he's always touching her

'I know they are going to die.' This foster father takes in only terminally ill children
The children were going to die.
By Hailey Branson-Potts

Mohamed Bzeek knew that. But in his more than two decades as a foster father, he took them in anyway — the sickest of the sick in Los Angeles County’s sprawling foster care system.

He has buried about 10 children. Some died in his arms.

Now, Bzeek spends long days and sleepless nights caring for a bedridden 6-year-old foster girl with a rare brain defect. She’s blind and deaf. She has daily seizures. Her arms and legs are paralyzed.

Bzeek, a quiet, devout Libyan-born Muslim who lives in Azusa, just wants her to know she’s not alone in this life. “I know she can’t hear, can’t see, but I always talk to her,” he said. “I’m always holding her, playing with her, touching her. … She has feelings. She has a soul. She’s a human being.”

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@RachelWhiter if the genders were swapped, who’d you choose to play usnavi??

@Lin_Manuel Oh, @HereIsGina would be DOPE.

Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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A Roll of the Dice

Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction/oneshot

Word Count: 10,254

Rating: Teen for sin

Pairings: Marichat/Adrienette

Summary: Alya gives Marinette a pair of adult love dice for her 18th birthday. Later that night, Chat Noir suggests to Marinette that they play a game with them to see if they work.

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Okay but. Stiles doesn’t touch anyone else in the series the way he touches Lydia.

It’s actually insane, the way he touches her. His hands are always on her, it’s like they’re just drawn to her. He has this constant, natural, knee-jerk instinct to let her know with his hands that he’s there for her, that he’s not going anywhere, that he cares.

And, above all, that’s soft. Think about all the times that Jackson touched her and if it didn’t bruise her skin, it bruised pieces of her mind. And then there’s Stiles Stilinski, who touches her face like she’s so beautiful he’s afraid to break her. Who touches her back to guide her through doorways because after all those years of making out with Jackson in public places with absolutely zero decency, he still perceives her to be a goddamn lady. Who holds her hand when she needs comfort or to run because touching her feels like it matters.

He doesn’t make conscious decisions to be there for her like that. He doesn’t think to himself “Okay, now I’m gonna touch Lydia’s elbow.” He just does it, and he never second guesses. And how weird is that? Because Lydia has never indicated to him that it’s okay, and yet it is. They both know it is.

Stiles doesn’t place his hand on anybody else’s back when he walks through doorways with them. He doesn’t make eye contact in the same way. He doesn’t give people huge, enormous chunks of himself without expecting something back.

This is for Lydia. Lydia, who has never been treated delicately, who has never been loved as fully as this, who has gone through her life thinking that the best thing for her to do is draw a veil between herself and who she projects to the world.

Stiles lifts the veil without ever asking for it to be removed. He teaches her what genuine affection and love feels like. He fucking pays attention to her in ways that are deeper than even STILES grasps.

And sometimes I just think that Stiles said he was in love with her, he shouted it from the rooftops, but even then, he didn’t understand how in love with her he was. He didn’t understand how incredibly unique it was to be magnetized towards someone like this. When they touch each other, it feels like the millionth time and the first time simultaneously.

I don’t think he realizes just how much he loves her until suddenly it builds up and makes him physically weak.

He watches her bleeding out on that floor and he can’t move because the love he feels for her is thumping through his veins and he’s fucking shocked by it. He’s literally taken aback by how much he loves her.

He knew. He knew. But… maybe a part of him didn’t.

Maybe he touched her like that, all these years, because his hands knew what his head hadn’t caught up to, no matter how many times he fixated on Lydia Martin and fell asleep thinking about her and watched her in class.

Because as valuable as Stiles Stilinsk’s head is, maybe his body knew way before he did that Lydia Martin was the person whose skin would become home to his hands.

Bring your daughter to work day.

Being a single dad and having a job as demanding as Spencer’s was not easy, but when he saw the little smile on his daughter’s face or felt the way her fist would wrap around his finger, it was all worth it. 

In which Spencer gets called into work on what is supposed to be his day off, and it’s so last minute that he has to bring his four month old daughter, Harper, with him.

a/n: based off of this request, i’m making this a series of one shots about spencer and harper so this is the first installment. gif credit to toyboxboy.

Spencer’s hand came down to rest upon his baby girl’s head, he cradled Harper in his arms and as always was overwhelmed with joy and love. She had finally fallen asleep after hours of crying and she now looked peaceful– seemed as though a bottle had done the trick.

Spencer felt as though he was way in over his head since he was a single dad but he was already great at it and had at least some faith in himself. He was off for a few days and could handle it at the moment to get himself together.

Spencer’s phone rang, the shrill sound taking Harper from her peaceful sleep and immediately causing her to burst into tears. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he silently cursed whoever was calling for waking up his baby girl, he was just as tired as she was after a night of not much sleep. 

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—Morning After, touken headcanon/fic  ƸӜƷ

Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.

Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)

His scars tell a story.

Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.

The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.

“Kaneki,” she whispers.

He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.

“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.

His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.


“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.

He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.


Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.

“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”

He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.


His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.

“Just one more minute.”

She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—

“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”

She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.

“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”

“Next time?”

He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.

Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.

The only one.

She’s the only one.

Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.



The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.

“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”

He sighs in response, eyes still closed.

“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”

Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.

“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.

He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.

It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.

She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.

Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.

They have this.

They have each other.

They have enough.

pink : hs

Request: No

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 764

What are you about to read: A very small piece where Y/N really adores Harry’s pink suit from Today Show

Requests closed bc finals!

“Y/N?” She turned her head immediately and looked at the man who was calling her name.

Y/N wasn’t expecting someone to come look for her since she let them -including Harry- know that she was going to the bathroom.

She even spent twenty minutes trying to find the stalls in front of the luxurious building that the Today Show was taking place.

She put off the cigarette quickly and wished that he wouldn’t question her.

“Oh, Jeff. You scared me,”

Jeff gave her a small smile and took a step towards her, now making it easy for Y/N to smell his expensive perfume.

“Sorry about that, Harry’s live in ten. He kept asking for you so I thought I’d look for you.” He spoke softly, breaking their eye contact for a moment to glance at the fag on the floor.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just getting some air.”

“He won’t be too happy you know, about the smoking.” Jeff started again, now they were headed to the room where Harry was waiting, along with other people.

It wasn’t her fault that she was addicted to smoking.

It wasn’t her fault that she kept craving a cigarette when someone smoked near her.

She started smoking at seventeen, stopped for only a year while she was with Harry but she couldn’t stop smoking once or twice, here and there when she got too anxious or nervous.

When they arrived to the large room where Harry’s clothes were spread, Y/N'e eye caught a certain tall guy, a bottle of water on his hand, making a conversation with an old man.

When Jeff left to answer his phone, Y/N made her way to Harry, lusting over his pink suit. She was a sucker for Harry in pink -also a sucker for Harry in nothing- and she could help the tingling sensation between her legs while looking at Harry in his pretty suit.

“Are yeh eyeing me love?” Harry whispered, kissing the shell of her ear making her more fidgety.

He knew what he was doing and Y/N was damn sure he didn’t care on bit.

She gave him a smile and wrapped her arms around her waist, careful not to wrinkle the outfit too much.

“You ready to rock this place,” she said, her fingers caressing his waist slowly and looking at his lips while he smiled down at her.

He looked extra handsome today, Y/N thought.

His face was totally glowing, the smile on his cherry-pink lips reaching his emerald eyes and making the dimple -oh God, that dimple- appear gracefully.

He had a stubble.

The thought of his stubble touching, bruising and destroying her thighs making her eyes teary.

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Return (Pt.1)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary:  (Loki Imagine: Imagine Thanos targeting Loki’s lover to punish him for his failure to get the Tesseract.) Taken from tumblr. Thor finds you during an intense mission with the Avengers. After disobeying Steve’s orders and saving you, Thor is cornered. Who are you? What were you doing there? How did Thor know you? Knowing he has to answer all of these questions, Thor explains everything.

Words: 3447

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Thor looked at her with mixed feelings. At first, he felt shock. It came in waves, raising the hairs on his body. He felt confusion and denial. He thought this must be some illusion and went on with the mission. Then he heard her. He heard her screaming his name as loud as she could.

“Thor! Thor please!” Over and over. Disobeying Steve’s orders, he went back for her. He broke her loose, and grabbed onto her tight. Using his hammer, they flew out of there. Back on the Helicarrier, he knew he was going to have to explain. He was going to have to answer questions. Painful ones. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he didn’t have to say what he knew about this girl, but now was not the time for wishing.

He looked up from his hands where he tried to hide. He sat in a chair next to her. She was completely knocked out. Covered in bandages and a very big blanket, she laid in one of Tony’s personal hospital beds. He bought some just-in-cases, and kept them in a medical wing of the Avengers Tower. Thor looked in front of him. Natasha, Tony, and Steve stood in front of him, waiting. He felt a little scared, but mostly distraught.

“Who is she?” Natasha asked. The question lingered around the room. His shoulders dropped. He felt the weight getting bigger.

“It’s a very long story, Lady Natasha,” Thor replied. He half-hoped he could leave the answer at that.

“Was she your girlfriend before Jane?” asked Tony. He tried to be polite about it, but Tony had his own way of saying things as always. Thor chuckled.

“No, no,” Thor smiled. “Lady Jane is the only woman who has captured my affections completely. This young woman is more of my sister. I care for her very deeply, but not in the romantic sense.” The three Avengers tried to make sense of what Thor was saying. Natasha narrowed in eyebrows out of curiosity. Steve tried side-glancing at Natasha for help. Tony kept talking.

“Thor, I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I think there’s more to this story than you’re letting off,” Tony pointed out. Nat and Steve nodded in agreement.

“You wanted to make sure we brought her back here safe and sound,” Tony walked towards the hospital bed. “We saved a lot of people, but you specifically wanted to bring her back here. Why? I mean, if she is not your girlfriend or anything romantically then who exactly is she?” Thor looked long and hard at Tony, Steve, and Natasha.

“If I tell you who she is, you must promise me to let me explain before taking any action,” Thor’s voice almost sounded like his father’s, like a ruler instead of a friend. The three looked at each other, and nodded in agreement.

“Okay, if she is that important then okay,” Tony said. “Who is she?” Thor cleared his throat and with a very serious voice he said,

“She is Loki’s fiancée.”

After some shouting, some scrambling, and an argument from Tony that was cut short by Nat because Tony said, “Her life shouldn’t be worth that much” and Natasha may or may not have put a knife to his throat and made him swear not to touch her. The four Avengers settled in the living room with some tea except Tony who felt he needed ‘a real drink’ instead. Thor felt their curious eyes on him, and he took that as a cue to start.

“Where to begin,” he sighed.

“How about you start with how you met her?” Natasha’s voice sounded more soothing than usual. She smiled a little, trying to encourage Thor to go on.

“Well,” Thor smiled back finally feeling some comfort. “The first time I met her was when I was with Loki and my friends. We all snuck out of the palace to go and drink at pubs when we were much younger. Lady Sif asked me if she could bring her along her best friend, Lady (Y/N). Fandral agreed immediately because he was dying for more female company. Some planning was involved on Loki’s and Fandral’s parts. They wanted to map out where we should go. My friends, Loki, and I took some horses from the stables and we settled at the first pub while we waited for the girls. Loki was complaining about waiting for them when they came in. Usually, Sif would be in armor, but for this night, she donned a beautiful dress. I will admit I did not want to look away, neither did Fandral or Volstagg. Loki, on the other hand, did not look at Sif at all.

“He was looking at (Y/N). I never seen him so engrossed with any girl before. He had kissed and danced with other girls, but this was different. He looked at her as if she was a book he always wanted to read. Sif introduced all of us to her. (Y/N) smiled with such grace and warmth; she was as beautiful as ever. I remember her first words to me. ‘Sif was right about you. You do look like a hero.” Thor had smiled for a bit allowing himself to return to the memory.

“Sif introduced her to Loki last. You remind me of her, Lady Natasha. Sif was very protective of (Y/N) at that time. She looked like she didn’t want Loki to even breathe the same air as (Y/N). Loki stood up and offered her his seat, but before she could sit down, Sif narrowed her eyes and said ‘Don’t you dare even try’ and sat her next to Hogun. That did not matter though, Loki always gets what he wants.” Thor chuckled.

“How so?’ Steve asked.

“Well, it was only the first pub of the night,” Thor continued with his natural talent of storytelling. “We were all drinking wines and meads, experimenting what tasted better. At the second pub, Fandral kept flirting with Sif, so she was preoccupied while Volstagg, Hogun, and I started a drinking contest with each other. I was determined to out drink both of them even though Volstagg was much bigger than me. No one paid attention to Loki drinking with (Y/N) alone. He whispered little things into her ear and she smiled. He didn’t touch her, but his fingers were always inches away from her. The 3rd pub was extremely crowded. It was so late in the night that many people were drunk, singing songs, and fighting all around us. No one had noticd who we were or how old we were.

“Sif ended up sitting on Fandral’s and my lap. Hogun went home after not being able to hold his own very well, and (Y/N) sat in Loki’s lap. He kept whispering things into her ear, and she would whisper right back. Loki had his arms all over her. Sif didn’t look too happy at what was happening. She asked the pair several times what they were talking about, but neither would reveal the subject. Then, as we went home, the sun was rising. Volstagg carried a passed out Fandral on his horse, Sif was falling asleep on mine. Loki had (Y/N) on his horse. Both of them were drunk and laughing. I remember watching him kiss her as he escorted her home. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was hers.” Thor smiled at the warm memory.

“What else do you remember about her?” Natasha said. She and Steve became excited to hear more of his memories. Tony stayed back, not yet enchanted by Thor’s words or stories about Asgard.

“So much,” he began. “After the pub night, she was around the palace more. As much as I enjoy Sif’s company, (Y/N)’s company was much more pleasant. She was the complete antithesis of Sif. Where Sif would train for days on end with the Warriors Three and me, Lady (Y/N) would spend her days dancing, reading, and have etiquette training. At balls, she would dance with such grace and ease. Her conversations were always interesting and knowledgable. Once I jumped in one of her ‘famous conversations’ at the wrong time.”

“Was it about something dirty?” Tony asked out of the blue hoping to find interest.

“No, it was about something disgusting, I’m afraid. All I remember is her describing how she cleaned horse shit off the gown she was wearing. She thrived at balls. I did not get to dance with her as much as I wanted to, but when I did, it was always wonderful. Loki would hardly let any other man dance with her. He became very possessive after an incident.”

“Incident?” Steve arched his eyebrow.

“(Y/N) finished her education, and therefore it was time for her to find a suitor, at last according to her parents. At one particular ball, Loki noticed a young man dancing with her for most of the night. He was the son of a respected member of the council. At the end of the night, the young man kissed her cheek and told her how beautiful she was. She blushed. Loki was furious. His face went red, and he kept pacing back and forth until he stormed off. Later that night, (Y/N) came up to me and asked where Loki was. We searched for him, but there was no trace. (Y/N) felt worried and slightly hurt. The next day I hear my father scolding Loki for playing a nasty trick on the councilman’s son.

“What did he do?” Tony smiled, suddenly interested.

“He gave the poor boy a horse’s nose with hooves to match.” The four Avengers laughed out loud, and Tony sat with Steve and Nat to hear more. They shared their drinks with each other and Thor continued on. “Loki would read with her in the library. He drank tea with her every day. He dueled with weaker opponents to make himself look stronger in front of her. They had a very strong friendship. (Y/N)’s famous conversations at balls turned into Loki and (Y/N)’s famous conversations. Everyone who knew them thought they would be a great match for the other. It was very hard to get him to admit his feelings for her.”

“He was scared of rejection wasn’t he?” Steve interjected.

“Yes,” Thor answered right away. “I don’t know why. I tried telling him to just tell her or she feels the same way, but he never believed me. I wanted to tell (Y/N) myself, but then I didn’t have to. My father took us on more dangerous missions and places. An adjacent kingdom was going through a civil war. My father thought it was time for the Warriors Three, Sif, Loki and I to fight in our first war. My mother and (Y/N) were so terrified. My mother argued with my father up and down for two weeks about it. She even threatened to go on a hunger strike, but it was time. We had to do this. Both of them had a very hard time saying their goodbyes. (Y/N) didn’t look Loki in the eye as he said goodbye to her. He misunderstood it as apathy. What I did not know until later was that (Y/N) grew more scared every day for Loki. She would read his favorite works and she wore green hoping it would bring him luck. When we came home, she hugged all of us very hard and crying for joy until she saw Loki.

“She stopped everything and ran to him crying even harder. She grabbed him and kissed him in front of everyone. I think that’s when Loki knew. We had a small celebration that night, and sometime during the middle of it, (Y/N) and Loki disappeared. Fandral found them in the gardens. Sif wanted me to come along and spy on them because after all this time, she did not believe Loki’s intentions to be good. And she was proved wrong. Loki confessed his love for her, and they embraced. It was endearing, and I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” Nat said not believing the words that came out of his mouth. “Of your brother?”

“He had true love, something I did not understand or want yet, but he had it,” Thor continued. “Loki was always much more mature, level-headed, and intelligent than I was. Of course, it would make sense for him to find something like that before I did. But he was happy. They were both so happy after that. In fact, I caught them sneaking into his room that very night. She did not come out until the next morning.”

“You mean?” one of the three said.

“Oh yes, Loki made me promise not to tell Sif or anyone for that matter. He begged me not to, and (Y/N) ran away from his room before anyone could put the pieces together. They were deep in love. The day he asked for her hand was so glorious. It was her name day, and he made an intricate puzzle box that when it opened it revealed a beautiful ring and he recited a poem to go along with it. She said yes, and I gained a sister. There was no one more honorable or more worthy than she was. Everything was so wonderful until the Frost Giants.”

“I’m assuming you’re referring to the time you were exiled here?” Tony asked. “I remember your files.” Thor nodded his head.

“During that time, Loki found out his true parentage, and that Odin would never give him the throne. He seized Asgard as his own, and (Y/N)’s parents became scared of their impending marriage. So, they hid her away. Sif and the warriors three helped, all of them in fear of what Loki would do to her.”

“Do to her? Did he threaten to hurt her?” Nat asked.

“No, he would never hurt her, but I was the only one to believe that. He became more violent. More unhinged. Sif would tell me how (Y/N) would cry every night because she only wanted to help Loki and that he needed her. She didn’t understand that he succumbed to the darkness around him. He sent out parties to find where she was hiding. Eventually, he had her parents thrown in the dungeon because they would not say. Then, our fight happened, and Loki killed himself, or so we thought. (Y/N) became so heartbroken, she considered suicide as well.

“Sif would visit her every day, and her parents had arranged for her to marry someone else. Until Loki was spotted on Midgard.”

“Germany,” Steve said.

“Yes, Heimdall burst into the palace informing everyone about this. Odin immediately allowed me to go to Midgard and try to bring him home. As I left, I had hoped to bring back my brother. What I did not expect was to lose a sister when I came back.”

“She attempted—

“No,” Thor looked to the ground in defeat. “She was taken by Thanos. After Loki failed him, Thanos’ men were seen at (Y/N)’s residence. They took her, and she wasn’t seen again. No one could find her, not even Heimdall. Sif went on a rampage. I have never seen her so angry or so saddened. My heart broke to think my almost sister was taken so suddenly, and I let her slip through my fingers. Loki had no idea until his trial after New York.”

“Loki didn’t know she was taken?” Nat asked. “He had no idea at all?”

“No. I will always remember the look on his face when he found out. He was terrified. However, this did not stop my father from rubbing this loss in his face.”

“And you haven’t seen her since until tonight?” Nat replied.

“Yes,” Thor nodded. “We all assumed she died. That Thanos murdered her as punishment for Loki’s failures. Loki was sick to his stomach for weeks in his cell, or so I am told. To see her here, to know she is alive.” Thor’s voice trailed off.

“What do you want to do now?” Steve asked. “You wanted to explain before we took action.”

“Lady (Y/N) is a kind, loving soul,” Thor said. “I don’t know if she still loves Loki, but please do not place judgment on her. She is good. Please do not punish her because of Loki.”

“Done, but I want to ask her a few questions about Thanos and where she’s been,” Tony took the last sip of his second drink.

“And we must tell Loki that she is alive and here.” Thor ordered, sounding like his father again.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Nat said.

“This woman is everything he ever loved. Everything he ever wanted is her,” Thor said. “Before New York, before he found out his true heritage, there was a time where he would have gladly given up the throne and power for her. I love this woman as my own sister, and I am so relived she is safe. Please extend that courtesy to my brother. He deserves to know his love is alive.”

The Avengers took it to Fury, explaining the situation. SHIELD had their say and laid out rules. Loki had to be in chains, escorted by Thor at all times, and he must obey every order given to him. Loki was brought to the Tower somewhat confused, but apathetic. Loki donned some Midgardian-like clothing. He did not know what to expect until he reached his brother’s mournful face.

“Did that old oaf finally die?” Loki’s venomous words made Thor inhale sharply.

“That oaf is our father—

“Your father,” Loki corrected. “So, did he or did he not?”

“This is not about the Allfather, Loki,” Thor tried to explain, hoping his brother would listen. “This is about someone entirely different.”

“Who then?” Loki asked. The chains clinked slightly as he moved. Loki smiled wickedly. “Is it your Jane? Or your friends? Hm?” Thor frowned at Loki.

“This is about Lady (Y/N),” Thor said. Loki froze. The wicked smile deteriorated and anger grew in its place. His nostrils flared. His eyes stared daggers at him.

“What about Lady (Y/N)?” Loki spat. “Do you wish for me to remind you of what I know? Is that why you brought me here? So you can show your little friends how everything is my fault again? Do you wish to gloat how your lover is safe and sound while—

“She is alive, Loki,” Thor cut in.


“(Y/N) is alive,” Thor pointed to the room behind him. Behind a glass wall lay (Y/N). Her hair spread out on the pillow. She breathed steadily, and all cuts seemed to be healed. Her body covered in blankets.

“I found her during this last mission,” Thor explained, hoping to ease the shock. “I don’t know how she got there, but she was there. Loki, she was so cold. Her whole body was ice.” Loki stopped all talking at once. His breathing hitched, and he started walking towards the glass wall. He dragged the chains behind him and studied her. The way she slept, the way she breathed, her hair, her hands, everything. Tears formed in his eyes.

“Thor,” Loki said in a low voice. “I may have caused you pain in the past, even threaten your loved ones, but this? This is cruel. This is a very cruel trick, brother.”

“This is no trick.”

“She died, Thor!” Loki shouted at him. “(Y/N) was murdered! She was taken from her safe abode and was murdered because of me! I failed! This was Thanos’ punishment! I failed him! I murdered her!” Loki’s crying hushed everyone around them.

“Loki,” Thor started. “I thought she died too, but look at her. That is her. I know it is. We found her during a mission. She is alive. I assure you that is her in there.” Thor took his brother’s shoulder and massaged it. Loki pressed his forehead against the glass.

“I have to know. I need to make sure it’s her, please,” Thor looked at Tony and Steve for clearance. Steve immediately nodded his head. Tony exhaled.

“Let him in, Tony,” Pepper said quietly behind him. Tony nodded his head as well, giving in to the pressure. Thor escorted Loki into the room. They both stepped carefully closer to her bed. A steady beep of the heart monitor and Loki’s nervous breathing were the only things that could be heard. He reached the side of her bed, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. After the gentle touch, Loki put his hand down. His lip quivered, and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore. Loki broke down over her, sobbing hard.

chat-en-rose  asked:

Greenie, give me your rant about why nintendo never goes for the explicit zelink ending (explicit as them holding hands or kissing, not something nsfw)

Alrighty then. HERE I GO! THIS is going to be LONG. LOL

I believe it’s because Nintendo (and by Nintendo I mean Miyamoto and Aonuma, after all they kinda have the last say in the LoZ games LOL) are fully convinced that it’s us, the players, that join the dots, which is why they don’t feel the need to go all the way.

Not to mention, that they’re old conservative japanese men and like to keep romance… more like in the background/shadows (???) and focus more on the gameplay and stuff. I mean, after all, the games are not romance oriented specifically.

BUT! they have included moments between this two. 


We know something happened at the end of Link’s Adventure behind that curtain

And Zelda (at the end of oracle of ages) gave Link a kiss. A kiss that both of them quite enjoyed. 

*with hearts and all hahaha so cute!* 

With recent games, for example skyward sword, Aonuma expressed his doubts in regards of this scene:

At first he wasn’t so sure, but after some talks, he decided that it was ok to include it. I remember him saying something along the lines “are we really taking this lovey-dovey route for this game”?  and at the end, he was truly happy that they included this scene in the game (and I’m sure zelink fans around the world also felt the same way). 

We all know how this game ends. Zelda asking Link what he wants to do and he  just smiles at her. I think it’s obvious which was his answer hehe… After all, he fought with his life, in order to be with her again. My take is that Nintendo felt they’ve done enough for us to understand, that they went from best friends to lovers.

Also, in other games such a Spirit Tracks and Phantom Hourglass, their interactions are quite adorable. Personally, I LOVE Spirit Tracks. You can be with Zelda for almost 99% of the game…. and you really get to know her. You can also control her (and she’s a badass with that Phantom armor!) 

But, what I love the most is how innocent and pure their bond is. Once Zelda regains her body, she hugs Link and his reaction is so adorable ;A; 

He blushes hehe (he also blushed when he first met her btw). 

And once they defeated the baddies., they hold hands while watching Anjean go to heaven. In fact, the camera makes a close up of their hands:

A part of me, feels that Nintendo’s intention is to keep it fresh. Like, the implications that there’s something going on between them are there. They exist. Link and Zelda are not a crack pairing. Nintendo has provided enough canon material in the games for us, like I mentioned earlier, to join the dots

For example, in  Skyward Sword and if you explore Link’s room and check his desk you’ll notice that he sculpts wooden statures. He has one unfinished bird on his desk with a hammer and chisel and a couple statues on his furniture. And also, if you go to Zelda’s room you’ll notice that SHE’S the only character he has given his work to, because she has a statue of a loftwing in her room. There are no other characters in the game that have this statues. I even visited everyone is Skyloft to be sure. 

That’s Nintendo’s subtle way of telling us that there’s something special going on between them.

Do I want to see them kiss? HEL YEAH I DO!!!,  but I would lie if I said that I do not appreciate details  such as this one, that strengthen their relationship. 

t’s just like Zelda’s diary in breath of the wild. To be honest, at first I felt dissapointed that Link was so serious all the time. But after reading her diary and watching all the memories in order… I felt that I finally was able to understand his character a bit more, thanks to what she said about him. 

He isn’t a guy whose gonna blush over something. He’s pretty good at hidding his emotions because, people always had high expectations of him… So, the only way he found to keep people happy, was by keeping all his fears to himself. In fact, it’s pretty interesting  what the stupid guy whose wandering outside Gerudo town tells you (after you get the sand and snow boots from him).  He says that Link is a cold and calcuating person and he adds, that he’s also actually quite strong. I couldn’t agree more with that guy.

I mean, being LIKE THAT is pretty much what saved both him and Zelda from Calamity Ganon first attack. He didn’t let the sorrow of the death of his friend (Daruk, Mipha, Urbosa and Revali) get the best of him…. Or to watch Hyrule’s Kingdom get destroyed in a blink of an eye.

His main focus was to protect what’s important for him to the point of giving his life… And he did.  He died protecting her. 

And what truly touches my heart is that, he always believed in her. Even when they were running away from all those guardians, his top priority was to keep her safe. He never saw her just as a “weapon” to seal Ganon away (kinda like the King did)… He always saw her as what she was. Even Impa tells us that, Link became Zelda’s comfort during the times she wasn’t capable of using her power. 

So… In conclusion. Even if I’m dying to see a kiss between them… A wedding and for them to give me granchildren (LOL)… I’m happy with what we have of them. They’re not the typical ship and for me, that’s what makes them so special. 

Hopefully we’ll see them kiss again ;A; Nintendo plz understand

Lovers’ Lane

Summary: Trying to make the most of their precious time together during the war years, [Y/N] and James drive up to a lovers’ lane where he makes sure he (tr)eats her right.

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x Reader

Words: 3077

Warnings: beware this is definitely 18+ smut, obviously there’s swearing, and all kinds of good stuff.

A/N: Hope you like it! Please let me know. This story is part 1 of “The Rise And Fall” (a Bucky Barnes x Reader) series. See the masterlist for more context and a (future) link to the other stories related to this series. 

Originally posted by ghostwritingforyou

Darkness fell quickly around this time of the year, [Y/N] observed after she rolled down the window of James’ car, with a bit of an effort. A cold evening breeze immediately gusted into the car, and she shivered a little. She hugged herself for a moment, brushing her hands up and down her arms, before she peeked her head out of the window. James was standing at the edge of the grassy banks of the East River and threw a flat stone into the water. It bounced off the water eight times before she lost sight of it, but James’ face was directed up at the sky. It did not seem like he paid it any heed. It also did not seem like he was taking a leak like he said he would. She smiled to herself when her eyes glided down his body, and focused on his buttocks. His were really great. Firm. And he always let her touch it, if she wanted to. Slowly she forgot about that cold evening breeze. James picked up another stone from the ground and twirled it in his hand. He was wasting their time a bit. He had been busy a lot these last couple of weeks, preparing to enlist for the war with his friend. She was not happy about it, but he said he needed to do the right thing, and she wanted to support him with that. She always wanted to support him. He was a good and gentle man, and he took care of her when they were together. Oh, and he was such a swell dancer. All her girlfriends were jealous.

“Are you done taking a leak, James? Looked like you were playing with pebbles.” [Y/N] grinned.

He turned his head towards her and chuckled. With a smirk resting on his face, he began to walk back, “I oughta do something about the vulgarity that always seems to come outta that little mouth of yours.”

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Anything, Everything 2/2

Summary: If she could be anything she ever wanted, it would be the one he loved. [Request] Part 2 of 2. 

Word count: 593

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! And I just reached 600 followers I am so thankful for every single one of you


Four days.

It took every ounce of courage to bring himself up to her front door. He hates how Michele was right— he was a goddamn coward. He can beat men twice his size and hold up a fucking six wheeler truck but at this very moment is where he was at his weakest.

Maybe it was the thought of losing his best friend, breaking her heart without even knowing. So with shaking hands and uneven breaths, he rings the doorbell.

He expects to see her mother, mentally preparing himself to greet her as politely as possible but he freezes when the brown of his eyes finally meet hers for the first time in four days, dressed in her pajamas with her glasses ever so slightly slipping down the bridge of her nose.

Peter’s mind goes blank, worry flowing back inside of him. “Hey.” He manages to stutter, tilting his head to the side. “Can we talk?”

Y/N doesn’t say anything and lets him in the comfort of her home, clearing her throat as she brushes the hair off of her face. “My parents aren’t home for the night.”

“You left.” He immediately states, recalling the event from nights before.

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“That’s bullshit.” Peter almost yells, but he doesn’t his anger to get the best of him.

“I don’t know why it was so hard for me to get over you when you were never even mine to begin with.” She tried so hard. She tried so fucking hard but she was drawn to him, it was almost damaging.

It takes awhile for her words to process. “Why me, Y/N?” His hand rubs over his face in. She looks away and focuses on the sound of thunder coming from the dark sky instead. A deep sigh escapes her lips.

“It wasn’t hard to fall for someone like you, Peter.” She explains. “I should be angry but I’m not. Even if you didn’t love me back then.”

“How long?” He whispers.

“Two years.” There are days where she’d feel sorry for herself and it terrified her to admit everything as she answered him.

Peter gulps, nodding his head. “I love you now. I’ll love you tomorrow and the day after.” He doesn’t believe that he deserved someone as heartfelt and as good as her.

“Do you think you can give me a chance?”

A small smile begins to appear on her lips but she doesn’t respond, silence washing over the both of them. There’s too much going on in her mind right now that she’s unsure of how to react. But she had loved him in every way possible, past Spiderman and all the additional bruises every week because time and time again would she wish that he would wake up one morning and realize that she was the one all along.

We would do the most reckless things for the people we love and it was beautiful and agonizing all at once, tiring and stupid because she hasn’t given up since.

Perhaps it was worth it.

“I know you’re still upset and you have every right to be, but I’ll give you time. As much as you need.”

Every word spoken by him were sinking in deeper than ever. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Y/N says. She’s leaning into him and her lips are suddenly on his and it takes him by surprise but he melts into her touch. She was always longing to belong and she’s never felt happier in his arms.




She was sick, it wasn’t the normal, stay in bed and eat soup type of sick, Something was wrong with her heart, the doctors couldn’t quite place what was wrong, but the one thing they knew for sure was that Betty Cooper was very, very sick.

“It’s failing, your heart is failing. we’ve put you on the top of the donor list but even with your high placement, there’s really not much we can do. We just have to wait.” Her doctor had said, looking sadly at the family crying in his office.

So they waited. And waited. And waited. It had been four months and she knew she was running out of time. Everyday she got weaker, some days she could hardly keep her eyes open through a full period and other days the walk from class to class left her more than winded. She knew she was losing weight but she couldn’t eat, the nausea from her heart pills was too severe.
The only person she had told was Veronica and that had been completely accidental.

“What are these?” Veronica had asked looking at the array of medications and paperwork on her dresser. She meant to put all that away but she had fallen asleep
“Oh, those are just for my headaches.”
Veronica didn’t believe her so she pulled out her phone and googled the medications “these are all for heart disease? Why would you have these?” She couldn’t hold it in anymore and told Veronica everything, they both cried together that night, before they fell asleep, Her best friend holding her hand.
Veronica had been great, supporting her and coming to her hospital visits almost every time. Betty’s parents had checked out about two months in , they resigned to accept the fact that their daughter was dying and couldn’t bring themselves to get to close for the fear of it hurting more when she died. It hurt, but she figured it was for the best.

Settling down onto the cold metal bench in the courtyard Betty shivered, she seemed to always be cold these days even in the late spring sunshine, she had asked to leave class early so she could make it to lunch on time, she knew she was awfully slow these days, and she hated to hold people up in the hallways.

Suddenly a dark blue flannel was draped over her shoulders and she smiled instantly, tugging the material closer to her chest before glancing up at Jughead. “Thanks juggie” she whsipered, he just shook his head and offered one of his rare smiles, reserved only for Betty. “Don’t mention it.”
Their quiet moment was quickly interrupted by the rest of the gang, dropping their trays on the table and jumping into conversations.
Kevin was going on about the adorable new uniforms pembrooke got to wear “I mean come on, do you know how much time it would save me if I only had one option of clothes, look at Archie all he wears is jeans and that letterman jacket I bet he’s ready in like two minutes” Archie chucked a grape at the boy and rolled his eyes.
Cheryl sighed “the skirts are cute, I’m totally into the naughty school girl look.”
Betty relaxed into Jugheads side, feeling tired and drained, this was nothing new, but she always felt extra tired when she tried to keep up with all of her friends conversations.
“You okay green eyes?” Jughead grumbled above her, dropping a hand to her face pushing away a few loose blonde strands of hair that were dangling in her face.

Jughead was exceptionally affectionate, he was almost always touching her, or leaning on her and when she leaned on him he accepted it with open arms, shrugging an arm around her shoulder pulling her tighter every time. The thing was, he wasn’t like this to everyone, in fact the only person he let touch him was Betty. She never brought it up, afraid to jinx it but she always wondered if maybe he felt the same way she did.
She loved Jughead jones, she had realized that the day she got over Archie. She loved him and she couldn’t help but think, would he ever know? Would she ever get the chance to tell him? Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, she smiled up at him weakly “just tired juggie.”
“One more period bets” he said, squeezing her shoulder.

“Are we still on for after school B?” Veronica asked from her seat across Betty, she gently nudged Betty with her foot and wiggled her eyebrows, smirking.

Betty shot her a mock glare and nodded “yep, 4:00” she was going in for X-rays, the doctor was concerned, and if things were getting worse, she would be bumped up even more on the list. She hated feeling happy to be taking away someone’s chance.

“What’s after school?” Archie asked putting down his guitar.
Veronica shook her head “its girl things Archie you wouldn’t understand.” He rolled his eyes “well then how come Cheryl isn’t invited?” He smirked at the redhead to his left, she threw him a glare before she turned to the two girls
“Yeah, how come Cheryl isn’t invited, last time I checked, I am a girl.” She said sassily, flipping her long hair.
“yeah and I’m an honorary girl, where’s my invite?” Kevin added placing a hand on his hip.

Veronica sighed loudly “okay! Fine! It’s not girl things! It’s B&V things, now butt out. Hey Betty are you okay?”

Everything was blurry, her breathing was slow and she felt her heartbeat at an alarmingly uneven rate.

“I…Im..” she couldn’t focus, couldn’t get her thoughts together.

Suddenly she felt two large, warm hands grip her shoulders “sunshine! Hey bets! Betty look at me, come on bets.” Jughead was pleading with her, the last thing she saw before everything went black was the blurry piercing blue eyes staring her down and filled with worry.

She woke up in a hospital bed, her eyes painfully adjusting to the light. The familiar face of her doctor was standing over her and smiling relieved. “You gave us all quite the scare ms.cooper, we have you on supports right now, your heart rate slowed down to an alarmingly low pace, we were able to restart it, but it’s not a permanent fix, fortunately yet unfortunately this situation helped you bring your standings all the way to the top. You should hopefully have a brand new heart within the next two weeks. Your friends are all outside, shall I bring them in?” Betty nodded weakly sending a Thankyou smile to her doctor.

They all must know now, she didn’t want them worrying about her, it was too much too carry, she should know. Veronica came bursting through the door and immediately launched herself on top of Betty, tears leaking from her eyes “I was so scared! I thought we lost you! The ambulance kept asking me what was wrong and I just kept saying your heart! But those idiots didn’t know what to do!” Betty laughed softly “I’m okay Ronnie, I’m okay!” Archie came to stand by her bed followed by Cheryl and Kevin “never do that again.okay?” Cheryl said seriously her eyes red rimmed a sure sign that she too had been crying
“I promise.” Betty returned linking pinkies with the redhead.
Archie grabbed her free hand “Betty.. I didnt .. I didnt know. I wasn’t paying close enough attention.. this whole time..” she cut him off quickly “this isn’t your fault Archie, it’s no ones fault. I’m sick. I’m sick but I’m hopefully going to get better, the doctors say I have a really good chance at getting a new heart as soon as possible.”

Everyone nodded as Kevin dropped a kiss to her cheek “as soon as you get out of here, we’re having a sleepover.” She laughed “you got it Kev” she looked over his shoulder and caught the eyes of Jughead, instantly she froze. Veronica noticed and began ushering everyone out of the room"alright everyone, let’s give her some space.“ She leaned over the bed to wrap Betty in a hug
“He was a mess, I’ve never seen him like that, he is totally in love with you.” She winked as the teens left the room, leaving only Betty and jughead.
It was quiet for a few seconds and Betty needed to break it “ Jughead I..”

Cutting her off ,he shook his head
“You didn’t tell me. I didn’t know.”
“You almost died Betty. In my arms. I was holding you. One second you’re staring at me all green eyes and smiling and the next you’re lying there not moving, not breathing. I thought you died Betty.” She shook her head tears leaking out. She opened her mouth to speak but he wasn’t done. “And then Veronica is yelling about your heart, how you have heart problems and I’m thinking “she’s sick?” I should’ve known. I should’ve payed closer attention to you, but I didn’t. I could’ve lost you today. I could’ve lost you without telling you everything, telling you how I feel.“ His eyes were panicked and he was clenching his fists so tight his knuckles were white.
"How you feel?” Betty whispered, confused and shakey, did he have feelings for her, feelings stronger than friendship?

He took a deep breathe and clutched her hand
“I love you Betty Cooper, I’m so in love with you it hurts. When I watched you pass out in my arms today, I realized i can’t take time for granted anymore. I want to be with you. I want to be with you for as long as I can, for as long as time allows, which I hope is a very long time. I understand if you don’t feel the same but you needed to know, I needed you to know.” Betty cut off his rambling by tugging on his sleeve and pulling him Down to her, pressing her lips gently against his. She was still weak, but damn, if her heart hadn’t gone out through all of that, she was pretty sure it never would.
She pulled away smiling as she looked into his dazed and droopy eyes.
“I love you Jughead jones, I’m not going anywhere, not for a very long time.”

He smiled at her dropping his forehead to hers
“Whatever new heart you get, I hope it knows ..you already have mine.”


As requested by @soiaf17! Super short, but fluffy.

The ship docked in White Harbor, sliding into its moorings with barely a bump. Immediately a few of the crew members scrambled out to secure it to the dock, but Jon stayed belowdecks, waiting impatiently for Dany to pull on another layer of furs. 

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “I’ve already seen snow before.”

“Yes, but that was in a life or death situation. It’s not always as bad as all that. In fact, sometimes it can be very beautiful.”


He rolled his eyes. “Come on. We can debate the particulars later.” 

She grinned, securing the cloak with a direwolf pin. He could barely see her white dress under all of her furs, looking like she was wreathed in ice. Bride of Fire, Queen of Ice. “All right. Show me the snow.” 

“Close your eyes.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And how do I know I won’t walk into a bulkhead or fall off the ship?”

He slipped his hand into hers, getting the same shock of feeling he always got whenever he touched her-even though he wasn’t exactly new to it. “Do you trust me?”

She didn’t answer, but she closed her eyes.

He let her up the stairs carefully, gently-and they both braced themselves when he got the door to the upper decks opened and a wave of cold air hit them. He supposed he should have been used to it by now-after all, he’d only spent a couple of months in the south-but it still chilled him to the bone and he could feel his teeth chatter. “Almost there.” 

He maneuvered her into position and finally said “We’re here.” 

She blinked her eyes open, looking confused for a moment-and then squinted against the harsh light off the snow. White Harbor was covered in it; the buildings were bent double under the weight of it, drowning out the soft light coming out from the windows of pubs, inns, and closed shops. The streets were deserted and the open fields stretched out for miles into the distance, blanketed in snow. It looked almost quaint, like something out of a painting, and he heard her breath catch in amazement. “It’s…beautiful.”

“That it is. Beautiful but lethal.” Like you.

It had begun to snow again, a light dusting falling down from the sky to tangle in her light hair and land light as air on her eyelashes. It made her entire form sparkle as they stood there, blinking in the dim light. Beautiful but deadly, until the spring comes. 

He shook himself out of it. If they weren’t careful, spring would never come. “Come on. I’ve secured us rooms.”


He rolled his eyes. “A room.”

“Lovely.” He took her hand and together they walked down the gangplank, while the snow fell softly around them. 

It feels so nice to be able to write fluff again after all of this angst I’ve been writing recently. I love angst as much as the next person, but it wears a bit after a while. I just have like 19 more prompts and then I’ll be caught up! (see this is why my parents think I haven’t done anything all summer…) 

Send me prompts, send me headcanons, send me asks-anything to feed my trash obsession! 

someones a little needy today

request: oh my lord i love your imagines so much !!! could you possibly do an imagine with a very very kissy (is that the word?) and fluffy peter? i need some of that in my life omg

summary: peter just really loves his girlfriend and has the most adorable way of showing it.

a note: i got this request and screamed for five minutes. this bout to be SOME !! CUTE !! ASS !! SHIT !! enjoy ♡ (also! sorry this took so long omg i got such bad writers block? i feel bad because i usually post requests the next day???)

it all started that morning with the ten minute hug he gave her before class started. small displays of affection weren’t really anything out of the ordinary for these two, but today instead of the quick kiss on the lips, peter wrapped his arms around her and refused to let go. 

the rest of the day went fairly normal, other than the fact that peter refused to stay more than two feet away from her, at all times. he was always in some way or the other, touching her. weather it was holding hands under the table or having an arm snaked lazily around her waist.

it’s not that she didn’t mind, it was just a little out of the ordinary. even for him, an already affectionate and cuddly type of person. 

his increasing displays of affection carried over into the evening, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself even if he tried. 

the two of them were sat on her living room couch with the sound of music playing quietly in the background as she did her homework. peter had homework too, but it was nowhere to be found, most likely still sitting idly at the bottom of his backpack. instead, he chose to sit with his head on her shoulder, running his hand up and down her leg absentmindedly. 

“peter, honey, babe, sweetheart, i have to ask,” she said, sliding her notebook to the side, “what’s with you today?” 

“nothing,” he grinned a dopey sort of lovesick grin, then placed a soft kiss to her shoulder and then her temple. 

“nothing?” she rose an eyebrow. she also sort of wanted to stop questioning this because honestly, it’s the best thing ever. 

“nothing.” he repeated. he decided to take advantage of the fact that she didn’t have a notebook on her lap anymore and laid down, placing his head in her lap. this was probably his favourite way to end the day, especially those particularly tiring and draining days from being spidey. 

“oh?” she softly smiled, starting to run her fingers through his hair lightly, “someones just a little needy today, is that it?” 

he sheepishly nodded, “just a little bit.”

“aw, you’re cute,” she tapped his nose, “too cute.”

“hey, i’m supposed to say that to you.” he sat up, repeating her actions by tapping her on the nose. 

“hmmmmm,” she lightly kissed him, letting it linger for a moment, “whatever you say.” 

he kissed her back, then again, again, and once more for good luck. 

“i love youuuuuu.” 

she smiled against his lips, “i love you too, you big adorable dork.” 

e n d 

another note: i love this so much?? i want my own peter parker?? all for myself?? 


Hey guys! This is starts out sorta smutty, and ends a bit smutty too? But the middle is sorta fluffy? Tom learns what the reader’s favorite romantic film of all time is, and he’s very intrigued. (I promise it isn’t 50 shades lmao)

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    Tom couldn’t stop looking at her. She wasn’t doing anything special. In fact, she was reading, which is something that she did quite often, but tonight, Tom couldn’t bare it. He’d been riled up since breakfast when someone had asked her what her favorite romantic film of all time was and she, without thinking, responded, “‘Secretary’.”

    There a pause around the table, clearly indicating that nobody had heard of it before, and she quickly tried to take it back, a venomous blush spreading across the length of her cheekbones. “Shoot, I meant something else! I meant to say ‘Moonrise Kingdom.’”

    Tom opened and shut his mouth, beginning to ask what her first choice was about when her friend across the table beat him to it.

    “Oh my god! Oh my god! Look at the cover art!” She flashed her phone screen to the numerous eyes of their friends, who all crowded around, ardently lurching from their chairs. Tom removed his hand from the back of her chair to grasp her friend’s phone and his mouth dropped into a silent ‘o’.

    The film’s poster was red, green and grey and depicted a woman with her arms pinned over her head by some type of contraption, and bent over a desk. A man stood behind her, seemingly prepared to either, spank her, or to take her exceedingly roughly from behind.  Either way, Tom found it painfully titillating.

    He could imagine her spread out, just like that, for him. Fuck, he could imagine her bending over right here for him. To take her, all he’d have to do is shift the short material of her skirt up over her bum and slide her panties to the side and unzip his jeans.

    Tom cursed himself for inviting their friends to breakfast. They could’ve had a go in the bathroom, but instead, Tom would need to pretend to be utterly enticed by his pancakes.

    She, on the other hand, after finally realizing what was being shown of the phone’s screen, covered her face with her hands and tried to giggle away her embarrassment. Shoving her coffee mug to her lips, she took a desperate drink and immediately tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

    “But, but, you’re so innocent? You asked me how to put on a garter belt not even two days ago? How can you be into this when you don’t even know how to put on lingerie?!?!” Her friend questioned, clearly not keen on dropping the subject anytime soon.

    Finally, he decided to step in, being the doting boyfriend he was, Tom brought up a funny story about the time he’d walked in on a couple going at it at a party. ‘Secretary’ was forgotten by their friends and Tom decided to not tease her about the film until later, when they were alone.

    He tucked her underneath his arm and kissed her temple as the conversation went back to normal, ignoring the urge to trail his kisses down her neck and his fingers up her skirt. When the clock neared 9:30, she leaned into him and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth and grabbed her schoolbag.

    “Will you pick me up at 5?” She asked him, peering up at him through her lashes.

    Tom wanted to respond, but all he could focus on was the lingering taste of her vanilla lipgloss smeared across the corner of his mouth. He thought of all the other places he’d like her glossy lips.

    “Go back to bed, you seem sleepy. I’ll see you later.” She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a proper kiss and turned around and left.

    “Love you!” Tom called after her and she waved, laughing as Tom began to blow her kisses.

    “Holy fuck,” Tom mumbled and raked a hand through his hair. A strawberry was thrown at him as his friends began to taunt him about his sex life. Shaking his head and shooting profanity their way, goodbyes were shared round the table and everyone left to carry on with their day.

    Tom’s day included laying around the house, anxiously awaiting 5 o'clock and trying to distract himself from the thought of her leaned over a desk, with her thighs open for him.

Flicking on the T.V., he decided that he may as well order ‘Secretary’ on demand, seeing as it was all he was able to coherently think about.

About two hours later, Tom was too turned on to function. The film was hot. When he thought about her watching it, he just became even more bothered. The female lead liked to be spanked, tied up and came on. When Tom thought about it, so did his girlfriend.

When Tom would playfully slap her ass and jokingly demand that she complete some random task, she’d always obediently nod her head and follow his directions. Tom also noted that she liked being told what to do in bed, and she liked it even more when he was in control. Her moans always seem louder when he pinned her hands down while he touched her.

Now, she was home, her classes of the day having finished around an hour and a half ago. She was spread across the couch, laying on her stomach, wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts and bobby socks. Tom could tell  that she’d tossed her bra the second she had gotten home.

He plopped down next to her and lifted her legs into his lap. They were smooth and soft as he ran his fingers up and down the back of her calf.

“Whatcha reading,” Tom questioned, shamelessly staring at her bum.

Not even turning her head, she replied, “it’s a play by Patrick Marber called ‘Closer.’”

“Is it any good?” Tom asked, slowly moving his hands further up her legs.

“Want me to read it to you?” She said, “I can start from the beginning.”

“No,” Tom whined, “pay attention to me, I’ve missed you all day.”

Rolling onto her side, she propped her head up on an elbow, “Have you now? Just seems like you’re horny.”

Tom snorted and pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. “How could I not be baby? Teased me all fucking day with that stupid film. Couldn’t get it out of my head all day.”

“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing,” She whimpered, hiding her face in the crook of Tom’s neck. “I promise that I’m not a deranged weirdo, I-”

“Darling, no! How could I think that? You’ve just never told me that you wanted anything like that. I was just surprised.” Tom said, brushing her hair away from her neck to kiss it lovingly. “I adore you, always and forever. I could never think that you’re deranged, you’re much too intelligent, love.”

She stayed silent, but raised her head to give the corner of Tom’s jaw a kiss.

“You know that if you want that, you can say so. All we need to do is figure out a safe word, don’t want you getting hurt.” Tom said, looking down at her.

“Wait, do you, like, want to do,” She paused shyly, “that?”

Throwing his head back, Tom laughed so loud that she could feel his chest rumble from her position, curled into the warmth of his body. “Course I do? Are you fucking kidding? Why do you think I’ve been so needy? I love you and I wanna give you what you want, so what I’m saying is, if you want me to be rougher, than ask me.”

She cocked her head to the side, “But do you? Want to do that?” She asked, fumbling with the hem of Tom’s T-shirt.

“Yes, sweetheart, badly.” Tom assured her, shifting her position on his lap so he could look her directly in the eye. “Ask me.”

“Tom,” She started, a rosy flush consuming her normal skin tone, “could you please be more dominant in bed? I’d really, really like it.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper and she pressed her face into Tom’s shoulder once again.

Seizing her waist and throwing her back onto the couch, he moved in between her parted legs. His voice was gruff and deep when he answered her, “Course, baby, all you had to do was ask.” Tom yanked the shirt of his that she had borrowed open, “if I start to hurt you, the safe word is ‘tulip’, alright? Say it back to me so I know that you’ve heard it.”

Tom’s hands curled around the bare skin of her waist as he lightly bit down on her collarbone. “Darling, tell me the word.”

Her eyelashes fluttered against her brow bone as she tried to keep her eyes open, “Tulip.” She gasped out, “Tom, please, more.”

Smirking, Tom did just that.

Good Morning

Nessian for an anonymous request for the Kiss prompt #6, lazy morning kisses.  This can work on its own, or fits into the general big Nessian fic after Distracted and before Flying Lessons.  Hope you enjoy!

Cassian awoke automatically as the sky lightened outside.  He moved to fling the covers back, but a curl of golden-brown hair on his pillow made him pause.  Nesta.  She was here, in his bed, by some blessing of the Cauldron.  His eyes tracked the hair to her cheek, the only part of her face easily visible from where he lay.  She slept curled up in a tight ball, back to him, covers to her chin.  There was a slight flush on her clear skin, and with her face relaxed in sleep she looked so young, so undamaged.  As if the power roiling in her had never existed.

He couldn’t recall the last time he had let a female stay overnight.  Actually, he rarely brought them home at all, preferring to satisfy his needs outside of this apartment.  It had been a bit of a shock when it had been Nesta who had insisted on leaving after the first time they made love.  And even though they hadn’t been able to stay away from each other since then, she had kicked him out of bed each time before their mingled sweat had even dried.  He supposed this was a victory for both of them.

She moved then, curling in even tighter, small fist tightening on the sheet.  He had loved her since they first made love - no, if he was being honest with himself, he had loved her long before that - but right now the idea of getting out of that bed and walking away from her was causing him physical pain.  He didn’t know how Rhys had survived it, those weeks Feyre had been in the Spring Court, but Rhys had always had more discipline than he had.  He wanted to touch her, just to reassure himself she was real, but was afraid it would startle her.  Instead he settled for laying back down, one finger lightly on a curl of that hair on his pillow.

He had almost fallen back asleep for the first time in history when she shifted beside him, rolling over to face him.  Now he could study her face, those sharp cheekbones, the fans of her long lashes, that perfectly cut mouth.   He was staring at that mouth when she woke with a sudden intake of breath.  Her eyes flickered open and then closed immediately and she stretched with a low groan, still barely conscious.  Her foot brushed against his leg and she blinked again, then looked at him as if having trouble processing his existence.

“Cassian?” she asked, her voice gravelly from sleep.  He responded by brushing a gentle kiss against her lips.  “Mmm, Cassian,” she said again, and those eyelids drooped.  He was going to have to figure out some way to convince her to move in if she was always this adorable in the morning.  Her mouth fell open a little and she made a tiny little noise in the back of her throat.  Gently, he stroked a hand down her arm, and she pulled closer to him, so close they were sharing breath, her nose nearly touching his.  He pooched his lips out so they just barely reached her upper lip, and she crinkled her nose in response.  Just laying here with her, listening to her breathe, he felt his own eyes getting heavy.  What the hell was wrong with him?  The sky was turning pink and he was still in bed, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care about anything other than this wondrous being next to him.

She reached out and rested her arm atop his.  After a moment, it seemed to register that she was  touching him, and her eyes flared open, wary, almost alarmed.  “Good morning,” he murmured.  She relaxed slightly and her hand moved to rub at her eyes.

“I forgot where I was,” she said, then frowned and cleared her throat at the roughness of her voice.  

“Understandable,” he said, and propped himself up on his elbow before leaning over slowly to kiss her again.  He wanted to give her a chance to pull back but she didn’t, instead freezing for a moment before hesitantly returning the kiss.  When her hand moved to rest on his side, he took the opportunity to wrap her up in his arms and move his lips to her jaw, then her neck.  He would have loved to explore her whole body with his mouth, but the sun was really rising now and he needed to get ready to go to work.  He said as much as he pulled back reluctantly, and asked, “Coffee or tea?”

“Hmm?” she said, rubbing her fingers over her face again.  “Oh, coffee.”

“Toast or eggs?”

“Either.  Both.”

“Milk or juice?”


He finally got out of bed, pulled on a pair of loose pants - not missing that her eyes were staring at his ass - and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast.  She appeared a few minutes later in that old shirt of his that he had dug out of the closet for her when she’d refused to sleep naked last night.  It hung down almost to her knees and she looked completely devastating in it, with her hair in wild disarray and her face still flushed from sleep.  He gritted his teeth to keep from scooping her up and racing back to the bedroom, or just cutting to the chase and taking her over the kitchen counter.  Hell, he didn’t even know if she’d enjoy that, she could well be a bed-only kind of female.  He set a cup of coffee and plate of toast on the counter and turned back to the eggs on the stove.  Out of the corner of his eye he watched his shirt slide up her legs as she reached for the toast, nearly revealing that perfect ass, before choosing one of the stools to sit on.  Shit.  He knew when he turned around with the eggs - which were now done and would turn into rubber if he left them on the stove a minute longer - the evidence of his interest in her ass was going to be revealed through those thin pants.  He grabbed a plate from the cupboard and scooped the eggs onto it, all the while trying to think of battle wounds, of sleeping on the ground in freezing rain, of the odor of rotten meat, but the only thing his traitorous brain could focus on was the scent of Nesta and sex that was now wafting through his kitchen.  He turned and set the eggs on the counter as quickly as he could, but her eyes had zeroed in on the increasing bulge in the front of his pants.  She took a delicate bite of toast and chewed slowly, her blue-gray eyes traveling up his shirtless torso.  There was no particular expression on her face as she met his gaze, hopped off the stool, and walked around to him.  Nothing to indicate what she was thinking as she stopped in front of him, as close as she could be without touching.  She looked him straight in the eye as she hopped up onto the counter.

“When do you have to leave?” she asked.  

“Soon,” he said, and damn him if his voice didn’t crack.  

She leaned back, resting on her elbows, her knees parting to reveal that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath that shirt.  “How soon?”

“I can be late.”

“Be late.”

SO MUCH SIN AHEAD. I swear…. sigh, It’s been a long time since I’ve written smut, peeps. Be gentle with me. 

Warnings: None, just a ton of sinning. 

Unbeta’d. Any mistakes are mine (It’s 3am as I edit this, I’m sure there will be mistakes) 

Betty generally adores these quiet moments where the world is still asleep and she gets to see Jughead’s face relaxed, void of the weight he carries on his shoulders. She is aware of how creepy it sounds, but she could spend hours looking at how relaxed and content Jughead looked while he slept. Her heart seizes inside her chest, warmth spreading through her body. 

Right now, though, Betty’s eyes are not focused on his face. Instead she lets her eyes roam over his naked body, as he sleeps, deep breathes make his chest go up and down, an action that she was finding utterly fascinating.  

She bits her lower lip, her breathing coming out uneven. Betty knows she shouldn’t feel like this, they had been at it all night until they had finally fallen asleep. But after nearly two months of being apart because of an internship that had come up for him, she just can’t get enough. 

There’s a need between her legs and inside her heart. A craving of being impossibly closer to him until she couldn’t discern their bodies apart. 

Betty had gone and picked him up from the airport, jumping onto his arms as soon as she saw him. Part of her was aware of the cliché, but other part couldn’t bear to be separated from him any longer. Jughead had placed his head in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. 

Betts…” his voice trembled a little when he spoke, and when he leaned back to look at her, his eyes were glassy. “God, I missed you.” 

I missed you too, Jug. So much”  She had replied, placing a soft kiss upon his lips. “Let’s go home.” 

His jacket was off as soon as the door of their apartment was closed, soon followed by the rest of their clothes. It had been passionate, quick and hungry. Jughead fucking her on the couch because they hadn’t made it to the bedroom.

 Betty moans softly at the memory, clenching her thighs together, trying to quell the fire between them. Jughead sighs in his sleep, facing her now and she watches enraptured at his morning wood. She is a little embarrassed at how her mouth waters at the view. Betty’s tempted to wake him up with her tongue, but he looks so at peace and the dark circles under Jughead’s eyes spoke volumes about how much he needed sleep. 

Her hand moves at its own volition. Down, down until she’s lightly fondling her breast, thinking about the way his hands had gripped her waist yesterday, bringing her closer and closer to him as he brought her to climax. 

A gasp escapes her as her fingers tweak her nipple. Betty feels a new thrill as she begins teasing herself next to her sleeping boyfriend, the fire inside of her only increasing as her other other hand clenches the bedsheets. 

Betty moves her hand slowly downwards, mimicking what Jughead always does, slowly teasing her on his way to her centre. She mewls lightly when she finds herself still wet from yesterday’s reunion, suddenly glad she’s still naked.

She moves her fingers through her wet folds and closes her eyes at the sensation, getting lost on the memories of yesterday’s reunion. The hungry but reverent way he always touched her. And… God, she wanted him to be touching him for real right now. 

Betty lets her fingers move in circles on her clit, sighing, her other hand coming to cup her breast. She pinches her nipple and bites her lower lip as she tries not to make a sound. Her hips lift up a little, seeking release. A breathy groan leaves her lips and she opens her eyes, looking to her left before freezing when she sees blue eyes darkened with desire looking back at her. 

“Don’t stop.” he says. Not a suggestion, not a plea. An order. It makes her throat dry and blood catch fire at the intense look on his eyes. 

“Jug…” she says, breathless, still frozen in place. 

“Go on… don’t stop.” he tells her, licking his lips absently, not moving from his side of the bed. “Start slow.” 

Betty is compelled, as in a trance, she does as he says. Moving her fingers up and down slowly, never taking her eyes off his, her breath hitches. Jughead’s eyes are dark with want and it still makes her melt. 

“Juggie…” she begs him lightly, not really sure what she’s asking for. 

“No, I wanna see you touch yourself.” Jughead’s voice is hoarse, his hand lightly resting low on his stomach and his length now fully hard. 

“What about you?” She asks, breathy, thoughts cloudy. 

“Oh, I’ll be just fine enjoying the show.” Jughead replies, a shit-eating grin on his face for a moment before he lifts his arm to lay beneath his head, knowing full well how it makes his muscles flex and her mouth water.

Betty whimpers, still slowly touching herself, getting wetter by the second. His eyes roam over her body and it makes her back arch, pushing her breast up. He smirks softly at her like he knows what she’s doing but still not moving an inch. 

“Pinch your nipple.” He orders and she does. “Harder.” 

She follows his suggestions not once taking her eyes off him, moaning when he palms his length, her fingers circling her bundle of nerves quicker. 

“No, no. Slowly.” He reprimands, inching a little closer as  he inspects her work on herself.  As if this is the making of a masterpiece, and by the light in his eyes, it might as well be. “Don’t get impatient, babe. Now… start fingering yourself. Just one.” 

Betty lets her fingers drift down, until she can dip one of them onto her entrance slowly. But it’s not enough, she wants more. 

“What were you thinking about?” Jughead asks, eyes glued to her. “Just before you saw me looking at you.”

“Us.” Betty says, her finger slipping in and out of her centre. “Yesterday.” 

“Really?” Jughead hums, getting a tiny bit closer to her. “What exactly was I doing?” the glint in his eyes make her bite her lip in amusement and lust.

 “You were eating me out.” Betty tells him. 

“Was I?” He asks and she wants to wipe the grin of his face but she’s enjoying this too much. “How? I want you to tell me, Betts.” 

“Slowly, because you’re a jerk.” she replies, moaning a little at the end as she remembers. A new wave of warmth flooding her. His throat bobs a little. 

“That does sound like me…” he agrees. “Add another finger, Betty.” 

She does, closing her eyes at the sensation. A sigh escapes her lips as she moves her fingers in search of that spot within her.

 “Look at me, Betty.” Jughead’s voice makes her eyes pop open, he’s so close now. Betty leans forward a little to try and kiss him but he leans back with a chuckle. “Tell me more about what you were thinking.” 

“I…” She starts but stops when she feels the heel of her palm lightly touches her clit, inciting a mewl from her. “You were eating me out. You started slow but then you put your fingers in me as you bit my inner thigh.” She doesn’t have to look down to see the light marks there. 

“Keep going.” He says, lowering himself until he’s at eye level with her lower stomach, then lightly runs the tip of his nose over the skin. 

“You… You were looking up at me while you...Fuck, Juggie.” Betty is getting closer to her release, her fingers pumping in and out of her, the heel of her palm rubbing her bundle of nerves with every movement, tights quivering a little. 

“While I what, Betty?” Jughead asks. He moves slowly, tracing her skin with the tip of his nose, barely a caress. From her lower stomach up to her breast, where he stops, letting his breath fan over her delicate skin, making her moan. Jughead doesn’t stop staring at her as he leans forward and bites lightly on a nipple. 

“Juggie!” She whines, hips jerking. 

“Come on, baby.” He’s at eye level with her now, their faces enough apart that he can look into her eyes without getting crossed-eyed. “Harder.” 

Betty’s moves begin to lose tempo as she gets closer and closer to climax. She’s panting and moaning now, unable to speak as he watches her, completely enraptured. 

“You look so beautiful like this.” He says. “Make yourself come, Betts, come on…” 

And she does, it takes a few seconds before the coil inside of her snaps. Her thighs quiver and tighten around her hand as her back arches off the bed.

She’s breathing heavily with her eyes closed when she feels fingertips sliding down her arm before taking hold of her wrist. Betty opens her eyes just in time to see Jughead bring her fingers to his mouth and suck her juices off them. They moan at the same time. 

“Delicious.” he says, finally releasing her hand. Betty is on him in a second, kissing him passionately as she moves to straddle him. 

Jughead falls back on the bed, hugging her close to his body as they kiss. Betty bites his lower lip, a hand sliding to run through his hair. His hand roam on her back before moving to her ass, pressing her closer to where he wants her. His member touching her lower stomach and he hisses at the contact.

 “You think you’re funny… teasing me like that?” Betty asks him. She moves enough that her hot center is touching his length, sliding back and forth, making him clench his jaw. 

“Well… you did get to cum in the end.” he replies, voice hoarse, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that she wonders if they’ll leave a mark. “Some might say it’s my turn now.”

“We’ll see…” She tells him, but even as she teases, Betty lifts her hips, lining her entrance with him as she lowers herself on his member. They both moan, his grip on her hips tightens before releasing and coming to run the expanse of her back as she slowly rides him 

“Ah, baby, you feel so good.” Jughead says, hand coming to grope at her breast. Betty throws her head back, giving himself over to the sensations as she rides him, how full she feels. 

“Juggie… fuck me.” She pleads, movements erratic making her muscles ache with the effort. 

Suddenly, she’s on her back again, Jughead on top of her with his arms hooked under her shoulders to keep her close. The new angle might now put him as deep inside of her but she loves the weight of his body above her, the warmth of his skin. When they’re like this, Betty feels safe and loved, like nothing could ever tear them apart.

His mouth travels the expanse of her skin, anywhere he can reach, whispering sweet nothings over her pulse joint. Betty’s hands move to grab the globes of his ass, silently begging him for more before they go back to his back, embracing him. 

“I’m close, baby.” Jughead says, lightly biting her jaw, making his way to her mouth. “Touch yourself.” 

Betty isn’t sure she’s gonna last long enough to. Her fingers find her clit as his thrusts become rougher and shorter. 

“Fuck, Fuck!” Betty moans, her orgasm making her walls clench around his length, a sea of molten lava exploding inside of her, bringing him over the edge as well. 

Jughead grunts, his forehead landing on her collarbone as they pant, coming down from their high. It’s either an eternity or short seconds later, Betty can’t really tell, that he moves off her to lie at her side, a hand softly caressing her thigh.

 “I love you, Jug” She whispers, looking at him as he turns those beautiful blue eyes upon her. 

“I love you too, Betty Cooper” Jughead replies, his arm lifting so he can bug her closer to him. Betty cherishes the closeness, a hand on his chest. “Can we sleep now?” She laughs at his question, voice already drowsy with sleep, before moving to kiss him softly. 

“Yes, we can sleep now.” she tells him, closing her eyes as well.

lady and the guard

oneshot: where jon is sansa’s bodyguard in a modern au. feel free to send me prompts!

Sansa has never felt more uneasy dialing a number, as she has now, standing in a phone booth, in the middle of god knows where, using some spare change a waitress gave her. She stares at the 10 digits, triple-checking to make sure the numbers are correct, before gulping down a breath and pressing ‘SEND’.

It rings only once before she hears his voice. “This is Snow.” He sounds thoroughly exhausted, and the guilt hits her like a punch to the stomach.

She exhales hard, feeling the tears well up, but pulling herself together to reply, “Jon, it’s me.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Your story about Betty having a baby with Jughead but him not knowing is so good! I love the plot, if your up for it could you please write a part 5?!?

Okay! Thankyou!

Hunter padded through the upstairs apartment, his little feet making faint thumping sounds as he rounded the corner, running directly into Jughead who was cleaning off the living room table.

“Woah there, you got changed pretty fast. Are you some kind of superhero?” He raised a brow, bending down to the tiny toddlers level.

Hunter smiled wide and excited
“Superman. Mamma calls me super man!” He explained.

Jughead glanced up at the blonde in question as she leaned against the doorframe, a pair of child’s sized socks and a stuffed dog in her hands, she smiled at the two boys.

“Oh really?” Jughead questioned “well I’ve been told superman can fly? Do you want to try it out?”

The dark haired boys eyes grew wide with excitement and he looked to his mother for approval, something Jughead took note of. When Betty nodded and nudged her head, hunter clapped
“Yes please!”

Jughead picked up his son and lifted him in the air, putting him on his shoulders and running around the apartment as hunter squealed happily and clutched his father by the neck. After a few minutes Betty stepped into the room, her eyes shining with something Jughead couldn’t quite place.

“Alright my little airplane, it’s time for bed. I know hotdog sure is tired.” She held out the little white stuffed sheepdog, it looked eerily familiar to Jugheads childhood pet and it just so happened his pets name was hotdog as well.

“Okay mama.” The tired little boy agreed jovially, he was so simple, so obedient. He couldn’t help but stare in awe as Betty took him from his arms, she had raised him right.

The tiny makeshift family made their way to the light blue bedroom and Betty placed her son onto the soft grey sheets.
“Alright what’ll we have tonight?”

Hunter looked up,
“Jughead reads to me?” He asked, pulling an old soft cover edition of curious George out from under his pillow and holding it out to Jughead.

Jugheads eyes went wide and he glanced over at Betty, it was his turn to ask for permission. Betty’s eyes were surprisingly soft.
“Sure bug. Ya know Jughead used to read to me all the time. I remember him being pretty good.” She settled beside her sleepy son and Hunter patted the open space beside him.

“Cuddle. We have to” he explained in an almost bored tone. Apparently this was not up for discussion, not that Jughead was complaining.. at all.

Jughead began reading the book and smiled when both Betty and Hunter giggled at the best parts, almost near the end he felt a soft hand clutch his forearm, he looked up to see Betty with a finger on her lips as she glanced down at the now sleeping toddler.

They both slowly pulled themselves off the bed as Betty dropped a kiss to Hunters forehead and Jughead stared down, cautiously brushing a strand of dark black hair off of his sons face. When the door closed, Jughead slumped against it, he hadn’t realized how much love he felt for the little boy but after that.. it was a lot to take in.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She smiled reassuringly, she always knew when to give him space, Now was one of those times and he watched her walk from the hall.

His son was amazing, he was smart and kind and beautiful. He had missed so much of his life but there was still time, he could still show him what it meant to have a father, someone who loved him endlessly. And then there was Betty, she was so strong to do this all on her own, and then to let Jughead back into their lives, just like that. Not to mention she ran her own business as a single mother. She was amazing, she always had been. He wasn’t losing this, he couldn’t lose his family. It was something he never thought he could have, growing up his family had been in pieces, they were separated and he was always torn between two halves, he saw firsthand the way it destroyed his mother, he would never let that happen to Betty, not on his watch.

He moved into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Betty resting against the counter, two beers in her hand. She smiled when she saw him, holding out the cold beverage and taking a sip from her own.

“So daddy? How’s it feel?” She wasn’t being sarcastic or nasty, she was genuinely curious, if not a little nervous.

Jughead smiled dreamily
“He’s great, he’s so bright and well behaved. You’ve done such a good job Bets, I never thought.. I just… he’s such a good kid ya know? And he’s half me.” He shook his head disbelievingly and Betty laughed, taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch.

“I know, it still amazes me everyday. I’ve never regret a day of my life ever since I had him. He’s made me whole, given me something to live for. The first half of my pregnancy was … rough.” She explained, taking in his guilty eyes.
“It’s not your fault Juggie, it takes two to tango. I just thought… I didn’t know why you had left and my dad.. well let’s just say he didn’t want to have another daughter disgrace him, he told me a few times I would be better off dead.. and after hearing that so much, you start to believe it.”

Jughead fists clenched the arms of the dark brown couch, he wanted to kill Hal Cooper, he was a miserable excuse for a man. He prayed to god that man never crossed his path, sure he had grown but there would always be Southside in him, something popped in his head

“What about my dad.. does my dad know?” Jughead asked.

Betty shook her head and looked away.
“I went to see him, a few times actually but he wouldn’t let me in, I wrote letters and camped outside the trailer. I just wanted him to know.. but.. he wouldn’t let me in.”

Jughead bit back his growl, good old dad.

“You’re not him Jughead.”

He looked up surprised, even after all these years she could still read his thoughts.

“How do you know?” He asked desperately “I’ve never been a father, I don’t have the best example to look up too, how do you know I’m not just like him?”

Betty turned her body towards his on the couch
“Because then it would be okay to say that I’m my mother, I’ve proved myself as a parent so far, it’s your turn now.” Her hand raised to cup his cheek.
He closed his eyes, taking in the soft fingers he had always loved, the feeling of her touching his skin sent lightning shocks through his entire body and before he had a chance to speak a word her lips were on his.

After the immediate shock wore off, he devoured her, pulling her onto his lap, his hands hungrily touching every part of her body, he couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get close enough. She was a drug, heavy and addictive but she was also rehab and without her he would fade away. He had her slammed against the kitchen cabinets in seconds flat, her lips came to his ear and she whispered

“Take me to bed Juggie.”

That.. well that he could do.