girl i know you want these chips

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

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Hello again! I wrote this in about half and hour and didn’t proof-read or anything, so it may be a mess, but hopefully it’s alright? This is a Peter Parker story about the reader having an awful day and Peter being there to help make it better. I got a request for an imagine about Tom comforting an upset reader, but I just changed it to a Peter fic, so I hope that’s okay!


    Peter and Ned rushed down the hallway, late for class as per usual, each boy faulting the other for the possible detention slip that loomed over their heads. Truthfully, they were both guilty parties.

Ned and Peter had gotten hungry after gym class and snuck off campus during their lunch break to grab sandwiches at the shop a few blocks down. They’d been so absorbed by greasy fries and vanilla malts that they had forgotten to check the clock. To make it to physics on time, the boys had needed to run down the street, which proved very difficult seeing as the streets were always crowded with too many people. You could barely bend over to tie your shoe without someone getting in your way and vice versa.

“This is so annoying!” Peter whined, “I can’t deal with a detention today, what if Mr. Stark needs me, or like, I don’t know, I’ve got to somehow figure out how to multiply myself so I can be about a thousand places at once so I can fight all the city’s crime.” He bent over for a second to wait for Ned to catch up.

“Dude, shut up,” Ned wheezed, “I think I’m just going to take the detention slip, I’m over this.” He braced himself with a harsh hand on Peter’s shoulder. “This is like taking gym all over again.”

“No, Ned, we’re so close! I’m sure that we can drag ourselves a few more feet.” Peter encouraged his best friend, while the pair moved sluggishly up the stairs.

Ned opened his mouth with a witty retort in mind, when Peter smacked a hand over his chest to steady him. “Do you hear that?” Peter mumbled.

The boys strained their ears and heard the soft pitter patter of heels clacking against the floor above them. The longer they listened, the more amplified the clicks became. “Shit,” Ned cursed, “we’re so getting caught. I am not down for detention right now.”

The boys fumbled on the stairs, unsure of which direction they should run in when the noise traveled nearer and nearer to where they stood on the stairs. “Maybe we’ll just get a firm talking to for being late again?” Peter said, doing his best to think positively in the face of defeat.

Ned groaned, slumping his shoulders, as he too accepted the fact that he and his best friend were about to be completely vanquished by whatever school staff member was about to bust them for their constant tardiness.

Peter moaned and leaned back into the banister, taking out his phone to text both Aunt May and Mr. Stark that he would be unavailable for a few more hours after class. The boys both lifted their heads up to meet the furious gaze of the teacher that never came.

Instead, the young girl that breezed past the boys was one of their friends, and Peter’s biggest crush yet. When Liz Allen hadn’t worked out, Liz had made sure to introduce Peter to her friend, who was in the same grade as Peter and Ned. She even shared more than a few classes with the pair of them.

She stunned Peter on a daily basis. Whether it was her ability to quote Shakespearean literature like it was a simple recipe that she’d learned over the weekend, drink eight lattes a day, manipulate chemicals to do as she pleased, or her capability to be the kindest person he’d ever met, Peter was always left breathless. She was nice to everyone, even to the people who didn’t deserve it and had never flaunted her beauty or brains in a way that hurt a classmate intentionally. Peter didn’t think he had ever heard her utter a mean word about someone in his entire life, even when people would say horrid things to her.

She comforted Peter on his lowest nights, even without being near him. She had a soft voice and he imagined cuddling up with her in bed, while she played with his curls and listened to him cry about the level of stress that he was under without ever making fun of him. Besides that, she was easily the most beautifully luminous girl in Peter and Ned’s entire high school.

Although, right now, she was wiping her eyes and trying to cover up the sobs that drifted past her lips. Peter’s eyes widened and he looked to Ned and then back at the girl that he desperately desired to make his own, and then back at Ned.

“Go,” Ned urged, pushing Peter in an attempt to steer him closer to her. “Go or it’ll be too late. She likes you and you like her, stop being a baby, Parker. Tony Stark can’t do everything for you.”

A few weeks ago, a rumor spread that she had gotten a little too tipsy at one of Liz’s parties and had accidently, and quite loudly, revealed that she harbored a massive crush on Peter Parker. Peter had been quick to brush off the rumor, claiming that it was only started to embarrass her, remained unaware that the rumor wasn’t just a rumor, and was an actual fact.

Before Peter could take offense to Ned’s statement, something clicked in his brain and he was tearing down the stairs, trying to make his way to her before she reached the school’s front door.

He called out her name just as her hand closed over the door’s handle. She turned, brown mascara smudged beneath her eyes and waved, her lips quivering into a soft smile that she aimed at Peter before she pulled open the door and walked through it.

“Shit,” Peter mumbled, breaking into a full run in hopes of getting to her before she drove off.

Her day had been so horrible, no matter how she tried to look at. All she wanted was for Peter Parker to wrap his surprisingly muscular arms around her frame, pull her onto his lap, and allow her to cry into his neck while he whispered soft words of reassurement to her. She logiticied that Peter hadn’t reciprocate her feelings, seeing as Liz had been his crush since day one, no matter what Liz said, so she would have to settle for her warm, pink bed, a tub of ice-cream, and a Harry Potter movie marathon.

Peter called her name out once again, nearly tripping over his own two feet to stand in front of her. “Wait,” he wheezed, all of his words crawling back down his throat when he looked upon her face.

Fresh tears glimmered in her eyes, her rosey lipgloss had been disturbed, her lower lip trembled and Peter was almost lost for words. He had never seen her look so sad before and he decided right then and there that he would find the person who did this to her and destroy them, spidey suit or not.

“What’s the matter?” Peter said gently, moving to hug her close, but then dropping his hands because she hadn’t said that he was allowed to touch her and Peter wouldn’t ever want to make her heart hurt more.

In reality, the girl knew that she was probably being over-dramatic and silly, but she couldn’t help it. Everything that she had worked so hard for was collapsing in on her and there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn’t even one in the afternoon and she had suffered through three anxiety attacks, and was currently on the brink of another one.

She opened her mouth to respond to Peter, but when she couldn’t make her mouth move past a strangled sob, she simply shrugged her shoulders and catapulted herself into Peter’s arms.

Peter reacted automatically, cradling the small of her back to him while he rubbed soft circles onto her spine. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered into her floral smelling hair, “tell me what I can do to fix it and I’ll do it.”

They stood like that for a while, Peter slowly rocking them back and forth, while he supported the meager weight of her shaking frame in his arms. He spoke to her tenderly, telling her that he would help her make whatever was hurting her okay before she lifted her head to meet his eyes.

“Peter, I’m going to get you into trouble.” She sniffled, “you should be in class, I know that you love physics.”

“If you haven’t noticed,” Peter said, raising his eyebrows, “I don’t give half a damn about physics right now, you’re the only one who brought it up. I want to be where you are so I can help.”

She prayed that she wouldn’t regret what she was about to ask Peter, “do you wanna come home with me? We’re both going to get detention if we stay out here for much longer. I promise I’ll compensate you with warm chocolate chip cookies and coffee,” she trailed off, refusing to meet Peter’s hopeful gaze.

“Okay,” Peter said, “but I don’t know if you should drive right now,” he pointed to her shaking hands. “I don’t want you to get hurt by accident.”

She nodded her head, planning on ordering an uber and just leaving her car at the school.

“If you want, I can drive us home, I swear I know how.” Peter offered, a cherry blush spilling over his cheeks.

The girl dug through her purse before retrieving her car keys. “Okay, Peter. I trust you.”

Peter smiled at her before taking hold her keys and leading her into the parking lot. He couldn’t believe that she still looked so pretty after having just sobbed into his sweater.

“Peter?” She asked softly, tugging at his sleeve to make him look at her. “Thank you for being so good to me.”

He shook his head and leaned in, and before he could stop himself, he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. Peter’s eyes widened, but before he could have his own panic attack, she flashed a real smile at him and pulled Peter forward, through lanes and lanes of parked cars.

Scott McCall AU (part 2)


Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry it’s late haha, but I actually really got into writing this part, so it’s kinda long (9 pages long). Also… I’m not sure how long this Scott series is going to last but based on how this one went, I’m betting not very long. Anyways, enjoy and give me some feedback! Also, just so you guys know I started part 3 last night!


“College weekend! Are you ready honey?” Your mom asked.

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omg i just remembered in my first year of uni in like 2012 i was in a group assignment with 2 girls and one had a crush on me but i didnt find out for ages and anyway she would sometimes be nice to me and sometimes be mean and i was like wtf so confused bc i was this kid that started 6 months later than everyone else so everyone already had their clique and i was like wtf i dont know where i fit in anyway these girls were nerds which i was cool with cause it meant we would get work done but id be stuck hanging with them and they were really quiet and weird but also rude idk i still dont really understand them anyway so one day i literally just wanted to know if anywhere on campus sold mushroom sauce bc i wanted mushroom sauce for my hot chips and the girls were like idk and i was like ok and the next day one of the girls was like ‘nowhere here sells mushroom sauce i checked’ and i was like rip that sucks mushroom sauce is so good but didnt think anything of it and then the other girl got up me for not appreciating what the other girl did and i was like ???? and she was like she went around to every cafe and asked if they sold mushroom sauce for you and i wa slike wtf really???? and so apparently she literally asked every cafe if somewhere sold muchroom sauce and i didnt thank her enough because i had no idea she did that and also i…..didnt ask??? i mean i asked but it was a passing comment type ask like anyway for the rest of the semester they were really secretive n stuff n rude but once she picked me up from my house and i was like thx so much anyway the other girl was like i cant believe ur friendzoning her and i was like what???? and shes like shes done so much for you and you dont seem to care or show her like feelings back and i was like i literally have no idea what ur talking about and she was like she gave you a lift to uni and she walked around the whole campus asking around for your sauce isnt it obvious she has a crush on you and mind you this was literally over the course of 3 months and anyway idk where i was going with this but like ????? idk it was such a weird time of my life and i felt like sharing that

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Two}

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long to put out. I had a little trouble writing it and what I wanted to come out of it. So, I hope you lovelies enjoy! Thanks to @lovelydob for proof reading this for me!

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RFA (+Saeran & V) x Reader -A girl’s chocolate eaten!

Okay, here it is!!! *feels acomplished (ಥ﹏ಥ)* x3

First of all, Saeyoung’s HC is safe for you to read, don’t worry my dear friend, but the rest of them are a little suggestive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Kisses, Innuendos… I wanted to spice it up a little, I’m sorry if that bothers you, I really hope it doesn’t, there’s no smut, I swear, it’s just a little spicy)

I really hope you enjoy! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶


  • He already ate a bag or two of Honey Buddha Chips, so he thought… He innocently thought that he could eat that delicious chocolate without being charged for treason.
  • He clearly didn’t know how a girl’s fury can be worse than that of the devil.
  • “But… but… I swear, babe, I-I…just…” He said nervously, trying to get to calm you down.
  • “Ah-ah, no babe, no…” You shook your head and looked him straight on his eyes “IT’S MY CHOCOLATE YOU’VE EATEN… Not Saeran’s, not Vanderwood’s… but MINE” You pointed your finger at him and lightly poked his chest with itYOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS!” You yelled, you were mad as hell and you sure were scaring the shit out of him.
  • You only wanted to eat the last precious piece of chocolate you PURPOSELY hide to eat when you were feeling down. It’s your survivor’s kit, it’s everything you needed and wanted. Your. Damn. Chocolate. 
  • You were just trying to teach him a valuable lesson, a very, very valuable one.
  • “It’s just… I don’t think you value your HBC enough, nor your guts, if you dare to eat what was mine, you know, I should do the same to you… You hummed in approval and headed to the kitchen and smirked when he stopped you. 
  • “Okay, okay, babe, please…” He said, his face white and his eyes those of a puppy. “I’m gonna buy you all the chocolate you want, just don’t eat them, please, I won’t eat your chocolate again, I swear!” He put his hands like he was praying, trying to make it all more credible.
  • “I know you won’t” You softly laughed at his reaction, you couldn’t hold it anymore, your little fake angry moment was worthy after all.
  • You hugged him, hiding your face on his chest and snuggled, he smelled really good. He grapped his arms around you in response and kissed the top of your head. You felt him smiling.
  • That’s all you needed at the end of the day.


  • He didn’t care about it, he didn’t give a shit if it was yours, Saeyoung’s or the fucking devil’s.
  • He wanted it. He ate it. End of story.
  • But he didn’t know how mad you could get, you were always been sweet and caring… Challenging? Sure, but not angry, not ever. And he was way too surprised when you yelled to be able to reply to you. 
  • Until he got tired. 
  • SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. NOW!He screamed back and you gasped in surprise, so you instantly backed up and did as he said “You don’t have to yell at me, I’ll buy you a damn ton of chocolate if that’s what you want!” He told you, a frustrated look on his face.
  • “I just wanted to eat that chocolate…” You told him in the lowest voice you had and pout, avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t see you blush. You weren’t going to yell at him again, he sure as hell was scarier than you would ever be in your whole life. 
  • You saw from the corner of your eye that he was back to normal. He had a playful smile on his face while he approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your right shoulder.  
  • I could make you forget about chocolate… I have a million ways to do that if you wanna try” He whispered in your ear and then he lightly bit your earlobe and your whimper turned in to a soft moan when he licked it and started kissing your neck.
  • You sure forgot about the damn chocolate. 


  • Oh boy, there’s no way you can get mad with him. NO. WAY. 
  • He’s a sweetheart… He suffered a lot… You just can’t get mad at him.
  • But he starts noticing your pouty face and the way you’re not as clingy and cheerful with him as you usually are and he knows.
  • “Darling… I’m sorry I ate your chocolate” He sighed and sit next to you on the couch “We can go buy more now and take a walk as we go, it’s a wonderful day and the weather’s perfect…” He said with a hopeful smile on his lips, and you couldn’t hide your own tender smile while you nod in agreement. 
  • He softly kissed you afterwards, with his right hand stroking your cheek as a way to redeem himself. 


  • I bet my ass he’s the colder, smutty version of V… I bet my ass, people.
  • And I don’t think he’s that much into chocolate or sweets in general, but he’s human, at least he wanted to try to eat a bit for once? So he did.
  • You wouldn’t dare to yell at him, but still you were a little flustered with it… At least he could have choosen another day to do so.
  • You were so damn obsessed with that piece of chocolate throughout the day that when you got home and didn’t found any… You could have killed someone in that moment.
  • So when he gets home and sees the frustrated expression on your face he notices something’s going on. You didn’t even greeted him when he arrived, that fact alone is like a neon sign screaming that you’re angry at him.
  • “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know I can I make you feel better He said and grabbed your waist until your body collided with his body, burning holes on your skin from his touch alone You just have to tell me what you want, and I’ll provide He whispered againts your lips before he hungrily kissed them.
  • You suddenly forgot what you were mad for and focused on continue breathing. Because boy, he sure was breathtaking. The hottest husband there’s to exist.
  • Fuck chocolate.


  • Yeah, he’s a baby boy and he’s sweetheart and he’s the love of your life and he can do nearly whatever he wants and you don’t get mad at him but oh, not your chocolate. NOT. YOUR. CHOCOLATE. No, boy, no touchy. 
  • But, oh, he was eating it in front of you and wasn’t offering you any. 
  • When he was licking his fingers clean he noticed some evil, scary aura near him. It was at this moment that he knew he fucked up.
  • “YOOSUNG KIM, I SWEAR TO GOD YO-” He literally run to your bedroom and locked the door. He fucking locked the door. 
  • You headed there and lightly knocked at the wood door with your knuckles “Baby, open the door ~ ” You sing-songed.
  • “No, you won’t fool me, that was fucking scary… I’m not opening this door, not ever!!” He shouted from behinf the door, his breathed uneven and his voice trembling.
  • “Yoosung, for God’s sake, I just wanted you to go shopping for more…” You said, regretting you had yelled to him, you didn’t want to scare him to death like that, not that much at least. 
  • “I don’t believe you…” He said, hesitation clearly hanging on his voice. 
  • Stop being a child and open the door, Yoosung You said with a sweeter tone this time “We need to go grocery shooping anyways, so at the end it was a good thing you ate that chocolate…” You tried to convince him, and a minute later he opened the door with caution and looked at you, waiting for a punch or something to fly his way.
  • But it didn’t happen, so he stepped out of the room and approached you, still cautious. You hugged him without warning and hid your face on the crook of his neck, gently leaving butterfly kisses there, making him giggle and relax under your soft touches. 
  • Who said grocery shopping? Who needs chocolate? Not you.


  • I’m sorry, you can’t run out of chocolate if you own a café, it would be a sin. 
  • You and Jaehee never run out of chocolate. There’s chocolate in the kitchen, but not the one you wanted, she ate your favorite chocolates. AND. THAT. IS. A. CRIME. 
  • “Yes ma’am, that’s what it is. My favourite ones…” You chuckled, still surprised to found Jaehee ate them ALL “You should be ashamed of your behaviour, my lady, if you were that hungry you could have eaten something else… You told her, clearly trying to make an innuendo.
  • Her breath hitched and she blushed like mad, her face obviously trying to match the colour of the cherries “I… Yo-you… I mean… Do you want me to…? He asked, her gaze not meeting yours.
  • “Oh… No, baby, I was just trying to make you feel a little uncomfortable, just kidding sweetie, don’t worry…” You smiled tenderly “But you should pay the price now… What about a cheesecake with raspberry’s mermelade?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a funny, suggestive way to convince her. 
  • But oh, girl, she wasn’t in the mood for that.
  • “Y/N… You can’t offer me the finnest delicacy and then ask me to make a common meal She said, looking at you with an intensity you weren’t used to. 
  • You were damn shooked. For a moment you thought you were too dirty minded to understand her words but, ah-ah, no-no… She said what she said.
  • “Oh God…” Now you’re the one blushing.


  • You were really angry. REALLY ANGRY.
  • When he arrived home from his rehearsals you immediately faced him and held the empty envelope of your favorite chocolate in front of his face. 
  • He was surprised for a moment but then he smiled.
  • “WHY ARE YOU SMILING!? YOU SHOULD BE SCARED!” You yelled, furiously waving the empty envelope.
  • “Owwwww! You look so sexy when you’re angry! He yelled back, a face that showed how in love he was with you. He can’t get angry with you, he just can’t.
  • He grabbed your hips and lifted you up effortlessly, without warning, you gasped in surprise and got hold of his neck to steady yourself, then you wrapped your legs around his waist, suddenly forgetting why you were angry in the first place. 
  • “Now you have awakened the beast, are you happy?” He told you, lust spilling from his voice, from his every pore. 
  • “Wow, you’re going to fast, babe” You asked, trying your best not to laugh.
  • “There’s one thing I’m not fast at… Wanna check, princess? He smirked and you chuckled, still not used to his boldness.
  • “Of course I wanna, fuck the damn chocolate, now I want you”
  • He was clearly satisfied with your reply.


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On The Door Step - part 2

 Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue     part 1

Warnings: Season 11 spoilers, cursing, violence (I think that’s it)

Words: 1,850

A/N: Just wanted to thank you all so much! I have been in a dark place for the longest time, and knowing that there are you guys who like this story has made me unbelievably happy. I’m not going to bore y’all with details, so here’s the second part. Also, I tried finding the types of motorcycles that are in the Men of Letters bunker, but I could not. If you know, could you tell me? Thank you and enjoy! (tags are at the bottom).

(Y/B/M) = your birth month

A week.

It’s been a full seven days since my last outburst at school. A hundred-sixty-eight hours and counting, and all I can feel is jitters. I. Can’t. Sit. Still.

My leg bounces uncontrollably under the table while my fingers drum on the tabletop. I try to focus on the paper due for my Forensic Science class, but my mind keeps moving on to other things. More important things than summarizing a forensic fiction novel.

My fingers thread through my hair before I push away from my desk and scurry into the hallway. I need some air.

“Cas!” Dean shouts, his voice carrying and bouncing off the tiled walls. I run towards the room in which the voice originates from, finding Sam and Dean hovering over Cas’s twitching body in the library.

“What’s going on?” I question, adrenaline pouring into my veins making my shaky hands worse. “What’s wrong with Cas?”

“(Y/N), stay back,” Sam softly commands, slightly pushing me back towards the table. “Go get water.”

“This is part of what Rowena did, isn’t it?” I try to take a step forward, but Dean stops me.

“Go get some water,” Dean demands before turning his attention back to his friend. I glare at the back of their heads before hurrying to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. When I return Castiel is back in his chair, sweating even more than before, and Dean takes the glass from me and sets in on the table before instructing me to go back and finish my homework.

My hands ball into fists and my teeth grip the inside of my cheeks. Don’t do it. “Is Castiel okay?” I force out, trying to even my breaths. “He’s my friend too.”

“I’m okay, (Y/N),” Castiel interrupts Dean from giving me another order. I push past Dean, picking up the glass of water and handing it to Cas. He most certainly not okay.

Dean takes a seat across from Sam while his fingers tap on the keyboard like there’s no tomorrow. Most likely looking for a case or something that revolves around their current struggle. They try to keep me away from the stuff they hunt and the struggles they have, but I still hear them talking. This time around, they’re battling The Darkness.

From what I’ve heard, this is going to be even worse than either apocalypse.

I sit in the chair next to Castiel, examining him closely as I try to figure out what the hell Rowena did. Even though I never met her, I know she’s a witch and what she vaguely looks like, all thanks to Charlie.

“Listen to this, maybe something here,” Sam says, drawing my attention away from Castiel. Sam’s eyes are on the screen of his laptop as he continues, “Uh, in Denver, three women were at this Cafe Elta, when their waiter- for no apparent reason- stabbed and killed one; one survived and the third vanished after furniture seemed to slide around by itself.” Sam scoffs at the article before glancing to Dean asking, “What do ya think?”

Dean doesn’t answer him, but simply pulls out his phone, calling the local police station. 

I jump from my seat as Sam stands from his. “I wanna come.” I blurt, standing tall in my spot and narrowing my eyes at them. “I want to help.”

“No, (Y/N).” Sam doesn’t even take a moment to think about it and I glare at him for it.

“Why not? I’m going to be 18 in (Y/B/M). And don’t give me that “it’s for your own good” bullshit.”

“You have school tomorrow.”

“Let me skip school, you two did it all the time growing up.” I point out, stepping closer to Sam while he gathers his computer and books. “I want to help save Cas.”

“We don’t want you growing up like us,” Sam says softly, trying to stay quiet so the officer on the phone with Dean can’t hear us. “We’re trapped in this life, you’re not.” He walks away, heading towards his room so he can pack for the trip. I cross my arms, looking to Dean and readying myself to continue the argument with him, but he collects his things and leaves the library with the phone tucked between his shoulder and cheek.

Huffing, I crumble into the chair Sam was sitting in, burying my face in my arms.

I don’t wanna have to worry about their safety. I can’t keep doing it.

“I’m not going with them,” Cas coughs and I lift my head to look at him. “You won’t be alone again.”

I smile weakly at him.

“Let me go with you, please?” I plead, adjusting my bag straps on my shoulder. I pout, hoping I can work my puppy eyes on Dean and Sam, but Dean just smirks at my attempt. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a tight hug, giving me a kiss on the top of my head. 

“Be good, okay?” Sam says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders once Dean had let go. “Don’t get expelled while we’re gone.”

“Okay,” I bury my face in his chest, wrapping my arms around his middle. “Promise you’ll make it back?”

“This is a milk run,” Dean smiles. “We’ll be back before you know it.”

That’s what Sam said last time.

I nod, weakly smiling as I step away from the Impala, watching as the two giants tuck themselves in the front seat. They wave good-bye before Dean hits the gas peddle and speeds off down the road. Once I can no longer see the car, I pick up my helmet and head back into the garage. I push out my 1932 Harley Davidson Flathead before shutting the doors behind me. It’s technically not mine, but it was left here by the previous Men of Letters and since no one was using it, I had Dean help me fix her up.

Securing my bag on my shoulders and making sure my helmet is on properly, I start the engine and it roars to life. The journey from the bunker to Lebanon High School on a map seems very long, but in reality, it’s too short for my liking.

I like school, but I don’t like the people there.

I park in the first spot that I can find and tuck my helmet under my arm as I make my way to the front entrance, watching from afar all the kids that pile in. We’re a small town, not many children my age… not many people actually. About 400 people actually.

Scurrying to my first class, I tuck myself behind my desk and place my book bag on the floor near my feet. I start to day dream, wondering what kind of things my brothers are doing at the moment.

Why can’t I help them? I’m not wanted at this school.

I watch as the room fills with blabbering teenagers, squirming a little in my seat as they glare at me. They know I’m an outsider. They know that my brothers and I have only been here a couple of years. And I feel like they know everything about me.

The school day drags on, and all I want to do is go home and spend my weekend watching movies with Castiel and try so desperately to not focus on the fact my brothers could be hurt as I’m sitting here in a cafeteria munching on Lays chips and observing the behaviors of my fellow classmates.

“Do you have to stare?” A girl sitting at the table across from mine questions, flipping her long brunet hair over her shoulder and glaring at me. “Do you think you’re better than us or something?”

I raise a brow at her, ready to bite back. However, I think better of it and choose to stuff another chip in my mouth.

“What? Not even going to answer her?” The blond guy sitting next to the brunet snaps back. “You’re right, Karen, she thinks she’s better than us.”

“Well you’re not,” the brunet, Karen, hisses, swiveling in her chair to face me. “Your family is poor and useless. Your brothers are nothing but alcoholics in line to die from liver cancer.” She spits and I clench my fists under the table. My body screams for me to lock my fist with her jaw and connect my foot with the blond’s crotch, but I can’t.

My brothers will be pissed.

“You and your brothers are filthy and don’t belong here.” Karen continues and I hold on tight, fighting back the words I want to say, the actions I wish to take. I have to force myself to imaging I’m breaking the mirror in my bathroom, the mirrors in the bunker while chanting, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t-

“Aah!” I glance up from my lap, watching as the window panes break apart and fall on top of the teens closest to them. The kids wearing glasses toss them off their face, the glass in the lenses breaking and cutting their cheeks. The students scream, running for cover under the balcony, protecting them from the raining mirror shards that fall from the roof.

I gasp, ducking out of the way and hiding under the table. My eyes connect with Karen’s before they fall to her arm that’s sliced open from the glass. I wince, pulling away from the break in the table where a few fragments slipped through and stuck to my shoulder.

The glass stops falling, leaving the cafeteria floor sparkling like a child recklessly tossed glitter while they were pretending to be a fairy. A teacher makes his way to aid Karen’s wound and another teacher begins to sweep a path to my table. She offers her hand to pull me out, but I’m too stunned to take it.

I did this. The ceiling was never mirrored. I did this.

“(Y/N), C’mon,” the teacher says, and I pull my eyes away from the mirror fragments. I can’t bring myself to take her hand as the burning from the open wounds in my shoulder scream at me.

I did this.

What’s wrong with me?

“We need to clean your shoulder, come out.” The teacher demands, and I feel tears slip out of my eyes. She takes it as a sign of my pain and assures me everything will be okay. But these tears are not due to the pain in my shoulder, they’re because I’m scared.

It’s not going to be okay. If Sam and Dean find out what I did, they’ll hate me. They’ll push me away. They’ll kick me out.

They’ll leave me.

The teacher grabs my hand, having enough, and pulls me out from under the table. She helps me to my feet and walks me to the nurses office while I sort through my thoughts, trying to plan what to tell them if they find out what happened. They’ll defiantly find out, but what if they think it’s not me. That’s possible right?

I don’t want them to leave me.

Tags: @straightasdeanwinchester


my hands are still searching for ways to say sorry, even when they’ve stopped bleeding. even when they’re not waiting for you to hold onto them anymore.

& my body sleeps better on the right side of the bed, now.
& maybe that’s all I want you to know, now. that my body,
is tired  of walking away from fires it never started. that I
treat the open wounds I have made of myself. that I am still
learning how to love in a world that only knows how to swallow.
but it’s a start.

I am weakest when waking. the door closes and I search for another excuse to open. I tell myself that the flood will only consume when I
let it. that in the morning, I’ll call you like i’ve been meaning to. I’ll
give you another apology for you to scorn. I’ll give you my reasons
for being so reckless but I never meant to hurt you like that.

& my heart is a lightning storm that wreaks havoc in cities I’ve never visited. & my heart is still trying to raise the earth for what it’s done to me.

& my hands tore my heart out in january.
I held it out to you like a bargaining chip. but you didn’t want it.
I wonder if you ever did.

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - May 12th, 2017

Originally posted by andantegrazioso

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances.

The Sound of an Arrow multi-chapter by @lovejesusarrowavengersblog - Five years ago, Oliver Queen lost his wife in a car accident. Twenty years ago, Felicity Smoak’s father kissed her on the forehead and disappeared from her life.Now, she is the nanny for the six adorable Queen children, fighting to restore love in the mansion and trying to deal with the difficult-to-get-along-with Oliver, all the while as she continues to stumble upon evidence that could drag the Queen family further into darkness.

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life.

Letting You Go…Never by @green-arrows-of-karamel - Missing scene from “Underneath”. What happens right after Oliver and Felicity are rescued.

How Felicity Felt by @tdgal1 - Felicity inner thoughts during 5x20

A Touch Unlike Any Other multi-chapter by @mel-loves-all Olicity Regency - The Earl of Archer out for the first time in a long time - LOVE THIS.

Anniversary by @squinternshadowhunter - 1 year anniversary of Olicity and things have changed

Another Ride on the Ferris Wheel by @geneshaven - Olicity talk at Oliver’s birthday party

In Another Life (I Could be Your Man) multi-chapter by @angelicmisskitty - Their lives couldn’t be more different - and yet Oliver can’t take his eyes off the beautiful blonde woman that leaves the subway every morning at 7.43am. There is something about her that makes him look up every morning - something that also makes him aware he’ll never be good enough for her, or that she’d even notice him. He had no idea how much his life would change the day he rushed over to help her…Olicity AU - no Lian Yu, no saving the city (at least not in the way we know from Arrow :D ) LOVE LOVE, LOVE!

Bunker Rendezvous multi-chapter by @dmichellewrites - Initially, Curtis sets up a date night in for his favorite power as they transform their attic into a secondary bunker in case the first one ever becomes compromise yet again. Dinners and alcohol lead to some fun antics in numerous places of the lair, and sometimes Star City’s beloved married duo just can’t help themselves. Oliver and Felicity spend a lot of long nights in the lair. How do Dig and Thea feel about this?

Liquid Courage by @bisexuallaurellance - Extension of the scene from the 5x20 flashbacks. Felicity’s had a lot to drink, and she finds herself back in Oliver’s arms for the first time in months.

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better - you should be reading this!

Better Than Nice by @originalhybridlover - Post Season 5. Oliver intends to remind Felicity that their sex wasn’t just nice. It was amazing and hot and sweaty. It was anything but nice. He just needed to remind her of that.

Olicity Drabble 5x20 - Needing You by @laurabelle2930 - Extended Olicity hospital scene

Room in Your Heart for More multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Army vet Oliver Queen returns from overseas to find out that he has a 5-year-old son. He is fighting for custody, but is struggling to prove he is a fit father. It’s especially hard because he really has no idea what he’s doing. By chance he meets single mother Felicity Smoak, who swoops in like an angel to help him become comfortable in his role as a father. Felicity is recovering from her a recent trauma, and as a vet Oliver is able to be the support that she needs. Together, they learn to open up their hearts in ways they never thought possible. I ADORE this story!

Oliver’s Journal (Post 5x20) by @geneshaven - Oliver’s thoughts after 5x20

To Sacrifice the Sun multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - Oliver and Felicity are ARGUS agents working on a mission in Mexico, the two share some very important history. LOVE THIS

Waiting by @perfectlittlesoul - Her mother once told her that when it was someone you cared about, someone you loved that waiting was the hardest thing that you to do. During 5x20 as Curtis was fixing Felicity’s chip, all she could think about was Oliver.

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life if you missed read here: Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday

Cuddle Quota by @deadlybingo - A fic inspired by ‘I know we said we’d use the nursery but I want to cuddle my baby tonight.’

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work.

Always by @olicitysmoaky - Post 5x20 fic – takes place a bit after the episode. Felicity hears a noise at the loft.

Pizza Time for Two by @lovejesusarrowavengersblog - Post 5x20 fic that includes pizza, Felicity blabbering, and Oliver grinning like an idiot.

She’s My Cherry Pie by @felicityollies - Road trip across America- featuring Felicity being a major tease.

Olicity - Birthday Party (Drabble) by @marytagus - Felicity is organizing Oliver’s birthday party. After 5 years in Hell and another 5 years saving the city clouded by darkness Oliver memory of the passing of years had same void and forgotten. Not this year, the Mayor of Star City birthdate would be celebrated.

No More Secrets by @geneshaven - Oliver is moving back into the loft and Felicity finds a piece of his past in a box.

Aftermath by Dr Piletre (Tvist) - Felicity landed in a heap on top of Oliver, his body trembling underneath her from the effort of holding on to her. She kept holding on to him, afraid he would disappear if she let him go.

Rug Burn Bites by Syberina5 - 5x20 Frustratingly, they had to stop

Sounds of You by @smoakingskye - after the events of episode 5x20. With Oliver safe and recovering, Felicity reflects and reconciles.

I’ll Get the Wine by @wetsuiton - Take on what happened after Felicity went to get the wine.

By the Neck by @bisexuallaurellance - Extension of the scene from the 5x20 flashbacks. After sleeping together, Felicity finds herself drinking more wine. Oliver joins her.

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens.

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Red Square multi-chapter by @quiveringbunny Amanda Waller sent Oliver Queen to Russia to infiltrate the Bratva. But has she forgotten him there?  AMAZING!

Cupcakes 5x22 Fic by @anthfan - Felicity gets cupcakes for the party

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anonymous asked:

prompt idea, if you wanna: Bill running into Clara and Ashildr while on an alien planet and separated from the Doctor (you decide if they know who she is or not, though I reckon they would), and it's a nice show of gay appreciation for each other all round

@evilqueenofgallifrey, your attempt at gay subterfuge is terrible.

Bill isn’t entirely sure who the two women are, or why she’s following them through an alien bazaar on a planet whose name she can’t pronounce. Well. She knows the answer to the second question: they’re both cute, countered only slightly by the fact that they also look shifty as hell. The first largely negates the second, to the point where it’s not until she’s wandered off after them that she realises she’s lost the Doctor, and she’s alone with them in a back street. Normally being alone with two beautiful women in a deserted place would be a cause for celebration, but these two look like women who Do Not Want To Be Followed, and Bill feels a tiny stab of panic. Only tiny, though, because the two women are laughing, and one is tossing her hair, and frankly it’s unfairly distracting.

She takes out her phone and tries to look subtle as she keeps following them. She’s not quite sure why she does that. Thirst, possibly. That, or stupidity. She’s trying to aim for nonchalant, and she thinks she’s succeeding, until they stop walking unexpectedly, and she crashes into the back of the more petite one.

“Hello,” the woman says kindly, and Bill’s heart stops, because women this attractive do not usually talk to chip girls. “You’re Bill, aren’t you?”

“Urm,” Bill says, blinking stupidly. “Yeah.” 


“This is a bad idea,” the more sullen one pipes up, scowling almightily. “You shouldn’t tell her, you know who she is.”

Somewhere in the back of Bill’s mind, she wonders how and why they know this. All concern is out of the window though, because the one with enormous brown eyes is still smiling at her.

“Yes, and I trust her. And I want her to trust us.”

Spy for us, you mean.” 

“Urm,” Bill says again, trying to appear intelligent. “Spy on who? The Doctor?”

“My friend has this wonderful idea that you could text her from time to time and tell her how he’s doing,” the moody one says snidely. “My friend, however, is an idiot.”

“Why would I do that?” Bill asks, before any arguments can erupt. Not that she’d mind watching one. “He’s not that interesting.”

“He is to me,” the kind one says. “Very much so.”

“In a love interest way, or a murder target way?”

Please say the latter, she prays selfishly. Please.

“Well,” the woman looks awkward. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh,” Bill’s face falls. “You like him?”

“Yes,” she shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “But it’s been two hundred years, and if I’m being honest, I’m not averse to you, not at all. You’re actually pretty cute.”

Bill grins. “What’s your name? I mean, if I’m gonna spy, then I’ll need to save your number.”

“Clara,” the woman says, and her friend thumps her in the arm. “Ow.”

The complaint sounds oddly fake, and the smirk that passes between the two women is bizarre, but Bill isn’t concentrating much on that, because this woman - Clara - is going to give her her number. Jesus Christ.

“And I’m Ashildr,” the sullen one says. “Thanks for asking.”

“Sullen isn’t my type,” Bill quips before she can stop herself. “Sorry.”

“And your type is?” Clara asks, and the smirk on her face has changed. 

“Petite women with cute brown eyes.”

Oh god. She’s flirting. She’s not good at it, but never mind.

Clara only smiles in response and reaches for Bill’s phone, inputting a phone number and then handing it back. “There,” she says, with a subtle wink. “For spying… or… other things. Gotta run, I’m afraid. Don’t mention seeing me to the Doctor, yeah? He gets… well, just don’t. Or I won’t be answering your calls.”

Bill nods, then grins giddily as the two women leave.

Seems like her luck with women might be changing.

Creepypasta #1101: The Thing In The Lake

Length: Long

It started when I was very young. I’d visit the pond in our cute little neighborhood often, just to toss rocks or watch the old men fish. Everyone knew everyone in that town. I was safe.

The pond was large, half in the open and half surrounded by heavy, ancient trees.

From five to nine years old I was not allowed in the side of the pond surrounded by thick trees. It wasn’t safe. But as I grew older, my parents grew more relaxed. They said I could go as long as it was light out.

So, at seven in the morning on a Tuesday, I set off in a pair of thick rain boots and my least pretty clothing, ready to adventure. I waved to the old men as I passed, and they smiled in that way old men do. Like they shared a secret almost.

Finally I stepped into the trees. It was instantly much darker. The trees were so dense they blocked a lot of the sun. It was also damp, my feet sinking into thick mud as I trudged forwards determinedly.

It was slower, moving through those trees, than I expected. There were obstacles and the mud was a thick paste that only seemed to thicken further as I churned it with my little legs. It was nearly knee deep at times. But I was ecstatic. A real adventure.

Sure, my mom was likely to rip her hair out when she saw the state of my clothes, but that was fine. I was in the midst of a growth spurt anyway, and soon they’d be too small to fit my growing frame.

I finally reached the center, or at least what seemed to be that.

There was a hard, somewhat dry log around the coast of the pond and I sat there, peering out into the murky water. The side with no trees often had ducks or turtles swimming in it. This side lacked any sign of life. It was eerie and dead, and for the first time I found myself growing uncomfortable with the odd, tense silence that hung over the water.

I hadn’t noticed it before, with as much racket as I was making.

I looked out into the center of the pond, where a large, long dead tree had somehow managed to grow out of the water. It was the only tree off shore, and it seemed to have a little hollow opening just as it met the water.


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What if?

Imagine: RWBY volume 1. The first time we see Jaune, motion sick etc etc.

Ruby’s having her bad day with her sour introduction to Weiss. Jaune extends his hand to her, helping her up.

“Pfft, aren’t you the guy that threw up on the ship?”
“…look, all I’m saying is that motion sickness is a much more common problem than you’d believe!”


“So… I have this?” Ruby takes out her weapon Crescent Rose, and Jaune is surprised:

“Whoa, that’s a big scythe”
“It’s also a customized high impact sniper rifle”
“It’s also a gun?”
“It’s also a gun.”

“What about you? What’s your weapon?”

“Ehh, I’ve never been one for the fancy stuff- this is my great grandfather’s sword, it was passed down to me. Oh, and press the scabbard here!”

And she does. And the shield unfolds. “Ooh!”
“The scabbard’s also a shield. Even though this weapon’s super old, it can take a beating. Cool, right?”
“Yeah- there’s nothing wrong with the classics!”

It’s different. (read more)

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katennara  asked:

And what if it had been Jackie the one dating someone outside the gang in season 4?

[We are talking about if the gang would had been ok with the girls dating boys outside their group when they broke up with their respective couples]

If we are talking about season 2-3, when she had broke up with Kelso, everyone, even Donna, would had been very happy. You are forgetting Jackie was never truly welcomed in the gang.

She went to being Kelso’s annoying girlfriend, to be someone Fez wanted to fuck and Hyde to protect, to be Donna’s “best friend” and then Hyde’s annoying girlfriend. This is how they truly saw her, and we know it.

Donna would had supported her and make sure the dude in question wasn’t an ass. But knowing how Jackie was at the time, I’m worried the kind of person she would had dated. I mean, look at this Chip guy and the cheese guy in season 4, lol. Like Jackie, my girl, you deserve so much more. Don’t settle down for catfish.

Anyway, Hyde would had also been ok. Or more like *fake smile* ok. He lowkey hated JackieAndKelso together once again during season 3-4, so he would probably be first in kind of awe at Jackie’s new relationship because, let’s face it, he kinda had feelings for her so he would be like :lllll

But this also depends on something: is this before the kiss in JBH or after? If it’s before, maybe he won’t be like this. Maybe he would be glad Jackie is truly moving on. And maybe having her for less more time a day will make him realize he misses her and oh shit.

If it’s after, LMAO, he would be lowkey doing faces at this, especially because knowing Jackie, she would try and spend most of her time with her new boyfriend, which means no basement. In fact, that’s when I think the real grow may come.

She would miss Donna and Hyde. She would even miss the rest of the idiots, too. By this point her only real friends are Donna and Hyde (Fez doesn’t count because he started to treat her like crap after he realized she isn’t interested in him during ‘Ice Shack’ And Kelso? LMAO, he would be bitter as fuck, wanting to make her break up with the new dude. Eric wouldn’t care), and she would miss being with them, especially Donna.

Her only option is to tell her boyfriend she wants him to spend time with her friends, but if by some kind of miracle the guy has better friends? Well, lmao, goodbye then.

It may had changed a lot of things, if that would had happened. Because Jackie and Fez were the outsiders at the begining, and Fez gets a place quickly, she has to fucking fight for it. And even after years of knowing each other and so, there’s always this feeling like Jackie is only allowed as long as she is dating one of the guys/trying to date one of them.

The writers really wasted good chances with her and Donna’s friendship when she was single, when both were single. I dream of a season in which both had been single at the same time, and had learned they don’t need the boys, that love and relationships doesn’t define you.

It would had been nice.

Things I Concluded From BATB

-lefou may have a crush on gaston though he is never explicitly stated as gay which disappoints me

-however, gaston dies and i hc that lefou falls in love with another man who treats him how he deserves to be treated

-lefou deserves the world i love and support him

-the girl ? who plays ??? the feather duster when theyre human again ???????? is so beautiful she can s te p on m e

-the song that the beast sang when belle left him was so beautiful i cried v hard

-save cogsworth from his weird ass wife

-why does mrs. potts call her husband mr. potts idk i would never do that to my husband i find it weird

-chip is my adorable son

-i started tearing up when chips plate broke i dont know why it was just so dramatic

-emma waston can step on my face

-the cinematography and music composition was fucking beautiful i could go on forever but ill try not to

-it was kinda weird bc of u know,,,, beastiality but if you ignore that it is very good

-i want to marry that fucking feather duster girl she owns my ass

-they played the music for the song home ??? but didnt sing it which made me sad

-also didnt sing human again which made me sad

-im sad they left some things out but really happy that they put some other things in

-emma waston is beautiful

-i loved how they did the lighting in every fucking scene you can tell it was all very well planned and thought through

-when lefou switched from gastons side to everyone in the castles u should have seen my face i was so happy

-emma watson

how jack and davey accidentally (and then not) ended up spending all their valentines days together

February 14th 2014


will u hate me if i ask if ur free rn

why would i hate you

i dont want to assume

happy v day

wow jack

i’m actually on two dates right now

mrs doubtfire style

what’s up

she dumped me

on the phone

half an hour ago

come over

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Masquerade Kiss | Jasper Jordan X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

(E/C) stand for “Eye color”

Word Count: 2319 words.

(Y/N) could feel his eyes following her as she walked through the camp, just as it had the day before, and the day before that, Jasper’s eyes seemed to never leave her every time they were in the same place. She knew the reason for it, she hadn’t forgotten.

About a year before the 100 being sent to Earth, she and Jasper were what you might call ‘close friends’. Not as close as he and Monty, but still ‘close’. And, oh, that boy liked a good party. Back in the Ark, if there was a party, there was no doubt that Jasper and, potentially, Monty would be there, and sometimes (Y/N) would come over to say hello to them.

And then came the Masquerade Dance to commemorate Unity Day. She didn’t intend to go there, but she ended up getting bored at home, so she searched for a mask to wear and decided to go. It hadn’t been hard to find Jasper among the masked people, his goggles catching her attention in the crowd. (Y/N) walked toward him after drinking a drink to get in the mood, stopping beside the Jordan boy.

“Hey.” she called out, making him finally notice her there, a smile appearing on his face.


(Y/N) smiled back and looked around, noticing that Monty wasn’t there. Her (E/C) eyes stopped to watch all those excited young people jumping from side to side as they danced. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun.

“Wanna dance?” Jasper asked after noticing what she was looking at.

She had never been one of the best dancers, but no one there seemed to care about that, which led the girl to nod. “Let’s go.”

That was the first Unity Day in which (Y/N) had fun. Normally she’d get something lame to do; she was glad she hadn’t found anything to do, she was glad that Jasper had invited her to dance, she was happy to have spent the whole party laughing and jumping without caring if she was dancing well, Jasper wasn’t that good either.

The boy had a smile on his face as he slowed his movements, only moving lightly from side to side as he leaned forward so he could say something to her. (Y/N) also slowed down, a smile appearing on her lips, reflecting his.

“You know, I’m really glad you’re here today.”

The girl nodded, chuckling at his words. “I’m glad to be here.”

Jasper’s smile widened and he stopped dancing completely for a moment, before leaning quickly toward her, trying to get their lips together, but his goggles hit the girl’s mask, causing her to grunt.

“God, I’m so sorry.” he said in embarrassment. “I shouldn’t-”

“No, that’s ok.” she assured him, stopping to think about what had just happened. Or almost happened. (Y/N) felt her heart warm, she couldn’t deny that she had a crush on the Jordan boy for a while. And he, one of her closest friends, had tried to kiss her. He looked embarrassed, probably thinking he’d ruined things between them.

The girl felt confident, lifting Jasper’s goggles to his forehead and biting her lips before pressing hers against his. The boy seemed a little surprised at first, not expecting her to do this, but soon began to respond to the kiss excitedly, moving his lips against hers. (Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat, they were actually doing it.

A smile was also on Jasper’s face as they pulled away and he let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. He was about to say something when the music suddenly stopped, catching everyone’s attention.

“Solar flare alert. An x-class solar flare has begun on the starboard side of The Ark-”(Y/N) grunted when she heard those words, of course this had to happen at that moment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you know the drill.” another voice sounded through the crowd of teenagers. “Masks off. I.D. Chips out.”

The girl took her I.D. from her pocket and removed the mask from her face, hearing a gasp at her side. Jasper looked at her wide-eyed as his mouth closed and opened, trying to say something, but the only thing that came out was a “(Y/N)?”. He looked surprised, why did he look so surprised? “I thought you were staying home today.”

Jasper looked surprised. He didn’t expect her to be there. He didn’t know she was there. He had kissed her, yes, but not thinking it was her. He didn’t want to kiss her, he wanted to kiss the unknown girl he’d met that night. But she knew who he was when she kissed him, and he knew it.

The girl felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Had she ruined their friendship? The only answer she could think of was yes as she saw Jasper’s cheeks turning red, he seemed to try to find something to say. Things wouldn’t be the same between them, she already knew.

(Y/N) felt the people around pushing her, trying to walk out of there. She took that cue and forced herself through the crowd, trying to walk as far as possible from the boy, hearing his voice calling for her.

From that day on she did her best to avoid Jasper, making sure she was late for classes so he couldn’t talk to her and ran out of the classroom as class was over. (Y/N) managed to avoid him even when he waited in front of where she lived.

She didn’t have to do this for long, however, shortly after she had received the news that he and Monty had been arrested. So when she was arrested and sent to Earth with the other delinquents, she wasn’t surprised to see him there. (Y/N) thought she would have to run away from him again, but he hadn’t tried to talk to her once, he just stared at her. Just like he was doing in that moment.

She didn’t exaclty have a place to go as she walked through the camp, and soon realized that if she didn’t decide to go somewhere soon, either she would have to turn around and go back to where she came from -as if she were walking in circles- or she would hit the wall. (Y/N) decided to go talk to the closest person she could find, as if it was what she meant all the time. As if fate was playing with her, she noticed right after touching the shoulder of the boy in front of her that he was Monty. Great.

He looked surprised, probably because she hadn’t talked to him since she’d stopped talking to his best friend. Monty gave a quick glance to Jasper, who should still be looking that way.

“Hey… (Y/N).” he shifted uncomfortably.

“Monty, hey.” she let out a humorless laugh, knowing what was probably waiting for her in the conversation. As if Monty thought the same thing, he went straight to the point.

“So, are we finally going to talk about that?”

“I don’t- I didn’t- I-” okay, maybe she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

The Green boy noticed her struggle, glancing at Jasper and taking the girl gently by her elbow, pulling her to a place where they wouldn’t be under Jasper’s supervision.

“It’s just so embarrassing.” (Y/N) murmured as they walked.

Monty let out a sigh. “I get it. Jasper gets it too, that’s why he’s been trying to talk to you since that night.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “For what? So that he could reject me in my face? No, thank you.”

“You’re really oblivious, aren’t you?” the boy asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Me? Oblivious? Come on Monty, what are you going to say? That he likes me?” she rolled her eyes, lowering her voice. “He kissed me without knowing who I was.”

“You know how Jasper is, (Y/N), he cares about anyone who cares about him.” he paused, looking around discreetly to see if Jasper could see them. "But he really cares a lot about you, more than he cares about anyone else.”

"He cares a lot about you.”

“It’s a different way of caring.” he gave her a pointed look, knowing she understood what he meant. “I’m sure if you hadn’t run away, he would have come all cheerful to tell me what had happened.” he took one last look at her before walking away. “You should talk to him.”

(Y/N) didn’t want his words to go through her head for the rest of the day, she didn’t want them to have affected her. But they did. The girl thought about the Jordan boy everytime she wasn’t busy with something. She should go talk to him. Monty said he wouldn’t turn her down, and even if he was lying, she was ready to hear whatever he was going to say.

And then she went to look for him when the sun began to set. (Y/N) felt her stomach flutter as she found him around the camp with Monty. The Green boy didn’t need any explanation, when he saw the girl approaching, he excuse himself and went elsewhere. (Y/N) took a deep breath, it’s now or never.

“Jasper?” she called him, making him freeze at the sound of her voice, it had been a long time since he’d heard that voice. He quietly turned to her.

A silence followed in the next few seconds –or even minutes-, neither knowing what to say. (Y/N) had only planned to go and talk to him, but she hadn’t thought about what to say; Jasper, who had been taken by surprise, didn’t want to say anything, afraid that it would make things worse with her.

“It’s been a while.” she muttered after a few more seconds, moving nervously.

“Yeah.” he muttered back. “I missed you.” he cleared his throat, embarrassed when his voice cracked, making the girl smile.

“I missed you too, just a little bit, though.” the playful tone in her voice was enough to make the boy smile back at her.

Jasper stared at her for a few seconds before speaking again. “Not that I’m complaining -because I’m totally not- but is there any reason you came to talk to me?”

(Y/N) bit her lower lip lightly, wondering if she should tell what she had heard and how it had affected her. “Monty told me.”

His brows furrowed, the smile still on his face. “He told you what?”

“Everything I needed to know.”

Those words appeared to have made him nervous, his smile fading and his eyes widening slightly with the realization that hit him. Jasper closed his eyes for a few seconds, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"Is it true, then? You like me?” the curiosity screaming inside her.

“Do I like you?” he chuckled. "You have no idea how in love I’m with you.” he gave her a small smile, clearly embarrassed. “I thought you’d never like me back, though. I still think so.” he mumbled lower that last part. "I thought maybe if I found someone else then I’d stop feeling what I feel.” Jasper finally met her gaze. "And then I find out that you were the other person I had met. I was nervous and I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted to and I would want it even more if I knew it was you.” his cheeks began to show signs of redness. "So yeah, I like you.” he lowered his gaze, his shoes becoming incredibly interesting at the moment.

So Monty was really telling the truth. (Y/N) didn’t know how to answer that, butterflies seemed to be in her stomach as she went over the fact that Jasper Jordan really liked her. She paused to think for a second if he had already shown signs of it before, but she couldn’t remember anything, maybe she really was too oblivious.

“I like you too.” she said quickly after realizing that she hadn’t spoken for quite a long time, taking a step toward him. Jasper’s eyes lifted to her, a soft smile on his face, he had waited to hear that words for a long time. “That day, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… But I ended up ruining anyway after I started to avoid you.” the girl smiled a little, apologizing for that.

"Well… Now that we no longer have a friendship happening here, we could start something else.” a playful smile flashed across Jasper’s face, he also took a step toward her.

His smile reflected on her face as she took another step forward. "If you want something I think you’ll have to ask for it.”

“No problem.” one more step. “(Y/N), the grounders tried to take my heart, but they didn’t know it was already taken by y-”

“Wait.” she cut him off, frowning as she took another step. “Did they try to take your heart out?”

“Not really, I just needed something that sounded cliché to say.” his smile only widened at every step.

“Oh okay, go ahead.” she took the last step, now they were only a few inches apart.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)…” he paused dramatically, leaning his head a little toward her. “You would make me the happiest guy on Earth if you would agree to be my girlfriend.”

“Goggles…” she leaned toward him, too. “I think you’re a very happy guy, then.”

Jasper’s smile widened a little more before it disappeared from his lips as he broke the distance between their faces, kissing her lightly. (Y/N) put her hands on the Jordan boy’s shoulders, pressing her lips against his; Jasper placed his eager hands on her waist, caressing it as he moved his lips against hers. This time they both knew who they were kissing and being happy about it, so busy with what they were doing that they lost Monty doing a little victory dance.

Cupid Monty strikes again.


Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 60

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

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Chapter Sixty: Sleepover

Lucy rushed down the stairs as soon as she heard the doorbell ring. She barely got a wink of sleep last night, too excited for the sleepover today. Running past Virgo down the hall, Lucy nearly fell when she came to an abrupt stop in front of the door.

With a huge smile, Lucy jerked the door open, revealing Levy and Juvia. “Hey! Come in!”

Stepping aside, Lucy opened the door wider for her friends to enter. Erza was still missing, but she said she had to run a few errands before she could come over.

Levy marveled at the large house once again, mouth hanging open as she made her way to the living room. “Just as big as ever.”

“Juvia is impressed.” She followed Levy, eyes wandering around while Lucy closed the door.

“Make yourselves at home. There’s snacks and drinks in the dining room.” Lucy was bubbling with excitement and nervousness. She wanted her first real sleepover to go well. Sure Michelle and her used to have sleepovers when they were little, but they didn’t feel as official since they were cousins. This was her first time having friends from school sleep over at her house.

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So last night I was at a party at my boss’ house and we were all just sitting around talking  and watching his two adorable kids play and at one point his little girl fell off the ottoman and started crying really loudly and her mother was trying to calm her down and she just would not stop so her mom said “let’s play your song do you want to listen to your favorite songs” and she gets the ipad and two seconds later I hear “I’ve got fire for a heart I’m not scared of the dark you’ve never seen it look so easy” and the girl immediately stops crying and gets the biggest smile on her face and starts jumping adorably while I am over in a corner just choking on my chips and dying quietly as half of Made in the AM plays.

You don’t know how hard it is to be engaged in talks about a conference and where people are heading for the summer when the four demons are singing “Infinityyyyyyyyyy” and armed with the knowledge that this band which brought so many of us together and gave us so many lovely memories and friends also calms down tiny 5-year-olds anyway I love one direction and I miss them.

2p Confessing your love with a music quote.

2p Italy: Grande Amore (Il Volo)

Dimmi perché quando penso, penso solo a te

Dimmi perché quando vedo, vedo solo a te 

(translate: Tell me why when I think, I just think of you

Tell me why when I see, I see only you)

2p Germany: Just In Love (Joe Jonas)

Girl I’m just in love with you

No other words to use

I’m just in love with you

2p Japan: Animals (Maroon 5)

So if I run, It’s not enough

You’re still in my head, forever stuck.

2p South Italy: Smile (Avril Lavigne)

That’s why I’m smile

It’s been a while

Since everyday and everything

Has felt this right

2p China: Came to Love You (Alexander Rybak)

You got my heart

Baby, I know this tima it’s true

So I came to love you

And that’s what I’m gonna do

2p Russia: You Are My Sunshine (Johnny Cash)

 You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy, when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

2p France: Only You (The Pretty Reckless)

Only you can bring me back to life

Only you can put me into right

2p America: Good Girls, Bad Guys (Falling In Reverse)

I’m just want to kiis your lips

The one between your hips

If I cash all my chips on you

Then baby I’d be rich

2p Canada: U Smile (Justin Bieber)

Your lips, my biggest weakness

Shoudn’t let you know

I’m always gonna do what they say

When you smile, I smile

2p England: Perfect Two (Auburn)

You’re the apple to my pie

You’re the straw to my berry

You’re the smoke to my high

You’re the one I wanna marry

2p Prussia: Still Into You (Paramore)

When our fingers interlock

Can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it

‘Cause after all this time

I’m still into you

2p Austria: Girlfriend (Avril Lavigne)

Hey! Hey! You! You!

I know that you like me

No, It’s not a secret

I want to be your boyfriend

obs: I’m sorry if the translate of 2pItaly’s song is wrong.

That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot



“Why do you keep so many tea sets?”

The old man chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest grandchild.  While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood, porcelain, and china.

“Well, you know your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”

“But do you even use them?” the girl asked.  “They’ve got chips and cracks in them.  They wouldn’t make good tea.”

“You are definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied.  “I suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to belong.”

The girl raised her eyebrows.  “You make it sound like they’re alive.”

“Well…” The old man’s voice took on a spooky tone.  “Sometimes they talk to me at night.”

The girl laughed. “No they don’t!”

“No, they don’t,” he agreed, laughing in return.  “But can’t an old man have his hobbies?  I like antiques!  I’m a collector, always have been!  You see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the mantel above the fireplace.  “It plays a lullaby if you open it. The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”

“Really?” The tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to the mantel and seized the box in her hands.  

“Careful!” The man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the box down with the utmost care.  She lifted open the box, revealing a tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose.  The rest of the inside was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of the lid.  She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.

At once, a little melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the rose to rotate slowly in place.  The girl sat, entranced by the box, while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.

“You won’t find a box like that anywhere else,” he finally said.  “That’s why it’s special.”

The girl waited until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to ask him a question.  But what she saw startled her into concern rather than curiosity.

“You’re crying, Grandfather!”  She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to wipe his tears away.  The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a song that should be cried over!

“Ah, well…” He smiled and let her wipe away his tears.  “You are very kind.  My mother used to sing that song for me.”  He didn’t need to say the rest.  

“Oh,” the girl whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” the old man reassured her, smiling.  “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”

“No,” the girl answered, grinning.  “You’re very cheerful.”

“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed.  “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.

“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie.  “Why I look after them like I do?  You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”

The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair.  “Okay.  Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.

“It’s because I used to be one myself.”

The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise.  She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious.  And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.


The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand.  “Magic.”

“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied.  “I was your age when this story took place.  It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”

“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.

“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper.  I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well.  Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”

“I bet they will.”  The girl slumped in her chair.  But soon she straightened up again.  “Was the queen really an inventor?”

“Best in the world,” he replied.  “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”

“Is the Enchantress still alive?”

“I have no idea. Probably.”

“Were the musicians really world-famous?”

“Of course they were.  Why would they lie?”

“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”

“No, they’ve been in the paper before.  I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”

“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people.  But then another thought stole her mind away.  “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”

“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”

“And Lumiere?”

“What do you want me to say about him?  The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…”  The man paused for a moment, lost in the past.  “Until he died.”

The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned.  She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years.  And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened.  Everyone else had already passed on.  

Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness.  Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him.  How proud they all were of him.

But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out.  Tick-tock, there’s not much time left.  And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again.  Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.

And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough.  Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast.  Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.

“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.

“What is it?” she asked.  “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today.  Not a single word of it.  Write it down somewhere, make it a book.  And tell your grandchildren.  And have them tell theirs.”

“All right,” the child said.  “Is it that important?”

“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued.  “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too.  You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”

“That’s right,” she said.  “Mother told me that.”

“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world.  And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear.  But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”

He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family.  He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago.  It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.  

“Okay.  I promise I’ll do it.  And my children will do it too.”  

Chip smiled and closed his eyes.  He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike.  Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world.  They didn’t deserve to be fleeting.  They deserved to live on.  Through story, through song, through legend.

That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.