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Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Chapter one.

He sits in the back of the classroom with his head on the table and his eyes closed, chocolate curls dancing along his forehead and plump lips curled into the most beautiful frown. Nobody knows why he’s here, or where he’s come from, just that he smokes expensive cigarettes and smells like an adult’s cologne. Sixteen-year-old Richie Tozier has not spoken a word to anybody in the eleventh grade since the first day he arrived—December seventh, Eddie would never forget it.

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The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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Tom Holland X Reader

A/N: It’s your time of the month and Tom is planning on coming to see you, even though you told him that he doesn’t have to.

Warning: Fluff, cursing

You woke up this morning with the sun shinning through your curtains. It was a perfect day! You knew that Tom was finishing up his new film and promised that he was going to come over to see you and take you out to dinner. It was around 11:35 when you unlocked your phone. 

As you rolled out of bed, your stomach began to cramp causing you to bend over in pain. 

“Oh shit,” you swore, noticing spots of blood on your bed sheets. 

You rushed to the bathroom to grab some necessities and took some Advil, then returned to your bedroom to take off your bed sheets so you could wash them. 

Luckily, you had clean bed sheet in you linen closet that you could put on your bed while your original sheets were being washed. 

“Just what I needed,” you mumbled to yourself as you were putting the new sheets onto you bed.

After throwing the dirty sheets into the washer and making your bed, you texted Tom who was most likely still working, “Hey, you don’t have to come over tonight, my stomach hurts.”

As you sent Tom the text, you threw your phone onto your bed and started to draw yourself a warm bath. 

Taking warm baths always helped ease your cramping and usually helped you relax. You haven’t been able to see Tom for more than an hour in about two months due to his film and your school work. It stresses you out not being with him because you care for him so much, and you know that if Tom and you were to ever split up, you would be devastated.

The thought of you and him breaking up has been weighing on your mind since you barely get to see each other and the fact that your relationship is only known by a small group of people. As much as you want to tell the world about you and Tom’s relationship, you know that it would be too hard for the both of you. 

When your thoughts became overwhelming, you took a deep breath and submerged yourself under the water. Feeling weightless, you cramps slowly subsided and you began to wash your hair and face.

After your bath, you wrapped yourself up in a towel and walked into your bedroom to check your phone. Tom responded, “I want to come over! What’s wrong, love?”

You replied, “…” This was a your way of telling him that you started your period instead of actually telling him because you knew it made him uncomfortable. 

Tightening the towel around yourself, you opened your Spotify account and pressed shuffle on one of your playlists. You walked back into your bathroom to grab a pair of pajama pants and a long sleeve tshirt out of the closet. Peaches by In The Valley Below was playing off your phone as you put on your clothes and wrapped your head up in the towel to help dry your hair. 

After brushing out your tangled hair, you climbed back into bed and turned on your Apple TV to watch some movies on Netflix. Ella Enchanted was finally on there so you pressed play and bundled yourself up with blankets and pillows. 

You felt your eyes grow heavier as your body began to adjust to your comfortable new sheets. Growing sleepier by the minute, your phone began to vibrate causing you to jump. You searched for your phone through the maze of blankets and pillows until you finally found it. The vibrating had stopped.

Missed facetime call from Tommy Bo

You sighed. Fixing your messy hair, you swiped the notification away and called him back.

“Hey darling, I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I just finished things up here and I will be on my way soon. Want me to pick you up anything?” Tom looked so good right now and all you could think about is how you probably looked like a truck had hit you. 

“You’re so sweet, but you don’t have to. I am just sitting in bed watching Netflix. You really don’t have to come over, you know? I just want to stay in bed and you should go out and celebrate with your friends tonight.”

Tom shook his head, “(Y/N), I want to be with you tonight. I can celebrate tomorrow. I’m going to the pharmacy to put up a few things anyway, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’m fine. Thank you though,” you said, even though you desperately wanted a chocolate bar and some ice cream. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight? You have worked so hard and you deserve a night out. I won’t be upset if you do.”

“I worked so hard so that I could see you more, silly. Why wouldn’t I want to come see you?” Tom questioned. You could see that he was getting to the back of a car and that made you happy because you knew he was finally on his way to see you.

“I want you to come, but not when I’m like this,” you confessed. You heard another boys voice in the background, “Who’s with you?”

“Harrison. He’s coming over too. Hope that’s ok,” Tom shifted the phone to show Harrison’s face. Harrison is one of the very select few who knew about me and Tom.

“Congrats on not being pregnant,” Harrison joked. 

Tom started laughing along with Harrison, you wanted to laugh but your stomach was starting to cramp again so you weren’t in the mood.

“Very funny, Harrison,” you smiled at the boys laughing. “When will you be here?”

“45 minutes probably,” Tom said, running his fingers through his hair.

“Ok! Well, I will be in my room most likely so you can just let yourselves in and just come upstairs.”

“Ok, love. See you in a bit,” Tom smiled before ending the call.

You rested your head against your headboard and continued to watch the movie.

After a while, you heard the front door shut and foot steps marching up the stairs.

“Hey,” you heard Tom whisper, slowly opening the bedroom room. He’s so cute when he’s like this. “I brought you some gelato, some Reeces, some tea, and a cheese burger for ya.”

Tom set the bag of treats on your bedside table, “You know me so well.” You sat up as he leaned in to give you a soft passionate kiss on your lips. 

When your lips detached, you bit your lip. You missed him so much and gave him a hug.

Harrison, who sat on the end on the bed let out a slight cough, causing you and Tom to look at him.

“How are you, (Y/N)! Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I know! It’s been a quick minutes hasn’t it?” 

Tom walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to you, “Got enough blankets?”

“No, I could use a few more,” you smiled, looking at Tom’s sweet face.

“You’re so odd. I’ve missed you.” Tom rolled over closer to me and rested his head on a pillow with one arm behind his neck and the other reaching for my hand.

“Missed you too,” you said, grabbing his hand. Harrison looked back at us and decided to join in on the party.

“What about me?” Harrison pouted, taking off his shoes before body slamming onto Tom.

“I missed you too, Harrison.”

“So, what are we watching?” Tom said, pushing Harrison off of him.

“You can choose. I don’t care,” I said, handing Tom the remote.

“Sons of Anarchy?” Tom grinned.

“If you want,” I shrugged, looking at him.

“I’m not in the mood for that.” Tom was such a bad liar. You knew that was his favorite show and was only saying that so that you wouldn’t have to watch it.

Tom continued searching, “Hmmm… how about we look at Starz? Netflix doesn’t have a good enough selection.”

He scrolled through the options and stopped on Surfs Up, “This used to be my favorite movie! We have to watch it!”

“Sounds good to me,” I agreed.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Harrison said.

As the movie began to start, you reached for you bottle of water and your cheese burger. You were so hungry.

After quickly eating your burger, you reached down to get the heating bad that was next to your bed. You set it on your stomach and turned it on.

“You ok?” Tom questioned.

“Yeah, fine.”

You readjusted yourself and rested your head onto Tom’s chest. His body heat and the heating pad were perfect. Tom rubbed your back, making you tired. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

You knew Harrison was already asleep from his heavy breathing.

Tom stopped rubbing your back for a moment, you lifted yourself off of his chest and then rested your head onto the pillow next to his and closed your eyes again. Tom proceeded to turn on Sons of Anarchy and then rested his hand on the sheets the covered your thigh. 

You felt his hand drift from the top of the sheets to under the covers and onto your thighs skin. This gave you goosebumps.

“Are you cold,” Tom asked.

You kept your eyes closed and nodded your head.

“How? I’m sweating,” Tom said.

You just shrugged. Tom then moved closer to you and wrapped you in his arms and kissed your forehead.

After a while, Tom assumed you were asleep and sighed before he whisper, “Beautiful.”

You tried to hide your smile and just dug your face into his chest.

“I love you so much,” Tom whispered again.

You lifted your face out from his chest to see Tom’s cheeks red. 

“I thought you were asleep,” he confessed.

You just smiled and ignored him, “I love you so much more, Tom.”

You leaned up to kiss Tom. One hand was resting on your back, while the other was on your cheek.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Tom said, before pressing his lips against yours and holding you close to him. “I want to tell people about us,” Tom said.

“Really?” 

“I’ve been thinking about it and I think this will allow us to see each other more. We won’t have to sneak around and plan out when we are going to see each other,” Tom confessed.

“I completely agree, but don’t you think that telling people about us would make things complicated as well?”

“Yeah, but what’s a relationship without complications?”

“I guess,”

“We don’t have to if you don’t-”

You interrupted him,“I want to! I really want to!” 

Tom smiled before kissing you again. You rested your head back on his chest and wrapped your arms around his body, giving him a slight squeeze.

Before you knew it, you were falling asleep and so was Tom. Harrison on the other hand was waking up and looked back at the both of you together. He smiled and then took a picture of you.

“Precious,” Harrison said, before rolling back over to go back to sleep.

When Fire Meets Fire

Chapter 1: Spark

A/N: This is chapter 1 from a new fic I’ll be doing once the empathy series is finished! Let me know what you think! I’m really excited for this one. I don’t know how many chapters it will be, but it should be a wild ride! So, without further ado, here’s chapter one of “When Fire Meets Fire!”

Synposis: When Earth is deemed unsafe for you by Thor and Odin, you’re subject to reside in Asgard while your planet picks up the pieces from a recent attack. Although you are promised safety in Asgard, a threat still looms over your head as something more sinister is on its way. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you are forced to live in close proximity to the God of Mischief, Loki. Still burned by an old flame that was abruptly blown out, you hoped that he would have forgotten about you by now. From the moment you entered the realm, however, he seems to have taken an interest in making your life a living hell. You hate him with a burning passion, but what happens when fire meets fire?

Warnings: Smut, dom!Loki, violence, death, past heartbreak, betrayal (more warnings might be added later on)

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“Harry! Can we get a picture?” Harry turned at the sound of his name being called out, a smile immediately gracing his features before he was giving the group of fans a quick nod. He had just finished dinner and was waiting for his ride, so taking a couple pictures and signing some posters wouldn’t hurt during the wait. Although he wasn’t a fan of the term ‘famous’, he would never admit to the fact that he actually quite liked it when everyone paid attention to him. He loved watching fans’ eyes light up when they see him walk out from somewhere, he loved how excited they get when he’d give them a little wave or a simple ‘hello!’ - He loved it all! And-

“Oi, you better not abandon me while I’m wearing these heels! I can barely walk in these stupid things…” You cursed to yourself, placing your hand on the bellboys’ shoulder so that you wouldn’t fall over. (You thanked the bellboy afterward, obviously. You weren’t a monster.) You let out a sigh of relief once you managed to pull your stilettos off, tucking the shoes underneath your arms before padding towards Harry. 

“Y/N! Can I get a selfie??” 

“Y/N, love your dress!” Your lips tugged up in a wide grin at the enthusiastic greetings from the fans: What could you say? They loved you! “You seriously need to share a brow tutorial.” 

“Unfortunately I don’t do my own makeup! If I tried filling in my brows they’d look like two furry caterpillars.” You joked, quickly signing your name on a fan’s hand. “By the way, your highlighter is popping.”

“It’s from Colourpop!” 

“Thank goodness for affordable makeup, am I right?” 

“Y/N, can we get a picture too??” 

“Of course!” You laughed lightly, handing your purse and your heels over to Harry with a teasing smile. He told you one time how it kind of bothered him that the fans seemed to like you more than him, and whenever the opportunity appeared you’d take full advantage of it. “You’ll hold my things for me while I snap a couple pictures with the fans, won’t you?” You asked sweetly, Harry’s brows knitting together in frustration before he grabbed your things from your grip. 

“You’re a brat, you know that?” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes lightly. You planted a kiss on his cheek before patting his face gently. 

“No need to be rude just because your fans love me more than you.” You shrugged, quickly moving into position for the photo. 

“Oh, Harry!” Harry perked up when one of the fans called for him, the smile returning to his face. “Can you take the picture for us?” 

Yep. You were definitely everyone’s favorite. 

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Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Talk to me Baby

Summary: The reader has feelings for Jughead, but is too afraid to act on them. Archie and Betty push the reader to do something about it, especially when the drive in has it’s “closing for good” premiere. The reader soon learns that in Riverdale, anything is possible. 

Word count: 5473

Author’s note: Okay Jughead might just be my favorite character to write and my mind is flooding with more ideas! Get ready for smut, but when you’re reading my stuff thats kinda a no brainer;) As always, tell me what you think!

You were sitting at a lunch table with Betty and Archie trying to make it through another pointless day of school. School seemed like the least important thing when a fellow classmate had just been murdered and nearly everyone in this town was hiding something.

Suddenly Jughead stormed over to you guys with a paper in hand. He slammed it down onto the table getting everyone’s attention, “ They’re shutting down the drive in! Just when I thought Riverdale still had some redeeming qualities they’re shutting down the one thing with actual character in this damn town!”.

Betty put her hands up in a calming manner, “ Woah Juggy….explain”. You slid the paper closer to you and Archie as you read the article. Jughead continued, “ Read it and weap; Twilight Drive-In Will No Longer Twinkle”.

Archie giggled, “ It is creative Jug, you gotta at least give em that”.  Jughead was still fuming and you hated yourself for thinking it but damn he looked good angry. He hovered over the table, “ They don’t understand how important the drive in is!! It’s a beacon of hope is this otherwise poorly lit town!”.

Reading the article aloud you said, “ Twilight Drive-In bought by anonymous buyer, and soon to be torn down immediately after one last showing”. This added to the list of mysterious things that were currently happening in Riverdale.

Betty smiled, “ Well hey at least we can hang out there one more time! We should all go together, I’ll ask Kevin and Veronica to come!”. Jughead sat down taking his beanie off and running his hands through his hair, obviously stressed.

Groaning he said, “ I know Betty but I just hate that there even has to be a last time, it seems like everything good in this town is going to die along with Jason”. For a moment no one knew how to reply to that, it seemed like things were falling apart.

You took a breath in, “ Look Jughead it fucking sucks that the drive in is going to be taken away from us but two things; One- that doesn’t mean we won’t have a place to hangout we can use Archie’s garage and watch movies!”.

Jughead picked up his head to actually listen to you so you continued, “ Two, if you’re especially angsty the entire time you’re not even going to enjoy saying bye”. Betty nodded her head agreeing with what you’d said.

He placed his beanie on his head again, “ Fine (y/n) you’re right but isn’t our most important inalienable right as Americans the right to complain?”. You rolled your eyes and watched the smirk appear across his face.

Archie added, “ She’s right Juggy we can use a projector and white sheet and boom my garage is a mini drive in!”. Betty explained that she could provide both of those things, and reassured him that by no means was it a true end.

He shook his head, “ Alright guys consider me cheered up, BUT we all have to go to the drive in together to send it off the right way”. Of course you all agreed and it was a plan. He added, “ And (y/n) you better be there suffering with me”. Betty got up, “ Alright Jughead why don’t we write our own take on this all?”.

Jughead got up, “ Welcome to your tape anonymous buyer”. They both got up and went to go write for the Blue and Gold, leaving you and Archie alone. You moved so you were now sitting across from him.

He grinned, “ So I guess that’s a date huh?”. You felt a blush creep over your face but still wanted to remain casual, “ What’s a date?”. You knew he was talking about what Jughead had said but you didn’t want to make more out of it.

You really liked Jughead but you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same way. That was an understatement, you were madly in love with him. You’d never met anyone like him before, and you knew noone else could ever compare. Archie rolled his eyes, “ Come on (y/n) why do you always deny things”.

Sighing you explained, “ It was just a comment Archie not an invitation-”. You realized how bad your wording had been when he wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Archie smirked, “ What exactly do you want an invitation for (y/n)?”.

Trying to ignore how red you were you said, “ Shut up Archie we can’t all be confident football captains who are simultaneously rockstars”. Archie always insisted that you were just in your own head but it was hard for you to be confident.

He sighed, “ You’re my bestfriend (y/n) and I’m telling you that you have no reason to be insecure! I know Jughead pretty well by now and he likes you”. No matter what he’d say you’d never be able to believe him.

The bell rang but he held up a finger, “ Tonight you’re finally acting on your feelings because I’m not going to be so silent of a wingman anymore!”. Shaking your head you agreed, hoping it would end this topic of conversation.

As you walked to class together Archie winked, “ Who knows maybe you’ll see him in nothing but that stupid beanie of his”. Laughing you hit him in the arm, he always knew how to cheer you up.

You parted ways as Archie went to geometry and you went to your independent study; aka a free period where you pretended to write for the Blue and Gold with Betty. When you walked in Betty was so preoccupied she didn’t even notice you.

Sitting down next to her you asked, “ What’s wrong Betty?”. She was typing away, but seemed completely stressed out.

Looking up from the screen she replied, “Where do I begin? My parents are fighting, Polly won’t come home, I have to write for my parents news paper, edit my article, AND interview Jughead about the Drive- In!”.

Betty got a look on her face and you knew you were in for it, “ Unless you interview Jughead for me tonight!!”. You shook your head but she’d already taken both your hands in hers, she was way too excited.

She nearly screamed, “ This is perfect! Now you have an excuse to be alone with Jughead and you’ll actually be doing something for this class!”. She’d set her mind to something and there was no changing that.

Reluctantly you agreed, “ Fine, but don’t get your hopes up Betty”. She nodded her head and beamed with excitement. Between her and Archie you never heard the end of it, they SWORE Jughead liked you.

Betty clapped her hands, “ Okay the show is at six tonight, come to my house around five to get ready and we’ll go together!”. You nodded your head and felt the butterflies in your stomach thinking about what tonight could bring.

For the rest of the period you helped Betty edit her article, and gave her advice about the other five-hundred topics that were stressing her out. Betty had been a close friend of yours for a long time and any chance you could repay her for how much she’s helped you you’d take.

Before you knew it the bell rang which meant school was over and you were closer to your “date” with Jughead. Walking out of the room Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s the night (y/n)”. How happy she was for you made you smile.

Archie caught back up with you, “ Tonight’s the night?”. You automatically rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face. Walking out of school you replied, “ Betty’s making me interview Jughead tonight so we’ll be alone”.

Pushing open the door for you he whistled, “ Tonight is the night then”. You stopped in your tracks, you’d had enough of the teasing today. Archie put his hands up defensively, “ I’m just happy for you (y/n), I want something to happen because I know you want it”.

You couldn’t be angry for that, “ All right Arch, just tone it down with the teasing?”. He nodded his head and continued to walk you home. Archie was neighbors with Betty, and they both lived down the street from you.

Betty would’ve walked with you but she went right to her parents paper. You were on your street when Archie asked, “ You trust me right (y/n)”. It seemed like such a pointless question so just told him yes.

He continued, “ Then why do you think I’m always setting you up for failure when I tell you to go for Jughead?”. You weren’t expecting it to be that deep of a question and you didn’t know what to say for a moment.

You answered honestly, “ It’s because I can’t see someone feeling that way about me Archie…”. He turned around to face you, making you stop in your tracks. Archie raised an eyebrow, “ You’re kidding right?”.

You avoided his gaze and he knew you were serious. He placed a hand on your shoulder, “ I love you so much (y/n) and I just wish you could see what I see….what EVERYONE sees! You deserve to be happy because you make so many people happy! You’re one of the reasons this town doesn’t completely suck!”.

You couldn’t help but smile, you knew he was being sincere. He smiled too, “ See there it is, that contagious happiness! And no one needs that more that Jughead, he’s happier when you’re around (y/n)”.

Archie never really got this emotional often, which is why it was so different this time. You actually started to believe him, “ Alright Arch I believe you I just have to keep repeating what you’re saying when I’m insecure”.

He placed a hand over his chest, “ Thank god, I was starting to feel like Betty and that is a lot to handle”. You both started to laugh as you continued to walk home. Smiling to yourself you realized how lucky you were to have the friends you did.

They were such great people and if they saw something in you than damn straight you should also see it. You reached Archie’s house, “ Alright (y/n) remember, tonight is mission finally getting the happiness you deserve”.

You saluted him, “ Alright Sergeant Andrews, mission accepted”. He shook his head laughing, “ Fuck you really are perfect for Jughead”. With that he closed his door, leaving you to finish walking home.

It was another minute walk at the most until you got to your house. You walked through your front door and went right to your room, plopping down onto your bed. Looking at your phone you realized it was already four which meant you had an hour to kill.

You also saw that you’d gotten a text from Jughead that read, “ You better not flake tonight, it takes two to drown in misery”. Smiling to yourself Jughead filled your thoughts again, thinking about him made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Replying you said, “ I thought it took two to tango…mixing your metaphors Juggy how irresponsible”. After sending the text you placed your phone down, and did what ever you could to kill your remaining hour.

Jughead smiled when he read your text, you always knew how to make him laugh. He picked his head up from his phone when Archie threw a pillow at him, obviously wanting his attention. Archie teased, “ You’re texting her aren’t you?”.

Jughead threw the pillow back, “ You’ll need a search warrant to go any further Arch”. Jughead of course was just kidding, he had no problem talking about you to him. Archie laughed, “ I don’t need anything to know when she texts you, it says it all right on your face”.

Jughead laughed, “ I’m that easy to read huh? I guess I’ve been perfecting my “nothing to hide here” face for no reason”.  Archie laughed while moving to the edge of his bed, and Jughead knew he was in for a talk.

Jughead spoke first, “ Don’t worry Archie I know how the birds and bees work”. Archie rolled his eyes, sometimes Jughead just complicated things. He got serious, “ Look Juggy tonight really is special”.

Jughead smiled, “ Why exactly is tonight special Archie?”. He was playing dumb, he knew it had something to do with you but he wanted to see what Archie would say. Archie continued, “ If you want to make a move do it tonight Jug”.

Jughead laughed, “ Seriously Archie?”. He’d gotten super serious over something as simple as (y/n)? Archie held up a finger, “ Jughead you’re taking two long! I know how much you care about her but it’s about time you show her!”.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, “ What should I say, Hey (y/n) could you pass me the popcorn oh and by the way I love you?”. Archie’s jaw dropped, did Jughead just say he was in love with you? Jughead put his hands up, “ No nope don’t go making a big deal out of-”.

It was too late Archie was already standing up, “ Fuck Juggy I knew you liked her but I didn’t know you loved her!”. Jughead didn’t know how to act or even how to respond. He shook his head, “ I love (y/n) okay? I Jughead Jones am in love and by god if you-”.

Archie was smiling like a madman, “ Jug I’m not going to make fun of you, now I’m going to judge you even more if you don’t make a move”. Now Jughead was stressed out again and Archie could tell.

Jughead was pacing, “ It’s just scary okay? I ALWAYS know what to say but when it comes to that?”. Archie couldn’t help but laugh, it wasn’t often that Jughead Jones couldn’t find the words.

Archie intervened, “ Why not let your body talk for you?”. Jughead tilted his head to the side and gave him a classic, “ what the hell Arch” look. Archie laughed, “ Just a joke Jughead, just a joke”.

Jughead wasn’t amused, “ We can’t all be James Deans and Archie Andrews!”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ But you’re more than enough for her Jug, god you two are both so insecure towards the other”.

Archie continued, “ She’s too scared to say it Jughead but I think she loves you too”. Jughead couldn’t help but smile, he never thought you’d feel that way. He smiled, “ Alright Archie don’t worry I know this was enough bromance for you we can go back to talking about….sports…”.

Archie smiled back, “ Sure because we talk about sports all the time Juggy”. They both laughed feeling completely content with the way things were going. They’d never admit it but it felt good to be able to talk about emotional stuff with the other, a brotherhood they never thought they’d get.

You had about five minutes to spare but you’d picked out the perfect outfit. It was a black t-shirt dress with white hightop converse, you felt confident but casual. Anyways you knew Betty would insist on doing your makeup and hair.

Grabbing both your purse and makeup bag you headed towards Betty’s house. Looking at your phone you saw it was ten minutes past five o’clock, and you texted Betty to let her know you were downstairs.

It took her two seconds to rush down the stairs and greet you, “ Come on in (y/n), also that’s a really cute outfit!”. She took your hand and lead you upstairs to her room where you both could finish getting ready.

She had her outfit laid out on her bed, light blue jeans with a yellow blouse and ballerina flats. You smiled, “ I like what you have planned to wear Betty it’s super cute!”.You weren’t facing her so you couldn’t see what she was doing.

Betty had walked to her window where she saw Archie and they both winked at each other, their plan coming together.  They each gave a thumbs up before closing their blinds and continuing with their plan.

Their plan was to make sure that both you and Jughead finally made a move tonight, and to do this they talked you both up. Betty and Archie just wanted to see their best friends happy together, because they knew that’s what you both wanted.

Turning around Betty smiled, “ Aww thanks (y/n)! How are you feeling about tonight, any better?”. Smiling to yourself you couldn’t help but think about how this was the 100th time you’d have to talk about “tonight”.

You replied, “ Better actually after talking with Archie, I’m still nervous but not as nervous as I was”. Betty didn’t know whether to be happy Archie had gotten through to you or jealous that she hadn’t first.

She was glad regardless, “ Really? I’m surprised, but of course still extremely happy! Now are you actually going to make a move?”. Rolling your eyes you didn’t know how much more Jughead talk you could take.

You explained, “ Yes, whatever happens will happen okay? The first thing I say to him isn’t going to be, “ So what do you think about the drive in closing oh and by the way I love you”.

Betty clapped her hands together, “ Love?!!! Oh my god (y/n) LOVE I didn’t think it was this serious oh my god you’re in love…my bestfriend is in love…with my other best friend!!”. Betty was like a snowball rolling down a hill getting bigger and bigger until it explodes.

Going over to her you put your hands on her shoulders, “ Betty calm down…it’s just a word okay?”. You wanted to downplay the whole thing when in reality you knew it was much more than just a word.

She raised an eyebrow, “ Just a word? Do you think that’s just a word to Jughead or-”. You had to cut her off before this spiraled, “ I don’t even want to think about how he’d take things okay? We’re getting WAY ahead of ourselves here like I’m pretty sure you’re hearing church bells”.

Betty started to laugh, “ Okay okay I’m sorry it just makes me so happy because I know how much he cares about you…and to hear you love him! Things couldn’t be more perfect!”. She’d calmed down by now and you were eager to just get the night started and end all this build up.

You smiled, “ Okay good, now how about you help me finish getting ready?”. Betty’s grin returned and she nodded her head. She sat you down in her chair and started to do your makeup, a simple look but with a red lip.

After she was done with your makeup she just looked at you in awe, “ You look so beautiful (y/n)”. Smiling you thanked her, and she then started your hair. Betty did loose curls and it was your favorite look.

When she was finally done you turned around and hugged her, “ Betty I love it, this just boosted my confidence by a thousand!”. She just beamed with happiness as she hugged you back, Betty was just thrilled she could help.

Looking at your phone you realized that it was now time to leave if you wanted to get to the drive in on time. As Betty lead you down the stairs you could see her excitement for tonight growing.

Getting into Betty’s car she laughed, “ You know I’ve been so preoccupied I don’t even know what movie they’re playing”. Laughing you realized you had no idea either. You added, “This is going to be a great article when the last thing I’ve been thinking about is the drive in”.

Within ten minutes you guys arrived at the drive-in and were greeted by both Archie and Jughead. Looking Jughead over you realized how good he looked, he was wearing a black tee with a flannel, back jeans, converse, and of course a beanie.

Somehow you’d both managed to match and you knew Betty was telling herself, “ More proof they’re soulmates”. Jughead looked you over and smiled, “ I can’t place my finger on it but for some reason I really like your style (y/n)”.

He of course was pointing out how similar you both looked, “ Great minds think alike Juggy, and I’m the greatest”. If you’d have looked at Archie and Betty you would’ve seen how happy they were to see you guys flirt.

Betty intervened, “ I guess you should start the interview and Archie and I will find the others”. She couldn’t have been more obvious, but at this point both you and Jughead didn’t mind.

Jughead extended a hand, “ Adventure awaits (y/n), and with it the most astonishing article to ever meet the Blue and Gold”. Betty laughed and made Archie follow her to the concession stand.

Taking his hand you replied, “ Well then who am I to stop such a monumental moment in high school journalism history”. The second you held Jughead’s hand it send shivers down your spine, and it was only the slightest touch.

Jughead lead you to where, “ The magic happens” as he would like to say. Looking around the room you saw the old movie reel, a bunch of old posters, and a small couch. You smiled, “ So what movie are we watching tonight?”.

He clicked his tongue to fake scold you, “ Not even knowing the movie I’ll be showing tonight? That’s just irresponsible interviewing there (y/n)”. You instantly laughed knowing he was just teasing you, and it felt good to see him smile.

After a moment he told you the truth, “ I decided to go soft and select “ It’s a wonderful life” because it’s a classic love story”. You raised an eyebrow, you didn’t expect him to go that route.

You’d never see the movie before, “ What is it about Juggy?”. By now you were standing in front of the movie reel, wanting to know how it worked. You were surprised when you felt him stand behind you and put his hands over yours.

Turning your head your face was inches from his, “ Why don’t I explain it to you while I show you how this works”. You felt his hot breath against your ear and which caused your mind to drift.

All you managed to do was nod your head, the anticipation getting to you.  As he guided your hands over the machine he spoke softly into your ear, “ It’s about a man who wishes he was never born and then an angel comes along to make it true-”.

You turned around to face him, concerned about how much he might relate to the movie. His body was still pressed against yours as you asked, “ Why does he wish he’d never been born?”.

Jughead smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek, “ Doesn’t matter (y/n) because he soon learns how lucky he is…and he falls in love”. You started to realize how much more this movie choice represented.

You placed a hand on his chest, “ Falls in love?” your voice was obviously shaky. Jughead licked his lips, “ He learned the true impact he had on those around him and finally went for what he wanted”.

Instinctively you leaned your head forward and Jughead leaned in as well. Jughead crashed his lips against yours, months of angst finally fizzling away. To your surprise he lifted you up and moved you towards the couch.

He slowly fell onto the couch and kept you on top of him so you were straddling him. As he kissed your neck you jokingly asked, “ What about the interview Juggy?”. To answer you he sucked your skin, causing you to groan.

He kissed his way up your neck until his lips grazed your ear, “ The only words I want to hear are you telling me exactly how to make that pretty little pussy of yours cum”. You nearly gasped, you’d never have expected Jughead to talk like that.

Dirty talk was a huge turn on for you and to know Jughead Jones loved it too, well fuck maybe you were soul mates. Smirking you replied, “ Keep talking like that and we’ll get there soon enough”.

You felt him smile against your skin and you thought you’d melt right then and there. His hands slid up your legs, bringing the hem of your dress with them. Jughead rested his hands on your hips, he wanted you so badly but he didn’t want to rush things.

Smirking you pulled your dress over your head as you took if off completely, “ Finally go for what you want Jug”. You hinted to what he’d said about the movie earlier, wanting him to know you felt the same way without flat out saying it.

As a response he took off his own shirt and then collided his lips with yours. His hands roamed all over your body, he didn’t know what he was searching for. Truth be told he wanted to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming, slumped over his computer.

You started to undo his pants and slide them down his body, barely any layers left separating you. Jughead kissed from your lips down your neck, and stopped at the valley of your chest.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back as he undid your bra slowly letting it fall off. The second your bra hit the ground your nipples became erect because of the cold air. Jughead moved his lips to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it.

Moaning you encouraged him, “ Shit Jug that feels so good”. With that he started to suck, and massasged your other breast with his hand. Jugheads tongue felt so good on your sensitive nipples and you felt yourself getter wetter and wetter.

Subconsciously you started to grind your hips against him, needing more. Jughead groaned, “ Such a tease baby”. Hearing him call you a pet name turned you on even more so you ran your hands through his hair.

He moaned, “ How do you know all the little things that turn me on (y/n)?”. You just shook your head licking your lips, eager for what would happen next. He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Talk to me baby”.

Resting both hands on his bare chest you answered, “ I need you Jughead, make me yours”. Waiting for his answer you grind yourself against him again, and felt his member press against you.

He just shakes his head with a smile on his face, “ Those are the only words I’ve wanted to hear my entire life (y/n)”. Jughead kissed you again, this time the kiss was extremely needy. With his hands he helped slide down your panties until you shifted to take them off.

It was your turn to whisper in his ear, “ I believe the saying is an eye for a eye”. Getting the hint he took off his own underwear, and you licked your lips taking him in. Jughead was bigger than you’d thought, but there was no complaining.

He shook his head, “ Fuck you’re perfect for me”. You slid off Jughead’s lap and kneeled before him, your face inches away from his erection. Looking up to him you saw how lust blown his pupils were, and when you slowly licked up his shaft his eyes opened wide.

When you got to the tip you swirled your tongue around, “ Talk to me baby”. If Jughead weren’t so insanely turned on he would’ve made a comment about you mocking him. He shakily said, “ I want you to taste me”.

Smirking you kissed back down his shaft, sucking when you got to his balls. Jughead moaned, it was like you knew exactly where to touch him. Grinning you asked, “ Does that feel good Juggy?”.

He bit his lip, you were really asking for it now, “ That feels so fucking good you little tease”. Smiling you continued, flicking your tongue over his tip tasting the precum. Feeling confidant you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, while holding eye contact.

Jughead watched you, he never thought he could be this turned on. You started to bob your head up and down, picking up speed. He threw his head back, “ Oh god (y/n)”. With your free hand you massaged his balls, wanting to throw him over the edge.

You continued sucking, shifting from going fast to going slow, and stayed like that for a couple minutes. It was so beautiful to know how good you were making him feel, and such a turn on to know he was watching you nearly mesmerized.

Jughead groaned, “ Keep looking at me like that and this is all going to be over soon” and with that he picked you back up so you were on his lap again. Your lips found each other again and the kiss made you wetter and wetter.

Putting a hand on his chest you broke the kiss, “ I want you Jughead…I need you”. He looked apprehensive, like he wasn’t sure if you actually wanted him. You took his face in your hands, “ Jughead Jones I love you”.

You watched his face change as your words hit him, you watched the happiness spread throughout him. Jughead looked so blissful, “ I love you so much (y/n)”. Wanting to preserve the moment you started to kiss again.

You felt his member press against you and so you moved your hips forward. Getting the hint Jughead laid down on his back, putting you on top of him. His back rested against the arm of the couch, propping him up. Biting your lip you lowered yourself onto him, adjusting to his size.

Jughead moaned as he felt himself slide into you, your walls pressing against him. Slowly you moved your hips back and forth, still adjusting. As you leaned forward Jughead massaged your breast again.

You moaned his name when you felt him lightly tweak your sensitive nipples. Needing more you picked up your speed, and he was moaning right along with you. He kissed up your neck, “ That’s it baby, just like that”.

His hands rested on your hips guiding you even more. Feeling yourself getting closer you went faster. Jughead started to thrust his hips up, needing more too. You leaned forward so much that he started to suck your nipples, “ Fuck Jughead I’m close”.

He took his mouth off to only say, “ Cum for me baby”. You knew he was just as close because he thrust started getting sloppier. Resting both hands on his chest you started to move your hips in a circular motion making him enter you deeper.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer, “ Jughead I’m going to-”. He thrust inside you deeper and faster, “ Me too (y/n) fuck”. Closing your eyes your orgasm shook throughout your entire body.

You felt your walls clench against him and Jughead twitch inside you. All you could do was moan his name as your orgasm made every nerve in your body tremble. Jughead was right there with you, moaning and panting.

After riding out your orgasm you rested your head in the crook of his neck. He smiled, “Why did we wait so long (y/n)?”. Looking up to him you kissed his neck, “ Love makes you do crazy things Juggy”.

The moment was ruined when you heard banging on the door, making you both spring to action. You rushed to put on your dress and answer the door as Jughead threw on his pants. Opening the door you saw Archie standing there with a smug look on his face, knowing perfectly well why you looked so worn out.

He smirked, “ It’s so weird the movie ended thirty minutes ago but somehow you both didn’t realize and so we wanted to make sure things were alright”. Both Betty and Kevin stood behind Archie.

Walking over to the door, still shirtless, Jughead spoke up, “ Real smooth Archie, I’m sure concern was your only motive and totally not curiosity”. To your surprise Jughead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body.

Archie’s smirk grew, “ Of course Juggy, we wanted to see if you guys were up for Pop’s or if you’d be too worn out from your…interview…”. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke and you shook your head.

Jughead looked to you, “ Actually (y/n) and I have worked up quite the appetite, journalism is so straining…how about you buy us a fries and milkshakes?”.

Before Archie could reply you added, “ I’m sure you’d love to Arch, put all that concern to good use”. Archie just smiled knowing he’d been beat, and gave you both a minute to get ready.

When you were done Jughead took your hand and you were all ready to go to Pop’s. You felt ready to conquer the world, you were in love with Jughead Jones and Jughead Jones loved you back.

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Tony Stark x Reader

“You’re trying to reach the top shelf and I know you’re short but please as for help instead of climbing shelves/ using books as stools/getting a running start AU.” [Prompt credit:@dailyau & @dances-with-snowflakes]

“[Y/n]? What are you doing?” You froze mid-action. You didn’t dare turn around to look at the source of the voice for fear of losing your balance. Both your knees were shakily resting on the slippery kitchen counter top. Your left hand was also gripping the side of the counter for good measure. That left your right hand free to clumsily grasp for your favorite cereal bowl that your boyfriend had carelessly put away on the top shelf. Why would he do this to you? You found yourself mumbling at 6 am.

You were certain he hadn’t done it on purpose. In fact you were certain Tony Stark didn’t do anything on purpose. His life just seemed to be a chain of random coincidences that worked out real nice for him in the end. That being said, you knew you only had yourself to blame for this predicament. You should have put your foot down the night before when he offered to put the dishes away, but you were tired and he was offering to clean up the kitchen. It was so obviously too good to be true.

Tony had had a late night. You vaguely remembered him crawling into bed around 3 am. So when the alarm on your cellphone went off three hours later, you shut it down as quickly as possible. You’d thought the biggest struggle of the morning was going to be trying to detangle yourself from the koala like grip his arms and legs had around you. Then you walked into the kitchen and tried to prepare yourself a simple bowl of cereal.

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Here’s some Sam fluff in honor of @buckysberrie birthday!! You’re the sweetest person and I hope you have an incredible day! You deserve it!

When Sam woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, he immediately panicked. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago to you curled up beside him. Now, the space next to him in bed was cold.

Sam got out of bed, checking the bathroom first to see if you were in there. You weren’t.

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A New Beginning

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 908

Warnings: comfort, slight angst, fluff

A/N: This was requested by @nobodys-baby-now! I wanted to get this out ASAP, just in case you wanted to come back to it. Also so that you could come back to this as much as you needed to! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You set your bags down on the library table, letting out a long breath.  After getting kicked out of your own home, it was a relief that the Winchesters offered to have you stay with them.  You knew it wouldn’t be easy at first, but this was better than your other options.  

“Thanks again for letting me stay with you guys,” you said, turning around to face the Winchesters.  “I promise I’ll try not to get in your way.”

“You’ll be fine [Y/N],” Sam assured you, offering you a warm smile.  “It’ll be nice having you here.  Maybe I should-.”

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite stooges,” Gabriel mused as he strolled into the library, holding his arms out to the side.  His eyes quickly found you, a person he had never seen before.  “And who is this?”  Gabriel approached you, looking you up and down.

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Title: To Care for Someone
Character: Danny Rand
First Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163577578842/title-hello-again-character-danny-rand-an-like

“(Y/n)!”

You gasped a little at the sudden loud noise, dropping a couple of books you were holding onto for a customer. You looked over to see Danny, with a broad grin on his face.

“Jesus Danny,” You scolded him with a small laugh. “You have to stop greeting me like this, one of these days I’m going to have a heart attack.”

Danny grinned sheepishly before kneeling down and helping you pick them up. “I’m sorry, you were always the easiest to scare.”

You gave him a look, opening your mouth to protest before you laughed. “I can’t even pretend like that’s a lie.”

Danny handed you the books back and you thanked him.

“Oh hey, you finally got around to getting a haircut then?”

Danny’s beard had been shaven to a short scruff, and his hair was finally clean and trimmed. “Yeah I did,” He said, his hand subconsciously running through the blonde curls. “Do you like it?”

You nodded. “It’s an improvement that’s for sure,” You ran your free hand along his scruff. “I feel like I can actually see you now.”

Danny tilted his head and smiled. “And?”

You laughed, lightly tapping his cheek. “You’re a very handsome man, Danny.”

When you turned around, you missed the way Danny’s eyes lit up and how he quickly followed after you.

He noticed that the shop was quiet, the only noises being the soft music playing through the speakers in the ceiling. “You’re not busy with something are you?”

“Nah, I’m closing soon,” You told him over your shoulder as you started to turn off some of the main floor lights. “Told the workers I’d take care of closing.”

“Really?” Danny asked, continuing to follow behind you as you maneuvered your way across the shop. “Joy was telling me that this is a pretty popular spot in the city, and it’s a big place, don’t you need the help?”

You sighed, grabbing a basket to start sorting through the clearance items that could just be donated. “I don’t mind, I like keeping myself busy.”

Danny paused his movements, watching you now. “I never got to ask, but it’s been on my mind,” He said, running his finger along the spines of a few books. “How come you aren’t at the company like you’re siblings? I mean you were practically your father’s favorite, surely he left you something.”

“Yeah he did,” You said, putting the basket aside while you took a seat up on an empty counterspace. “But you know me, I hated corporate business, it was never my thing. And quite frankly the money was something I didn’t care for either.”

Danny turned to you, moving closer to where you sat. “So you turned down everything?”

You laughed, your gaze turning to your hands. “Well I tried to, the lawyers told me I couldn’t turn down my inheritance money, but that I could give my share of the company to Joy and Ward. But don’t worry about me, I still have far more money than I’ll ever know what to do with.”

Danny was now standing directly in front of you, his arms folded across his chest while he listened to you talk. “How’d they take it?”

“Joy understood, she was always the one I went to about silly stuff, Ward though, was upset with me at first. But I’ve become the master at knowing how to convince my brother.”

Danny smiled. “I remember when you were small you used to tell me you wanted to be a librarian when you grew up.”

“Did I?” You asked with a laugh. “I’m surprised you remembered silly stuff like that.”

Danny shrugged. “I always had a soft spot for you. When you found out Ward locked me in the freezer you chased him around your house, trying to wack at him with one of your books.”

Your eyes went wide and your face felt warm. “Who told you about that?!”

“Joy, she told me when I asked why your Mom and Dad sent you to your grandparents house for two weeks.”

You closed your eyes while you internally cringed. “Let’s stop talking about me, what brings you to my humble palace.”

“Right, well I got Hogarth to help me with getting my company back. And earlier today, Joy and Ward signed over my 51% of it.”

“Oh wow, that’s great!” You said, giving him a smile. “I’m only sorry they gave you such a hard time to begin with.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter now, I have my name back, and that’s what’s most important.”

“I’m very happy for you, Daniel Thomas Rand.” You said, looking at him with a sigh. “You’ve certainly earned it.”

“That’s not the only reason why,” Danny told you, moving so his hands rested on the counter, his arms on either side of you. “I came to thank you, you were the only person who believed me. You were there when I needed you most.”

You shook your head bashfully, your gaze moving to look at him. “I didn’t do much of anything, except gave you a place to sleep every now and then.”

“You did so much more than that though, when I thought I had lost everything. I found you, and you made everything feel right again. I had my home again when I was with you. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

You smiled, genuinely moved by his kind words. “Well thank you for thinking so.”

Danny stared at you for a moment, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone as absolutely wonderful as you didn’t see that fact. You were very much still the sweet and more self-conscious girl he knew but now, he found himself caring for you in a different way.

It was strange for him, during his training he swore to give up such frivolous things like romantic entanglements or personal connections.

But with you it felt different.

Anytime he saw you he got this fluttering feeling in his chest, and whenever you were close by he could only focus his attention solely on you. And he found himself caring about your opinion and what you thought about him.

“Danny? You okay?” You asked, snapping him out of his small trance.

“I’m fine,” He assured you, looking back at you with a small smile. “Can I take you out on a date?”

Well that was a surprise.

“I’m sorry, a what?”

“A date, you know, when someone who likes other person takes them out-”

“I know what a date is,” You said, slightly laughing. “Just why would you want to go on one with me?”

Danny smiled softly, reaching out and brushing away some the loose strands of hair that had fallen into your eyes. “Because I like you.”


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Imagine you and Chris talking about your future together.

A/N: Epilogue ❤️❤️❤️ I don’t know how I decided to end up here, but as a reader- I’m just overjoyed that my brain came up with this. *heart exploding, quietly dying* Oh, and before you ask- there will be more chapters to come. Anyhoo…Let’s get on with it. Enjoy! You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B)

You and Chris did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two of you were basically one. He swept you off your feet, like he did the first time you got together and carried you inside his house. The state of tidiness of his vacant house transformed the second the two of you got inside, scattered items of clothing on the floor and furniture moved from their original place. Then there was the quick break in-between that left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half-emptied out bottle of your favorite wine; Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too; a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. Let’s just say the two of you made good use of whatever precious time you had together, reintroducing yourself to your partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve you could of each other before you had to say goodbye again.

“We’re not going to sleep, are we?” Chris murmured into your hair, chuckling softly when he saw what time it was; 4:47AM. You smiled and shook your head, tightening the arm you had draped over his torso. “It is so good to be back in bed with you,” he admitted. “Amongst other things,” he whispered flirtatiously then chuckled when you buried your face into his chest, blushing deeply. “Here I was thinking we wouldn’t have time,” he poked your side and you squirmed, laughing.

“Oh please,” you pulled away from him and sat up, turning your whole body to face him as you sat crossed legged. “Like you were actually going to talk to me after we just made up.” He laughed. “You’re a guy,” you bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else.” You chuckled when he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. “But that’s okay, ‘cause I can be a real guy sometimes too.” He laughed, placing a hand on his left pec. “But,” you began as you tried to stop laughing along with him. “Now we can actually talk, because it’s obvious we need to if we want this to last. And I want this to last,” you told him with a great deal of emphasis.

“Me too,” he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard and reaching for your hand; your fingers entwined with his. “Okay,” he let out a quick sigh, “um- let’s figure out where we went wrong this time and avoid doing it again at all cost.”

“There’s not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean…Me,” you mumbled sheepishly then pursed your lips. “It was entirely my fault,” you said when you saw him tried to correct you. “I should’ve just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy, and I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t the only one,” he shook his head, squeezing your hand. “I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all.” He said then chuckled when you scoffed with a smile. “I knew you were doing it all to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don’t know, things just got out of hand.” You nodded in agreement with a small smile on your lips. “I’m really sorry I said all those things, I didn’t mean any of it. You know that, right?”

“Oh,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion as you began to tease him. “So you didn’t mean it when you said you’re nowhere near fucking perfect?” He could hear the playful tone in your voice so he just chuckled. “How you can’t be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said- you don’t know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?”

“I don’t like how good your memory is.”

“And I don’t like how fucking perfect you are,” you retorted with a smile, making him smile. “Look-” you began then cut yourself off with a sigh. “I know you did mean what you said when you said all that,” you told him and he immediately tried to defend himself when you stopped him. “No, I’m not-” you chuckled, “I’m not mad. I just wanted to let you know that- you’re wrong, Chris. You are perfect and you are the perfect guy I want and need in my life.” The smile on his lips returned and you found yourself smiling along with him. “And I know my expectations are ridiculously high and incredibly intimidating, but- you’ve never disappointed me before. I mean- you risked your job and flew back for me. I’ve never had a guy give up the last bite of chocolate cake, let alone do what you just did.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” he chuckled.

“Well- believe it,” you chuckled, “because it’s true. No one has ever put me above their own wants and needs and responsibilities before. You are the first, which is why I intend to make you my last,” you told him and he smiled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto him. You chuckled, breaking your fall with your hand as your body crashed against his. “You are the kind of guy I write about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for coming to life and for making what I thought could only be a dream- a reality,” you whispered, your lips inches from his.

“You just cannot stop that writer’s brain of yours, can you?” He chuckled, gently tucking the loose strains of your hair behind your ear. You chuckled softly and shook your head, caressing his bearded face in your hand. “You’re very welcome, Y/N. And you know what, I never thought I’d find a girl like you. You are the kind of girl I read about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for finding me, for giving me a chance, and for helping me achieve a love as strong as the one you wrote about.” He leaned in and was about to press his lips against yours when you leaned back and pressed the pads of your right hand fingers on his lips. “What?”

“You kinda plagiarized my words,” you told him and he chuckled, playfully nibbling on your fingers. “Ah, Chris!” You giggled and pulled your hand away, resting it on his chest. “But luckily I love you too much to care,” you smiled and leaned in, meeting his lips for the- hundredth time that night. “I love you, Chris Evans.”

“And I love you too,” he whispered back then mumbled under his breath, “Y/N Evans.” You pulled back, biting back your smile as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” He chuckled. “I already said I was going to marry you. Even if you don’t take my last name for professional reasons- like young Y/N in your mini-series, you’re still going to be an Evans.”

“You do realize we’re not married yet, right? I mean-” you held up your left hand and wiggled your empty ring finger at him, making him chuckle softly. “We’re not even engaged yet, Chris. I know we will be one day, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” You teased him and he gently pushed you off him. “What?” You laughed when he got out of bed, walking over to his dresser. “I’m just teasing you. Are you really that offended?” He glanced back at you and made a face that quite easily said “you’re ridiculous”. “No, you’re ridiculous,” you quipped back, tossing a pillow at him.

“Do you want to know what getting ahead of myself looks like?” He quizzed, pulling something out of his sock drawer. His back was turned towards you so you couldn’t see what was in his hand, you could only guess. The assumption was enough to stop yourself from breathing. “Getting ahead of myself is getting an engagement ring before I even ask the girl I want to marry to be my girlfriend.” He turned around and held up a traditional Tiffany&Co ring box. “That’s um- that’s getting ahead of myself,” he chuckled softly.

“Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with both hands, hiding your growing smile and utter shock.

“I was going to keep it until you were a little older,” he told you as he made his way back towards the bed. He sat down opposite you, holding the box out. “But um- I don’t know, this seems as good a time as any. We don’t have to get married immediately, we can just be engaged until the right time comes along.” He realized you still hadn’t said anything and he winced, quickly adding, “if you’re down for a long engagement, of course. If you’re not, I can put this back and we can forget this ever happened. I just wanted you to know I am serious about marrying you, I’m not just saying it for fun. Can you please say something?” He chuckled, pulling your hands from your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m- that is a ring box,” you said as a matter-of-fact and he chuckled, nodding as he held it up. “From Tiffany&Co, like- like my story.” He nodded again, smiling. “And you- you want to propose now if I’m okay with a long engagement? Which- obviously we’ll be having ‘cause Infinity War and-” you pointed at yourself as you continued to breathlessly ramble, “university.”

“Mm hm,” another nod from Chris. “It’s your call, sweetheart. ‘Cause I’m down for anything as long as you’re the person I’m doing it with.” You let out a quick breath as your eyes fell back on the ring box that Chris was fiddling with in his hand; left and right, he’d turn it. “We don’t have to do this, we can wait a few years and I can propose with more-”

“Yes,” you cut him off with a nod and Chris felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes…as in?” He quizzed and you nodded which confused him even more, though the smile on his face told you that he knew what your 'yes’ meant. “Like- you want to get engaged now or you want to wait a few years?”

“Yes, I want to get engaged now!” You answered with a laugh and he managed a nervous one as he fumbled to open the box, revealing the ring you’d always imagined you’d get from him; he really knew you well. “Oh my God,” you breathed as he gently pulled it from the box, taking your left hand. “This is- this is not happening.” He chuckled as he slipped it into place; a perfect, glistening fit. “I’m engaged to Chris Evans.”

“Yes you are,” he chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips. “And you know what that means, don’t you?” He teased in a suggestive tone, making you laugh as you rose to rest your weight on your knees. “See,” he chuckled as your arms wrapped around your neck and his hands moved to rest on your waist. “We’re made for each other.”

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Chapter 3 is in the works.  Chapter 3, Part 1

so I would like a scenario with yuto and the reader. Where yuto has a crush on you and is trying to express his feelings to you, and is trying to do cute stuff for you but you’re relatively indifferent about how you feel towards him


Scenario: yuto/reader (this is the first time I do a request, so I hope it is good)

There he was again. Looking at you with heart eyes and expectantly. He had just presented you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and you felt your heart flutter at how nervous he seemed to be. “Uh, d-do you like them? I remembered that time we talked once and you told me you liked this type… so I just figured I could give you some…” his voice faded at the end of the sentence and you held back a sigh.

You two had that conversation about two months ago and he still remembered it? How sweet could this japanese boy get? “They are pretty,” you say with a forced nonchalant tone. “But what are you doing here in my house? It’s almost midnight, Yuto…”

The boy’s shoulders dropped considerably. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was this late, really…” all of his 1,82m didn’t seem much as he was almost curling in a ball of shame. Your heart clenched, it hurt a little to see how miserable he looked doing all of that stuff to get your attention even though it was extremely cute. “I guess, I’ll leave-”

Suddenly, a loud thunder reverberated and both of you gasped in surprise. A big storm was coming, you thought. Looking at Yuto and the flowers he was holding, you took a deep breath and decided to cut yourself some slack. After all, you would only be inviting him in to save Yuto from the rain; you surely was not giving in to your own feelings. “Hey, come inside,” you said and his dark eyes widened cutely. You held back a smile, “we both know that if you get sick due to the rain it will be bad not only for you but for the whole group, right? Besides, I could use a helping hand to put those flowers in a vase.”

He nodded a little stunned and followed you inside the living room. The lights were on and he observed your simple house. “It is not much,” you said. “I know you guys live in a better dorm, but I like the simpleness of here.”

“Oh! I actually love it,” he said smiling. “It’s just like you, I guess.”

“Um? What do you mean by that?” you frowned and went inside the small kitchen to grab a glass vase.

“It just reminds me a lot of you. The way the furniture is distributed, the way it smells sweet like your cologne and how it is small,” he chuckled and you felt your hands halt at his words. “I just like it.”

And what the hell would you answer to that? “Uh, could you come here? I’ll put the flowers in it,” you said, finally deciding to ignore his words.

Yuto entered the small room and it looked like he was almost too tall for it. The air felt heavier and you forced your heart to maintain a steady beat. “Oh,” his deep voice sounded surprised. “You still have this…”

You looked up and saw the small poorly made penguin figure that was up your fridge. He had given it to you after they made sculptures in a variety show. The MC had said that they should give it to someone they cared about since they made it with their own hands. The next day, Yuto appeared at your doorstep with it in hands and a faint blush in his cheeks. You had watched the show and you knew what that meant, but you decided to ignore it. It couldn’t be. Adachi Yuto didn’t have a crush on you.

However, as the time went by, he kept sending more signals and Yuto became more bold everyday. He started sending texts of “good morning” and “have you eaten yet” constantly even though you were sure he did not have the time to do it. It was obvious to everyone that all of his free time was used to talk to you and you really enjoyed it. Still… how could you accept it? He was the main rapper and the vocalist of Pentagon and you couldn’t allow yourself into that dream. Even if Yuto wanted it as much as you.

“Yes,” you said with a normal tone. He gave you the flowers and you carefully prepared them to fit in the vase. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “It’s kind of ugly.”

No, it’s not and I love it, you thought. “It’s not that ugly,” you said, “it’s alright.” He hummed in agreement and you cursed internally; things were not supposed to be like this. “It’s done,” you said finishing the work with the flowers. You wrapped your hands around them and one thorns pricked your finger. “Ouch!”

“Are you okay?!” Yuto promptly got your wrist in hands and took the flowers out of your hand to examine what had happened. It was a small thing, just a little blood coming out of your index finger, but he still frowned deep in concern and gently caressed your palm. “Damn, we should get this cleaned.”

You were ready to tell him he didn’t have to do all of that. Everything was fine, it didn’t even hurt! But you couldn’t. The feeling of his large hands involving yours and how he kindly led you to the faucet and washed your finger made you stay right there, with your heart pounding against your chest and trying to not lose your mind.

“I think it’s fine, do you have a band-aid?” he asked suddenly making full eyes contact.

“I-I,” you stuttered and rapidly took your hand out of his. Yuto frowned a little and unsuccessfully tried to hide his disappointment. “I’m fine, Yuto.”

“But, your finger…”

“I’m really fine,” you cut his sentence and hurriedly headed to the living room trying to get away from that crumpled place where you shared too much space with the tall man.

“Hey…” Yuto called softly. You had your back turned to him, but you could feel how close he was. His hands landed on your shoulders and you felt like melting. “What… what is wrong? Did something happen? D-did I do something?”

You firmly shook your head. You couldn’t believe how concerned he sounded. “It’s nothing, Yuto. Maybe… maybe you should go home.”

He took a few steps and put himself in front of you. Yuto leaned forward and took your chin between his long fingers to make you meet his eyes. He looked more worried than sad about your request and that broke your heart. “Come on, baby, if there is something wrong, you can tell me.”

B-baby?” your eyes widened and Yuto’s did the exact same. It looked like he hadn’t noticed the word coming off of his lips.

“I-I mean,” his deep voice was weak, “it’s just…”

It just looked like he had ran out of excuses. Both of you fell into an awkward silence and the tension could be cut by a knife. You knew why he had called you like that and you knew that you wanted that. But, still…

“I need to tell you something,” he said and your throat went completely dry. “It’s been a long time actually, probably since the first time I met you, and I was planning on letting it go, but it just don’t go away-”

“Yuto-”

“No, I need to finish this.” His eyes were completely locked on yours and the way your heart was beating against your ribs made you think the organ could even escape. “I know you don’t like me, but I can’t help but worrying about you, wanting constantly to be around you; seriously, I get why you don’t like me, but I-”

You know your expression revealed pure shock and Yuto took a deep, cracked breath. He looked like he was hesitating and the atmosphere felt so heavy in your lungs that it was hard to breathe.

“But I like you,” he finally said. “I really do.”

There were tears prickling in the corners of your eyes; you were paralyzed, you had no idea of what to say, of what to do with your feelings. You wanted to cry.

“And it’s fine if you don’t like me back,” he smiled painfully. “Because all I want is to be by your side, whether you are indifferent or not; I just like you too much to care.”

I like you too, the words were right there in your mind; but you seemed incapable of saying them. Yuto sighed and you swear you could see tears in his eyes too.

“I’ll go now,” he said and your heart sank in your chest. “I’m really sorry for this,” he turned his back to you and walked towards the front door. “Just please… don’t push me away-”

You grabbed his wrist and closed your eyes trying to muster all the courage you could ever have. “I… I won’t push you away, Yuto,” your voice was practically a whisper. “I want you to stay.”

Slowly, you opened your eyes and waited with your head turned to the ground for some reaction.

When there was some seconds of pure nothingness and you were ready to regret everything you had done, you felt his arms around you.

He hugged you tightly and squeezed you a little. Your head was right on his shoulder and his perfume was relaxing; it felt just right.

“I will stay,” he said and you smiled against the cloth of his t-shirt.

Maybe you shouldn’t have waited so much to make that cutie yours.


Scenario wooseok/reader

TATTOO.


Request: “i’m a tattoo artist and you’ve never gotten a tattoo so i sorta have to pop your needle cherry not that i’m complaining” au

A/N: First off, that gif is killing me and I thought it’d be nice to use as the cover ‘art’ for this fic because why not? Adam is hot and just look how nice his hair is! Thanks @glitterbras​ for the request, I think I went a little overboard…anyways, enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: A few curse words.

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“Are you sure about this?” Rey asked as she looked over from the drivers seat, you fiddling with your thumbs as you sure as hell weren’t sure about this, but it was what you wanted and you’ve been dying to get a tattoo. “I mean, you don’t have to do it just because Poe, Finn, and I have one, we don’t mind-”

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SINGLE PARENTS

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Celestial Friend Part 4

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring Sam, Dean, and Cas)

Word Count: 1,557

Warnings: slight angst/fluff

A/N: Here comes part four! You didn’t think that their antics would go unnoticed did you? ;) I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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Sam and Dean shut the doors to the Impala as they stopped in front of the high school.  When they read about what happened at the game last night, they knew they had to investigate.  There was only one person, or one archangel, that could do this kind of thing.  The only thing they couldn’t figure out, was why he did it.

“Dean, Gabriel’s dead,” Sam reasoned.  “Maybe this is an actual trickster?”

“How many times did we think Gabriel was dead,” Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder as he opened the door.

“Okay fair enough,” Sam mumbled as he looked around.  “These are just kids.  He went after college students when we first met him.  Why would he stoop this low?”

You tapped Gabriel’s arm as you walked down the hall.  He was wearing his janitor’s outfit in an attempt to help himself fit in.  “You’re ridiculous Gabriel,” you jested.  “Although I have to admit, you do look good in a janitor’s outfit.”

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*Requested - Reader finds Rocket trying to leave and tries their best to stop him.*

Rocket muttered under his breath angrily.
“They call me rodent…rat… vermin. Then they insult my guns! Well not anymore!”

It wasn’t new information that Rocket found it hard to get along with people. Everyone always seemed to gang up on him and he was sick of it. The newest case of this happened when Rocket found himself in a heated debate about whose weapon was more superior.

“They only do one thing though! No variety of ammo, no explosions! What’s the point if they’re no fun?!” Guns always were one of Rocket’s passions.

“I find the slicing of my enemy’s flesh to be one of the most satisfying feelings. It makes for great entertainment in the art of battle.” Drax said polishing one of his knives.

“I’m going to have to side with Drax on this.” Peter said placing the Milano on autopilot.

“You don’t even use knives Quill, why are you defending him?! You’re not making sense even for you!” Rocket asked in confusion.

“Because any weapon is better than your’s.” Peter laughed.
You could tell he was just trying to get a rise out of Rocket and it was working. Groot looked at you and you could see he was ready to prevent a fight if it broke out.

“Shut up Quill! You aren’t even part of this discussion! Just go back to badly flying the ship or whatever it is you do!”
Drax laughs hysterical and pauses cleaning his knife.

“The rodent is outnumbered once again! This is very amusing! Your weaponry is inferior just like your species although your flesh is most delicious when roasted of a fire!”
You frowned at Drax’s words, you expected better of him.

Rocket’s ears flatten against his head and he bared his teeth in a snarle. No one insulted his weaponry or him and got away with it. Rocket readied himself to pounce on Drax. Seeing this Groot quickly intervened by grabbing Rocket and taking him back to their shared room. Peter laughed smugly and you shot him a threatening glare. He laughed harder at that and flashed you one of his signature smiles before returning to flying the ship. Drax was still laughing and you leant over the table grabbing him by the throat. You were similar to Drax in strength and your action had him gulping for air.

“I’ll deal with you later!” You shouted before letting him go. You walking out of the room in silence.

You waited a while before going to see if Rocket was okay. Even you had grown bored with Peter’s games. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for Rocket… He had been through more than all of the Guardians aboard the Milano combined and yet they treated him like he was some kind of joke. The sound of banging and clattering that came from Rocket and Groot’s shared room had caught your attention. Quietly you had followed the noises and without knocking you pushed open the door. Rocket hurried around his room grabbing anything that had any worth to him. Groot was sat on the edge of his bed watching helplessly. You noticed one of Rocket’s old backpacks lying half empty on the floor and pieced together what he was doing.

“You can’t just leave, you know?” You said crossing your arms over your chest while leaning their against the doorframe.
Groot looked over at you and a small glimmer of hope flickered in his kind eyes. Rocket laughed bitterly and glanced over his shoulder.

“Oh yeah? Who is gonna stop me? You?” Every one of his words were dripping in venom.
He returned to picking up tools and bombs he found scattered around the floor.

“I might.” You replied simply walking into the room and closing the door behind you.
Rocket laughed again.

“Well, I’m about ready to bite someone’s throat out so I wouldn’t bother if I were you. Just leave me be. Pack your things Groot; cone tomorrow we’re out of here.”
Rocket kept his back to you and Groot. He really didn’t want to talk to you right now because if there was anyone on this ship that could change his mind it was you.
You take a seat next to Groot on his bed and stay quiet.

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t care if they are your friends! What about me huh? You too good for me now?” Rocket snapped angrily throwing one of his inventions across the room.
With a heavy sigh Groot stood up and began picking up some of his very few possessions. Groot would always follow Rocket’s lead, even if it did mean leaving the closes thing to a family he had ever known. You couldn’t blame Rocket for the way he was acting. Some of the things that were said to him were bound to cut deep.

“What about me?” You asked, finally ending your silence.

“What about you?” Rocket tried his hardest to sound unfazed.

“Though we were close, you just going to leave as if I don’t mean anything to you?” Rocket froze where he stood amd you were pretty sure you saw him flinch. You remained calm and allowed Rocket some time to think of a response.

“You wanna come with us be my guest - but I’m sure as shit not staying here.” The fact that he still had his back to you annoyed you.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You ask from across the room. “I don’t remember saying anything horrible to you back there.”
Slowly Rocket turned to face you and then it made sense. His eyes were filled with sadness and he was doing his hardest to hide it.

“Rocket,” you sigh “we both know you don’t really want to leave.”

“You don’t know anything about me (f/n).” He narrowed his eyes and flattened his ears back.

“I think we both also know that isn’t true, don’t we Rocket.”
Rocket’s eyes soften and his ears relax. He lowers his head to try and avoid your gaze. He hated how calm and patient you were being with him. You always were when it came to talking to him, sometimes he just wished you would shout at him the way the others did. At least he knew how to react in that situation. He wasn’t used to the care you took when handling situations like this, no one ever tried as hard to be his friend the way you did, apart from Groot of course.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” Rocket whispers honestly looking back up at you. “I’m tired of being laughed at. I want it to be how it used to be; me and Groot on the road. No taking shit from people who are meant to be my friends. You could come too, it would be fun, better than this anyway. Come on (f/n) we can make money from bounties and we can really jack up our prices since we are galaxy savers.” The sadness in his eyes was momentarily replaced with a flicker of excitement at the idea.

“I could never leave Rocket.”
Rocket’s eyes brim with tears and he quickly turns to keep packing.
“They are practically the only family I have ever known and you are a part of that family too. Please don’t leave Rocket, we all need you… I…” You paused wondering if it was wise to continue that sentence.
Rocket froze again and turned back around.
“You what?” He whispers. He needed to hear it, needed to know at least one person on this ship, other than Groot, cared about him.

“I need you. Please don’t leave me Rocket.” Some how you managed to keep the sadness you were feeling at bay until that moment. The though of him actually leaving was starting to frighten you and you couldn’t hide the tears that were starting you.
Hesitantly Rocket placed one of his bombs down on the floor and scampered over to you. He hopped up onto the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you as best he could. You returned the hug and dragged him onto your lap.
“You can’t take what he said to heart, we all know Drax isn’t the smartest of people and he doesn’t think before he speaks. And Quill, he’s an asshat that is just looking to get a rise out of you.”
Rocket laughed at your choice or wording.
“You know,” you whispered gently into his fur. “If you stay I have a way to get back at Drax and prove that guns are better…”
Rocket laughed quietly and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah?” He mumbled.

“Yeah.”

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” He asked lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Your noses were almost touching and you smiled at him.

“I suppose you’ll have to stay and find out won’t you.”
Rocket looked down and considered it for a while.
“…Fine. But only because guns are better than stupid knives.” He smiles but his eyes tell you he is lying about his reason for staying. You had him wrapped around your little finger and he knew it.
Groot smiles and starts putting everything back in their proper places. He knew you would be able to talk Rocket round.


The next day the you all landed on Knowhere. As everyone else went to gather supplies and haggle for equipment you and Rocket began setting up your plan.
After finding a high point close to the ship with coverage you found Drax talking to a stall owner using the scope of Rocket’s favorite stun gun. The stall held a variety of knives ranging in all different sizes. Rocket sniggered as he heard the clunk of his now loaded stun gun and aimed it at Drax. He waited for just the right moment when there was a parting in the crowds of people and then pulled the trigger. Drax screamed and fell to the floor entangled in bright white lights. He convulsed for a few minutes before the effects wore off. He jumped back up and began looking around angrily for who had shot him.
“I’d like to see a knife do that!” Rocket shouted.

You and Rocket laughed manically about how Drax screamed like a little girl and ran back to the ship awaiting everyone’s return. Rocket smiled as the pair of you finally made it back to your room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it incase Drax figured out who it was. You pulled Rocket into a hug still laughing. Rocket clung to you and closed his eyes, he couldn’t be more glad he had decided to stay.

Imagine giving Chris his birthday presents.

A/N: Part 4 😊 How cute is he in that gif though. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3)

You and Dodger woke before Chris did on his birthday. Both of you snuck out of the bed and headed downstairs so you could start on breakfast as well as get his presents in order. You didn’t lie when you said you got him things he’d like and use, like baseball caps, plaid shirts, and socks. You did, but you also got him more than just things. You’d made him something a lot like the notebook; a montage filled with videos and photos of the two of you from the moment you met until now. The entire soundtrack for the montage consisted of Ed Sheeran- ‘Thinking Out Loud’, 'Photograph’, 'Kiss Me’, and 'Perfect’- because his songs always cleverly depicted your relationship with Chris. You smiled every time you listened to Ed Sheeran now, because you still couldn’t believe he was going to be singing at your wedding. Yeah, nothing you’d done or could’ve done for Chris on any of his birthdays was ever going to top what he did for you on your twentieth.

“Something smells good,” you heard Chris’ voice and footsteps as he entered the kitchen. He scratched Dodger’s head as he passed him, walking over to you to hug you from behind as you finished serving up a feast; bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, sausages- the works. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed your lips when you turned in his arms, humming, “mm mm. Happy birthday to me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Happy birthday, indeed,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you want gifts first, or after breakfast?” You asked and he smirked, which gave you the answer you wanted. “Gifts first it is,” you giggled, removing your arms from his neck and taking his hand so you could pull him over to the couch. “Close your eyes,” you instructed as you dragged him along, beckoning Dodger along too. “Okay, now sit.”

“Are you talking to me, or Dodger?”

“Both.” You giggled and pushed him back by the shoulders, watching slight panic wash over his face as he fell back; relief replaced it when he landed on the couch. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, right next to the gifts. “Okay…” You’d lined up the gifts up, starting from: a gift you’d bought for Dodger to give to Chris, a gag gift from yourself, to the practical items, to the montage- which was set and ready to go on your iPad. “You can open now.” You said and Chris did as he was told, raising an eyebrow at the bone themed wrapping paper. “Dodger picked it out,” you stifled your laughter when Chris snickered.

“Thanks, bud,” Chris looked over at Dodger and nodded at his oblivious pal. “It’s a fantastic wrapping paper,” he continued praising Dodger, trying not to smile when he heard you giggling. “You made a great choice,” he said with heavy emphasis on the word 'great’. “I wonder what it is,” he started tearing into the wrapping, laughing when he revealed a tube of tennis balls. He shook his head at you with a great big grin on his face, making you laugh. “I see he decided to get something practical too, something we can share.”

“You know Dodger, he’s a very 'sharing-is-caring’ kinda dog.” Chris chuckled and put the tube to the side, holding out his hand for his next gift. “Okay, this one’s from me.” You bit back your smile as you passed him your gag gift. “I think you’re going to love it, it’s definitely going to be something you use everyday.”

“Awesome,” he smiled as he opened the gift, revealing what appeared to be his NASA cap. “Uh…” He turned it to face you and quirked his right brow, “I already have one of these.” You tried not to laugh as you nodded; you’d actually just wrapped his old NASA cap to see if he’d notice. “Well, it is one of my favorite caps so…I guess- thank you?” He chuckled when he took a closer look, “you could’ve found a newer one to buy, this one looks like it’s been worn out.”

“That’s 'cause it’s second hand,” you told him, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your smile. “It actually belongs to a very talented Bostonian actor, I’d consider it a collectible.” It was that moment when Chris realized what you’d done; he burst into laughter- full body laughter, leaning back against the couch and pressing one hand against his stomach as the other covered his mouth. “It was very hard to come by, so I hope you appreciate it.” You laughed along with him, patting his knee with your hand.

“That’s fucking gold,” he choked on his laughter, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “Tell you what, the next time- try and see if you can score me Chris Evans’ favorite sunglasses. I think I could really use it to go with this hat,” he winked and you giggled. “Your brother said you loved rewrapping things around the house to give as gifts when you were a kid, I can imagine how much fun christmases and birthdays were around your house.”

“Oh, they were plenty fun,” you nodded, laughing. “I was so good at giving gifts, everyone always really enjoyed their gifts from me. It’s like they just knew they were going to need it.” Chris buried his face in his hands as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. “I know,” you smiled as he dropped his hands, “I’m adorable.”

“Yes you are,” he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged at you, gesturing you off the table and onto his lap. You did as he orchestrated, taking the actual gifts in your hands to give to him as you sat in his lap; gifts you’d actually bought. “You really don’t need to buy me things, Y/N.” He told you as he unwrapped. “I don’t need things when I’ve got you, you’re everything.”

“Yeah, I know.” You kissed his cheek and he smiled as he pulled out the blue and green plaid shirts you’d bought him. “But you could use some new stuff in your wardrobe,” you said and he hummed in agreement. He unveiled a pair of black Mickey Mouse socks, chuckling, then grinned at the personalized Patriots cap you’d bought him; on the back it had 'Evans’ embroidered in white. “I know I’m not Ilaria, but I’d like to think I’ve got enough style to buy you some clothes.”

“You’re kidding, right?” He put the items aside and tightened his arms around your waist. “You have incredible style. Even Ilaria said so, she said she might just quit when we get married because my wife should be taking over her job of dressing Chris Evans.”

“You’re a sweetheart.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek before you reached forward to grab your iPad. “Here you go,” you passed him the iPad with the montage pulled up and ready to play. “This is your last gift for today. Well-” you whispered into his ear, making him laugh softly through his nose, “excluding the bedroom stuff.”

“Nice to know that Victoria Secret bag you hid in the back of the closet is actually for me,” he winked and you scrunched your nose at him. “Okay, what’s this?” He quizzed, then answered his own question when he saw the title of the montage: 'Our Almost Three Years’. “Are you serious, Y/N? You know Dad said my teeth can’t handle anymore of your sweetness,” he joked and you chuckled, leaning your head against his. “Should I grab a tissue box?”

“I’d say no, but we both know you’re a bit of a cryer.” You teased and he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t worry about tissues, what’s a fiancée for if you can’t use her shoulder to cry on.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing the play button. “I love you, Chris,” you whispered as Ed Sheeran’s voice starting singing 'Thinking Out Loud’ and the first photograph you ever took together slid onto the screen. You and Chris smiled in reminiscent; it was at the airport just as you were both leaving Starbucks for the boarding gate. “Even more so today than the first day we met.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” His arm tightened around you, holding you close to him as you both continued to take a stroll down memory lane. It was nice to relive all your best moments together, to see all the old photos you’d taken throughout your time together as well as rewatch all the old videos you’d filmed of each other. You could really see when the two of you fell in-love, when the friendly smiles turned into longing gazes. Chris was incredibly thankful to see a collation of all those moments, he could’ve watched that video forever. “Me too,” he repeated, sighing with absolute satisfaction.

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Part 5A

XIII // MASTERLIST


A/N: Sad to say there’s little to none of pervy Ben in this chapter but we do get a rather fluffy Ben who’s too cute for his own good along with a third wheel Hux….which sounds funny but whatever, here’s the new CB! Enjoy and thank you for reading! Feed back is welcomed :)

Warning: None

Word Count: 4K+


“Thanks for joining me today.” Taking a sip of your drink from the straw, you gave Ben a smile. “I mean, I don’t mind going alone but since I went a little wild on shopping I at least had you to hold my bags.” Shrugging, Ben’s eyebrows raised as he let out a small gasp.

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This part is long as hell but I just couldn’t shorten it any further. It’s also kind of feelsy so if you want to really tug on your heartstrings (as I know some of you sick lil shits will - myself included) then play this song when you read the line “I always did have the worst luck.” As requested by @delicatelygrandtraveler, @sxnali, @arabella-loves-coffee, and @meganlpie; this is the latest chapter of Plague - enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I read part 6 today almost as soon as you posted it. It’s fantastic! There is going to be another part, right?

PART 6 OF PLAGUE WAS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL THANK YOU FOR THAT

Omg the feeeeeels from part 6 of Plague! It was so profund and emotional, it was a challenge for both of them

I am LOVING Plague! Loki is one of my favorite characters and you write him so well! I cannot wait to read the next part!

Plague (Part 7)

Part 6

Thor was careful returning to Loki’s room as he had just seen you leaving it. One half of his brain argued with the other as it collectively questioned what had ensued since he’d been gone. He wanted to believe that you had been sensible and had begun your separation from his brother, but the more naïve part of him hoped he wasn’t so bad that you would feel obligated to abandon him. It was difficult being the closest thing Loki had to a friend, and so desperately did Thor want him to be well again.  

He just knew that there must be good still remaining within his brother; there had to be. If his work with the Avengers didn’t bring it forth, then perhaps you could. Loki clearly was more… willing to try the latter method. As he stood contemplating such things, he realised that several minutes had passed. Shaking his mane of hair, Thor slipped quietly into the room to see that Loki was curled up under the covers. 

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