glasses girl what is your name

The Friendly Wager (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,855

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

This was the sixth rewrite! LOL….The End! :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by maikennielsen96

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)


You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 14

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9] [Pt 10] [Pt 11] [Pt 12] [Pt 13]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,676

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: :D Look, I did a thing! Thank you all for waiting patiently~ I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work, I was rushing to proof read it lol. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many mistakes :p


Black fabric mask secured over the lower half of his face, Jungkook waits tensely in a coffee shop half a block from his family’s penthouse. Its 2 minutes before noon, and his leg bounces nervously under the table, his coffee already gone cold.

Managing to get a whole of 3 hours of sleep the night prior, still too bothered with the thought of you potentially being in trouble to be able to get some shut eye, Jungkook had slipped out of the house early that morning, requesting his regular chauffeur to take him to campus a tad sooner than usual. The driver had complied, toting him half way across the city to the usual spot where Jungkook was dropped off and picked up. Jungkook then left as usual, walking towards his building, but this time he had no plan on going to class. As soon as the Jeon heir was far enough from the car which had dropped him off, he ducked into a building and watched through the old, clouded windows for the car to leave. It took a few seconds, his driver likely confused as to why Jungkook was going into that building when he usually didn’t, but luckily a car wanting to get by honked in slight anger, and the chauffer immediately placed the car in drive and coasted away as if nothing had happened.

Sighing thankfully to the impatient college driver who had honked, Jungkook waits in the building for a few long minutes. He wants to be perfectly sure that his car won’t circle back around to look for him, and when 5 minutes pass and there’s no sign of his chauffeur, Jungkook determines that he’s safe.

Nodding to himself, determination for what he now has to do settling in his gut, Jungkook shrugs his book bag off his shoulder, unzipping the main pouch. Today his normal folders and notebooks are nowhere to be found, replaced by a spare coat, hat, and a mask. Jungkook knows that his father has men stationed all over the city—maybe not on the lookout for him, since as far as they know nothing out of the ordinary is going on—but Jungkook won’t risk anything. It seems to him that his father is currently scheming with Taehyung against Namjoon, judging by the small amount of their conversation he had overheard last night, but Jungkook needs Namjoon by his side. He needs Namjoon’s friendship because right now Namjoon holds all the information Jungkook wants to know about you. And…more so…Namjoon truly isn’t too bad of a guy, in Jungkook’s eyes—better than his father, at least—and Jungkook doesn’t feel well knowing that his family is possibly working to…hurt Namjoon in some way.

So, changing his jacket, hiding his face behind a plain back mask, and tucking his hair beneath a dark blue hat, Jungkook had left the building he’d taken refuge in, walking back into the city. He didn’t want to risk a taxi or a bus, so he had braved the chilling winds and had walked the crowded streets of Seoul. After nearly 40 minutes he finally arrived at the café Namjoon had requested he wait at—the brief text containing the location arriving at just shy of 5am that morning.

And now here he is, Jeon Jungkook, eyes boring into the watch on his wrist, the second hand ticking past the 12 mark, officially meaning that it was noon. His leg continued to bounce with nervous energy, hand reaching into his pocket to check his cellphone, and as soon as the device is in his hand, it buzzes, a new text message lighting up the screen.

Unknown:

I’m stopped behind a bus at the light outside the coffee shop. Come now.

Reading the words with unsteady concentration, Jungkook quickly stands, bumping into the table as he reaches for his backpack and heads outside. Not bothering to correctly zip up his coat, the cold air immediately soaking into his skin, Jungkook glances both ways down the congested street, breaking into a jog when he spots the bus a little ways up the sidewalk, a black car with tinted windows momentarily stalled behind it.

As he approaches the car, his feet suddenly falter as he realizes that he’s currently putting himself in danger. He has no clue what’s going on right now—who he can trust and who might be hiding in the city ready to hurt him. As a Jeon he had been targeted before. Once or twice, but nothing serious. A kidnapping attempt here or there by people desperate to use him as ransom in return for monetary repayment from his father, but all attempts had been thwarted by family men—faint screams ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but he hadn’t put all the pieces together until he’d gotten a bit older.

Yet, despite the danger, Jungkook regains his stride, especially when the light in front of the bus turns green, the tinted car honking urgently. He can’t stall for much longer, and Jungkook rushes forward, pulling open the passenger door, grateful to see Namjoon occupying the driver seat.

“Christ kid, hurry it up,” Namjoon sighs as he steps on the gas, following behind the bus. Jungkook rolls his eyes, dropping his bag on the floor between his feet.

“You could have actually stopped somewhere to wait.”

“I could have, but everything feels risky nowadays,” Namjoon mumbles, eyes casting to the side. Jungkook can immediately tell how tired the older male is, dark bags hanging under his eyes, unkempt facial hair prickling his chin and upper lip.

“Hyung…,” Jungkook says, voice sympathetic yet serious. His eyes harden, heart steeling as he shifts to face Namjoon. “What’s going on? Please, you need to tell me…”

“The other day–,” Namjoon starts after a moment of hesitation, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “Y/N came over. I was trying to make things right after everything that had been happening. It went well, really well…,” he says with fondness, his defenses momentarily dropping, but as he continues recounting what had occurred Jungkook sees his body curl in on itself, anger staining his face.

“I got a call that morning from a client. Left Y/N to sleep because I figured I’d be right back…I asked Yoongi to check on her. He…,” Namjoon takes a moment to calm himself, throat tight, adam’s apple bobbing. “He got there and saw Y/N in Jimin’s car. Jimin somehow got into my apartment and took her. Yoongi gave chase, but…”

Stopped at another red light, Namjoon slams his fist on the dashboard, and Jungkook winces, heart sinking into his stomach.

“She’s gone?” the younger whispers, hands laying stiffly in his lap. Namjoon bites his lip, trying his best not to give into all the dark thoughts lurking in his mind.

“She is—but I’ve got people looking for her. We’re going to get her back, Kookie–,” reaching over, Namjoon places his hand on Jungkook’s knee and the younger startles, immediately batting Namjoon’s hand away, his eyes filled with rage. However, when Jungkook sees the hurt and pain on Namjoon’s face, that spark of anger dies, and he hunches over, pressing his palms to his face.

“I know this isn’t your fault, hyung…I’m sorry. I just—”

“You can blame me if it makes it easier,” Namjoon responds, dead eyes tracking the road. Jungkook shakes his head, taking a deep breath as he pushes any potential tears back into their sockets.

“I won’t blame you. I can tell that you’ve changed, Namjoon hyung. You care for Y/N, and I can tell this isn’t easy for you, so I’m sorry I reacted like that, I just…she’s my friend, you know?” Jungkook says quietly, loosely hugging his arms to his chest. “I don’t have many, and none else like her, considering father’s—”

“Right, your father,” Namjoon interrupts, suddenly remembering the reason he’d had to call Jungkook out in public to meet like this. Jungkook’s eyes widen as well, and the two males stare at each other, surprised.

“Right, right—my dad!” Jungkook recalls, eyes searching his lap as he tries to remember everything he had overheard the night before. “I—last night a guy named V showed up at our door. He told me to call him—”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, swerving into a small parking lot and shifting the car into P. He can’t trust himself to continue driving calmly when he’s got all this shit on his mind—and Taehyung is not helping. Especially after he’d touched you…and now he’s apparently making ties with Jungkook’s father, which isn’t good…

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing. Last night he hadn’t been able to recall where he’d heard the name before, but pairing it with Namjoon’s reaction…

“Is that they guy who hurt Y/N? At the club?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, fingers coasting through his messy hair. Jungkook scowls.

“Right…now that I think about it, it makes sense. The guy was such a goddamn flirt—even with me—

“Taehyung is very…open,” Namjoon says cautiously, and then shakes his head, getting back to the situation at hand. “What did he say to your dad?”

“I went looking around last night because one of our maids broke a glass, and on my way back to my room I overheard my father and Taehyung talking. They…said something about…,” he furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall the faint words he’d managed to pick up on. “They mentioned a girl, your name, bait, and a ball next week. They–! They said something about another man, and how my father was glad he had trusted Taehyung’s friend, Jimin…”

“Oh, fuck,” Namjoon groans, palms dragging down his face. “Fuck–! I forgot that Taehyung and Jimin are friends, those little assholes—”

“…the person who took Y/N from your apartment—you…said his name was Jimin, right?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon grits, palms pressing into his straining eyes. “Yeah, it was Jimin. And if Taehyung got Jimin to do his dirty work and kidnap Y/N, and Taehyung is suddenly your dad’s best friend, then…”

The car falls silent, and Jungkook and Namjoon’s eyes meet.

If Taehyung and Jungkook’s father are working together against Namjoon, then—

Jungkook sees the flash of distrust that momentarily passes through Namjoon’s eyes, and while Namjoon and Jungkook have never truly been friends, the younger’s heart aches.

“Hyung—Namjoon hyung I promise I’m not against you, please,” Jungkook says, leaning over to rest his hand on Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel Namjoon’s muscles stiffen beneath him, but his face gives away nothing.

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anonymous asked:

from the "drabble prompt list thingy" could you do Apodyopis with eggsy? thanks karley!!! :)

 eggsy unwin + apodyopis – the act of mentally undressing someone.

a/n; pre-kingsman fuckboi eggsy? pre-kingsman fuckboi eggsy

tags; @alexsunmners @rax-writes @mvximoff @paperclipmac @dicckgrayson

Originally posted by official-hartwin


The first day’s always the worst, you try and tell yourself as you walk into the Black Prince, pulling your pencil skirt down. It’ll get better, just gotta give it a few days.

Walking inside the pub, you’re almost immediately met with the overwhelming scent of liquor. Being it’s a Monday night, there are not many people in the pub, which is a plus for you. Your first day at your new job kinda made you want to curl up in a ball for a couple days.

You can feel the gaze of a couple of the men in the booths and elect to ignore them because all you really want right now is a cold beer and some time to clear your head. Besides, they’re all on the older side and you don’t roll that way. (Unless it’s a celebrity; then that’s a different story!)

You slide onto a bar stool and the bartender greets you warmly, informing you it’s not every day a woman frequents his pub, in which you laugh and tell him that it’s the only one near your new flat. He in return slides you a glass full of beer, in which he insists is on the house. (For first-timers, he said.)

Eggsy, on the other hand, has had a shitty day as well, but of course, for a completely different reason, which of course involves his god-awful stepfather. So he called his mates out for a drink, and that’s how he found himself there tonight.

Of course, he had noticed you right away when he walked in because when has a chick as hot as you been inside this dirty, old pub? And it became even more apparent when his mate kicked him on the shin from under the table.

“The fuck was that for?” Eggsy says in pain, as his friend laughs. “You’re a fuckin’ prick!”

“'cause I’m pretty sure you haven’t been listening to to me this entire time,” Ryan laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve been checkin’ out that fine chick over at the bar.” 

Eggsy rolls his eyes, lips tugging into a smirk as he brings his glass to his lips and says,

“More like imaginin’ what her clothes would look like on my floor.”

“Oh, what, you plannin’ on banging her right next to your mom n’ Dean?” Jamal teases, causing Eggsy to chuckle.

“Tell you what,” Ryan says mischievously. “Twenty quid says you can’t even get her number.” He pulls out the cash as he says that, placing in the middle of the table.

Eggsy laughs and stands and pockets the money, and says,

“Watch and learn, boys.”

They chuckle as Eggsy shoves his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to you, sliding into the vacant stool next to you. You spare him a look out of the corner of your eye and look forward as he starts ordering a drink for himself.

Eggsy turns to look at you for a second, before smiling and saying to the bartender,

“And fill the lady’s drink while you’re at it, mate!” 

At that, you turn to look at him directly now, as he uses the money from his friend to pay for your refill. You smile as he looks at you finally, and all you can think of is how goddamn attractive he is.

“I’m a big girl, you know,” You say with a laugh, pushing your half empty glass towards the bartender. “I can pay for a refill.”

“But I don’t see you denying it love,” Eggsy laughs, causing you to turn a little pink. “My name is Eggsy, and you are?”

You chuckle as you give him your name, and he offers his hand for you to shake. As the bartender gives you both your drinks, he says,

“So what brings a girl like you here on a Monday night?”

“First day at my new job. I think it’s safe to say I already hate it.” You answer, rubbing mindlessly at the lipstick on the rim of your glass. “And what brings a guy like you here on a Monday night?”

“Sounds like shit already, if you don’t mind me sayin’,” He laughs. “As for me? You know, just the standard, daddy issues n’ shit like that.”

You both can’t help but chuckle at that. During the next half and hour that you guys chat, you don’t deny the various refills he pays for and you certainly don’t mind the way he not-so-subtly gets touchy-feely with you. You’re well aware of his friends that he came in with, and you’re almost certain they’re getting fed-up with Eggsy not returning to their table.

“Well Eggsy, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got work in the morning,” You announce, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “And I’m sure your mates are desperately missing you.” You add, acknowledging his friends.

“Those blokes? Nah, they aren’t,” Eggsy replies, standing with you. He then moves closer to you, not to where he’s invading your personal space, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat slightly. Eggsy removes his hand from his pocket and then traces his hand over the bare skin of your arm. “But you? Oh, I’ll be missin’ you, love.”

You swallow hard at the feel of his fingertips grazing your arm, and how he’s looking at you like he could just eat you up. It’s safe to say that you’ve both indicated the mutual attraction towards each other subtly and that neither one of you is opposed to making the night last a little longer. So that’s why you give him an almost sultry smile and say,

“How about you come ‘round to my place?”

At that, Eggsy smirks and loops his arm with yours, and says, 

“You just read my mind, love.”

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So my short one-shot for @elsewhereuniversity has become a 7,000 words and counting story. Since I’m still working on it I figured I’d give ya guys a sneak peak at it!

~

Your new roommate greets you with a smile, clothes like a bunch of sharpies threw up on them, and an extended hand.

“Hi, I’m Reagan!”

You take the hand, note the faint scars crisscrossing like a maze across the skin.

“Um, hi.”

They are so short they have to tip toe to look over your shoulder. “Do you need any help with your stuff?” You shake your head and Reagan nods, still smiling, before leaving the door open and going back to their side. “Kay, just let me know if you do.”

They are wearing the shoes that light up when you walk and you had no idea those came in adult sizes. Or maybe their feet are small? You pick up your first bag and enter the dorm, prepared for your first year at university.

You are not prepared, however, for the cat that sits on your roommate’s bed.

“Uh… we’re allowed pets here?”

Reagan looks up from their laptop, looking confused. “Pets?”

You put your bag down on your side of the room and point to the black long haired cat curled up on their tie dye sheets. Reagan follows your finger and blinks at the cat.

“That’s not a pet. That’s Skooma.”

Pause. “Like in Skyrim?”

Reagan gives you another grin. “Naw, I played Morrowind.” Nervous laughter. “I’m old.”

“I’m still pretty sure we’re not allowed cats.”

Their face goes blank and they stare.  If it weren’t for the blinking you would think they’d died or something.

“It’s… Skooma.”

Clearly, you aren’t getting anywhere about this. You’d just wait for an RA to find out or a teacher or something. It would be sad but you didn’t want to get into trouble. You put your first bag down and go to grab your other two. The meeting is at noon so you have some time to unpack and get things situated. You glance over at your roommate’s side, wondering how they’ve set their stuff up. Reagan is sitting against the wall, laptop on their lap and typing with a speed that sort of intimidates you. They haven’t even removed their shoes. Actually… now that you’re looking at their side it’s kinda… bare. Their sheets are bright tie dye that hurts to look at, there’s a rolling Hello Kitty suitcase beside the bed, and their desk is empty except for a brown, round bed, supposedly for the cat still curled up on the sheets. Other than those things the entire side of their room has no trinkets, posters, not even a litter box.

You wonder if it would be rude to put up your own posters. You eye your small framed photo’s and the Furby you’d brought. No, no, you couldn’t let something like this intimidate you. It was stupid. Who cared what your roommate did. You pull out your posters and sticky tack and try to artfully arrange them on the walls. The photos and Furby are put on your desk along with your brand new Graduation laptop.

“You might want to take the batteries out.”

You jump, in the middle of pulling out clothes and hanging them in the shared closet. “Uh… what?”

Reagan has a pair of thick, expensive looking headphones around their neck, squooshing their face. “That Furby. You should take out the batteries. Might end up hearing things you don’t want to.”

You can only stare at such a weird request.

Reagan smiles. “Just a suggestion.” They put the headphones back on and continue working on their laptop. Somehow, the cat has migrated to their lap and the computer is almost falling off their knees but they don’t seem bothered.

You wait but when they don’t do anything else you put away the last of your clothes. Reagan’s side of the closet isn’t as bare as their side of the room, at least. Just… very bright. You think some of the sneakers are heely’s for goodness sake. Who even wears those anymore? You check the time. It’s almost noon and you just know you’ll get lost on your way to the freshman meeting. You put on a new t-shirt and grab a small jacket just in case. You’re out the door before pausing. Wait… You poke your head back in.

“Uh…” Can they even hear you with those headphones on? Yet Reagan pulls them off and looks up expectantly. “Um, are you coming?”

The smiling is starting to creep you out. “To what? The freshman meeting? God no, I’m definitely not a freshman!”

What.

“What.”

“Pffft, the look… no, no, my old roommate, uh, left and I guess they had to stick someone in here.” They reach down and scratch the cat’s ears. “If you don’t like bein’ my roommate just give it a bit and I’m sure some rooms will open up.”

“Um… kay. Well, I guess I’ll see you later?”

Reagan waves with their unoccupied hand then yelps as their laptop takes a tip. You leave to muttered cursing and something that sounds like hissing air.

You only get lost once on your way to the meeting and so you’re quite early. A cheerful older student comes up and gives you a nametag. She tells you to write your name on it, but not your true name. Whatever that means. You’re staring at the nametag in confusion (do you put your full name? What the heck is a true name?) When another student comes up to you. He’s got a bit of a beard and his curly hair barely fits under his University cap.

“Havin’ some issues?”

“Uh, yeah. I was told to put my name on it but… not my true name?”

He wrinkles his nose and sighs. “Best to go with a nickname. Make ‘em happy, eh?”

It’s still weird but you put a nickname anyways and peel off the back to stick it to your t-shirt.

“Well, anyways, my name’s Harris.” You shake his hand, calloused and rough.

‘Uh, well, you already know mine.” You point to your tag.

“Now I do. What’s your room number? I’m pretty sure I can find your RA for you, I know ‘em all.”

You have to pull the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket and peer at your writing. “Um… I’m in room fourty-four floor four.”

When you look back up from putting the paper away you freeze. Because he’s… he’s staring at you with something like fear or pity.

“So, uh, fourty-four floor four, huh. Um… you met your roommate yet?”

“Yes…..?”

He nods shakily. “Good. That’s… good.”

“Is… is something wrong? They’re not some sort of murderer or something are they?”

“What? No, no.” He wipes his hands on his jeans. “Just… be careful, kay?”

O….kay?

“Is this about the ca-”

His hands clap around your mouth and holy shit you thought people only did that in movies.

“Nope. Nothing to do with them. Or it. Or anything.” You duck away from his gross, sweaty hands and give him a dubious stare. “Well, uh, the RA for floor four is that girl in the blue jacket.” He takes off, giving you looks over his shoulder.

Your RA gives you an absent nod and a smile before returning to her phone and you sit in a provided chair. You thumb on your own phone, blessed anti-social device. Noon passes and when the stragglers thin, the RA claps to get attention and smiles at everyone. You half listen to the speech. Some of it seems odd (carrying iron? Salt? The bowls by the doors had to be filled with milk?) but most was the usual stuff you had already read in the papers they hand out. Yes, you read them.

But, then…

“Oh, and who is staying in room fourty-four?”

You blink. What. Cautiously, you raise your hand and shrink when everyone looks at you.

The RA, you already forgot her name, smiles at you. “Excellent, I have to speak to you after the tour, okay?”

You nod, what else could you do? As the RA continues on, a girl beside you, glasses taking up half her face and hair pulled into a ponytail pokes you in the shoulder.

“What’s so special about room fourty-four?” She whispers through a lisp.

You shrug.

The boy on the other side of her leans over, almost falling into the girls’ lap and she pushes at his shoulder. “Do you have a single room?”

You shake your head. “No, I have a roommate.”

Both of them stare at you. The girl pulls at her skirt. “Who is it?”

“Um, they’re not a freshman. So… they’re not here.”

The boy smacks his hand on the back of the girls chair. “What? No way!”

The RA clears her throat, staring at them pointedly. The two shrink back, still giving you looks. You hope you can avoid them when the tour starts. As usual, it is not to be, and the two corner you as the group is herded together.

“So,” The girl starts. Her nametag says Bea in looping, over exaggerated cursive. “You have a roommate in a freshman dorm building who’s not a freshman?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I said.”

They stare at you. You stare back.

The boy, his nametag says Gary in blocky, thick pen, throws up his hands. “Well?! You can’t just say that and then not explain anything!”

You open your mouth, to say <i>i can’t tell if they’re female or male and everytime i think of asking i can’t they have a cat that doesn’t look like a cat and they smile too much</i> but the words catch in your throat and you don’t say anything.

Bea scowls at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “Whatever. C’mon, Gary, we’ll probably see this mystery roommate eventually.” she stalks off in her high heels, skirt swishing about her knees. Gary gives you a glare before following.

You wonder if you’ve lost some potential friends.

“Well, they were rude.”

You yelp and whirl around, your own hair smacking into your face.

Reagan smiles at you, wearing an eye searing orange hoodie and bright pink sweatpants. They are pulling their Hello Kitty suitcase behind them and you have no idea how you didn’t hear them approach.

“I was just heading out and saw you about to start your tour so I decided to say hi.” They tsk and shake their head. “But instead I hear some truly rude people. Those two won’t make any friends like that. Are you okay, though?”

You work your jaw and give them a watery smile. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” For some reason the question makes the two’s snubbing hurt even worse.

Reagan looks into the distance, seeming lost in thought. It goes on long enough you shuffle uncertainly. Just as you’re about to speak they meet your eyes and give you a grin. “Don’t worry about people like them. Oh! Here, you should wear this.” They reach into their hoodie pocket and pull out a bead bracelet. It’s made of those cheap plastic beads you get in kid jewellry making kits. All you can tell is that the colours are bright and many, pinning down the pattern or naming any makes your head hurt.

You accept it.

For some reason you slip it onto your wrist. It’s made of that stretchy string you get in the kits and easily fits. Against your wrist you can see some of the beads are the white letter ones and you flip them over.

Your name.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your tour. See ya!” Reagan turns, the suitcase making no noise as it runs over the gravel. Their hood is bulging outwards and you can see a black, fluffy tail draped over the edge. Two bright yellow eyes stare at you.

You are not sure when you return to the group. The tour guide’s don’t mention it, in fact they avoid looking at you altogether. You listen to the speeches about the cafeteria and how to use meal points. You follow as they show everyone the library, the on site gym, hand out maps for campus. You rub the bracelet, feeling the square beads in between the round ones.

You… are pretty sure you never told anyone your full name.

Nothing you own has your full name on it.

Only your student number was on your assigned room sheet.

After the tour everyone is herded into the cafeteria for lunch (provided by the school specifically for the freshman). You find your floors RA and tap her on the shoulder. She turns, giving you a customer service generic smile.

“Uh, you wanted to see me after the tour?”

The other older students she was talking to peer at you curiously. Harris is the only one actively avoiding looking at you.

“Oh! Excellent, just give me a sec, you guys.” You follow when she walks into an unoccupied corner. “Okay, your roommate was there when you went to your room, right?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Thought so. So the… uh, previous roommate left some stuff and I figured you could use it.”

“What? Like… clothes? Shouldn’t that stuff be given to, um, someone else?”

She laughs and reaches into her pocket. “Not that kind of stuff.” She pulls out a bag of dried salmon cat treats, a small toy mouse, and a pair of glasses with one of the lenses cracked.You take it because she won’t stop holding the stuff out to you expectantly.

You stare at it. “Um, doesn’t this cat stuff belong to my roommate?”

She shakes her head. “You’ll need it. But don’t wear those,” she points to the glasses. “All the time. They’re brushed with iron. Don’t want to see stuff you shouldn’t!” She laughs, too bright, too loud. “Well, good luck!” And she leaves you standing there with an armful of weird cat things and a pair of useless glasses. You don’t even wear glasses. Actually… you touch the lenses. They’re plastic.

Weird.

Run Boy Run- Steve x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t take complete credit for how terrible this is though. @oneshot-shit answered my ask for angst and they inspired me to write this. So, It’s not just me. I wasn’t able link to the post bc it was an ask :/ but I sent in a song headcanon ask for Run Boy Run by Woodkid.

Notes/Warnings: Death, Angst, Fluff, mentions of blood. (Reader dies so please do not read this if it makes you uncomfortable!!)

Originally posted by freakzter

“Come on, Pal.” Bucky lifted Steve’s head and gave him a frown. “You’re bleeding on my new shirt.”

 Steve inhaled slowly and tried his best to hold his head up on his own. He gripped Bucky’s shirt near the shoulder and grunted as his friend helped him up off the ground. Bucky slapped him on the chest a couple of times and grinned to the people passing by.

 “He’s fine.” He smiled to a woman walking her poodle. “Have a lovely day, Ma'am.”

 “Thanks for pitching in, Buck.” Steve mumbled as he prodded at his busted lip.

 “Nah, I didn’t do much.” Bucky lied. “They deserved it.”

 “All your boxing lessons are payin’ off huh?”

 Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, that’s it, the boxing. Come on, let’s get you home.”

 Steve stopped and forced Bucky to back step from his arm being around Steve’s small frame. “I can’t go home, not like this. Mom’ll kill me.”

 Bucky sighed and surveyed his surroundings. “(Y/N)’s house it is then. Good thing you picked a fight a few blocks away.” Bucky smirked.

 “I didn’t pick a fight.”

 “Oh, that’s right, the fights always pick you.” Bucky laughed and helped his friend across the street.

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Mr. Brightside (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 2183

Summary: Even though the reader and Pietro aren’t dating, Pietro still gets very jealous.

Warnings: alcohol, parties, cOMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND I’VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE

A/N: ya’ll. YA’LL. I don’t usually say ya’ll but here i am and i’m excited. This week is craaazy but i wanted to get this out to you asap. I hope you all enjoy! also i’m annoying and titled this as my fave 2000s emo jam


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College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team. Or established Olicity watching baseball and Felicity is feeling frisky and distracting Oliver from the game.

(Went with the first idea–thanks!)

Only an ungrateful douchebag would throw his equipment around.  But after that meeting with his coach, Oliver Queen was ready to start throwing bats.

Why did it matter if he was flunking his computer science class?  He didn’t even know why he had registered for it in the first place.  He was a ballplayer and wouldn’t ever need computers to do his job.  Because when he got to the majors, there would be interns to do all the computery stuff for him.  

But if he didn’t pass his class with at least a C, he would be benched.  And with the draft coming up soon, he needed all the playing time he could get.  

So … he would meet this tutor that the coach had set up for him, and he’d find some way to get the damn C, and then he was gonna get drafted and go pro and be done with college.  A year was more than enough.

His hair still wet from his post-practice shower, wearing jeans and one of his jerseys, Oliver walked into the library with his backpack.  His tutor was going to meet him here–some nerd named Felicity.  Man, it was like she was destined to be a nerd with a name like that.  

“Oliver Queen?”

The voice was soft and feminine, making Oliver’s mouth quirk up.  Maybe he had gotten lucky?

“That’s what the name on my jersey says,” he began, turning to face his tutor.  Only he had to immediately look lower by about six inches, since Felicity barely came up to his shoulder.  And his hopes were quickly dashed when he took her in.  A sweater vest?  Glasses?  Couldn’t Coach have gotten him a girl who was actually pretty?  Although maybe he was worried about Oliver being distracted–or seducing his tutor.  

Well, no danger of that here.  On either score.  

She held her hand out to him.  “Felicity Smoak, your comp sci tutor.  Do you have a computer with you?”

“No …” he said slowly.

“How did you expect to work on assignments for a computer science class without a computer?” Felicity asked, a disapproving note in her voice.  

He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.  “Great.  I guess we’re going to the computer lab.  Follow me–I’m sure with all the work you’ve done taking care of your bat, you’ve never even been inside the library.”

Was she … ?  Oliver shook his head and stared after the sarcastic little blonde.  He hadn’t expected her to come out with an innuendo like that–especially not one that doubled as an insult.  With his long legs, he easily caught up with her.  

“So what’s your deal?”

She eyed him without really looking at him.  “My deal?  I have to tutor guys like you in order to afford eating and having a roof over my head.  When it’s someone who’s really struggling, I actually enjoy tutoring.  Getting to help someone improve, seeing them get more confident about the material.  But someone who just doesn’t care?  Excuse me for not thinking that’s cool.”

“It’s not like that …” he said, not even sure why he was protesting.  

“So what is it like?”

Oliver looked down at the tiny annoying thing, how her hands were on her hips and her chin was jutting out.  This Felicity wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before.

“I want to go pro.  So I need to play.  And to play, I need to pass this comp sci class.  So … give me a hand and help me pass the damn class, and then I’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to deal with me again,” Oliver said.

Her lips pouted a little, her face thoughtful.  Oliver had a fleeting through that her lips looked very kissable, but he shook it off as he waited for her answer.  

“Okay, I guess,” she said grudgingly.  “But next time, you need to bring a computer, okay?  I mean, would you show up to a game without your glove?  It’s the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” he admitted.  “Okay, I’ll bring it.  But for now, can we get started?  I’m really behind.”  

Something about him saying he needed her help made her face soften.  “Yeah, all right.  Let’s get to the lab so I can see how to help.”

Nodding, Oliver followed her the rest of the way, adjusting his backpack.

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When he left the lecture hall on the day of the final, Oliver looked around the quad, searching for the only person he wanted to see right now.  

A slow smile grew when he spotted Felicity, tapping away at a tablet and squinting.  With how smart she was, she had finished their comp sci final well before him, but he had known she would wait for him.  The sunshine fell over her, bringing out her hair and making her the brightest thing he had ever seen.  

Over the course of the semester, Oliver had gotten to see beyond her tart tongue and feisty attitude, to the brilliant, tender, caring girl underneath.  The girl who had gotten hurt and had developed a mask to protect herself.  

The girl who had totally changed his own attitude and approach.  The girl who had opened his eyes to so many things.  The girl he had fallen for.  

“Felicity!” he called out, hurrying towards her.

She looked up and a huge smile appeared on her face.  “Oliver!” she said, waving to him.  “How did it go?” she asked as he approached.  

Instead of answering her, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in an all-encompassing, swing-in-a-circle hug, just like in a movie.

“Pass or fail, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly into her ear.  “Because meeting you is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Oliver,” she said, pushing at him.  He stopped moving and loosened his grip enough for her to be able to look at him.  “I know you passed, with how hard you worked.  And now, you’ll be able to play and make a good impression on the scouts and get drafted number one.”  

Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not going to be the number one pick.”  

Slowly, she licked her lips.  “You are to me.”

“Felicity,” he breathed out, just before he kissed her.  

It turned out that Felicity was right on both counts.  He did pass and he did get drafted number one.  He missed what would have been his third major league game in order to see Felicity graduate.  And then, six years later, he missed his nine hundredth game in order to graduate himself.

And cheering as loud as she did whenever she watched him play was Felicity.  His wife.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 14

Originally posted by ariesw1493

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeep! It’s getting closer and closer! This one was really fun to write, I hope you guys like this one 😉

Also, kinda (very) out of topic, but mom readers out there, any tips in dealing with toddlers who just won’t fucking eat? I’m running out of ideas and I’m so damn close to a mental breakdown.  

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Jughead x reader in which Jughead gets a bittersweet surprise.

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“Guys!”

Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, and Archie Andrews all turned around as they heard Kevin Keller call out to them. They were standing around Archie’s locker, chatting, until they were oh so rudely interrupted by the sheriff’s son.

“Guess what,” Kevin said, out of breath as he approached his friends, “Oh we don’t have time for guessing. There’s a new student in town.”

“A new student?” Veronica asked. Kevin nodded. “Great. I’m not gonna be the ‘new girl’ anymore.”

“Are you sure there’s a new student Kev?” Betty asked. “I haven’t been assigned to show anyone around yet.”

“Well of course I’m sure Betty. The reason you haven’t been alerted is because the new student refused the tour,” Kevin replied.

“So when are they arriving?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled. “Tomorrow.”

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Ok (Y/N), you can totally do this’ the young (H/C) haired girl nervously thought to herself as she sat in her mother’s car, just outside of Riverdale High.

“Are you nervous?” her mother asked softly.

“Just a smidge,” the girl replied.

“Honey,” her mother began. “Be confident. You’ll be perfectly fine. Not much has changed here.”

“Yeah, except for Blossom getting murdered,” (Y/N) muttered under her breath.

Her mother shot her a hard look. “You’ll be fine (Y/N). On the bright side, they probably won’t even recognize you.”

“You’re right mom,” (Y/N) replied. Taking a deep breath, she quickly kissed her mother’s cheek and exited the car, stepping into the high school just as the tardy bell rang.

“Shit,” the young girl cursed.

“Hi!” a voice exclaimed, causing (Y/N) to spin around in shock. There, standing in front of her, was Betty Cooper. (Y/N) froze.

“I’m Betty Cooper, and although I know that you refused the tour, I though you might like some help.”

“Uh…sure,” (Y/N) replied hesitantly. ’Good. She hasn’t recognized me.’

~~~

It was now lunch time and so far, Betty had not recognized the girl she had been spending her day with. When she had asked (Y/N) for her name, she had simply given her a nickname.

“Well (Y/N/N),” Betty had replied, “You can sit with me at lunch, if you’d like.”

(Y/N) had agreed. Now, as they approached the lunch table filled with all of Betty’s friends, (Y/N) regretted her decision.

“Guys, this is (Y/N/N),” Betty introduced you as you sat down. “(Y/N/N), this is Archie, Veronica, and Kevin.”

(Y/N) glanced around the table nervously, recognizing all of them except for Veronica. “Nice to meet you guys,” she mumbled.

“She’s going to be sitting with us today if that’s alright with you guys,” Betty continued,

“She’s always welcome here with us,” Veronica smiled at the girl.

“Where’s Jughead?” Betty asked. (Y/N) nearly choked on her water.

“He’s walking over here Betty,” Archie replied, pointing behind the girl. (Y/N) tensed up as she felt someone take a seat next to her. Jughead.

“Who’s the new girl?’ Jughead asked, taking some of Archie’s food. (Y/N) flinched slightly as his arm rubbed against hers. Hesitantly, she decided to look up at the beanie-clad boy.

“Jughead,” Betty started. “I’d like you to meet-”

She was cut off as Jughead’s eyes met (Y/N)’s.

“(Y/N)?” Jughead asked in disbelief. All eyes turned to her.

“Hi,” the girl replied weakly, slowly lifting up her hand and waving.

Jughead scoffed and stood up, “Yeah, we’ve already met Betty. In fact, we’ve all met her already.”

“Uh, I haven’t,” Veronica chimed in.

Giving her a harsh glare, the boy stormed off.

~~~

“Wait, (Y/N)?” Archie asked. “As in (L/N)?”

The (H/C) girl nodded weakly.

Betty, shocked at Jughead’s reaction, turned to (Y/N). “You came back.”

“Surprise,” (Y/N) whispered, once again tensing up as Betty gathered her in a hug.

“Ok wait, hold up,” Veronica said. “I’m so lost here. What’s going on?”

“(Y/N) here was a member of the Riverdale community when she was younger,” Kevin said. “Her dad was the previous mayor of Riverdale and was pretty popular so eventually he decided to campaign in a bigger city.”

“We moved to Salem,” (Y/N) continued. “He won the elections there too and eventually moved up to become senator of Massachusetts. Everybody loved him.”

“Why’d you come back?” Betty asked.

“Brain tumor,” (Y/N) replied. “My dad had one last year. We kept it out of the media. We were told it wasn’t malignant and that it could easily be treated. It wasn’t. It turned out to be malignant and suddenly, the cancer was too far along to be treated. He died earlier this year. My mom packed everything up and we came back here. We came home.”

The rest of lunch was spent in silence, with Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Kevin trying to figure out what had caused Jughead to storm off.

~~~

(Y/N) didn’t want to go home. School had ended and there wasn’t much to do at home so she decided to go to Pop’s. It had been a few weeks since her return and her friendships with Betty and Archie had strengthened. Veronica and Kevin had also accepted her with open arms. Jughead however, was a different story. 

Stepping into the diner, she made her way towards one of the booths near the back and took a seat, pulling out her journal and a pen (A/N: I have special journaling pens ngl).

“Well well, if it isn’t the little (L/N).”

(Y/N) looked up to meet the eyes of Pop himself. Smiling, she got up from her seat and ran to hug the diner’s owner.

“I heard that you and your mom were back in town,” he said. “Didn’t believe it.”

“Well believe it Pop,” (Y/N) responded, smiling widely. “We’ve come to stay.”

“Let me get you your usual. On the house.”

(Y/N) knew better than to refuse free food from Pop, choosing to thank him and take her seat again. She had just gotten back to writing when she heard someone speak to her.

“Why are you here?”

She looked up. It was Jughead.

“I’m trying to enjoy my food,” she replied.

“What food?”

(Y/N) simply smiled as Pop chose that exact moment to set her plate in front of her. “This food!”

“Well enjoy it somewhere else. This is my booth,” Jughead grumbled.

“Well I was here first. So either join me or find another seat.”

Groaning, Jughead sat down.

~~~

It had been thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes of quiet, writing, and eating. And throughout those thirty minutes, Jughead Jones had not stopped staring at (Y/N) (L/N).

Irritated, the young girl looked up. “What on earth do you want Forsythe?”

Jughead scowled as he heard his actual name being spoken. Choosing to ignore it, he leaned forwards in his seat. “Why’d you come back?”

Closing her journal, (Y/N) picked up her milkshake, taking a sip, her eyes never leaving Jughead.

“We missed home,” she replied, placing her glass back on the table.

“Bull,” Jughead immediately replied. “Why did you guys really come back?”

“I told you Jug. We needed to come back home.”

“Oh really? Then what’s all this news about the senator of Massachusetts being replaced? Why didn’t your dad come back with you?”

(Y/N) breathed in sharply at his words. He didn’t know. “It’s news Jughead. Yes, my dad was replaced. We had to come back to Riverdale.”

Jughead chuckled humorlessly, “ Let me guess, your dad got into some trouble again huh? Did he bribe his way into becoming senator? Oh wait, I know. He probably cheated on your mom again huh? And she finally had enough and decided to come back to Riverdale.”

Jughead was angry. That much was evident. He was the only person who knew the real reason why the (L/N) family had to leave Riverdale. (Y/N)’s dad had indeed cheated on her mom and Alice Cooper had found out. She had blackmailed him and when (Y/N)′s mom found out, it all went to hell. The fighting was terrible and they had decided to leave in order to ‘work things out’.

Holding back tears, (Y/N) got up, gathering all her things.

“You know, you could’ve at least told me you were leaving,” Jughead continued. “But instead, you chose to tell me everything when you were already in Salem. You’re a real coward (Y/N). Just like your father.”

“Shut up Jughead! Shut up, shut up, shut up. You don’t know anything,” the girl cried, running out the door, bumping into Archie and Betty as she did.

Jughead stayed in his booth, arms crossed, as Betty and Archie approached him.

“Jug,” Betty began, “Why did (Y/N) just run out of here crying?”

“We had a bit of a fight,” Jughead mumbled.

“Please tell me you didn’t bring up her dad,” Betty groaned.

“Wait, you know?” Jughead asked in surprise. He thought he was the only one she told about her dad’s affair.

“Yeah,” Betty replied. “She told us all during lunch, after you stormed off.”

Jughead chuckled once more. “She willingly told you guys about her dad’s affair?”

Betty froze at his words. “Affair? Jughead what are you talking about?”

“She told you right? The affair was the reason they moved in the first place. I’m pretty sure the reason they moved back is because her father probably cheated again.”

“God Jughead,” Betty cried out in exasperation. “Please tell me you didn’t just insult (Y/N)’s father.”

“So what if I did?” Jughead said

“He’s dead Jughead,” Archie said as Betty groaned and ran out of Pop’s. “That’s the reason they moved back to Riverdale. He died.”

“He’s…dead?” Jughead repeated. Archie nodded. “I fucked up Arch. I really fucked up.”

Jughead scrambled to his feet, gathering his stuff as her ran off to (Y/N)’s old house. It had not been sold and chances were that they still owned it.

~~~

(Y/N) looked at her door when she heard knocking.

“Who is it?” she asked shakily.

“Betty. Please let me in.”

(Y/N) stood up and unlocked her door, tears falling as Betty embraced her.

“Jughead shouldn’t have said that,” Betty whispered.

‘It’s not his fault. He didn’t know. I just didn’t expect him to be so bitter.”

“We all changed after you left. Pretty soon Jughead had completely isolated himself from us, especially when he and Archie had this huge fight.”

“You know he confessed to me,” (Y/N) whispered. “Before I left. He told me he was in love with me.”

Betty pulled back, looking at her in surprise. No one had known that Jughead was interested in the (L/N) girl.

“I laughed and told him we were too young. I mean, we were like twelve. I told him to ask me out when we were in high school and he agreed. I left the next day,” (Y/N) looked down. “I never told him I liked him back.” 

Betty was speechless.

“I called him from Massachusetts the next day. Told him everything, except that I liked him. I told him our reasons for moving. He understood and eventually, we just stopped talking.”

“Well,” Betty said hesitantly, “Maybe he was just hurt. I mean, you just left with no explanation whatsoever until you were too far gone to get back.”

“I know Betty,” (Y/N) replied. “I just feel horrible.”

The two girls were interrupted by a hesitant knock. They turned to see Jughead awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Betty said as she left the room.

“I’m sorry,” Jughead spoke first. “ The things I said…they were out of line and I honestly had no idea about your dad.”

“No Jug. You are completely right. I am a coward.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes Jughead! Yes I am. I was too scared to tell you that I was moving back then. I didn’t tell you that I liked you back. I didn’t want to lose my friend.”

Stepping forwards, Jughead gathered up the girl in his arms. “I never stopped thinking about you (Y/N). I missed you.”

“I missed you too Juggie,” (Y/N) sniffled.

He carefully laid down on her bed, (Y/N) still in his arms.

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered, afraid of her reaction. She probably hated him now.

“I never stopped liking you either Juggie,” she whispered back.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean any of what I said. I was just angry. You just came back, showed up out of nowhere with no explanation and I guess my emotions got the best of me.”

“I know Juggie, just…please stay with me.”

“You know, we’re in high school now. Please,” he begged. “Be mine.”

“Always,” she replied.

As he held her in his arms, they talked about everything that had happened in the past few years.

And as they drifted off to sleep, they both knew that everything would be fine, as long as they had each other.

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My bad! I got pretty lost while writing this so its pretty bad but in my defense I’m hella sick and tired but I really felt like writing today.

Once again, ‘Time Waster Pt. 5′ will probably be up tomorrow and requests will most likely be done this weekend.

Also I’m thinking of doing a masterlist. Should I?

Asks and requests are open and if you’d like to be included in the tag list feel free to ask.

Thank you for reading!

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*Requested* Could you do please an imagine where the reader has feelings for Klaus and she’s jealous every time when she sees him how he flirts with other girls in the Grill and when she’s at home, he comes and teases her about it so she admits her feelings for him? 

( This one is obviously set back in season 3 or 4 of The Vampire Diaries. I do hope you enjoy. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Story Title: “Utter Attention”

Word count: 680

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You glare at them from across the room, your fingers tightening around the glass in your hand. Klaus is at the bar, accompanied by yet another girl that´s shamelessly hitting on him and he seems to enjoy it very much.

The way she leans towards Klaus, how his finger traces over her hand and how they both wear a smile has you ragingly jealous. You are very well aware that having feelings for Klaus is dangerous and it might drive your friends away but you cannot seem to stop thinking about him nonetheless.You cannot choose who you falling in love with, right?

Klaus crooks his finger, urging the girl to come closer. He whispers something in her ear, which makes her smile even wider.

That´s it. You cannot take more of this. If he wants to surround him with easy girls like her, so be it. You are not going to watch any longer.
You empty your glass and slam it on the table before you leave some money and make your way to the door.

Klaus smiles and watches you leave the grill before he downs his drink and follows after you, completely ignoring the girl he just flirted with.

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Andre Burakovsky #2

Anonymous said: would you write a friends w benefits imagine with andre? idk exactly what plot or whatever, but im a sucker for friends w benefits stuff and your andre writing is adorable!!

A/N: so this is probably one of my favourites, i hope you all like it as much as i do :)))

Word Count: 1,879

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This wasn’t exactly how you imagined life to be. Casually screwing a player of the Washington Capitals wasn’t your game play, that was for sure. Yet after meeting him through Gina, the wife of another Washington Capital, you found yourself engulfed by the fun of it all. Friends by day, sharing beds by night.

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Weed problem

Quick summery: Jungkook goes to the same college as you do, sells and takes drugs, and make you buy it too. When he was helping you out to smoke it some tensions build.

Warnings: no real warnings, just smut, and if you don’t like drugs especially weed, you shoudn’t read this

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Your first few weeks in college were pretty easy to live. You’ve found a small apartment you really liked, it wasn’t far away from your college and it wasn’t a pain in the butt to transport your groceries since the super market was the building next door. You barely saw your neighbors so you lived in the quite. But it suited you well, because you never were an outgoing person on your own.

When you told your parents about your plan to study arts and communication, they were a bit concerned about your future life. Because “What would you do as an Artist?” and “You won’t get enough money when you’re old”, but you couldn’t care less. It was a dream of yours to study arts (you’d chosen communication just to calm your parents down), you wanted to see what your were able to do and the most exciting part, the people you will meet at an arts college.

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Take a Little Time

So this a request that I’ve been meaning to fulfill for too long and I’m sorry it’s taken so long. @ambrosegirlforever messaged me a few months ago asking for this fic to be written and I started it, then walked away from it, then edited it, then started it again. Now here it is, and I really hope you enjoy it, love.

Summary: Reader gets wasted one night in a bar dealing with all the frustrating emotions that come from dating Finn Balor. Her loving boyfriend comes to her aid, then fluff and smut ensues.
Warnings: Fluff, smut, 
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I Don’t Dance (Morgan Reilly)

Anonymous said:

hey just wondering if you have any morgan rielly requests or if you could do a super cute fluff one about him sometime with one of those numbered prompts maybe? thanks so much xoxo

Anonymous said:

morgan rielly imagine? pretty please? you can choose whichever really cute one you want but like megacute fluff preferably?

Word count: 1064

Originally posted by willynylanders


It was one of the only nights that Morgan didn’t have a game or practice, yet the Maple Leafs decided to have Casino Night on this one night. You were fine with going to events that were sponsored by the team, but you had really been looking forward to the one night where you and Morgan could just lay on the couch, eat pizza and watch TV as opposed to being forced to wear a tight dress and schmooze with people who pay a whole lot of money just to see a bunch of hockey players.

You stand in the ornate ballroom that the Leafs rent out for all their Casino Nights, sipping a glass of champagne and watching as Morgan laughs with a couple of season ticket holders. You’re bored out of your mind; gambling’s never been your thing, and you haven’t managed to find Sydney, Steph or any of the other girls. You’re bored out of your mind as you people watch, Morgan’s arm around your waist the whole time.

“…Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” You’re snapped out of your reverie by the sound of Morgan calling your name. You glance up at him, not sure what at all he just said.

“I’m sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.” You say sheepishly. Morgan laughs as you blush.

“I was just talking about our trip to your parents’ next month.” Morgan explains to you while you nod, pretending that you’re interested.

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Imagine:On everyone’s 18th Birthday a Tattoo of their soulmates name appears. Your still waiting for yours.


You sat in your room surrounded by your 4 bestfriends.
“So how long have you been 18 for?"Lydia asked curiously.

"22 hours"you sighed.

"And you still haven’t got a name?"Allison bit her nail worriedly.
You nodded sadly.

"What if you don’t get one, does that mean you’ll be alone forever? Because your running out of time"Malia glanced up at the clock before taking a bite out of your cake.

You all turnt to Malia with widened eyes.
"Malia!?"Kira exclaimed.

"Don’t worry I’m sure it’s just late"Kira reassured you.

"Yeah my mom’s appeared two days after she turnt 18"Lydia nudged you.

"What if Malia’s right, what if I am gonna be alone forever, I’ll probably live in an apartment all alone with like 89 cats"you pouted as you took a giant spoon of ice cream and shoved it in your mouth.

"I need to pee"you mumbled sadly as you swung your legs off your bed. Your friends watched as you shuffled out of the room.

Truth was, you didn’t need to pee you needed to get away.
You were the oldest out of your friends and you were worried that you would have to sit back and watch them all get their soulmates tattoo whilst you have bare skin.

You poured yourself a drink and brought the glass up to your lips just as you were about to drink it, a sharp pain shot across your wrist.

It was happening.
You threw your glass in the sink and sprinted up the stairs.

"Guys it’s happening!"you screamed. The girls squealed in response as you all gathered around your wrist.

"I’m so excited"Lydia smiled.

"I wonder who it will be"Allison added.

All 5 pairs of eyes were glued to your wrist as the pain stopped.
Confusion was plastered on all of your faces as you glanced at the name.

"What the hell is a Stiles?"you asked.


Part 2??

Drag Race Asks

RuPaul: What’s your greatest strength – charisma, uniqueness, nerve or talent?
Sharon Needles:  Do you like scary movies, Sidney?  What’s your favourite?
Chad Michaels:  Is there someone you can impersonate to perfection?
Untucked:  What’s the shadiest thing you’ve ever said?
Available On iTunes!:  The first five songs that come into your head.
Michelle Visage: Are you a tough critic or a sweet little pussycat?
Bianca Del Rio:  Stone, gold, glass… What’s your heart made of?
Bob The Drag Queen:  Tell us a joke, funny girl!
Santino Rice:  Describe the strangest outfit you’ve ever worn, Amadeus.
Guest Judges:  Name three people, alive or dead, whose opinions really matter to you
All-Stars:  Ever had a brush with fame?
Absolut Vodka:  Favourite drink?
Bebe Zahara Benet:  Do you represent your hometown or not?
Raja:  Did you roll with the cool kids at school?  Or, if you weren’t a Heather, Heather, what clique did you fit with, Heather?
Willam:  A choice of questions – either tell us about a time you were thrown out of somewhere, or tell us about the sickest you’ve ever felt…
Jinkx Monsoon:  Trouble sleeping?  Or trouble staying awake?
Mimi Imfurst:  How far would you go to grab people’s attention?
Drag U:  Condragulations!  You’ve won a fabulous free makeover!  What sickening style icon will it be based on?
Max:  What colour is your hair today, and what’s your favourite colour it’s ever been?
Alyssa + Coco:  Can you hold a grudge?  (Extra points if you tell us all about it)
Tyra Sanchez:   Give us an unpopular opinion.
Katya:  If you could live in any country in all the world, where would you go?
Ongina:  Would you ever shave your head?  (If you already have, we want pics!)
PhiPhi O’Hara:  Is it better to be loved or feared?
Latrice Royale:  Tell us about a time you picked yourself up after a fall (and know that we’re so proud of you, hon!)
Shangela:  If at first you don’t succeed…  Is there something in life where you keep on try-trying-again?
Nina Flowers:  Does your look match your personality?
Violet Chachki:  What’s your favourite physical feature?
Naomi Smalls:  Take the first name of one of your personal idols, and the last name from another.  This makes the name of your brand new persona – now tell us all about your gorgeous self!
Jiggly Caliente: May I call you Jiggly?

Eric Harris (Columbine Massacre) Imagine

Imagine being Eric’s girlfriend and being at the school during the time of the shooting, even though you promised him you wouldn’t be there.

Word Count: 2,020

Warnings: Strong language, homicide, suicide

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Just (not)meant to be together | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

Summary: Every story has two sides, just like every story has a beginning and the end. 

Words: 2134 (I  know, (not)sorry)

Warnings: Angst and Fluff I’m bad person

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi everyone! I’m really sorry that I didn’t post lately. You know - finals. Only two more weeks and I will be back and I will publish stories more often.  But the third part of “I don’t remember”  will be released in next week (it might change but for now it’s certain). Thank you so much for all your messages and comments! I’m so happy that you like my stories. (Thanks for 377 followers!) Right now I’m writing a requested story, so don’t be afraid to send me requests (it don’t have to be Jughead x reader). Also, few people ask me about the tag list to I don’t remember and of cause I will create one, so If you want to be on it (or on the tag list for this series or all my stories) just let me know.
This series is an experiment.  The plot by them self isn’t but the construction is. As you will see (if you read it), there are two timelines, two points of view, two “beginning”, but one is the actual end of the story.
So please give me feedback how you like it.
Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again.
Feel free to send my any requests, asks. The masterlist will appear today.

(Y/N) - Mar. 24/25

The decorative plate smashed on the wall next to his head. I missed. He was shocked. I reached for a mug on the bedside cabinet.

“(Y/N) listen to me! It’s not like that” he shouted but he took a step back.

“Why?!” I couldn’t see his face, my vision was blur because of the flowing tears “So you didn’t cheat on me for 3-4 months!”

“I didn’t!”

“Really? I am not stupid Jughead!”

“You were seeing with Archie!”

“Oh don’t change the subject!”

“Why not (Y/N)?!”

“Did you or did you not cheat on me Jughead?” I said and I stepped forward.
Silence.

“Get out!”  I took one more step. I felt the pain.

“(Y/N) you are bleeding!” I looked down and I saw the increasing bloodstain on my rug under my foot. I stepped on the sharp piece of the decorative plate.

“Fuck,” I said and I sat on my bed. Jughead ran up to me.

“Don’t you fucking dare to touch me!”

“But (Y/N)…”

“Leave my house!” He didn’t move

“Get out of my house Forsythe Jones and don’t you even come back!” I shouted. He was shocked, that was the first time I ever used his real name. I didn’t care I wanted do hurt him.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was a whisper almost too quiet to hear it. I wiped the tears. I saw that he was crying.

“Get out! You are nothing to me! I never really loved you anyway.” I said with the emotionless voice. I was looking right into his eyes. That words broke him. If he only could see how much saying this big lie hurt me.

I stood up and opened the door. I didn’t care about my foot, about the bloodstains. That pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.
He walked to me and looked into my face. He was looking for something, for any sing of emotions, but I forced myself not to show any. When he walked out I closed the door and waited till I heard that he closed front door.

I went to the bathroom and found the first aid kit. I bandaged my foot and went back to my room. I sat on my bed.
I started crying. I thought that I will never stop. I cried and cried so long that no more tears left in me. Then I stood up and opened the window. I saw my small garden with an old swing. The sun was slowly rising covering everything in the golden glow.

Outside everything was the same. But for me the world was different. I felt different. In my world was a big hole that could never be repaired.

Maybe some people are just not meant to be together, but then why at first they think that they are? I thought and started crying again.
*****
Jughead - Aug. 27

“May I sit here?” I heard the girl’s voice

“If you have to,” I said not moving my eyes from my screen.

“Thanks”

I expected that she will start a very annoying conversation, but she didn’t say a word. I finished typing the sentence and I looked at her. God! She was beautiful! She had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair tied back. She put the end of the pen to her coral lips. Her eyes were concerned on the notebook was filled with neat handwriting. She slowly put a pen to the page and wrote few words, then again she moved the pen to her lips. Her eyes met mine. Fuck I was starting at her.

“What are you writing?” I asked.

“Most people start with the “hey, what’s your name,” she said and smiled. God! She has a nice smile.

“Here you go. Enjoy” Pop put a big milkshake in front of the girl. It had two strains in it. Well, it was “big milkshake”.

“You seriously going to drink that all of your own,” I asked surprised.

“Well, when I said "big” I didn’t mean that big. In most of the places like this “big” means one normal glass”, she said looking at her milkshake with admiration.

“Welcome to Pop’s where “big” means for two people” Fuck did I actually said that? Now she most likely thinks that I am dumb.

“Well that’s means…” she took pause and looked at me smiling. “I will have a proper portion of amazing milkshake for myself,” she said laughing “(Novel kind)”

“What?” I asked Yup even dumber

She rolled her eyes and smirked, “I’m writing a novel about (plot). How about you what are you writing?”

“I’m writing about the mystery of 4th July death. Wait, did you heard about Jason Blossom? ”

“No, I just moved here. But that’s interesting”

“I could tell you what I know” Really? How it is possible that I said that?

“Yeah I would love to,” she said and closed her notebook

“Do you want “milkshake for two people”?“ she asked and moved the glass to the centre of the table.

I closed my laptop.

"Jughead Jones the Third”

“(Y/N)(Y/L/N) the First” she laughed and we shook hands

I took a sip of the (strawberry/vanilla/chocolate) milkshake. It wasn’t my the best flavour, but I didn’t care.
*****
(Y/N) - Mar. 24 


The cold wind made all tears disappeared. The street lamps covered the empty street in golden light.
I was walking in the night, trying to bring back all good memories but at the same time, I tried to let them go.
I should take a coat. The had goosebumps.

The bright red neon made me smile. I felt the familiar warm feeling inside me. I definitely needed a milkshake. I walked through the building and I saw some kissing couple. They happiness made me sad so I  looked away. I put my hand on the handle. But then I looked at the couple and my heart stopped.

“Jughead?”
The couple broke apart quickly.

“(Y/N)! It’s not…” His beanie was gone. I saw it on the ground, probably it slipped from his head when the girl put her fingers into his hair.
I felt that the tears started to flow again.

“So this is how you had been busy tonight?” my voice was shaky. I started to get nauseous.
I looked at the girl - it was Betty. I closed my eyes. I prayed that it was only a dream.

“(Y/N) I can explain, it’s not..” she said. One of the few people I really trusted, stabbed me in the back.

“How long?” The tears made my vision blur. “You know what. I don’t want to know”
Jughead didn’t look in my eyes.

I turned around and walked away.
The most painful thing was that he didn’t stop me. He let me go.
****
Jughead - Aug. 28


“I tried to order a milkshake, but Pop told me that I shouldn’t” I heard (Y/N)’s voice next to my ear. I felt the shiver run through my body. The sense of here perfume was so beautiful.

“Most people start with the "Hey”“

She laughed and sat in front of me.
Pop appeared with a big (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - different that last time) milkshake - my favourite. Maybe I shouldn’t buy it. Now I looked like a frick.

"Thanks,” She said but she wasn’t looking at Pop. Did I just imagine that she was looking at me? Wait it was natural that she thanks me. I smiled, but my heart was biting faster.

She got her notebook out from her bag.
Then she slowly moved the milkshake closer to her at took a sip. Did she really looked into my ey….. O fuck I was steering this whole time. I felt that I started to blush. Fuck.

“Do you like it?” I said trying to cover my behaviour.
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
“I figured out that since you are new in town you should try all flavours”  Fuck stop talking.

“Jughead Jones the Third I see what you are doing here,” She said without a smile. I fucked it. I shouldn’t open my mouth. “There are 3 tastes, so that means we will meet next time” She smirked and rolled her eyes again.

I breathed a sigh of relief.
“We will?” I said too quickly.

“Well… We will have to see” She winked.
*******
(Y/N) - Mar. 24 


Everything wasn’t like it supposed to be. How we get here? What happened to the nice boy with the beanie and the (Y/H/C) girl who met at Pop’s Diner.
I steel was felting his kisses on my lips, but that wasn’t HIS kisses. I took my phone and searched for a conversation with Jughead. Where was the last time I messaged him?

Mar. 19, 17:05 PM
Romeo: I will call you back

Mar. 14, 15:02 PM
Me: I’m busy I can’t talk now

Mar. 10, 16:03 PM
Me: I can’t tonight

Mar. 5, 9:31 AM
Me: Sure

Mar. 5, 07:05 AM
Romeo: Can we reschedule our date I have something to do.

Mar. 3, 00:21 AM
Me: Hey, sorry I totally forget

Mar. 1, 22:46 PM
Me: Where have you been tonight?

I felt the tears in my eyes. I scrolled the messages up.

Jan. 3, 19:05 PM
Romeo: Turn around

Jan. 3, 19:04 PM
Me: I’m at Pop’s

Jan. 3, 19:03 PM
Romeo: Where are you?

Jan. 3, 19:01 PM
Me: Shut up, I miss you

I started crying. I cried and cried. I needed to see him. I needed this back.

Mar. 24, 19:47 PM
Me: I miss you…

I waited .
Seen.

Mar. 24 19:51 PM
Romeo: I’m busy

Mar. 24 19:52 PM
Me: Most people start with the “Hey”

Mar. 24 19:55 PM
Romeo: I can’t talk right now (Y/N)

The tears started to flow again. I rolled on my bed. What happened to us?.
******
Jughead - Aug. 29

I knocked at her window. It was hard to climb using only one hand. I prayed that this ladder was strong enough. I saw a silhouette of (Y/N) when she stood up from her bed. She was saying the truth when she texted that she was sick. She opened the window.

“How the fuck did you get a ladder?”

“Most people start with the "Hey”“

"Hey Romeo”

“Hello Juliet, can I come in?”

“I have to think about that,” She said but she moved “What’s this?”

“I figured that since you can’t go to Pop’s tonight it will come to you”

“I hope that it will use the front door, but I don’t think it will fit into the door-frame”
I laughed and she took the box out of my hand. I crawled into her room.

“You know that I have a front door, right?”

“Yeah, but the ladder gives better effect” She rolled her eyes. I opened the box. She looked at it with admiration.

“Pop did a great job packing it! Did you tell him that you will climb to my window?”

“Something like that”

“Is that big (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - different that the other two times) milkshake? Jug I’m sick! I don’t want to infect you”

“The tradition needs to be continued. And you will not infect me. I never get sick”

She wasn’t sure.

“If you don’t want to I can take this and THIS away”

“Is that (your favourite cake)? Oh god I hate you and love you at the same time” She laughed, but it turned into a cough. I took the glass of water from the night shelf and gave to her. Love you?

She drank it.
“Thanks”

“Okay you definitely need to go to bed,”  I said and pushed her lightly forward it. She sighed and sat on the bed. She made a place next to her and I sat on it. God this bed was so comfortable. Where was the last time I slept on the real bed?

I put two strains into the milkshake and we both took a sip. It was good, not as good as (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - the second flavour) but definitely better that (vanilla/chocolate/strawberry - the first flavour).

“I think that this one should be our flavour” (Y/N) said my thoughts out loud.

“You didn’t like the first one, which I loved…”

“Now it’s not…” She didn’t let me finish

“I didn’t like the second which you loved, so I think this is some kind of compromise. What are you think?”

“I love this idea”

“Good so official (vanilla/strawberry/chocolate - the third) is our milkshake Jughead Jones the Third”

“I totally agree (Y/N) (Y/L/N) the First”