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the evolution of adam and ronan (bold is faves)
  • Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show it
  • Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves. 
  • “Do you think it makes me look tougher?” Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.”
  • “You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh. Ronan spit on the ground beside the BMW. “I didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the Adam Parrish type.” he said. 
  • Two years earlier, Adam had made his decision to come to Aglionby, and, in his head, it was sort of because of Ronan…even the way the other boy had moved, Adam recalled, had struck him: confident and careless, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted, an emperor’s son…He’d never wanted to be someone else so badly. In his head, that boy was Ronan.
  • “I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

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anonymous asked:

What about Jughead and Betty getting into a car accident or something like that?

The Accident 

Jughead strummed on the wheel of Fred Andrews’ pick-up truck nervously. He was waiting in Betty’s driveway for their first official date.  He took a deep breath and turned off the engine, getting out of the car.

He walked up the driveway fidgeting with his hands. He raised his hand to knock on the door when Alice Cooper opened it.

“Jughead,” She said, enunciating every letter. “Come in.”

Jughead cleared his throat. “Thank you,” He said as he stepped inside.

Betty raced down the stairs, glaring at her mother as she did.

She was wearing a spaghetti-strap floral dress, cut to mid-knee, with her hair loose and wavy. “Is this okay for what we’re doing?” She asked Jughead quietly.

Jughead nodded in awe, unable to form words.

Betty smiled and grabbed his hand, steering him out the door before Alice could ruin things.

“You look beautiful, Bets.” Jughead stammered as they walked down her driveway to the truck.

Betty turned her head, smiling. “Thank you.”

They each got in their sides of the truck, and Jughead backed down the driveway.

“It was really nice of Fred to let you use his truck.” Betty mentioned.

Jughead nodded. “He’s a great guy. He gave me written consent, just in case. I told him I’d take good care of her though,” Jughead laughed, rubbing the dashboard of the truck.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” Betty begged, smiling.

“No, Bets, it’s a surprise. In fact –“ he reached into the console beside him, pulling out a bandana, “-put this on.”

Betty laughed. “Seriously?” She smiled.

“Yes, Bets, when I say ‘it’s a surprise’, I mean it’s a surprise.”

Betty laughed and tied the dark bandana around her eyes.

Jughead sighed contently and placed his hand on Betty’s knee, driving away from Riverdale.

He stopped the car about twenty minutes later.

“Bets, I’ll be right back. Stay here and don’t peek, okay?”

Betty nodded. “I promise I won’t peek.”

When Jughead came back, he opened the passenger side door and took Betty’s hand.  “Don’t take off the blindfold yet – just trust me.”

Betty hopped out of the truck with help from Jughead and felt grass around her ankles. “Don’t let me fall,” She whispered.

Jughead wrapped one arm around Betty’s middle, guiding her along as the sun was starting to set around them.

“Okay… okay, now.”

Betty pulled her bandana down, looking around in awe.

They were at the beginning of the woods, trees all around them. Jughead had placed twinkle lights around the trees, along the lower branches, anywhere he could reach. There was a blanket smoothed out beneath them, a picnic basket in the corner of the blanket, a milkshake in a to-go cup for each of them from Pop’s.

There was an old boom box at the base of a tree, quiet music coming out of it. He had set them up in a spot with enough space between the trees that they could comfortably watch the sunset into Sweetwater River.

“Wow, Jug, this is incredible.” Betty murmured.

“You think so?” He said gratefully.

Betty nodded and stepped closer to him, taking his hands. “Dance with me?”

They embraced, Betty placing her head on Jughead’s shoulder and together they swayed to the music.

After it was dark, Jughead gathered the boom box and picnic basket  from the woods and brought them back to the truck, placing them in the cab. He gathered the lights, Betty grabbed the blanket, and headed back to the truck together.

“That was one of the best nights of my life, Jug.” Betty smiled as Jughead directed them back to town.

They talked for most of the way. Betty’s eyes were getting heavy, relaxed from the evening.

“Almost home, Bets.” Jughead promised.

He was stopped at a light, looking both ways before he continued.

Just as he was rolling through the intersection, a truck barreled into them on the passenger side. Betty’s head was thrown into the glass, the force pushing Fred Andrew’s truck onto its side, flipping it over.

Jughead awoke as he was being rolled down the hospital hallway, a mask over his mouth, two EMT’s on either side of him.

He took a deep breath, feeling light headed. “Betty…” He murmured. “Betty, wh-where’s B-“ He felt faint.

“Just relax, you’re going to be okay.” The man on his left said to a nurse.

“Where’s Betty?” He breathed again. Then everything went black.

A/N: I figured I’d leave it there to see what you thought.

Adam retorted, “What’s it you see me doing right now? Where is it we even are?”

“Insultingly close to that Toyota is where I am.”

“I’m at work. Two hours from now, I’m going to my next job for another four hours. If you’re trying to convince me that I don’t need Aglionby after I have killed myself over it for a year, you’re wasting your breath. Be a loser if you want to, but don’t make me part of it to make yourself feel better.”

Ronan’s expression was cool over the top of the Pontiac. “Well,” he said, “fuck you, Parrish.”

Later, Adam walked out through the cool, damp night to his small, shitty car. As he sank into the driver’s seat, he found something already sitting on the seat.

He retrieved the object and held it up under the feeble interior cab light. It was a small white plastic container. Adam twisted off the lid. Inside was a colorless lotion that smelled of mist and moss. Replacing the lid with a frown, he turned the container over, looking for more identifying features. On the bottom, Ronan’s handwriting labeled it merely: manibus.

For your hands.

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From Hell and Back Again

From Hell and Back Again

Dean x Preg!Reader

Content: Pregnancy, Angst, ~Fluff

Anon Request: Dean x reader request where after dean goes to hell reader finds out she is pregnant with his baby. 4 months later when dean comes back he has to cope with the surprising news. Make it as angsty or fluffy as you want. Also can reader be Bobbys daughter?

A fine sheen of sweat coated his body moving rhythmically above yours, catching the thin ray of light from the pale street lamp. A bead of sweat gathered on the muscular line of his throat, growing, trembling with each slow thrust of his hips. It slid, riding the line between muscle and trachea reaching the high hollow of his throat to pause before a thrust allowed the drop to continue its journey over his heart. You had reached up pressing a thirsty kiss to his collarbone and flicking your tongue to catch the salty remnants. He groaned deeply, the sensual sound vibrating between your writhing bodies. A gasp melted into a wonderfully helpless moan as he buried his face in your shoulder. The passion grew desperate; gentle caresses curling into clutches, nails biting, imploring kisses broke into pleas and simpers, and the methodic pace he set lost the patient tone, slamming harder with each quick jerk. Heat seeped across every inch of your sticky skin. Pleasure gripped your nerves, vision blackening, back arching until all you could do was hold on to the mounting ecstasy. Light burst behind your eyes, your mouth parted, and you tipped into the abyss. Your body melted into the blanketed seat. His breath hitting your ear in mouthy pants. You smiled as he pulled back to drop a lethargic kiss to your lips.

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Brother, Oh Brother

Title: Brother, Oh Brother

Imagine: Sneaking off to see Sam while he’s at Stanford.

Request: (Anonymous) Hi! Can I request one where sister!reader sneaks off from dean to visit Sam at Stanford, and Dean isn’t very happy when he finds out?

Pairing: Sam x sister!reader. Dean x sister!reader.

Warnings: Angry!Dean. Gets sad towards the end.

Note: Loved this idea!

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis@tom-is-in-my-tardis@jessicarossouw

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Hope you enjoy it!

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Originally posted by lonesomesam

It had been long since Sam left. You kept in contact with him through texts and Skype, without Dad and Dean’s acknowledgement of course. Dean was beyond mad when Sam left. You were heartbroken. But the texts and computer screens could only hold you over for so long.

It was time to see Sam in person.

You had been planning to meet up for a while, you just needed the right time. You were still with Dean and Dad. He had found a hunt not too far north in California. When he mentioned it, you could tell it angered Dean. Being in the same state angered Dean.

You knew Dad put this hunt off for as long as he could, because it angered him too, but it must be getting pretty bad if you were all finally going.

You had it all planned out. As soon as Dad dropped you and Dean off at some crappy motel, he would be gone for at least a week. Dean would make some food and then he would head out to who knows where and wouldn’t be back until morning.

You had contacted Sam and agreed to meet at a diner a little ways down the road. As long as Dean stayed out as long as he normally did, everything would fine.

You didn’t question where Dean went, he always came back. No matter how he looked, bruised or bloody, he always came back. You had asked before, and you always go there same answer. You just left it alone. Just like when he left tonight.

You slipped out the window, leaving it cracked slightly so you could get back in. Finally hauling a cab down, you headed towards the diner.

You stood outside, waiting on Sam. He would come, wouldn’t he? It had been so long… You took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)?” A voice spoke. A voice you would recognize anywhere. You turned around.

“Sam!” You smiled. A hug was exchanged between the two of you. “You came!”

“Of course I came!” Sam smiled down at you. “Why wouldn’t I?” He turned his head.

“I had my doubts.” You looked down.

“You get away from Dean?” Sam asked. You nodded.

“He left.” You spoke, Sam understood what you meant. Normally it was just you and him. “I really missed you.” You looked at him.

“I missed you too, (Y/N/N). Dad being good to you?” Sam already knew the answer, but he liked to make sure you were okay.

“Yeah. I mean, same as always.” You said. Not like anything else would happen.

You talked so long that you lost track of the time.

“Crap! I gotta go, Sammy!” You gave him one last hug before running toward the road to catch a cab.

No lights were on, good. Maybe Dean wasn’t back yet. You slid back in through the window, quietly landing on your feet, you shut and locked it. You let out a sigh.

You felt safe, until you heard the click of a lamp.

“(Y/N) Mary Winchester.” Dean’s angered voice made its way to your ears. You let out a shaky breath and turned around. Dean stood in front of the table with his arms crossed. “You have about five seconds to explain yourself.”

“I… I was out!” You wouldn’t tell him the truth, he would most likely get even angrier.

“Out where?” He growled.

“O-Out.” You tried to sound confident.

“You do not leave this room without me.” Dean’s eyes were locked on to yours.

“You leave all the time!” You yelled at him.

“I can take care of myself! Now, I won’t ask again, where were you?” He yelled back at you. When you didn’t answer, he took a step forward.

“Okay! Okay! I was, uh, seeing someone.” You were trying so hard to keep your mouth shut.

“Who?” Dean’s voice almost rendered you speechless. You hadn’t been this scared in a long time.

“S-Sam…” You voice, barely a whisper, made its way to Dean’s ears.

You watched as he turned around and walked out. Slamming the door so hard, you could feel the vibration from the other side of the room. You slid down the wall, tears threatening to fall, you grabbed your phone.

(1) Missed Call: Sam

Maybe It’s Time (M)

Author’s Note: So, better late than never, here is the Yoongi Christmas scenario I’ve been working on for the better half of a week because my writer’s block was absolutely insane. I’m still not completely satisfied with this, but I hope you enjoy it! [It’s ridiculously long].

I am an idiot and forgot to mention my love @babyitsbts helped me immensely with this; thanks love!

Request“I know we hate each other but it’s Christmas Eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside,” foR THE GRUMPY LIL SQUISH AKA MIN YOONGI PLS MY SWEET <3″ from my love @lovingyoongi.

Genre: Smut mixed with fluff.

Word Count: 6145 [holy moly]

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” your fingertips rubbed relentlessly at your temples as you mumbled to yourself, taking a sharp inhale at an attempt to calm yourself down. This witch of a woman behind the counter at the airline was doing absolutely nothing to help your mood right now. Her obnoxiously white smile was blinding you, causing your eyes to unconsciously twitch; her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard as it pierced through your ears. An impending migraine was forming, and it took everything you had not to reach across the linoleum and strangle the life out of her.

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