can i be a part of this please dear god let me

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 3

And we did it again, amigos! 

  1. “My sock is missing.”
  2. “I must say it can be rather therapeutic”
  3. “Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
  4. “You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
  5. “What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
  6. “I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
  7. “If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
  8. “What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
  9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
  10. “I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
  11. “You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
  12. “I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
  13. “What is this, a concert for ants???”
  14. “I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
  15. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
  16. “When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
  17. “The wolves eat tonight.”
  18. “Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
  19. "When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
  20. “Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
  21. “Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
  22. “How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
  23. “I think I misplaced my right hand”
  24. “I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
  25. “Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
  26. “Have your eyes always been that colour?”
  27. “I’m going to fight the sun!”
  28. “You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
  29. “I’m not into that kinda thing.”
  30. “Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
  31. “I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
  32. “Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
  33. “Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
  34. “What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
  35. “What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
  36. “Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
  37. “Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
  38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
  39. “Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
  40. “ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
  41. “Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
  42. “Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
  43. “Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
  44. “Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
  45. “Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
  46. “Wait. You’re aroused?”
  47. “Why would that surprise you?”
  48. “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  49. “okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
  50. “I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
  51. “I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
  52. "Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
  53. “how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
  54. “…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
  55. “For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
  56. “Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
  57. “Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
  58. “_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
  59. “What the heck happened while I was at the store?
  60. "What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
  61. “Despreate times call for cows.”
  62. “Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
  63. “You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
  64. “Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
  65. “Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
  66. “Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
  67. “Dude, no.”
  68. “I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
  69. “I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
  70. “I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
  71. “Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
  72. “So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
  73. “dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
  74. “Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
  75. “What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
  76. “WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
  77. “PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
  78. “PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
  79. “What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
  80. “Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
  81. “You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
  82. “Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
  83. “Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
  84. “So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
  85. “Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
  86. “Tell me why,  exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
  87. “Look, I’m not a liar, alright?  And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me.  So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now.  And maybe a million dollars.”
  88. “Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
  89. “Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
  90. “Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
  91. “Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
  92. “Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
  93. “This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
  94. “So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
  95. “I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
  96. “Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
  97. “Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
  98. “I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
  99. “Every time you speak I literally die a little”
  100. “One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”

“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)

{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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His || Jungkook || 0.15

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12 | 0.13| 0.14 | 0.15

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Marked (M)

Originally posted by pjmjjk

Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

Halloween Drabble Series

JIN (M) | YOONGI | HOSEOK | NAMJOON (M) | JIMIN | TAEHYUNG

Summary: you were in heat, Jungkook didn’t know.

A/N: This is my fic. I am re-posting onto my sideblog.


Growing up as a werewolf was hard. Growing up as a female werewolf without a pack was impossible. You had a pack that you were good friends with and asked for help and advice from, but that’s as far as it went, for now. You have yet to find a mate and enter a pack, and were currently going through heat so you had to stay indoors to avoid any…unwanted situations a.k.a. to avoid fucking random humans and/or wolves in broad daylight. You were holed up in your apartment, skin burning and your third pair of panties for the day, ruined. Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, you groaned, realizing that you were officially out of food and had no choice but to go to the store down the street.

You picked up your phone and dialed the Alpha of the pack you knew. Namjoon had always been willing to help you, even though you weren’t technically part of his pack. He had still always called you family.

“Y/n! Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” He cheerily answered, and you smiled to yourself, he always had a way of cheering you up.

“Hey Namjoon, uhm.. Well I kind of have a problem.”

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the pull of the tides (m)

pairing: park jimin | reader
genre/warnings: surfer au, fluff, light smut / none
word count: 12,513
description: The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.
a/n: i dedicate this to @workofteaguk ‘cuz look girl, it’s finally here! and i also dedicate this to @jamlessness because you told you have yet to write a jimin fic so i wrote one for the two of us! okay, and @wonhopes too because i subjected her to read over this thing kjddghsjdkh <3

also, bless this post for the inspiration!

Originally posted by lonastic


When you were young, you begged your parents to take you to see the beach. This was your family vacation suggestion every year. All because you wanted to feel the sand between your toes and slip between your fingers and to watch each grain land right back where it was meant to be. And much like those grains of sand falling away from you, those trips seems to go by, and eventually they ceased the older you got.

Since then, being a prime age of twenty now, you’ve long since yearned to return to the beach town you’ve come to know and love for more than its seaside views.

With school out for another few months and nothing but time to kill, you’re actually more than ecstatic to take up a summer job at Bang’s Snack Shack. It’s directly across from the shores, and the view is absolutely amazing. You can see the way the sun reflects against the waters when it’s high up in the sky and when it goes down. The rays of orange and yellows bounce off the blues in a pretty swirl with small dots of people enjoying the waves on long boards. Each of them practically floating as the blue hues carry them across the vicinity until they’re in the safe confines of the wading area.

You enjoy the sight of surfers though you’re definitely no surfer yourself. You just find their ability in skimming the waters on a long piece of polished and colored wood amazing, especially when they’re at the peak of the waves build-up, and suddenly they’re coming back to the sands with bright eyes and grins to match on their sun-kissed skins. There’s just something beautiful in their enamored states, and although you can never truly understand it, you’re happy to witness it with your own two eyes until a customer snaps you back to reality.

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Soft touches

(A/N): I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH AND I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE IT

Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms


Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”


   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 


   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 


    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

anonymous asked:

Oh my god im so dead after bellamy's scream. What do you think he thought/felt in the moment and what do you think he's going to do next?

short answer: he’s going to be dead inside my dude

long answer: oh man, i wasn’t even gonna publish this, i just quickly wrote it for @wellamyblake, but it holds all my Feelings about what bellamy is experiencing. SO, HERE, HAVE CLARKE COMFORTING BELLAMY.


Clarke finds him in the same room they made the list in. He’s sitting on the couch, bent over with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his face.

Every part of her is instantly relieved to have found him. “Bellamy,” she says quietly. He doesn’t lift his head. “I heard what happened.” Her voice breaks a little. She can’t believe it herself– Octavia, gone.

She expects him to tell her to go away. To shout at her, to do something. but he doesn’t. He just sits on that couch. He doesn’t look up. It’s like she’s not even here.

Heart-rate quickening, Clarke approaches him, sinking onto the couch next to him and putting her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Bellamy?”

He still doesn’t respond.

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back home

ive never written anything w this relationship so i am pleased as punch and kinda wanna live in this world for a little while so i might post more

words: 2k

warnings: parent death ment

feat: everybody except scott and thor. i’ll probably find some way to work them in though.

a/n: bucky’s gonna b a bit of an ass



You were practically jumping up and down in the elevator because of how excited you were as the doors slid open. It’d been almost 6 months since you’d last seen Tony which was without a doubt the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing him in your life. Things had become chaotic in your life and his but the two of you still talked on a regular basis. You were his one sense of stability at this point in his life and he had proven time and time again that he would do anything to keep you safe.

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Broadway (part one)

*Alexander x reader x Lin
*Modern
*Word count: 2075 (I would’ve written more but I have homework whoopS)

Summary: Alexander somehow appears backstage at the Richard Rodgers Theatre in reader’s dressing room while she’s getting ready for the show (she plays Eliza) and she has to struggle and hide him while figuring out how to get him back to his original time… It doesn’t help that she may or may not have a huGE crush on Lin, either.

A/N: I might turn this into a series, tell me what you guys think, I think someone has written something similar to this before but idk I was listening to Lin’s playlist he made for writer’s block and I just got this idea?? (By the way there are really great songs on that playlist, if you haven’t listened to it, I suggest you do, so here you go: https://play.spotify.com/user/tobillo24601/playlist/62zU4Myg727ABmYCdKqR2O )

Warnings: love triangle (???) ,, swearing ,,, uh nothing unusual

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It had been an average day at Richard Rodgers Theatre, you were currently getting ready for the afternoon show, running a hand through your hair with a content sigh. Today, you were making your broadway debut at Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton after Pippa had left the show, the wide smile never leaving your face as you got the news from both Lin and Pippa, claiming they both thought you’d be perfect for the role.

But, to say you were nervous was an understatement, you were about to make your Broadway debut as your dream role, Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton.

You stared at yourself in the large mirror, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, you looked so different as you tried to get around the fact that women actually wore corsets everyday, how they did it was crazy. You continued admiring yourself when there was a knock at the door, knocking you out of your trance as you yelled out for them to come in, and in walked Lin with a bouquet of pink roses, a cheesy grin never leaving his face as he presented them to you.

“Well hello there, my dear wife,” Lin smirked, handing you the roses, “here’s some roses for your Broadway debut.” You blushed, taking the roses and smiling up at him in gratitude, before setting them down on your vanity and stepping up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, my dear husband,” you joked, the smile never leaving your face as you suddenly noticed a pink tint to his face, trying to ignore it. It meant nothing. You thought to yourself, shaking your head.

It was silent for a few minutes before he looked around the room a bit, letting out a breath, “well, I’m gonna go finish getting ready, I’ll see you out there, gorgeous.” He winked playfully, before excusing himself and leaving the room, closing the door behind you.

After he was gone, you turned your attention back to the pink roses on your vanity, letting out a quiet squeal at the mere thought of him getting them for you, even though it meant absolutely nothing but a symbol of friendship. You tried to shake that thought off though, not wanting it to bum you out right before you went on stage.

The five minute call soon echoed, telling everyone to get in their places and get ready. You let out a sigh, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You could do this. You’ve worked your entire life for this moment and you weren’t going to throw away your shot. You snorted at the Hamilton pun, chuckling a bit before adding some last finishing touches when-

THUMP!

You frowned at the sound, setting down the lipstick tube you were using and looking around the room, your eyebrows furrowing when you heard a soft groan of pain somewhere in the room. “What in the hell..” You thought to yourself, walking towards the direction of the sound slowly and when you reached the source, you grew even more confused. What the hell was Lin doing in your room - better yet, how the hell did he get in here without you noticing?

“Lin, how the hell did you get in here,” you wondered aloud, reaching down so you were face to face with the groaning man. When he didn’t answer, you scoffed, shaking your head. “Lin, come on, we have to get to places.” You muttered, gripping Lin by the hand so you can lift him up, which made him finally open his eyes and furrow his brows.

“E-Eliza?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Lin, I get your trying to get into Hamilton’s headspace or something, but you don’t need to call me Eliza.” The man’s frown deepened as he shook his head, “who is Lin?” You turned back to face him, letting out a frustrated sigh, “Lin, this isn’t the time for jokes. We gotta go-” You paused as you took in his outfit… It was bloody, and looked very… realistic for a costume.

“I’m afraid I do not know who this Lin is, Eliza, what are you talking about?” He spoke, standing with a firm posture, no emotion except confusion evident on his features. You frowned, “hang on, what year do you think this is?” Please don’t let this be like one of those cheesy fanfictions I’ve read.. You begged mentally as he thought for a moment before answering, “uh… 1776?” You groaned, running a hand through your hair, “oh god… No, no, no, please tell me you’re not actually Alexander Hamilton. Lin, come on, you gotta be joking, right?” You begged, looking up at him with widened eyes.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Look, ms, I do not know who you are-” “Y/n Y/l/n” you stated, cutting him off which made him widen his eyes. “Don’t you know not to cut someone off when they are speaking, Ms. Y/l/n?” You groan. “Because that is extremely disrespectful.” You were about to speak when the speakers went off again, calling for everyone to take their places. “Look, Mr. Hamilton, I gotta go… Just stay here, k? I’ll be back in a bit..” You paused, “and whatever you do, do not leave this room.” You said pointedly, narrowing your eyes at the surprised man who just nodded his head quickly.

You let out a light sigh, turning around and picking up your skirts so you could quickly rush out the door, closing it immediately behind you.

“You ready?” You heard a familiar voice behind you, making you jump and turn around to see Daveed, the similar cheeky grin he was always wearing, “y-yeah..” You breathed, nodding your head quickly. “Just nervous.”

Your attention was taken elsewhere when you heard Leslie start speaking:

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore…”

~~

You let out a smile as you glided off the stage after that would be enough , thanking your castmates as they let out whoops and congratulations for you.

“You’re doing great, Y/n,” You heard from behind you, which made you turn around to see Jazzy and Renee, standing there with the same smile on their faces. You smiled back, pulling them into a group hug and letting out a soft squeal, “I can’t believe I’ve made it through half of act one!” You cheered, pulling away with the largest smile you could ever muster, before it faded as you remembered who was waiting in your dressing room. Alexander Hamilton. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go change, I’ll be right back.” You said, which was partially true, but you mainly just wanted to make sure Alexander didn’t decide to escape and wasn’t wandering around the theatre. God forbid that ever happened.

“Alexander?” You called softly as you stepped into the dressing room to see the man, who looked identical to Lin, sitting on the couch reading his biography. “God dammit,” you cursed softly, which apparently didn’t go unnoticed to the man. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to say such vile words?” He asked, looking up from the book. You rolled your eyes and made your way over to sit by him on the couch, “listen, Hamilton,” you paused, before continuing. “If you’re going to be here for awhile, we’re gonna have to get you caught up.” Your eyes lowered down to the biography in his hands. “And that certainly doesn’t include you reading your own biography.” You muttered, shaking your head.

He frowned before looking back at you, a pout that was similar to Lin’s - stop thinking about Lin. as he watched you take the biography from his grip. “Listen,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, how were you going to do this? It wasn’t like you could take him out there in front of everyone in risk of everyone seeing Lin’s fucking twin.

“I gotta change,” you continued, which made him smirk. “Please, don’t let me stop you.” He winked, making you scoff and slap him lightly, “shut up and turn around. And if you turn around even a little bit,” you threatened, your voice lowering, “I will make sure you regret it.” He sighed, “fine.” He muttered, turning around and crossing his arms.

I also gotta find him a change of spare clothes, you thought to yourself, looking around the room for something he could wear, and of course, there was nothing. You sighed, peeling the dress of of you slowly to change into your new one, setting the old dress on the rack and putting on the new dress, letting out a huff at the uncomfortable corset.

Once you were done, you told him he could turn around, which he happily did, complaining about how sick of standing he was. You rolled your eyes and shushed him, before telling him to stay here as you got ready for your cue in Tomorrow there will be more of us, grabbing the fake piece of paper to glide out on stage, smiling at Leslie softly as he walked off the stage.

You let out a deep breath, before opening your mouth to speak..

“Alexander…”

~~

You felt your throat tighten as you watched from the side-lines of Say no to this, knowing Jazzy would never actually do this, nor would Lin, and besides, it’s not like it would matter, you guys weren’t together. You sighed, watching as Jazzy walked off the stage and gave you a reassuring smile, because she was one of the only ones who knew about your crush.

The time seemed to flow by until burn finally arrived, the familiar tune playing as you made your way on stage slowly, sitting on the bench as you stared down at the props in front of you.

“I saved every letter you wrote me…”

~~

It was finally the end of the show, and you had tears streaming down your face as you watched the song where Lin died take place, even though you had seen it a million times as the fill in bullet, playing it as Eliza made it 10x more painful to watch.

You took a bow, smiling and wiping away the tears as Lin stepped forward to thank the crowd, then coming back to you guys and motioned for a group hug, the whole cast laughing and forming a group crowd in front of the cheering audience.

After everyone pulled away and walked off stage, you immediately headed to your dressing room, promising the cast you’d be right back and not telling them the reason why you wandered off so quickly. It was to check up on a goddamn founding father.

“Alexander? Okay good, you didn’t wander off,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling slightly as you wiped away remaining tears. “I could hear everyone performing from here, it sounded really good,” he smiled softly, making you nod your head in thanks before looking around.

“Okay well, I’m going to try and get you out of here as discretely as possible and get you back to my apartment so you can change… Uh, what else?” You thought before letting out a soft aha! And opened your mouth to speak again when~

“Hey Y/n, you alright? You seemed to- What the fuck.” You gulped as you looked between Lin and Alexander, your eyes widening in fear.

Oh shit.

Maria's Version - Say No To This Parody

So like why hasn’t anyone written Maria’s side of Say No To This?

Not in the Say Yes To This, mixtape style but like the original album style. Like the same way, same beats and all but different. I don’t know how to explain it and all but eh. So, @feral-tomcat-hamilton helped me with most of this and created a ton of this, so most of the credit goes to them, they are an angel

Of course, the original song belongs to Lin and the production of Hamilton: An American Musical. So, please don’t sue me if you see this.

So it would be like this:

I don’t like to go down to the city.

But when I do, I make sure I look pretty.

Clothed in a red dress, eyes filled with pity.

Toxic summer air, I can smell it.

Alexander hungrily stares, I can tell it.

I hadn’t eaten in a week, I was beat, I was afraid.

I hadn’t been this scared in a relationship, I needed a break.

Longing for freedom, hating this strife.

That’s when I walked into Mr. Hamilton’s life.
I said

I know you are a man of honor. I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go

And I came here all alone (I said)

My husband’s doing me wrong. Beating me, cheating me, mistreating me. Suddenly he’s up and gone. I don’t have the means to go on

So he offered me a loan. He offered to walk me home. I said

You’re too kind, Sir

He gave me 30 bucks that he had socked away. I lived a block away.

I said

This one’s mine, Sir

Then he said “well, I should head back home”

I turned red.
I led him to my bed.
Let my legs spread, and said.

Stay

Hey…

Hey…

Then I pull his mouth onto mine, and he doesn’t say no to this.

He doesn’t say no to this.

He doesn’t know how to say no to this

Oh my god, he’s so helpless, and my kiss makes him say hell yes.

(Woah…) Lord, don’t show him how to say no to this

I don’t want him to say no to this

In my mind I can’t let him go

Go, go, go

Then I pull his mouth is on mine

And he doesn’t say-

No! Go!

Say no to this

No! Go! Say no to this.

No! Go! Say no to this. No! Go!

Say no to this

The fact of the matter I’m not the only one blame here. I wasn’t the only one to have sex there.

A month into this endeavour he recieved a letter from my husband James even better it said:

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter finds you in good health

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth

In the pockets of people like me
Down on their luck

You see, that was my wife who you decided to

(Maria saying this furiously at the letter.) Fuck!

Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold

So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled

And hey, you can keep seeing my whore wife

If the price is right

If not I’m telling your wife

I hated the letter, simply it could’ve been better

I tried to keep to my self, but it’s hard to do that when Alex is losing is wealth.

He raced to place

Screamed in my face putting guilt on my part

Forgetting that I even have a heart.

Mad. Angry. Up in my space

I cried “No sir!”

So was the whole story a set-up?

I don’t know about the letter!

Stop crying, goddammit, get up!

I didn’t know any better!

I am ruined!

Please don’t leave me!

I am helpless!

How could I do this?!

Just give him what he wants
And you can have me!
Whatever he wants
If you pay
You can stay!

Lord, show me how to help him with this

He doesn’t know how to say no to this

But the situation’s helpless (Helpless…)

And his body’s screaming, “hell yes”

(Woah…) Lord, don’t show him how to say no to this

How can he say no to this

I beg him not to go
Go, go, go

When his body on mine he does not say no.

He doesn’t say
No!

Yes! (Yeah…)

Say no to this!
No!

Yes! (Yeah…)

I want to help him with this.(Yeah…)
No!

Yes! (Yeah…)

Say no to this(Yeah…)

I want to help him with this

I don’t

Say no to this

There is nowhere I can go

Go, go, go

So?

Nobody needs to know

Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 2- A Touch of Evil ((Jughead Jones))

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

part 1: http://fanfictionandstuff.tumblr.com/post/157068434249/secrets-riverdale-x-reader-chapter-1-the-rivers 

 Fandom: riverdale 

 Warnings:none 

 Word count: somewhere over 3000

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You woke up in a cold sweat on Monday morning. You knew something was wrong from the second you opened your eyes. You turned on your phone, using it as a light source in your pitch black room. 

Immediately you froze, your fingering hovering over the unlock button. You had a ridiculous amount of missed calls and texts from Betty, Veronica, and Kevin. You glanced at the time, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was 3:30am. What could they want this late?

You opened your texts and were flooded with information.
Kevin was going to the river with Moose, Kevin and Moose had been caught at the river.
Veronica was wondering if you had seen Betty.
Betty was letting you know she was okay
And finally, all three had messaged you the exact same thing, in almost uniform wording. five words that explained your feeling of dread.

They found Jason Blossom’s body. He was shot.

Body.
Corpse.
Dead.

You knew Jason was dead…but it was still like a punch to the stomach. Maybe a little part of you hadn’t believed it. Maybe a little part of you hoped your half brother was just…missing. But a corpse was irrefutable. Final.
And more importantly…someone had killed him.

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After a restless four hours of attempting to sleep, your alarm saved you from your thoughts. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Jason staring back at you, his eyes dead, hair dripping with water, a bullet wound through his head.
You couldn’t shake it from your head, you had no idea why you even cared that Jason was dead. You hadn’t known him.

You reached onto your nightstand and silenced your alarm. You threw the quilt off you and onto the floor, climbing out of your bed. You walked across your carpeted floor into the bathroom. You splashed cold water onto your face and then ran a damp hand through your hair to calm down.

You stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the dark thoughts and fears plaguing you.

You got out of the shower and finished getting ready. You glanced at your phone after pulling on your shirt and groaned, you had taken longer in the shower than usual and had no time to eat breakfast. With a resigned huff, you pulled on your shoes and walked out the front door.

When you got to riverdale high, Betty’s name was called over the announcements to come to the office. You decided to go to the office. You wanted to check on Betty after the shit storm that was the weekend.

You got to the office at the same time as Betty and Kevin. They smiled at you in greeting before Kevin caught sight of the mysterious yellow roses on the desk.
“Oh, my god, those are gorgeous*. Are those for Betty, Mrs. Phillips?” Kevin said, walking closer to the flowers.

The decrepit old woman behind the desk gave Kevin a harsh stare. “That’s why I called her.”

Kevin snatched a white card from the center of the bouquet, “Dear Betty, please forgive me. XOXO, V?’ Who the hell is V?”

“Veronica.” Betty and Veronica said at the same time. Veronica stepped through the door from the hallway, holding a white box.
“The yellow’s for friendship, I also had magnolia cupcakes flown in from New York…because, as my mom likes to say, there’s no wrong the right cupcake cannot fix.” Veronica took a tentative few steps towards Betty. “Also I- I booked us for hers-and-hers Mani-pedis at Chez Salon…blowouts too. I am so, so sorry, Betty. I don’t know what happened to me that night…It was such a basic bitch move. It- it was like I was possessed by-”

Kevin interrupted her, “Madame Satan?”* he asked snarkily.

“The old Veronica.” Veronica finished, looking down in shame. “And I will never, ever, do anything like that to you again. I swear on my mothers pearls. Just…can you please* give me one more chance?” Her eyes were pleading.
Betty smiled and shrugged, “Okay.”

You, Veronica, and Kevin all spoke at the same time, “What?”
“Really?!” Veronica’s words were excited, a huge grin on her face. Your’s and Kevin’s were shocked, his also accusing. You weren’t the hurt party here so you had decided to follow Betty’s example on the whole Veronica thing…but you honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Awesome! I’ll take it. And you won’t regret it!” Veronicas grin got wider.
“Okay.” Betty said again, so quietly you almost hadn’t heard her.

“I’ll bring these to lunch so we can celebrate.” and with one last grin Veronica walked out of the Office as the Bell for class rang.

As soon as she was gone you and Kevin stared at Betty in shock, “It’s the path of least resistance guys. A week ago Veronica and I weren’t friends… Next week, we’ll nod to each other as we pass in the hall, but that’s it. In two weeks, she won’t even remember my name. And in three, she’ll have latched on to some other girl to destroy.”
You and Kevin frowned. You didn’t think Veronica was out to destroy Betty…and you were positive that Betty wouldn’t get rid of Veronica that easily. But you kept quiet, not wanting to get on Betty’s already crowded bad side.

So you just nodded awkwardly and walked with them to class.
The speakers crackled on and Weatherbee began the morning announcements before you could say anything more to Betty.

“There have been many inquiries about the upcoming pep rally. So let me state clearly…it is happening as scheduled. Now, on a less felicitous note…if you could give your attention to Sheriff Keller.”
Another man’s voice came over the announcements, who you assumed was Kevin’s dad. “Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossoms body was found late Saturday night. So as of this weekend…Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation.”

The entire school was silent. Everyone was staring at the speakers. Your fingers clutched at the necklace you were wearing, your knuckles going white. You were the only one not staring at the speakers. You were staring down, your face emotionless.

Cheryl’s voice crackled over the speakers. “And may I interject? Neither I nor my parents will rest until Jason’s death is avenged, and his cold-hearted killer is walking the green mile to sit in old sparky and fry. I for one, have my suspicions. hashtag “riverdale strong.”

Kevins father’s voice came back on, “If you know anything that could help us find and apprehend jason’s killer, or anything about what happened to him on july 4th, I strongly urge you to come forward immediately. You can speak with me or principal Weatherbee. A death like this wounds us all. Let’s not let Jason down.“

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Your first class was biology. As you walked in you instantly regretted it, there were dead frogs splayed on trays at each work station.
It wasn’t that you were afraid of blood or anything, you just didn’t like…dissecting things.

Betty and Kevin had taken their seats at a desk by the window and all the other seats were taken… except for the one next to Jughead.
“Hey…this seat taken?” You smiled hopefully at him.
Jughead didn’t answer and just gestured for you to sit down. You smiled and took a seat next to him, setting your bag down on the floor.
“You look moodier than usual…you okay?”

Before he could answer or you could press further, the teacher came in.
“Seats everyone! Pair off, gloves on, scalpels up!”
Your friends quickly paired off leaving you with no partner for the dissection.

Heyyyyyy…so how are you with a scalpel?” You asked Jughead who, you assumed, also had no partner. considering he was still sitting next to you.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your partner?” Jughead raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes?” you grinned sheepishly
He just rolled his eyes. It wasn’t with annoyance though, it was more on the side of amusement. Jughead took out a pen and filled out your names on the top of the assignment paper.

Two of Cheryls cronies leaned on the desk you were both sitting at, completely ignoring you and Jughead and whispering nasty things about Cheryl. You were quickly becoming annoyed with them, but before your anger could get the best of you there was a sickening squelching sound of a scalpel being stabbed into one of the frogs. The girls jumped, you and Jughead whipping around to see Cheryl with her hand tightly gripping the scalpel. Her face was neutral but there was a definite murderous glare directed at the girls.
You and Jughead stared for a few seconds more as the girls turned and fled from Cheryl’s eye line. You hadn’t known Cheryl Blossom that long but that had been extremely unsettling.

The rest of class passed by in a blur. You tried making jokes to cover your squeamishness and Jughead mostly ignored you, occasionally smirking or doing that eye roll thing again, but most of the class was passed in silence. Something was definitely off with jughead…but you couldn’t ask him what.

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Later that day at lunch you, Kevin, Betty, and Veronica were walking across the field, trays of food in hand.
“sooo…” Veronica started, a playfulness in her voice, “what did Moose want?”

“Oh, my god. I don’t even think he knows. I mean, I am devastatingly handsome in that classic pre-accident Montgomery Clift kind of way, and sexuality is fluid, but can someone named ‘Moose’ actually be that fluid?” Kevin ranted.

Veronica laughed, “Okay, well I ship it.”
“I ship it too! You deserve pretty things, Kev.” You grinned.

“Well of course you guys would! You’re big city girls with loose morals.” Kevins tone was teasing, but his joke wasn’t well received, given what had went down just two days earlier. “I just meant…that Moose has an official girlfriend. Midge. Anyway, it’s terrible to say, but part of me wishes he would just stay in the darn closet.” Kevin finished as you approached the blue picnic table where Archie was already sitting.
Archie shot the four of you a confused and concerned look.
“Obviously, I didn’t mean literal closet…” Kevin corrected.

“Comfy.” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Archie! Any new material you wanna try out on a very forgiving audience?” Veronica expertly changed the topic.
“I–” Archie trailed off.

“Please?” she said, her eyebrows raised in plea.
“Yeah, please Archie? you didn’t even let us hear the end of the last song!” You added.

“Would you? I’d love the hear it.” Betty said, a soft smile on her face.


That did it.

Archie sighed in resignation and reached for his guitar. “I’m still working on the lyrics, so…okay…”
Archie sang the first few lines while the four of you watched him. It was actually amazing and you freaking loved Archies songs, even if you were a little unsure on how much you liked him as a person.
Before he could get far into it, Betty looked like she was about to cry and he stopped.

You Kevin and Veronica applauded quietly.
“Betty?” Archie’s voice was laced with concern, “You okay?”
Betty had a distant and sad smile on her face as she looked away from the group. “I’m supposed to say yes. That’s what the nice girl always says, but…No, I’m not. I-I want to be. I thought I could be, but it’s too much, too fast. Archie…” Betty turned and walked away crying.

Archie bolted up, “Betty–Betty, wait!” Archie ran off, leaving you, Kevin, and Veronica watching in stunned silence, none of you knowing what to say.
You watched as Betty and Archie had a pretty intense conversation. You, Kevin, and Veronica all sat with baited breath. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it didn’t look good. Finally it ended, Betty walking off about to cry and Weatherbee calling Archie to see him. The three of you shared a stunned look, Kevin’s mouth open in shock and Veronica at a loss for words.

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The next day you caught up to Betty and Veronica at their lockers, both locked in an intense conversation. When you approached they stopped talking and smiled at you. “Hey (y/n)!” Betty greeted you. You waved awkwardly, feeling like you had just intruded in on a relatively intense moment.
“Hey guys, sorry can’t actually stay to talk I haven’t eaten yet and I’m freaking starving. There’s a vending machine in the lounge thingy right?” Betty nodded and pointed in the direction of the vending machines, You smiled gratefully and took off.

You walked through double doors into a room filled with couches and loud-mouthed jocks. You navigated your way to the back of the room. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin arrived in the room soon after, but quickly split off into different places, Veronica began talking to resident playboy (and suspected dickwad) Chuck Clayton, and Kevin and Betty took a seat at the edge of the room to do some homework.  

You walked over to the vending machines and contemplated the machines contents, There were mostly off brand chips and overly processed suspicious looking packets of jerky. You groaned in frustration, “I think I’d rather starve to death than attempt to eat anything in here…” you muttered to yourself.

“I think eating anything in there would kill you a lot faster than starvation.” You jumped slightly, startled at the sound of Jughead’s voice.

“Jesus! Don’t you know its not polite to sneak up on people?” You accused.
“I didn’t sneak up on you.” Jugheads lips were curled into the faintest of smirks.


You were about to argue back that he had, in fact, snuck up on you, when Reggie’s voice cut you off. 

“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? No, let’s be honest. isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial-killer-fanboy freak. Like Jughead!” You rolled your eyes at Reggie, his loud-mouthing was getting old real fast.

“What was it like, suicide squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after.”
Jughead closed his eyes in annoyance and then lazily turned his gaze to Reggie, his arms crossed. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?”
You grinned at Jugheads retort, Reggie however, found it less amusing.

“Come here you little–!” Reggie leaped over the back of the couch he was sitting on, towards you and Jughead. But before you could blink Archie had shoved in front of the two of you, pushing Reggie back.
“Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie.” Archie shoved Reggie away. You took the opportunity to get out of the way before things got ugly.

Veronica stood up, “Boys?” her face plastered with concern.
Reggie looked Archie up and down, “What do you care, Andrews?”
“Nothing, just leave him alone.”

Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood brothers thing?”
You snorted in amusement. This kid was a special kind of stupid.

Archie didn’t answer and shoved Reggie forcefully, Jughead shouted but it was lost in the chaos as Reggie and Archie slammed into the vending machine, shattering the glass. Jughead tried to pull Reggie off of Archie but one of the Jocks pulled him off. Reggie punched Archie, knocking him out.
You didn’t know what to do, but it looked like Reggie was going to punch him again. You did the only thing you could think of…and hit him with your backpack. 

The bag made contact with Reggie’s back and he stopped mid swing. He got up and stared at you, rage in his eyes. You were a little terrified but Archie was your friend…kind of. And Reggie was a massive dick.
Everyone’s eyes were on you as you spoke, a false confidence making your words sound steady.
“That’s enough, Mantle. He’s unconscious.*”

He grinned, “Oh, so Andrews gets his girlfriend to rescue him now? Can’t fight his own battles?”

“Im not Archie’s girlfriend. What I am is someone who doesn’t like loud mouthed jocks that pick on everybody to hide their own insecurities and issues.”  your tone was cold and biting.

Reggie was pissed, his hand curled into a fist, but you weren’t done.
“You, reggie mantle, are just a highschool has-been waiting to happen.”
He actually looked like he was going to hit you, but you knew better. Hitting a girl is a big no-no, even among the jocks. He walked up to you and towered over you, trying to be intimidating.
“What are you gonna do, Reg? Hit a girl?

You sidestepped him casually and knelt down next to Archie, motioning for some of the guys to help carry him to the nurse’s office. You walked out alongside the people carrying the unconscious red-head and your friends followed you out.
Kevin and Veronica cornered you as soon as you were clear of the room.

“Holy crap (y/n)! Where did that come from?” Kevin grinned at you, a flicker of what seemed to be pride in his voice.
“Yeah girl, that was AMAZING!” Veronica added. 


You smiled wearily, “Yeah, well, can it be amazing in the bathroom? Because I think I might puke. That was straight up terrifying.”
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The night of the pep rally you were running to the football field. You were already late, and you and you had promised Betty and Veronica that you were going to watch their cheer performance. Your shirt had been buttoned in a hurry and you had forgotten your jacket,  but you were sure as hell not going to break a promise to your friends.

You got there as the game was just starting and you swore, You spotted Jughead and jogged over to him. “Any chance in hell I didn’t miss the cheerleaders performance?” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your weird question and disheveled performance.
“I promised Betty I’d come out and support them…and then I kind of lost track of time…” you offered as explanation.
Jughead nodded with a faint smile on face.

“Is that a real smile on your face, Jones? Wow that’s gotta be like, the seventh sign of the apocalypse, right?…So what brought that on?”
Jughead rolled his eyes, but, like always, there was a warmth behind it. “Just had a good chat with an old friend.”

You grinned playfully, “Well, I like it. Looks good on you.” You suddenly looked semi-concerned. “Hey do you think they noticed I was missing? Probably not, right? Jeez, if I had known I was going to miss it anyways I would’ve grabbed my sweater. It’s freaking freezing.”
Warm fabric was gently draped around your shoulders. You looked up in confusion to see Jughead’s jacket on your shoulders.

“Just to be clear, this isn’t a boy giving his coat to a girl he likes. This is a friend lending another friend his jacket because she tore a new one in Reggie Mantle to stop him from further beating up the first friends other friend.” Jughead was staring at the football field, turned completely away from you.
“You lost me at the third friend, but thanks for the jacket.” You smiled softly and turned to the game.

You passed the next few hours in comfortable silence, just watching the game surrounded by noise and people and the rain. But it all just kind of blurred as you stood next to Jughead.

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After the game, Archie had invited Jughead and you to Pop’s, which you had happily accepted. Any excuse to go to a place with food was good with you.
When the three of you walked in the door, Betty and Veronica were already in a booth. The five of you stared at eachother and betty smiled. “Do you guys wanna join us?”

Jughead smirked. “Yes, but only if you’re treating.” You nodded in agreement as the two girls laughed.
“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica introduced herself.
“Jughead Jones, the Third” Jughead answered, climbing into the seat next to the window.

“Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica echoed, her eyes narrowing a bit and a smile on her face.
You laughed and pulled up a chair rather than squeezing into the booth. “He really likes the ‘the Third’ bit.”


Everybody was laughing and smiling as you all sat there around the booth at Pops. 

And for one shining moment, you were all just kids.

Something There

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: excessive eye rolling and fluff

Word Count: 1305

A/N: So for my birthday I went to see “Beauty and the Beast” and I’m obsessed! My sister gave me this little idea and I just HAD to write it!!! Enjoy!!


A movie date was not normal for Y/N and Dean, but she was insistent on wanting to go see something, anything! How many more times could they really watch what they had in their small collection at the bunker?

Y/N had taken the initiative to purchase tickets ahead of time for the movie that caught her attention and only hoped that she could get Dean in there without a fuss.

Distracting him the snack purchases, he never questioned what they were seeing until the previews started running. Glancing around he noticed there were a large number of children and women. Brows furrowed he elbowed Y/N. “What did you say we were seeing?”

Y/N stiffened. “Uh, I didn’t say.”

“Y/N, what kind of mo-” He started to ask, but as the theater darkened further, his question was answered as the intro played.

Y/N kept track of Dean out of the corner of her eye, but was quickly being pulled to the screen, not particularly concerned if he liked it or not.

“Seriously?!” He harshly whispered into her ear. “Beauty and the friggin’ Beast?!”

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Sing me to sleep

(A/N): I was feeling sad so I wrote some Bucky fluff to cheer myself up…. 

Summary: Bucky can only fall asleep when (Y/N) is singing to him. 

 Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

    It had started out when (Y/N) had started singing on a mission to calm their nerves. They were out in the middle of nowhere, out in the open, giving anyone the perfect opportunity to sneak up on them during the night. Everyone’s anxiety was high, especially (Y/N)’s, to the point they had began to gnaw on their nails, biting them down into nubs but they could only do that for so long before their fingertips began to hurt. Then they gnawed on their lips, taking good chunks of skin off as they dragged their bottom lip through their teeth. But not even that sufficed their nerves so they resorted to fidgeting and constantly looking around their miserable little camp in fear. 

   "(Y/N),“ Steve grumbled from his sad sleeping bag. "Stop, no one’s gonna ambush us out here," 

   "but what if-”

    “no what it’s, now get some sleep god knows you need it-” But no matter how valiantly they tried to ward off their anxiety they simply couldn’t do it. So they took up the last measure in their book; singing softly to themself. It had always been a comfort for them (something they weren’t happy to admit) but drastic times called for drastic measures. 

   "Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York City-“ (Y/N)’s voice quietly filled the silent night air, slowly but surely lulling everyone into a much more relaxed sleep.

    Their voice was so soft and so sweet that it was impossible not to immediately melt- something Bucky himself was struggling with. He blinked sleepily as (Y/N ) continued to sing, gently tapping on their thigh in time with the music. 

    "I’m a thousand miles away but girl Tonight you look so pretty yes you do, Times Square don’t shine as bright as you,” Bucky allowed his head to rest against the tree behind him, his eyes finally slipping shut as he listened to (Y/N) intently.

    (Y/N) sang through the entire song, their eyes closed as they desperately willed themselves to rest and by the end of the song their last resort seemed to work as they slipped to sleep, even if it was a rather fitful one. That’s when Bucky’s little predicament had started; the one where he positively couldn’t sleep unless (Y/N) was singing or humming to him. 

    That night had to Have been the best night of rest Bucky had had in ages even if it was on some terrible Forest floor surrounded by all Of his teammates. Even with all of his medication, the special aroma therapy Bruce wanted Bucky to try, even with all the pre-bed meditation and tea, even with the nicest mattress anyone could find It still wouldn’t compare to falling asleep listening to (Y/N)’s voice.


     It had been the day the team returned from the mission, sore and thoroughly wiped out. Everyone was practically falling asleep as they walked through the doors- well, everyone but Bucky. Even despite his exhaustion he didn’t lag like everyone else, he didn’t drag his feet or yawn every 30 seconds, he simply wasn’t holding himself to the level of exhaustion that everyone else was. So when everyone branched off to bed and Bucky was left in his dark, cold room it was no surprise he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, tried yoga and sleeping pills, he quite honestly tried everything but then suddenly there was a quiet voice in the room besides his, the soft voice from just a few days prior.

    “There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun,” Bucky listened intently a he lay comfortably on his back, pulling the blankets up over his chin as the voice sweeper through the thinner walls. “And it’s been the ruin of many a good boy and god I know I’m one-” The voice stops suddenly, coming to a close much to Bucky distaste.

    “Hey, I was listening to that, put it back,” Bucky smirked as he knocked on his wall, knowing (Y/N)’s bed was positioned directly on the other side, aligning with his.

    There was silence for a few minutes, a spine tingling silence in which Bucky thought that perhaps something had happened to (Y/N) and that’s why they stopped so suddenly or maybe he had scared them off with his commentary? But just as Bucky began to doubt himself the voice began again.

    “My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans,” Bucky smiles sleepily as he nuzzles into his pillow, allowing his eyes to slip shut as (Y/N)’s pleasant voice was ringing through his ears. “Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk-” (Y/N)’s voice got quieter with each word, slowly becoming part of the background as Bucky finally fell asleep. 

    From then on out it had become a sort of routine for the two, Bucky would lay on one side of the wall and (Y/N) on the other while the latter sang songs to Bucky, any number or style of them. Sometimes it’d be 1 song or other times it’s be 15, sometimes it’d be contemporary and other times it would be classic rock. Either way it was gorgeous and how Bucky couldn’t sleep without it.

    Their little game of beat around the bush blasted months until one night (Y/N) suddenly walked into Bucky’s room, took a seat on his bed and began to sing. That night Bucky had curled up in (Y/N)’s sweet embrace as they sang to him, soft sweet melodies that eased his worried nerves. That night Bucky also figured out there was another thing he couldn’t physically sleep without; (Y/N) themself. So now here he was; nearly a year and half later with his head in (Y/N)’s lap as they sang sweet songs to him.

    “He’s got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain, I’d hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain,” (Y/N)’s fingers glide through Bucky’s hair, only making the soldier that much sleepier. “His hair reminds of warm safe place where as a child I’d hide and wait for thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by, oh, oh, sweet child of mine,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky as he nuzzles into their stomach, smiling sleepily to himself. “Oh, sweet love of mine.” (Y/N) concludes their little preview quietly, their voice barely above a whisper as they finish. 

   "Can you sing me one more?“ Bucky asks just as quietly if not more due to the fact he had buried his face in (Y/N)’s clothes and stomach.

    "I’ve already sang to you all of the classic rock songs I’ve been able to- to ‘lullabize’,”

    “please?” Bucky’s voice was sleepy, it was evident that he was on his way out- perhaps he really did just need one more song. So with a tired albeit happy smile (Y/N) begins another song. 

   "Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better,“ Bucky smiles as (Y/N) sings to him; a song they had sung a million times but it was still his favorite. "Remember to let her into your heart then you can start to make it better,” Bucky begins to drift off to the sound of (Y/N)’s voice, each note soothing him into a restful sleep. He was so at peace he didn’t realize (Y/N) had even finished their song until they had leaned down, pressed a gentle kiss to Bucky’s nose, and pulled the covers up over his body. 

    “Goodnight my dear,” Is the last thing Bucky remembered hearing before he fell fast asleep, nestled in (Y/N)’s safe and warm embrace.

Beast (Pt.1/3)

Request:  Hey love! Can I get a Derek Hale smut where the reader and him are married and they have like kitchen smut which leads to table smut and bed smut and shower smut? THANKS

Character: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Very smutty, Language, and SMUT!!!!


“How are you and Derek doing (Y/n)?” Cora asked, her voice muffling through the phone. I bit my lip and smiled while stirring the pasta sauce, a few scenarios popping into my head.

“Well you know, same old Derek.” I laughed cutting off the stove and moving to the fridge, her own laugh resonating through the Bluetooth speakers.

“No silly, I mean how is he like you know in bed?” I almost choked on air as she went silent her breathing the only sound i could hear.

“Cora, are you seriously asking that about your brother..?!” I yelled, while grabbing plates and silverware.

She paused, the line going quiet again as i waited for her answer. “No (Y/n) i meant it like, is he rough or gentle? His past girlfriends always talked to me about it and it kinda just stuck to me for asking his next one. Plus it’s a good bonus to tease him about it. “She casually talked, her tone sounding devious.

My cheeks burned at the mention of anyone else sleeping with him but it simmered after I heard her cough telling me to hurry up and spit it out. “I mean Cora he is a complete beast, like always pressing and pressing until I can no longer go anymore. And holy shit the things he does to me when he takes control is nothing I have ever felt before, he just makes it so easy to fall in love, every-time he whispers in my ear or every-time he leaves bruises from the night before. Now those are the best part.” I rambled my head racking all those steamy nights and all that glorious fucking.

“Whoa, (Y/n) a little too much in don’t you think?” She whistled, making me sputter with laughter as i set up the table, my mind still replaying all of our moments.

“I mean you did ask Cora.” Said another voice. I swiftly turned seeing Derek in the doorway his wolf blue eyes staring into mine, a smirk playing around on his lips. The room went dead as we had a staring contest.

“Um hey Der.” She stammered, not really sure of what to say. He didn’t waver as his eyes gripped onto mine, making me uneasy as i moved around the table finding something to fiddle with. Why was i feeling so weird? We were married for crying out loud! I shouldn’t feel so queasy, but somehow i do.

“Hello my dear sister. Would you mind leaving me and (Y/n) alone for a little while? How about just calling again tomorrow.” He voiced his body moving over towards the phone, eyes still watching me like a hawk. I gulped my chest tightening as anticipation washed over me.

“Yeah sure b-.” She didn’t get to finish because Derek hit the ‘End call’ button. He then leaned against the counter arms crossing while still studying my eyes. I cleared my throat finally breaking eye contact as I grabbed the pasta, plating the food. I could feel my body melting as he still stared, my nerves coming loose. Finally having enough of his torture I looked back at him, his body still rigid.

“Okay Derek give it up, how much trouble am I in?” I huffed my arms now crossing my chest mimicking my childish husband. He smiled his white teeth making my knees wobble. He finally walked over to me placing both hands on the table, trapping me. His eye color never changed as he opened his lips to speak.

“Is it true what you told Cora?” He muttered amused as his eyes glowed brighter. I sighed, my body slacking as the stress of worrying left my shoulders. Looking up at him I smiled, my mood already changing.

“What parts exactly?” I teased, my hands coming up his chest slowly.

He glanced down watching my hands, the air he took in coming out short. Dragging his eyes up to mine again he let a cool smile dance its way onto his face, lips jutting out like he was going to kiss me.

“The parts about me being a beast and how you love the bruises i leave you with.” He whispered head leaning in so he could kiss my ear. I closed my eyes the feeling of him replacing all rational thoughts with non-rational thoughts. He chuckled knowing that his presence does something to me. It always has.

“Yes Der fuck. Yes they’re all true. Even the part where I want you to take me now.” I moaned, gripping onto the back of his neck and smashing my lips with his. He growled his hands moving from the table to my body, his right holding my back and his left squeezing my hip. We moved together my body inching more onto the table, Derek leaning up just to knock everything off. He then seductively crawled up to me, his tongue licking my lips before he entered my mouth again.

By that time my tank was ripped off and my sweats along with it, Derek not holding back on me like he did all the times before. I felt my legs shake as he glided his hands down my thighs, his teeth biting into my nipple. My body was heated as he massaged my clit, his tongue dancing  around each breast, while my whimpers held in the air. It was a magical thing really that he could make me unravel with just the simplest of touches.

“Oh baby where do you want me now?” He groaned his eyes shut while his lips kissed my stomach. His left hand working on my clit while his right held my thigh open. Shit, where did i want him? I gripped onto his hair, tugging his face upwards as i motioned for his lips to meet mine. He obliged, my overly-hot skin meshing with his clothes creating a very nice friction.

He leaned up slowly, his kisses dragging along my abdomen and lower as he fully sat up taking off his too-tight shirt off.  I watched in awe as he climbed off the table, yanking off his jeans and boxers, staring a hole straight through me. I decided to be bold and trail my hand down to my heat, my fingers instantly rubbing the bundle sending me into a frenzy. Derek’s eyes were hooded as he grabbed his dick, pumping it while watching me work myself. “Fuck (Y/n).” He groaned his hand moving faster as I stuck in two fingers. This was the hottest thing we have ever done. I felt like i was on cloud nine as I spread myself further and dug in a little deeper.

I saw it on Derek’s face that he was close, so i egged him on hoping to spark something. “Cmon baby cum for me. Make it shoot all over me please, shit i need this Der cmon.” I pleaded my own orgasm reaching through me. He belted out my name as he climaxed, his liquids indeed spilling onto me. I came as well, my fingers squishing as i milked myself. Derek pulled my hand away and brought it to his mouth, popping in my fingers and sucking like no-other. It almost made me cum again.

“God-damn i love you.” He spoke, grabbing my hair and yanking it down, his teeth biting into my neck. I let out a mewl as i wrapped my legs around him, his dick hard again. I gripped onto it whist he was occupied and started to rub the tip. He jerked up his body trying to come closer as he gripped my throat, his eyes cast down into mine. “Let’s take this upstairs shall we?” He rasped his hands going under my thighs.

xmen headcanon

an alternative ending for xma where 

  • instead of going away again, erik stays after saying “you can convince me to do anything” and charles answers him “what if i can do that without my powers? stay for a week or so and in the end of that you decide whether to go or not”
  • erik is all like “oh u little shit u think you have this much influence over me you’ll see i’ll stay here and yet i’ll leave” 
  • spoiler: charles has this much influence over erik. yes, even without his powers
  • on the first day they just talk a lot and charles leaves the training and administrating to hank and raven all day long, focusing on making erik feels welcome and comfortable in the mansion
  • they talk a lot about random things and things go out of track and the subject of the conversation changes and as expected, they fight, because erik thinks charles is uncapable of understanding him and everytime they fight erik starts thinking he’s not worthy or like he belongs in charles bubble of safety and happiness
  • raven “stop bitching around erik for fucks sake charles is just trying to help for once in your life let the man in (pun indeed) and open up to him (pun indeed /2)
  • erik stays 
  • on the second day erik wakes up really early and starts walking around the property of the mansion and runs into peter and even if peter is all awkward and blushing a little he manages to have a real conversation with his dad and when erik says “what would you do if you told someone horrible things that you didn’t mean but yet you feel you are kinda right?” and peter says “if this person really matters to you, i think you should put it all aside and apologise”
  • erik keeps walking alone after peter “i’m sorry i’m really sorry i want i really do to spend more time with you but my class will start maybe we could talk more later? you are an awesome person and i still don’t have many friends in here” maximoff is gone and after a few hours erik just starts running as fast as he can and asks every person in the mansion where charles is until he finds him giving classes and stops in the entrance of the room and goes “i’m sorry charles, i didn’t mean any of that” and charles has his chest warm for the rest of the day
  • erik just disappears after that but in the beginning of the night charles finds him and is all like “i know you didn’t, my friend” and their day two is just watching the trees and feeling the wind together remembering each other that they are still alive after all that insanity 
  • on day three erik wakes up around noon. this is the first night in a very long time he’s slept more than eight hours straight without a nightmare, and he is really grateful to charles for that, even if he didn’t use his powers to help erik. so the day starts really nice and he takes his time taking a long shower, relaxing his muscles and puting on his sweatpants and sweatshirt and goes running around the property while watching a few students playing different sports
  • erik being all like “you are not in the right position, kid. you have to put your feet like this and your torso like this so you have more support to throw the ball” and he goes like that for the rest of the day
  • charles watching and having an ideia
  • day four charles “hey erik i saw you helping the kids out there yesterday and i was wondering if you’d like to give some classes here in the instutute”
  • erik really freaked out 
  • “hey r u that kid with white hair from that day omg please help me charles wants me to give classes what should i do”
  • peter “you were supposed to give me advices and not the other way around” maximoff keeps quiet and just says “you go man!!!!”
  • at first charles only introduces erik to the kids and says “he’s gonna be your physical education teacher, i hope you all be nice to him” and all the kids are like “omg erik is gonna stay here????” and after some awkward moments erik says “well maybe i stick around for a while but only if you can throw a ball right” and everybdy feels challanged and too anxious for erik’s class
  • the class is a success and everybody wants erik to stay 
  • erik and charles laughing together at the dinner table and staying wake until late in the night
  • during day five erik wakes up early again, but not so early, and runs into peter again. this time, though, erik talks excitedly about how good he felt by teaching those kids and that he could do that everyday of his life. it was just nice and fun and made him feel good about himself
  • peter still feels a little awkward, but listens with lots of attention and is basically shining of happiness because “omg dad is talking to me help”. he decides to watch the older kids training when peter again has to go with a lot of apologies and erik goes like “u know what? i think i’m gonna see this famous training of yours”
  • charles is secretly watching from far with a bright smile on his face and his day has never been better than after watching erik giving tips and advice to the young mutants in training
  • after a long day of teaching for both of them have a lovely dinner night in private, after everybody is asleep and just the two of them are in the kitchen and the lights are out and the only thing illuminating the place is the light of some candles 
  • “how it feels like to be teaching the new generation?” “quite tiring, charles”
  • day six they all take a day off and charles takes erik to his favorite part of the mansion: the library. he just knows the kids would be out there with their parents or friends so they’d be alone in that place of the mansion. charles told erik that he loved that place because it was always so quiet and clean and when people weren’t around he could relax his shields and just think
  • and charles babbles for several minutes and all erik can think is how cute charles is and for a moment he forgets charles can read minds so when he blushed erik didn’t understand why so charles projected in his mind “i think you are cute too” and then erik smiles and holds charles hand and suddenly they were back in time when they were all young and innocent because charles countinued to be that dreamy little puppy he’s always been ever since they’d met
  • and that night charles asks erik to sleep in the room with him because “i feel like i can finally relax when you are around”
  • but day seven goes to shit because while erik is on his way to the fields to wait for the kids, he can’t see peter anywhere around so he uses the time he has left to go after the kid and when he finally finds him he sees him in charles office and he has a sad look in his face. at first erik thinks about going in but he sees charles with that serious but gentle look on his eyes and then he says “i know it hurts to watch him be gentle and nice and fun with the other children, but he’s not a psychic, peter. he can’t guess he’s your father”
  • erik storms out so furiously that he doesn’t even risk be near anyone, he just isolates himself and when hank goes look for him, he asks him to tell charles that he’s “leaving right after de sunset” and when hank delivers the message charles doesn’t get what happened until he understands that the enraged thought waves he listened were erik’s and fuck now he could be angry at peter too and dear god now erik is gonna leave and it’s all my fault for not convincing peter to tell him the truth”
  • charles goes after erik and finds him under a tree watching the kids from far and for the look on his face, decides to leave him alone, knowing he lost the bet right in day seven, when he was so so close of getting erik home finally after so many years
  • and the rest of the day is just really gray and peter comes after him again asking what happened and why erik was so weird and when charles tells him peter is fucking pissed like he’s seeing red and he asks professor to take a day off and charles is so sad and not caring at all he agrees and lets peter do whatever he wants
  • so peter passes the day walking around the mansion and calming himself down and suddenly it’s after the sunset and he knows erik’s leaving and he speeds up to stop erik from doing the wrong thing again “i can’t believe you are leaving because of that, you are such a baby”
  • “how could you tell him and not me? and how could he keep that secret from me?”
  • and peter is so fucking done with erik because he’s helped saving the guy two fucking times already and the fucker is still bitching out and “i know i shouldn’t have kept this secret from you and i am sorry but you can’t just be extra and run away you should be thankful because you still have family”
  • erik then goes “come with me”
  • “i can’t leave with you because they need me, and they need you; and more than that, professor needs you because he fucking loves you can’t you fucking see it? you two have been making me sick all week”
  • and then realisation hits him and he puts his baggage down and starts running and only stops to hug peter and “i’m sorry. we’ll talk about it later”  
  • erik runs straight ahead charles’ office and pulls him closer and then he kneels and looking into charles’ eyes “i’m sorry for everything i souldn’t have done that, will you forgive me?” and charles can’t say a word he just starts crying and he hugs erik and “i’m not done yet; i think we should compensate the lost time, right?” and charles’ is still crying and laughing and he just kisses erik and everything ends fine
  • next fathers’ day both charles and erik gets best dads cards 

anonymous asked:

So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ? For Tsuna and Reborn please

“So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?” Tsuna trails off as he huddles in his cocoon of blankets, preparing to go to bed. 

Reborn scoffs. “Your cow brat destroyed my bed, so I’ll be sleeping with you. And I happen to sleep naked. Budge over, Dame-Tsuna.”

Tsuna doesn’t move though. “Maybe I don’t want you in my bed.”

Reborn arches an eyebrow and looks distinctly unimpressed. Tsuna meets his eyes and says nothing.

This is part of their game. Ever since Reborn’s body caught up to where he was before the curse, its been becoming increasingly hard to ignore the weight of his gaze, the way his hands seem to linger just a hair longer than before whenever he touches Tsuna. He’s still Reborn, but the boundaries between them are being subtly prodded into changing once more. This time, in ways Tsuna has no experience in, and has no clue on how to deal with.

So perhaps it says something about the amount of time he’s spent with Reborn that his default idea is playing hard to get. 

“Why not?” Reborn asks, putting a hand on his hip (and nope, Tsuna’s not going to be lured into looking below the chest at all). “You should be honored to have someone like me grace you with my presence. You certainly never seemed to mind when I was small.

“Yes well,” Tsuna points out dryly. “There’s a world of difference between sharing a bed with you as a baby when I was thirteen, and sharing one with you as a grown man now when I’m twenty two.”

Reborn’s gaze darkens, and he looks very much the part of the predator as he tilts his head slightly and utters and quiet “Oh?”

Tsuna has to remind himself to breath after a second, and after swallowing down enough saliva to wet his suddenly very dry mouth, continues. “Well yes. For one, you didn’t hog nearly as many blankets as you probably will now back then. And I refuse to sleep with a blanket hog. So shoo!” And he rolls over, sticking his head under his pillow and praying to whatever gods are available that Reborn takes the hint.

No such luck. A second later the pillow over his head is thrown aside, and Reborn grins down at him, wicked. “Well then, we should snuggle, so we don’t hog blankets, hm?”

Oh no, Tsuna thinks, and a second later he sighs as his blankets are whipped off him, and a warm body wraps itself around him in their stead. The blankets are returned, but the pillow remains gone, a prisoner to Reborn. “There we go,” the man says smugly. “Now isn’t that better?”

Tsuna kind of wants to die a little. While there’s nothing necessarily sexual going on right now, this is rather intimate. Tsuna has very little idea how to deal with intimate as far as Reborn’s concerned. His Guardians? Sure, put him in a snuggle pile with his Guardians any day of the week. Reborn? Not so much.

“Sure,” he says, and turns his back to Reborn, hoping the man will take the clue. He’s used up all his defiance for tonight, and the idea of pushing his luck further results in mental images of Reborn yanking his chain while he blushes and stutters and tries to make himself melt into the floor. “Now go to sleep.”

Except. Except.

Reborn presses himself up against Tsuna’s back, tangling their legs and hooking his chin over Tsuna’s shoulder, arms wrapping themselves around Tsuna’s sides. “Alright,” he purrs. “Goodnight, Tsunayoshi.”

Tsuna says nothing. Reborn drops off after a few moments, but Tsuna doesn’t dare to move. He stays awake until almost two in the morning, when he’s simply too exhausted to stay awake panicking. 

The first thing he hears upon waking is the sound of soft humming. There are fingers, gentle and warm, stroking the back of his neck. Tsuna mumbles nonsense into his pillow, snuggling closer to whichever one of his Guardians has snuck into his bed again. Surely a few more minutes of sleep won’t hurt. It’s Sunday. There’s barely anything to do on Sundays.

The fingers dig into a muscle on his shoulder, and Tsuna positively purrs and arches up into the hand, stretching. Soft laughter meets his actions. “Look at you, all affectionate. After how cruel you were to me last night, I was certain I’d wake up alone.” The fingers dig again, and Tsuna drifts between being almost asleep and almost awake, unsure which way to go. “I should have known you’d be a snuggler.”

“G’t sleep,” Tsuna says to whoever they are. He’s too tired to put a face to the voice, but he knows they’re familiar, and that’s enough for him. “S’nday.”

“So it is.” The body presses closer, and Tsuna rolls over and happily presses closer, letting his own arms wrap around the warm torso, nuzzling into their bare chest. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man, Tsunayoshi, or you’d likely be getting a different kind of wake up call right now.”

Tsuna falls back asleep before whoever the person is can make good on whatever threat they’re making, or whatever the heck they’re talking about. The next time he wakes up he’s alone, and feeling much more rested. He scrubs the sleep from his eyes, takes a warm shower, and then goes downstairs for breakfast. 

“Sleep well?” Reborn asks as he sits down. “I didn’t hog too many blankets, did I?” he snickers at the look on Tsuna’s face.

“Demon,” Tsuna mutters. “Horrible, horrible demon.”

“Now now, let’s not go using such nasty names so early in the morning. You were so sweet to me earlier - let’s go back to that.”

Sweet? Tsuna frowns, wondering what Reborn’s talking abo–

Oh. Oh wait, he…. there was someone in bed with him this morning, wasn’t there?

“You bastard,” he whispers, heat flooding his cheeks as he remembers. Oh dear lord. Reborn’s smirk only makes it that much worse. “You say anything, and I swear I’ll put you in a grave, Reborn!”

“Say anything about what?” Reborn gives his most innocent look. “I didn’t see anything. Certainly didn’t hear anything. What were we talking about again?”

Tsuna isn’t buying it for a second. “One word.”

Reborn just smiles his sunny I’m going to blackmail you so hard smile, and drinks his coffee. 

catatonicparasomnia  asked:

what's your list of fav bellarke fan fiction????

im currently bitter bc i basically had this finished but tumblr decided to have a glitch and delete it all. anyway, here’s round 2 

cause i got you, and now that’s all that matters by @marauders-groupie

lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it. 

Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.

Or: Bellarke in the countryside.

Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.

aphelion by @kindclaws

with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers: 

It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.

Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.

The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)

Sent and Delivered by @clarkescrusade

Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list. 

Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.

aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.

You’re Cool On The Internet, At Least by @prosciuttoe

Once again, SOCIAL MEDIA AU. They meet on facebook and yeah. this is hella cute. I love it. Also, anything Em writes is magic, so please read this and give her the love and adoration she deserves. 

Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.

Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps.

Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek.

Friend request from Bellamy Blake.

Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

neither lost nor found by awildthing 

other than social media au, my weakness is modern magic users au. AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. 

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke’s magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Or, Clarke meets another magic user and teaches him to control his gift–and learns some things along the way.

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) by @spacexualkids

i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess. 

She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.

And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.

“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.

She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”

Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”

That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon. 

I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious. 

so pls send in any and all prompts you want filled by yours truly

were-what-killed-the-dinosaurs  asked:

that driving/walking to school when its freezing prompt w evan/connor! evan's the driver and connor is super stubborn and refuses to get in the car but evan finally bribes him to. when connor gets in, evan starts driving and he's literally the slowest, most careful driver ever and connors like jfc dude stop driving 25 in a 30. at least fucking go 40! (bc connor drives like double the speed limit at all times). feel free to pick and choose what you want from this idea!

Full prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

Hmmm should we call this fic “the time that evan drives just like em”? Nah haha

Thank you so much for this prompt!! im assuming that you read the tags on the prompt au, which makes me really happy cause wow!!! someone actually read that stuff!!! thank you!!! i hope you enjoy!! And!! Im posting another version of this with connor driving and you can read it here !!

And i changed the prompt slightly, they are going home from school :)))))))))))

(side note i have a thing for connor cursing all of the time like every thought has a curse in it and im so sorry for this)

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It was fucking cold. Connor pulled his hoodie around himself tighter. It wasn’t providing much warmth. Walking the two miles home from school was usually a treacherous walk, but in the dead of winter it felt nearly impossible. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but there was still grey slush that was currently seeping into Connor’s shoes. Fuck. It was cold. Connor could practically imagine Zoe driving in her car, warm and having fun. Fuck her. No, not really, but Connor would hold this grudge for hopefully the rest of his life.

Zoe deemed it more necessary to drive her girlfriend around and make out with her in some parking lot than to drive her own brother home. In the snow. Family was real important in the Murphy family.

A car that was way too close to the curb drove by, making even more slush spray all over Connor. How fucking perfect.

In short, this has not been a good day.

A car honked next to him, startling Connor out of his thoughts. A old Mazda sedan, the ugliest shade of green he had ever seen was pulling over. Connor gripped the sleeves of his hoodie tighter. Is this some rapist coming to kill me? Is this it?

The window rolled down, revealing the driver. Connor let out a sigh of relief- he wasn’t going to get raped and killed. It was Evan Hansen.

Evan leaned across his seat.

“You need a ride?” That was a dumb question. Here Connor was, soaked with slush, and freezing his ass off, and Evan comes and asks him if he needs a ride?

“Hell no.” Evan frowned, obviously not expecting that answer. Connor almost laughed at the comical look on Evan’s face.

“Why not? You look miserable out there.” Evan finally said, his voice sounding uncertain.

“That is very true, my friend.” Connor was angry at the world, and he was taking it out on Evan. The boy didn’t seem to have realized this yet.

“So-” Evan made the word much longer than it needed to be. “Why don’t you just get into the car? It’s much warmer in here.”

“Cause I don’t want too. Plus, you probably have crap music in there.” Connor did in fact want to get into the car, but he was stubborn. Part of him wanted Evan to force him into the car, because then Evan would have to get out of the car, and Evan had a cute butt.

So what? Connor thought that Evan was cute. Really cute.

Evan squinted his eyes at the taller boy, and it was then that Connor realized that he was inching closer and closer to the car, and he was standing right outside of the door at this point.

“What type of music do you like?” Connor had lost track of the conversation when he was thinking about Evan’s butt.

“What?” He responded stupidly.

“What type of music do you like? I might have some CD or something in here.” Evan leaned across the center console and opened up the compartment in front of the passenger seat. Connor wasn’t that surprised when nothing fell out- everything about the car was neat and tidy. Evan pulled out a CD carrier and held it out. “If you see something you like in there, get in the car.” Connor thought about it for a few moments. Evan’s arm shook from holding the heavy case with one hand. After a few painful seconds, Connor took the case.

Connor flipped through it, surprised by what he found. Alanis Morissette, Weezer, Nirvana, pretty much a bunch of 90s rock music. Exactly what he didn’t expect from Evan. Connor located one of his favorite Green Day albums and got in the car.  Evan smiled at Connor while Connor put his seatbelt on, and grabbed the CD carrier back.

“Who did you choose?”

“Green Day. Dookie.”

Evan silently put in the CD and started the car up again. They sat in silence while Evan pulled out of the side of the road. It took approximately ten seconds for Connor to get annoyed again.

“You drive like a old man.” He commented. Evan quickly looked at Connor, but then back at the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Evan, the speed limit is 30. You are going 15. Please, for the love of god, go faster.” Connor said, starting to bop his head to the music.

“How fast would you go in a situation like this?”

“Probably 45.” Connor responded confidently, enjoying the look of shock on Evan’s face.

“That is triple what I am going!” Evan cried out, slowing down even more. Thank god no one was behind them.

“You are right, my grandfather drives faster than you.” Evan glared at him.

“I am giving you a ride, but I am not afraid to shove you to the curve again.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Evan.” Connor said, grinning. “This is my house.” Evan stopped suddenly, jerking the car. Connor unbuckled his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and gave Evan a kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow at the end of school! Keep the CD in there!”

Connor jumped out of the car, laughing to himself as he saw Evan blush and fluster. As he walked towards his house, he heard Evan start to drive away at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Connor turned around and waved one last time before going into his house.

anonymous asked:

I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 

“Rude.”

“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

A zimbits Fic

Check, Please! (In the restaurant sense. Not the hockey sense)

Pairing: Zimbits

Jack Zimmermann just wants to impress his boyfriend. Too bad he tried way too hard and Bitty doesn’t really know how to handle it. It’s a good thing milkshakes fix everything.

The restaurant is gorgeous. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s everything that Eric expected from a fancy restaurant, but Christ Almighty it’s the most expensive establishment Eric’s ever set foot in.

“Sweetpea, you didn’t tell me it was going to be this fancy! I would have worn something nicer!” Eric whispers to Jack as their waiter escorts them to their table. Their table that Jack reserved for them weeks in advance! Jack had literally been planning this date for months and Eric was so awed by his dedication that he didn’t bother to look up the restaurant beforehand. It’s obvious now that he should have.

“You look great, Bits, trust me. I think you’re dressed appropriately. They haven’t kicked us out yet, eh?.” Jack says and the corners of his lips turn up into just about the sweetest smile Eric’s ever seen. Eric would swoon if he didn’t know that Jack was only saying that because he was trying to be a good boyfriend. Eric compares his outfit, the same suit he’s worn to every formal event since he was eighteen, to Jack’s outfit, a sleek brand-new tailored suit that probably cost 10 times as much as Eric’s. There’s really no comparison, Eric is under-dressed.

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