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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”


She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

{Playlist} Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve

It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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Jealousy - Smut

Originally posted by titsonafish100

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 1,952
AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.

Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.

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For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️

“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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Creep (Mitch Marner)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do 87 from the otp drabble challenge list with auston matthews or mitch marner? I love your writing!

#87: “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”

Word count: 1002

Originally posted by mttymrts

You and Mitch had been friends for a while, but you had only become good friends a few months ago. Now, it almost seemed like, wherever one was, the other was close behind. You were always going on impromptu adventures with him, he was always sending you funny videos from practice; if you weren’t together, you were sure to be talking with him on the phone. You and Mitch had such a good thing going, in fact, that you often had to ignore the raging crush you had on him.

You weren’t sure when you had developed feelings for your best friend, but you were sure that, once you had discovered that you liked him, you fell hard. Sure, it was difficult not blushing every time he grabbed your hand, or whenever he paid for something, much to your chagrin, but you managed. For one, you didn’t even think that he liked you back and, for another, you couldn’t ruin your friendship.

You had heard all the horror stories of best friends who dated, found out they were better as friends, broke up and then discovered that things just weren’t the way they were before they had started dating. You couldn’t bear the thought of Mitch not being in your life in some capacity, so you just decided to not deal with all of the very non-platonic feelings bubbling at the surface.

Today, Mitch had dragged you out to go walk around downtown Toronto with him and Auston, his other best friend. You really weren’t in the mood to go out, but Mitch had insisted, saying that he wanted to hang out before the team left for a couple of games. He also said that you need to get out of the house, since you were ‘recovering’ from the flu. You knew he was right, but that still didn’t mean that you were going to admit it.

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Sing roleswap au! These drawing are not to proper scale for character heights/sizes. A behemoth of a project that i put lots of love into! I thought it might be fun to switch around the roles for that characters, and hey- I was right! Full character rundowns beneath the cut since it’s a lot

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Breaking Point (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by hamiltontrashfam

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Hi! I’m not sure if you would still do this but would you mind making a story using this angst prompt? “You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” Bye take care and keep up the good work!”’ (@perkyelsie )

Prompt: Thomas and (Y/N)’s very toxic relationship. Then, (Y/N) can’t take it anymore.

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Yelling, Verbal Abuse, Punches



“Thomas!” You marched down the stairs and into the media room where your southern casanova of a husband was, sitting on an expensive white fur couch, drinking a glass of red wine. He was watching some stupid politics channel like he does every day he’s home. He was dressed in his usual purple and black suit. His hair was fluffy as usual. He never changed how he looked, which bored you. 

“Can’t you see that I’m busy, (Y/N)?” Thomas snapped as he motioned to the television. “I’m watching the democratic party make fools of themselves.”

“Aren’t you a democrat?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. Your husband glared at you and placed the wine glass on the table.

“(YN), I am a Democratic-Republican. How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He turned back to the television, murmuring something that sounded like ‘God, you’re stupid.’ 

You pretended not to hear his remark and spoke. “Maria wants to know if you’re coming to the recital on Saturday. She has a solo she wants you to see.”

Thomas didn’t move a muscle or look at you. “Tell her I’m working late as usual.” He murmured in a bored tone.

“You said that last time.” You retorted. “Thomas, this is your daughter’s last recital before she is officially done with her lessons. Could you please go to this one-”

“Don’t question my reasonings, (Y/N).” Your husband cut you off, glaring at you with annoyance. “Now please go make yourself useful for once in our marriage and tell Maria I won’t be attending her recital.”

You growled in rage as you strolled out of the room. Your fists were clenched and you were surprised the heels of your stilettoes haven’t snapped off yet from how violent your footsteps were.

How did your ten-year marriage deteriorate to a prison sentence for you? Well, Thomas Jefferson was a very successful lawyer and politician. This power and fame turned him from a sweet southern gentleman to an arrogant full-of-himself asshole with a narcissistic attitude. You two married immediately after you turned eighteen. spending your senior prom in your private ceremony at a small white chapel owned by your family. You finished high school and entered college as newlyweds. The next four years of college were wedded bliss. You gave birth to your twin son and daughter the summer before your sophomore year. After graduating, Thomas immediately landed a job in a law firm. Now here you were, six years later. living in a mansion and your husband rising in fame. You were still a happy, loving couple but soon, because of him working late hours and you being cooped up in the house all hours of the day, your marriage began to deteriorate. Your children were missing their father and you were missing your husband. But he became worse and worse. You would take the children and go visit your parents and close friends. You’d go visit your friend Eliza and her husband, Alexander. Alexander was a rival lawyer of your husband’s and Thomas was never happy when you went to visit the Hamilton’s. He thinks you were telling Alexander all of his secrets and cases, which you weren’t. Your friends would try and talk you into filing for divorce but you denied their suggestions, saying you can’t do that because you’d probably won’t get anything from the divorce. But now, here you were, in an unhappy marriage, wanting to get out with your children and never come back. You weren’t married to your Romeo anymore. You were married to County Paris. You weren’t happy anymore. You wanted to get out. But the only way out was death or a very messy divorce. 

You stomped up the stairs and stopped outside of the lounge where your children were. You opened the door and stepped in, gaining the attention of both daughter and son. Maria put her violin and Madison stood from his piano. 

“Mom!” Both children walked over to you, worried looks on their faces. You smiled sadly as you sat down on the loveseat. 

“Did dad yell at you, mom?” Madison asked. 

“Did he hit you?” Maria asked, fear and concern on her face. 

You shook your head. “He didn’t hit me or yell. But I’ve reached my limit with him.” 

“Are we leaving now?” Madison asked loudly, causing Maria to clasp her hand over his mouth. You nodded, making both their eyes widen in surprise and possible relief. 

“Tonight.” You whispered. “I need you two to start packing immediately. We are leaving after your father goes to bed.”

Both kids nodded and ran out of the room, leaving you alone. You reevaluated what your plans have been for the past month. You’ve been trying to get your kids out of this house but you knew Thomas wouldn’t allow you to leave. You three were merely visuals in his life of fame and fortune. The perfect family.

But everything perfect ahs at least one flaw. Your husband’s narcissism was the flaw in this perfect facade. And you were breaking out. Permanently.


You double-checked to make sure Thomas was asleep. You slipped a few sleeping pills in his dinner so he’d sleep soundly through your escape plan. You had packed as much clothes and supplies that your suitcase you contain and the children did the same. You called Eliza about your plan and she was now waiting outside in her car. You had slipped out of bed, changed into a sweatshirt and jeans with fuzzy boots, and grabbed your stuff before sneaking out of the bedroom and down the hall, where the children were waiting at the head of the stairs. You three then tip-toed down the stairs and padded towards the front door. Madison had just stepped out when the lights in the foyer turned on. You turned around to see your husband standing there at the foot of the stairs, his arms crossed and an irritated look on his face. You immediately ushered your daughter out of the house and closed the door. You had your back to the door and a determined but scared look in your face.

“Where are you going this late, (Y/N)?” Thomas asked simply.

“Out.” You answered coldly, trying to maintain a neutral tone. 

“Out where?”

“Away from here. Away from you.” 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Now what have I done this time to make you try to leave? Did I leave the seat up? Not tell you ‘i love you’ enough? What have I possibly done to piss you off, (Y/N)? Hmm?”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re an arrogant asshole.” You hissed. “All you care about is yourself and your reputation. You don’t love me or these children. So, I’m just making your life easier.” 

Thomas chuckled. “You better take back what you just said, my dear.” He walked up to you and stopped when his face was inches from yours. “You wouldn’t want to make me mad.”

“You don’t scare me.” You shot back quickly. 

“Really now?” He grabbed you harshly by the chin. “Because I can tell I do scare you. Now, apologize.”

You then snapped and your fist went flying into your husband’s face, sending him stumbling backward and falling on his backside. He clasped his cheek and looked at you with confusion and disbelief.

“You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” You yelled, taking your suitcase in one hand and opening the front door. “There will be divorce papers in your mailbox next week. I am done with your shit, Thomas Jefferson! Good day!” 

And with that, you walked out of that house.

And out of that horrid chapter in your life.

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Southside Serpent-ess

Alice Cooper never left the Southside, and her daughter was best friends with a certain beanied boy when they were young. He leaves, and when he comes back to live with his foster parents, the two reunite. 

Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones were inseparable. As young kids they would play with each other every single day. They were both outsiders. Even though their parents we’re both the top of the food chain with the Southside Serpents, they both seemed to be going down a different route. Betty had high blonde pigtails, and had a bright pink leather jacket the only one she wore because she refused to wear all of the black ones like her mothers, over her yellow sun overalls. Jughead always wore the beanie that Betty wore during her knitting phase. He was quiet and liked reading, unlike his father and every other serpent. 

They both went to Southside Middle School together. They sat at the back of the bus in silence everyday. Him with his books, and her just staring outside of the dirty bus window. 

When they were 5, FP left. That meant that Jughead had to leave the Southside and go live with another family on the other sides of the tracks. He was only allowed to spend two minutes with her before he had to leave with his new family. 

11 years later, the two best friends still haven’t seen each other, but his long lost best friend never left his mind. Jughead has transferred to many different foster homes and group homes, each feeling less and less like home then the one before. Jughead waited impatiently for his social worker to tell him where he is going to be living next. He knew the drill. He would go to his new home, and when they realized who he was, they would kick him out for the next family to come and take him. But this one, he was hopeful for.

“You’ll be staying with the Redlands. In the Southside.” she said, holding a folder with all of his past foster homes. 

Jughead took a huge sigh, and with a smile crossing on his lips she started talking again. “That means you will be transferring schools again. Now, you will be going to,” Jughead closed his eyes looking at his hands, praying for Southside High, “Southside High.”

Jughead looked up and smiled, not saying anything. He knew that if Betty Cooper was still on the Southside, she would be at that school. With him. Again. He was so excited he couldn’t stand it. He knew that it was Sunday, and he would be moving in later that day, so he wouldn’t be able to (possibly) see her until Monday. 

He got up and went back to his old foster home and packed his things into his large camping bag. It felt like all the air that was in his lungs was released. He finally got to leave the hell hole. He got to go back to where he belonged and blend in. 

When he left the house he felt like he was free. He could do anything he wanted because he was no longer cooped up in a house that treated him like a dog. Maybe the family on the Southside would be able to relate to him more. Maybe they even knew who FP or Betty is. 

As he walked back over the tracks, he felt like he was at home. The dirty air and sandy earth filled his lungs like nothing has before. He took a few more steps before reaching his new home. He knocked on the door and a dirty-blonde middle aged woman opened the door with a warm smile. 

“Hi! You must be Jughead. I’m Elyse. Come on in.” she said, opening the door. Jughead walked in and took a look around at the neat and tidy entryway of his new home. She showed his around the clean house and ended up in his new dark blue bedroom. 

He dumped his backpack on the blue queen size bed and decided that he would skip dinner and get to bed. 

“Hey Elyse? Is it okay if I just go to bed? I want to make sure I get enough energy for tomorrow. You know, first day of school and such.” he said, sitting down on the edge of his first real bed. 

“Of course, whatever you need. I’ll make sure we have breakfast tomorrow morning for you. Have a nice sleep Jughead.” she said, with a small smile on her face. She slowly closed the door behind her leaving Jughead in the dimly lit blue-themed bedroom.

The next morning Jughead was woken up by the sound of his alarm coming from his phone. He got up and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stepped in and washed his hair and body before getting out and finishing getting ready.

He walked down the creaky wood stairs with the smell of bacon and waffles filling his nostrils. He quickly grabbed his phone and texted Archie saying that he’ll meet him at Pop’s after school.

After a delicious breakfast, courtesy of Elyse, he headed out the door and walked until he reached his new school. Southside High. 

He walked through the front doors and was unpleasantly surprised when he saw security patting down kids. He waited his turn and passed through the security with ease. He found his locker and then found his classes.

He felt like the teachers were stuck in molasses they were talking so slowly. A second in one of his first two period classes felt like an hour. Finally, the bell rang for lunch. He grabbed his stuff and bolted out of the classroom to the cafeteria. He grabbed his lunch and sat down at an empty table. A bunch of other rough looking guys came and sat down at his table. Jughead at first was intimidated, but they were actually cool guys.

“So Jones, got any girls on you mind?” the guy in the leather jacket asked. 

Another guy, wearing a blue and grey hoodie, wolf whistled, which made all the guys at the table turn their heads. Including Jughead. “Speaking of girls…” he started, but Jughead didn’t hear the rest.

She was beautiful. She was wearing black ripped jeans and a Pink Leather Jacket with the Southside Serpents logo on the back. She was wearing black leather combat boots and her blonde wavy hair was in a half-up half-down look, which reached her waist, right above her butt. And what an ass it was. She turned around and all the colour rushed out of Jughead’s face.

Betty Cooper.

She was even more attractive then when they were little. She had light eyeshadow on her lids, dark eyeliner and thick mascara on her long eyelashes. Her lips were tinted a dark red and she had light pink blush on the apples of her cheeks. 

Her greenish/blueish eyes met his dark ones and a smile grew on her face. She started to walk over to Jughead’s table and all of the boys at his table looked at Jughead in shock. 

Betty’s boots hit the tiled floor with loud thuds, making the whole cafeteria look her way. She ended up in front of Jughead, one eyebrow lifted, sitting on one of her hips and arms crossed. 

“Well I’ll be darned. Jughead Jones. I was wondering when you’d turn up again.” she said, her soft velvet voice making Jughead stare at her beautiful face. She sat down next to him, making Jughead’s stare end. 

“Hey, Betty Cooper. Long time no see.” he said, turning so they were facing each other. He knew that everyone’s eyes were on them, but he couldn’t care less. All that was on his mind was his beautiful blonde best friend that he hasn’t seen in forever. 

“So, want to catch up later? Pop’s then movie night at my trailer?” she asked, pulling her hair up into her ponytail like she sometimes did when they were little. 

“I’m meeting Archie Andrew’s there after school. Wanna come with me? Then we can head back to your trailer.” he said, playing with one of his suspenders. 

“Sure, sounds good. I’ve heard of Andrews. Football player right?” she asked, cracking her knuckles.

“Yeah. He’s my best friend- well second best friend, after you of course.” he said, and he noticed that her cheeks and neck started to redden. 

“So we’re still best friends? After all this time?” she asked, looking down at her hands.

“Of course. I never forgot about you. Remember? I love you.” he said, grabbing her hands with his.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too Jones.” she said, finally building up the courage to look at him. 

He finally noticed that everyone was staring at them. They have all witnessed the daughter of the leader and the new kid confess their love for each other in the middle of the cafeteria.

And they weren’t mad at all.

Boyfriend Does My Makeup

request: Lol no worries. How about one where I’m a YouTube and we do the bf does my makeup challenge 😜

a/n: my two favorite things: shawn and makeup <3

You laid on the couch, scrolling through your timeline on Twitter, bored out of your mind. It was snowing outside, so you and Shawn decided to coop yourselves inside his house for the day. “Oooh, babe!” You sat up when you saw a tweet from a fan, asking if you and Shawn could film a video together.

“What?” Shawn asked, looking up from the snack he was making in the kitchen.

“Do you wanna film something? Perhaps a fun video?” You asked, already having an idea on what to do.

“Why? What do you wanna do?” He asked, cautious.

“Nope, you gotta answer me before I tell you!” You laughed, getting up from the couch. You tied your hair back and leaned on the counter across from Shawn, smiling innocently.

The singer bit his lip and debated for a moment, before sighing. “Fine, yeah, what do you wanna film?” He asked, following you into your bedroom, bringing his food.

You set your camera up and the tripod on the floor, so you two could sit on the carpetted flooring. “Ever heard of the Boyfriend Does My Makeup challenge?” You laughed, clapping your hands together.

“What?!” Shawn squawked, eyes bugging out. “No, babe, I’m gonna ruin all of your makeup!” He shook his head, going to leave, but you stopped him. “Babe, move, c’mon, you paid a lot for this stuff, I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Shawn, relax. I got a lot of this from promos and stuff. Part of being a YouTuber, just like how you get discounts on music stuff.” You explained, patting the spot on the carpet next to you. “It’ll be fun!” You persuaded him, and Shawn sat down. “Yay!”

You snorted as Shawn grabbed your setting powder and brush, and began to sweep it across your cheek. “Well this isn’t right.” Shawn said, furrowing his brows. “Nothing’s happening? You sure this is makeup, love?” He looked at you, and you nodded.

“One hundred percent.”

“Alright,” Shawn seemed unconvinced, but finished dusting your clean face with poweder. He looked at the camera for a moment before looking back down at the collection of makeup supplies. He picked up the pink mascara tube and unscrewed the lid. “This is mascara.” He informed the camera. “Not yet,” He said, mostly to himself as he screwed it back together and set it to the side.

Watching in enjoyment, you dusted some of the powder from your leggings and grabbed your phone, looking through Snapchats in the meantime. “Ooh!” You jumped when your boyfriend found your favorite eyeshadow palette.

“This is from that face company, right? And it smells like peaches?” He asked, referring to the Sweet Peach palette, something you cherished dearly.

“Yeah, you got it, hun.” You laughed, plucking the eyeshadow brush from the cup of brushes. You watched Shawn as he covered the brush in one of the neutral shades, and swept the color onto your lid. You smirked when you felt his pinkie on the side of your face, as to keep his hand steady.

“Umm,” Shawn looked at your eyes and the palette a few times, before deciding to close the lid. “I want this to look good. We’re going out for lunch after this.”

You smacked your forehead, forgetting about that. “Oh yeah! With your mom and sister! Make me look good, Mendes.”

Shawn grabbed the mascara and looked at you. “You always look good.” He said sincerely, before coating your lashes in the mascara. He got a clump of mascara from the end of the wand on your nose, to which you laughed and his eyes widened. “Sorry,” He began to wipe it off, but he only smudged it more. He closed the mascara, and looked at the camera. “I’m doing a good job, guys. The under- the- these look really good.” He gestured to the area under your brows, and you smiled, rolling your eyes.

He found the lipstick he got your for Christmas, and grabbed it. “I got you this!” He smiled, and untwisted the cap. “It’s from that one company you like that’s only online, right? And they’re super nice?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, ColourPop!” You laughed, but stopped when he went to apply the lipstick.

After he was done, you grabbed your mirror and examined yourself, fixing the small amount of lipstick he got on your chin. “Ya did good, baby. I’m proud of you.” You smiled, ending the video after saying goodbye.

“Thanks, it was fun.”

“Maybe someday I’ll get to do your makeup!” You joked, laughing when you saw Shawn’s face. “C’mon, let’s go meet your mom and sister.”

a/n: i’m really feelin like i should write the other piece, the girlfriend does the makeup :-) let me know if i should do that!!! also feedback is great and fun and all 

Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)

Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper’s total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn’t sure exactly why, but he’s drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.

Okay, so, as many of you people know, this was my Reverse Bang story from way too long ago. I had it completed, but as I was uploading it, my computer crashed and obliterated this plus a ton of my other stories, which I have been writing back from memory these many years. I had this one almost down except for the last three chapters, which have been lost in the void of my brain. So, what I’ve done is start over from the beginning. I haven’t been changing the story, just freshening the language, and then I will add those last three chapters. But I’m posting it here one chapter per week so those of you who would like to can get reacquainted with the story. Of course, you could jump ahead to AO3, and cheat, re-read all 17 original chapters at once, but you’ll still have to wait for the ending, and only chapters 1-7 have been redone. Anyway, this story wouldn’t even exist without @freakingpotter who is an amazing artist and an even more amazing friend <3 Give her lots of love <333

(Warning for character death that happens in the past, hoarding, and anxiety.)

Chapter 1 (6515 words)

Blaine stares out the windshield of his rented Honda Odyssey, his jaw dropping open, stunned out of his senses at the sight of the disastrous house in front of him. His hands grip the steering wheel for support. His knees knock together, completely out of his control. A low, pitiful whining noise rattles around in the back of his throat. The house to his right, nestled incongruously behind a manicured lawn, carefully pruned rose bushes, and a well-established Mulberry tree, is so incredibly awful that he can’t stop looking at it. It’s like a horrendous traffic accident – lots of blood and twisted metal, but try as you might, you can’t make yourself look away.

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The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royalty AU [Chapter 4]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three
Also on and AO3.

Word Count: 5,549

Okay, here’s the next Emma chapter. I’m sorry it ended up taking so long to post - life got really crazy for about a week and this took longer to finish than planned. A little more backstory here and the next chapter will be the one we’ve been waiting for :) thanks for being patient with me. The reviews and flails are all so wonderful and they make my day! As always, all rights, characters, and my soul belong to OUAT.

“So you still don’t believe me?”

Emma nearly laughed at her father’s quickly drawn conclusion as he flopped down in the seat across from her. Peeking up from the recent issue of Time magazine she’d borrowed from her mother’s bag, she found the analyzing eyes of the man who’d just asked her something of a question.

“I never said that,” she replied with a sly smirk. “Just trying to process your new level of popularity. I guess I didn’t realize how much things have changed since I’ve been gone.”

His gaze was understanding and the tiniest bit concerned, almost as if he needed to hear that she was okay with this little venture. She’d assured him she was a few times over the past couple of days and even if it wasn’t totally honest, Emma knew it was the right thing to do. Normalcy was the next step in her father’s recovery process and if being in regular communication with a few members of the royal family fell into their now typical realm of “business as usual"….well, she would just have to learn to deal with that.

"It’s not that different, Em,” he started with a raised eyebrow. “I used to tell you all the time about how I was in the active ranks with the Queen’s son years ago. We were quite good friends even back then.”

“Yeah, but you also used to say you’d help slay the imaginary dragon under my bed,” she replied, matching his expression. “You can’t blame me for questioning what sounds like the stuff of embellished fairytales, Dad.”

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anonymous asked:

ok pls consider: bruce blowing raspberries onto damian's smol tummy. thats all.

I wrote a fic. Not a drabble. An 1800 word fic. 

Right, so this is for @thegalacticpope because I still owe you a fic and you gave me a fic that really cheered me up!!!! ^.^ It made my week, I felt so loved!!!! (Also because I love you what the hey)

And for @thisbibliomaniac BECAUSE YOU ARE THE REAL MVP!!! I always complain to you and you haven’t kicked me out of the friendship circle yet (I wrote this while I was complaining to you, shhhh). Also, you like me for me and I have the suspicion that you aren’t the least bit impressed by practically anything I do and I love you for it. 



Bruce furrowed his brow, concentrating.


He leaned over the documents, eyes squinting over the columns of numbers.


The thunder echoed outside. He breathed through his nostrils. Maybe he had enough time to–

The rain started the next instant. It splattered all over the window, and thoroughly soaked the garden. Bruce stuck the tip of the pen into his mouth. Alfred would be pleased. The hydrangeas were looking limp and sloppy, and needed “a bit of pep, Master Bruce.”


Bruce spared a small glance at his son who was seated in the nearby window seat. His tongue was sticking out in concentration, but his blue eyes peeked over the book and narrowed in habit. Bruce returned to his documents.


Or not in habit.

The man cleared his throat, making a show of firmness but really staving off a laugh. Damian had been having a fruitful summer. Especially after decapitating the shrubs for the final time. Alfred had employed him in the garden since then. The boy often complained about the new chores, but Bruce knew Damian liked being outside and expelling his energy, like any young boy would.

A crack of lighting flashed, outlining the study in silver.

It had been a hot summer, thus far. The past week had been humid and muggy, leaving Tim to place his head in the freezer for hours on end (to Alfred’s consternation) and Cassandra and Stephanie to play “Squirt Tag” with spray bottles all over the manor. It had been sluggish for the past couple days, however, being “Too hot to do anything,” as Cassandra had informed him. She also had had an ice tray in her hands when she said this, and it wasn’t until he heard Tim’s shout of indignation and the whoops of the girls that he had given up on even an attempt of order.

Which lead to these late documents.

Bruce rolled back his shoulders and examined them closer. Mr. Fox had insisted on them being done by Monday in his non-insistent but truly insistent “I’ve known you since you were a punk twelve year old so you better do this is if you still want that salad bar installed.”


Bruce set his jaw and ignored the flick of eraser bits and paper, as he had for the last twelve minutes. Damian was either 1) concentrating very deeply on his sketch and not realizing that all his mess was being expelled over Bruce’s desk or 2) testing him.


“Damian,” Bruce said, not looking up. “Would you mind brushing your trash toward the window and not toward me?”

He did not reply, but there was a rustle, and Damian resituated himself on the cushion.

“Thank you.”


Bruce leaned over the documents once more, figures swimming in front of his eyes like the gray storm clouds in the sky.

“Damian,” he called again. “Would you turn on the lamp behind you?”


Warm light flooded the study, contrasting against the storm outside. Yes, that was much better. Now if he could just–


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Introverted Alphas/Extroverted Omegas Headcanons

-An extroverted Omega that loves going to parties and being social, but always low-key getting annoyed when their introverted Alpha never wants to go anywhere with them but is also too possessive and stubborn to let them go alone and it always ends up in some kind of argument in which the very ‘convincing’ Omega usually gets their way somehow

-A quiet and introverted Alpha being dragged out to drink with friends by their loud and extroverted Omega, quickly regretting going along with it once their very affectionate mate gets drunk and starts clinging to people and even though the Alpha despises drawing attention to themselves they don’t hesitate to pry the Omega off of whoever they are currently stuck to and take them home where they proceed to try and scold them for their behaviour while also enjoying what a cuddly drunk they are

-A very social Omega being grumpy about being cooped up in the house when they are in pre-heat because their Alpha says its too dangerous to go out. Despite their mate’s sour attitude, the Alpha enjoys the time spent at home without the Omega pestering them to go somewhere

-An introverted Alpha in high school that has a very loud and insistent Omega flirting with them constantly and almost always in front of a large group of people and eventually the Alpha asks the Omega out on a date just to avoid the attention, not realizing how smug the Omega is afterwards because that had been their plan the whole time

-An unusual relationship in which the Omega does all the talking for their quiet and shy Alpha when in large groups of friends and everyone thinks it’s kind of odd but nobody points it out because the Alpha is obviously content to let the Omega do it

-An Alpha that is very introverted and private and likes to keep personal things to themselves and as they are walking down the hall one day they overhear their much more talkative and outspoken mate on the phone with another Omega like, “Yeah my heat just ended a couple days ago and I’m just now able to properly walk around again…yeah my Alpha loves being all rough with me and it’s fantastic but I’ve been sore as hell…yeah no he’s huge…oh my god really? Maybe I’ll ask him if we can try that next time…” and the Alpha is just dumbstruck as they stand out in the hall with a bright red face before slowly walking away to avoid hearing anything else…they constantly wonder after that just how many of their mate’s friends know all the details of their sex life

-An extroverted Omega that adores family gatherings and pulling their much less enthusiastic Alpha around by the hand to greet everyone and exchange small talk and the Alpha honestly just wants to go home but their Omega is just so happy so the Alpha just sticks close by and let’s their mate have fun because Alphas are most content when their Omega is happy

-An extroverted Omega being grateful that their introverted Alpha always goes wherever they want so they show their appreciation by simply spending the day at home, just the two of them, and the Alpha loves it and demands cuddles and kisses all day, requests that the Omega happily grants every time

-An Alpha that loves their very outgoing Omega but hates to watch them go around and give all their attention to other people. The Omega noticing all the long looks and the subtle possessive scent and gladly making it up to the Alpha when they finally get home later, being sure to give their Alpha all the 'attention’ they need

Sidekick!Adrien AU

I take it from the number of notes the initial post is getting that y’ALL ASKED FOR IT.

  • First of all, let’s age them up to 17-20.
  • In this AU, Adrien never goes to public school. He remains cooped up in the house, a sad little sunflower with no friends. ):
  • So what does he do? He starts finding ways to sneak out of his high security mansion
  • including but not limited to: hACKING THE SECURITY FEEDS.
  • Then Ladybug appears and Adrien’s whole world turns upside-down
  • He doesn’t know who this girl is but he loves her
  • and when he sees her struggling to take out a bad guy on her own, he decides he wants to help.
  • He does it from a distance at first—hacking into computer systems to make it easier for her to get into places where people need help
  • (he becomes known as Chat Noir because when he hacks into security feeds he replaces the video with a loop of a snickering black cat)
  • but in the meantime he’s taking like three kinds of martial arts and building up his body so he won’t be completely useless
  • and also buying some expensive toys like a high tech silver staff (“for my martial arts, father!”) and a motorcycle (“just fixing it up as a side project haha”)
  • far be it from Gabriel to deny his son a few rich boy pleasures
  • but of course Adrien starts taking it out to help his Lady
  • “You are a stupidly handsome yet very breakable human being please go home”
  • Adrien keeps doing it anyway
  • until they’re conducting night patrols on the back of his motorcycle
  • and flirting like it’s nobody’s business
  • Adrien tends to be targeted by the akuma a lot because his father wants him back in the house, enough of this superhero nonsense! Maybe if he gets knocked around enough he’ll change his mind
  • He doesn’t.
  • Insert gratuitous Ladrien makeouts
  • and one conflicted civilian Marinette who is desperate to keep her identity secret even though making out with Adrien during daylight hours would be pretty nice
Stolen II - Tommy Shelby

Stolen pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 - Tommy Shelby

Dear Sir!
Have 50.000$ redy 25 000$ in
20$ bills 15000$ in 10$ bills and
10000$ in 5$ bills After 2–4 days
we will inform you were to deliver
the mony.

We warn you for making
anyding public or for notify the Police
The child is in gut care.

The first letter that was received didn’t come through the post. Mary found it a week after Teddy’s disappearance, nailed to the kitchen door. It had been written in hast but the author’s demands of money were still legible. The police intercepted the letter before you could read it, choosing only to share it with Tommy, claiming it was addressed solely to him.

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