but yeah i better stay away

Rumor
  • Minho: There's a rumor going around, you know.
  • You: What rumor?
  • Minho: Apparently there's this guy who really likes you but doesnt have the guts to tell you.
  • You: Who is it?
  • Minho: He'd kill me if I told you.
  • You: I thought we were best friends.
  • Minho: He's also one of my best friends.
  • You: Minho, you're only other best friends are Thomas, and Newt and it's definitely not one of them.
  • -
  • Thomas: Hey (Y/N), I heard about the guy who's in love with you.
  • You: Oh, so he's in love with me?
  • Newt: No he isnt.
  • You: Can't you shanks just admit that there is no guy. If there were, you'd at the least give me a name.
  • Thomas: Mm, no names. But you know him. *winks*
  • (walk away)
  • You: I know everyone in the bloody glade.
  • -
  • Minho: Do you want to know more about your secret admirer?
  • You: Not really.
  • Minho: And why not?
  • You: Because you shanks are playing with me.
  • -
  • Newt: You alright?
  • You: *laughs* Just doing my best to stay away from the boys and their secret admirer crap.
  • Newt: Don't think you have one?
  • You: Have you met the boys? Of course not. Besides if there were, I dont understand why he wouldn't talk to me.
  • Newt: Maybe he's afraid you won't like him back.
  • You: How will he ever know if he wont talk to me?
  • Newt: Give the shank a break, he's a shy one.
  • You: So you know him?
  • Newt: *under his breath* Better than you'd think.
  • -
  • You: The hints you gave me about the guy.. Are they true?
  • Minho: Yeah he's a shy dude, one of my best friends and won't shut up about you when you're not around.
  • You: I think I have a clue about who it is.
  • Minho: It's not all that hard to tell if your pay attention to the way he looks at you.
  • You: What if it's the guy I'm thinking of?
  • Minho: I think you know exactly who he is, (Y/N).
  • -
  • You: Guess what? I found out who the secret admirer is.
  • Newt: Oh..how?
  • You: Doesn't matter. Do you think now I know he'll grow a pair and ask me out?
  • Newt: If he does, will you say yes?
  • You: Only if he stops referring to himself in the third person.
  • Newt: Okay (Y/N), would you like to go out with me?
  • You: Y'know I always had a thing for boys with accents.
oh my god

LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA: Structurally, I steal a little bit from “Harry Potter.” I have to tell you.

EMMA WATSON: What?!

MIRANDA: Because the opening scene, Hamilton meets Aaron Burr and he says “Aaron Burr, help me, I want to be in this world,” and Burr gives him the opposite advice of who he is. And then he meets his real friends: Mulligan, Lafayette, and Laurens. And it’s exactly Harry Potter meeting Malfoy first and then seeing his real friends on the train and being like, “I like these guys better.”

WATSON: I completely forgot that because in the first book, Draco tries to be like, “I can help you—“

MIRANDA: “—I can help you consort with the right people—“

WATSON: And Harry has this instinctual [feeling] like, “This guy is clearly an asshole and I have to stay away from him.”

MIRANDA: Yeah, everything I know I learned from those books.

From One significant part of Broadway hit ‘Hamilton’ was inspired by ‘Harry Potter’

How did I not know about this? Is this something everyone already knows? I can’t deal with how delightful this bit of information is. Like, its actually improved the quality of my life. 

(Thank you anon whose ask I’m about to answer for leading me to google and find this article.)

Safe in Southside - S.P

1 - “You’re the only thing left that’s important to me”

4 - “You don’t get to touch her!Not anymore. Not after what you did”


A/n: this is my first sweet pea imagine! Let me know how it t goes here with a blue emoji

Originally posted by twelvevo

You ran through the Southside, phone clutched in your hand, knuckles white. Faint tears stained your cheeks, a couple still falling. The sky was dark, but not as dark as you felt.

You had come to riverdale just before Jason Blossoms murder. You had been organizing your new room with your cousin Betty when you had the news.


“Jason’s Blossoms been found in sweet water river, the scoundrel” Your Uncle spoke with hatred. You didn’t know the kid, but as you learned more about riverdale, you understood more what was going on.



Your t-shirt sat sadly on your frame, soaked to the bone, your jeans sticking to your legs like plastic wrap. You scrolled down your contact list to try and find the one person who might understand your situation.



“It wasn’t my dad!” Jughead shouted. “Shh…we know jughead. It’s not your fault”. Tears streamed down the boy’s face. You decided to leave the couple on their own and went to sit on the front step of his trailer. You plugged some music in and looked at the stars for a couple minutes until bright lights blinded your eyes. But they weren’t coming from the sky. At least 8 people got off motorcycles, some with helmets, most without.

Hey!” A man with a scraggly beard spoke, “Who are you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I could ask the same

That was your first meeting with the serpents.



Headlights illuminated in the dark behind you. The light hum of an engine not far behind you.

This was not the time to be walking alone.

You pressed on the contact you had been looking for, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”


You walked through the halls of Southside high. You cousin had called you in hysterics about how Jughead had to go to Southside high, and since you had a free block, you had to be the one to go see him. Nothing like being related to a cooper and walking through a drug infested school.

Y/n?” Jughead asked. It looked like he had been talking to some people, but he was not happy about what was happening, you could tell from the crease in his brow. “What are you doing here?”

Your girlfriend is pretty worried that you’re in the south”

Whats wrong with the south” A pink headed girl spoke, walking closer to you.

Nothing.. There’s some snakes here I’d rather not run into”

Say that again. You’re in snake territory right now” The pink girl seemed to get more agitated the more you spoke.

No-No. That’s not what she meant” Jughead backtracked, looking at you as If to say you had really messed up.

I meant the-“ You nodded your way over to the druggies. “The oddballs”

“Oh” The girl looked unimpressed, “Those are ghoulies, not snakes. Don’t get them mixed up.”

You caught a glimpse of one of their jackets. ’Southside serpents’

Crap” You laughed a little, realizing your mistake, no one joined in. “Nothing like angering a gang as soon as I get here. I’m Y/n”


“I need help, there’s someone following me and I’m in Southside”

“Why are you in the Southside right now” The other voice on the phone asked.

“I..It’s my aunt”



What?!” Your aunt screeched.

She just found your phone that you left downstairs, and it was ringing.

Why is a Southside serpent calling you?”

Even though she was your aunt, since you moved here she was like your mother.

“I..don’t know?” You had just woken up, you didn’t need this stress right now.

You have a contact name for him!” Your aunt raged.

He’s nice..” You defended.

“He’s a snake



You tried to pick up your feet. The car still trailed behind you as you reached his house. You hid under the porch, hair drooping. You knocked on the door.

It opened quite quickly an arm grabbing yours, pulling you inside.

“What are you doing” The figure smelled like pine as he hugged you.

“My aunt happened”



Go!. Go to your room Y/n. You can’t go around dating a serpent”

“Why not?! It’s not like you’re my mother” You shouted.

“Your mother wouldn’t approve either

Well she’s not here

Go to your room!”


You hugged him loosely as you cried again.

“And then..” You sniffed.

“A car followed me here P. What if it’s that killer”

“Y/n” Sweet pea sighed, “It’s not. I promise he isn’t on the Southside”

“Okay…” You mumbled, holding onto his leather jacket for dear life.

After a minute of standing there, taking each other in, you rested your head on his chest..

You’re the only thing left that is important to me now” You mumbled.

Sweet pea looked down at you, “Don’t say that Y/n. Your cousins are important to you. Your parents are important to you. Your friends too.”

You kissed his cheek hugging him a little tighter.


BANG!


They was a knock at the door. You shrunk into his chest, shaking slightly.

“It’s fine” He pulled his knife you had seen many times before, though you weren’t sure if in this situation it would help.

Clutching onto the back of his jacket where the serpent crest rested, you peaked over his shoulder.

He pushed the door open quickly, knife in hand ready to attack.

There stood your aunt. Fuming.

“I can’t believe you Y/n. I’m trying to protect you but you keep running back to trouble. We’re going home. And you serpent scum better stay away from my niece”

She reached for your wrist, but sweet pea slapped it away.

You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” Sweet Pea snarled at her.

“How dare you! I am her aunt!” She seethed.

Sweet pea brought the knife up, but you grabbed his hand quickly to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah. You are her aunt. But you’re doing a pretty shitty job considering she feels better in the Southside”

She stood baffled, not knowing what to say, before she fumed off starting her car hastily and reversed out of the driveway very rapidly. You watched her car speed down the street back to Northside.

He closed the door, turning around and hugging you tightly. “You’re safe now, she’s gone, her cars gone. You can stay here” He mumbled in your hair.

“I don’t know how safe I am P. She wasn’t the one following me to your place”

The Golden Ones (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: one shot, angst, fluff and some crazy smut

Word Count: 2,745

Warnings: oral sex, curisng and foul language, just smut 

Request: for @teenagehopless : 8, 23, & 50 w Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Make it fluffy and maybeee a little smutty please ~ thanks so much love

Summary: You and Jungkook are the best of the best at school, the Golden Ones. But being the competitive people you both are causes for some mischief.

A/N: Hi everyone. I’m back with another one shot from the prompt list. I hope you like it. ~admin L

8: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

23: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

50: “Did you just flick me?”


You and Jungkook are both the golden students everybody wants to be. You both excel in your academics, you are both advanced in any sport, and you both are just overall great at anything you do.

Many would expect you both to get along well. But they couldn’t be more wrong.

Another thing you and Jungkook have in common is your competitiveness. You both want to be the best and only the best. So it’s fair to say that you both didn’t get along well at all.

If you exceeded him on a grade on a test, he would run more laps than you. If you beat him in basketball, he would paint something better than you, and the process goes on.

You are both also the most desired people in school. Every girl is all over Jungkook and every boy is all you. But because of your blinded rivalry, both of you have never noticed.

You are rivals and you alway have been since you’ve known each other and nothing is going to change that.

Until you were both chosen to be on the same team for a soccer tournament at your school.

It’s sports week at your school and everyone is hyped. A handful of the best players compete in different sports and are ranked on ability. This is the perfect opportunity for you to show what you’re made of and to beat Jungkook.

You both played on opposing teams for every sport up until soccer.

You were put on the same team and will have to work together to win … together.

You’re not happy but at least you’re captain which means you get to call the shots. You made your whole game plan and as much as you hate to admit, you have to use Jungkook a lot in order to win. Cause that’s what’s important.

Your team gathers on the field and huddles around you as you explain the game plan.

"Do you all understand?” you ask.

A loud roar of agreement from the team erupts and you all chant before dispersing to stretch.

“I wonder by how many points I’m going to beat you by,” says a voice next to you while you are stretching.

You turn to the voice to see Jungkook stretching out his arms across his chest.

“I don’t know if you noticed but we’re on the same team,” you say sarcastically.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he says with a smirk.

“Listen Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to compete with you,” you sigh. “I’m just trying to win the other team.”

“Oh we will, because of me,” he presses.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be because of me. I am the captain after all,” you smirk.

He frowns but before he can retort, the referee is calling for the teams to get into place.

Before you know it, the game has started and everyone is running around.

The game started out well. Your game plan was working well, everyone doing what you said.

It wasn’t until Jungkook kept getting the ball that it went down hill from there.

He would have the ball but would immediately be cornered by the opposing team.

“I’m open!” you yell from a couple feet away. He makes eye contact with you but then looks away and still keeps the ball. He runs all the way to the goal and luckily makes it.

He wasn’t quite lucky the times after that. You would yell and run to his side to help him make the goal but he would just push you away or run somewhere else.

It wasn’t until when you had the ball that you were done playing games. You expertly made your way past the opposing players toward the goal but right before you can reach the goal, Jungkook steals the ball from you and makes the goal himself.

You groan angrily as he takes credit for your work. But you let it slide for the sake of winning.

He does it a few more times, taking the ball away from you and engulfs in the cheers of the crowd.

When you got the ball again, you made sure to play a different game plan than the one you presented to the team. That way, Jungkook couldn’t take the ball away.

Just as you were running to the goal, Jungkook runs up to you and trips you, causing you to tumble on the floor and land hard on your knee and then your face.

Everything becomes quiet. The players and the crowd are in silence as they process what had happened. The ref and your team come by your side to help you up. You slowly stand up on your own and shove the helping hands away from you as you try to insist you are okay.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise,” you say convincingly as you just want to get back to the game. You look up and see Jungkook looking at you worriedly from afar.

Suddenly you feel liquid run down your knee and you look down to see blood streaming down your leg.

“Fuck,” you mutter. “I’m going to bandage myself up and I’ll be right back. Jimin, take my place.”

You slowly limp away toward the locker room and bandage yourself up. You weren’t as badly injured as you thought you would be. Besides the cut, you were just sore so you were pretty much set to play again. As you limp back to the field, you see the audience screaming and your team carrying Jungkook on their shoulders toward the locker room, cheering him on.

You go up to the ref. “Wait, what happened? I thought we had 20 minutes left.”

“After your injury, we decided to cut the game short and played one more round before finishing. You’re lucky Jungkook is on your team, he made the winning goal.”

You are absolutely pissed. Not only are you injured because of Jungkook, but he’s getting praise for the game you led. You could have sworn smoke was coming out of your ears.

You stomp to the boys locker room, ignoring the slight pain on your knee. Your adrenaline was preventing you from feeling any pain at the moment. You walk in to find half naked men getting dressed. They all gasp when they see you, but you ignore their surprised reactions.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you ask one of the random shirtless men.

“Uhh, he should be by his locker two rows down,” he says awkwardly.

You walk over to where you were directed and see Jungkook, shirtless, talking to one of his teammates.

You turn him over and push him against the lockers.

“What the fuck,” says Jungkook, getting ready to fight whoever it is until he realizes it’s you, causing his eyes to widen.

You laugh sarcastically. “What the fuck?” you mimic him. “I think I should be the one telling you that right now.”

You look around and notice that everything is quiet. Everyone is looking at your interaction right now.

“Everyone get out,” you say looking at everyone in the room. “Now.”

And with that, every single person is walking hurriedly out of the room, giving you some privacy.

Jungkook tries walking out with the rest, but you grab his shoulders and push him back on the lockers, making him wince.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you demand.

Once everyone is out of the room you turn back to Jungkook, arms on either side of him, caging him in.

“What’s your problem with me?” you ask Jungkook.

“What?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” you repeat.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoids eye contact.

You don’t know if it’s your words or your proximity that is making him nervous but you continue nonetheless.

“Not only did you ignore my game plan, but you took my shots and you caused my injury,” you say through gritted teeth. You lean in closer, trying to catch his eyes. “What are you so afraid of, huh? Are you afraid that a girl might be better than you? Is that what it is?”

His eyes flick up to look at yours and when you think he’s going to say something, he leans in and captures your lips with his. He grips your hips and turns you around so that now you are against the lockers. You’re still in shock, staying still as he leans away from the kiss.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he mutters against your lips.

“W-what?”

“I said you’re hot and I like you.”

“You like me?”

“Yeah,” he says as he leans back in to kiss you. This time your lips respond back, causing him to smile into the kiss.

So many things are going through your mind that you push him back slightly.

“Wait what the fu-” you say before you were flicked on the forehead by Jungkook.

“Did you just flick me?”

“Yeah, now shut up and kiss me.”

And with that he leans back in and attacks your lips. You don’t know if it was your confused mind or the  loss of blood but you kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He smirks into the kiss and slowly lowers his hands from your waist to your ass. He gives it a squeeze causing you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You moan in his mouth as he rocks his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” you moan as he travels down your jaw to your neck.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles against your neck as you pant.

You slip your hands down his shirtless torso and rock hard abs and made your way to his bulge.

You fondle him through his gray soccer shorts, feeling him harden under your touch.

“Oh shit,” groans Jungkook. “Feels so good, baby girl.”

Wanting to feel more of you, he lifts up your leg to grind against you but you whimper in pain as he holds your injured leg.

He let’s go of you immediately, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N. I completely forgot. Shit, I’m so stupid.”

You slowly limp to the bench in between the locker rows and sit down, massaging your knee.

“It’s fine Jungkook,” you mutter in pain.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again.

“I know you are. I told you I’m fine. I just need to take some pain killers and rest it and I’ll be as good as new.”

You try smiling up at him to reassure him that you’re fine but he  wasn’t having it. He frowned and pouted apologetically.

You didn’t know what to do at this moment so you decide it’s time to go.

“I should get going and rest this knee,” you say as you get up and try to balance yourself.

“Wait,” Jungkook comes up and settles you back down on the bench. He’s on his knees, looking up to you while holding both your hands.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says.

“No, it’s oka-”

“Please, Y/N. I want to make you feel good,” he says lowly.

That’s when you notice the darkness in his eyes. Lust filled eyes looking back at you expectantly.

“W-what?” you mumble. “How?”

“I gave you that injury,” he says guiltily as he let’s go of your hands and places them on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. “So it’s only fair that I make you feel good.”

Before you can say anything, he leans up and kisses your lips softly. This was a huge contrast compared to the passionate, desperate kisses from before.

As you kiss back, he reaches for your waist and pulls down your shorts. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to come off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he leans back up to kiss your lips.

He then places one of his hands above your clothed core and slowly rubs it in circles.

“Jungkook,” you moan against his lips.

“Yes, baby?” he asks looking you in the eye.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Right then he slips his hand underneath the waist band of your underwear and rubs your clit. “Then so be it.”

Your back arches at the sensation, your head thrown back, allowing him the opportunity to attach his lips against your neck.

He sucks a bruise you know will be there later. You’ll just blame it on the injury, you thought.

He soon sticks two fingers in your entrances and begins pumping in a slow rhythm.

“Shit,” your eyes roll back.

“You like that baby?” Jungkook mutters against your neck.

“Fuck, more. I need more,” you moan.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Jungkook,” you moan quietly.

“Louder,” he says as he curls his fingers in you.

“Jungkook!” you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the empty locker room.

“Thank you baby,” he says as he detaches himself from your neck leans down lower toward your naval. He removes his fingers so he can take off your underwear.

Before you can question his absence, you feel his tongue lick your core.

Your back arches against nothing while a whimper comes out.

Jungkook looks up and doesn’t break eye contact with you while he continues to lick at your clit while pumping his fingers in your entrance.

“You like that baby?” he mumbles against your core.

“Y-yes,” you moan. “Fuck,” you whimper when he begins to suck on your clit.

You reach down and entangle your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby.” He begins pumping really fast while sucking on your clit. The sensations are too much and with loud moan you’re coming. He begins to pump slowly, riding out your high before pulling out and kissing your lips.

He then gets up and opens his locker to get a towel. He cleans you up quietly, while you sit there trying to catch your breath. After he’s done, he puts his towel back in his locker while you pulled your shorts  and underwear back up.

You get up and he turns around to look at you.

“Well I better get going,” you start. “Umm, thank you for this, I guess.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smirks.

You chuckle nervously. “Yeah, well I’ll see you around.” You begin to walk away before he catches your arm.

“Wait!”

You turn around and face him as his eyes flicker down to the floor.

“Yeah?” you question.

“Do you want to go out some time? I know usually this process is the other way around but I really like you.” He grabs both of your hands and leans forward. “So do you want to go out with me?”

Before you could say anything, you had to clear up some things.

“Wait, if you like me, then why were you such an asshole to me? You fucking injured me for fucks sake.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “That was too far, wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. I don’t know,” he sighs in defeat. “It’s just that I don’t know how to act around you.”

“You could have just talked to me like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t know another way to get your attention. Every guy is all over you and I didn’t know what to do. I thought this rivalry would get us somewhere but it just did the opposite. I’m sorry, I’ll never hurt you again.”

He looks at you waiting for an answer but you stay quiet. Should you date him? He did cause your injury but then again it wasn’t necessarily intentional. There was a genuinely innocent motive behind it.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go out with you,” you say looking down. That’s when you realize he’s still shirtless. A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you look back up.

“Umm, do you mind putting on a shirt? It’s a bit distracting.”

He smirks, “Anything for you babe.”

After you’ve gathered all your things, you begin to head out.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.

“If you don’t mind …” you begin.

“Not at all,” he smiles.

All of a sudden he picks you up bridal style and walks to his car.

“And maybe we can have round two,” he suggests.

You laugh. “You’ll have to earn round two.”

“Challenge accepted.”


A/N: Thank you everyone for being patient and please make sure to stick around for more to come. 

2

She fell in love with him when she was only six years old, soft pink sweaters and blonde pigtails completely infatuated by dark wavy hair and suspiciously wise, stormy blue eyes. He was like something she had seen before, their was something about the way his head hung a little too low, almost as if he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders a feeling six year old Betty Cooper was all too familiar with.

It had never been easy growing up in the Cooper household, the familiar motto hung on a plaque by the front door “a place for everything and everything in its place.” But perhaps the one thing that had no place was the troubled blonde child hidden in the shadows, scarred palms holding onto a stuffed orange kitten. She would never be Polly Cooper, she wasn’t nearly as beautiful as her sister and her mother let that be known daily, for Alice Cooper looks were the most important thing a girl could have, it didn’t matter that Betty was incredibly intelligent for her age or the fact that at only six years old she had changed more tires than half the men in the small towns mechanic shop, she wasn’t beautiful and she wasn’t enough.

Her father didn’t want to get involved, if he caught her crying to herself under the kitchen table, he would simple touch her cheek with two fingers and whisper “it gets better sport, hang on.” And so she did, she hung on. She hung on tight.

She did however have one escape and that was getting lost in fantasies of her beanie wearing knight in shining armor, they didn’t speak, to be fair Jughead Jones never spoke to anyone, he kept to himself, eerily similar to Betty. One day Betty had brought up her thoughts to her older sister and had received the dirtiest look she had ever seen

“The Jones family is bad news, word around town is his mom beats him up on the daily, you stay away from him, nothing good can come of those people.” Polly had spit, her face scrunched up in disgust.

So Betty did, Betty always did what was asked of her, she never argued, she never fought, she simply agreed and went about her business, eyes downcast and fingers itching to tear into the skin of her soft palms.

“Betty! Get out of that garage and get going to school, you don’t need another Tardy on your attendance.” The shrill voice of Alice Cooper called from inside, effectively tearing Betty out of her reminiscing, she had no idea why Jughead Jones was on her mind this morning.
The gorgeous blonde pushed a stray piece of honey blonde hair out of her face as she wiped her grease stained hands on her pants, she had been working on getting an old Camaro up and running, she had even taken the gorgeous cherry red classic home from her fathers shop to work on overnight, she needed this car to work, it could sell for good money.

“Elizabeth!”

Betty rolled her eyes, dropping her wrench with a clatter and heading inside

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” She grumbled, zooming past her mother and grabbing an apple

“Aren’t you going to get changed?” Alice asked, her nose wrinkled in disgust at Bettys plain blue jeans and loose white t shirt, a permanent oil stain smudged across her cheek as she shook her head and headed for the front door.

“I’ll see you when I get home.” She called, slamming the door and finally exhaling. That woman always exhausted her, she was glad to escape to school. The walk to Riverdale took her about ten minutes tops, immediately Jumped by her best friend Veronica Lodge as soon as she stepped foot onto the hall.

“Guess who finally managed to get daddy to agree to letting me have the Porsche?” Veronica clutched Betty’s arm, her dark maroon nails digging into Betty’s arm as she bounced excitedly.

Betty laughed
“I’m guessing it’s you?”

Veronica threw her hands in the air and posed
“Bingo.” She grinned.

The blonde and the black haired best friends continued on their walk to the lockers

“I’m jealous. You better let me take a look at the inside of the hood, you never know how those German mechanics work, they could ship it down here just to have it break down in a week.” Betty pat the raven haired beauties shoulder affectionately.

“You really think I’d ever drive a car without having you look at it. It’s just one of the many perks of having you as a best friend."Veronica wiggled her eyebrows teasingly as they arrived at their lockers.

Betty rolled her eyes with a smirk as she looked up from the inside of her locker, her eyes catching on the very person who had been running through her mind all day, she leaned against the locker beside hers, messy ponytail pressing into the cool metal as Jughead Jones, popped his head phones in and shoved books into his satchel, he was so good looking it was sometimes hard to watch, his lean figure was lined with muscle and the way his arms flexed under the flannel he wore when he bent down was enough to have Betty drooling all over herself, if that wasn’t enough there was the fact that his mouth was the literal definition of perfect, heart shaped and deliciously pink, waiting to be..

"Excuse me, Jane Eyre? Do you want to stop pining for about five seconds and pick up all the books that have spilt from your bag.” Veronica grinned cockily, her eyes sparkling at her goofy friend.

Betty looked down quickly and groaned, sure enough her book bag was unzipped and all of her papers and books were scattered on the floor

“Great” she mumbled, looking up at Veronica who was still grinning “are you gonna help me or just laugh at my misery.”

Suddenly the dark haired girls eyes lit up
“Sorry Betty but Archie’s coming this way, be right back.” With those final words she flew down the hallway, heels clicking as she jumped into her boyfriends arms.

Betty sighed
“Gotta go Betty, gotta go make out with my boyfriend in this very public hallway, I can’t spend two seconds helping you pick up your endless amounts paper from the ground” she mocked playfully, blowing another stray strand of hair out of her face. Reaching for her notebook, a large tanned hand covered her own, Betty’s eyes went wide as she stared at the familiar looking combat boots squatted before her.

“Quite the friend you’ve got there.” Jughead jones smiled lazily , handing her the notebook as he helped her stand.

Keep your cool Betty Cooper, stay calm
“Yeah, well she’s a little… distracted.” Her eyes flickered to the couple currently making out in front of some poor freshmans locker.

“I see” Jughead smiled, shoving his NOW empty hands into his pockets

Betty swallowed slowly
“Thankyou. For ya know, helping me. My books just can’t manage to stay in my bag.” She shrugged delicately.

“Well it’s better than your lunch running away.” Jughead joked visibly wincing at his poor excuse at humor.

Fortunately for both of them the first period school bell rang, causing the shuffle of students.

“Well…thanks again.” Betty smiled sincerely, hiking her bag over her shoulder, just as she was about to walk away the dark haired boy placed a hand to her forearm, the space he was holding seemed to burn under his touch and he seemed to notice too, staring down at his hand before removing it quickly, his hand came up to her face and gently brushed at a spot on her cheek.

“You’ve got a little..” he trailed off holding up his palm to reveal the oil on his hand.

Betty blushed bright pink
“Oil.” She spoke quietly “see you around Jughead Jones.”

His eyes snapped to hers

“See you around Betty Cooper”

Oh yeah Jughead you definitely will be seeing me around.

pastelynch  asked:

Hi!! if you are still doing prompts: Neil overworking himself and blowing out his arms again? and Andrew comforting him? i'm jumping on the angst train. Also i love your writing! it's so nice to read :)

(thank you darlin, sorry it took a while!)

Neil’s vision judders a little bit, like exhaustion is picking him up and shaking him. He can feel the sharp sting of sweat in his eyes and the open wound of his lungs, and the net looks farther away every time he blinks.

“Again,” Kevin calls. “But without your form crumpling in on itself.”

Neil grits his teeth. “I don’t see the point,” he says for the dozenth time. Kevin’s getting him to run drills with his left hand, and missing easy targets is starting to run cold and tedious. It’s a lesson in humility, maybe. Some sort of sociopathic vindication on Kevin’s part.

“You’re only half an athlete,” Kevin replies firmly. “Half your potential is squandered every time you hit the top of whatever box you’ve put yourself in and just accept it.”

Neil twirls his racquet and tosses it from one hand to another. He doesn’t like the weight of it in his wrong hand. His left bicep is screaming at being used so much, and his stronger arm is twitching jealously. He feels like he’s trying to talk without his tongue for no reason.

“If I’m using the wrong arm I’m just making myself a smaller box,” Neil argues. “It’s not necessary. Just because you have a handicap doesn’t mean you should impose it on everyone else.”

Kevin stiffens in the goal, and Neil can see his fingers spasming from halfway across the court.

“Fine. Limit yourself. You’ve never used even a fraction of your potential.”

“Then teach me,” Neil challenges. “Stop trying to prove something about your own versatility and help me hone my strengths. Or do you want to lose, next month?”

Kevin drops his racquet and it makes a wrenching clatter. “I’m going to win. If you’re not going to put in the effort then you can teach yourself.” He collects his fallen equipment on his way out of the court, the tendons in his neck straining the whole time. Neil looks back out towards the outer court where Andrew is watching, sprawled backwards on his hands with his head cocked.

Kevin meets up with him and jabs one hand back towards Neil, speaking in intense sentences punctuated by backwards looks. Andrew accepts whatever he’s saying by refusing to react, his face a perfect balance. Neil tries to watch the shape of their mouths but he can only see Andrew properly, and he’s not talking.

After thirty seconds of one-sided bitching Kevin makes a production of stalking off, and Andrew quietly follows behind. Something annoyed throbs in Neil’s stomach. He foolishly expected Andrew to come and confront him instead, maybe even end up taking his side.

He tightens his grip on his racquet and seethes in frustration, testing his left grip then right, left then right, until the difference feels too huge to be real, an uncrossable gulf.

He remembers detachedly when his now preferred racquet felt impossibly heavy. He remembers when he would rather have seen Andrew gone from the team than in his bed.

He looks back at the bucket of balls and the empty court, and everything tightens up: the muscles in his left arm, the walls of the court, that uncrossable gulf. Ichirou’s warning — the barbed wire around his heart —tightens too.

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ISAAC LAHEY X READER

COLD

Desc: Isaac comes to reader seeking help one night, after being locked in the freezer and emotionally traumatized. 

x

For her, there had been nothing out of the ordinary about that night. She sat atop her thick layers of quilts, school papers spread across the bed as she tapped her pencil rhythmically to the soft music coming from her phone. The girl yawned and reached for a sip of hot tea before lazily stretching her legs out and pulling her hair up, a yelp of surprise tumbling off her lips when a face appeared in the reflection of her window. She jumped up at once, rushing over to pull the frame open, the cool night breeze instantly fluttering against her skin.

“Isaac?!” she breathed in surprise.

He was ghostly white, blue, almost, and his teeth chattered as he gave a small tilt of his head, unable to formulate his speech.

“Oh my god, come on, come,” the girl mumbled frantically, hoisting her hands under his arms and pulling the freezing cold werewolf into her cozy and warmly lit bedroom.

She blocked out the starry sky with her blinds and quietly locked her door before giving her attention back to the disheveled boy who sat collapsed on her floor. He wore a grey jacket and ripped black jeans, and his curly honey hair was a mess atop his pale skin. She quickly sunk to his side, pressing a palm to his cheek and reeling back with the cold that stung her. His icy blue eyes tried helplessly to search hers, but she was already on her feet and seizing the blankets from her bed and wrapping them snugly around him. She pulled him into her bed before he could protest, and forced her hot teacup into his shaking hands, his slender fingers wrapping around the hot surface eagerly.

“Drink,” she demanded.

Isaac did as commanded, a warm flush starting to spread in his face once more. He brought his hands around his knees, trying not to quake as he looked over the worried expression on the pretty little thing in front of him.

“Better?” she asked softly.

“A little cold still,” he admitted.

“Oh…” she paused, looking him over for a second before making her mind up at once as she pulled her body into the werewolf’s. He inhaled sharply with surprise, his heart racing as he felt two arms wrap tightly around his body, her body snuggling against his and instantly sending warmth to his freezing flesh. She placed her cheek against the crook of his neck, breath sending tingles of electricity into him.

“Thank you,” he managed at last.

She squeezed him lightly, her bright eyes blinking up at him with concern, “Isaac?”

He hated how just the way she said his name would drive him crazy, and responded with a small grunt.

“Did your dad, did he-” she shook her head, “did he lock you in the freezer?”

“Yes,” he said flatly, as if it was routine by now.

They’d brought it up a couple times before, but he always changed topic quickly, not liking to discuss the matter, and never once had she seen him experience it firsthand, or show up like he had that night.

“Oh my god,” she pulled back, and Isaac stared at her with yearning for her to stay in his arms. “I won’t even bother asking if you’re okay,” she shook her head.

“I’m okay,” he lied.

“No you’re not Isaac,” she rubbed her fingers against her temples, “why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, why are you coming for help now?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his curls over his eyes, his words almost inaudible, “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

She just sat there like a deer in the headlights, and he could hear her heart shattering for him in that moment.

“You’ll always have me,” she stated, “I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly.

“No, Isaac,” she insisted, fingers crawling under his jaw so as to force his blue eyes to her own, “I don’t ever want you to be like that again.”

He nodded, meaning it this time.

“You should sleep,” she sighed at last, trailing her fingertips lightly against Isaac’s jaw before removing them from his skin.

“I won’t be able to,” he admitted, “because, well, the nightmares…So I can leave, if you want.”

“I don’t want that,” she insisted, “stay, please.”

He sighed with relief, examining the girl who examined him right back.

“What’s it like?” she mumbled. “If you don’t mind answering.”

“Hell,” he responded instantly. “Ironic, considering the cold,” he laughed bitterly, “but, it’s hell. I can’t move, it’s just these walls caging me in, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I know when I get out he’ll just hurt me again, and I-” he stopped, teeth clenched, eyes fluttering closed.

She didn’t know what else to do, so she hugged him. She barreled into his front, locking her arms around his neck and bringing her fingers gently through his honey hair, feeling him whimper against her, rocking his body slowly as he cried softly into her shirt. She could smell his dark cologne, feel his tears, the quiet shakes of his body, but she embraced him further, giving her every piece of love to the boy in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” he wiped at his misty eyes and pulled away with embarrassment. 

“Don’t be,” she answered, “I should’ve stayed quiet.”

“No, it’s good to tell someone,” he admitted. “It’s just stupid that I cry.”

“It’s not stupid, it’s human,” she reassured gently.

“But I’m not human,” he laughed, a smile tickling his lips as they spread into that grin she loved.

“Oh, right,” she giggled, “but you know what I mean.”

“And you still think the same of me, even with what I am?” he asked nervously.

“I think better,” she said, “because you’re a fighter, Isaac Lahey. My fighter.”

“Yours?” he breathed.

“Oh, well yeah, I just…” her cheeks went searing red, but he only smiled.

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know?” he smirked, listening in to the flutter in her chest.

“Oh god, oh right,” she said, trying to calm her heart, but silently freaking out when it only sped up under Isaac’s lingering intense gaze.

His eyes flickered down to her chest and back up, something registering on his face. “It stopped,” he said.

“What?”

“Your heart, it stopped just now,” he repeated. “Why-I mean how-well what-” he stammered in confusion, but was silenced at once with the set of lips that molded lightly into his own. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing as he sunk into her kiss, his hand coming gently to cup her cheek as he nudged himself deeper into her mouth, drunk off her taste at once. The girl dipped her lips in roughly for the briefest of seconds before retreating, her nose pressed lightly to Isaac’s, giving him one more peck before releasing him altogether.

“So did yours,” she whispered.

Isaac beamed radiantly at her, “and how would you know that?”

“I don’t need to have super hearing to know when I’ve caught you off guard,” she smiled.

“You’ve got me,” the werewolf’s lips twitched.

“And, how do you feel?” she asked.

He paused, eyes crinkling with genuine happiness, the first happiness he’d felt in a long time.

“Warm.”

Dead (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

There had been whispers about it. Jeff wasn’t a drinker to begin with. He was always the designated driver and even when he wasn’t he never had more than two or three beers. That particular night you’d been absolutely bombarded with math and science homework. He’d begged you to come to the party with him. You’d thought about it, but declined in the end. He kissed your cheek and told you he wanted to go to breakfast in the morning and that he’d be there to pick you up at 9:30. You wouldn’t be going to breakfast. In fact the next time you saw your boyfriend it was under very different circumstances. It was six hours later in the middle of the night. He was in a body bag. He was dead. Over what they called a drunk driving accident. Jeff was deemed drunk by most everyone at the scene. Everyone except you and his mother. Of course your opinion on how it happened didn’t matter as much as the fact that he was dead, whether he’d been drunk or not. You’d gone spiraling out of control. So much so that your mother forced you to take the rest of the semester off of school, joining independent studies. It didn’t do any good. You just felt more lonely. Jeff’s presence lacked even more and there was rarely a distraction. You didn’t feel any better about him being gone by the time you had finished your time in independent studies. You felt the same as when you’d first entered independent studies, so you had no problem when it came time for you to come back to school. Still a zombie, of course, and it didn’t help that your friend Hannah Baker had committed suicide during your absence from school. You knew you looked bad. You knew you had dark circles under your eyes. You knew you’d broken out from not eating right or regularly. You knew your hair was in the bun because you hadn’t bothered to shower, turning to perfume and deodorant instead. You opened your locker, shoving your books into it, you were back at it. Everyone was in their usual spots, nothing had really changed since you’d left. Except that Jessica and Justin were no longer together. Zach had gotten dumped by your best friend after the tapes were released. He’d known too much, she said, to keep it all a secret from the people who deserved to know. He’d borderline stalked her for a while. She’d threatened to move across the country with her aunt and uncle if he didn’t leave her alone. So he did. Nothing changed with Bryce. At least not yet. The fact that he was a rapist had gotten out. You’d heard things about Bryce and girls and parties, but not about Jessica and Hannah. You hid your face in your locker as you looked at your phone. You got a text every morning from Jeff’s mother. They varied in what they said. Today’s said “hello beautiful, your mom said I could pick you up after school and we could go to the mall. We also want you to stay for dinner.” You had your license but you hadn’t wanted to drive and your parents hadn’t trusted you to drive since Jeff’s accident. You were scared of cars now. You were also scared of alcohol.
“You’re back.” You hear from behind you. You turn to see Justin Foley. There’s concern in his eyes, like he knows that there’s a great chance you don’t want to be talking to him. And that you won’t forgive him. Forgive him for staying quiet when anything but that would have been a better option. He’d stayed quiet knowing his friend had raped not only Hannah baker, who would of course go on to kill herself, but his own girlfriend.
“Yeah.” You responded, not looking up from your phone as you texted Mrs. Atkins back.
“You look good.” He smiled at you. You locked your phone and slammed your locker closed, startling Justin.
“I’ve learned to accept pity but I’ll never accept being lied to, Foley.” You looked him dead in the eyes before moving to walk away.
“Seriously, Y/N! Given the circumstances you look really good. I don’t know how many people could survive what you’ve gone through.” By the end of his message he’s just white noise and you continued to walk.
“I’m not so sure I did.” You mumbled, leaving the jock in the dust. You knew he’d been having his own struggles. Hell, he’d been having his own problems since the day he’d been born to his waste of space mother. But that boy had let himself become a bystander for rape on account of somehow owing it to his rapist friend. There was no use telling him what you thought, he knew he was in the wrong and he’d heard it a lot. Marcus smiled at you as you continued down the hall. You found yourself walking towards him.
“Hey Y/N how are y-” you cut his formalities off.
“Is Y/FN at school yet?” Marcus was quite obviously caught off guard. His words fumbled together a bit.
“Uh, well, yeah. She tends to not go through the halls a lot anymore. She avoids us a lot.” Marcus explained. He didn’t give much eye contact.
“I knew that much, thanks.” Again, you were stopped before you could walk away.
“Will you guys ever talk to me again?” Zach’s familiar voice took over.
“This is your first attempt to talk to me as far as I’m concerned.” You crossed your arms. He looked as though he was in an extreme amount of pain.
“I’ve called and texted you for months.” Zach looked at the ground.
“One text of the many was you asking about me. The rest was you trying to get to Y/FN because she blocked you on everything. Your motives were not the most selfless, Zach Dempsey. Reassess yourself and your self righteous nature.” You spun on your heels and walked out of the room. You see your best friend talking to a girl named Skye, one of the only people either of you could stand the be around in the school anymore.
“Saw you talking the some henchmen.” Skye said, staring at her fingernails, which were painted black.
“Strictly to see where you were.” Skye smiled a little. Y/FN turned and hugged you.
“I’m glad you’re back, normal is what you need right now.” She said. Once you pulled away from your best friend, you saw someone coming. Clay Jenson. Lanky, kinda dorky Clay Jenson. The Clay Jenson that brought you free candy and free movie ticket vouchers after Jeff died. But this was also, and most certainly not least, the Clay Jenson featured on the tapes. The Clay Jenson that knew girls got raped, that knew a lot about the night Jeff died. Including that it wasn’t Jeff’s fault at all. In fact, he knew he wasn’t drunk and that it was Sheri that was drunk and had caused Jeff’s death. There was a handful of people that knew it wasn’t Jeff’s fault. The people that were featured on the tapes. Clay was featured on the tapes and so was Justin and so was Marcus and so was Zach. They saw you yanked out of school for being mentally unstable and not being able to understand how Jeff did this and why he was drunk at all. There were answers, and no one gave them to you until the tapes were handed to the police. You knew when the public knew. Nothing hurt more than that. And that’s why you hated those boys. And Courtney and Jessica and Alex and Tyler and every other god forsaken person who earned themselves a tape by being an insensitive asshole.
“Hey Y/N.” You looked over at Clay, his hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stared at you nervously. You looked at him, blinked twice, and looked away.
“You look good.” Silence.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You can feel Clay looking at you, but you won’t look at him. There’s a short pause.
“Y/N I know I should have said something to you as soon as I knew but it was a lot more complicated than it se-” you found yourself waving your hands in the air begging him to stop speaking.
“You’re going to listen for a moment.” Clay nodded, finally able to make eye contact with you.
“Jeff and I were going to apply to all the same colleges, did he ever tell you that?” Clay nodded his head. You and Jeff had already planned on marriage. Everyone knew it.
“Did you know we were going to share an apartment right away instead of dorms?” Clay gulped, looking at the other two girls nervously.
“He talked about you constantly, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“People have been talking about me constantly. It’s my turn to speak.” Clay shut his mouth quickly.
“Wanna know something I’m sure you weren’t aware of?” Clay’s eyes filled with more fear by the second.
“Did you know that the day after I saw Jeff dragged away in a body bag is the day I miscarried our baby?” Clay knew he wouldn’t speak but his mouth fell open from the shock and not knowing what else to do.
“So yeah, maybe you can forgive yourself for not always being there for Hannah. And maybe Jessica will forgive Justin someday and maybe, just maybe Y/FN will give Zach another chance. But guess who doesn’t have the tools or the people to move on? Me. My boyfriend is dead and my baby is dead. And my future relies on me being a zombie through life, hopefully getting decent enough grades to shuffle through the rest of my life because there will never be someone who makes me feel and love the way Jeff did. And I’ll never be able to have a baby made up of more love. Everything will be me settling because the best of what life has to offer is quite literally dead.” The bell rings but no one moves, and everyone just looks at you as hot tears stream down your face.
“Y/FN, go tell Zach how much you still love him and how much you’re willing to fight for each other. And Skye, tell Clay how you’ve been in love with him since the sixth grade and how you’d be really pumped to go out with him. Because life’s short and sometimes even shorter than expected. No time is put on this earth to be wasted. Love each other.” You let out a shaky breath before turning and heading to English class. Jeff would be proud. In that moment you knew maybe you would be fine.

Opinionated Riverdale Highlights

Episode 11:

•Who else wanted to slap Cole/Jughead with the whole “slit your wrists in a good way” thing? Like boy why did you agree to say that?

•Alice my queen, why you gotta do FP like that? Also who called you in the restroom?

•Betty I know your mom can be a bitch, but you better start showing some damn respect for the women.

•Veronica I think you need to know the definition of friendship.

•Archie my boy, stay away from relationships you really need to take time for yourself after all you’ve been through.

•Jughead my oblivious lil bean your dads kinda involved and wants to flee, he loves you tho.

•Joavin? Yeah it was hard to remember a moment since they weren’t really granted one, way to go there writers.

•Josie and the Pussycats who? Oh they sang a song to “fulfill” some of they’re Screentime.

•Hermione needs to swim to surface she’s too deep in denial.

•FP you’re being framed my man. (okay I kinda think maybe Joaquin rated him out so he can live happily ever after with Kevin).

•Sheriff is that really how you search? That’s terrible, a search warrant doesn’t require you to fuck up somebody’s property unless you have already found something beforehand and you got nothing but a call you lousy cop.

•I get the arrest I do. But really just for a gun? Like our constitutional right to bear arms in our own property??

•Polly my dear why the hell would you drink something given to you by the Blossoms it’s like you’re asking for death.

•Someone get Cheryl a therapist pronto.

•Hades called, he wants the Blossoms back.

•And omg who knew The Blossoms were such Beauty & The Beast fans with the whole East/West wing don’t cross thing.

•And omg Clifford wears wig what a loser, did you see how offended he got when Polly caught him?

•Hal I hate your guts and hope you choke on that peach pie.

•Mary why you gotta do Fred like that,
I get it your a mom, but seriously where have you been for Archie all this time to make such requests.

•FP & Fred should run away together.

•Also Reggie is nonexistent in Riverdale at the moment. (I don’t wanna hear any of the Ross was busy bs).

•A Homecoming dance that only includes certain characters even though Jughead specifically narrated that ‘everyone’ shows up.

•Oh and RAS i know a couple fic writers who would have written this better. Boom! *mic drop*

***Feel free to add on***

Selfless Love - part 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 698

Warnings: None

A/N: More gooey fluff, try not to puke.

Selfless Love - Masterpage 

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

You gazed into the mirror and gave a nod of appreciation. Your long dress hugged your body like skin, revealing curves that everyone would die for. You smiled, checking your teeth for lipstick, and walked to the kitchen. The sound of your heels clicking on the floor caught Sam and Steve’s attention.

Sam made a funny sound, halfway between a whistle and a sigh. He took your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Look at us,” you said with grin, “all dressed up to the nines.”

“Not everyone,” Sam replied with a nod towards the kitchen island where Bucky was standing.

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"Oh my God. You're in love with her."

Harry was sitting at his desk working. Not stealing glances at Draco every chance he could get. They had just closed a case and were filling out the paperwork. Harry finished his report and looked up. Draco was staring off into space, a small smile on his face.

“What are you so happy about?” Harry asked. Draco flushed.

Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door of their shared office space.

“Come in,” Harry called. He made a mental note to pester Draco later about his smiling and whatnot.

A woman with black hair and fancy clothes stepped in. She didn’t even glance at Harry, but instead went straight to Draco’s desk. Draco stood and greeted her with a smile. He gave the woman a hug and a delicate kiss on her cheek. Harry looked away.

“Astoria,” Draco said. “What are you doing here?”

“I was out and about in the Ministry and I thought I should come see you. Is now a good time?” She asked, glancing around at the paperwork on Draco’s desk.

Harry wanted to tell her that it was most certainly not a good time. They were very busy, thank you very much, but Draco spoke before he could.

“I’m almost done. Let me just finish this up and we can go get dinner?” Draco asked.

“That’d be lovely,” Astoria said. Draco looked over the report once more, wrote a few things down, then set his quill down.

“Harry, you wouldn’t mind sending this off for me, will you?” Draco asked.

Harry grit his teeth and without looking up said, “Sure.”

Soon, Harry heard the door open and close. He was alone. He stood to grab his and Draco’s reports. As he approached Draco’s desk, a base exploded behind him. Deep breaths, he told himself. Accidental magic hadn’t been a problem for him for a long while. But, he supposed there was a lot of firsts today.

Didn’t Draco say there wasn’t anyone special in his life? He always refused to meet anyone his mother wanted to set him up with. His family was desperate for an heir. Draco always refused, however.

Who was that girl?

A few months later…

“Harry! It was reckless. You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Draco practically yelled. His face was red and he was running his hand through his hair. He only did that when he was extremely agitated.

“I’m fine. Look at me: not even a scratch,” Harry argued.

“You’re ridiculous. That’s it. I’m filing for another partner. I cannot do this anymore,” Draco said. He turned to his desk, but Harry grabbed his arm.

“Oh c'mon you don’t mean that. You love me as your auror partner. The risk makes it more fun,” Harry joked.

Draco huffed, “It’s not funny. One of these days, you’re going to get yourself killed and then I’ll be left to deal with the backlash and paperwork.” Harry nudged him on the shoulder.

“Okay, okay. I promise I won’t put myself in unnecessary danger anymore. It wasn’t my intention to upset you. I’m sorry,” Harry apologized. Draco was still facing away from
him, but Harry could tell he was slightly more at ease.

“Fine,” Draco said curtly. “I’m still writing in my report that you were impetuous. Don’t come crying to me when Kingsley gives you a talking down to.” He turned to sit as his desk.

Harry smiled and said, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Harry copied him and made it to his own desk. He began the paperwork, but was interrupted by Draco.

“I was wondering if I could ask your advice on something,” Draco said.

“Sure,” Harry said, looking up expectedly.

“Well, Astoria’s birthday is coming up, in September,” Draco said and Harry tried not to wince, he really did. “But I don’t know what to buy her. I found this bracelet, but I don’t know if it’s too much. Maybe I should look for rings.”

Harry completely froze at the word ‘rings.’ This could not be happening. Draco stood and walked to the front of Harry’s desk.

He ignored his feelings and said, “In September? It’s July right now!”

“Its august tomorrow. I only ask you because I’ve never gotten gifts for… lady friends. I figured you would know with Granger and the Weaslette,” Draco said.

“Well, that’s hardly the same,” Harry said. They weren’t dating him. Sure, Ginny and him had dating once upon a time, but he never bought her a gift during that time. Buying for your friends was different than buying for your partners.

“Isn’t it?” Draco asked confusedly.

Harry ignored him and asked, “What does the bracelet look like?” Draco brought up his wand, and a picture floated in front of Harry. It was gorgeous. There were more diamonds than Harry could count and they were all aligned in a beautiful design to form what looked to be swans.

“Swans are her favorite animal. Is this too much?” Draco asked self-consciously. All Harry could feel was dreadful. It felt like their was a fifty ton weight in his stomach.

“Oh my God. You’re in love with her,” Harry muttered. Before, Draco could answer, Harry gathered up his stuff. He couldn’t look at Draco right now, he just couldn’t.

“Harry,” Draco said. But Harry couldn’t. He needed to get out of there now. “Harry wait,” Draco said as Harry made his way to the door.

“I forgot I have… plans. I need to go,” Harry’s aid hurriedly and he walked out, leaving Draco behind. He didn’t see Draco’s confused expression, or the patronus message he sent to Hermione.

As he was traveling down the elevator, it stopped on the Magical Creature Department floor. Hermione saw him and immediately pulled him out.

“Hermione! What are you doing?” Harry asked incredulously. He just wanted to go home and drink himself to sleep. Why couldn’t people let him do that?

“Harry, I need your help with something,” Hermione said she was dragging him through the room filled with cubicles and people.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow 'Mione? I want to go home,” Harry said.

“There’s an office that keeps raining. But it’s not water it’s raining, it’s mud,” Hermione said. She stopped at a closed door. It was an unoccupied office, but Harry didn’t need to know. He also didn’t need to know that Hermione was the one to spell it to rain mud.

Harry sighed and opened the door. Sure enough, the office was filled with mud and it was only getting worse.

“I would think you’d know how to fix this, Hermione,” Harry said. He raised his wand and cast, “Finite incantatem,” not really expecting it to work.

The office immediately stopped raining and Harry raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

“Oh, I didn’t think to use that spell. How silly of me,” Hermione said, a blush covering her face.

Harry stepped around her and said, “Alright Hermione, I need to get home now.”

Hermione waved him off. Again, as Harry had his back to her, he didn’t see a message patronus, this time delivering itself to Ron. He got back into the elevator and made his way all the way to the atrium, where the floo was. As he stepped out, Ron stepped up to him.

“Ron? What are you doing here?” Harry asked quizzically.

“Just wanted to surprise Hermione,” Ron said, holding up a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Oh,” Harry replied.

“But while I got you here, I was wondering if I could get your advice on something,” Ron said. Harry remembered being asked the same thing by Draco and he wanted to go home now more than ever.

But he stayed and asked, “What’s up?”

“Er, well Hermione and I had a little argument over… the dishes. Yeah, the dishes. She said that she wants to hand wash them the muggles way, but I said spelling them clean is faster and better. It turned into a big fight. What should I do?” Ron asked.

“Well, the flowers are a good start. I would say to er, hand wash the dishes with her. It’s easy and you can get through dishes fast,” Harry said. Ron nodded.

“I’ll see you,” Harry said. He began to walk away but Ron grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” Ron exclaimed.

“What?” Harry asks, bewildered.

“How do you hand wash dishes? I’ve no idea,” Ron said and Harry sighed.

“I’m sure Hermione will show you. I need to go now Ron,” Harry pleaded. Why did everyone and their mother need to speak with him today?

Ron let him go grudgingly and Harry stepped away. When he made it to the fireplaces, he jumped in and said his address. The familiar tugging sensation overtook him, but before he made it home, he was thrown back into the Ministry. He tried it again twice with the same results. He switched to a different fireplace, but it still didn’t work.

Great, he thought, now the floo isn’t working.

Ten minutes later, he was out of the Ministry and above ground. Once he found a deserted alleyway, he apparated to his apartment. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he walked up to steps to his door. He used his wand to unlock the door and bring down his wards.

When he opened the door and turned on the light, yells of “Surprise!” rang through the house. He looked around and saw all of his friends: Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, Blaise, Neville, Seamus, Dean, everyone. At the front was the one and only Draco.

“Happy birthday Harry!” Hermione said.

“You guys didn’t really argue about dishes, did you?” Harry asked. Ron snorted and shook his head. Hermione stepped up to him and gave him a hug. He returned it.

“Thanks you 'Mione,” Harry said.

She shook her head and said, “Oh, don’t thank me. It was all Draco’s idea.” Harry released to look up at the man in question. Draco was biting his lip and looking unsure of himself.

“Thanks,” Harry said and Draco nodded. And the party began.

It was nice for Harry to talk to his friends and drink some beer. He had wanted something stronger, but he supposed he would have to wait. As the night passed on he tried to not follow Draco with his gaze everywhere, but old habits died hard. Draco was seemingly trying to keep to himself. Harry knew it must have been hard for him to contact everyone to invite them. Not everyone has made the best amends with him despite how much he had changed.

Everyone started to file out sometime after midnight. Most of them did have work tomorrow, after all. Harry closed the door behind Seamus and Dean, but didn’t turn around. He knew who was standing behind him. He wasn’t ready to face him even after all of this. Draco put a lot of effort into the party and Harry was grateful. But his heart was also shattered into a million pieces.

“Do you like the party?” Draco asked. Harry nodded and finally turned around.

“It was great. Thank you… Draco,” Harry said and Draco beamed.

Harry feigned a yawn and said, “But it was very tiring. Need rest for work tomorrow, you know.” He hoped Draco would take the hint.
Instead he said something completely unexpected.

“I believe you misunderstand my and Astoria’s relationship,” he said.

Harry’s eyebrows raised, “Oh?”

“We’re friends. Just friends. She helped me with something, that’s all. There’s nothing more between us,” Draco explained. Harry tired to squash the hope growing in his chest. He knew it couldn’t amount to anything.

“Why are you telling me this? Your love life has nothing to do with me,” Harry said.

Draco looked down at his feet and said, “Maybe it does.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present yet,” Draco said. He pulled a black box from his coat and stepped up to Harry. Hesitant hands took the box and opened it. Inside it was a beautiful watch. Lifting it, Harry looked at the back, where there was an engraving.

It said, “Just in case you lose yourself in time xxx”

“It’s marvelous,” Harry said.

“Yeah it is,” Draco said. Harry looked up to see Draco watching him. He was so close. His eyes flicked down to Draco’s lips and back to his eyes. Harry thought he could lose himself in those eyes forever. Draco leaned in until there was only a centimeter of space between them. He looked down at Harry’s lips and Harry lost it. He leaned in the rest of the way and their lips met. It was everything he ever hoped it would be. Draco’s lips were soft against his own. When their tongues met, Harry almost collapsed with pleasure.

After a few moments of this, Draco broke the kiss to murmur, “Happy birthday, Harry.” Then their lips joined again.


It was the best gift Harry had ever gotten.

Dark Nights (Part 5)

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Summary: Dean is recovering after going after the Alphas and gets a chance to have some calm time with the reader for once…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: A little bit of softer side with the boys…

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platonic? | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by mallverine

prompt: 7-“you make a good pillow” & 22-“you’re the only one I can trust”

you knock nervously on the front door of the andrews house, jughead had asked you to come over for a movie night and you weren’t sure to take it as a date or a purely platonic hangout.

sure you and jughead were close, but so was betty. the three of you worked long after school hours in the blue and gold office and often afterwards jughead would take you to pops and would always try and treat you but you always happily got the check.

the poor boy was homeless for god sakes, the least i could do was pay for some burgers and fries. you find yourself fiddling with your fingers when the door swings opening revealing one red headed archie andrews

“hey arch” you chirp as he greets you dragging you inside the small house, you spot archies dad in his study and you give him a curt wave “hey fred!” he gives me a small smile waving back before archie pushes me into the living room

you collide with a body and wince pulling back “my bad” you don’t even have to look up to know it was jughead, “glad you made it (y/n)” he smiles moving around you and into the kitchen

“are you blushing?!” you jump at the voices glancing to see your three friends, veronica, kevin & betty. “god you scared me!” you exclaim holding your hand on your heart

platonic hangout it was.

“did the boys not tell you?” betty asks giggling away “i didn’t really ask” i admit feeling a little stupid to think it’d just be the three of us, of course the others were going to be there.

moving toward the couch attempting to sit down in the empty spot next to veronica when your stopped “sorry im saving it for arch-he’ll be upset if he can’t sit next to me” she pouts.

a sign falls from your mouth, glancing to betty who’s curled up with kevin talking about god knows what on the other couch a space open next to her, you move toward it but betty stretches her legs out.

“oh come on!” you groan frustrated “you can sit next to your loverrrr” veronica purs dragging out the ‘r’

“he’s not my lover v!” you argue “who’s not?” eyes widening in sock as jughead walks into the room plopping himself down on the couch with a packet of raspberry twizzlers.

“no one” you mutter sighing to yourself, “(y/n) it’s your turn to pick a movie” archie announces as he moves to his seat next to veronica the raven haired girl snuggling into his chest.

“i hate choosing” you complain flicking through the movies before finally choosing one and let it play “you going to sit down or?” kevin teases.

turning to see only one vacant spot, in between the two boys themselves. swallowing your nervousness you sit yourself down between them making sure not to get too close to the brunette boy.

he laughs to himself and extends the candy out to you, taking a few from the bunch nibbling on them “what’d you choose?” jughead asks stuffing his mouth with candy.

“the day after tomorrow- it’s one of my favourites” i catch jughead smiling at me in the corner of my eye, “what?” i question giggling.

“nothing” he replies nestling into the couch as the movie begins, i notice veronica exchanges words with archie as he slowly moves closer to me, almost as if he was trying to push me toward jughead, 

oh my god what a little shit.

“stop wiggling for the love of god andrews!” i complain resting my head against the back of the couch

“your hogging the couch!” he exclaims making us at the raven haired go “could you maybe move over?” veronica asks batting her eyelashes at me

“i won’t bite i promise” jughead whispers to me, a chill running down my spine, i move closer to the boy our legs brushing each other’s.

i feel tense, not paying any attention to the movie and only to the contact between the raven haired boy & i. a few minutes pass before i notice jughead moving his arm behind me, subtle.

i suck in a breathe as he drapes his arm around my shoulder pulling me slightly into him “your so tense” he whispers chuckling, making sure that no one else could hear our conversation.

“im a little nervous” i reply, swallowing my fear and focusing to hard on the tv infront of us. “c'mere” he mumbles pulling my into his body my head on his chest

“you make a good pillow” i utter feeling his chest shake underneath me “you make a good blanket" he whisper back tightening his grip around me.

i could barley focus on what was happening in the movie, my whole body was on fire from the boys touch and i didn’t know how much longer i could sit still for until the others start moving off the couch.

i notice that the movies finished and move away from jughead stretching out my limbs letting out a slight yawn as everyone started to head home

“well i better head off” betty announces kevin standing with her “yeah sounds like a plan- arch could you take me home” the raven haired girl purs placing a hand on his chest.

“sure- (y/n) your staying for another movie right?” i shrug my shoulders “i guess i could stick around for another one” he smiles and grabs his keys whispering something to the raven haired boy before exiting the house.

leaving you and jughead alone, “what should we watch?” he hums flicking through netflix and he finds his spot next to me, a wav of confidence washes over me as i lay myself down my head snuggled into his chest.

he tenses at the touch then relaxes under my touch, his heart hammering in his chest “anything i don’t mind” i mumble moving myself around to get comfortable

he’s arm slips from the couch to my waist drawing small shapes in a calming manner, he mumbles something under his breathe as he aimlessly flicks through the movie selection.

you moved off his chest sitting up, “jug” you sigh gaining his undivided attention “are we platonic” you blurt looking him in the eyes.

his adams apple bobs as he swallows “do you want to be?” he asks worry evident in his eyes “no” you whisper back lowly

“good” he leans forward and presses his lips to yours in a sweet tender embrace, you kiss back your hands finding the back of his neck and his found your waist

you were tugged onto his lap, grinding softly into his hips and you continue to make out on the andrews couch. you break apart grinning from ear to ear “baby” he mumbles stopping your hips from the torture

“juggie” i sing song as we rejoin our lips once more turning into a heated make out session until the sound of clapping springs us apart

jughead bolts up letting me slip from his grasp landing flat on my ass. i wince and cuss as archie makes himself visible a smirk clear on his face

jughead rushes toward me offering me a hand up “oh my good (y/n) im so sorry” i stick my hand up shaking my head getting myself off the ground rubbing my hand over my tender ass cheeks.

“smooth” archie chuckles and i turn glaring at him “it’s your fault” i whine crossing my arms across my chest.

he backs away slowly and disappears up the stairs “ow” i complain feeling a hot breathe against my neck “jug” i complain as he places a kiss on my neck

“let me make it up to you” he begs continuing to kiss your neck tenderly earning quite whimpers from your lips “fine” you mutter turning to face him as he plants his lips on yours

and let’s just say, he sure did make it up to you.

BTS React to S/O Making Them Angry (1/3)

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The members had warned you that waking him up was a bad idea, but your excitement seemed to always make you forget it. And what were you excited about this time? Seeing him, of course! It had been awhile since you both saw each other and finally his free day arrived. Jin let you inside the dorm, being the only member awake so early, and tells you that Yoongi is still asleep. You walk quietly to his room, opening the door and smiling at his sleeping figure. Yoongi loved to sleep in a sideways fetal position, hands safely tucked between his legs. It was the complete opposite of his prickly personality. After grinning at his cuteness, you slowly crawl under his blankets, embracing him from behind. His body is surrounded by his own heat, which hovers around the space between the blanket and the bed. You close your eyes and rest your forehead on his back, happy to be engulfed by him again. This he doesn’t mind, and although asleep, he becomes aware of your presence. However, you are too excited to stay still and decide to sit up, lean over his body and kiss his cheeks. He stirs a bit, which makes you think he is waking up, so you whisper, “Morning. Are you ready for today?”

In response Yoongi glares at you and coldly asks, “…What do you want?” before closing his eyes again and snuggling back into position. 

You freeze, immediately feeling sorry for yourself…

The next 20 minutes involve you staring at his back, trying not to move so as to avoid irritating him more. Eventually, to your relief, Yoongi turns around and pulls you into a tight embrace. Although he was just asleep, his arms feel firm around your body. “Let’s just stay here a bit longer, okay?” He asks gently, kissing your forehead. While he can brush off his members with little remorse, he felt bad doing to it to you. This is his way of apologizing. You know he is sorry for speaking coldly, and just doesn’t have it in him to say so directly. You also know you should have expected a cold Yoongi so early in the morning. You learn your lesson the hard way, and decide to enjoy his strong arms, his warmth and his gentle scent.

JIMIN

You don’t know what you had done to nag at his temperament, but here he was smiling away his irritation. Jimin isn’t one to embrace his full anger. Instead he will quietly smile or laugh through it in an avoidance of causing a dramatic scene. Seeing him act this way, a little more dismissive from this morning, causes you to feel insecure. How can you, of all people, irritate him without knowing? Would it be better if I stayed away from him for a bit…? You eventually distance yourself, scared that your presence will just irritate him more. When the guys finish practicing, and Jimin comes back into the room, he sits next to you, drinking his water. You quietly fumble your fingers, not sure what you should say to him…and he notices.

“Y/N?”

“Huh? Oh, hi~” you smile meekly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… Are you?” You ask timidly. He raises his knee to let his arm rest on it and looks at you, puzzled.

“I’m sorry if I made you angry earlier…I didn’t mean to,” you say, lowering your gaze. A moment of silence passes before his right arm wraps around your shoulders, gently bringing you closer.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I should have told you,” he says quietly. “Instead I let you suffer alone all afternoon.”

“What? No! This is my fault.” You look at him earnestly, “Tell me what I did.”

“It was me, okay? I just became irritated is all. Nothing you did caused it.” He rubs your arm gently with his hand and you can feel his muscles tense with the movement. 

You lean your head in the crook of his neck and he holds you tighter.

“You are so sweet Jiminie….You are always so sweet, ” you say, closing your eyes.

“ Are you okay now? Are we okay” He asks quietly.

You nod and lean into his embrace, feeling safe and loved.

JHOPE

Similar to Jimin, his anger would flower into laughter. But unlike Jimin, Hoseok could potentially become sarcastic as well. He’d exaggerate his reaction, making the situation more of a joke than an actual serious moment. So you making him angry would be a little awkward, especially when instead of laughter, you receive sarcasm for a response. This is exactly what happened when Hoseok noticed that you hadn’t been practicing your dancing. You had both agreed to start a dance project together, which involved him teaching you some of his moves… but you have recently been slacking and he notices very easily.

As Hoseok sits and watches, you find yourself struggling to remember a step you had definitely learned. You freeze, a puzzled look flushing your face.

“What, don’t tell me you don’t remember,” He says sternly, standing up and walking closer towards you. “Try again.”

You start over, hoping that your body will remember despite your brain having forgotten. However, to no avail, you end up stuck on the same step. You hear him sigh loudly, as he adjusts his hat and walks to your bag to grab you a towel. 

“Here.” He says dryly, tossing the towel at you.

“I’m sorry Hobie. I just…I really want to get it right.”

“Oh yeah, keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll get there.” He mumbles, sitting back on the floor.

You stare at him, incredulous of his attitude, but completely aware that you probably deserve it. You look at your feet, unsure how to respond, and begin to daze into a cloud of guilt. You had promised him to work hard, since you know that “work hard” is all he ever does. He shouldn’t be wasting his time with me…he should be practicing for himself, you think. You feel tears forming in your eyes, so you bite your lip to find self control. When you finally compose yourself and look up, you see Hoseok standing before you, his eyes gently searching for yours. He sighs again, pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry for being harsh, Y/N. But I know you can do this. Please work with me here. We can be totally cool together!!” 

You dig your face deeper into his chest as you feel the tears inevitably falling down your cheeks. 

Illegal (Part 2)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 5.000k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.


“Jimin! They are looking for- Oh.” The browned haired guy stopped talking as soon as he noticed the girl kissing his cheek. You must have had a sad expression on your face because he sent you an apologetic smile, and stayed by your side during the whole scene.

You should have known better than to get attached to people by now. You have experienced all this before, and you knew the pain that you had felt, so why risk it all again?

You still were standing still, in the exact same position, looking at them. Jimin, however, had backed away from the girl and was scratching his neck nervously.

“Hey” The boy whispered “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You answered. Your voice trembled a bit, much to yours distaste, but you kept a smile on your face anyways.

“Well” Jimin said, clearing his throat “Jungkook, you were saying?”

“Oh, yeah, some people said that they wanted to talk to you. About that stuff” The brown haired guy, whose name was Jungkook, said. The colours drained from Jimin´s face as soon as he finishes talking, and you couldn’t help but to wonder why.

The wind starts to blow stronger and some leaves started to get stuck on your hair. Jimin laughed at your sight and you blushed, looking down at the hem of your dress.

It was quiet among the four of you for a while, the only background noise being some people´s loud cheers and the sound of engines running. You had a thousand questions running through your head right now, about whom that girl was and why she had kissed him. It didn’t make any sense to you. You actually thought that maybe, just maybe, he liked you, but once again, you were wrong.

Jungkook started walking away from you, into the middle of the crowd and waved at Jimin, mentioning for him to follow him. Jimin sent you two a small smile before going after him, leaving you two alone behind.

It continued to be quiet for a while until she spoke up.

“I’m Peyton, by the way.” She smiled nicely at you.

“Y/N. It’s nice meeting you.” You smiled back.

“I know who you are, I have heard a lot about you.” You widen your eyes at her statement, but she didn’t seem to notice, as she continued speaking “He is very handsome, isn’t he?” She pointed at Jimin and you nodded shyly, agreeing with her. She had a sad tone to her voice, like she felt bad or had regretted something that had to do with him.

“He is” You finally answer, playing with your dress. You focus on Jimin for a while, on the way he was smiling at people, and how relaxed he looked in the middle of everyone. He seemed to be very popular around here, adored by all, and you couldn’t help but to think about what he had seen in you to want to get to know you better. There were a ton of interesting people in this town, with life story that could go behind your imagination, yet, he had chosen you, and you were confused by it.

“I still remember the first time he came up to me” She said. You could see that she really cared for him, from the way she talked to the way she looked at him.

You had this feeling that she didn’t knew about the way you felt towards Jimin to be talking about him like that, but again, neither did you.

“I-I got to go, it’s getting late and my grandma must be waiting for me at home.” You said while starting to walk away. You brushed your hair behind your ears and smiled at her, apologetically. Even though you wanted to wait for Jimin and Jungkook to say goodbye to them, you just couldn’t handle the fact of Peyton talking about him like that without feeling a pain in your chest.

“Can’t you just stay for a few more minutes? I love your company!” She pleaded, battling her eyelashes at you. You had to admit that she was a very pretty person, with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, no wonder that Jimin liked her.

“I’m sorry but I really have to go. But it was very nice talking to you!” You said and walked away.

It was starting to get a bit cold and you regretted coming out here without bringing a coat with you. You rubbed your hands up and down your arms in hopes of warming yourself up while you thought about what had happened.

The way Jimin talked to you and looked at you, allied to what the green haired boy had said, made you feel like he did, in  fact, cared about you, and if you even dared to say, liked you. However, there was this whole Peyton thing. She was a very sweet girl, and nice too, and from the little talk you had with her you could see that she really liked Jimin. And he seemed to be found of her too, by the way he had reacted to her kiss.

It was at time like this that you would like to have Taehyung around, to just talk this all out. It may not seem like this for other people due to the fact that he is a bit air headed, but he is great at listening and giving advices.

You thought about calling him because you knew that he would pick up – he always stayed up late looking for new animal species on Wikipedia- but it was already late, and you were very tired.

You tried to walk as fast as you could to your grandmother’s house since you hated walking alone, especially at night.

The whole town had so much more to it than you imagined, so much life. It was a beautiful sight now that you think about it, with the lights, the people and the adrenaline.

You knocked on your grandma’s door and prayed that she was still awake, otherwise, you would have to sleep on the little wooden bench that she had on her front porch.

“Y/N? Is that you darling?” A voice said from the living room as you opened the door. She was sitting on the couch in her purple nightgown, watching the late night shows on Food Network.

“Yeah, it’s me, grandma.” You answered.

“So?” She asked, excited “How was it, your date?”

She patted the spot next to her on the couch as if mentioning for you to sit down next to her. The look of tiredness in her eyes seemed to disappear the moment you sat, cross legged, besides her.

“First, it wasn’t a date. And second, everything went just fine.” You said, relaxing your back against the sofa. You didn’t know whether or not you should tell her about the race, since you were almost sure that that wasn’t something they wanted other people to know about. Even if it was your grandfather that had taught him that.

“Whatever you say” She threw her hands in the air as a sign of defeat. “But, did you two kissed?”

“What?! Grandma!” You covered your face in embarrassment.

“What? Did you or not?”

“No!”

“You two are no fun! The first time your grandfather invited me somewhere, he kissed me right on the first minute. I slapped him away, but at least he made a move!”

You lay your head on her shoulders as she patted you lovingly on your head. She runs her wrinkled fingers through your hair and you close your eyes, relaxing at her touch.

“If my dad calls, don’t tell him about Jimin and all of this, me going out and such” You plead “He might get a heart attack if he gets to know that.”

“Okay sweetie”

“Thanks. I don’t want him to get worried unnecessarily.”

The both of you stayed like that for a while, not moving a single muscle. It felt good being next to your grandmother. She and your dad were the only people you allowed yourself to get attached to. And Tae has well, of course.

After your mother left you, your grandma called every day to check up on you. She was there during the whole things, right next to you and your father in case of any of you fell down again. And you were grateful for that.

“It’s getting a bit late, don’t you think?” Your grandmother said pointing at the clock that she had on the living room’s wall.

“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed now. Night grandma” You responded, kissing her cheek.

You get off the sofa and walk up the stairs, towards your bedroom. Changing tor your pyjamas and after brushing your teeth tiredly, you hop inside your bed, adjusting yourself to the covers and your head to your pillow.


“Glad you remembered my existence” Taehyung said into the phone speaker. You were laying flat back on your bed, staring at the ceiling, bored out of your mind when you decided to call him.

“What? Don’t tell me you were missing me already?” You joked.

“Oh, you could tell?” He laughed. You hear the sound of a woman’s voice in the background indicating that he was at his house, probably for his little brother soccer match, otherwise he would be at his apartment playing some random video games. Or Overwatch. That boy was crazy for Overwatch.

“Anyways” You hear him say “How is everything around there? Found someone to replace me yet?”

“I could never replace you, otherwise I wouldn’t have someone to pester me all day”

“Glad to know that” He replied.

“But I’ve met some cool people that I think you would like to be friends with. One of them pestered me so much yesterday that it reminded me of you.” You laugh. It was starting to be a little bit dark inside your room so you decide to get up and open the curtains more.

“Really? You have to introduce that person to me so that we can form an Annoy-Y/N-Association. But really, what is he like?”

“Well, his name is Park Jimin and- “ You start saying but get interrupted right away.

“Wait a minute. “his name”? Is he a boy? What does your grandmother think about that?”

“She loves it, even a little bit too much. She had even asked me if we had kissed yet.” You say.

“Well, and did you?” He pressed. When were you going to learn to keep your mouth shut.

“No, we are just friends. Besides, I think he likes someone else, and that person likes him too.” You say, sitting against the headboard.

“Oh, I’m sorry” He said.

“Don´t be, you didn’t do anything.” You laughed “Now tell me, what have you been up to?”

“You know, the usual. Nothing new ever happens around here. Do you know when you are coming back?” He asked.

“I still don’t know, two months, maybe? I want to make up to my grandmother for all the times I couldn’t visit, you know?”

“Yeah I see” He says and you her some muffling voices in the background” Look, Y/N, I would love to talk to you more but I have to go, my brother is being a pain in my ass. Call me if you need anything, okay? And don’t hesitate!”

“Don’t worry, I will. Bye Tae” You smiled even though you knew that he couldn’t see you.

“Bye Y/N, take care” He says and then hangs up.

You turn your phone off and put it on your jean’s back pocket. You let yourself stand still on the bed for a bit longer than necessary, breathing slowly with your eyes closed, before deciding to get out of your bedroom.

Your grandmother was outside, gardening, wearing a big yellow hat and some gardening gloves. She was watering the roses and cutting some of them out, along with their thorns, so that she could put them in the living room. You sat on the bench that was on the front porch and crossed your legs. You used to sit outside all day back at your home with your mother before she left. She used to tell you some of the small adventures she had lived and about the countries she had visited. Some other times she would invite you to go and help her around in the garden, which always resulted in the two of you getting wet by the hose.

“Oh, you are out here already?” Your grandmother asked, cleaning the sweat of her forehead with her hands.

“Yeah, Taehyung had to end the call so… Do you need any help?” You offer.

“No, no, it’s okay. I can do it.” She said. “But darling could you do me a tiny favour?”

“Yeah”

“Could you go to the kitchen and bring me a glass of water?” You nodded in response. Your grandma starts to hum a song to herself as you got up and walked inside.

It’s around four in the afternoon and the sun is up high. There are a lot of people outside, walking around, and stooping here and there to great her, and some of them actually asked if she needed any help, which she always declined.

You open the fridge and take out a bottle of cold water. Opening one of the cupboards, you take out one glass and fill it up.

By the time you get outside you notice someone talking to your grandma.

“There she is” She says, pointing at you. The minute she steps away from the person, you come face to face with someone very familiar. Park Jimin.

“Hey, I was just asking her about you.” He smiled “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come and hang out with us.”

“Us?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, me, Jungkook, Yoongi, Peyton and some others.”

“Oh,” You felt divided. On one hand you wanted to go and hang out with them since it seemed fun and they were very nice people to be around. On the other hand, there was this whole Jimin thing that you were trying to figure out. “I don’t know. My grandma needs me here and-“

“Nonsense” She interrupted. You didn’t even realize she was standing right behind you. “Y/N, you should go, have fun. Don’t worry about me, I‘ll be fine”

She shushed you out of her house with her gardening gloves and next to Jimin, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at her actions. You tried to argue as she did so, but it didn’t work out. Jimin didn’t say anything during the whole scene, as he just stayed back and watched with a big grin on his face.

“Don’t forget to call if you need anything!” She yelled when you and Jimin started to walk away.

“You left me quite worried last night ” He said after a while.

“Why?” You furred your eyebrows in confusion.

“When I went back, I didn’t see you anywhere. I asked Peyton about you and she said that you had already left”

“Oh, that. It was getting late and I got to go to my grandmother’s. And I didn’t tell you anything because I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I’m a big girl, you know?” You joked.

Unexpectedly, Jimin stopped as grasped your arm with his hand, pulling you back and making you collide with his chest. He slid his hand under your chin and you blushed at the contact. Embarrassed by your reaction, you tear your eyes away from him and focus on the ground.

“Hey” he said, tilting your chin up so that you were looking at his eyes. “Look at me. You would never in a million years, be a burden to me. I care about you, okay? And the idea of you walking around, alone at night, it just… If anything had happened to you I could never forgive myself.”

Your heart started to beat hard against your ribcage and your face became really hot. You have never blushed this hard in your entire life.

“Do you understand?” He asked, his eyes going back and forth between yours. You simply nodded in response, not trusting your voice. “Good”

He stepped away from you and kept walking as if nothing had happened- You, however, stayed still since you were a bit taken aback by his actions, so it took you a while to catch up with him.

“So,” He stated “Did you choose a favourite colour already?”

“I have thought about it” You say.

“You have?” Jimin asked, surprised, and you hummed in response. “So, have you decided on one yet?”

“No” You simply answered, shrugging.

“What do you mean with “no”?” He stopped in front, with his arms stretched out and eyes wide open. The people that were walking pass the two of you were giving Jimin some funny looks, but he stayed still, not bothered by it.

“There are a lot of colours in the world, how do you want me to choose just one? Especially this quick?” You answer, dodging his arms and continuing to walk straight ahead on the sidewalk.

“So, that means that you are still thinking about it?” He ran after you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

His orange hair seemed brighter than the usual under the sunlight and his skin looked more tanned, more beautiful. However there was this thing that he always had and that never changed, his smile.

“Yup.”

“Thank God” He sighed, dramatically, with his hand on his chest.

He took out a pair of round sunglasses and put them on his face. Jimin started to walk closer to you, to the point where he put his arm around your shoulder, making a hint of colour to start taking place on your cheeks.

“Let’s try this again, and I hope that you have an answer to this one. So, Y/N, tell me, do you have a favourite animal?” He said, stretching his arms behind his head and ruffling his hair.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” You stated and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Then tell me woman, you are killing me here.” He said, excited.

“Ducks”

“What?” He asked.

“Ducks are my favourite animals” You repeat.

“See this is what I am talking about. I’m trying to like you, I really am. But you are making that impossible to me.” He groaned.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused. You had no idea about what you had done wrong. He asked you a question and you simply answered it.

“You like ducks. How can you like ducks?”

“So, let me get this straight. You can’t fully like me because my favourite animals are ducks?” You laughed. He certainly was something else.

“Yeah. Ducks are evil creatures with tiny wings.” He exaggerated.

“No they are not! How can you say that? First of all, they are very cute and adorable. And secondly, you have the same hair colour as their beak, how can you even hate them?”

“Well, for starts, they obviously copied me on that whole hair colour thing. And second, they are not cute, they are tiny deadly weapons!” He said gesticulating everywhere.

“Deadly?” You laughed at his words. “Give me an example, then.”

“Well… I hum… I got attacked by one of them one day.” He said and looked away, embarrassed.

“You what?”

“Don’t make say that again.” He covered his red face in and you couldn’t help but to chuckle at his reaction.

“What did you do for the duck to attack you?”

“That’s the thing, I didn’t do anything!” He said, obviously frustrated “It must have been like “Oh, there is Park Jimin, how about I just peck the soul out of him?”

You couldn’t control yourself anymore. You just started laughing out loud, not caring if anyone would think you were crazy or not. Some tears started to prick free from your eyes and your stomach began to ache. Jimin did, however, start to laugh too, much to your surprise.

You didn’t even know what you two might seem at the moment, but honestly you didn’t care. And neither did he.

“This is it” He announced pointing at the café.

There was a group of people sat outside in some chairs and tiny sofas speaking loudly. There was a metal table in the middle of them and an umbrella shielding them from the sun. The café had a relaxed felling to it with the wooden door and the big windows that decorated its walls.

“Guys, this is Y/N” He said and you smiled at them. You knew some of them, such as Jungkook, the green haired boy and Peyton, but the other faces were unfamiliar to you. She smiled at you and mentioned for you to seat between her and another girl that had pink hair, on the small sofa. Jimin, however, sat on one of the chairs, right in front of you.

“Can you believe her favourite animals are ducks?” He said and you scratched your arm in embarrassment.

“Wait. Did you tell her about “the duck incident”?” Jungkook asked in between laughs. The rest of them started laughing too, as if they were all remembering it. “You should have seen his face, he looked like he had just shit himself! And his scream! He looked like a little girl!”

“Yeah, yeah. Very funny.”Jimin said rolling his eyes. “You can laugh all you want, but it wasn’t you who was being pecked to death.” Jimin responded.

After a while they all got back to chatting. You were expecting to be uncomfortable, since you barely knew anyone besides Jimin, but they were so carefree and friendly to be around that you started to actually enjoy hanging out with them.

“Guys,” A guy interrupted, getting up from his spot. He waved all around to try and catch everybody’s attention while taking his wallet from his back pocket. “I’m going to buy a pack of cigarettes, anyone want one?”

Everyone shook their heads no except for Jimin who was looking at you with a blank expression. His face was unreadable, and you thought that he was probably thinking about what you had said to him the last time he smoked around you.

What about you Jimin, want one?“

“No, thanks Jin. I’m good” He said and smiled, still not tearing his eyes away from yours.

Everybody’s face had the same expression on it. Shock. Like it was the first time he had ever declined a pack of cigarettes. The green haired boy, however, was smiling proudly at him.

“What?” Jimin asked, confused, while looking at their reactions.

“Nothing. It’s just it’s the first time I have ever seen you saying no to a pack of cigarettes. I’m just… shocked, I guess.” Jungkook said, shaking his head.

“What made you change your mind so quickly?” Jin asked. He still hasn’t moved since Jimin said no to him, which had shocked and made him curious at the same time, as well as everyone else.

“Did you know that each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life ?” He says, quoting you. “And that’s eleven minutes less that I get to spend with the people I care about.”

He winked at you and you stared at the ground, blushing hard. However, nobody seemed to notice that as they were all looking at them with their eyes wide open. You really wanted to believe in his words, that he cared about you, but you couldn’t seem to fully do that, especially when Peyton was sitting next to you, and you knew he had some kind of feelings for her. Or so it seemed like.

“I’m proud of you man” Jungkook said while patting him on his back.

“Well if you put it that way…” Jin responded, sitting down “I guess there is no pack of cigarettes for me either”

You bitt your bottom lip trying to hold in a smile. You felt proud of him and of everyone else too.

“Hey, what do you say about we play some darts?” The pink haired girl said.

“Sounds good to me” Jungkook answered, getting up.

“Are you kidding me? I just sat down” Jin growled.

Everyone got up and walked inside. The interior of the cafe was the complete opposite that you were expecting. It was big, full of light and of colour as well. There was a counter filled with drinks, glasses and machines on the right side and the rest of the place was filled with little wooden tables and couches. On a little area there was only two sets of darts, which meant that some of you had to wait for their turn.

“Jeon Jungkook, come on then. I’m going to beat your ass” Jimin said while taking his jacket and handing it over to you.

“Ha ha, you are really funny, did you know that?” He said as they walked away in the direction of the first one.

“Y/N, do you mind if I play with her first?” Peyton asked.

“No, go ahead. I will sit for a while.” You smiled at her and sat on the sofa, next to the boy with the green hair.

“Yoongi, my man, I’m going to the bathroom so-”

“That’s some unnecessary information, don’t you think?” He laughed and joined you on the couch.

You two sat back watching the others play in silence until Yoongi spoke up.

“Y/N, do you like Jimin?” He suddenly asked, out of nowhere.

“I what?”

“I asked you if you liked Jimin.” He simply stated.

“Why are you asking me that?” You questioned him. If you didn’t know how to respond to that question to yourself how the heck were you going to answer that to him?

“I have seen the way he looks at you and you looked at him. And there is this whole cigarette thing that left us all a bit taken a back. The others might not have noticed but I saw him looking at you the whole time we were together outside” He ruffled his green hair, still focused on the people who were playing.

“I… I don’t know.” You said. “Maybe.” Normally you would feel very nervous when you were talking about this to someone but Yoongi was such a relaxed person that you got more relaxed yourself. “It doesn’t matter anyways. I know he likes Peyton”

“What do you mean?”

“On the other night, Peyton kissed his cheek at he stepped back, blushing.”

“Do you have a first love Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“If that person came up to you and kissed your cheek wouldn’t that make you blush? However that wouldn’t make your feelings for Jimin go away, would it?” You played with the hem of your shirt as he talked. You were listening to every word carefully and absorbing each one.

“You are right.”

“Peyton was Jimin’s first love. He liked her a lot but she never really cared about him. But recently, she started noticing him more but he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings for her anymore.”

Oh.

“But, could you make me a favour?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” You took a bit longer to process what he had just said. Was he saying the truth? Did Jimin not have feelings for Peyton? And more importantly, did you actually liked Jimin? It was a whole lot of new information to process.

“Be careful, please. With yourself and with him.” He said and you nodded your head.

“So, what did I miss?” Jin interrupted, sitting next to Yoongi.

“Nothing” He responded. “Surprisingly, Jimin is winning”

You blocked their voices out of your head and focused only on Jimin. He was laughing at something that Jungkook had done, his eyes all wrinkled and his teeth showing. His orange hair was pushed off his forehead with his sunglasses and his arm muscles were showing. He noticed you staring at him and smiled at you, followed by a wink and launch of one arrow.

“That´s not fare!” Jungkook whined while Jimin did his victory dance.

The door suddenly opened which made you cover your eyes with your hands from all the light that was getting in. A group of people came in and closed the door loudly and aggressively behind them. They had an angry expression on their faces, like they were ready to beat someone up.

“Where the hell is Park Jimin?!” One of them yelled.

Oh boy.

I was reminded of one of my very favorite parts of Irish folklore, and now I have to tell you all about it. I like to call it “Cu Chulainn’s fear of boobies.”

There is never a moment I don’t find this hilarious.

Cu Chulainn’s fear of boobies is first mentioned in the story in which he becomes a warrior. You know this one; it’s very famous. It’s in the Tain, and everything. Cu overhears Cathbad the druid saying that whoever takes up arms that day with live a life of glory, so Cu runs off to do just that and ends up receiving Conchobor’s weapons and chariot because he’s Cu Chulainn who cares if he is six years old he’s too cool for other weapons and chariots.

So Cu and the charioteer (who’s probably wishing he’d retired) ride off and Cu ends up challenging these three foreign warriors to a battle while the poor charioteer bites his fingernails and hopes he’s not about to watch a six-year-old be violently decapitated (spoilers, he’s Cu Chulainn, he does the decapitating, while the people in the castle are wondering what the SHIT is happening down there).

After killing three grown men, lust for blood not sated, Cu Chulainn heads home, pausing on the way to kidnap a bunch of animals and tie them to the chariot. And that’s how he returns to Emain Macha, thundering along in this chariot, screaming with rage, with all this bewildered swans and deer and shit running along wondering what the fuck is happening.

Someone sees this and tells Conchobor, “oh shit oh shit Cu Chulainn is going to kill us all” to which Conchobor presumably replied “what” and had to have the whole thing explained. After someone patiently told him about this extremely angry six-year-old with all the animals, Conchobor said, “No, it’s cool, just send out a bunch of women to show him their boobs” to which I can only imagine the warriors went, “Boobs, sir?” and Conchobor confidently said, “Boobs. Trust me on this, guys.” 

Since everyone in Ulster does trust Conchobor, despite mountains of evidence telling them they shouldn’t, a bunch of women -in some versions led by Conchobor’s own wife- go out and flash their boobs at Cu Chulainn. Cu is so embarrassed by all the naked titties that he flings himself out of the chariot and covers his eyes. The Ulster warriors grab him and dunk him in a barrel of water, which immediately begins to boil because that’s how pissed this child is. Angry enough to boil water on contact. They dunk him in a second barrel, which begins to steam. They dunk him in a third one which stays cold and then Cu’s not angry anymore, and then everyone goes and gets drunk or something, I don’t know.

Hey wait! You might say. Cu was only six in that story! And six-year-olds are dumb! That doesn’t mean he’s afraid of boobies!

WELL GUESS WHAT IT HAPPENS AGAIN LATER IN THE ULSTER CYCLE.

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anonymous asked:

What if Todoroki fell in love with the same girl as Bakugou??? Would they fight over her and how?? :D

Ohohohohohoooo this is juicy

sorry if I took like an eternity and a half to answer this, I suck, I know I do. 



Ever since that day, that damn day at the locker rooms, a simple, ordinary bunch of feelings, hormones and pride turned into a merciless, blood-thirsty war. Ok, not that drastically, but almost. It was a simple conversation, the guys trying to convince Todoroki into telling them who his crush was by constantly bothering and insisting. Their plan was to be annoying enough for him to give in and spill the truth already, it was always funny to tease someone so socially inept, and they wanted the rest of the boys to explode with laughter.

However laughter wasn’t everything that exploded in the room as soon as he pronounced your name.

A loud, deafening boom was heard and one of the benches was suddenly bursting into the air next to a steaming Bakugou Katsuki. Everyone turned to look at him with widened eyes and about 100 heart attacks queuing inside their chests.

“Kacchan! What’s wrong!?” Deku asked, following him to the corridor as he stormed out the room “Kacchan!”

But he didn’t answer. And no one found out what was actually going on until the very next day, when it was to late to stop the happenings, and the war had began.





“[name]-san” Todoroki whispered as not to interrupt the lesson, as he tapped your shoulder and bit the back of his pencil with nervousness “I don’t quite get this…could you explain it to me?”

False, he truly was really good at the subject. In fact, he had already solved all the exercises, but hidden the answers inside his backpack. And although he wasn’t fond of lies, it was worth it to see you turn around with a smile and willing to help him.

“Sure!” you offered your help kindly, turning your chair slightly to check what he was having trouble with. What you didn’t know though, was that the only problem he had was the amount of words he had stuck in his throat and the unbearable need to kiss you as you scanned the paper with your beautiful eyes. Gosh, you were so distracting. So distracting…he didn’t even notice the way Bakugou was staring daggers into his neck from his seat.

“Oi! Todoroki!” he exclaimed, awakening the other from dream land and having the audacity of forcing him to unstick his eyes from you “thanks for letting me copy your answers, man”

Todoroki didn’t understand what he meant at first, but his face paled in embarrassment as the guy abruptly placed the complete sheet of answers, HIS complete sheet of answers, on his desk, right in front of you, with a devious grin on his face. When had he…? How did he even took it from his…?

“Oh, well…it seems you understand quite right, Todoroki-kun” You frowned, returning to your place and giving him your back “tell me when you need real help, I need to finish my own work”

He clenched his fists, biting the inner part of his cheek to prevent himself of punching that bastard right in the face. What the fuck was his problem?? It wasn’t fair!

However, as he stared at him leaning over your desk and openly flirting with you, he knew two could play this game.





“Hey, are you heading to the cafeteria?” Bakugou followed you down the hall, he had been talking to you the whole morning, and you couldn’t quite get his motives “wanna sit down with me?”

Todoroki stared from afar, disgusted. How he DARED to talk to you in that tone? He wanted to frickin murder him, but he knew it wasn’t the best option. If he burnt him into ashes then there would be legal charges…and judging stares from people…and it would probably scare you. So he had to be sneaky, and find a way of ruining his flirting without spoiling his own image.

And he happened to know exactly how.

As Bakugou kept talking to you about how amazing his quirk was, he wasn’t aware of the fact his bag was open, or maybe he didn’t care. Whatever the case, Todoroki saw it as a priceless opportunity, and immediately turned to Mineta to ask him for a little favor…

“And so I was fighting this super, strong enemy” meanwhile, you were still listening to the other guy’s tale “Yet he was not a worthy rival, that fucker had no fuckin clue of what he…”

“Bakugou! Wait up!” Todoroki called, approaching both of you with something in hand “close your bag! Your stuff is falling! Here, you dropped this”

Doing his best to conceal his smirk, he handed him quite a flashy, totally explicit porn magazine, leaving it in his hands as if it were the morning paper.

Bakugou stared at it for a few seconds, paused by the confusion and the huge pair of tits on the cover, but as soon as he acknowledged the situation and realized you were there, his immediate reaction was crushing the magazine against Todoroki’s chest and blushing furiously.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” He screamed, hiding his panic with a rage quit “THAT’S NOT MINE!”

“But I just saw it falling from your backpack” the other returned him the magazine, even though he could see the nitroglycerin beginning go drip from the tip of his fingers “take care of your belongings next time”

“B-BUT! THIS…I…!” he turned to look at you, desperation taking over him as he saw your disgusted face.

“I…I have to go” you said, turning around to leave

“No! [name], wait!” but it was too late, you were already gone, and Todoroki had already won the round by offering to accompany you to the cafeteria “Fuck!”




Todoroki enjoyed gym class. It was a nice break from the studying, a good practice for his quirk…and also the perfect time to stare at you. Girls and boys, although they took clases at the same gymnasium, usually did different activities, meaning he was at the perfect distance to watch you without you noticing. It was stupid, he was aware of that. But there was something so beautiful in the way you tied your hair, in the way your brow frowned when you were making an effort, even in your smile when you achieved your goal…and don’t even let him get started on how great the gym clothes looked on you.

Sometimes, he got so distracted by you that he failed some of the exercises and, of course, Aizawa was disappointed. But this time, he didn’t care about the teacher noticing his distraction…he was more concerned about certain potty mouthed boy.

“Todoroki!” he shouted, almost making him jump from his skin since he was way too lost in your image “You are such a pervert, you fuckin idiot! Stop staring at [name]’s ass!”

His cheeks became instantly red as soon as you turned around and stared at him, your face obviously morphed with embarrassment, as you covered your butt with your hands instinctively as if you weren’t wearing pants. Todoroki almost panicked, he wasn’t staring at that, he swore! Well…maybe a little bit…but he was not a pervert! He wasn’t like Mineta!

“N-no!” he blurted out, trembling “I swear I wasn’t…!”

“How lewd, Todoroki!” Aishido interrupted, staring at him with anger “I thought much better from you!”

“Yeah, stay away from her” Bakugou chuckled lowly, bad at concealing his mischievousness as he snaked an arm around your shoulders “come on, [name], don’t pay attention to him, he can’t control his hormones”

“Hey!” Todoroki was furious, his face beet red, half from the shame and half from the blood-thirsty anger “I did not…!”

“Welcome to the club” Mineta tried to high-five him but he was obviously ignored. The guy had no intention of joining the pervert club, and even less intentions of letting Bakugou win this round.

So as he stared at him, getting closer to you, talking nonsense and obviously trying to woo you, he knew he had had enough.

He looked upwards, and saw the gymnasium’s roof was filled with irrigators in case there was a fire, and gosh, did he have fire to offer. Without thinking about it twice, and after checking everyone had turned their attention to something else, he put his hand on fire and let out a subtle, yet potent cloud of steam that wasted no time in reching the smoke-detectors.

In less than a second, all the irrigators were activated and rained on top of the students without a warning, creating a huge chaos of ruined hairstyles and cold, wet clothes.

“What’s happening???”

“My hair!!”

“My uniform is soaked!!”

“Oh my…oh my…goodness!” 

Everyone kept screaming and running around like idiots, and Todoroki couldn’t prevent his mind from questioning human stupidity. However, he had other things to worry about.

He spotted you in the middle of the crowd, shivering, and Bakugou ineptly trying to keep you warm and failing miserably. Yes, you were freezing, but that didn’t mean you were going to risk your life by submitting to Bakugou’s explosions. 

You sneezed, making the boy beside you desperate, since he though he was losing the chance to prove he could be “gentle” and “protect you”…even though he thought it was stupid. He knew girls liked that kind of stuff, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip…or that’s what he thought, but he literally slipped into the ground because of the wet floor. That was a low blow. 

“Here” Bakugou raised his head, and his teeth clenched at the sight of Todoroki standing next to you, offering his jacket to protect you from the falling water “Are you still cold?”

You nodded. 

“Well, then I guess I must offer my help…” Acting innocent, but slyly looking at his enemy deviously with the corner of his eye, Todoroki opened his arms and warmed up his left side, offering you the necessary heat the other boy couldn’t give you “this will also dry your clothes faster” 

Almost immediately, you jumped towards your classmate’s embrace, feeling the relief of his hot chest as he wrapped his arm around you, and letting a content sigh escape your lips. 

“Bakugou, It’s not the right time to play on the floor” He mocked, taking the chance to caress your back, and making the other furious “If I were you I would find a way to get out of here…you will get sick”

And, with no more words to say, he guided you towards the gymnasium’s crowded exit and took you outside with a triumphant smirk adorning his face.

He knew the war wasn’t over, he knew this was just day 1 on what would probably be an eternal battle of pranks and misdeeds, and that revenge would bite him in the ass as soon as he turned around…but he didn’t care. All he cared about, as he deafened his ears from Bakugou’s insults at the distance, was the way you were softly breathing on his neck and the fact he could smell the nice fragrance of your hair as he hugged you.

 And he knew, from the feeling of holding you within his arms, that he was willing to fight all the upcoming wars if that was the reward.

“Broken” (Chapter Four)

I love this Chapter! I love Bucky getting to know the team better, and I love Sam. Bucky and Tony talk for the first time as well, and its a sweet moment. Long chapter, almost 3500 words.

Please make sure if you’re reading this you at least hit the like button, I am tagging ALOT of people, and am only getting about half of liking it, and maybe a handful of people reblogging, which is super discouraging. Writers don’t ask for much, so please just show the fic a little love! Ill post again when most of the tag list has responded to the fic!

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Out of everyone, it was Sam who made the first real effort to drag Bucky out of his room and into the world.

Sure, Clint would come and knock on the door if Bucky was late for a meal, and of course Steve invited Bucky along to everything he did, even if it was just walking downstairs for some coffee. But it was Sam who decided that he had had enough of Bucky hiding away after a week or so and showed up to change it.

“Bucky!” He knocked on the bedroom door loudly. “Bucky, I know your ass is awake, open this door. Don’t make me come in after you!”

“Sam.” Bucky opened the door and looked at Sam cautiously, left arm behind his back, wings nearly hidden behind his shoulders. “Are you looking for Steve? He’s in the–”

“Looking for you.” Sam folded his arms across his chest, wings rising in interest as he looked Bucky up and down. “I was thinking– I know you can run, seen it for myself. You want to go for a run with me this morning? Usually Cap goes with me, but he’s taking his sweet time in that shower so why don’t you and I just go?”

Bucky shifted uncertainly at the thought of leaving the Tower at all, much less without Steve, and looked back into the room as if hoping Steve would appear and make a decision for him.

Sam caught the quick motion and cleared his throat. “What, you need permission? You’re a big boy, come on. Get some fresh air, wind through your wings, all of that.” Then he raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Unless of course you think I’m gonna outrun your ass. You’re as old as Steve right? Pushing a hundred?”

“A hundred?” Bucky blurted before he could catch himself. “The hell I am!” 

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Beginning of Something Amazing

Part 1 (Guess Who’s Back) || Part 2 (It’s Our Turn)

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - By a bunch of people asking for a part 3 of the Guess Who’s Back series. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – Once returning to Auradon, Harry is trying to fit in with the help of his lover, the daughter of Dr. Facilier.

Warning(s) - swearing, sexual hinting

Originally posted by thomasadoherty

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All Or Nothing - Part 2 - If I’m Lucky - Smut

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 5,847
AN: Okay! Here it is! Finally! Sorry for the long wait, this was just not coming to me as well as I wanted it to. This is the final part. Special giant thanks to @writing-obrien and @sarcasticallystilinski for their input and encouragement!


There’s a couple songs in this, here are the links for them
Cold Coffee by Ed Sheeran
If I’m Lucky by State Champs
Dancing With A Wolf by All Time Low (This isn’t really in here but I imagine this being the song that’s played when the fic ends, plus it’s where the bands name comes from!)

PART 1



You woke up wrapped in blankets, your body pressed against Stiles, his arms holding you close to his chest. You opened your eyes to peer up at him, sighing internally at how peaceful and handsome he looked when he was sleeping. You closed your eyes, snuggling back into him, not quite ready to deal with the aftermath of what you’d done, trying to stay in the bubble of happiness a little longer.

His arms moved to pull you closer, his chest rising and falling with every breath. “You awake?” He whispered, causing you to sigh.

“Yeah.” You shifted away so you could see him better, your heart thumping at the look he was giving you, half asleep and smiling.

“Mm.” He leaned down, his lips meeting yours softly. “I’m surprised you’re still here. I was afraid you might run off in the middle of the night.”

You chuckled. “It crossed my mind.” You moved off of him, settling beside him and pulling the blankets up around you.

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