i always laugh at this stupid part

In Reverse.

Just an idea that i have in mind. 

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Lance had many hidden talents. He could sing, he could play the guitar, and was the only one in his family that could rival his mother cooking. 

And, to everyone’s surprise, he was really good at flirting. Yes, he liked to joke around and tell girls stupid pick-up-lines, but he knew none of the things he said were going to get him somewhere with them. To be honest, it was only a game for him. 

His stupid flirting always got people to laugh, to relax, which was his main goal. 

But his actual flirting? Well, it always got him whatever he wanted.

Do you want to get into a place for free? Just bat your eyes and giggle a little. If you can, show a bit of skin. Do you need a favor? Call the person pretty names, hug them. Be a little more touchy, but still keep a distance. You don’t want them to think they can touch you whenever they want. Do you need money or need to buy something? Well, you need to work more for that one. Be nice, have little details with them. Hug them, hold their hand. Let them know that you care and you want something more than just a friendship even when you don’t. Be subtle, act naive and just drop hints that you want or need things. If you have them well wrapped around your finger, they will get anything that you ask for just to make you happy. Don’t forget to give them a few kisses, you need to keep them interested! If they start asking for more just leave them immediately.

To be honest, Lance was not… Truly proud of this talent. He didn’t like playing with other people’s feelings, but he did what he had to do to help his family. They didn’t have much money, and his mother and father struggled a lot to make sure they could attend to school and had something to eat everyday. 

His flirtation was something he did to have fun once in a while, but after he realised how much he was getting from it he started taking advantage. At first they were simply stuff. Being able to go to places without spending a penny was good. He could still have fun without wasting his parents money on unnecessary things.

But then he started meeting new people. And these persons he met were wealthy as fuck. And Lance use this on his favor… He befriend them, he started flirting, and then manipulated into paying his family debts. Of course, for them it was nothing. Just more money to throw away in order to impress Lance and get on his good side. 

For him? It meant everything when the bills arrived and saw the relief and confusion on his parents faces.

He stopped doing when he thought it was enough and spent the rest of his days studying to get a full scholarship on the Garrison to try to fufill his dream of becoming a pilot to travel the universe. 

Of course, he never expected going so soon and becoming a part of as important as Voltron. To be honest, Lance felt really out of place. All of his teammates had amazing skills and great things to offer. Him? He didn’t have much, really. His talents weren’t a thing people usually looked for in a warrior.

Yes, he was smart ans was getting so much better in battle. But he didn’t have anything especial. 

They took Zarkon down. They didn’t kill him, but he was to hurt to keep fighting. Everyone saw this as an opportunity to take the Galra Empire down now once and for all thinking that now they didn’t have a ruler it was going to be much easier. 

Needless to say, they were wrong. 

A new ruler arrived. His name? Lotor. An old friend of princess Allura. He asked for an audience with her. She accepted, claiming that she once knew him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt. 

They introduced themselves to the prince after he greeted Allura. They took their helmets off. Lance didn’t fail to notice the look Lotor was giving him. 

Lotor was… Different. For the way he talked, everyone could see Lotor wasn’t too comfortable with following his father’s wishes, but was too loyal to go agaisnt him. 

The prince, unlike his father, had feelings.

Voltron and Allura talked with the prince for hours. Once they realised they wouldn’t conviced Lotor to give up the fight, Allura changed the topic to more personal matters. Even when he was an enemy, he used to be her friend and was the only one apart from Coran and Zarkon who was left from her time. 

Lance stared at the prince, shared some coy smiles and exchange a few words. When they changed from room, he put himself besides him and touch his shoulder after telling a joke. 

Some laughed, some rolled their eyes. 

Maybe he wasn’t as skillful as his friends, but Lance wasn’t an idiot either. If there was something Lance knew how to do, it was playing with people’s feelings.

The prince blushed, and he called it a victory.



I asked myself many times, “what if instead of Lotor manipulating Lance feelings, it was Lance who did the manipulating?”  and this came out. i may write more if people like this ???? and leave comments ???? idk love you all ♥  

Humans are Space Orcs

I jumped onto the train for awhile now but now I have to contribute to it in some way.

Teens.

I ain’t talking about the stereotypical teens that adults always talk about, I’m talking about the dorks that still laugh at the iCUP joke.
But like…aliens don’t know how teens are because all they have heard from adults is how stupid and immature teens could be.
“Their rebellious and they won’t appreciate a single thing you do for them.” Human Rachel growled. “I wouldn’t want them as part of the crew.”
“But were you not a ‘teen’ once yourself?” Srytx gurgle, slightly confused.
“Exactly.” She huffed. “So I know how they work. Take it from me, teens aren’t what you want Srtyx.”
From the little warnings the adult humans have given the aliens makes them all worry as inevitably they are forced to harbor the human teens as well.
There were many things Gypr was afraid of, but this had his pelt flash blue in worry. If the humans were warning them about their own kin was not something that stirred well in his glands.
He shook his head and walked into the room that harbored the teens and two adults.
Some were as small as 4 ft while others simply towered over most adults. They all seemed dissinterested, some of the females talking in a corner while the males were being annoyingly loud. There were groups of mixed genders and others with only a single gender.
Gypr let our a shrill whistle between his fangs causing the humans present to turn to him. The two adults looked severely unconfortable which was understandable, his species did not give off peaceful vibes they were predatory by nature.
“Welcome humans,” Gypr announced. “Human adults will you please go in through that door they have a conference there for the human adults alone. Many of our other humans have said it is best to seperate the youth from them.”
The two adults nodded and turned to give biting glares at the teens. Some payed close attention while the other sniffed and turned away.
“Don’t cause trouble.” The human male growled before they both walked off into the room.
Gypr was slightly confused, they were not very friendly with each other.
As soon as the door closed, Gypr was able to see something…odd.
The loud teens from before continued to make and Crack jokes which eased some of the teens within the group. They positioned themselves to be more of a circle rather than the scattered mess they were in before.
The girls glanced around almost disinterested, but Gypr could see that they were looking for something.
Two teens stepped forward, one a male and the other a female.
The male bowed while the female gave a nod of her head.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The male smiled when he rose.
“Sup dude.” The female echoed. “I’m Angel and this is my friend Stan, we were informed that you’d be helping us out till we moved onto another ship?”
“Yes of Course I am Gypr,” the alien hummed. “I was told by several humans that you do not obey simple rules, I must inform you that anyone that breaks the rules will be punished by the other humans as the captain sees fit.”
“Oh the adults told you that hu?” Human Angel snorted. “Of course they would, stupid ass adults don’t know what the hell their talking about.”
“What my friend means,” Stan interjected. “Is that we understand the implications given, and I assure you no one in our crew will step out of line.”
Gypr, slightly confused, nodded. He started to walk, knowing that the humans would follow.
“Hey Gypr,” Human angel raced to stand next to him. “I have a few questions, and I was hoping you’d be able to answer them.”
“Of course anything you need Human angel.”
Angel stood in front of him stopping them from moving any further.
“You are going to show us our rooms right?”
“That was the plan Human angel.”
“Are we going to be situated with any of the adults?”
“Yes unfortunately we do not have rooms for every single person, so we Andre forced to compromise. Their are ten people to a room Human angel.”
“Are we allowed to choose who we go with and who goes with the adults?”
“The captain nor the humans malentioned any rooming arrangements so I assume it is fine, unless situated otherwise. There are 30 of you we have two open rooms for 10 each but the others will be scattered with human adults.”
Gypr was expecting anger and fighting amongst the group. But Human angel and human Stan only nodded.
“Okay that’s good,” Human Stan grinned. “Are we forced to do any activities with adults?”
“No, adults mentioned that they would not get any work done with younglings like yourself in the immediate vicinity, so you will not interact with any adults unless you so desire.”
Gypr was surprised when about eight of the teens sobbed in relief, earning pats and hugs from their other humans. Gypr surprise and confusion must have shown as Human Stan came to explain.
“Some of us have had bad run in with adults, they treat us like kids and in turn brush us aside, however their are a few of us who have been wronged by adults and we wish to keep them as far apart as possible.” Human Stan explained. “Adults categorize us a certain way because they believe that they know what is best despite us being perfectly capable of making our own decisions. Not all of us are like that, but in my group we try our bests. Please exuse me and angel as we wish to comfort our friends.”
Human Stan bowed again before racing off to hold one of his shaking male friends.
“Human Angel, I was unaware that Human Adults did not treat all you’d fairly.” Gypr was slightly horrified.
Angel shrugged.
“Trust us, some of us were the same way. It took forever to realize what’s wrong with our crew, and we can’t really do much about it either. There are a lot of humans that do not understand the precious life that we hold and will often abuse it as they wish. It is not only human adults who do this, but Human elderly, teens and children as well.” Human Angel sighed miserably, a sound that Gypr was told teens do not make. “Everything is so jacked up Gypr, but we learn to deal with what we have. I promise you we will try our best to not cause any trouble but please note that if push comes to shove we will probably be yelling at the other human adults aboard. It is not out of rebellion but we are all tired of the way we are treated arena as such arguments happen.”
Gypr stood staring at her with his three eyes, he would need to update the manual on human teens.
He stood staring as the human teens eventually calmed each other down and we’re ready to start moving once again.
“You have not mentioned to called you only by name Human Angel and Human Stan, most other Humans are irritated by being called Human before their name.” Gypr rumbled as they stopped for lunch.
“Not all of us are like that.” Human Stan supplied. “But if it makes you feel more comfortable calling us that way, by all means go ahead. Just remember some human won’t always appreciate the way you speak.”
Gypr looked down as his meal, his pelt flashing green as he calmed himself.
Human teens were most mesmerizing.

anonymous asked:

Best of Alex's stage antics from the eycte tour in your opinion? My personal favorite is him lying down on the camera track and in a very animated manner pretending like he's going to be hit by a train

by “best” do you mean “worst”?? lol i hate him. jk. well half kidding hahaha i love him and i hate him.

the train crash reenactment was indeed very dramatic hahaha

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i’m personally fond of the very first time he lied down on stage and did bicycle legs, before it was something to be expected at nearly every show lmao

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i also have a personal fondness for the time he did it at lolla since it was right in front of me lol

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and when he performed from the balcony in a bath robe

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the absolute WORST was in dublin when he lied down on his back and then like…scooted/wiggled across the stage??? i was very disappointed last week to find out that video has been deleted and as far as i know there isn’t any other evidence of it happening.

i’ve always thought his singing to the camera at rock en seine was genuinely cute and funny, if that’s considered an antic

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and then there was the stage crawling lmao

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i always laugh when he does this to miles during i want you in tokyo

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OH MY GOD I FORGOT ALEX THE CONTEMPORY DANCER. that one might be my favorite hahaha

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the pillows at le nuits de fourvière

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stupid ass motherfucker lip syncing miles’ part

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OH MY GOD THIS. this was DANGEROUS. ALEX NO

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his kangaroo hopping always makes me laugh

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“she loves me, she loves me not”

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whatever the fuck this is

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there isn’t a video, but this dumbass and his cheeseburgers

[x] i’m excluding the cheeseburger to the groin since that happened to him, it wasn’t intended to be an antic lol

when he does the thing with miles’ mic stand in this video

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“welcome aboard everybody”

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the time he danced like groot

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alex “pay attention to me” turner

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when he stole someone’s sunglasses in santa ana

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and his dolphin dive at coachella

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also when he runs around the stage during les cactus at rock en seine, but i can’t find a gif lol.

i’m excluding any milex antics because this is already long enough, but pretty much everything i didn’t include but would is in this video haha

Talk to me Baby

Summary: The reader has feelings for Jughead, but is too afraid to act on them. Archie and Betty push the reader to do something about it, especially when the drive in has it’s “closing for good” premiere. The reader soon learns that in Riverdale, anything is possible. 

Word count: 5473

Author’s note: Okay Jughead might just be my favorite character to write and my mind is flooding with more ideas! Get ready for smut, but when you’re reading my stuff thats kinda a no brainer;) As always, tell me what you think!

You were sitting at a lunch table with Betty and Archie trying to make it through another pointless day of school. School seemed like the least important thing when a fellow classmate had just been murdered and nearly everyone in this town was hiding something.

Suddenly Jughead stormed over to you guys with a paper in hand. He slammed it down onto the table getting everyone’s attention, “ They’re shutting down the drive in! Just when I thought Riverdale still had some redeeming qualities they’re shutting down the one thing with actual character in this damn town!”.

Betty put her hands up in a calming manner, “ Woah Juggy….explain”. You slid the paper closer to you and Archie as you read the article. Jughead continued, “ Read it and weap; Twilight Drive-In Will No Longer Twinkle”.

Archie giggled, “ It is creative Jug, you gotta at least give em that”.  Jughead was still fuming and you hated yourself for thinking it but damn he looked good angry. He hovered over the table, “ They don’t understand how important the drive in is!! It’s a beacon of hope is this otherwise poorly lit town!”.

Reading the article aloud you said, “ Twilight Drive-In bought by anonymous buyer, and soon to be torn down immediately after one last showing”. This added to the list of mysterious things that were currently happening in Riverdale.

Betty smiled, “ Well hey at least we can hang out there one more time! We should all go together, I’ll ask Kevin and Veronica to come!”. Jughead sat down taking his beanie off and running his hands through his hair, obviously stressed.

Groaning he said, “ I know Betty but I just hate that there even has to be a last time, it seems like everything good in this town is going to die along with Jason”. For a moment no one knew how to reply to that, it seemed like things were falling apart.

You took a breath in, “ Look Jughead it fucking sucks that the drive in is going to be taken away from us but two things; One- that doesn’t mean we won’t have a place to hangout we can use Archie’s garage and watch movies!”.

Jughead picked up his head to actually listen to you so you continued, “ Two, if you’re especially angsty the entire time you’re not even going to enjoy saying bye”. Betty nodded her head agreeing with what you’d said.

He placed his beanie on his head again, “ Fine (y/n) you’re right but isn’t our most important inalienable right as Americans the right to complain?”. You rolled your eyes and watched the smirk appear across his face.

Archie added, “ She’s right Juggy we can use a projector and white sheet and boom my garage is a mini drive in!”. Betty explained that she could provide both of those things, and reassured him that by no means was it a true end.

He shook his head, “ Alright guys consider me cheered up, BUT we all have to go to the drive in together to send it off the right way”. Of course you all agreed and it was a plan. He added, “ And (y/n) you better be there suffering with me”. Betty got up, “ Alright Jughead why don’t we write our own take on this all?”.

Jughead got up, “ Welcome to your tape anonymous buyer”. They both got up and went to go write for the Blue and Gold, leaving you and Archie alone. You moved so you were now sitting across from him.

He grinned, “ So I guess that’s a date huh?”. You felt a blush creep over your face but still wanted to remain casual, “ What’s a date?”. You knew he was talking about what Jughead had said but you didn’t want to make more out of it.

You really liked Jughead but you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same way. That was an understatement, you were madly in love with him. You’d never met anyone like him before, and you knew noone else could ever compare. Archie rolled his eyes, “ Come on (y/n) why do you always deny things”.

Sighing you explained, “ It was just a comment Archie not an invitation-”. You realized how bad your wording had been when he wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Archie smirked, “ What exactly do you want an invitation for (y/n)?”.

Trying to ignore how red you were you said, “ Shut up Archie we can’t all be confident football captains who are simultaneously rockstars”. Archie always insisted that you were just in your own head but it was hard for you to be confident.

He sighed, “ You’re my bestfriend (y/n) and I’m telling you that you have no reason to be insecure! I know Jughead pretty well by now and he likes you”. No matter what he’d say you’d never be able to believe him.

The bell rang but he held up a finger, “ Tonight you’re finally acting on your feelings because I’m not going to be so silent of a wingman anymore!”. Shaking your head you agreed, hoping it would end this topic of conversation.

As you walked to class together Archie winked, “ Who knows maybe you’ll see him in nothing but that stupid beanie of his”. Laughing you hit him in the arm, he always knew how to cheer you up.

You parted ways as Archie went to geometry and you went to your independent study; aka a free period where you pretended to write for the Blue and Gold with Betty. When you walked in Betty was so preoccupied she didn’t even notice you.

Sitting down next to her you asked, “ What’s wrong Betty?”. She was typing away, but seemed completely stressed out.

Looking up from the screen she replied, “Where do I begin? My parents are fighting, Polly won’t come home, I have to write for my parents news paper, edit my article, AND interview Jughead about the Drive- In!”.

Betty got a look on her face and you knew you were in for it, “ Unless you interview Jughead for me tonight!!”. You shook your head but she’d already taken both your hands in hers, she was way too excited.

She nearly screamed, “ This is perfect! Now you have an excuse to be alone with Jughead and you’ll actually be doing something for this class!”. She’d set her mind to something and there was no changing that.

Reluctantly you agreed, “ Fine, but don’t get your hopes up Betty”. She nodded her head and beamed with excitement. Between her and Archie you never heard the end of it, they SWORE Jughead liked you.

Betty clapped her hands, “ Okay the show is at six tonight, come to my house around five to get ready and we’ll go together!”. You nodded your head and felt the butterflies in your stomach thinking about what tonight could bring.

For the rest of the period you helped Betty edit her article, and gave her advice about the other five-hundred topics that were stressing her out. Betty had been a close friend of yours for a long time and any chance you could repay her for how much she’s helped you you’d take.

Before you knew it the bell rang which meant school was over and you were closer to your “date” with Jughead. Walking out of the room Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s the night (y/n)”. How happy she was for you made you smile.

Archie caught back up with you, “ Tonight’s the night?”. You automatically rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face. Walking out of school you replied, “ Betty’s making me interview Jughead tonight so we’ll be alone”.

Pushing open the door for you he whistled, “ Tonight is the night then”. You stopped in your tracks, you’d had enough of the teasing today. Archie put his hands up defensively, “ I’m just happy for you (y/n), I want something to happen because I know you want it”.

You couldn’t be angry for that, “ All right Arch, just tone it down with the teasing?”. He nodded his head and continued to walk you home. Archie was neighbors with Betty, and they both lived down the street from you.

Betty would’ve walked with you but she went right to her parents paper. You were on your street when Archie asked, “ You trust me right (y/n)”. It seemed like such a pointless question so just told him yes.

He continued, “ Then why do you think I’m always setting you up for failure when I tell you to go for Jughead?”. You weren’t expecting it to be that deep of a question and you didn’t know what to say for a moment.

You answered honestly, “ It’s because I can’t see someone feeling that way about me Archie…”. He turned around to face you, making you stop in your tracks. Archie raised an eyebrow, “ You’re kidding right?”.

You avoided his gaze and he knew you were serious. He placed a hand on your shoulder, “ I love you so much (y/n) and I just wish you could see what I see….what EVERYONE sees! You deserve to be happy because you make so many people happy! You’re one of the reasons this town doesn’t completely suck!”.

You couldn’t help but smile, you knew he was being sincere. He smiled too, “ See there it is, that contagious happiness! And no one needs that more that Jughead, he’s happier when you’re around (y/n)”.

Archie never really got this emotional often, which is why it was so different this time. You actually started to believe him, “ Alright Arch I believe you I just have to keep repeating what you’re saying when I’m insecure”.

He placed a hand over his chest, “ Thank god, I was starting to feel like Betty and that is a lot to handle”. You both started to laugh as you continued to walk home. Smiling to yourself you realized how lucky you were to have the friends you did.

They were such great people and if they saw something in you than damn straight you should also see it. You reached Archie’s house, “ Alright (y/n) remember, tonight is mission finally getting the happiness you deserve”.

You saluted him, “ Alright Sergeant Andrews, mission accepted”. He shook his head laughing, “ Fuck you really are perfect for Jughead”. With that he closed his door, leaving you to finish walking home.

It was another minute walk at the most until you got to your house. You walked through your front door and went right to your room, plopping down onto your bed. Looking at your phone you realized it was already four which meant you had an hour to kill.

You also saw that you’d gotten a text from Jughead that read, “ You better not flake tonight, it takes two to drown in misery”. Smiling to yourself Jughead filled your thoughts again, thinking about him made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Replying you said, “ I thought it took two to tango…mixing your metaphors Juggy how irresponsible”. After sending the text you placed your phone down, and did what ever you could to kill your remaining hour.

Jughead smiled when he read your text, you always knew how to make him laugh. He picked his head up from his phone when Archie threw a pillow at him, obviously wanting his attention. Archie teased, “ You’re texting her aren’t you?”.

Jughead threw the pillow back, “ You’ll need a search warrant to go any further Arch”. Jughead of course was just kidding, he had no problem talking about you to him. Archie laughed, “ I don’t need anything to know when she texts you, it says it all right on your face”.

Jughead laughed, “ I’m that easy to read huh? I guess I’ve been perfecting my “nothing to hide here” face for no reason”.  Archie laughed while moving to the edge of his bed, and Jughead knew he was in for a talk.

Jughead spoke first, “ Don’t worry Archie I know how the birds and bees work”. Archie rolled his eyes, sometimes Jughead just complicated things. He got serious, “ Look Juggy tonight really is special”.

Jughead smiled, “ Why exactly is tonight special Archie?”. He was playing dumb, he knew it had something to do with you but he wanted to see what Archie would say. Archie continued, “ If you want to make a move do it tonight Jug”.

Jughead laughed, “ Seriously Archie?”. He’d gotten super serious over something as simple as (y/n)? Archie held up a finger, “ Jughead you’re taking two long! I know how much you care about her but it’s about time you show her!”.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, “ What should I say, Hey (y/n) could you pass me the popcorn oh and by the way I love you?”. Archie’s jaw dropped, did Jughead just say he was in love with you? Jughead put his hands up, “ No nope don’t go making a big deal out of-”.

It was too late Archie was already standing up, “ Fuck Juggy I knew you liked her but I didn’t know you loved her!”. Jughead didn’t know how to act or even how to respond. He shook his head, “ I love (y/n) okay? I Jughead Jones am in love and by god if you-”.

Archie was smiling like a madman, “ Jug I’m not going to make fun of you, now I’m going to judge you even more if you don’t make a move”. Now Jughead was stressed out again and Archie could tell.

Jughead was pacing, “ It’s just scary okay? I ALWAYS know what to say but when it comes to that?”. Archie couldn’t help but laugh, it wasn’t often that Jughead Jones couldn’t find the words.

Archie intervened, “ Why not let your body talk for you?”. Jughead tilted his head to the side and gave him a classic, “ what the hell Arch” look. Archie laughed, “ Just a joke Jughead, just a joke”.

Jughead wasn’t amused, “ We can’t all be James Deans and Archie Andrews!”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ But you’re more than enough for her Jug, god you two are both so insecure towards the other”.

Archie continued, “ She’s too scared to say it Jughead but I think she loves you too”. Jughead couldn’t help but smile, he never thought you’d feel that way. He smiled, “ Alright Archie don’t worry I know this was enough bromance for you we can go back to talking about….sports…”.

Archie smiled back, “ Sure because we talk about sports all the time Juggy”. They both laughed feeling completely content with the way things were going. They’d never admit it but it felt good to be able to talk about emotional stuff with the other, a brotherhood they never thought they’d get.

You had about five minutes to spare but you’d picked out the perfect outfit. It was a black t-shirt dress with white hightop converse, you felt confident but casual. Anyways you knew Betty would insist on doing your makeup and hair.

Grabbing both your purse and makeup bag you headed towards Betty’s house. Looking at your phone you saw it was ten minutes past five o’clock, and you texted Betty to let her know you were downstairs.

It took her two seconds to rush down the stairs and greet you, “ Come on in (y/n), also that’s a really cute outfit!”. She took your hand and lead you upstairs to her room where you both could finish getting ready.

She had her outfit laid out on her bed, light blue jeans with a yellow blouse and ballerina flats. You smiled, “ I like what you have planned to wear Betty it’s super cute!”.You weren’t facing her so you couldn’t see what she was doing.

Betty had walked to her window where she saw Archie and they both winked at each other, their plan coming together.  They each gave a thumbs up before closing their blinds and continuing with their plan.

Their plan was to make sure that both you and Jughead finally made a move tonight, and to do this they talked you both up. Betty and Archie just wanted to see their best friends happy together, because they knew that’s what you both wanted.

Turning around Betty smiled, “ Aww thanks (y/n)! How are you feeling about tonight, any better?”. Smiling to yourself you couldn’t help but think about how this was the 100th time you’d have to talk about “tonight”.

You replied, “ Better actually after talking with Archie, I’m still nervous but not as nervous as I was”. Betty didn’t know whether to be happy Archie had gotten through to you or jealous that she hadn’t first.

She was glad regardless, “ Really? I’m surprised, but of course still extremely happy! Now are you actually going to make a move?”. Rolling your eyes you didn’t know how much more Jughead talk you could take.

You explained, “ Yes, whatever happens will happen okay? The first thing I say to him isn’t going to be, “ So what do you think about the drive in closing oh and by the way I love you”.

Betty clapped her hands together, “ Love?!!! Oh my god (y/n) LOVE I didn’t think it was this serious oh my god you’re in love…my bestfriend is in love…with my other best friend!!”. Betty was like a snowball rolling down a hill getting bigger and bigger until it explodes.

Going over to her you put your hands on her shoulders, “ Betty calm down…it’s just a word okay?”. You wanted to downplay the whole thing when in reality you knew it was much more than just a word.

She raised an eyebrow, “ Just a word? Do you think that’s just a word to Jughead or-”. You had to cut her off before this spiraled, “ I don’t even want to think about how he’d take things okay? We’re getting WAY ahead of ourselves here like I’m pretty sure you’re hearing church bells”.

Betty started to laugh, “ Okay okay I’m sorry it just makes me so happy because I know how much he cares about you…and to hear you love him! Things couldn’t be more perfect!”. She’d calmed down by now and you were eager to just get the night started and end all this build up.

You smiled, “ Okay good, now how about you help me finish getting ready?”. Betty’s grin returned and she nodded her head. She sat you down in her chair and started to do your makeup, a simple look but with a red lip.

After she was done with your makeup she just looked at you in awe, “ You look so beautiful (y/n)”. Smiling you thanked her, and she then started your hair. Betty did loose curls and it was your favorite look.

When she was finally done you turned around and hugged her, “ Betty I love it, this just boosted my confidence by a thousand!”. She just beamed with happiness as she hugged you back, Betty was just thrilled she could help.

Looking at your phone you realized that it was now time to leave if you wanted to get to the drive in on time. As Betty lead you down the stairs you could see her excitement for tonight growing.

Getting into Betty’s car she laughed, “ You know I’ve been so preoccupied I don’t even know what movie they’re playing”. Laughing you realized you had no idea either. You added, “This is going to be a great article when the last thing I’ve been thinking about is the drive in”.

Within ten minutes you guys arrived at the drive-in and were greeted by both Archie and Jughead. Looking Jughead over you realized how good he looked, he was wearing a black tee with a flannel, back jeans, converse, and of course a beanie.

Somehow you’d both managed to match and you knew Betty was telling herself, “ More proof they’re soulmates”. Jughead looked you over and smiled, “ I can’t place my finger on it but for some reason I really like your style (y/n)”.

He of course was pointing out how similar you both looked, “ Great minds think alike Juggy, and I’m the greatest”. If you’d have looked at Archie and Betty you would’ve seen how happy they were to see you guys flirt.

Betty intervened, “ I guess you should start the interview and Archie and I will find the others”. She couldn’t have been more obvious, but at this point both you and Jughead didn’t mind.

Jughead extended a hand, “ Adventure awaits (y/n), and with it the most astonishing article to ever meet the Blue and Gold”. Betty laughed and made Archie follow her to the concession stand.

Taking his hand you replied, “ Well then who am I to stop such a monumental moment in high school journalism history”. The second you held Jughead’s hand it send shivers down your spine, and it was only the slightest touch.

Jughead lead you to where, “ The magic happens” as he would like to say. Looking around the room you saw the old movie reel, a bunch of old posters, and a small couch. You smiled, “ So what movie are we watching tonight?”.

He clicked his tongue to fake scold you, “ Not even knowing the movie I’ll be showing tonight? That’s just irresponsible interviewing there (y/n)”. You instantly laughed knowing he was just teasing you, and it felt good to see him smile.

After a moment he told you the truth, “ I decided to go soft and select “ It’s a wonderful life” because it’s a classic love story”. You raised an eyebrow, you didn’t expect him to go that route.

You’d never see the movie before, “ What is it about Juggy?”. By now you were standing in front of the movie reel, wanting to know how it worked. You were surprised when you felt him stand behind you and put his hands over yours.

Turning your head your face was inches from his, “ Why don’t I explain it to you while I show you how this works”. You felt his hot breath against your ear and which caused your mind to drift.

All you managed to do was nod your head, the anticipation getting to you.  As he guided your hands over the machine he spoke softly into your ear, “ It’s about a man who wishes he was never born and then an angel comes along to make it true-”.

You turned around to face him, concerned about how much he might relate to the movie. His body was still pressed against yours as you asked, “ Why does he wish he’d never been born?”.

Jughead smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek, “ Doesn’t matter (y/n) because he soon learns how lucky he is…and he falls in love”. You started to realize how much more this movie choice represented.

You placed a hand on his chest, “ Falls in love?” your voice was obviously shaky. Jughead licked his lips, “ He learned the true impact he had on those around him and finally went for what he wanted”.

Instinctively you leaned your head forward and Jughead leaned in as well. Jughead crashed his lips against yours, months of angst finally fizzling away. To your surprise he lifted you up and moved you towards the couch.

He slowly fell onto the couch and kept you on top of him so you were straddling him. As he kissed your neck you jokingly asked, “ What about the interview Juggy?”. To answer you he sucked your skin, causing you to groan.

He kissed his way up your neck until his lips grazed your ear, “ The only words I want to hear are you telling me exactly how to make that pretty little pussy of yours cum”. You nearly gasped, you’d never have expected Jughead to talk like that.

Dirty talk was a huge turn on for you and to know Jughead Jones loved it too, well fuck maybe you were soul mates. Smirking you replied, “ Keep talking like that and we’ll get there soon enough”.

You felt him smile against your skin and you thought you’d melt right then and there. His hands slid up your legs, bringing the hem of your dress with them. Jughead rested his hands on your hips, he wanted you so badly but he didn’t want to rush things.

Smirking you pulled your dress over your head as you took if off completely, “ Finally go for what you want Jug”. You hinted to what he’d said about the movie earlier, wanting him to know you felt the same way without flat out saying it.

As a response he took off his own shirt and then collided his lips with yours. His hands roamed all over your body, he didn’t know what he was searching for. Truth be told he wanted to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming, slumped over his computer.

You started to undo his pants and slide them down his body, barely any layers left separating you. Jughead kissed from your lips down your neck, and stopped at the valley of your chest.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back as he undid your bra slowly letting it fall off. The second your bra hit the ground your nipples became erect because of the cold air. Jughead moved his lips to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it.

Moaning you encouraged him, “ Shit Jug that feels so good”. With that he started to suck, and massasged your other breast with his hand. Jugheads tongue felt so good on your sensitive nipples and you felt yourself getter wetter and wetter.

Subconsciously you started to grind your hips against him, needing more. Jughead groaned, “ Such a tease baby”. Hearing him call you a pet name turned you on even more so you ran your hands through his hair.

He moaned, “ How do you know all the little things that turn me on (y/n)?”. You just shook your head licking your lips, eager for what would happen next. He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Talk to me baby”.

Resting both hands on his bare chest you answered, “ I need you Jughead, make me yours”. Waiting for his answer you grind yourself against him again, and felt his member press against you.

He just shakes his head with a smile on his face, “ Those are the only words I’ve wanted to hear my entire life (y/n)”. Jughead kissed you again, this time the kiss was extremely needy. With his hands he helped slide down your panties until you shifted to take them off.

It was your turn to whisper in his ear, “ I believe the saying is an eye for a eye”. Getting the hint he took off his own underwear, and you licked your lips taking him in. Jughead was bigger than you’d thought, but there was no complaining.

He shook his head, “ Fuck you’re perfect for me”. You slid off Jughead’s lap and kneeled before him, your face inches away from his erection. Looking up to him you saw how lust blown his pupils were, and when you slowly licked up his shaft his eyes opened wide.

When you got to the tip you swirled your tongue around, “ Talk to me baby”. If Jughead weren’t so insanely turned on he would’ve made a comment about you mocking him. He shakily said, “ I want you to taste me”.

Smirking you kissed back down his shaft, sucking when you got to his balls. Jughead moaned, it was like you knew exactly where to touch him. Grinning you asked, “ Does that feel good Juggy?”.

He bit his lip, you were really asking for it now, “ That feels so fucking good you little tease”. Smiling you continued, flicking your tongue over his tip tasting the precum. Feeling confidant you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, while holding eye contact.

Jughead watched you, he never thought he could be this turned on. You started to bob your head up and down, picking up speed. He threw his head back, “ Oh god (y/n)”. With your free hand you massaged his balls, wanting to throw him over the edge.

You continued sucking, shifting from going fast to going slow, and stayed like that for a couple minutes. It was so beautiful to know how good you were making him feel, and such a turn on to know he was watching you nearly mesmerized.

Jughead groaned, “ Keep looking at me like that and this is all going to be over soon” and with that he picked you back up so you were on his lap again. Your lips found each other again and the kiss made you wetter and wetter.

Putting a hand on his chest you broke the kiss, “ I want you Jughead…I need you”. He looked apprehensive, like he wasn’t sure if you actually wanted him. You took his face in your hands, “ Jughead Jones I love you”.

You watched his face change as your words hit him, you watched the happiness spread throughout him. Jughead looked so blissful, “ I love you so much (y/n)”. Wanting to preserve the moment you started to kiss again.

You felt his member press against you and so you moved your hips forward. Getting the hint Jughead laid down on his back, putting you on top of him. His back rested against the arm of the couch, propping him up. Biting your lip you lowered yourself onto him, adjusting to his size.

Jughead moaned as he felt himself slide into you, your walls pressing against him. Slowly you moved your hips back and forth, still adjusting. As you leaned forward Jughead massaged your breast again.

You moaned his name when you felt him lightly tweak your sensitive nipples. Needing more you picked up your speed, and he was moaning right along with you. He kissed up your neck, “ That’s it baby, just like that”.

His hands rested on your hips guiding you even more. Feeling yourself getting closer you went faster. Jughead started to thrust his hips up, needing more too. You leaned forward so much that he started to suck your nipples, “ Fuck Jughead I’m close”.

He took his mouth off to only say, “ Cum for me baby”. You knew he was just as close because he thrust started getting sloppier. Resting both hands on his chest you started to move your hips in a circular motion making him enter you deeper.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer, “ Jughead I’m going to-”. He thrust inside you deeper and faster, “ Me too (y/n) fuck”. Closing your eyes your orgasm shook throughout your entire body.

You felt your walls clench against him and Jughead twitch inside you. All you could do was moan his name as your orgasm made every nerve in your body tremble. Jughead was right there with you, moaning and panting.

After riding out your orgasm you rested your head in the crook of his neck. He smiled, “Why did we wait so long (y/n)?”. Looking up to him you kissed his neck, “ Love makes you do crazy things Juggy”.

The moment was ruined when you heard banging on the door, making you both spring to action. You rushed to put on your dress and answer the door as Jughead threw on his pants. Opening the door you saw Archie standing there with a smug look on his face, knowing perfectly well why you looked so worn out.

He smirked, “ It’s so weird the movie ended thirty minutes ago but somehow you both didn’t realize and so we wanted to make sure things were alright”. Both Betty and Kevin stood behind Archie.

Walking over to the door, still shirtless, Jughead spoke up, “ Real smooth Archie, I’m sure concern was your only motive and totally not curiosity”. To your surprise Jughead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body.

Archie’s smirk grew, “ Of course Juggy, we wanted to see if you guys were up for Pop’s or if you’d be too worn out from your…interview…”. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke and you shook your head.

Jughead looked to you, “ Actually (y/n) and I have worked up quite the appetite, journalism is so straining…how about you buy us a fries and milkshakes?”.

Before Archie could reply you added, “ I’m sure you’d love to Arch, put all that concern to good use”. Archie just smiled knowing he’d been beat, and gave you both a minute to get ready.

When you were done Jughead took your hand and you were all ready to go to Pop’s. You felt ready to conquer the world, you were in love with Jughead Jones and Jughead Jones loved you back.

Andrew is at least one child's favourite athlete (Andrew and Kids Part Two)

READ PART ONE HERE.

 A young girl with leukemia, Coach Kinzie tells Andrew sombrely, wants to meet her favourite sports star. For a brief moment, Andrew assumes she’s talking about Kevin, or maybe Neil, or really any of the other players on the Olympic-gold-winning team, but a second later he realises Kinzie is looking at him expectantly, itinerary in hand. Andrew doesn’t agree outright but when he leaves, he takes the itinerary with him. He thinks it’s more than the Coach expected. 

 "What did Kinzie want?“ asks Neil later, glancing up from his phone as Andrew walks through the door of their apartment, trying to shake off a damp autumn leaf that has adhered itself to the toe of his shoe. 

 He gives up, kicking his shoes aside aggressively before handing the Make-A-Wish itinerary to Neil, who scans it and passes it back with a smile. "Well, you’re no Disney World.”

 Andrew gives him a flat look. Neil hadn’t even known what Disney World was until a couple of years ago, when Matt and Dan had organised a Foxes reunion there for their twins’ fifth birthday. 

 "I think I’m a bit old now to really appreciate all the things I missed out on as a child,“ Neil had told Andrew when they got back. "But I wouldn’t mind going back one day. It was fun, I guess." 

 Andrew had hummed noncommittally as he closed the window in which he’d been researching US adoption law on his laptop and deleted the search from his history. 

 "Kidding,” says Neil now, standing and holding his hand a centimetre from Andrew’s. “Disney World is a wasted wish, apparently. You’re the best goalkeeper in the league, Andrew. I’m not surprised you’re some kids’ idol.”

 "One kid,“ grumbles Andrew, clasping Neil’s hand briefly before retreating to the kitchen to feed the cats. Neil won’t have remembered. "And I’m questioning her taste in athletes." 

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Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

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Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Two)

Part 2: Seduction 101

V, B, and Kev give you advice for the sake of your flirting game.

Words: 877

Warnings: swearing, sexual reference

Enjoy! Thanks for all the love on part one! :) <3 - Juggie xx

Veronica was definitely not impressed with your flirting performance the previous day, and she made you well aware of it the next morning.

“I can’t believe you hit your hand.”

“The Vixen proposition would’ve worked in your favor!”

“Why didn’t you let him walk you home? Something might have happened!”

And that’s what landed you here yet again, in Veronica’s room with her, Betty, and Kevin. You were sat on her bed with Betty and Kev, while V had set up a white board in front of you with the title written in black: HOW TO FLIRT 101.

“Alright bitches, it’s time to learn.” She paced and tapped her black exo marker to her palm. “(Y/N) here is terrible at flirting with Jughead, her muse, the love of her life, the apple of her eye-”

You were blushing madly, “Yes, we get it Ronnie!”

Betty and Kevin laughed as Veronica smirked and continued, “Sorry, my ship is just so close to sailing I can’t contain myself.” She wrote ’1)’ on the board and wrote next to it ’THE LOOK’. “This may seem shallow, but you gotta work what you got to catch a boy’s eye.”

“Mmm”, Kev agreed, “A girl stops me in my tracks if she’s looking hot.”

Betty laughed, “Kevin, you’re gay.”

He sassed back, “Doesn’t mean I can’t admire fashion and art when I see it.”

While they had gone back and forth V had walked over to her closet to grab something and now handed it to you. “You have to wear this tomorrow, he’d be crazy not to notice this! Go try it on!”

You had been forced over to her bathroom, but looking at the black, tight babydoll dress on your form gave you a rush of excitement. If your mouth couldn’t do the flirting, let your actions speak louder than words.

You would later be told otherwise.

Upon entering the room you gave your friends a twirl, to which they “ooo"ed and applauded. Kevin fanned himself, "Yes girl! Lookin’ fire!”

You took a seat between Kev and Betty again as Veronica wrote her second point: ’THE TOUCH’. “Although you failed at this yesterday, you must persevere! Subtle touches go a long way”, she approached Betty who faintly blushed, “a touch on their arm”, she lightly placed her hand on Betty’s upper arm, “or a kiss on the cheek. These things will make him feel just as nervous as you do.”

When she walked up to the board you glanced at Betty, who was looking down at her feet now and was as red as a tomato. ‘There’s my proof’.

“Finally, the talk.” She underlined this point in red, “the talk. Jughead has an exquisite way with words, and you have to use your words to get to him. This is the key point in seducing a writer.”

There went your plan from before. “But what kind of words Ronnie?”

Betty commented, “He’s a writer and an English nerd, maybe quote some romantic literature to him?”

Kevin scoffed, “That’ll make you look desperate, like you’re trying too hard! Say some dirty stuff in his ear, be straight forward, tell him you want to see his di-”

Veronica nearly screeched, “Guys! This isn’t Shakespearean times and she doesn’t just want to fuck him!” She shook her head and sighed, “You have to be sweet. Sickly sweet. Tell him hanging out with him makes you happy. Tell him you love his writing. Tell him anything nice you can think of, but above all”, she walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Be yourself.”

You took your place outside the door, then walked in to see Kevin standing facing away from you. He had offered to be Jughead for this simulation. You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, giving you his best moody scowl. “Hey (Y/N).”

You, Betty, and Veronica couldn’t contain your laughter, but you continued. “Hey Jug, how are you?”

Veronica sighed and covered her eyes with her hand, “No, ask him what he thinks about your outfit!”

“Oh! Uh”, you stumbled but gave him a bright smile, “what do you think of my dress Juggie?”

“It’s absolutely hideous, and material desires mean nothing to me, except this hat. Have you ever seen me without the stupid hat on? That’s weird!”

You laughed and slapped his arm, V cheered while giggling, “that’s good!”

Betty chuckled but seriously questioned, “I do wonder though, why he keeps that hat on all the time?”

From Juggie: How was it?

To Juggie: We had fun, just did some studying together. Hey Jug?

From Juggie: Yes?

To Juggie: Why do you always wear the same beanie?

From Juggie: I don’t know, I’ve always worn it. I feel like it’s now part of my branding. I’m weird, I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t want to fit in. I think that’s what the hat means to me.

To Juggie: lol you’re right, you are a strange one :P

From Juggie: “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” - Edgar Allan Poe. Good night (Y/N).

To Juggie: Good night Jug.

Unsent: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.

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Anonymous Requested: omg as soon as I read “We don’t know each other. We’re just two people being grumpy about Valentine’s Day and made a deal to spend the day together.” I imagined with Zico, I think it fits him lmao. Would you please write it? Thanks, you’re the best <3 Part of my Valentine’s Day prompt series.

Genre: Zico x Reader

Words: 2531

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You knew you should’ve left the minute you’d seen the hostess put them at a table. Instead, you’d stayed in your corner booth and watched the way they lovingly stared at one another. The way his hand reached out to grab hers like she was something precious. Their smiles seemed endless as they chatted with words you couldn’t hear and tried to drown out your broken heart with swigs of your rum and coke.

How bittersweet it was indeed to run into your ex-boyfriend on Valentine’s Day with the girl he’d left you for. The same exact girl he’d replaced you with before actually excusing himself from your relationship. No, you weren’t still bitter at all.

You flagged down a waitress to get you another drink when a man slid into the other side of the booth. He was greeted with wide eyes and raised brows, but didn’t appear to notice. His hands folding on top of the table as eyes you could only classify as tiger-shaped stared back at you. It was silly to think, but it felt like he could see right through you. The thought making your own arms retract closer to your chest while still holding onto your glass. Just in case you needed something to launch in his direction for a quick escape.

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there is a soft knock on magnus’ door and he opens it, finding alec on the other side. 

“hi.“ “hi.“

they step back inside, and alec looks at his feet, shoulders down, and says, “thank you for letting me come.”

magnus just hums in response, going to the bar cart and pouring himself a drink.

“i’m sorry for how i acted earlier,“ alec says, his eyes finally on magnus’. “i had no right to ask that of you, just as the clave has no right to do what it wants to do to downworlders. and i know that, i know it’s wrong, i just-“

“tend to listen to the clave more than your own instincts?“ magnus offers and alec just nods before continuing.

“yeah, and it’s something for me to work on, but it doesn’t justify what i said. all i can do is apologize and promise to try and do better, to learn better.“

alec is looking at him anxiously, so unsure of how to move or stand or what to say next. magnus takes a step towards him, leaving his drink on the bar cart and putting a hand to his deflect rune, which seems to act like a switch, relaxing alec in an instant.

“thank you, alexander,“ magnus says, a small smile on his lips. alec smiles back, and after a moment, leans in, stopping just a breath away from magnus’ lips. magnus closes the distance and kisses alec softly.

“are you okay?“ alec asks as they part. “that’s a stupid question.“

magnus breathes out a humourless laugh at that.

“i’m trying to be,“ magnus answers honestly. he lets alec wrap his arms around him, his touch gentle but grounding.

“whatever you need, i’m here, always,“ alec whispers, tightening his hold on the last word and magnus just nods into alec’s neck.

“i know,“ he says, just as quietly. “i think what i need most is time. but having you here helps.“

“then here is exactly where i will be.“

cl0se-your-eyes-sammy  asked:

#9: for Cassian

#9 with Cassian “For you, I’d steal the stars”

Cassian adverted his gaze from the massive expanse of blackness stretching endlessly before him. He couldn’t help but allow his chocolatey brown eyes to drift to you, his careful watch lingering on your sleeping form for more than a few moments. Cassian jumped as he heard the familiar voice of his trusted copilot chiding him for his misplaced focus. “You shouldn’t do that,” remarked K-2SO, “it’s creepy.”

Cassian merely rolled his eyes and once more shifted his gaze to the everlasting void ahead. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, thoughts of you ran through his mind like a stampede. After internally battling himself on the subject, Cassian sprung from his seat, excusing himself with a single command: “Pilot the ship, K.” The dark haired rebel slowly made his way to the back of the ship and rummaged through the small storage compartment, before finally emerging with a lush blanket and a single idea possessing his mind. He imagined that you must be rather cold, and he knew from personal experience that those harsh metal seats provided little comfort for a tired soul.

Careful not to disturb you, Cassian draped the blanket, his only blanket, over your shoulders. He paused, taking in every aspect of your placid expression. However, his moment of mesmerization was interrupted as your bright eyes fluttered open, their wandering gaze eventually resting on the man before you. “Sorry,” Cassian mumbled, nervousness seeping through his heavy accent, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He had known you for years, yet he could never escape that familiar feeling of restlessness that commanded every encounter he had with you. A small grin spread onto your lips upon hearing his familiar voice. You moved to sit upright, allowing enough room beside you for Cassian to accompany you. Cassian noticed that your soft smile had quickly faded away as he sat next to you. His eyes wandered about your uneasy frame, settling when he saw a flicker of fear cross your face.

“Cass,” you muttered, instantly gaining his undivided attention, “you’ll protect me, right?”

Cassian knew you would be apprehensive towards this mission; your role would solely determine the success of it. A flash of offense swept across Cass’ features. Did you truly doubt that he would take care of you? Cass adverted his gaze, allowing the brown orbs to rest on the rusting floor below him. After collecting his thoughts, he looked back to you, noticing that you had unconsciously moved closer to him, seeking more warmth than the blanket could provide. “Y/N,” worry clouded your usually bright eyes, “I always have protected you.”

A reassuring sense of security seemed to force out all thoughts of doubt as Cassian’s dark eyes locked with yours. Relief flooded over you; your fears were groundless, Cassian had always pulled through for you and you always completed the mission. A soft laugh flowed from your lips, causing Cassian to grin. “Remember that time when you tackled me because you thought there was a bomb, but it turned out to be a part from the ship?” you questioned between bouts of laughter. Cassian laughed along, happy that you found humor in his stupidity. You shoved him lightly as the memory of fonder times rolled away.

Cassian took a deep breath and held it, “I couldn’t let them hurt you. It didn’t matter if it was fake or real.” You couldn’t help a look of awe from lighting up your face. Cassian took your hand, wrapping his strong fingers around yours. “I need you to know that whatever happens…” Cass’ voice trailed off, “I’d do anything for you.” Your even breath hitched ever so slightly as you heard Cassian’s confession. “For you, I’d get in the way of a thousand bombs if it meant you got to live.” You gazed up at him, eyes sparkling. “For you, I’d steal the stars.” Your only response was pulling him towards you in a surprisingly strong embrace, praying that he wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

anonymous asked:

This is a really stupid question but do you maybe know a bts video that can cheer someone up? Not like one of those try not to laugh ones but one that makes life a little easier on a bad day?

Ah, not a stupid question at all! I hope I can answer this well. I’ll try my very best. I’ll first mention that everyone perceives things differently, so even though I may think this is what you’re looking for, you/others may not agree~

Honestly, Namjoon’s VLives always get me. I know you’re not looking for super crazy funny ones, which is why I recommend his. In full, his lives aren’t necessarily serious from beginning to end (he’s fun and funny for parts of his), but the way he speaks is very comforting and he really does sound like a friend (sometimes even a mentor). He often gets into tangents about life and youth and talks about his realizations, beliefs or advice. I think and hope one would find some comfort in these videos, as I often do~

Not sure if you wanted music (video) suggestions, but I thought of some anyways:

Young Forever - Honestly, it’s one of my favorite songs. The music video might be a good one to watch on one of those days that you just want to pass. Sometimes these kinds of things make me more sad when I think too hard about it, but I also think it could be weirdly comforting too. They’re running through the maze, seemingly lost, which I find that to be what we do in life a lot. We’re always running and oftentimes we don’t know what we’re running toward. However they make it out of the maze and run free at the end of the video and I find that can be really visually comforting on one of /those/ days~

Butterfly - In itself, I find this to be a beautiful song. No music video, though watching their live performance is really lovely. The lyrics are also really touching and depending on how you perceive it it can be a bit relatable  as well. It’s kind of sad sounding? But it’s one of those songs I turn to when I have a heavy heart.

Run - I’m not sure why I chose Run, but I think it might be comforting. The MV is really wonderful, bringing to life some really interesting parts of youth and life itself. It’s also more lively and upbeat than Butterfly and Young Forever, which might be a nice change~

Save Me - I love this song. The MV is a nice one because you don’t really have to think about anything since it’s just dancing. I listen to this song when I have bad days or am just in a certain mood. Hard to explain, but I recommend it.

This may not be what you’re looking for, but I tried my best and hope that at least one or some of these will help~ If anyone has any suggestions, please leave them below. Much love. <3
- Kristi

Drabble Request - Feels Like Losing

Ok this is so fun! Thank you for the request darling anon. I don’t even care that the song-lyric rule is out the window… I need this… Also I’m, like, not even editing these, so we’ll call it even.

Prompt: Angst drabble For Bucky and he and Y/N have/ had an argumentbefore a mission and it was more his fault and she gets hurt on the field and he’s just “I fucked up man” and you take the wheel lol

Warnings: aaaangst, descriptions of death, swearing

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You’ve had this argument so many times before that it feels like a part of you now. It should hurt more than this, but it doesn’t and this is your normal. It’s always over something stupid. He brushes you off when you try to slip under his arm in front of Sam or Steve, or you laugh when he gets angry. And then he shuts down completely. He just wouldn’t talk to you. And you scream and cry, begging him to care enough to let you in, but he never does.

Wanda squeezes your hand gently as you step off the jet, she doesn’t need to look inside your head to see that you need it, it’s all over your face. You steel yourself up for the mission and take off into the field, as Steve commanded. It would be good to get your mind off of the argument. Or half an argument.

Except you couldn’t. Bucky ran past you without a word and you were too busy trying to keep your heart in place to notice the man creeping up behind you until he had already slipped a strong arm around your throat. You gasped when you felt a sharp pain in your side between your ribs and it burned with a searing hot agony when the man twisted the long jagged knife before he ripped it out of your lungs, letting you fall to the ground gasping for breath, gripping the sticky warmth spreading over your body.

Before you can even look up Bucky’s scooped you up in his strong arms, completely panicked but determined, running back to the jet. Wanda is holding off any gunfire. He’s holding your body tight against his chest on the ground of the jet but you can hardly focus, your fingers are so cold, and your throat is dry and there’s blood everywhere. 

“What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N?!” He asks, but he isn’t angry. His voice is breaking. Is he crying? “You can’t…” He stops himself, wiping a piece of hair off of your forehead, but his hand is warm and sticky. Blood.

“I was just… I was worried about you. You’re so reckless when you’re mad.” You huff out closing your eyes. You’re just so tired now, you think you’ll just rest for a minute.

“Hey, Y/N. Baby, you have to stay awake. Y/N! Hey!” You force yourself to open your eyelids slowly. It’s hard, every limb feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.

“I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I walked away from you. I fucked up. I should have been right next to you.” He’s stroking your hair.

“S'ok.” You breathe, but your whole body hurts and you’re just… so tired. You know he’s holding you close, and this is all you had wanted, to be close to him, but somehow he feels further away than he ever has.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He’s whispering over and over, clutching your hand to his lips. He’s been so stupid, pushing you away when all you ever did was try to be close to him, to care for him. But he knows it’s too late. Right now he’s losing it all.

Klance “Babe” Headcanon

A/N:  Okay so somewhere on the internet I saw this headcanon and decided that I needed to write it.  Warning that I don’t write very often and that the grammar is probably terrible, but tell me what you think!


“Begin training level three.”  I say, even though I was exhausted from forming Voltron so many times earlier that day.

“End training sequence.”  Lance shouts suddenly, swaggering his way up to me.

“Hey! What the fuck, man?!”

“Don’t be stupid and wear yourself out.  We have ‘bonding exercises’ or whatever tomorrow too, mullet.  C’mon babe, let’s go eat.”  

“Fine.”  I say, relenting easier than normal due to my tired state.  Wait a second…

“What did you just call me?!”

“Uh, mullet?” He responds innocently, casting a confused look in my direction.

“No, after that.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.  You must be really out of it,”  He says, laughing, “Let’s just go get dinner already.”

What the actual fuck Lance?!  Did I really dream that up? I couldn’t have, I mean, yeah, his face is aesthetically pleasing, but it’s not like I like like him or anything. This better not be one of his stupid pranks again.  

Part of me was hoping that somehow dinner would be something other than that alien goop, but as always, my dreams were hopelessly crushed.  

“Paladins, I have an announcement,”  Allura states in her ‘mesmerizing accent’ as Lance puts it, “I know you are all tired from working hard today, so I thought it would be nice if we could all have some fun together.”

“Is this your way of trying to trick us into more ‘bonding exercises’?”  Lance says, giving her a skeptical look (which was more attractive than I care to admit).  Needless to say, Allura ignores Lance and continues with was she was saying.

“I thought it would be fun for you all to teach Coran and I some of your earth games, so you can feel more at home.”

“Thank you princess, the thought is very much appreciated,”  Shiro says in his very eloquent distinctly Shiro-y way of talking, “however, I’m not sure we have time to relax since Zarkon could attack any time now.”

“You worry too much,” Lance says rolling his eyes, “Hey babe, could you pass the weird alien seasoning whatever?”

The entire crew just looks at him, confused.  “Helloooo? Keeeiiith? Anybody home?  Salt?”

Everyone burst out laughing (Pidge was actually wiping tears from their eyes), I could feel my face burning as I practically chucked the seasoning at Lance.

“Hunk, you sooooo owe me 20 bucks when we get back home.”  Pidge choked out between fits of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Lance asked, looking genuinely confused.  Everyone just laughed harder.  I got up and left, infuriated but weirdly pleased.

Pigde caught up with me later and asked, “So you and Lance are a thing now, huh?” Giving me that sly-ass Pidge face they always do when they find out one of your dirty secrets.

“WHAT?! NO?! IHATEHIMHEHATESMETHEFEELINGISMUTUAL!”

“Then what’s with the whole ‘babe’ thing then, huh?”  Casting me a look that no fourteen year old child should be allowed to make.

“Tch, to be honest, I have no idea why he’s doing that either.”  Pidge just rolls their eyes in response.

“God, both of you are too dense for me to handle.”  Then they roll their eyes and walk away.

I just stand there, confused to all hell about what just happened.

anonymous asked:

86 Aaron and Robert

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“Aaron should be home soon, right?”

Robert felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He wasn’t used to this.

He was used to be in control.

Rational.

In check of his feelings.

Knowing what to do.

Seeing a way out.

But right now all he saw was a gun pointed at him and all he felt was the rope around his wrists and ankles, tieing him to the chair he was sitting on.

“Leave him out of this,” Robert croaked, “he got nothing to do with this.”

He swallowed hard, feeling his breathing go heavier and heavier while he watched her walk around their living room, gun always pointed at him though.

It made him feel sick, seeing her in the Mill, their home.

“Oh, Robert,” she said sweetly and stopped right in front of him. “He got everything to do with this. If it weren’t for him we would be a family now. You, me and James.”

“He’s not even mine,” Robert said.

“So what?” Rebecca screeched. “You would have loved him, would have taken him on as your own. I know it.”

“Bex,” Robert said, trying the best to make his voice sound soft, to reason with her. “I hardly wanted him when I thought he was mine.”

“Noo,” she screamed, sounding even more hysteric now. “Enough, shut up now. We are gonna be quiet and wait now. Wait till Aaron gets here.”

Robert was scared, he was more scared than he ever was in his life. He didn’t know what she had planned, what she wanted to happen. Would she kill Aaron and make him watch? Would she kill him?

He immediately knew which option he’d prefer.

The minutes stretched on forever.

Robert watched Rebecca like a hawk. He wondered how he didn’t see it before, that she was losing it. Or had she been like this all the time? She didn’t look that different actually, her hair up in some complicated braid, her clothes colorful and flowing around her figure.

She had surprised him, had lingered behind the door when he walked in and had hit him over the head with the gun. When he came to he had been tied to this chair and she had started talking about how much she loved him.

 He heard Aaron’s car pull up, the cut off of the engine and his steps on the grovel towards the house.

“Here we go,” Rebecca said and her smile was manic.

She positioned herself right in front of the door, gun pointed straight ahead.

Robert saw the door open but didn’t see Aaron.

“Hello, Aaron,” Rebecca said.

“Where’s Robert?” he asked immediately and Robert thought his chest would explode.

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here,” Robert said out loud.

“Quiet you,” Rebecca said, “I need to talk to your husband.” She spat the last word and gestured with the gun for Aaron to move.

He came in view as Rebecca directed him to the sofa, away from Robert who was sitting on a chair right next to the staircase.

“Tell me, Aaron,” she said, sitting down opposite him. Aaron was tense and scared, Robert could see it. And seeing Aaron like that made his brain kick in again, he needed a way to get out of this ropes and get that gun away from Rebecca.

“Tell you what?” Aaron asked.

“Why you?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I mean, look at you. A mechanic with a tendency to fuck up, to push away everybody around you. You broke up with him, for God’s sake, how stupid are you? What does he see in you?”

Aaron bit his lip hard. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“I did,” Rebecca said. “Said he loves you. Which is funny, isn’t it? Because I remember him telling me how weak you are. “

“Aaron,” Robert started, his voice sounded devastated.

“Don’t,” Aaron said sharply. “It’s okay, it’s what she wants.”

Rebecca laughed and it cut through Robert like a knife.

“I am the one who loves him,” Rebecca said, her voice high and shrill. “Me, not you. I always saw him for who he was. I always loved all of him, every part of him, even bad parts, even the mean and vile ones. You? You chuck him out at the first sign of trouble.”

And all of a sudden Robert knew. He knew exactly what he had to do.

“That’s true,” he said and Aaron and Rebecca both whirled around to him.

“I never saw it like that,” he continued. “But you are right, Rebecca. I was blind. You are clearly the right person for me. Sorry, Aaron.”

Rebecca’s face lit up like a thousand Christmas trees and Aaron looked more than confused.

“Remember our fight last week, Aaron?” Robert said and hoped he would catch on. There had been no fight last week. “You got so mad at me for defending her, called me a /liar/.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aaron said. “I remember. So this is it, you have finally made your choice?”

“Yes,” Robert said sternly and had to look away from Aaron to Rebecca. “Come on, Bex, let Aaron go and untie me so we can finally be together.”

All it took was a second, a second where Rebecca lowered her gun and Aaron was on her. He jumped and pushed her to the ground, got a hold of the gun and pointed it at her this time, hands shaking.

Rebecca didn’t stop, though, she searched up and tackled Aaron. He reacted on instinct, pushed her away hard and she fell, head hitting the table and landing on the ground, lying unconscious.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Aaron stammered, letting the gun drop.

“Check her pulse,” Robert said immediately.

Aaron did, with shaking fingers and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay,” Robert said, trying very much to stay calm. “Call the ambulance and the police and then untie me.”

 

It took a while for the ambulance to check Rebecca and taker her with them, handcuffed to the gurney, and for the police to take their statements. Finally everybody left and Aaron had accompanied them outside.

When he came back he settled down next to Robert on the sofa.

“Let me see,” Aaron said softly and reached for Robert’s wrists.

“It’s fine,” he said, but Aaron pushed his sleeves up, examined his wrists.

“I’ll be right back,” Aaron said and got up.

He was back in a flash, or maybe it took longer, Robert didn’t know. He felt tired and exhausted and a crushing feeling of guilt weighing him down.

Aaron took his left wrist back in his hand and he felt something cool, something soothing, and he saw that Aaron applied cream to the sore spots the rope had left on his arms.

“Thank you,” he said, leaning his head against Aaron’s shoulder.

“Aaron,” he said after a bit.

“Hm?” he asked.

“You know, what I said earlier….,” he started.

“Of course,” Aaron said, switching to Robert’s right wrist now. “I know.”

“Thank you,” Robert said quietly, “for sticking with me and all my vile bits.”

The words from what Rebecca has said still weighing heavily on him.

“Listen,” Aaron said. “She has no idea who you are. None, okay?”

“Okay,” Robert said but didn’t sound convinced.

“I love you, all of you, forever,” Aaron said and sat the cream back on the table before he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer.

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite part of writing The Ladybugs and the Bees? Don't know if that's a stupid question. I've never asked anyone anything before or sent a message. Also, I love reading your stories. They make me laugh out loud and smile all of the time.

Hmmmmm, my favorite part of writing Tlatb is when the story goes in a completely different direction then what I was planning. Its always fun to watch the plot take on a life of its own.

rose petals.

Originally posted by nochuie

Member: Mark Tuan

Genre: angst, scenes of fluff, one shot

Word Count: 1,851

Author’s Note: hope you enjoy this angsty oneshot of my got7 bias!

- the italics signal flashbacks


You are wearing a crimson red dress. Two champagne glasses and a wine bottle stand tall on your dinner table. Your hair is in curls and pinned up in an elegant fashion. Diamond earrings reflect brightly in the candle light. Mark had really outdone himself this time.

Picture perfect anniversary dinner to anyone’s eyes.

Upon further inspection, three things are wrong with the picture. The mascara streaking down your face. The pile of fallen rose petals at your feet. And no Mark Tuan.

You are pulling rose petals off the bouquet he bought you, thinking about everything that transpired between the two of you. Rose by rose. Petal by petal.

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Gala Croisette French Magazine May 26 and May 28 issues with Robert Pattinson at Cannes 2017

Robert Pattinson is shedding his movie star looks for Cannes drama Good Time. /“I do every movie to try to get into Cannes”/

Gala: In Good Time, you are playing a bank robber and it’s hard to find anything sympathtic about him. Are you the kind of actor that brings your character home?

RP: With this one, kind of, but mainly because I was just shooting for like 16,17 hours and it’s almost impossible to not bring it home, because you are just constantly in it. And the whole point was to put everything on the screen and it kind of helps with the character when you are sort of living in isolation.

Gala: With that movie, you have taken a lot of risks as an actor. Its it important to you when you choose a film?

RP: Yeah, I don’t know. I just want to find projects I am really obssessed with. I like finding. I am not from the film industry, I didn’t really grow up in it, so I would go off to directors who I think people don’t really know how good they are yet. I love the discovery, more than trying to be in the big movie that is coming out or going off and trying to be with the most famous director in the world.

Gala: Can you talk how special it is for you to be in Cannes?

RP: I have always loved Cannes. As I started acting, I went in 2009 and I just had the best trip ever. I went to se Inglorious Bastards here and you have a premiere on a speedboat and stuff, it’s crazy! It’s a very proud festival and it take itself really seriously and to get in competition, it’s very special. So I do every movie to try to get into Cannes.

Gala: Do you still feel uncomfortable with your heart throb image?

RP: I am always way more surprised than everybody that I am considered a heart throb. That kind of reaction really blows my mind. I mean, it’s only because of Twilight. Before Twilight, I never got the good looking parts, ever. I was gangly and whatever, but then you do one movie and people are like “you are so beautiful”… So stupid, I can’t believe I just talked about that.” (laughs)

Le Club By Albane: Robert Pattinson makes himself at Home

It’s become something of a ritual. Whenever he comes to the Corisette, Robert Pattinson always spends at least one evening at the club by Albane. In 2012, the first time he visited Albane, the former Twilight star was in a relationship with Kristen Stewart. Their appearance there made the news worldwide. The day before yesterday. the British actor was on the rooftop of the JW Mariott Cannes for the evening hosted for Good Time (in which he plays the part of a fearsome gangster) organized by Dior on the Terrasse By Albane. Tonight, Albane receives Roman Polanski for the after party of his new film, Based on a True Story, adapted from the novel by Delphine de Vigan.

Blood Brothers You know the Coen Brother? The Wachoskis? Here are the Safdies- Joshua and Ben. They are also American. Revealed at Cannes in 2008, this is their first participation in the official competition after ten years spent building a world- in the independent film mode - of nice guys, bad guy and anti-heroes on the edges of society, revolving around Queens, where they grew up. This approach positions them as the natural heirs to the Scorsese of Mean Streets or James Gray from his Little Odessa period, without for the moment reaching the level of their predecessors who are unrivalled presenters of fatality. Good Time relates the daily life of a bank robber who, when not running away from the cops, needs to look after his mentally disabled little brother. Ben Safdie plays this role alongside a badass, electric although very engaging Robert Pattinson. Yet Good Time does seem rather fragile for the big competition. It would probably be more at home at the next Deauville festival.  

Trust Me Part 4

Originally posted by the-return-of-the-imagines

Not My Gif

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Poe Dameron x Reader (eventually), Female Reader, Original Characters, Fluff

Author’s Note: Okay, I think I figured out it’s going to be a six parter.  I have part 5 half way done right now.  So I’ll have it up soonish. Thank you for all your patience and support.  I love you guys! <3

Word Count: 3,079

          The night of the mission arrived and Poe couldn’t stop fidgeting.

          He stood in the living room of your apartment awkwardly tugging at his collar and sleeves.  He normally would be running his hand through his hair, but he didn’t want to mess with it. It had taken him longer than he wanted to admit to keep it down and slick.

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anonymous asked:

can we get some angsty and/or fluffy karchie headcanons pls? (i live for ur headcanons lol)

Anon I’m SCREAMING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Damn omg you got it pal, Kevarchie coming your way. (Also I apologise for this being so fucking long I just had so many Ideas)

- It’s some unspecified future time. Kevin and Archie are living together, with Jughead too. Kevin and Archie are boyfriends and they both have qpr’s with our aroace Jughead.
- It’s their anniversary. They decided years ago that they’d take turns of who planned it each year, it’s Kevin’s year. He takes Archie to that new superhero movie he’s been dying to watch, then up to the observatory hill after grabbing some food to star gaze.
- Kevin’s watching Archie beaming in the moonlight, happily stimming as he talks about his favourite parts of the movie inbetween bites of ketchup dipped chips and he’s struck by the thought that he wants to marry this man.
- Kevin’s driving them home, one hand on the wheel, the other in Archie’s hand. Kevin laughs at one of Archie’s stupid jokes while driving under a street lamp, the warm yellow lighting up his face. Archie’s struck by the same thought; I want to marry this man.
- Kevin always has to leave early for his shifts at the hospital as a nurse so it’s just Archie and Jughead sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“Jug, I… I want to propose to Kevin.”
“Okay. Figured out how yet?”
“Wha-? No I- Jug-”
“Arch, I love you, and I love Kevin too. But I don’t love you guys the way you two love each other. I know you both love me. If this is something you want, go for it. There’s nothing in your way.”
- They get a few minutes together when Kevin gets home from work, but Archie has to run off to a gig that night and then it’s just Kevin and Jughead.
“Juggie?”
“Yeah, what’s up Kev?”
“I want to ask Archie to marry me. Just want to make sure that’s okay with you.”
Holy fuck, Jughead thinks, a grin spreading across his face but not for the reason Kevin thinks.
“Totally okay with me.”
- The next few months are Stressful™. Archie is running around behind Kevin’s back trying to create a perfect proposal, Kevin is running around behind Archie’s back trying to create the perfect proposal. Jughead is laughing to himself eating cereal in the background.
- But it wears on them. They’ve both pulled away from each other and neither can figure out why the other would do that. It’s been five months since their anniversary and Archie realises they haven’t even been together since then. Nothing beyond couch cuddles and kisses on the way to work, no more than an hour or two at a time.
- Archie freaks out, stress stimming all day in their room until Kevin gets home. “I miss you.” He whispers, the tightly squeezed play-dough in his hands giving away how anxious he is.
- Kevin’s shoulders slump, because he’s been freaking out about the same thing for about two weeks now. “I miss you too.” He says back softly, walking over and taking Archie in his arms.
- They talk it out, both of them knowing how busy they’ve each been now. They both take the next day off to just be with each other again. It’s the most relaxed they’ve been in months, and Jughead feels a little bad for not noticing sooner. But they’re happy now, kissing his cheek or squeezing his shoulder every time they pass by to get more tea or snacks.
- Tour season for the band starts up again in a month.
- Kevin: “I’m finally gonna propose after their first concert on the tour.”
Archie, fifteen minutes later: “I’m gonna propose to Kev after our first concert.”
Jughead, eating cereal: “This is gonna be so fucking funny.”
- So the concert has ended, Kevin’s out on stage congratulating his boyfriend, nothing out of the ordinary with that.
- Then Archie grabs the mic again, he’s blushing and shaky and stuttering. “Uh, Kev, there- there’s um. Something I wanna ask you…”
- Kevin knows this Archie. This was the Archie that approached him when he was questioning, who asked him out for their first date, when they first came out, and he’s PISSED
- “Oh hell NO!! There’s no way you’re asking me first!” Kevin yells, scrambling in his pocket for his ring.
- Archie catches on and instantly drops to his knee, scrambling for his own box.
- They both yell “MARRY ME, YOU DORK!” And “MARRY ME, DAMNIT!” At the same time, kneeling and holding their rings out at each other.
- Jughead is laughing so hard he’s fallen to the ground clutching his sides
- Archie takes a moment and just looks at the sight in front of him. The love of his life kneeling and offering him his heart. He can’t help but beam, placing the ring he’d bought down and holding out his left hand for Kevin. “Absolutely.”
- Kevin melts a little bit, sliding the ring onto Archie’s finger only to watch the redhead melt completely. He blushes darkly right to the tips of his ears, sinking all the way to the floor as he stares at the ring, his free hand flapping.
- So Kevin laughs softly, heart bursting with love for this man. He grabs Archie’s ring himself, noting that they matched (bc of course Jughead made sure they matched), and sliding it onto his own hand.
- When he gently tips Archie’s head up to show him the ring on his own hand, Archie tears up and starts flapping both his hands, before Kevin pulls him into a hug and the hands end up clutched in Kevin’s sweater.
- They have a long, long night together, and are woken much sooner than they’d like by heavy binders being dropped on their chests.
“Let’s talk napkin colours.”
“Veronica it’s six am.”
“You were in New York last night.”
“I’m thinking some soft blues and yellows, a real summery feel.”
- Jughead makes waffles for breakfast as an apology for not stopping Veronica on her way in (Though he’s not completely sorry bc his boys are most adorable when sleepy).
- About a month after the engagement.
Archie: “You know I’m surprised Jug never figured out we were planning the same thing.”
Kevin: “What??”
Archie: “Well, I told him how I was gonna propose to you.”
Kevin: “What the fuck?? I told him how I was gonna propose to you too!”
Archie:
Kevin:
Both of them: “JUGHEAD!!”
Jughead: drops his spoon into his cereal “I suddenly remembered I have to leave right now immediately.”

Late nights - Reggie x Reader oneshot

Authors note,

hey this is my first fanfiction ever so please don’t kill me lol and it’s such a creative name hah I didn’t know what to name it but it’s just a fluff oneshot really, I don’t really know what this will categorize into oops and it’s a Reggie x Female Reader yay! Also please send me request I’m open for anything :)

Words - 1,237

Warnings - cussing oops



2:03 AM

I woke up to several messages by my boyfriend of 10 months. I clicked my phone on and saw his name.

Mantle


That was the name that popped up on my phone. I never called him by Reggie, not since 6th grade when I found out his last name. I unlocked my phone and read the texts he sent me.

“my baby sister keeps crying I can’t sleep my mom is literally so tired im gonna take over for her :/ ” delivered at 2:00 AM

 

Reggie’s mom had a baby just 2 months ago, I come over to babysit with Reggie every once and a while when her hands were full. I knew having a little sister made his family sleep deprived, and it showed during school.

 

“wish me luck lol” delivered at 2:00 AM

“I wish u were here, u have the magic touch when it comes to her, she wont stop crying.” delivered at 2:01 AM

“oh god she’s needs a diaper change” delivered at 2:02 AM

 

I facetimed him to see if he was okay.

“(Y/N)?”

“Mantle, you woke me up with your texts and I wanted to see if you were okay.”

I heard the sound of Julia crying at the top of her lungs through the phone.

“Julia hush please, I have school tomorrow and this really big test come on give me a break. (Y/N) I need you right about now, my mom and dad won’t mind, actually they might, but my parents like you too much and mom knows you can calm Julia down just like she can.” He whispers.

“Aw Mantle you know if I could I would, my mom is way too strict to let me go anywhere at this time.” I say looking at him trying to carry Julia and hold the phone at the same time. “please don’t drop the baby, put your phone down!” I tell him groggily.

“(Y/N) go to sleep.” he mumbled. “I need both of my girls happy and healthy.”

“You need it more than me. You have that huge ass test in 1st period!” I exclaim.

“Hanging up now (Y/N), I won’t pick up if you call. Baby go to sleep I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He replies.

“But-“ I soon got cut off by him hanging up.”

I text him right after.

“you know ihy right?” sent at 2:34 AM

Mantle replies with,

“I love you too, goodnight”

With that I soon fall asleep.


I woke up suddenly to my alarm which read

7:35 AM (Y/N) get ur ass up

I got up quite lazily and began to do my morning routine.

A few moments later I go downstairs and greet my mom and dad. They know Reggie picks me up for school every morning so they are used to him.

Then my phone vibrates.

Mantle

“I’m coming up to your house now” delivered at 7:54 AM

“Mom, dad, Reggie is coming up to get me.” I only ever called him Reggie in front of my parents and his.

My parents nod in response. Then as if on cue I hear familiar knocks and open the door to a very cute but tired Mantle.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N)”

“Good morning Reggie, nice to see you again.” My mom says. My dad nods in response I still don’t think he is very comfortable with Mantle yet.

“(Y/N) you ready?” he asks.

“Yeah just let me grab my backpack.” I smile sweetly.

After grabbing my stuff, I say a quick goodbye to my parents and Mantle does the same, in a kiss ass way, he wants my parents to like him, not just tolerate him, but I know they like him well, at least mom does, dad is unclear.

While walking up to his car I ask him,

“Did you get any sleep? Did you eat? How’s your mom?”

He chuckles and says, “I got a solid 4 hour nap, no I didn’t eat, my mom is stressed but is doing a lot better I’ll tell her you’re thinking about her.  Also do you want to pick up donuts?”

“Mm yes please, I’ll go in and get them.” I say excitedly.

“(Y/N) I got it keep your money.” He says while opening the door for me to get in.

“Ha, you’re funny you literally paid the last 3 times.” I exclaim.

“Fine, (Y/N) only because I have no energy to argue with you, but little missy I’m paying the next time, and next time, and next time.” He grins while closing the door.

“Thank you.” I mouth while he goes to the driver’s seat.


Soon enough he’s in the car holding my hand while the other one on the wheel, I happily hand feed him donuts with my free hand. We soon walk into school and are greeted by Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Jughead.

“Hey guys, and Suicide Squad.” He smirks looking at Jughead.

I elbow him and glared at Reg harshly.

“Sorry.” He says immediately, I smile.

“Hey (Y/N) and Reggie.” Veronica, Betty, and Archie say while Jughead rolls his eyes saying Reggie’s name.

“I still wonder how you two ever got together, you both are so different but yet are perfect for each other.” Jughead admits.

The rest of the gang gives little statements agreeing to Jughead.

As if on cue, the bell rings for first period. Reggie walks me down to my class like he always does, hand in hand firmly.

“I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” I say to him tip toeing to peck him on the cheek.

“Of course (Y/N) I wonder why you even ask.” He replies sleepily.

Class went by so slow, Cheryl was in most of my classes, which did made it somewhat bearable. We’d always laugh at stupid little jokes.


Soon enough it was time for our hour lunch, we had an hour because we could go to tutoring or something for part of the lunch and eat. Everybody ate lunch at the same time. I meet up Mantle and he’s talking to Moose and his gang about whatever it is they talk about and I steal him away from them.

We sneaked food into the library and picked our usual spot on the floor, since the library is packed for the hour lunch and there were usually no seats at the table he puts his bag down and plugs his charger to the outlet we were sitting next to.

“How was the exam?” I asked him while pulling out notes to study for a test that was next period.

“I totally fucking failed it (Y/N).” He shrugs.

“I need to help you study Mantle.” I whisper to him.

“I’d be 100% passing all my classes if you helped me study.” He chuckles while trying to open a bag of chips quietly, but failing of course. The librarian didn’t even care.

“But for now, (Y/N), I want to take a nap.” He says and shuffles to put his head in my lap, finishing up the bag of chips. I kissed him on the forehead once he got comfortable

I ran my fingers through his hair and studied at the same time while he slowly fell asleep on my lap at the library like he seemed to do more and more since Julia was born. He looked comfortable on my lap so that was what happened while I listened to music on my earphones and studied.

Wow I love this man.