I've been itching to say this for like the past week, but I feel like now is the perfect time to say it with Comic Con here...
I don’t know if anyone remembers Monchele (Cory Monteith & Lea Michele), but they were one of //the// cutest, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers (irl) co-star couples. I followed the relationship those two shared RELIGIOUSLY, & SH is showing the //same exact// signs that Monchele did when they were telling others they were “just like brother & sister” when really, in all actuality, they were loving each other low key.
So, I’m just saying, to everybody who has doubts, worries, or curiosity, everyone did with Monchele until they //verbally// said “yes, we’re together.” Yet, at the same time, everyone ALWAYS KNEW they’d be together someday just by the way they acted with each other (if they weren’t together already). SH is following the same type of timeline Monchele did with their relationship, so if they’re not technically together rn, I have full faith that someday (probably in the near future), they will be together.
Lea and Cory acted the SAME WAY at their Comic Cons, as these two are now.
I’m actually very happy that I have SH to follow now, because I couldn’t follow Monchele anymore when Cory died, and SH is //so similar// to Monchele that it gives me so much anticipation for what the future holds. *rubs hands together anxiously*
BUT KEEP IN MIND: Monchele took FOREVER to finally //hold hands// in public, but it didn’t take away the fact that they were //very much together//. A lot of friends-to-lovers are always careful about coming out with their relationship to the public.
It was gym class and Ned was currently holding down Peter’s feet as he did sit ups. Ned had recently found out that Peter was Spiderman and was constantly asking his best friend questions about being an Avenger.
“Hey,” Ned piped up. “Can I be your guy in the chair?”
“What?” Peter whispered, not wanting to be too loud.
“You know there is a guy with a headset telling the other guy where to go. Like if you were stuck or lost somewhere, I could tell you where to go because there would be screens and monitors around me. And I could be your guy in the chair,” Ned pleaded.
“Ned, I don’t need a guy in the chair,” Peter insisted.
“Looking good, Parker,” the gym teacher said. Peter paused momentarily before continuing with his sit ups.
“You see for me it would be…f*ck Thor, marry Iron Man, and kill Hulk,” Betty Brant said from the bleachers.
“What about the Spiderman,” Y/N voice piped up, making all her friends on the bleachers look at her.
“It’s just Spiderman,” Liz shrugged.
“Did you guys see that big security cam on youtube? He fought off four guys!” Peter and Ned watched Y/N as she practically praised the Spiderman.
“Oh my gosh. She’s crushing on Spiderman,” Betty joked.
“Kinda,” Y/N shrugged, a blush creeping up onto her face. Peter glance at Ned then turned his attention back to the group.
“Ugh. Gross. He’s probably like thirty,” Betty said.
“You don’t even know what he looks like. What if he is like seriously burned?” Liz suggested.
“I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside,” Y/N replied. “He’s a good man and its obvious he really cares about this city. That is something I really admire about him.”
“Peter knows Spiderman,” Ned blurted. Peter’s mouth dropped open and he turned towards Ned. Everyone in the room went silent and all their eyes were on Peter, even Y/N’s.
“Uh, no I don’t,” Peter said, scrambling to his feet. “No. I-I mean.” He turned and faced Y/N and her friends.
“They’re friends,” Ned added with a smile on his face.
“Yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends,” Flash teased, now walking over to his rival.
“I-I’ve met him. Yeah, a couple times but its uh…through the Stark internship,” Peter clarified, briefly looking at Y/N. Flash seemed to be enjoying this for a smirk was evident on his face. “Mhmm. Yeah but I am not really suppose to talk about it,” Peter turned around, glaring at Ned.
“Well, that’s awesome,” Flash replied. “Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party.”
“Yeah, I am having people over tonight. You are more than welcome to come,” she smiled.
“You’re having a party,” Ned asked.
“W-Will you be there Y/N?” Peter stuttered. Y/N looked up and nodded her head.
“Y-Yeah. I’m going.” Peter smiled shyly at her.
“Yeah, its gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spiderman,” Flash insisted.
“Flash,” Y/N warned. “Leave him alone.”
“Ah come on. He’ll be there,” Flash spat. The bell rang and everyone stood to their feet and made their way towards the door. Peter watched Y/N stand, the two of them briefly met each other’s gaze before she broke it. She walked with her friends out of the gym, Peter’s eyes following her form.
Peter groaned in annoyance and look at Ned. “What are you doing?!?”
“Helping you out,” Ned said. “Did you not hear her? Y/N has a crush on you!” Peter opened his mouth to say something but nothing came. He couldn’t believe his childhood crush had a crush on him…well Spiderman. “Dude, you are an avenger!” Ned said, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “If any one of us has a chance with Y/N, its you.”
Y/N and Peter had known each other since grade school and had become pretty close friends. Peter developed his first crush on her but never had the guts to tell her. And here she was, years later, having a crush on Peter’s alter ego. It almost didn’t feel real to Peter. Was he hearing this right? Was she really in love with Spiderman?
That night, May drove Peter and Ned over to Liz’s house. May stopped the car in front of the house and nodded her head. “A house party in the suburbs! Oh, I remember these. I’m kinda jealous.”
“It will be a night to remember,” Ned said with excitement.
“Ned, some hats wear men. You wear that hat!”
“Yeah, it gives me confidence,” Ned grinned.
“This is a mistake,” Peter said, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Hey, let’s just go home.”
“Oh Peter. I know. I know its really hard trying to fit in with all the changes your body is going through,” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s flowering you.” Peter bit his lip and laughed slightly.
“Okay, yeah. I’m gonna go,” Peter said, unbuckling his seatbelt. He exited the car, Ned following his actions.
“Peter,” May called. “Have fun.”
“I will,” Peter smiled.
“Bye May,” Ned waved as the car drove away. The two of them turned around and began walking up the sidewalk, towards the house. “Dude, you have the suit, right?” Peter lifted up his arm sleeve and showed him the web shooters and red costume. “This is going to change our lives!”
They entered the house, music blasting in the background and kids walking around with drinks in their hands. “DJ Flash,” the announcer said, making both the boys look over at the Flash operating the music.
“Okay, we are gonna have Spiderman swing in, say you guys are tight and then I get a fist bump or one of those half bro hugs,” Ned whispered to his best friend.
“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” Michelle said, standing next to them.
“But…you’re here too,” Ned insisted.
“Am I?” Michelle walked off.
“Oh my–. Hey guys,” Y/N said. “Cool hat, Ned.”
“Hey Y/N,” Ned said with a silly grin on his face.
“Hey Y/N,” Peter’s voice squeaked.
“I’m glad you guys came,” she smiled. “There is pizza and drinks so go and help yourself.”
“Wow, what a great party,” Peter added with a smile.
“I barely did anything. It was all Liz.” Someone called her name and she turned her head. “Oh, I should go.”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded. She walked away and Ned said goodbye to her.
“Dude! What are you doing? She’s here, spider it up!”
“No. No. No. I can’t. I cannot do this. Spiderman is not a party trick,” Peter said. “Look, I am just gonna…be myself.”
“Peter, no one wants that.”
“Dude,” Peter said hurtfully. He turned to walk away when Flash called out his name on the microphone.
“Parker! What’s up? Hey, where is your pal, Spiderman? Let me guess, in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?” The crowd laughed and Peter clenched his fists in anger. “That’s not Spiderman. That’s just Ned in a red shirt.”
Somehow, through peer pressure, Peter found himself outside. He disregarded his regular clothing and underneath it was his red and blue Spiderman outfit. He knelt down on the rooftop and gazed down at Liz’s house.
“Hey! What’s up? I am Spiderman,” he whispered to himself as he took off his shirt. “Just thought I would swing by, say hello to my buddy Peter. Oh hey, what’s up Ned? Where is Peter anyways?”
He sighed, looking down at Ned who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Peter shook his head.
“I can’t do this.” Peter noticed Y/N walk up to Ned and ask him a question. In response, Ned shrugged and she nodded her head before walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, Ned yanked out his phone and dialed Peter’s number. Peter answered it immediately.
“Peter! Where are you? Y/N’s asking for you,” Ned said, desperately.
“I will be there in a second.”
Peter hung up and gazed down at Y/N’s concerned face. She fiddled with her fingers and her eyes continued to wander around the room. Peter put his mask on and stood to his feet before swinging down.
“Oh sorry,” he apologized to some people. Everyone turned around to look at him and all mouth’s dropped open. He maneuvered his way through the crowd of people until he made it inside. “Sorry, I just gotta…find my friend Peter.”
“Spiderman?” He turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice. His robotic eyes dilated and his head moved up and down her body. His actions did not go unnoticed by Y/N. “W-What are you doing here?”
“Oh, you know. Peter called me and asked if I could show.”
“No way,” Flash said in disbelief. He pushed past the crowd and soon came face to face with the superhero himself. “You’re really him? Are you really friends with Peter Parker?”
Peter turned his eyes towards Y/N who stood behind Flash. He pushed past his rival and approached her. “Hi,” he said awkwardly.
“Hi,” she smiled.
“What’s your name? Wait. No. Let me guess. Y/N, right?”
“Y-Yeah, how did you know?”
“Peter talks a lot about you,” Spiderman said.
“Spiderman!” He turned around and faced Ned. “Hi! It’s Ned. Remember me?”
“Yeah I do. How are you doing?” He gave Ned his fist bump and the boy nearly collapsed when realizing he was going to be popular for the rest of his life.
“Fine. I’ll let you get back to Y/N. She’s a big fan,” Ned laughed. Peter turned his head and eyed Y/N.
“Really?” He teased and she looked down at her feet.
“Well, kinda,” she replied, blushing like crazy.
“Well, I should get going. New York isn’t going to save itself,” Spiderman said.
“Yeah,” Y/N added, dreamily admiring the superhero.
“It was nice to finally meet you. Oh and tell Peter that Mr Stark needs him at the internship at four thirty tomorrow,” Spiderman added. “Can you do that for me?”
Y/N nodded and Spiderman winked at her with his big eyes, making her smile. Spiderman used his web shooters and swung away from the party. He made his way back up to the rooftop when everyone had lost interest and began to change back into his normal clothes.
“I can’t believe he actually showed,” Flash said to Y/N.
“What’s the matter, Flash? Jealous of Peter or of Spiderman?”
What she means:
why in 5x04 did past!Dean say to future!Dean "You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas too?" Three episodes earlier Dean told Zachariah "I learned that from my friend Cas" so at this point he already considered Cas to be his friend. So why was he not grouped with the others when past!Dean said that? Why did past!Dean choose to separate those two for future!Dean? Is it because he knew that to future!Dean there was a difference between sacrificing his friends and sacrificing Cas? Did past!Dean pick up on the significance of their relationship during the days he spent in that timeline? Did he want future!Dean to know that he knew? Could he just read himself well enough to know that Cas was more than a friend to future!Dean? Did past!Dean already know that his feelings for his Cas were different than his feelings for his friends and knew that future!Dean felt the same?
Tonight I went to see Ariana Grande in my home town of Manchester with my two nest friends and we had an incredible night until the end of the show. I never thought that mine and my two best friends’ night would end the way it did, as we were about to leave the venue after the last song we heard a loud explosion.
The explosion came from the doors we were supposed to leave through and we didn’t know what it was at the time. When we left we saw numerous injured people and a lot of blood.
I can’t really process what has happened right now if I’m honest, I never thought this would happen in my city and I definitely never thought I’d be there to witness it, some of the things we saw tonight will scar us forever.
At the moment I’m at home and I’m physically fine but I’ve since learned that this was an attack that has killed 19 people and I honestly don’t know what to say, I feel sick.
My thoughts are with the victims families and Ariana herself, nobody should go to a concert and not return home and she should not blame herself for this.
Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
*1. Do I look like I give a fuck? - *2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you. - *3. Me? Overreacting? Probably. - 4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you. - 5. A: Whar are you doing? B: Avoiding. A: Avoiding what? B: Everything. - *6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES? - *7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time. - 8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad. A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell. - 9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world! - 10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass. - 11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it. - 12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends. - 13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it. - 14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard. - 15. A: How do you make someone holy? B: You beat the hell out of them. - 16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are. B: Not me, I’m important. - 17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it. - 18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such. - 19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it. - *20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything. - 21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment. - 22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place. - 23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though. - 24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not. B: THanks. A: You’re welcome. - 25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming. - 26. A: What are you reading? B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know. A: wHAT the fuck? - 27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences. B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch. - 28. Man, how many eye contact until date? - 29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”. - 30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on. - 31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19? - 32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey. - 33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb. - 34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower. - 35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful. - 36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right. - 37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic. - 38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me. -
*39.A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart. B: That’s my right boob though. A: Babe. -
40.Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough. - 41.What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answet to a Harry Potter trivia question. - 42.I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck. - 43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. - *44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you. - *45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-
46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch. -
47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense. -
48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier. -
49.I ship me and that boat. -
50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay. -
51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death. -
*52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee! -
53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me. -
54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit? -
55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.
- 56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING
- 57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.
- 58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.
- 59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.
60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.
61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.
62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.
63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.
64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.
65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?
66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.
67.A: I love you.
B: What if I got a bowl cut?
68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.
69.I’m aggressively thibking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?
70.My opinion is no.
71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan.
72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.
73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?
74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?
75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
76.Read a girl who dates books.
77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.
78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.
79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.
80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.
81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?
/170715 ; a Temporary side note: please for the moment don’t send me requests with the numbers that have a (*). I’ve received so many requests with those, I’m starting to run out of ideas :D Thank you ! / - persuasivus
It was his idea, after this kid at his school was being followed by this woman who spoke with her hands to the boy every time the teacher spoke. Percy thought it was so weird and he asked the boy why he couldn’t talk
The lady was really nice to him about it, too. She told him the boy couldn’t hear and that this was his way of talking, even if he was in what he called a ‘hearing school’
Percy fell in love with the language instantly. He befriended the boy and the lady, and because of that everyone made fun of him for being around 'that weird kid’
By the end of the semester, Percy was able to talk to Jacob, the deaf kid, without having to used Amanda, the translator
When he went home for winter break, he eagerly showed Sally the new language he learned. Sally couldn’t believe Percy picked up on something like that so quickly, learning so much in only a few short months
Percy insisted that they learn, because 'Then Smelly Gabe doesn’t have to yell at us for being too loud.’
He taught her whenever he had the chance, which was those rare times they went grocery shopping or out buying new uniforms because Percy was afraid Gabe would pick up on this beautiful language
When Percy went back to school, he found out his deaf friend had to move. Heartbroken (platonically speaking) and alone, Percy’s grades stopped getting better and he went mute for the rest of the schon year, refusing to do schoolwork or activities. He buried himself into ASL, learning as much as he could before Sally got a letter shortly after April testing stating that Percy was not welcome back for the next grading cycle
As he got older, he used ASL more than ever. He went back to talking, but sometimes he found himself accidentally signing as he spoke. It started off subtlety, only being words like 'my mother’, 'wind’, 'let’s go’, and 'no/yes’
Sometimes he’ll forget he’s not deaf, or that “normal kids” don’t sign, and he’ll switch into ASL in an argument
Kids teased him for it
He won’t admit it out loud, but that was why he fired that cannon at that Revolutionary war memorial
He forced himself to stop signing when he went to Yancy. He couldn’t look his mom in the eyes for a week when she found out that those kids, the ones who teased him for learning the deaf language, were why he blew up a bus.
Grover met Percy and befriended him, not once learning of his hidden language ability
Percy secretly likes no one knowing about it. It felt kind of like a secret language a spy would use when she couldn’t talk to her partner
As he grew into his demigod life, he found ways to prevent the unintentional signing - spinning Riptide in his fingers, running a hand through his hair, crossing his arms, or simply tucking his hands into his pockets
When Gabe died, Sally and Percy stopped signing to each other. After all, they didn’t need to be secretive, right?
When Paul came around, Percy’s signing defense reactivated. He talked to his mom with his hands again, which had shocked the teacher
Sally reassured Percy that there was no way Paul would be like Gabe. Gabe was being used for his scent; Paul was here because he was sweet and kind and loving
Paul couldn’t understand a word of their conversation, and when he asked Sally what happened, she told him that ASL was Percy’s “escape” language
Percy was shocked when Paul asked him to learn. It proved to be very great bonding time between the 2 of them
Then Hera kidnapped Percy and wiped his memories
While he trained with Lupa, he found himself weaving strange hand gestures into his speech. He couldn’t understand how he knew what this one hand gesture meant, or how to say a certain phrase without having to talk, but he thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Something inside him told himself to keep the hand signals to himself, like a gut feeling
Lupa was always telling Percy to follow his gut
So he stopped signing, focusing on improving his battle movements
Sometimes, on the Argo 2, he would stand in front of the mirror and sign to himself
Once again, he hid his favourite language from his friends. This was his and his mom’s language, their special way of talking
No one was allowed to know it unless they had to
Not even his own father knew that Percy and Sally were ASL speakers
The quests fly by, Percy making a point to communicate with his mouth and not his hands
At the end of Saving The World Part Two™, the first thing he did was go see his mom and sign to her
Beautiful with an S is the name his friend Jacob gave her when Percy showed him a picture. That name was the first thing hr signed when he saw his mother again
The squeal Paul heard from the kitchen indicated that Sally had signed “I’m pregnant”
(Which, guys, totally happened to be all Percy’s fault. Don’t believe me? It took a month of travel to get to Rome. Apollo went MIA for 6 months, which means TOA took place 7 months after SON. Sally is seven months pregnant in The Hidden Oracle…)
Percy settled back down into his normal oral-only speech rule he made for himself
Then Annabeth called him and said that he needed to meet her in Boston
Percy packed up stuff and drove himself to Boston via Blackjack & Chariot taxi services
There he met Magnus, Blitzen, Sam, and Hearthstone
Annabeth cheerily introduced Percy to her 'mortal-not-so-mortal’ cousin
Magnus and Percy discussed stuff for a while before Hearthstone signed that he couldn’t understand what Percy was saying because his mouth formed words differently
Without meaning to, Percy instantly started signing an apology, explaining that New York City accents did that
And Annabeth nearly flipped the table
“What do you mean you’ve been signing since you were 7?!”
Percy was stuck trying to explain to Annabeth that him knowing another language like that was no big deal
But to Percy, ASL was a huge deal. It was his favourite and his secret language.
Annabeth was just mad that such an important piece of information about Percy was never brought to her attention
Percy reluctantly taught her ASL
Their wedding vows and were exchanged with ASL
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• pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok • genre/warnings: smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok • words: 15,413 → summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, andboy, are they good…
Request: Can I get a Sub Jungkook smut where their on the couch and he cums in his pants while the reader is grinding on him on his lap and dirty talks to him in his ear??? Thanks☺️☺️☺️
Word Count: 6.9k words (heh heh)
Let me ruin you goddammit
one thing straight. You never claimed to be a good person, never did charity
work, never been the perfect daughter for your parents. And you sure as hell wasn’t someone’s little
You did what
you want, who you wanted and slipped out of their sheets before they murmur
good morning in your ear. You were a ‘no strings attached’ girl, making sure
that you would never become someone’s puppet. Of course, you weren’t immune to
the disease called ‘love’, your innocent high school days plagued with your
naive mindset of finding the ‘one’. It still haunts you, one of the reasons
your night doesn’t end with a shot of whisky and half a pack of beer. The only
person who was willing to put up with you was your best friend, Jungkook.
Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.
A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X
You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.
Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.
After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.
Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.
“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.
“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”
“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.
“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”
“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.
“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”
“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”
“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”
“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.
“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.
“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”
“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.
“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”
“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”
“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”
“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.
“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”
“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”
“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”
“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”
katherinelucius said: It was said that the Satyr in London was killed by Nephilim. Will we ever know exactly who did it?
Yes, Hypatia drops that point in Lord of Shadows, mostly to make everyone feel awkward. But it’s no secret if you’ve read Clockwork Princess closely. :)
excerpt one from CP2:
..Sallows looked up peevishly as the shop bell tinkled, warning of the opening of the door, and he frowned. He thought he had locked it. “Back again, Nephilim?” he snapped. “Decided to throw me into the river not once but twice? I’ll have you know I have powerful friends—”
“I don’t doubt you do, trickster.” The tall, hooded figure in the entryway reached around and pulled the door shut behind him. “And I am very interested in learning more about them.” A cold iron blade flashed in the dimness, and the satyr’s eyes widened in fear. “I have some questions to ask you,” said the man in the doorway. “And I wouldn’t try to run if I were you. Not if you want to keep your fingers attached to your body… .”
Charlotte did not rise from her desk. Starkweather looked much as he had the last time she had seen him. … “Please be seated, Mr. Starkweather,” said Charlotte as courteously as she could to someone who she knew disliked her, and had hated her father. But he did not sit down. His hands were locked behind his back, and as he turned, surveying the room around him, Charlotte saw with a flash of alarm that one of the cuffs of his jacket was splattered with blood. “Mr. Starkweather,” she said, and now she did rise. “Are you hurt? Should I summon the Brothers?”
“Hurt?” he barked out. “Why would I be hurt?”
“Your sleeve.” She pointed.
He drew his arm away and gazed at it before huffing out a laugh.
“Not my blood,” he said. “I was in a fight, earlier. He took objection…”
“Took objection to what?”
“To my cutting off all his fingers and then slitting his throat,” said Starkweather, meeting her eyes. His own were gray-black, the color of stone.
“Aloysius.” Charlotte forgot to be polite. “The Accords forbid unproved attacks on Downworlders.”
“Unprovoked? I’d say this was provoked. His folk murdered my granddaughter. My daughter nearly died of grief. The house of Starkweather destroyed—”
Starkweather killed Sallows (Charlotte knows immediately that he killed a Downworlder, and it’s unlikely that there was more than one Nephilim wandering around London cutting the fingers off Downworlders that day) and had no remorse about it. He was a jerk.
yoongi x reader •
sex toy (the vibrator’s back, bitches), and some fluff chucked in for good
words: 6,529 →
been dating your best friend-turned-boyfriend for a few months now. What happens
when he can’t nap because of a — as he so lovingly put it, raging boner…?
Summary: Your the sister of the late Allison Argent. Soon after her death your father, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey and you move to France. Not long after you find yourself living with your Dad in his hometown. While Riverdale doesn’t have a supernatural mess, it sure does have a strange and mysterious murder.
Characters: daughter!reader x chris argent, reader x undetermined love interest, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, and Allison Argent (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own Riverdale OR the characters, the show is based the Archie Comics which I do not own either. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear.
Warnings: possible swearing, mention of death, mention of murder, angst. Angry reader and allusion to the murder of Jason Blossom.
Tagging: Ask if you want to be removed or added! At the bottom.
A/N: I’ve completely fallen in love with Riverdale mainly because I grew up reading the comics. IT’S AMAZING! With that being said I will be taking requests for Riverdale!
This is to hold you guys over because Ash and I will be unavailable for a little way. I have tons of homework and I’m not at liberty to say what Ash is busy at!
You were humming to yourself as you walked into your house in the town that mimicked Beacons Hills just without the supernatural element. You had moved here when your dad decided moving to his hometown would be ideal following the harsh ending of your family. It wasn’t anything bad other than Allison had died and you wanted out. Riverdale was interesting but not like the dangers of living in Beacon Hills.
“Hey Dad?” You called from the porch. It had a few hidden places holding some weapons just in case.
“Sweetheart.” Your dad, Chris, asked from the dining room table. On the table was a bunch of weapons laid out to be cleaned, “Anything I can do for you?”
“I see it’s the weekly cleaning.” You chuckled as your eyes caught sight of Allison’s beloved Chinese daggers, “Want to order out?”
“Sure.” He chuckled tapping your nose, “You know what I like.”
You laughed before picking up the phone to call Pop’s diner. It was a short wait before you were able to place the order with the waitress. You were pretty sure she was the new waitress.
“It will be ready in twenty minutes.” She replied before the two of your exchanged goodbyes.
You sat at the table going about cleaning the weapons along with your dad. It was second nature and a bonding experience from the moment you learnt what the Argents really did. It was so second nature that your mind went back to the group of friends you had left behind.
Beacon Hills had been the first place that had become a strong permanent home since the moment you made friends. You cherished the times of happiness you had with your older sister and the pack. In the wise words of Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay. It was true.
“Do you want to go practice shooting?” Your dad asked nonchalantly.
“So soon after that death?”
“We’ve delt with worse and you know it.” He pointed a knife at you, “A murder like this is a hell of lot more welcome that the supernatural.”
“Someone still died.” You grumbled slumping down in your chair.
Chris sighed before glancing at the clock watching his remaining child sulk. Both had changed after Allison’s death for the better if you looked at it one way. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when her birthday rolled around and each locked themselves in their rooms.
“Go pick up the food.” He sighed tossing a pair of keys to you.
Without looking you caught them and hastily grabbed one of Allison’s daggers and pushing it into your boot. You quickly inserted the key to the car and drove the distance to the only good diner in town.
You sat there remembering the last time you had drove yourself, well more accurately when you drove. Stiles had been knocked out cold with an attack from the supernatural and you practically did illegal stunts to make it to the hospital.
“Get over it.” You mumbled to yourself as you opened the door of the diner. Inside was a remotely busy rush following the welcome back dance.
You hated dances. The last one your were at was sophomore year with Allison.
“Y/N!” Pop’s grinned, “You’ll have to hang tight, the deep fryer wasn’t working for a couple minutes.
You chuckled before settling into a booth with a good view outside. You watched as a group of teens laughed as they walked into the diner. You saw the resident hot shot Archie Andrews as his friends. Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones. You shifted as they sat int the booth across from yours. It reminded you of your favourite times with the pack.
It was late when the pack dragged their asses to the diner that sold adequately healthy fast food. A lot of your were limping or injured in some kind of way following the shit kicking you had received against the Alpha pack. Thankfully all was right again…for now. “Is my head supposed to hurt this much?” Stiles groaned shaking his head as Scott patted his bed friend on the back.
“You were knocked unconscious in a car accident. It’s safe to say that yes it should be for the next little while.” Lydia chuckled as she fixed her hair once more.
“What happened to you guys!” A young waiter exclaimed at the sight.
“We were playing a game of football.” You lied quickly.
Placing your orders in you all began to laugh tryng to ease the heightened feelings from the win you had managed. It was a shame everyone was under age and the diner didn’t sell alcohol because you could use some. Inside you all had different kinds of drinks.
“To a safe Beacon Hills!” You exclaimed clinking glasses with everyone.
“For now.” Stiles said meetings everyone’s eyes, “We killed ourselves and came back. It’s going to get a lot worse isn’t it.”
“We can face it. Together. We’ll come out the same.” You said before taking a long sip of your milkshake.
Boy were you wrong on that one.
You shuffled as a tear rolled down your cheek and you brushed it off. You hated thinking of those times at the same time. You missed them so much but in agreement with your dad you both needed to be away. It couldn’t be going to bad given no calls had happened.
You looked over to see Betty looking at you concerned. The others watched the interaction with the same expectations. Veronica and Archie had already tried to make friends with you when you arrived in the summer but you wouldn’t have it.
“Yes.” You grumbled irritated by the tears wanting to move down your cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.” You practically hissed before pulling the sleeves of your sweater down further, “Go back to gossiping.”
“We aren’t gossiping, man your one very angst teen.” Jughead said watching you.
“Says you.You’ve been attached to your computer since that kid was killed.” You groaned leaning back but it stopped when the diner door slammed open with a strong force.
It was too strong so you were on your feet in a defensive position with the Chinese dagger neatly swinging in your hand. You heard a gasp from Betty as the dagger glinted in the dark lighting. Your head tilted as the frantic person landed their eyes on you with a friend sharing the same movements.
“Scott? Stiles?” You exclaimed shocked before the spazzing teenager harshly dragged you out of the diner. A concerned and worried Archie Andrews frantically followed you out with his friends.
Hey There, Roomie Ship: Roommate!Taehyung | Reader Description: The sexual tension between you and your roommate is finally acted upon. Warning: Masturbation, Exhibitionsm, Voyeurism, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Sex Toy? Word Count: 2,111
Request: Can I
request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and
you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how
it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock
buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of
them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a
I smiled looking at myself through the rearview
mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to
school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my
mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front
of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I
shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering
the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted
and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow
device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.
After a full turn, I finally find a decent
place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to
enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the
brakes and glared at the bold. I knew
the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars
away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.
“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised
my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.
Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and
fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.
“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”
I started to walk with him to my side. We were
in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I
could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high
school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth
it. He was taking me with a few,
especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social
circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes
they made me laugh.
“So I heard that this new movie will be on
Saturday … Let’s go together?”
Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was
determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my
mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly
relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to
see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay
for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that
too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being
dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to
think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best
friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable
looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it
for a silly etiquette.
“How on a date?” I remembered that I
hadn’t answered him.
I turned to look at him and he smiled in
embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and
funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with
blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.
“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a
question. Well, he left the decision to me again.
I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex
“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m
sorry to say you got a strike”
He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to
erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I
felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to
exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri
with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she
was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too
bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.
I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay
together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing
himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help
but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to
any. That was how it was.
“Are you serious?” The good thing
about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very
rude to me, Y/N!”
“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him
in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after
an Olympic rejection.
At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay
kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me.
He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks
to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of
the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said
things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I
looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and
smiling as if nothing.
“What was that?”
“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his
backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”
For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded.
Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his
companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood
changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely
I was without appetite.
“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay
knew him as well as I did.
The boy shrugged and looked in the direction
where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I
had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before
we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to
approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined
the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was
difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I
couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the
I doubted if it would be a good idea to
interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was
different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange
after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended
up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage
me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and
Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since
neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer,
covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.
“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on
relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed
to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered
the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing
between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the
Cresmont that you would never go through this”
I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were
talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.
“I don’t know what else to do, dude.”
Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve
dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to
consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were
“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.
“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and
it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and
send me to the devil”
My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced
my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began
“I don’t think so. You two make a good
team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I
glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could
complement us in an incredible way.
I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away
from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life
without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies
and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that
taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine,
even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t
have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too
close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes
needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going
its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and
there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up
and I hid my face again between the pages.
“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had
a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him,
after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the
need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing
was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But
I stood still with the lump in my throat.
“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your
history essay, you need to distract your mind”
I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved
from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and
inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t
notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy,
especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications,
attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above
all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything
wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself
as I see you? I bit my lip.
“I saw you” Jessica came out of
nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on
people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”
I rolled my eyes.
"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I
“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff
that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s
words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I
looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows
this, obviously everyone, except you”
“We are good friends”
“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings,
the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”
I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her
but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica
“Do I confess something?” I waited
quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin.
Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.
If my best friend’s words had left me frozen,
Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I
in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with
anyone in my life.
I ran as if my life depended on it to the
baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the
car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his
locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting
some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon.
Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and
booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have
difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they
were making fun of him.
"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of
them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one
Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.
“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I
get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates
boasted. I was getting angry.
How could it be that they messed with him for
some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some
sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but
the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick,
it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label,
So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I
smiled and walked resolutely towards them.
“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.
I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on
my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until
I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my
fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place,
was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening,
he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part
until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.
“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the
one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.
I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This
kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to
feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.
“I thought better, why wait until Saturday?
Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme
happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that
your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and
His friends laughed, he too, but a little more
“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.
“Boys” I gave a single glance at
their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.
I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight
of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.
“You were serious?”
“About the kiss or Netflix and
chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Both of them”
“Now I know that I’m sure of the
kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little
more seriously in the chill part”
Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen.
My heart skipped a beat.