getting followers. anyway i find it suspicious but i could also just be reading too far into it. the whole point of this is that at this point we can pretty much conclusively say that the interview is recycled n this is not something they said recently. this is not to devalue the weight of their words because it still hurt a lot of people. old or new, getting told your skin color is “unideal” is painful. however we do wanna look at this because we at least now know that their status of “since educated on colorism and racism and now pretty pc/sensitive” is not going to be revoked! they’ve since educated themselves, that is still the truth. this is just the ugly past come to rear its head.

on the other end of understanding the whole picture, i’m going to make a sorta controversial statement. hopefully in fully explaining it, you all will get the full idea… but for the sake of k-armys who are getting attacked by intl fans constantly and also for the sake of perspective – which may lessen the blow of their words for those hurt by them – i need to say this. the concept of colorism is alive and well in korea… it just isn’t the same as it is in the west. in the west – for the most part – we are more ethnically/racially diverse while korea is almost entirely racially/ethnically homogeneous. so how does this effect the meaning of colorism? well because one of the largest identifiable traits when looking at the differences between the world’s races n ethnicities is skin color, race/ethnicity will always be tied to skin color, especially in really diverse areas. in the west where we are consistently exposed to different races/ethnicities as part of our daily lives, a preference of skin color holds not only colorist implications but also racist implications. if some mayo dude said “i think darker skin is ugly on girls” we can safely assume hes a racist fuck on top of being colorist. however, since korea is homogenous, there isnt any real racist implications. let me elaborate: korea has issues with being racist against other poc, however in an interview discussing ideal types where the ideal type is already assumed to be at the very basis korean (or maybe another east asian ethnicity if you’re stretching it), the statement on skin color is directed at people of their shared race. so how is this less problematic? it is still problematic definitely – i’d like to make this clear – but in korea, the concept of skin color amongst koreans as a beauty standard isnt racially or ethnically motivated and therefore its more akin to saying “i prefer blue eyes over brown eyes on white girls” because they’re discussing a physical variance within their own race. in the end, it’s still colorist, but please try to understand that in korea the remarks arent as horrible. they still shouldn’t say that, and really, any discussion of skin color preferences is ugly, but it’s extremely important to be considerate of korean culture. intl fans forget constantly that we are guests to korean culture. if you were invited to someones house you wouldnt bust in there feeling entitled n doing whatever the fuck you want. you’d try and respect their rules and how they run their home. if you had a problem with something there, you’d politely ask them to accommodate you, explaining why that accommodation was necessary. you wouldnt fucking trash them for not having their house already equipped to your preference. thats incredibly selfish. this is the same way. you are guests to this culture, and while you shouldnt allow colorism to continue, this theme of entitlement amongst intl fans – especially when we have done very little to respect their culture; we demand they understand ours while continually paying theirs no regard – is really shamefully. i ask that people reading this do their best to be more considerate in the future. not everything is black n white… lots of things have grey area and we can afford to be more socially conscious. im pretty sure most k-fans have it about up to here dealing with koreaboos criticizing their culture… 

be fair

this is a short statement but i need to remind you all that most of the members were problematic in that interview and if you are only trashing namjoon you need to fucking stop. you are allowed to offended, of course – i was pretty bothered too seeing how im the opposite to namjoons ideal in every way, my bias who i’d fucking die for – but if your whole focus is “namjoon this and namjoon that” than youre being a biased ass and im gonna need you to sit down. if youre going to be mad, by all means, be mad, but dont fucking pretend the other members said nothing wrong. im sick of people pretending every member but namjoon is perfect and unproblematic. present day he’s probably the most un-problematic member since educating himself on racial issues, feminism, n lgbtq rights, making himself an advocate for them all while idols remain silent…. hmm…. but keeping pushing that “problematic member” agenda sure. yeah lets pretend the facts dont exist ok

for those who were hurt by the “interview” and to those who want to dismiss them

fans who read through the interview n realized they kinda fit their bias’ ideal type – esp in terms of skin color – please don’t make comments on how people need to “get over this”. for many fans, especially non light skinned poc, this really hurt. not only as a “i don’t fit my bias’ ideal type” but also as a betrayal of trust. many non light skinned poc have experienced some type of discrimination for their skin color and many had their sense of self confidence fucked over for it. its not just a “you dont think darker skin is beautiful, aw :(” its more of a, “you are someone i love and support and the fact that you’d call my skin color less attractive – the skin color for which i’ve had to struggle to find my own confidence in – just like so many others, feels like betrayal”. its really hurtful. so don’t be dismissive. you don’t understand. this isnt your discussion, im sorry.

and lastly, to the fans who were hurt by the interview. im sorry boo. im sorry that the industry you support continues to hurt you. im sorry someone you decided to love and support made you feel like that. please remember that the ideal type is such a flimsy concept. they really dont mean anything. those questions were grossly specific n they were so unnecessary, but at the end of the day, they are still made up preferences. the boys wouldn’t find you unattractive for not meeting the bits on their checklist – fuck no. attraction just doesnt work like that. no one falls in love with the person that hit everything on their little “ideal type” checklist. honestly, if you asked me to describe my ideal type n i just listed shit off the top of my head, it probably wouldnt add up to namjoon…. but in every way namjoon perfect to me. im fucking whipped. this is the same. dont take their ideals to heart, dont feel like anything on you needs to change. you are exactly the way you need to be, and dont ever let some guys “ideal type” make you feel any less. n if anyone every tries to tell you that you’re failing to meet their beauty standards… fucking kick them. fcuk them seriously. dont let this shit effect your self confidence. gross comments like that dont deserve a thought in your head

sleepovers with jaemin

Originally posted by haechannie


for a lovely anon. i had fun doing this altho i was feeling out of it for a few days! hope you enjoy!!!!! jaemin is so beautiful inside and out i want 2 cry - admin amy


- ok so y’all would probably have sleepovers spontaneously 

- like jaemin would be like ‘wanna netflix & chill ;))

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anonymous asked:

My ex-boyfriend (who broke up with me) is mad because I don't want to be friends, My best friend bailed on me even tho I haven't seen him in 2 months, I failed a chem test, an ASL test and an English Socratic Seminar today and I have to go to school tomorrow. It's been a hectic day. If you have the time (and energy def don't feel pressured!!) I'd love a hurt/comfort Stucky or Stony fic please (or Bucky/Steve/Tony)

that is a huge pile of shitty anon, i’m sorry!

“All right, Iron Man, back in the air,” Steve calls and Tony does a silly salute even though he doesn’t think Steve can see him from where he is.

“Upsie daisy,” he calls in return. He’s barely lifted off when something hits him in the right thigh with a loud crunch. Pain spikes all the way down to his toes and up into his hip. The shock knocks him off kilter. He cries out, but it’s more out of shock than anything.

“Tony?!” he hears someone yell, but the view on the HUD is spinning and that’s more important than whoever’s yelling at him.

“Sir, you’ve taken a hit—”

No shit!” Tony yells back breathlessly.

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Too Strong

REQUEST by IMPOSSIBLYLUCKYVXI: Can I have one where Ro meets YN a journalist at a press junket for Fastlane. He immediately wants her but she runs from him because she thinks she isn’t good enough for him since she’s a average girl. Months go by since their encounter & he still wants her & she wants him too but can’t get over their career differences. One night she has to go a live Raw show to right a story & she sees him again. He corners her this time & gets mad possessive & sexy. End it how you’d like. Thanks 😍😘.

Warnings: Smut, language
(A/N): I’m so sorry it took so long guys. To make it up to y’all, I made it longer than I planned it to be. I also loved writing this one, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome😌

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‘’You ready?’’ my best friend and colleague asked me, ‘’In a few minutes, you’ll be interviewing Roman fucking Reigns.’’

‘’Calm down girl, as much as I adore the man, I have to stay professional,’’ I chuckled as I took a sip of my water, ‘’I’m nervous though; he’s competing against Braun Strowman and he’s a monster, I wonder what his strategy is for tonight.’’

‘’Yeah, I agree. I’m curious too now you mentioned it,’’ she turned around and smirked, ‘’Why don’t you ask him yourself?’’

‘’Wait what?’’ I looked at her confused as she walked off. I honestly had no idea what she was talking about, so I turned to the paper with questions that was given to me. Fastlane was tonight and I was chosen to interview few of the WWE superstars who were having their matches. The perks or being an journalist is that you get to see so many different places and people, situations that you’ll always remember.

‘’This is probably the first time someone hasn’t notice me sitting next to them,’’ a low heavy voice said, making me look up surprisingly. ‘’There she is,’’ he chuckled, ‘’you’re the one who’s interviewing me, am I right?’’

‘’Oh my god, I’m so sorry Mr. Reigns,’’ I said embarrassed, ‘’and that’s right, here she is.’’

‘’It’s Roman, sugar,’’ He smiled, making me melt right away, ‘’Mr. Reigns sounds so old.’’

‘’Alright then, Roman, you ready for your interview?’’ I asked, trying hard to hide my nerves. This man is gorgeous, how can anyone act normal around him?

‘’I’m more than ready,’’ he raised an eyebrow as he looked at my chest, ‘’y/n. Oh don’t worry, I ain’t a man like that, I’m a decent guy.’’ He chuckled, making me laugh.

‘’That’s good to know,’’ I smiled and stood up, ‘’Let’s get started then.’’

‘’We can’t talk some more?’’ He asked pouting his lips. ‘’I mean, we gotta do the interview, but I’d like to get to know the beautiful woman who will be asking the questions.’’

‘’I bet you say that to every woman who is about to interview you,’’ I chuckled. He stood up and walked over to where I was standing and took my hand in his.

‘’I only say it when I mean it, babygirl,’’ Roman smiled as his hand caressed my cheek. Looking him in the eye, I felt butterflies. ‘’And actually, it’s the first time I told someone.’’ He whispered, making me smile. ‘’So what do you say? Wanna talk some more now, or after my match?’’

‘’I think we have to get started if you wanna be on time for your match,’’ I hastily answered as I took the papers from the table and made my way to the interview corner. ‘Did you really had to respond like that, you idiot?’ I thought to myself. I could hear Roman chuckling from behind me.

‘’Alright then, but after my match, which I will win without a doubt, I insist you going to grab something to eat with me.’’

‘’So that’s a bet?’’ I frowned, slightly smiling. He nodded, already convinced he was going to win. Don’t get me wrong, I truly believe he will win, but Braun doesn’t know what mercy is. I’ve seen how the man literally throws people around and I can’t even imagine the agony that’s caused by that.

‘’If that’s what you wanna call it, then that’s a yes.’’ He smiled as he stood where he had to stand.

‘’I’m not sure, we’ll see.’’ I answered him as I saw the camera man coming our way. ‘’Right now, let’s do this interview.’’

‘’Whatever you say, love.’’

——————-

After the interview, I kind of started to avoid Roman. Even though I desired to be with him, I wasn’t going to give myself any form of false hope. He kept trying to talk to me, but I pretended to be really busy with the aftercare of the interview and my trip back. At some point, he went to prepare for his match, leaving me alone.

‘’He really likes you,’’ A familiar male voice said, making me turn around. Seth was standing there with his crutches and a big grin. ‘’You’re all he talks about at the moment.’’

‘’Nice to see you too, Seth.’’ I rolled my eyes and let out a small chuckle. ‘’I’m only here for the interview, which we finished, so there’s no need for me to be here anymore,’’ I lied.

‘’Y/n, be honest with me.’’ Seth said seriously as he sat down next to me. We’d known each other for quite some time; I had to interview him for a magazine a while ago and we kept in touch ever since.

‘’I am being honest,’’ I said as I looked at the screen where Fastlane was going on. ‘’Shouldn’t you be backstage?’’

‘’Not really no.’’ He chuckled as he signed to his knee.

‘’Oh yeah, you’re right, my bad.’’ I laughed.

‘’So why don’t you just tell me what’s the matter? I’ve seen how you’re cutting him off, why was that?’’

‘’I wasn’t cutting him off, alright.’’ I sighed, looking at Roman who came out with a whole new gear. New sneakers, the black and white logo, he looked incredible. ‘’Why is he interested in me while I’m average? There are so many beautiful woman around him.’’ I thought out loud. Next to me, I could feel Seth frown. ‘’What I’m trying to say is, we’re just not meant to be.’’

‘’You and average? Y/n, please. You know damn well that that’s a lie, quite a big one too.’’

‘’Thanks Seth,’’ I smiled as I stood up and grabbed my bag, ‘’But I gotta go. Tell Roman I owe him a victory drink.’’ I gave him a hug and looked at his knee, chuckling, ‘’Take care of that and come back asap.’’

——————-

A little more than a month has passed and I couldn’t get Roman out of my head for some reason. Seth called me a couple of times, saying that Roman wanted to meet up with me, but I said that I was busy. It was half of the truth, because I was truly busy at some moments, but at other times, when I had nothing to do, I still didn’t want to meet up with him. Not that I didn’t want to, I wanted it more than anything, but I just couldn’t. ‘He really likes you’, Seth’s words still roamed through my mind, making it seem like more of a dream that I really met Roman in the first place. How can he like a girl like me; average looking, average personality, everything was average about me.

As I was sitting downstairs, I got a phone call of my boss, saying that I had to attend RAW. My heart skipped a beat, knowing I would see Roman after all this time. I have no idea how he’s gonna react on me not contacting him back, but I was planning to just do what I came for and leave. I grabbed my stuff and left the house, on my way to the arena. When I arrived, Seth welcomed me with open arms, constantly telling me how happy he was to see me and that his knee was doing so much better.

‘’Someone wanted to see you,’’ Seth began as we got backstage, ‘’I probably don’t have to tell you who I’m talking about.’’

‘’I figured,’’ I sighed as I looked in my bag if I had everything with me;  paper, pen and my phone, ‘’but I’m here to do my job, same goes for you guys.’’

‘’Whatever you say y/n,’’ he chuckled, ‘’I’m heading to the dressing rooms, you coming along?’’

‘’I have to go to the restroom first, I’ll find you eventually.’’ I answered as I gave him a smile. Just as I was probably one meter away from where I was first standing, someone pulled me aside. ‘’Jesus, what the hell-‘’

‘’Y/n, calm down,’’ Roman chuckled.

‘’Oh my god, I’m sorry.’’ I covered my face with my hands, totally embarrassed. ‘’How are you doing?’’ I asked, hoping he would answer my question normally.

‘’Better now I have you for myself for a moment,’’ he murmured as he pushed me against the wall, his body pressing against mine, ‘’you thought you could just ignore me huh?’’

‘’I-I didn’t mean to…’’ I stammered, completely caught off guard.

‘’Of course you didn’t mean to,’’ his hand ran through my hair as the other found my ass, squeezing it tightly, ‘’after my match tonight, you’re coming with me to my hotel and I’ll show you what happens when you ignore me on purpose.’’ He whispered next to my ear, making me shiver.

‘’I c-can’t Roman, there’s so much I…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he pressed his soft lips against mine. I kissed him back, not wanting him to stop.

‘’I assume that’s a yes?’’

‘’I guess so,’’ I whispered, making him smile.

‘’Room 209, I’ll be waiting for you baby,’’ Roman smirked as he walked away, leaving me standing there; turned on and speechless. I took a deep breath and continued my way to the restroom.

——————-

I stood in front of Roman’s room, not knowing if I should knock on the door or not. After what must’ve been two minutes, decided to just knock. Fuck it. He opened it, looking relieved as he saw me. ‘’You came,’’ he said. I could make up a sense of disbelieve in his voice, but I wasn’t questioning it further, ‘’come in.’’ he stepped aside, making room for me to walk inside his suite. It was huge and everything looked beautiful. ‘’I can’t tell you how happy I am that you showed up.’’

‘’I didn’t really have much of a choice,’’ I chuckled as I turned around, facing him.

‘’You always have a choice,’’ he replied, closing the door behind him. ‘’The moment I realized you didn’t want to meet up kinda hurt me.’’

‘’That was not my intention, I’m sorry.’’ I said, feeling a sense of guilt flushing over me. ‘’It was not that I didn’t want to, I wanted it so bad.’’

‘’Then what stopped you?’’ He asked as he stepped closer to me and grabbed my bag, throwing it in the chair next to the queen-size bed.

‘’Thoughts.’’

‘’What thoughts?’’ Roman asked as his hands caressed my cheek, moving down to my hips.

‘’Of not being good enough for you.’’ I whispered. His eyes widened, grip on my waist tightens.

‘’Not being good enough for me? Babygirl, look at you, you’re flawless.’’ He said, making me bite down on my bottom lip. As I did, his whole body language changed, so did his eyes and facial expression. Anger, need, want, lust was what I could feel. ‘’So you thought you were getting away with this?’’

‘’With w-what?’’ I asked as he started to place sloppy kisses on the side of my neck. My whole body tensed as he continued.

‘’Ignoring me,’’ he whispered. Roman lifted me up and his lips hungrily found mine. My arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. ‘’You’re not getting away with it so easily, babygirl.’’ He angrily, but seductively said as he roughly lied me down on the bed. He got rid of his black t-shirt and towered over me. ‘’Take it all off,’’ his dark eyes burning through me, making me obey him without saying a word. While I took my clothes off, he did the same, leaving him only in his boxers. My breathing became heavier as his hand found the thin material of my panties, rubbing slowly. I let out a quiet moan, making Roman smile against my neck. ‘’You’re soaked baby, all for me?’’

‘’All for you Roman,’’ I finally spoke

‘’God you’re such a goddess,’’ he mumbled as he looked at my naked body, his eyes never left mine. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

‘’Roman please,’’ I breathed, wanting to touch me more.

‘’I want you to stay quiet, don’t say a word, or all of this will be over,’’ he whispered sternly, ‘’You understand?’’

‘’I understand.’’

‘’Good girl. Now lay still for me.’’ He started to nibble on my neck, index finger slowly circling my clit. Two fingers pushed inside of me exaggeratingly slow, making me arch my back. I gasped as he slowly picked up speed and placed sloppy kisses on my collarbone. ‘’Feels good baby?’’ He whispered. The only thing I could do was nod since he demanded me to stay quiet. He grinned against my thigh.

‘’Roman please,’’ I pleaded, breaking his rule. I just couldn’t stand staying muted any longer even though it hasn’t been that long since he asked me to.

‘’I thought I told you to stay quiet,’’ he frowned and as punishment, he slid his fingers deeper, keeping them there. I bit my lip hard, trying not to make a sound. Suddenly, I felt something wet circling my clit slowly. I looked down, finding Roman staring back at me, pure lust and hunger in his eyes. He moaned against me, vibrations almost pushing me over the edge. ‘’You’re not cumming until I say so,’’ he huffed as he pulled his fingers out of me, taking one last lick at my pussy and licked his lips as he kissed his way back up. ‘’I’ll show you what happens when you ignore me,’’ he growled as he kissed me. Desperately kissing him back, my arms wrapped around his neck. I felt the tip against my entrance but before I could savior the feeling, he roughly pushed inside of me. At this point, I didn’t care if I made a sound, it just felt too good. Roman seemed to forget about his own rule as he continued to thrust.

‘’Oh fuck Roman!’’ I cried out. He sped up, his large hands wrapped around my waist.

‘’Tell me how good I’m making you feel,’’ he breathed. The intense pleasure he was giving me, made me feel dizzy. I tried to answer him, but I couldn’t collect the words to make a proper sentence. ‘’I’m waiting,’’ he rubbed my clit fast but gentle.

‘’You’re m-making me feel s-so good oh my god,’’ I moaned into his mouth.

‘’Promise me you won’t ever ignore me again,’’ he said, looking me straight into my eyes.

‘’I p-promise,’’ I shakily said.

‘’What do you promise?’’

‘’I promise n-not to i-ignore you a-again,’’ I whimpered as he hit my g-spot.

‘’Good girl,’’ he smirked as he bit down my lower lip, making me shiver. In a split second, I was lying on my stomach, his dick buried inside of me again, hair in his tight grip. His thrust became rougher.

‘’Fucking hell Roman,’’ I let out a muffled moan as I grabbed the silky sheets.

‘’You’re fucking beautiful,’’ he grunted. ‘’Ah damn baby, that’s it.’’

‘’Roman please.’’

‘’Please what huh?’’ He knew exactly what I wanted as he stated to rub my clit again roughly. But he was passionate too; placing soft kisses on my burning shoulders, rubbing my waist. ‘’You want me to make you cum?’’

‘’Yes please,’’ I begged, ‘’Please Roman, can I cum?’’ The familiar heat began to pool in my lower abdomen. He chuckled and yanked me up by my hair, my back glued to his sweaty chest.

‘’You can cum now babygirl, let me feel you soak my dick,’’ his husky voice whispered in my ear, still rubbing my clit. My walls started to clench around him, making him groan out loud. ‘’Christ y/n you feel so good,’’ Roman moaned. As he licked my neck, I closed my eyes, moaning his name. My orgasm washed over me and if he hadn’t hold me, I would’ve collapsed. I felt him throb inside of me as he continued to thrust. ‘’Shittt,’’ he hissed as I felt him release inside of me.

——————–

‘’I’m sorry if I was too rough,’’ Roman apologized. We were lying under the covers, TV on but I don’t think either of us was actually watching.

‘’I’m sorry for ignoring you,’’ I said, looking up at him. He grinned as he wrapped his arm around me, kissing me on the head.

‘’You’re mine now y/n, there was a reason why the universe brought us together again, Our love is just too strong,’’ he quietly said, making me smile. I looked up, finding him half asleep.

‘’I’m not going anywhere Roman.’’ I kissed his lips and put my head back on his chest.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

BabyDaddy!Cal Pt. 3

A/N: I started writing this minutes after I put up chapter 3 cuz y'all get them to 100 in a day gd. The good news is I’ve mapped out what I want to happen all the way up to chapter 10, so I can write them a little quicker. I don’t have much to say this time, but yanno 100 notes and feedback for the next part. Hope you enjoy, sweet peas💕

**WARNING**: Again, nothin…I promise there will be sum smut soon


Parts: onetwothreefour, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“And you put him out?” Felix whined, throwing his head back on his shoulder.“Y/N.”

“If you think Imma be Calum’s personal fuck toy, you got me fucked up.” You rolled your eyes.“I don’t care what I feel for him, he’s not gonna just come around when he needs sex.”

“It’s probably not even like that, Y/N.” Felix argued and you shook your head, letting him know you weren’t having it.“Fine, fine.”

“So we’ve agreed on black and blue right?” Connor re-entered the room with his wedding planner book in his hand.

Since Connor was so stubborn on not paying a wedding planner, he had decided to do it all himself. He had even bought a large book to keep up with everything, along with multiple gel pens. He was as extra as he always had been.

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Competitions

Member: Suga || BTS

Genre: Smut, Romance, Comedy

Short Summary: Them having a rap battle and him getting turned on by her fierceness when she raps his AgustD.

Words: 1.5k

She was the new trainee for BigHit Entrainment after they had announced the auditions for a new girl-group that was going to debut in around 2019. She was the first to pass their audition rounds, securing herself a place as one of the trainees that was definitely going to debut.

Being put in a rapper’s position, the girl had the chance of frequently meeting the rappers of BTS, as well as occasionally chatting with their vocalists, as well seeing the members of Homme going around their business just before her daily training starts.

Consider it another spurt of luck, but since she was a hard-working woman she usually stayed up late into the night for either practicing her dancing or rap, since she knew that if she wanted to continue the so-called legacy of her sunbaes, she needed to improve a whole lot. Because of her staying in late, she had met the rapper of BTS, Suga, countless of times; so much she considered herself to be his friend. However, she never knew whether the feeling was mutual.

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Million Reasons (Part one)

A/N: It’s finally here the first part of my Montogmery series this first part is kind of and intro to the story and all that I’m really sorry that it’s so long but I really hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think of it.

Also listen to the song Love me or Leave me by little mix and Million Reasons by Lady Gaga when you read this part it fits really well. Also I am busy making a playlist on spotify that fits for this whole series.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of pregnancy, break up and sex

Montgomery De La Cruz, baseball star, jock, one of the most popular guys at liberty  high school and school bully. Y/N Y/L/N, straight A student, one of the most smartest people at liberty high and school sweetheart. How is it possible that these two people who are so different would end up being perfect for each other.

It was Friday afternoon just a few more hours and it would be spring break you were getting some books out of your locker when the one and only Montgomery De La Cruz came over to you and leaned against the locker next to yours.

“Hey Y/N.” He said with a smile.

“Uh hey Montgomery.” You said looking at him weirdly.

“So I was thinking….” He started before you interrupted him.

“Oh that’s dangerous.” You said with a little laugh.

“As I was saying before you rudely interrupted I was thinking you, me, Rosie’s diner  tomorrow.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Uh thank you but um..N-no thank you.” You said as you closed your locker.

“Great so…Wait What!?” He asked shocked and confused.

“Look I’m sorry that you’re not used to hearing no for an answer but no.” You said as you started to walk away.

You might be being a little harsh but he was always teasing and annoying you’re best friend Alex so you weren’t gonna be super nice to him.

“Wait, Wait Y/N. Why don’t you wanna go out with me?” He asked  as he stopped in front of you.

“Why? Is that even a question.” You said as you tried to get past him.

“L-look I know I’m not the nicest person and that I’m not really the type of guy that you would go out with but. I really like you and really wanna take you out.” He said as he looked into your eyes.

“If you really like me that much then why haven’t you asked me out earlier.” You said crossing your arms.

“Because I-I was scared okay.” He said looking down embarresed.

“Montgomery De La Cruz, scared to ask out a girl? Yeah I don’t believe that this is just a stupid joke.” You said trying to get past him again but was stopped by Montgomery’s hand on your shoulder.

“Look I know that is hard to believe but like I said before I’m not like the guys you usually date and I was just really scared that you would reject me. Which you did.” He said looking at you.

“Look I-I don’t know Montgomery okay….” You said looking down.

“All I am asking of you is to give me a chance, just one chance to prove to you that I am not the guy everyone thinks I am. Please Y/N.” He said taking your hand and lifting your head up so that he could look into your eyes.

You bit your lip thinking of what you should do and then just decided to give it a shot you couldn’t get hurt if you weren’t expecting it to go well right?

“Okay fin. Pick me up tomorrow at eight.” You said with a smile.

“Tomorrow at eight it is.” He said with a wide smile.

You just rolled your eyes, smiled and walked away to your next class. You walked into the classroom and took your seat next to Alex.

“So the weirdest thing just happened to me.” You said looking at him.

“Oh yeah tell me what happened?” He asked intrigued.

“Montgomery just asked me out on a date.” You said to him with a look on your face that just screamed what did just happen.

“What!? Montgomery asked you out?” He said surprised and confused.

“Yeah he did.” You said looking down at your hands.

“And what did you say?” Ales asked looking at you curious to know what you answered.

“No then yes.” You said replaying it in your head.

“Okay you really need to explain what you mean by that.” He said confused.

“I said no and then he started saying that he really liked me and stuff and then I just thought well if I don’t expect this date to go well I can’t get hurt so I took a leap and said yes.” You said with a small smile.

“Are you sure that your little thought is gonna be right?” He asked.

“Yeah I mean I know his reputation so I’m not expecting to have a relationship with him. I know how this date is gonna turn out. He’s gonna buy me foo and be an asshole and then I’ll just never call him again.” You said simply.

“Well okay then if you’ve got it all figured out.” Ales said as he leaned back into his chair.

“Don’t worry Lex I won’t get hurt.” You said smiling at him.

The rest of the day went pretty fast and soon school was over and you were getting ready for your date. You decided to put on a white dress with some nude flats with some light make up and your hair in loose curls. You were doing some finishing touches when your mom called you.

“Y/N your date is here!” She yelled from downstairs.

You were kind of scared of what your parents would think of him because your family was pretty strict and proper and well Montgomery was the total opposite.

“Okay mom I’ll be down in a minute!” You yelled back.

You looked into the mirror one last time grabbed your purse and went downstairs. When you were downstairs and in front of the door looking at Montgomery you couldn’t believe how poised he looked. He was wearing black jeans with a black dress shirt and a black leather jacket holding some flowers.

“Wow Y/N you look just absolutely beautiful.” He said looking at you in awe.

“Well you don’t look to bad yourself.” You said with a smile.

“Here these are for you.” He said as he handed you the flowers.

“Oh thank you, you really didn’t have to.” You said with a smile.

You turned around to give them to your mom and you could just see the judgment o her face you just handed her the flowers sighed and turned back around.

“Um are you ready?” He asked.

“Yep all ready to go.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back and held out his arm for you to take. You looked at him a little confused as you took his arm and laughed. He walked you to his car and opened the door for you.

“Wow such a gentleman.” You said surprised.

“Well I try.” He said with a smile.

After a few minutes of driving you arrived at Rosie’s and walked in. You went to sit at a booth and you expected him to come and sit next to you so that he could try some stupid moves on you but he actually went to sit opposite of you.

“You know Montgomery you are actually surprising me. I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.” You said with a smile.

“Well Y/N there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He said smiling back at you.

After awhile the waiter came and took your orders. You both got your food pretty fast and the date was going surprisingly well. After the two of you ate you just sat there and talked.

“So tell me Montgomery is every date you go on like this?” You asked curiously.

“Honestly no.” He said honestly.

“Well then tell me how do your usual dates go?” You asked leaning forward.

“Well mostly I go up to a girl all cocky and stuff ask her our she says yes. After school I take the girl either to Rosie’s or the Crestmont mostly she pays for her own food and stuff and when I take her to Rosie’s I sit next her and put some of my moves on and let’s be honest at the Crestmont I do that too. Basically the date usually end’s with me making out with a girl either in the back of my care or at the back of the theater. Oh and I usually don’t dress up so nicely.” He said looking at you.

“Okay and what makes me so different?” You asked confused.

“You’re just so different from any other girl I have ever met. You actually care about stuff you know all the other girl’s at our school care about is cheerleading or getting  a boyfriend. You don’t care about that stuff. And you’re so nice and helpful you would do anything to help your friends and I really like. Like I said I have liked you for a while and I really wanna make an impression on you. I really think that I could have something with you.” He said looking down not daring to look up because he just expressed all of his feelings for you.

“Monty that is so sweet. I honestly have no idea what to say right now.” You said speechless.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He said with a smile as he took your hand.

“I’m really happy I gave you a chance.” You said squeezing his hand.

“Me too.” He said with a smile.

“It’s uh getting pretty late I think I should take you home.” He said with a sad smile.

“Yeah I guess.” You said sadly.

“Come on.” He said as he stood up and held out his hand for you to take.

You took his hand and he smiled at you as the two of you walked out of the diner and walked to his car. He drove you home and walked with you to your front door.

“So…” You said awkwardly.

“So..” He said just as awkward.

“I really enjoyed our date Monty.” You said smiling at him.

“Me too.” He said with a big smile.

“So does that mean we can do this again?” He asked hopefully.

“We can definitely do this again.” You said smiling.

You both looked at each other and then slowly started to lean in. Your lips were almost touching when you’re mom interrupted you.

“Y/N you’re finally back.” Your mom said happily.

You and Monty jumped apart and both looked down. He put his hands in his pockets and walked back a little.

“Mom w-what are you doing?” You asked looking at her embarrassed.

“Well I heard you two talking so I decided to come out here to see if everything was okay.” She said looking at Monty.

“Well we’re okay mom. So you can go back inside.” You said looking at her with a hopeful look on her face.

“It’s getting kind of late honey I would rather have that you come inside.” She said with a fake sweet smile.

“Mom.” You said looking at her angrily.

“Now Y/N.” She said sternly.

“Fine. I’ll see you around Monty.” You said as you want to hug him.

“Text me.” You whispered in his ear.

“Definitely.” He whispered back and then smiled at you as you pulled away.

A few days later the two of you were just hanging out at his house you had been going out for a few days so when the two of you hang out you don’t call it dates anymore.

“I can’t believe that you Montgomery De La Cruz likes the notebook.” You said laughing you were laying on his bed as he had his arm around you.

“Look I know that it might be weird but I do I really like that movie.” He said with a laugh.

“You are so weird.” You said looking up at him.

“And you are so beautiful.” He said as he kissed your nose.

You smiled and kissed him on his lips he immediately kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist as yours went to his hair. The two of you pulled away and smiled at each other.

“Be my girlfriend.” He said smiling at you.

“What?” You said shocked and happy.

“Y/N will you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” He asked looking into your eyes and holding your hands.

“Yes of course I would love to be your girlfriend Monty.” You said smiling at him.

He smiled and hugged you close after that soon came the two of you said your first I love you’s to each other. The two of you were on a playground sitting on the swings holding each others hands.

“How is it possible that the two of us are so good together?” You asked looking at Monty who was next to you.

“What do you mean?” He asked confused.

“I mean we are two totally different people but somehow we just work together. How is that possible.” You said laughing at him.

“It’s possible because I love you.” He said smiling at you.

“Y-you w-what?” You asked shocked.

“I love you Y/N.” He said smiling at you.

“I love you so so much.” He said looking at you.

“I love you too Monty.” You said smiling at him happily.

You stood up and walked towards him and went to sit on his lap and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I love you so so so much.” You said and then kissed him.

After that day everything else just was perfect for the two of you. Your parents still didn’t really approve of your relationship but you really didn’t care. The two of you had the perfect relationship you didn’t know how it worked because the two of you were so different but somehow it just worked. Somehow in those two weeks of vacation you guys seemed to have a complete relationship and yes that also included the two of you doing ‘it’. It happened at your house you’re parents weren’t home and you had invited Monty over the two of you were just sitting on your couch watching a movie when suddenly the two of you just started to kiss. His hands were on your waist as yours where in his hair. After awhile he started kissing your neck and you brought your hands to the hem of his shirt and tugged on it he got the hint and took of his shirt.

“Maybe we should go to my room.” You said as he was still kissing your neck.

He pulled back and looked at your face shocked.

“A-are you sure?” He asked looking at you.

“Yeah.” You said as you bit your lip.

He just smiled and picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. That night was just amazing after that night you knew that he loved you. There were only a few days left of vacation and for some reason Monty kept ignoring you more and more and you didn’t understand why. You were busy getting some stuff read for school since school was gonna start in 2 days when you got a text.

Monty: Need to talk to u. NOW

Y/N: Okay meet you in 5 at our playground?

Monty: Ok

You took your phone and your jacket and you started walking to the playground. A few minutes later you got there and Monty was already waiting for you at the swings.

“Hey.” You said happily as you hugged him.

“Yeah hey.” He said as he pulled away from you.

“Why did you need to talk to me?” You asked him.

“Well spring break is almost over so I think we should break up.” He said looking down.

“W-what why?” You asked confused.

“Look what we had it was fun but it’s over now.” He said with a slight shrug.

“It was fun? Y-you said you loved me that I-I was different.” You said as tears started to form in your eyes.

“Yeah so I say a lot of things it doesn’t mean that it’s the truth.” He said.

“What happened? You were acting so different and now you suddenly start acting like the asshole jock again.” You angrily as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Yeah well I am an asshole jock I thought you knew that. Look what we had it was fun but you’re just not good enough anymore.” He said with a scoff.

You were so angry that you just slapped him across the face.

“I hate you.” You said as tears streamed down your face.

You ran away crying just cried for the rest of the time. The next day you were feeling horrible about the break up and on top of that you were throwing up a lot lately and hadn’t gotten your period yet. You were really scared because you knew what that could mean but you had to know for sure so you just quickly went to the nearest store and bought ten pregnancy tests. You took them all and all of them were positive you couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You just sat on your bed crying and crying. You were so scared and had no idea what to do so you called the only person you could trust Alex.

“A-Alex can y-you please come o-over?” You asked between sobs.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Alex asked worried.

“Just p-please come quickly.” You said still sobbing.

“I’ll be right there.” He said and then hung up.

He already knew that you and Monty broke up so he just thought that that was the reason why you were crying so much. After a few minutes he got to your house and immediately ran upstairs to your bedroom.

“Y/n What’s wrong?” He asked worried as he came to sit next to you on your bed.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

Poles Apart

taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well

warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story

“Being different isn’t a problem.”

“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

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anonymous asked:

this cat talk has got me curious: any pet hc's for the other rogues???? jervis definitely keeps rabbits and i really want croc to have something fuzzy that he can cuddle

ahhhh sorry i am publishing this so late!!! i am so behind on asks and i get a lot so some of them get lost. but honestly someone asked me this question before a looooong time ago so consider this the amended version.

eddie: a white cat so he could stroke it while talking to batman like a bond villain lmao. i answered a question earlier where i thought his cat would be an oriental longhair (that looks like this) with a very loud, attention-seeking meow. it’s one of those cats that knocks everything over. selina def gave him the cat bcos it wasn’t getting along with her other cats (it most likely had a sense of superiority haha)

harley: one-woman-animal-shelter. as well as having bud and lou, harley would take in any and all animals in need of homes, probably to the point it would get out of control… cats, dogs, birds, snakes, lizards, rabbits, bugs and so on. catch her trying to climb into the lion enclosure at the zoo to keep them company before ivy drags her ass off the fence. 

ivy: i think due to ivy’s apathy/borderline hatred of any non-plant living thing she would stay away from the furry and the scaly. she puts up with harley’s menagerie but only barely bcos at the end of the day, plants are her priority, so she probably has lots of different species of plants around her home and in her greenhouse. maybe the only exception would be pollinators: bees, butterflies, moths, hummingbirds and bats (she knows the irony.) beekeeper/save the bees ivy gives me life. 

selina: cats obviously. i feel like she has like, a core squad of cats that belong to her and that she gets the other rogues or some of her more trusted superhero friends to look after when she’s in lock-up or flying under the radar. she loves all cats tho and she is always feeding strays and saving cats from abusive owners (and probably beating up the owners as well.) 

jon: he has an affinity for crows but i’m not sure i could see him keeping one as pet just because i don’t see him keeping a bird in a cage. but he makes friends with the ones on the grounds at arkham/near his safe houses and they come land next to him and he feeds them. it makes it a lil problematic when he’s trying to lay low and it’s like batman: *sees a house with like 50 crows on the roof and in the garden* found him. this is a weird one but he might have a snake as well? he originally got it to fuck w/ some poor guy who was afraid of snakes but the snake grew on him and now it just lays across his shoulders and hisses softly when he’s trying to be intimidating. 

harvey: everyone thinks harvey is a dog person but hear me out… harvey dent and cats. specifically two cats of two different colors because he’s got to keep an aesthetic going. my reasoning is that it mellows him out esp when he’s trying not to be impulsive. like “i really wanna shoot this guy but i need him as my ally so i’m just gunna go home and stroke away the anger instead.” 

oswald: birds. everywhere. just flying wildly all over the iceberg lounge??? eddie can come but take that goddamn cat away from his precious birds. black mask comes for a meeting one time and gets pooped on.

croc: uh… idk if he would have a mammal as a pet bcos he might be prone to eat it? i’m not sure if croc stops at cannibalizing people or if he would actually eat an animal so maybe something scaly like him! or an amphibian. maybe just a frog he saw in the sewers one day. 

mr freeze: again, don’t know if he’d care about a pet but maybe something low maintenance like a cat. harley gives it to him bcos she insists he’s lonely and he only agrees to take it because she won’t leave otherwise. and at first he thinks about just giving the cat to an animal shelter but then it starts sitting on his desk while he’s doing research (but staying in its lane unlike eddie’s cat who would wreak havoc) and just kind of watches him while purring. victor ends up stroking it subconsciously while he’s mulling a problem over, so the cat gets to stay. 

joker: should not be allowed within 30 feet of an animal. ever. instead he probably has a pet rock that he drew a smiley face on that he throws at batman. 

re·al·i·za·tion

noun

The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you on a Wednesday evening while you were at the gym as per usual. School was killing you, but you were determined to stick with your workout schedule, even if it meant sleeping an hour less or watching one less episode of your current favorite kdrama. Just exactly why were you so passionate about working out?

Ding!

[7:33PM] Jeon: If you’re not here in 5 minutes then YOU owe ME all you can eat KBBQ. 

Ding! 

[7:33PM] Jeon: AND ice cream.

It was as simple as that – you just couldn’t, wouldn’t, lose this bet with Jeon Jungkook. 

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #30

Officially no longer a youngster. Get a job and get out of your parents’ basement, “weekly” rec list, for pete’s sake. Get it together.

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

A Lonely Mind by Bandity
Words:  11,292 (WIP ½)
Author’s Summary:  Lance struggles with depression, choosing to hide his problems, he starts down a dangerous road alone.
My Comments: I think I kinda freaked the author by leaving a RIDICULOUSLY long comment on this one. Go read that for my expanded thoughts. But yeah, fave of the list. You remember that post going around not long ago about how healing pods are scary? This fic takes that concept in a FABULOUS direction, and I love it to death.

Starve the Ego, Feed the Soul by Agapostemon
Words: 1,595
Author’s Summary:
“So you want me to spy for you,” Keith observes blandly. “Exactly!” Hunk nods, “Oh, and keep an eye out for food stashes. I wanna know where all my ingredients are going. ”Keith sighs, “Fine, whatever. I’ll spy for you. But only because he’s my brother and I care about him.”
My Comments: Really sweet and heart-achey exploration of Keith and Shiro’s relationship, through the scenario of Shiro hoarding food in his room.

Pizza, Pasta and some comfort by SerenePhenix
Words: 4,405
Author’s Summary: I love taylor_tut’s sickfics to death but the one that really stuck with me was the one about the college AU where Lance appeared on the gang’s doorstep and they all were like “let’s take care of this sick stranger”.I really couldn’t help myself…
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Getting Lance to stop before he can collapse Shiro wonders what can be done to help the poor guy.
Besides making sure that his temperature doesn’t go through the roof…
My Comments: Not long ago, I recced “The Pizza One” as my favorite taylor_tut fic, and here’s a nice long sequel! I love it almost as much as everyone in the fic loves Lance.

Food for Thought by WildWolf25
Words: 9,094
Author’s Summary: After a very uncomfortable breakfast his first morning in the Castle of Lions, Ulaz learns that Galra and Earthlings (and Alteans) have some very prominent cultural differences, specifically relating to food. Once they get some misunderstandings cleared up, though, Lance gets a certain idea…
My Comments: Crack alert! This is delightful. Gen, but technically NSFW for…reasons. Just read it, if you’re of age.

Stretch the Day by Stratagem
Words: 886
Author’s Summary: Lance and Hunk hang out with their siblings at a lake and have a nice day where nothing bad happens. Really!
My Comments: I’m actually reccing every fic in this series, Voltron Space Family, this one just happened to come up first in my AO3 history because I read it the most recently. But yeah, you should consume everything. This author is SUPER good at child mannerisms, as well character interaction and feels. There’s a story where Shiro is rescued after the end of Season 2 by a misfit band of space pirates including one Matt Holt, and another where the Galra kidnap Lance and Hunk’s siblings, which is heart-rending. Very, very good stuff. I’ll be following this author with eager anticipation.

Distance by nawsies
Words: 1,381
Author’s Summary: Pidge misses her Mum so much and most of the time she refuses to think about it, Lance is in the right place at the right time and wants to help his friend (he helps).
My Comments: Sweet, achey, homesick Lance and Pidge. Beautiful little fic.

Mermaid Rescue and Rehab Inc. by isabeau25
Words: 1,064
Author’s Summary: Sadly, this isn’t the strangest phone call Pidge has ever gotten from Lance. The mermaid is new though.
My Comments: MERBABY SHIRO RESCUED BY THE GARRISON TRIO. If that doesn’t make you want to read it I don’t know what will. Just go. It’s great.

Voltron Hug Collection by hufflepirate
Words: 12,761
Author’s Summary: 15 microfics, minifics, or oneshots featuring Voltron hugs. These were written based on tumblr prompts (plus 2) and to get me through finals week. Every chapter involves at least one hug, all hugs are platonic, and chapter titles will tell you the people involved and some idea of the plot or prompt, so keep an eye out for those.
My Comments: I’ve been reblogging these fics in their tumblr post form, because they are all amazing, but if you missed any, here they are all handily collected for your convenience! I intend to comment on every single chapter, just haven’t gotten to it yet.

Lionhearted by Pidgeon_Online
Words: 9,539
Author’s Summary: It’s a struggle for everyone. They’re struggling to stay afloat in the sea of stress and anxiety.And Pidge accidentally tipped the boat.or
Pidge gets sick and everyone helps while trying to juggle their own problems.
My Comments: Sick Pidge with bonus angsty Lance and supportive everyone else. A pleasure to read.

One Day at a Time by dem_hips
Words: 2,818
Author’s Summary: Being away from home at school is a little different from being away from home defending the universe, as it turns out.
My Comments: Kind, supportive Garrison Trio. They’re all so very far away from home. Another fic where Pidge and Lance level up their friendship. I love it.

Caught in the Rain by WildWolf25
Words: 3,611
Author’s Summary: “Hi, um, do you need help with your… robot car?”Pidge looked up to find a man looking down in bemusement at them. His black hair was cropped close to his head, shorter at the undercut and only slightly longer on top, save for a white-dyed tuft that fell over his forehead.
“It’s a rendition of the Mars Rover, but ‘robot car’ works too.” Pidge said. “And I’m okay, I just need to dry it off. My teammates are delayed, so I just need somewhere out of the rain to wait for them. Sorry about using your awning.” (While waiting for their robotics club members, Pidge gets caught in the rain and takes refuge in the lobby of an onsen, where they meet Shiro)
My Comments: This is such a warm, gentle, relaxing fic, much like I imagine an onsen visit to be. Love this modern version of Pidge and Shiro, with Lance being a disaster and Hunk being a suspicious mechanic, as it should be.

Heathens by TheCookieMonster77
Words: 8,785
Author’s Summary: “You…"Keith looked completely bewildered and lost at Lance’s outburst and Lance thought that that was probably the worst part of all of this. The heathen didn’t even realize his error.Keith’s face looked startlingly close to a kicked puppy. "What did I do?”“I- You-” Lance let out a muffled shriek shout of irritation. “You,” he growled, jaw clenched and teeth grinding, “just asked for pineapple. On pizza."What. An. Out. Rage.Keith blinked. ”…Yes?“Hunk is an amazing angel (like always) who figured out how to make space pizza. Lance was ready to sing his praises to the universe, but then his teammates have to go ruin everything by insisting on pineapple pizza.Heathens.
My Comments: Very fun and funny fic! I loved everyone’s different reactions.

A (Space) Mother’s Work is Never Done by BajillionKittens
Words: 2,851 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: A Mother’s Day celebration for the team mom. Six times Coran took care of his kids and one time they returned the favor.
My Comments: SO CUTE. I love the way Coran takes care of all of these children he’s suddenly stuck with. The different scenarios are all very good and fitting, and I’m looking forward to more.

Little Drops of Poison by Saereneth for BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,607
Author’s Summary: Shiro had been trying to catch up to them, clawing his way through years of separation just to feel like he was part of them once more, but sometimes it was just too much, and he had to excuse himself for a while so he could come to grips with everything he’d missed.
My Comments: @bosstoaster‘s Ten Years On AU bothers me on a very visceral level that I have trouble articulating, but this little exploration in the sandbox is lovely. I love Pidge unable to stick with her original concept and expanding into thing she finds interesting or just pretty, and the way Lance notices Shiro spiraling and subtly grounds him without being flashy is really lovely characterization. Very believable development of both of them, and Shiro is heartbreaking as always, but everyone’s going to take care of him.

Be Water, My Friend by xLoLix
Words: 8,531
Author’s Summary: So there are the quieter moments between missions, between exciting events, between the moments that matter. (The real secret are that those are the moments that matter the most.)Here are some moments between the paladins, starring Lance.Or; I air out some of my general grievances and de-stress from school by writing a fic about my favourite character.
My Comments: Really lovely exploration of Lance and his relationships. I enjoyed it.

Finding Family by squirenonny
Words: 17,214
Author’s Summary: A collection of drabbles that don’t fit neatly into the main Duality plotline. Most can be read independently of the main story, though each entry contains a note on where it fits in the timeline.Written based on prompts from readers.
My Comments: Some mild Klance and Shatt. Every single of one of these is delightful. You should just read everything this author writes. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther
Truce by kyanve
The Times They Remembered Pidge Was a Girl by MagmaWrites
The Color Of Our Planet From Far Far Away by LonelyGirlInSpace
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny  (THE GANG IS BACK TOGETHER)
Secret of the Blood by exclamation (now complete)
Garrison Days by castlestormed
Towards The Sun by Eastofthemoon
The Machinations of Perception by HapaxLegomenon
Must Surely Be Learning by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)  (now complete)
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Scattered by avidbeader
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat
Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy

Intuition {S.M}

requested// imagine from Shawn’s point of view where you are best friends with Shawn and his family says you are perfect for one another and he should do something about it

author’s note// all my imagines are going to crap idk if im gonna keep up with this page much longer

masterlist 

I loved her. I knew for a long time that I loved her, but for a good while I didn’t know if that was right. 

Okay, now before you call my crazy, just here me out. 

Haven’t you ever loved someone that you knew wasn’t the one for you? I know that sounds cringey and stupid, but you know what I’m talking about. That one person that you fell in love with, but they were so wrong for you, so unhealthy, even so mean to you, but you fell in love anyways. 

Well, I was convinced she was that for me. I thought she would never feel the same, and I thought that she would never love me the way that I loved her. I thought that she would always just see me as her best friend who was always just there. That’s what she was to me until the eighth grade, if we are being completely honest. We were at the school dance and I saw her in that cheap Macy’s dress with the beads falling off of it, and I thought she was so beautiful. She had been my best friend for like, five years, and I had never seen her like that. Now that’s the only way that I see her. 

And it’s been seven years now, I’m always on tour, and she was always with the kids she taught. She was a classroom assistant for fourth graders, she’ll be an actual teacher in a year. It’s kind of adorable. But we continue to be best friends. We continue to stay in touch even though she is in school and I’m almost never home. And I continue to harbor these absolutely disgusting feelings for her that she probably has no idea about. I’m pretty sure no one knew about them. 

The weird thing is, there weren’t even dating rumors about us. We had been seen in public together a few times, and photos surfaced, but it wasn’t ever,

“Shawn Mendes and mystery woman???????” 

Which baffled me to an extreme extent, but at the same time I’m glad. 

I’m rambling, aren’t I? 

Okay, so summary of the backstory before I get to the point:

I’ve been friends with her since third grade, been in love with her since eighth grade, she’s graduating college this year and I still haven’t told her how I feel, I do the pop star thing and we continue to be best friends, and I’m coming home for a month to take a break from tour and I’m seeing her tonight. 

Okay, let’s get on with it then!

“I’m excited to see you!” She beamed. I could tell through the phone. She was excited. I hadn’t seen her in person in six months, and I missed her more than words could say. 

“Me too!” I smiled, and I knew she could tell that I was. She just laughed a little, and I heard the line click off. I sighed and slipped the phone next to me as I placed my other hand back on the wheel. I was nervous to say the least, because I decided that seven years was long enough and tonight I would decide to tell her how I felt. 

Or maybe I wasn’t. 

I don’t know. 

But I do know who to ask. 

I pulled into my driveway, seeing the exact face I wanted to see. My sister, Aaliyah. I purposefully came home about an hour earlier than my parents get home, so I could talk to her before they got home. She sprinted to my car, waiting for it to come to a halt, and when it did, she ran over to the door waiting for me to open it, and when I did I thought she was going to cry when she jumped into my arms. 

“Shawn, oh my god!” She held on so tight as I let out a chuckle. She was happy to see me, I was guessing. I was always close with my sister. She always knew what was going on. She always knew what I was feeling, and she got it. Sometimes even when I didn’t tell her. “I missed you.” I squeezed just a little tighter, and  hoped she’d never have to let go, so I pushed the thought of having to leave soon out of my head. 

“Yeah? I missed you too kiddo, but I need your advice.” I pulled back, my sister doing the same. She smiled.

“I knew you would. Come on.” She started to go inside, and I followed her. I just left his suitcase in his truck, knowing he would be back out for it later. I walked up the familiar steps into my house, my black boots clonking on the wooden steps. “I’m pretty sure I already know too.” She mumbled, walking into the house, the scent of home washing over me. It almost hurt that I had been gone for so long. I loved this place with everything I am. I instantly walked into the kitchen, seeing that oh-so-familiar tin of blueberry muffins, grabbing one, and sitting at the bar. Aaliyah did the same, and as she sat down she let out a sigh. “What do you need my wise high school kid help with?” She bit into her muffin, obviously incredibly content. 

“Y/n…” I trailed off peeling the wrapping off of my muffin. God, I missed these. 

“You mean your future wife.” She stated non-nonchalantly. I almost choked on that muffin I shit you not. 

“What?” I coughed, trying to form words and get air into my lungs. 

“Shawn, come on. You love her. Jesus, everyone knows. It isn’t hard to tell. Even my friends know. Like seriously, you don’t hide it well. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t know.” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and it caused his stomach to drop about seven stories. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.” That was seventeen stories. 

“Really?” I choked out, not even trying to take another bite out of that muffin knowing I would probably die. 

“Yeah, really. In all honesty, you really should have gone and seen her first instead of waiting for six a clock tonight and just tell her what you’re feeling. You’ve been harboring these feelings for what? Five and a half years?” She stated, still engrossed in that muffin. 

“Actually seven but..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Pretty sure she’s at work anyways…” I knew very well she wasn’t. I was honestly just trying to think up an excuse on to why I shouldn’t go over there. 

“Fat lie. Call her, tell her you’re coming over, and then go tell her how you feel.” My sister basically demanded. All of the things that could possibly go wrong, or go right even, ran through my head at about a million miles a minute. No, more like a second. She could say no, she could say that she didn’t want to ever talk to me again since she didn’t want to have to deal with my feelings. She could laugh at me. Or, she could feel the same. She could jump into my arms and we could live happily ever after. And I’d really like to see the outcome. 

“Aaliyah, I know I just got home, but I really have to do something.” She didn’t even say a word and I knew she was fine with it. I instantly got up from the bar and walked out of the door. My courage was rushing through my veins and I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t just go away. I instantly got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. My blood was boiling over with anticipation and in that moment I was so incredibly grateful that her house was only five minutes away. Because I was pulling into her driveway before I could even give it a second thought. I took a deep breath, making sure not to think it through again before I hopped out of the car and out onto her driveway. I took long, fast strides up to her front door, and knocked. She had gotten a tiny house of her own, only one story since she hated the idea of an apartment so much. I looked at the white paint that was chipped, most likely from the previous owner. It seemed like forever and a half I was waiting until I heard that door creak open. I looked over, her long legs uncovered since she was only wearing some pajama shorts, her arms pressed against the door frame, those only covered up by a long sleeve purple t-shirt. 

“Hey, you’re early.” She laughed, and god, it was a heavenly sound. Her dark skin glowing in the early afternoon sunlight. “Wanna come in?” She asked. 

“No.” I shook my head. “I just have to say something and then I can leave or stay or whatever it is you want.” I took a deep breath again, and she nodded her head, as if telling me to get on it with already. She crossed her arms and waited. “Okay well, so like this may be creepy but i’m in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I am, and I have been for a while but I thought It’d just be better if you didn’t know but… But at this point it’s just sad and I wanted you to know I can leave now.” I instantly grew embarrassed and started to turn away, but I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around. 

“God, it took you long enough. I’ve only been waiting for you to tell me since what? Ninth grade?” She bit her lip and smiled at me. 

“Eighth grade, actually.”

author’s note// OH MY G O D ITS GROSS I HATE IT WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ANYMORE I NEED TO DIE NOT WRITE also i made the y/n a poc cause freaking every imagine is a white hoe and its sickening. cant wait to get triggered messages even tho theres literally oNE sentence about her being a poc!!!!! bye!!!

somewhere in between - one

September 2011

“What? Haven’t heard of chill?” She yelled over the loud music directly into his ear. “No need to act like a high-strung Chihuahua on stage.”

“No one else complained.” Harry defended himself with a smirk and a kinked brow.

“I don’t know why they wouldn’t. I’ll place the first one now.” She patted him on the shoulder, then his face fell and she couldn’t keep it up - Lenny never didn’t have a hard time keeping up a joke. “I’m just kidding, Harry. It was actually -”

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