can we please talk about his smile

Nursemaid

(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place


“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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anonymous asked:

I love your blog your writing is amazing. I was wondering if maybe you could write about Betty and jughead having a secret relationship because they're just not ready to tell everyone but one day Betty goes to school with a hickey and everyone finds out about their relationship.

Thank you so much! You got it!

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It was the end of spring, cheerleading season was long over but the riverdale high baseball team was having their final home game, so the riverdale vixens decided to dress in their uniforms and support the team.

Spotting Betty walking down the halls in her blue and gold uniform, Veronica smiled.

“Hey vixen, forgot how good that uniform looked on you.” She winked.

Betty laughed “you’re one to talk. You were made to wear that skirt.”

Leaning up against her locker Veronica smiled at herself.

“I’ve got to say it feels good to not have to wear that turtle neck underneath our uniform, I feel free!”

Betty smiled

“Agreed, it feels good to let my neck breathe.”

Veronica nodded in agreement glancing at Betty’s neck, suddenly her eyes were wide and she was tugging the tiny top down even more if possible.

“What the hell! Veronica! What are you doing?!”

Turning Betty’s head to look into the tiny mirror hanging up in her locker, Veronica pointed at her neck.

“What is that?!”

Finally Betty spotted the offending mark Veronica was so concerned about.

It was a hickey.

How had she not seen that?

“Oh, I must have burnt myself on my curling iron this morning! I’m so clumsy, you know that.” She said laughing nervously.

Veronica stared at her with disbelieving eyes

“Sweetie, I know a hickey when I see a hickey. That’s a hickey.”

“Veronica, that’s ridiculous it’s a burn.”

“Betty, I’m your best friend. What are you hiding from me?”

Suddenly, jugheads lazy voice entered the conversation

“Who’s hiding things?”

Both heads whipped around and Veronica reached for Jughead, pulling him towards Betty.

“Look! A hickey! Do you know who Betty’s been seeing? Because I sure don’t.”

Jugheads eyes widened as he caught Betty’s eyes.

He quickly stamped down his panic,

“Maybe it’s a burn, Betty does use a curling iron a lot.”

“Thankyou!” Betty said quickly

“You two are ridiculous. I’m gonna find out , you know I will!” Veronica said before stomping away , leaving betty and jughead alone by the lockers.

“Don’t be mad.” He said quickly

“My neck Jughead! Of all the places!”

He glanced to the heart shaped bruise, marring her skin.

And unfortunately he wasn’t able to hide his proud smirk before she caught it.

Smacking his arm

“Jughead!”

“I’m sorry okay, I got carried away. It was that damn yellow dress last night. You know I love it when you wear that thing.”

She blushed slightly remembering the events that took place in her bedroom last night.

Jughead looked around quickly, making sure no one was looking, before he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“It’ll be fine .I’m sure no one will even notice.”

That was the biggest lie of the year.

She had already been stopped by Kevin, Cheryl, and Josie and half the football team had been whistling when she walked past commenting on the hickey.

By last period, study hall, she was thoroughly over this day, and ready to go back to wearing her sweaters.

The gang all had this period together. So they usually spent it on a table outside.

Sliding into the seat next to Betty’s , jughead slid his hand under the table and squeezed her knee.
She smiled softly at him.

“Okay” Veronica spoke up “Kevin, Cheryl and I have gone over all possible suspects regarding the case of Betty’s hickey”

“Oh my god” betty mumbled, dropping her head to the table.

Archie poked his head up from his music book

“Hickey? Betty? What?!”

Kevin sighed “well there goes my guess, it couldn’t have been Archie if he didn’t even know about it.”

Archie was now leaning over the table trying to get a look at Betty’s neck

“I’m sorry. What?! Betty what the hell?”

Cheryl pulled out a notebook ,passing it to Veronica

“I had it narrowed down to dilton doiley or trev marrow, but after speaking to them I now know that it’s neither.”

“You asked them if they gave me a hickey?!”

Veronica crossed out something in the notebook.

“Well we know it’s not anyone on a sports team, we totally would have found that out by now, and the smart kids wouldn’t be able to do that kind of handiwork If they tried so they’re out. Who does that even leave us with?” Veronica said frustrated.

Suddenly everyone’s eyes shot to Jughead who was leaning back in his seat smirking with a shrug.

“Don’t ask me.”

Veronica’s eyes widened

“Oh my god.”

Cheryl slammed her hands down on the table

“Shut up.”

Kevin nearly spit out his water

“ Total plot twist.”

And Archie was just confused

“What, what do we know?!”

Suddenly Betty smiled, reaching for jugheads hand.

“Okay, now can we please stop talking about this.”

Jughead nodded

“As much as I enjoy hearing you all talk about other guys leaving hickeys on my girls neck, I’d rather we changed topics, thanks”

Archie dropped his book on the floor with a thud.

“Girlfriend?!?”

Jughead sat up straighter

“Yeah girlfriend. Is that a problem pal?”

Archie just sat back, glaring at his best friend.

“This is total breaking news, Betty Cooper and jughead jones. We have so much to talk about. I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Me too.” Cheryl agreed.

“Me three.” Kevin nodded

Betty groaned leaning into her boyfriend

He laughed , kissing her on her forehead.

OK BUT WHY AREN’T WE TALKING ABOUT HOW MARKIPLIER DID A ‘TRY NOT TO SMILE’ CHALLENGE AND CAME ACROSS THE VIDEO OF THIS SCARED, STRAY DOG BEING RESCUED

HAD TO PAUSE THE VIDEO TO GO GET HIS OWN PUPPER FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SO HE COULD HOLD HER AND GIVE HER KISSES

THEN WAS SO TOUCHED BY THE VIDEO AND THE PEOPLE WHO WERE BEHIND SAVING THIS POOR LITTLE PUPPY

THAT HE DONATED A THOUSAND DOLLARS TO THE ORGANIZATION RIGHT THEN AND THERE

LIKE CAN SOMEONE COME CRY ABOUT THIS WITH ME PLEASE

An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 4)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: ye good ol’ angst

A/N: Welpsssss ‘Don’t Say Anything’ won over ‘Tainted Love’ I’m sooorrryyyyyy. Anyways, I hope ya enjoy! Will edit lateeerrrrr


Two weeks have flown by since the day at the zoo and you’ve kept your distance from both Bucky and Nat. You didn’t completely shut them out, just anytime they wanted to do something with you, you’d make up some believable excuse.

You spent most of your time in your room being a depressed fish, the other members of the team coming to check up on you every now and then. It sucked. Why must feelings exist?

“Hey kiddo,” you can hear Tony say from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” you sigh, laying on your side, wrapped up like a burrito. You feel like trash and you look like trash.

The door opens and Tony frowns. “Dinners ready. You’re eating with us. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“But-”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” he repeats.

You sigh. “Why do you hate me so much.”

“I don’t hate you, I love you which is why I’m making you come out and eat with us.” he gives you a small smile. “Come on, I’m tired of seeing you so sad. You hardly come out of your room now, what’s going on?”

He shuts the door and sits down on the floor in front of you.

“Nothing.”

“If it wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t be sitting in here with you right now, so tell me.”

“I just - I don’t want to talk about it.” you shut your eyes. “Please don’t make me talk about it.”

The last part came out as a whimper and it made Tony frown even more. He moved the blanket from your head and threaded his fingers into your hair. “I won’t make you talk about it. But just know that I’m here if you want to talk. I won’t judge you or anything.”

You hum as he scratched your head softly. “You’re such a dad.”

Tony chuckled. “A good looking dad, right?”

“You wish.” you scoffed.

Tony smiled and stood up from the floor, removing his hand from your head in the process and causing you to open your eyes. “Come on, I’ll even serve you your plate.”

“Is this a trick?” you question.

“I know, I know, I’m actually being nice for once, call the police.” he playfully rolled his eyes. You laugh and sit up, wrapping your little blanket over your head. You follow Tony into the kitchen where everyone was, talking and what not. No one had sat down at the table yet so you make your way over to a chair and sit down, clutching your blanket tighter to your body.

Bucky and Natasha were sitting on the couch only a few feet away, sitting ever so close to each other. You wanted to go back to your room. You wanted to be anywhere but here - anywhere as long as those two weren’t there. Your heart was broken enough.

“Alright you little assholes, come sit down, dinners ready!” Sam announced. Bucky and Nat look over their shoulders and when Bucky sees you he stands up, quickly making his way over to you to claim the seat beside you. You don’t look at him. You can’t. But you know he’s looking at you.

Natasha sits down in front of you and you want to melt into a puddle. How are you supposed to survive this dinner with Bucky next to you and Natasha in front of you? Does the world really hate you that much?

You watch everyone serve themselves, talking about god knows what, you’re tuning everyone out. You just want to get this over and done with so that you can go back to your room and wrap yourself up into a burrito again. Tony places a plate in front of you, telling you to eat and you sigh.

While everyone seemed to be engaged in a conversation about something, you stay quiet, eating your food. As if the gods above didn’t want it to go that way, Bucky leans in towards you.

“What’s going on, baby doll?” he says for only you to hear.

“Nothing, why?” you respond, continuing to pick at your food.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Y/N. Are you purposely ignoring me?”

“I’ve been busy, James.” you sigh.

“So you are ignoring.” he nods. “That’s just great.”

You roll your eyes. “Not everything is about you, Bucky.”

“It’s the guy huh? The one you like?”

He’s looking at you and god do you want to look at him too. But you can’t or else you’ll break down and you can’t break down. Not in front of everyone. Not during dinner.

Bucky scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re still sulking about this asshole, Y/N.”

“You don’t understand, Bucky.” you try to remain calm. “I’ve liked this guy for years. It’s gonna take a while till I’m over him.”

“Will you just tell me who he is? I just wanna talk to him.” he says and you shut your eyes.

“Can we just not talk about it, please?” again, you whimper. Bucky feels a bit of anger towards this guy.

“Alright, we won’t talk about it, for now.” he nods. “On another note, Nat and I have an announcement.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah so say tuned.” he then cleared his throat. “Guys, Nat and I have something to say.” and it was quiet. They all looked at Bucky, waiting for him to go on. He looks at Nat and smiles. “We wanted to tell you guys when we were all together.” Bucky licks his lips. “Nat and I are dating.”

And just like that, you lost all hope. You felt sick. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to be that close to Bucky or that close to Natasha. Congratulations went around as well as “finally!” and you felt even more sick.

You quickly stand up, grabbing everyone’s attention before muttering something about not feeling good. Without waiting for a response from someone, you make a beeline for your room, shutting the door and rushing into the bathroom. You hold onto the sides of the sink and breathe. In and out, in and out. You splash some water on your face and take a deep breath.

You should have just stayed in your room. Why didn’t you just stay in your room? You can’t get hurt in your room, your room loves you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exit the bathroom, being startled by Wanda who was sitting down on your bed.

“Shit Wanda, you scared me.” you breathe out, clutching your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Bucky.” she says. Your blood runs cold.

“Wh-What?”

“The guy you like, it’s Bucky.” she spoke and your eyes swell with tears.

“How did you find out?”

Wanda stands up. “Please don’t be mad at me.” she says. “After you ran off, I knew something was wrong. I hate seeing you so sad and broken, Y/N. You’re my best friend. So I.. Listened in on your thoughts.”

“That’s an invasion of my privacy, Wanda!” your tears fall from your eyes.

“I know but I wasn’t going to sit around and watch you be sad, Y/N. You were never going to tell me any of this. I want to help because I hate seeing you sad.” she responds. Your lip quivers.

“I don’t know what to do.” you cry, eyes blurring with tears. Wanda engulfs you. “Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not attractive? I’ve been there for him since day one, Wanda. I thought he liked me, at least a little bit. But of course, he likes Nat. Everyone does. I was so stupid to think that-”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk like that.” she tells you. “Don’t do this to yourself, Y/N. Don’t put yourself down. There’s someone out there who’s dying to be with you, you just have to wait it out. Don’t let this affect the rest of your life.”

You hold back a sob. “I hate feeling this way. Everything hurts.”

“I know.” she sighs, rubbing your back. “I know.”

The two of you stay like that for a bit while you calm down. It seems like all you’ve been doing is crying. You hate it. Suddenly your door opens, standing there is Bucky, a worried look etched on his face.


A/N: I know these parts are really short but just bear with me okay? Anyways, tell me what ya think.

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*Kaneki feels ready to give the next step and have sex with Touka*

Kaneki: uhh, Touka-chan…
Touka: Mmmh?
Kaneki: About what you said months ago… when we were uhhh, t-talking…
Touka: What did I say?
Kaneki: *blushes* you know… the talk we had…
Touka: Talk? 
Kaneki: Yeahh, you said… uh… that, well, you… I… 
Touka: Are you okay?
Kaneki: T-Touka-chan! You know what I’m talking about…
Touka: I don’t remember any talk… can you please describe what I said to you?
Kaneki: T-TOUKA-CHAN… p-please…
Touka: I have a very bad memory
Kaneki: *about to lose his shit* Touka-chan.. please, you said… you said t-that…
Touka: *smiles* say what? (  ͡°  ͜ʖ  ͡° )

rip kaneki

Endgame part 1 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I had this idea from listening to so many songs and just mashing them together, so this series is like an All Time Low, Drunk and Happier mash up, hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fights

Word count: 1631


You and Jughead had been best friends since the moment you first started Riverdale. You just clicked, no one in your little group of friends could believe how close you both were, seeing as Jughead seemed to hate everything, but whenever you were around his smirk turned into a smile and his heart would go a million beats a second.

You knew you loved him, Ronnie knew too, after all you two lived together and you couldn’t really live with her without her knowing, you had held it in for too long and decided you wanted at least one person you knew to know your feelings for the infamous Jughead Jones.

Ronnie ended up telling Betty and they both shipped you guys, hard. They would always find ways to either leave you two alone together or have you two be close to each other when everyone hung out in a group.

You were sure Ronnie had heard you sneak Jughead through the window one night, but that was completely platonic, he needed somewhere quiet to write his novel, Archie house (Where Jughead lived) had Archie and Val composing songs in the ‘Soundproof’ garage, Pops was full of the other jocks celebrating getting into some finals thing, but Jughead knew your room would be quiet.

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Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.

“Y/N.”

His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

SOS - phandomlittlepop

Title: SOS

Drabbler: thatsmistertoyou

Beta: larryfravan

Doodler: @firedawnleafpool - art coming this Sunday!

Warnings: Copious amounts of swearing and pancakes

Summary: Dan’s actual job is working at Louise’s diner, but he could make a career out of saving cute dark-haired strangers from dates with assholes.

A/N: Thanks to the ever-wonderful @philslesters for her help with this. It’s about damn time I plucked up the courage to post 1k of fluff. This is my first time doing PLP and it was a lot of fun :)

“I understand why people do it, but the business side just doesn’t work, Phil,” the asshole at table four explains, and Dan’s a bit miffed for having missed that much of the conversation. He has no idea what Jerkface is on about.

“More Coke?” Dan asks Blue Eyes - or Phil, assuming Dingbat has his name right.

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thebonnielassofyvie  asked:

Hi, can please write a Bughead headcanon about them being obliviously cuddly/touchy-feely? Thanks

Here you go, hope you like it!

Headcannon: Jughead can’t keep his hands off Betty whenever he’s sitting next to her, even when they’re with their friends, and Betty can’t stop smiling or blushing every time he does. 

Jughead slid onto the bench of the picnic table, his knee knocking into Betty’s as he settled into the seat next to her. As Betty glanced up to meet his gaze, she bit her bottom lip to hide the same smile that always threatened to creep onto her lips whenever Jughead was around.

“Can we please talk about this ridiculous photography assignment?” Veronica asked from her seat on the other side the table. “It makes less sense than the plot to that movie Kevin made us watch last week about that creepy humanoid duck alien thing.”

Betty’s eyes drifted from her friends sitting at the other end of the table, to the boy sliding his hand onto her knee next to her.

“Hey, Howard the Duck is a classic and should be treated as such,” Kevin defended his movie of choice, pointing a finger at Veronica before reaching forward to grab a hand full of chips from the bag on the table. “Besides, the assignment seems pretty straight forward. Make a collage of the most meaningful experience from your past. Doesn’t really scream complex, pull-your-hair-out-after-six-cups-of-coffee-and-a-bottle-of-Advil, research assignment to me.”

Gently, Betty placed a hand on Jughead’s arm, feeling the fabric of his jacket through her fingers as she focused her attention on the splintering piece of wood on the table.

“Yeah, but every meaningful experience I can think of involves expensive shoes or really fancy cheese and I don’t think Mr. Buckley will appreciate such sophisticated taste,” Veronica pointed out, crossing her legs underneath the table and leaning forward to take a bite of her salad. “What do you think Betty?”

Jughead intertwined his fingers through hers, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand as they locked eyes, completely oblivious to anything else happening in the world around them.

“Hmm?” Betty mumbled, her eyes never breaking Jughead’s gaze. Veronica raised a curious eyebrow at the couple, quickly bending down to find their interlocked hands resting comfortably between them under the table.

“Are you kidding me?” Veronica gasped, turning to Kevin with wide eyes. “They’re totally holding hands under the table again!”

“Busted,” Kevin stood from the table to place a firm hand in the center of the wooden surface. “Drop em’ you two, we had a deal!”

“We tried, V, honestly,” Betty tried to explain, turning to Jughead and shrugging helplessly. “It’s like this gravitational pull that we can’t seem to break. Kind of like Kev and his bad taste in movies.”

“First of all rude, second of all gag,” Kevin scrunched up his nose in disgust as he snatched the bag of potato chips from the table and shoved a handful into his mouth.

“Okay, whatever but can you two please stop caressing each other long enough to listen to me complaining about school and expensive shoes?” Veronica whined, shoving her lunch tray away from her to place her elbows on the surface.

“Do we have a choice?” Jughead muttered. “Because I can think of about 734 other things I could be doing right now that sound like a better option than that.”

“Yeah, well, the one thing you really want to be doing right now is sitting right next to you so…” Kevin mumbled under his breath, tossing a chip into the air and catching it in his mouth.

“Kev!” Betty protested, her cheeks beginning to turn a faint pink color that always gave away her embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, you set that one up for me,” Kevin told her, his lips curling into a devilish smile as he set the bag of chips back onto the table.

“He’s right you know,” Veronica agreed. “You fell right into the trap.”

“I’m going to go get some more chips,” Jughead announced, standing from the picnic table and turning to Betty before walking back to the student lounge. “You want anything Bets?”

“No, I’m good thanks,” Betty smiled up at Jughead, their eyes lingering a second longer than necessary.

Veronica cleared her throat, and the couple turned away from each other to glance uncomfortably at the ground. “Oh no, we’re good too, Jugs, thanks,” Veronica said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him as she watched him walk up the hill.

“You guys are the worst,” Betty informed them, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning forward on the table.

“And you two are adorable,” Kevin swooned.

“Adorably annoying,” Veronica corrected him. “Seriously control the touchy feely stuff while we’re around would you? Otherwise you’re gonna have to find some other friends to ignore every time the two of you are within a few feet of each other.”

“We’re not that bad are we?” Betty wondered, her brows drawing together in concern as she thought back to all the times her friends had caught them with their hands all over each other when they were supposed to be hanging out as a group.

“Trust me, you don’t want her to answer that, B,” Kevin warned her, turning to Veronica who simply to a sip of her water and shrugged.

“I’m really sorry guys,” Betty apologized. “I promise to be a better friend, I’m just…”

“In love?” Kevin finished for her, raising an intrigued eyebrow and crumpling his empty chip bag before tossing it in the trashcan behind him.

“What?” Betty gasped, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of the word ‘love.’ “No, I-”

“It’s okay to admit it, Betty,” Veronica cut her off, her face softening as she placed a gentle hand on Betty’s arm. “That boy can’t keep his eyes off you - or his hands it seems. I mean you’re literally his whole world. He obviously feels the same way.”

“You think?” Betty asked, hoping with everything she had that Veronica was right. “Sometimes I’m not so sure.”

“You should be,” Veronica assured her, grabbing her tray and turning in her seat to toss her empty salad container into the trash. “And you should tell him.”

“Oh, I don’t…” Betty mumbled, fully prepared to tell Veronica that she couldn’t tell him something like that, at least not yet. But after a moment of thinking about how she had been dating Jughead for almost six months and that her heart raced every time she was in the same room as him, she started to think that telling him that she loved him wasn’t so crazy after all. “You really think I should?”

“I do,” Veronica nodded. “And I think you should tell him tonight.”

“Tell who what?” Jughead snuck up behind Betty, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before returning to his spot next to her on the bench.

“Nothing!” Betty said almost too quickly. “It’s nothing - um do you want to walk me home tonight after we finish up at the Blue and Gold? There’s something I kind of wanted to talk to you about.”

“Absolutely,” Jughead told her, leaning forward to brush an eyelash off her cheek and smiling down at her. “Can’t wait.” 

“Yeah,” Betty beamed at him, her heart beating a mile a minute the way it always did when he was this close to her. “Me either.”

Can we talk about that pleased (adorably smug) smile on Betty’s face after he said this? Damn Juggie, you sure know how to say the right thing to your girl😂❤
Also, it shows that even though the underlying issues were still there, it was clear that Betty’s heart was undoubtedly into ensuring that Jughead was happy on his birthday. She may have taken the wrong route, but she is surely “falling for that Jones boy”

Road Rage//Scott McCall Imagine

Originally posted by fytwolf

Author: @celestial-writing

Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)

Paring: Scott McCall/Reader

Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)

Request: No

A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you! 

Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?


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The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.

Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.

Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?

Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window

You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.

“Scott!” You whispered yelled.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.

“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.

“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.

“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.

You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.

“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.

“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.

Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.

“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.

“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.

“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.

“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”

“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.

“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.

“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.

“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.

“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.

“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.

“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.

“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.

You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.

“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.

You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.

Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.

“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.

“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.

“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.

“But you know what ha-”

“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.

“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”

“Baby-”

“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.

“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.


The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.

Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.

Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.

Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.

Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.

Scott ~ I love you.

There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.

“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.

“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.

“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.

“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.

“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.

“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.

“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.

“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.


Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.

“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.

“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.

“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.

“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.

“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.

Scott’s POV

Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.

It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.

It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.

Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.  

He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”

“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.

“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.

Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.

“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.

“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.

“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.

(Y/N) POV

You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.

Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?

Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.

Baby ~ Please talk to me.

You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.

“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.

“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.

“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.

“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.

“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.

“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.

“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.

Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.

“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.

The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”

The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.

“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.

“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.

“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.

“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.

“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”

“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.

“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently  grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.

The one where you know what you want.

Finally, the fifth addition to the Divorce Series AU. I was inspired by two books written by Colleen Hoover, ‘November 9 and Hopeless’, I highly recommend giving it a read. They are amazing.  Let me know in my ask box if you guys are enjoyed this part. ENJOY! :)

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I Need You~Jay Park Angst/Fluff

Originally posted by catcher-spirits

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners.*

Requested Prompt; Jay was also requested to have a scenario based on the song Your Love by Elo ft The Quiett.

Words:1.7k

Jay and you have been dating for about three years now. For those three years most of your relationship was amazing, but every couple has their faults. Jay was known to flirt with other girls while the two of you were dating. Even when you guys would be together, his eyes would wander to other girls that were around. It made you always second guess yourself, and question whether or not he actually loved you. 

 Every time you brought your concerns up with him, he would either wave them off as you being paranoid, or he would get upset and the two of you would get into an argument. Which lead to one of you leaving the apartment so both of you could cool down. You didn’t know how to approach him about how you feel, and it was causing you to pull away from him. 

The relationship you once knew was slowly falling apart right before you, and you didn’t know how to fix it, because you didn’t know how you could approach Jay. 

 You looked down at your coffee as you thought about what to do about your relationship. You really wanted things to work out between Jay and you, because you loved him with all your heart. But your heart could only take so much. Maybe it was time to start seeing other people. 

 Your heart hurt at the thought of seeing someone other than Jay, but maybe it really was for the best. You sighed as you got up from the table to dumb your now cold coffee down the sink. You didn’t want to be thinking like this, you loved Jay.

 Maybe a night out away from Jay could help you come to a clear decision. You looked at your clock, you still had about three hours left before any of your friends were off of work. You bit your lip in thought of what you could do for those three hours. “Maybe I could go out for lunch?” You thought to yourself. “It could pass a lot of time.” You decided. 

 You walked to your bedroom to change into something a little more presentable. You looked through your closet before deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans and a cute long sleeve shirt. Then walking to your mirror in your bedroom you started to do your makeup. After about twenty minutes, you were satisfied with how you looked. Smiling to yourself you stood up heading towards the front door. You grabbed a jacket, your keys and slipped on some vans. 

 You locked your apartment door, and headed towards your car. You got into your car and drove in the direction of your favourite restaurant. It was one of the first restaurants that Jay took you too. It was a family orientated restaurant, and that’s what you loved about it. It felt like home. You got there in about fifteen minutes. Turning the ignition off, you got out of your car. 

As you walked into the restaurant a little bell rang signaling that someone had entered. You found a booth that was near the front of the store and sat down. As you waited for your waiter, all of these memories of you and Jay came back to your mind. “Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.” You laughed at yourself. 

 You smiled as a waiter came to your table. You couldn’t deny that he was pretty cute. 

“Hello my name is Joon, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” He asked you. 

 You bit your lip in thought. “Um I’ll have just some orange juice please.” You said as you smiled back at him. 

“Sure thing! I’ll be back with your drink.” He said as walked away. 

 You couldn’t help but stare at him. He really was cute, but he still didn’t really compare to Jay. “Maybe nobody can compare to him.” You sighed. 

 As Joon came back with your drink, the bell rang again. Unconsciously you turned at the sound, and your heart sunk at what you saw. It was Jay, and a girl. 

As you kept staring the rest of AOMG came through the door, but that didn’t really register with you. All you could think about was Jay and the really pretty girl at his side. You quickly turned so your back was facing them. Just as you were about to leave Joon came back to your table. 

“Here you go! Are you ready to order?” He asked you. 

 You looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. “I-I don’t really know if I’ll be staying anymore. I just saw something that I really didn’t want to see.” You told him softly. 

 Joon looked at you with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” He asked you. 

You looked down at the table. “I-I don’t know.” You mumbled. 

 Joon quickly sat down on the other side of the booth. “What’s wrong err sorry I don’t know your name.” He said sheepishly. 

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “My name is y/n.” You told him. 

 Joon smiled. “That’s a really pretty name. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked you. 

You looked up at him and bit your lip. “The people that just walked in, well one of them is my boyfriend, and he’s with a girl. We’ve been having problems lately, and I guess he’s finally had enough of me.” You told him as you gave a soft laugh. 

Joon looked over at the group of people that just walked through the door, to find someone staring right back at him. “Is your boyfriend covered in tattoos, and have really piercing eyes?” He asked you. 

You slowly nodded. “Yes? Why?" 

 Joon looked over at you and smiled. "Well he’s kind of shooting daggers at me right now.” He told you. 

 Your eyes widened. “What?” You asked as you turned to look at Jay. True to Joon’s word, Jay was glaring at him really intensely. As you looked over at Jay, both of your eyes met. 

 Jay frowned at you in confusion. Probably wondering why you were sitting with some random guy, at the restaurant you two loved. 

You looked away, and sighed. “I’m so sorry Joon, I didn’t mean for you to get involved. I’m just going to head back home, but I really enjoyed talking to you.” You told him as you stood up. 

 You smiled at him once again before making your way to the front door. As you were heading out of the door, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was, and it was Joon. 

He shoved a piece of paper into your hand. “It’s my number. Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you or anything, but if you need to talk call me okay?” He told you as he squeezed your hand. “Besides, I don’t really go for girls.” He whispered as he winked at you. 

 You laughed. “Thank you Joon. I’ll be sure to call you!” You told him as you pulled away, and left the restaurant. 

 You quickly walked to your car and got in. Just as you were going to start the car, someone knocked on your window.  You jumped in surprise. You turned to look out your window, and it was none other than your boyfriend Jay. 

 "Y/N we need to talk.“ He told you as he went to open your door, but you quickly locked it. That didn’t amuse Jay too much. "Y/N I’m serious, we need to talk.” He said as he tried to open your door again. 

 You looked at him. “Why were you with her?” You asked him. Jay looked a little taken aback by your question. 

“Y/N she’s part of AOMG. All of us were going out for lunch, and it was my turn to choose where we go. I couldn’t think of any other place except here.” He told you as he tried your door again. “Please y/n just open the door so we can talk. Please.” He begged. 

You bit your lip as you stared at your lap. You slowly unlocked your door. When Jay heard the click of the lock he immediately opened your door. He gently grabbed your face causing you to look at him. 

“Y/N I would never betray you like that.” He told you. “I-I know we haven’t really been in a great place lately.” He sighed. “You know I can tell when you have something you want to talk about. I should’ve just talked with you about your worries, but I was scared about what you wanted to talk about.” He said truthfully. “I was scared you wanted to break up.” He mumbled. 

 Your eyes widened slightly. In a way he had the same worries as you. “I-I thought you didn’t want me anymore since you were always looking at other girls.” You told him. 

 Jay quickly shook his head. “Babe no, that’s not true. I love you. Only you. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just please don’t end things between us.” He said as he gently rubbed your cheek. 

 You smiled. “Jay I love you.” You told him softly causing him to smile. 

He leaned in and gave you a kiss. “I love you to baby.” He mumbled against your lips. He pulled back slightly. “So can we talk about this guy at the restaurant?” He asked you. 

 You laughed. “He’s just a friend. Trust me I’m not his type.” You told Jay as you smiled at him. 

Jay looked confused. “You’d be anyone’s type.” He told you as he winked at you. You rolled your eyes, and playfully pushed him away. “Whatever.” You said as you stuck your tongue out at him. 

 Jay laughed, leaned in and kissed you. “I love you y/n never forget that. I need you in my life.” He whispered to you. 

 "I need you in mine too Jay.“ You whispered back against his lips. 

 Both of you needed each other to be happy in your lives.

*Thank you for requesting this scenario! I really hope you enjoy this scenario as much as you enjoyed the Simon D one! Thank you for being patient with me as well lol! If any of you guys have requests don’t be afraid to ask! I’d be happy to do them! :)*

Perhaps I do- Chris Jackson X Reader

Could you maybe do a fanfic with Chris because I’ve never seen one with him and I’d love to see one written by you

WARNINGS: there is like two swear words

“Oh come on just sing it.”

“Only if you sing it with me. Take it or leave it.” Chris told me, crossing his arms and smiling at me.

“You are a way better singer.” I argued.

“Not true, I love your voice. Which is why we should sing it together.”

“Chris I will fight you over this, you are the better singer.”

“Prove it.”

“Daveed, Oak. What do you guys think?”

“We think you love each other and that you should sing something together.” Daveed said, lounging on the couch opposite from us. He then proceeded to say something that I couldn’t hear and Oak burst out laughing.

“Thank you Daveed for your opinion but we only love each other as friends. And that technically means that I’m right.” Chris pointed out, grinning.

“Y'all are gonna get married just as friends and fuck just as friends as well.” Daveed added and I felt my face grow red.

“I probably should-” He stood up.

“Yeah.” I replied quickly and he left.

“Our break is over. We should get back to practicing.” I mumbled and I headed to the stage where my fellow ensemble members were in place already. I got in my spot and everyone else got in their positions.

I was dancing with Chris for Helpless.

“Boy you got me helpless… look into your eyes and the skies the limit. Helpless… down for the count and I’m drownin’ in them.” I sang in harmony with the others. Chris smiled at me and we followed the choreography.

The song finished and we transitioned into Satisfied smoothly.



“Chris we’ve know each other forever and I know when you love someone and it’s obvious that you-” Lin started but stopped after looking around at everyone else who was actively participating in the conversation. He paused for a moment.

“Anyway Y/N, I told you are an amazing singer.” Chris said, turning the attention to me.

“I believe I told you to prove it.”

“In Helpless. We always dance together- Daveed stop thinking about it like that- and I know that you’re a good singer because I am always listening for your voice.” He said, not pausing despite the fact that Daveed was laughing extremely hard.

“Hey you implied that, not me.” He smiled and I shook my head, smiling a bit.

“Lin can you please talk some sense into this man?” I asked, pointing to Chris. Lin held his hands up.

“He didn’t say a word that wasn’t true.” Lin pointed out.

“Lin is a scoundrel and so it seems you.” I said, looking at Chris.

“Meet me on the dueling ground.” Chris cried in defense although he had a huge smile on his face.

“Behind Denny’s at three am. Everything is legal behind Denny’s.” I laughed which made it hard to understand what I said. I rested my head on Chris’s shoulder, trying to stop giggling. He wrapped his arm around me and I heard Daveed make a comment but he didn’t stop.

“I love you.” I whispered quietly, my laugh dying down. I couldn’t even hear myself say it but I felt him hold me closer.



“Chris, quick question but why did you feel it was nessecary to come into my apartment at three o fucking clock in the morning?”

“I waited for you behind the Denny’s.”

“You’re a dork.”

“I’m a dork who’s tired.”

“Fair. It’s my fault that you were at the Denny’s anyway.”

“I brought Daveed and Oak as well and they put it on their stories.”

“I’m sorry but I thought that it was clear that I was joking?”

“Well yeah but just in case.”

“Do you want me to make you coffee or something?”

“I had a milkshake at Denny’s, no worries.”

“You take the bed.”

“I mean I wasn’t planning on staying.”

“It’s three am and you’re staying here for the night. You look exhausted.”

“You look beautiful.”

“You need sleep.”

“Nonsense.”

“It’s almost sunrise but the sky is still blue.”

“Ámame.” He said quietly, to the point I almost didn’t hear it and I looked at him surprised. He really doubted the fact that I memorized the soundtrack from In The Heights, didn’t he?

“Love me.” I smiled and he looked confused before he grabbed my hand.

“Perhaps I do.”

can we please talk about phil lester.

• phil “spent all night in the hospital with dan when they weren’t sure what was wrong” lester.

• phil “sends his friends customized gifts to congratulate them” lester.

• phil “makes other’s anxiety feel better by doing the thing with them” lester.

• phil “supported dan when he decided to drop university and helped him through that uncertain time” lester.

• phil “I won’t pull away first when we’re hugging bc I know you might need it” lester.

• phil “I lost a friend when I was young but I’m living with a smile because I know that’s what he would’ve wanted” lester.

• phil “I have nothing but love to give” lester.

My Best Friend is the School’s Bad Boy(Luke Hemmings)

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Luke walks down the hall, hard look on his face. His tattoo covered body was what drawed a lot of attention towards him, not that Luke minded. He smelt a bit like cigarettes, having just smoked one before class, and the freshmen that saw him had already told half the school.

He opens his locker, removing the dark sunglasses off his face, and tucking them on the collar of his shirt. “Hey, Luke,” you grin leaning on the locker next to his.

“Hey, Y/N,” he gives you a soft smile.

“So, the new Fast and Furious comes out this week, and I already got us tickets.”

Luke chuckles a bit, “When?”

“Friday, a little before nine,” you answer. “We could get something to eat before,” you offer. “Pizza at Leo’s?” He smirks, knowing full and well that that’s what you would want to eat, and that you’d probably hate eating anywhere.

“Great,” you grin. He shuts his locker, swinging his arm over your shoulder, walking towards you locker. “So, rumors true? Were you smoking outside?”

He sighs, “Y/N.”

“You promised,” you frown at him.

“I promised I’d try,” he corrects.

“Luke,” you pout. “I don’t want to lose you to lung cancer, please, will you get better? For me?”

He sighs again, “Fine, for you.” He grins watching as you clap your hands with a smile on your face.

“Give me the pack,” you hold your hand out.

Luke complies, taking the new pack from his back pocket, and slapping it into your palm. You toss it in the trash as you near your locker. “So, you wanna spend the night after the movie?” You turn the combination on your locker. Luke has been sneaking into your house for awhile now, and he often spent the night. Luke helped with your nightmares, which you get rather frequently. “Have they gotten worse?”

“They aren’t as often, but they aren’t getting better.” You grab your textbook.

“I’ll be there,” he smiles.

“Mr. Hemmings.” You both turn to see the principle standing there. “My office, now.”

“Yes, sir.”


“What happened?” You asked later at lunch. You both sat alone most days, but sometimes some of Luke’s friends would join. Michael, Calum, and Ashton were just like Luke. Four very misunderstood nice guys. Today they had a different lunch period, so that meant you two were alone.

“Well let’s just say you did good taking the pack,” he says.

“Those freshmen really work fast.”

“It’s uncanny,” he comments.

A few minutes later, you’re approached by a girl in your grade. “Are you guys dating?” She asks, timidly.

“Is that your business?” Luke asks. He wasn’t trying to be mean, but he didn’t like when people would spread rumors about you. You were one of the few people he considered family.

“Luke,” you scold. “No we aren’t dating, why?”

“Some people were talking, and-”

“Who?” Luke cuts her off, and she cowers back a bit.

“Luke,” you give him a look. “It’s fine.” You give her a soft smile, “Don’t worry about him, but no. He’s like my brother,” you shrug.

“Oh,” she seemed surprised. “Really? Cause you guys seem-”

“We’re not, okay? Now leave,” Luke says. The girl hurries off, rushing back to her friends.

“You didn’t have to be such an ass,” you comment.

“I’m gonna kill them,” he grumbles. “Why were they talking about you? They should know better than to-”

“Luke,” you smile, “It’s okay. It’s high school, it’s normal for people to talk. You can’t protect me from everything.”

“I sure as hell can, and I will.”

“Luke, they’ll suspend you if you get in another fight. Just leave it alone, please,” you plead.

“Fine, whatever,” he rolls his eyes.

“Perfect, now I’m coming over to help you study for the science test on Thursday.”

“We have a test?”

“And that’s why I’m coming over.”

Listen. I know we’re all worried about Yongguk, but should we really assume something is wrong just because, what, he didn’t talk or smile enough today? Interviews/fanservice have never been his cup of tea, have they? And the album was just released today, so of course he’s nervous about what fans are gonna think about the new sound. I honestly didn’t expect anything else from him today? Just. Can we please not “analyze” him?