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Drive Safely (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by wkom

A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.

WORD COUNT: 3,420

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The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.

She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.

Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.

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Heat of the Moment - Part 1: Rebound

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut   

Word count: 1200ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.

2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.

Thanks a billion to @teenage-internet-recluse for betaing this for me on super short notice.

Masterlist

You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.

You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.

You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.

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You deserve better

Jughead x reader

In which the reader starts crying because of how great Jughead is.

(aka me)


It was raining outside. It was hailing earlier, harsh and cold, with a concrete-like-sky and an unrelenting chill, but now it was soft, tentative, and swirling. It was one of those unsettling situations in which it was raining, but the sun was also bright. The tarmacked ground outside was wet, but shining. Raindrops were settled on my windows, but the light was shining through them, making my room even brighter than if they weren’t there. I saw him cross the road, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes squinted against the rain. I noticed he had his backpack on his shoulders, which was never good. I took out my headphones and rushed down the stairs, opening the door for him. He walked in, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and I laughed.

“I need a place to stay.” He said, his eyes pleading. I smiled.

“Of course, Jug, whenever.” His face relaxed in relief, a grin spreading across his face. This was not the first time Jughead had had nowhere to go, and had come to stay with me. The first time he had tried to hide it from me, attempting to sleep at school, but of course I had not allowed that to continue. My parents weren’t around anyway, so there was no one to tell him no.

“Maybe you should just come and live here all the time.” I joked, and he laughed as he kicked his shoes off, but then he looked up at me, and suddenly that suggestion seemed all too real. I followed him into the kitchen and lifted myself up onto the side as he leant against the sink. I didn’t ask what had happened to make him, once again, homeless, but instead started an entirely unrelated conversation, for which I know he was grateful.

My studying was abandoned, and we ended up sprawled across the sofa watching movies, as per usual. We each leant with our backs on one arm of the sofa, our legs entangled in the middle. I looked over to him as the credits rolled, surprised to find him fast asleep, his head slumped down onto his chest. Jughead never really slept, so I felt as though it was a privilege to see him do so. His face seemed so much more peaceful, the seemingly constant furrow of his eyebrows smoothed out, and his mouth relaxed. I stared at him for so long, his face now only lit up by the faint light of the white lettering on the screen. I thought about how rarely he looked calm, peaceful or content, and how much I wanted him to be. This seemingly gloomy, angry teenage boy, who had turned out to be so gentle and good. We had been friends now since third grade, when I moved to Riverdale. I didn’t really have anyone before that, and then Jughead strolled into my life with his stupid hat and satirical humour and made everything good. He deserved so much better than what he was given.

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes and a swelling in my throat as I desperately wished Jughead Jones happiness. I let out a silent laugh as tears ran down my face at the absurdity of the situation. I was literally sitting next to my sleeping friend, crying at how great he was. I shifted my legs, moving to stand up, but froze as Jughead’s body stirred at the movement. His eyes opened slowly, looking around blearily as his legs shifted. They met mine and widened in alarm as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. He sat up quickly.

“Y/N?” He asked worriedly, his hand reaching for mine. This movement, paired with the concerned look on his face, seemed to intensify my emotions, and I let several more tears leak out of my eyes as I looked at the wonderful boy in front of me. He frowned even more, distressed by my sudden onset of emotions, moving towards me on the sofa.

“Hey, what is it?” One of his hands took mine, while his other rested on my leg, rubbing up and down. He was just making it worse. “Y/N, what is happening?”

I wanted to laugh at his obvious confusion, but water just kept trickling out of my eyes. I chuckled weakly, attempting to wipe the tears off my face, but they were just replaced. I brought my legs up and off the sofa, shuffling along it towards him and leaning into his ready arms. My cheek pressed against the side of his chest as I continued to cry. It was just getting embarrassing at this point, I didn’t even know what I was upset about anymore. His arm came around my shoulders, the other one moving to grip my hand as he rested his cheek on top of my head, obviously realising I just needed a hug.

“Shh, Y/N please stop crying. Or at least tell me why you’re crying, I mean I really have no idea what’s going on.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort me. I let out a weak and watery laugh, the occasional tear still sliding down my face.

“You’re just really great.” I mumbled into his shirt.

“Hm?”

“You’re great okay, Jughead, that’s why I’m crying!” I said a bit louder, almost annoyed with him. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing, as I knew he would. I rolled my eyes,

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up, I’ll just sit here and cry.” I grumbled as he continued to laugh. He leant back to look down at me, smiling.

“You’re crying because… I’m great?” He asked, frowning and chuckling. I huffed,

“Yes, Jug, I’m crying because you’re great.”

“Okay, I’m gonna need some clarification.”

I sighed, leaning further into him, his arm still around me.

“Well I just started thinking about how much you have improved my life,” I started quietly, half into his chest, embarrassed to be confessing this to him. “And then you were asleep and you looked so peaceful and I wish you could be like that all the time because you deserve to be happy, and you don’t deserve anything bad to ever happen to you.” I rambled off, shutting my eyes as another tear slipping onto my cheek. There was silence for a moment, before he removed his arm from me and turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed and a small, bemused smile on his face.

“Y/N, I am happy, you know that right? Especially with you.” He looked me in the eye.

“Sure, I have a pretty shitty home life, but doesn’t everyone? There are plenty of people who have it worse than me, and I count myself lucky for what I do have.” I smiled up at him, and he moved his arm back around me, looking forward. “I think you underestimate how happy you make me. Don’t think it’s just you who’s all grateful, Y/N, that’s not fair. Sure, I may not cry about it,” I laughed, “but I have you, and as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, that’s pretty much all I need. You know, I think the reason I looked so peaceful when you were watching me sleep, which is creepy by the way, is because I was here, with you. This is the calmest, safest place for me. Right by your side.” He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I tried very hard not to cry again. Why does he do this to me?

I thought about what he had just said, and a small smile spread across my face. The best thing I could do for Jughead was just to be with him. To be there for him, and to make him laugh, and let him stay at my house, and watch movies with him when I’m supposed to be working. To be his friend.

I took his hand as we pressed ourselves into each other, enjoying the silence, the darkness and each other.


Okay so this is a bit of a weird one but perfectly sums up how I feel about Jughead.

@ riverdale writers make him happy pls

Dialogue Prompts

So, I really want to start writing on this blog, too. So I made a prompt list.
Not all prompts are mine, some are stolen from another blog. 

I will be writing for the following fandoms:

  • Harry Potter
  • Criminal Minds
  • Supernatural
  • Shadowhunters/ The moral instruments
  • The hunger games
  • Divergent
  • The maze runner
  • Grey’s anatomy

Okay, that isn’t too much. I’m still catching up on other shows. Once I’m finished, I’ll add them. You can ask for any character x reader, or character x character. If you want a platonic one-shot, you should note that. You can ask for as many prompts as you want. 

Dialogue prompts:

  1. “I have always loved cacti.” 
  2. “You didn’t just say that.” 
  3. “Whoa-dude. Look at that!”
  4. “Just because I died doesn’t mean I’m really dead.” 
  5. “Just because I drove into that river doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver.”
  6. “You walked into a knife?”
  7. “How did you manage this level of stupidity?” 
  8. “You locked me outside!” 
  9. “I’ve always been there for you. And I will continue to be.”
  10. “Do you trust me?”
    “Not even a little bit.” 
  11. “Uhh, is something wrong?”
    “What? Hehe! Of course not, why would you think that?” 
    “Because I can smell something burning and you’re hiding behind a door. Now, let me in.”
  12. “Here’s a newspaper filled with all the love I can’t feel.”
  13. “You know, people may like you more if you didn’t smell like a dead body.”
  14. “Aww, sweetie. Where are your parents?”
    “I’m older than you.” 
  15. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child.”
    “Don’t throw the scissors!”
  16. “Here, take my jacket/blanket.”
    “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivers*
  17. “Why are you still awake?”
  18. “Come over here and make me.” 
  19. “The salad here is really nice.” 
    “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  20. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
  21. “You can’t ride a bike?” 
    “Why are you whispering?”
  22. “We’re going downtown.”
    “There’s a strip club downtown.” 
  23. “You broke what?!” 
    “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  24. “Come Inside. I’m sorry.”
    “Not until an apology.”
    “I just said i’m freaking sorry.” 
  25. “Are you jealous?”
    “You are changing your outfit right now.”
  26. “Why did I marry you?” 
    “It took a whole lot of convincing.”
  27. “Luck? Nope. Skills.”
    “If it’s skills then do it again.”
  28. “You said forever!”
  29. “Seven fucking years and that’s all you have to say?” 
  30. “I love you, but I have to go.” 
  31. “I hate you so much.” 
  32. “You were and still are my everything.”
  33. “I can’t love you the way you want.” 
  34. “Hey jerk.”
    “…”
    “I mean… Babe?”
  35. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”
    “You always have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
  36. “S/he just tripped and won’t stop laughing.”
  37. “Nice dancing you did there, how about you dance your way to my bedroom?” 
  38. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me.”
  39. “I’ve looked after coma patients more interesting than you.” 
  40. “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get mad?”
  41. “This really didn’t go as planned.”
    “Is it the fact that everything is on fire that made you come to this conclusion?”
  42. “I can’t believe that worked.”
    “It was part of your plan.”
    “I know! My plans never work!”
  43. “You need to go! I’ll distract them!”
    “Do you think you can outrun them?”
    “If by outrun them you mean not getting caught… Probably not.” 
  44. “If you asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  45. “You’re too good for this world.”
  46. “I can hardly stand myself.” 
  47. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.” 
  48. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” 
  49. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  50. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” 
  51. “Who did this to you?”
  52. “If you kill them, you better kill me too. Because if you don’t, I will kill you.”
  53. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  54. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  55. “What happened?”
    “I got hit by a taxi. And it hurt.” 
  56. “She’s cute. But I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”
  57. “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth. Want to see?”
  58. “You said that if I went to bed early I’d feel better. You’re a fucking liar.” 
  59. “You’re late.” 
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
  60. “You made me cookies?”
  61. “You stole what?”
  62. “You aren’t pathetic.”
  63. “you looked at me different.”
  64. “I am not pregnant!”
  65. “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
  66. “I thought you were dead!”
  67. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
  68. “How. The fuck. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
  69. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
  70. “You threw a tampon at him?”
  71. “You just kissed me.”
  72. “Hold up-just-just stop. just-what are you exactly doing? It’s two AM!”
  73. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
  74. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 
  75. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  76. “Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”
  77. “If I would’ve known he was going to die, do you think I would’ve done it?”
  78. “I know you love me, but I’m tired of lying when I say it back.”
  79. “When I look at you, I see my world. And that scares the living crap out of me.”
  80. “Tell me what they did to you, please.”
  81. “I’ll go home. But it isn’t home when you’re not there.”
  82. “I’m pathetic because I go to you for everything but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  83. “I wish I could hate you.”
  84. “I’ll let you down. I’ll always let you down. I’m not enough to keep you satisfied.”
  85. “I’m trying! Can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”
  86. “I’m useless to you now.”
    “You’re a person. Not a toaster. You don’t have to have a use.”
  87. “i’m useless to you now.”
    “Oh please. You were always bloody useless. I love you anyways.”
  88. “I saw you roll skating, and I thought ‘that person is really cool’ and then you fell crashed and Jesus, are you okay?”
  89. “You had this big ass ice cream and you were so exited you dropped it and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sadder person. Just please let me buy you a new one.”
  90. “We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have to ship us and I kind of like you. Hahaha, oh god, I need to stop blushing.”
  91. “This was a terrible idea.”
    “What are you talking about? There’s free nacho’s!”
  92. “Don’t do the thing!”
    “…”
    “You already did the thing, didn’t you?”
  93. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
    “… I paint fruit.”
  94. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
    “Agreed.”
  95. “Did you seriously run face first into a light pole because you saw a pretty girl?”
    “I’m gay.”
  96. “How dare you talk to me, peasant. I am your queen.”
    “You are wearing a blanket over your shoulders.”
    “Silence! Now, fetch me some substances.”
    “Pizza bites or mini quiche?”
    “Pizza bites, obviously.”
  97. “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.”
  98. “That-that’s your blood?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”
  99. “This is going to hurt but you have to stay quiet, okay?””
  100. “Don’t pass out, we’re almost there.”
  101. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.”
  102. “You didn’t feel that? This is bad, you should’ve felt that.”
  103. “I’m scared to move you. Just wait here and I swear I’ll come back with help.”
  104. “That’s a lot nastier than it seemed at first glance.”
  105. “Please don’t die. Don’t die in my lap, I’m begging you.”
  106. “Stop being overdramatic-OH!”
  107. “Just how I want to spend the night. Removing glass from my best friends head and strapping it up.”
  108. “She has internal damage. Sh’s couching up blood.”
  109. “Would it be cliché if we matched clothes a little?”
  110. “Could you hold my hand?”
  111. “Shh, shh. I’m here now. Now give me your hands, we need to clean the blood off. Don’t cry. -I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, Ill always be there for you.”
  112. “If you want to leave then-”
    “I don’t want to leave! I want you, you idiot.”
  113. “Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.”
    “I swear to god, if I didn’t love you.”
  114. “Oh my god! Go to sleep! It’s three AM!”
    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
  115. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  116. “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  117. “But this is our thing. Eating cereal and bitching about people.”
  118. “Just don’t let go.”
  119. “Come on, just one date.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I really like (character) and she asked me first.” 
  120. “Gosh! Why are you so cold! get off me, you icicle!”
  121. “Are you…. crying? You? Miss/mister ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell”?”
    “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses.”
  122. “You did all this for me?” 
    “No, I did this for Jeffery from across the street. Yes I did all of this for you!”
  123. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere.” 
  124. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
    “Y/n, we’re in a prison cell.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
  125. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
  126. “Shit, you’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
  127. “Shut up.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “I don’t care. Shut up.”
  128. “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea. You coming?”
  129. “Did you just try to banish me?”
  130. “I swear to you, this is how I found him.”
  131. “No thanks. I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  132. “You handled that real professional.”
    “I know right? I’m so proud of myself.”
  133. “That was the worst night ever.”
    “Same time next week?”
    “Of course.”
  134. “I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
  135. “Just-just go away.”
    “I would! If we weren’t handcuffed together.! Oh, and whose fault was that again? Yours!”
  136. “And I thought we were going to have a last kiss.”
  137. “I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I don’t want to stay.”
  138. “When did you stop?”
    “Stop with what, darling?”
    “Loving me.”
  139. “Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back.”
  140. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and I’m sorry.”
    “No you’re not. You don’t care about anyone apart from yourself.”
  141. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
  142. “I love you so much. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
  143. “You only like me for my body!”
  144. “You wanted to talk? Well, here I am!”
  145. “I tried. I tried so hard, why couldn’t you?”
  146. “I bled for you. From every pore of my body, I bled. What more do you want?”
  147. “Nobody can tell me what to do.”
    “Well, actually they can.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to them.”
  148. “Knock knock, I’m here. What’s for dinner fucker?”
  149. “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
    “I can chew a lot.”
  150. “You have blood on your hands!”
    “Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much for pointing that out! Really helpful to our current situation. Seriously, thank you so much for brining this to my attention!  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  151. “I love your perfume. What scent is that? The scent of death?”
  152. “I always carry a knife in my purse in case we’re eating cake.”
  153. “You guys got a plan, though. Right?”
    “Yeah. Run.”
  154. “Maybe he’s afraid of me because I know how to use a knife.”
    “Well, I mean that’s why I’m afraid of you, so…”
  155. “Is violence always your answer?”
  156. “Remember how I said I already took care of that? Well, I lied and need your help right now.”
  157. “Please, help me. Just this one time.”
  158. “Did you break that glass on purpose?”
    “It offended me.”
  159. “I can explain!”
    “Alright then. Tell me.”
    “… I lied, there’s literally no explanation for this.”
  160. “Fight like hell.”
  161. “Do you realize how let it is?”
  162. “Can you please come and get me?”
  163. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
  164. “This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in!”
  165. “If we die, I am going to kill you.”
  166. “I love her.”
    “Her? As in a woman?”
    “No, as in a robot. Of course as in a woman you ding-bat!”
  167. “Are you drunk?”
    “No, you’re just blurry.”
  168. “I think we should run away now.”
    “Funny, I was just about to say that.”
  169. “I will not let you make me feel small. Back off.”
  170. “You’re great at dancing.”
    “I’m great at everything.”
  171. “You didn’t do the dishes, so I’m not doing you.”
  172. “Don’t give me that look.”
  173. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”
  174. “I love you, you asshole.”
  175. “What the hell kind of noise was that?”
    “I sneezed.”
    “That was not a sneeze.”
  176. “How is she?”
    “She’s fine. She has some ice cream. I wish I had ice cream.”
  177. “This is an apology pizza.Please take it or I’ll start crying right now.”
  178. “You’re stronger than you look.”
  179. “If you push me on the swings, I’ll buy you dinner. Don’t push to high, though. I don’t like heights.”
  180. “Wait, you’re gay?”
    “What gave it away? Constant flirting?”
  181. “You came back.”
  182. “Mom? I need help… I’ve made a mistake.”
  183. “So, this is haw it’s going to end. You’re staying with them?”
    “I have to.”
    “You don’t have to betray me. You don’t have to do anything.”
  184. “I’m trying to be less bitter, but your happiness isn’t rubbing off on me.”
  185. “Take of your shirt.”
  186. “You’re sweet.”
  187. “I’ve never felt this sensation before.”
    “Hugging?”
    “Being loved.”
  188. “Do you not realize how much I care about you?”
  189. “I know I’m allergic to peanuts, but I could’t day no when you walked into the office with freshly baked cookies and that damned smile on your face.”
  190. “I like it when you smile.”
  191. “This isn’t what I had in mind, but it’s better.”
  192. “Nothing is wrong. I just really like the smell of your lotion.”
  193. “You’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”
  194. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
  195. “You make a good pillow.”
  196. “I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
  197. “I hate you. I hate you so much for making me love you. Why did you make me love you if you never intended on loving me back?”
  198. “When you think of me, if you think of me, remember how much I loved you.”
  199. “I almost lost you.”
  200. “Please, just please make the pain stop.”
  201. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
  202. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”
  203. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  204. “You know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
  205. “You left without saying goodbye. I hate you for that.”
  206. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  207. “What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there’s no one else you could ever be with, and that you’d rather be alone than without me.”
  208. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one who can see that.”
  209. “Twins?… We’re having twins?”
  210. “You are so tiny compared to me.”
  211. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
  212. “I want you body. I want your mouth. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. And I want you to come with me when I go.”
  213. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  214. “May I have this dance.”
  215. “This bath is too damn hot.”
    “This is why we can’t do cute stuff. You complain to much.”
  216. “One day you’ll learn.”
    “Learn what?”
    “That someone like me doesn’t get a happy ending. Those are reserved for people like you.”
  217. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
  218. “If you don’t rest, you wont heal.”
  219. “ Why don’t they just kiss already?”
  220. “Is that a challenge?”
  221. “Here, let me see.”
  222. “How could anyone love me?” 
    “Don’t look at me. I married you for your cooking.”
  223. “So… Err, I noticed you’re kind of naked. Is that intentional, or…”
  224. “You forgot me.”
    “It was an accident.”
  225. “Drag your chair here, I can’t translate dead languages.”
  226. “Open this.”
    “Can you say please?”
  227. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean, it because I might so something crazy like believe it.”
  228. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
  229. “I was wrong. I thought I wanted him to look twice at me… Bit I don’t need him to look twice at me when you never stopped looking.”
  230. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.”
    “Then stop looking.”
  231. “Things didn’t have to end like this.”
    “But we always knew they would, didn’t we?”
  232. “She’s dead! And it is your fault!”
  233. “Are you going to lecture me about how wonderful life is?”
  234. “They’d be better off without me.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
  235. “It’s okay to cry.”
  236. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  237. “The axe is a bit unsetting, but honestly, you look great.” 
  238. “You asked me if I had any ideas. Not if I had any good ideas.”
  239. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”
  240. “So, I just realized… I’ve been shot.”
  241. “Delete it. Now.”
  242. “Could you guys do me a favor?”
    “Anything.”
    “Could at least one of you look like you are ever going to see me again?”
  243. “Don’t make me smack you in front of these people.”
  244. “I’m not a bitch. Okay, I’m lying, obviously.”
  245. “Can you get the gun out of my face, please?”
  246. “I don’t scare easily, you evil bitch.”
  247. “She’s been in there for hours and I haven’t heard a sound since.”
    “That’s because she left through the window.”
  248. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” 
    “Not until four.”
  249. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
  250. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
    “Actually, it’s more like eight.”
    “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
  251. “You passed out for like an hour.”
  252. “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.”
  253. A: “When I’m not here, do you braid each others hair and debate who the coolest Jonas brother is?”
    *B and C glance at each other*
    B: “No… But it’s totally Nick.”
    C: “Definitively Nick. But Kevin is the talented one.”
    B: “Yes, but Nick is the cute one.”
    C: “What about Joe?”
  254. “Do you know how to braid hair?”
  255. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
    “Suck my ass.”
  256. “What’s your favorite lipstick?”
    *Rambles about lipstick*”What’s yours?”
    “The one you’ll be adding to my lips.”
  257. “You could at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say.”
  258. “I always blame others for my mistakes. Just kidding, I don’t make mistakes.”
  259. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not you.”
  260. “Go to your room!”
    “First off, we share a room. Secondly, I am the older one. Bitch.”
  261. “I promised I’d safe you.”
    “I promised I’d kill you if you did.”
  262. “You did what?!”
  263. “I thought you were going to steal a boat?”
    “What do you mean, This is a boat.” 
    “No, no. This isn’t a boat, this is a motherfucking yacht!”
  264. “I wont die for you. I’d kill for you.”
  265. ^^^add your own! ;)


These are a lot! I hope you find one or maybe a few you’d like to request! 

Social Butterfly (Jason Todd x Reader)

@ahs-elsa :Could you write a Jason Todd one shot where the reader is super shy around him, so he thinks that she doesn’t like him & it sort of pisses him off and he rants about it to the other Robins and they’re like “dude she’s like in love with you” please?:D”

Schninner: Why of course!!! This is such an adorable idea, but I am pretty sure I butchered it. So apologies, but I hope you like it! This was also WAY longer than expected…

(Reader is a Female)

Key: [F/B] – Favorite book

Warnings: Just a few cuss words,

Word count: 1317

Master List


You lounged comfortably on the couch inside of the Wayne manor’s living room reading one of your favorite book. You stretched out feeling the warmth of the fire spread through you, and let out a lazy yawn as you curled back once more and continued reading.

Some might find it weird to be so comfortable in a home that wasn’t yours, and if it were any other house, you wouldn’t have even asked to use the bathroom. You were just that timid. This just happened to be the house of your best friend Dick Grayson. You guys had met when you were kids, and both went to Gotham Academy. You had been the awkward and quiet girl that nobody noticed, and you were perfectly fine with that. People had always made you extremely nervous, you just never knew what to say to them, so you tended just to keep to yourself.

Most people just ignored you, but Dick was not most people. He had seemed to make it his mission to befriend you, and in the end, he had succeeded. It wasn’t long before you guys started hanging out, and as the years went by, he eventually introduced you to his family.

You were quiet around them at first, but after a while you warmed up to them and essentially became a part of the family. You loosened up and become more vocal toward everyone in the family. Well… almost everybody.

Jason Todd. That was the name of probably the most gorgeous man alive, and it wasn’t even his looks that made him attractive to you. You loved how he acted like such a rugged bad boy, but in reality, he was just a big dork. You loved the way his blue eyes lit up whenever he heard someone mention his favorite book. And his smile? There were no words to describe the feeling in your stomach whenever he flashed you one of his dazzling smiles.

Of course, you had never told Jason this. In fact, you could never seem to form full sentences when you were around Jason. You spoke, but your more were usually incoherent mumbles or grunts. Simple to say, you didn’t talk to him much.

Just then, Dick plopped himself down right by your feet.

“Hiya [F/N]! What ‘cha reading?” he asked snatching the book away from your grasp.

“Dick, what the hell?” You squeaked in surprise as your friend looked at your book’s cover.

“[F/B]? Oh no, [F/N] not you to!” He said with an exasperated groan.

“What are you talking about-?” You start as you try to snatch you book back.

That’s when a hand reached up from above you two and grasped the book, removing it from Dick’s hands. A pair or bright blue eyes danced with excitement as they read the title of the book. Jason Todd then took his eyes off the book and looked to you, he smiled brightly as he spoke, causing your heart to flutter.

“[F/B]?! No way! [F/N] you like this series too?”

You nodded, avoiding any and all eye contact while letting out a small, “Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, don’t you just love the part when…” He went on and on bringing up several of your own favorite parts of the book. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head while he was speaking.

His phone then beeped a few times, causing him to pause while he was in the middle of angrily ranting about the antagonist o the book. He eyed the phone and gave a slight frown.

“Well, duty calls.” He said gesturing to his phone.

He handed you back your book, his thumb, accidentally brushing against yours, almost sent you into shock.

“It’ been fun talking books with you [F/N], we should do it again sometime.” He said as he walked toward the front door.

You managed to make a barely audible, “Mmm hmm,” and a little wave before the door shut gently behind him.  You stared at the door for a while before turning around to find Dick smiling at you mischievously.

“What?” You said, trying to act as casual as possible.

“OOOHH!!! [F/N] got a crush on Jaybird!!!!!” He teased giving you a wide smile.

“Grow up Grayson! I do not!” but as soon as you said it, you felt your cheeks burn bright red.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” He replied giddily bouncing up and down on the couch like a six-year-old on Christmas day.

You groaned in defeat, and slumped into the couch covering your now bright red face with your book. He was never going to let this go.


Jason Todd did not get you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try, in fact, some might say he’s tried a little too hard to understand you or get your attention. But it seemed to him that whenever he was around, you would tense up and immediately grow silent avoiding pretty much all eye contact.

At first, he thought you were just shy, but he quickly diminished this idea when he saw you casually chatting with Tim and Damian. He had tried to enter the conversation, but you had immediately found an excuse to leave the conversation.

At first, he thought he might have done something to upset you, but then he realized that you had never been in a conversation long enough for him to have insulted you in any way.

Then, a thought had crossed his mind.

“What if she just doesn’t like me?”

And that idea really pissed him off. It wasn’t just because he had had a crush on you ever since Dick introduced you to everyone, but mostly because he had done nothing wrong.

This is what Jason had been angrily ranting about to Tim, Dick, and Babs for the past 40 minutes. (Damian was there at one point, but he had “refused to tolerate listening to Todd’s sad love life.” Then left)

“… it just really pisses me off!” He angrily stated while walking back and forth.

Babs just sighed, this wasn’t the first time she had listened to Jason rant about you.

“Jay! Just relax, [F/N] is too sweet to hate anybody, your just over reacting.”

Tim gave Barbara an unsure look, “I’m not so sure Babs, I mean, why else would [F/N] not talk to him?”

Jason gestured toward Tim, “Thank you!” he shouted before collapsing in a nearby chair. He sighed angrily and leaned over, placing his head in his hands. He gave his head a firm shake before looking up. He looked over to where Dick was standing… silently?

“What’s up with you? Why are you all quiet all of the sudden?” Jason asked Dick.

Dick’s eyes widened, “Who? Me? Nothing’s wrong! I don’t know anything!” His voice cracked, and he quickly averted his eyes away from Jason’s.

Jason, Tim, and Babs all gave each other confused glances. Jason stood up from his chair and walked slowly up to Dick.

“Richard Grayson, you know something, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? Pfft! No…”

Jason looked at Dick with suspicion, “Well that’s a bummer, cause it would really be helpful if- “

“[F/N] doesn’t hate you, she’s just really really shy especially around you because she has a MEGA crush on you and she made me promise not to tell you but here I am telling you and she is going to kill me if she ever finds out so please don’t tell her that I told you!” The words came rushing out of his mouth, and as soon as he finished talking his shoulders slumped as if a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“So… yeah.”

Jason looked at the older male with wide eyed shock. His heart seemed to be beating faster by the second, and he could feel his face grows bright red. She-she likes me?

“Holy shi-! “

JugBug || Jughead J.

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: None:)

A/N: Riverdale is my newest obsession and obviously my favorite character is Jughead Jones. I’ve never read the comics but I’ve seen that there he is asexual, however, I’m pretty sure the show is changing him (AKA Bughead) and that’s how I want to write him. I’m sorry if that offends you, but come on, who doesn’t want a little fluff/smut from the mysterious closed-off hottie in the gray beanie? Also, I wrote this at 2 AM when I couldn’t sleep so if it is complete trash, let me know. I value you all comments unless it involves hate. :) 

Sidenote: Thank you to all of the people that followed me after Holy Trench Coat! I love you all so much and you are the best!

(gifs are not mine)


           It was Friday, the typical day that you rejoiced all your happiness because the week was finally over. You didn’t have to go to school, and you could sleep for as long as your mother allowed you to before she decides she needs to vacuum the house and wake you up.

           Normally, on Fridays, You would have a fantastic breakfast of waffles and bacon at Pop’s with a certain raven-haired boy as he typed and you drew, before you headed out to a prison that forced learning upon you. After you would serve your eight-hour sentence, you and sometimes Juggie, if he hadn’t already walked there, headed to Pop’s. Yes, you do interact with people on the way. It is a fair few and normally short conversations as your sarcastic humor is just not appreciated as much as it should be. 

           However, today is different. Your alarm casually didn’t go off and you were rudely awakened by a loud fist slamming into your door. Ever since you realized that your door had a lock on it, you made sure to use it and last night was no different. It definitely helped when your mother decided you didn’t need to sleep anymore.You thought you had fooled her but you were wrong and that was when she began to use the vacuum as punishment and to this day you can’t stand to look at that Dyson Dirt Devil. It even has devil in the name!

           Groaning, you stuck a pillow over your head trying to drown out the banging. After what felt like an hour, but was possibly only five minutes the knocking went away. A soft sigh left your lips as you snuggled deeper into your covers waiting for sleep to overtake you once more.

           However, you were sadly mistaken. The intruder did not go away and just as you were perfectly comfortable, your blanket was snatched off your body and the cold air from the AC unit blew goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes immediately sprung open and you sat up.

           The raven-haired boy didn’t even say anything, but as soon as you stood up his smug expression changed. You watched the smirk drop from his thin light pink lips and his brows furrow.

           “What the hell Juggie? How did you even get in?” Your eyes watched as his hand lifted to show the key that you had given him at the beginning of summer.

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anonymous asked:

The i love you thing, i was thinking the 23 or 30

{i chose #30. i was eyeing this one when I reblogged that list.}

The Way You Said “I Love You” - #30 - Too Quick, Mumbled Into Your Scarf

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They’d been together for two and a half months, this was about to be their 11th date, and yes, Nico had been counting.

He stood on Halfblood Hill, hands in his pockets as he waited for his boyfriend to meet him there so they could walk to the nearest city together.

When Nico saw Will approaching he almost burst out laughing. Nico wasn’t an expert on fashion but he was pretty sure wearing a bright yellow scarf with an orange Camp Half-blood sweatshirt was not the best idea. “Nice outfit, sunshine.”

“What? It’s cold!” Will said, “And I bet you’re freezing in that short sleeved shirt. Here, you should wear my scarf.”

“I am not wearing a bright yellow scarf, you dork,” Nico protested, but Will was already wrapping it around his neck.

“There,” Will said with a slight smile, “It looks better on you anyways.”

Nico gave a short laugh, “Yeah I bet it does. Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.” Will repeated in agreement and the two of them started walking.

Nico smiled as seconds later, Will took his hand, swinging their arms between them as they walk. The thought that slid into Nico’s mind then felt so natural that he almost didn’t realize what it meant: I love you. But he bit his lip and kept that thought to himself. Was two and a half months too soon to be thinking that?

But throughout their date that thought kept popping up. It floated through Nico’s mind when the waitress at the coffee shop commented on how cute they were together and said that she could tell they were a couple by the way they looked at each other. Nico and Will had looked at each other again then and smiled. I love you.

It bounced into his head every time Will laughed that day. I love you.

It bubbled to the surface of his thoughts when they went went back to camp as the sun set and sat by the lake together, so close to each other with their arms around each other and Nico’s head resting on Will’s shoulder as the two of them chatted easily. I love you.

It burst into his mind as the hour slipped into double digits and the two of them finally kissed goodbye. I love you.

Now as they pulled away, those words balanced on the type of Nico’s tongue, wanting to be said. But Will was already turning to walk away, so Nico turned too, ducking his head to that his words were muffled by Will’s scarf that was still around his neck. And finally, he said it, though it was quietly and as they were walking away from each other, he still said it, “I love you, Will.”

Will heard and he stopped, turning back around, “Did you say something?”

Nico froze for a second before facing Will and shaking his head, “Oh, nothing important. I, uh, just remembered that I’m still wearing your scarf,” he said, pulling the obnoxious yellow cloth off his neck and handing it back to his boyfriend, “That’s it.”

As Will watched him leave, the last few seconds replayed in his head until he finally comprehended what Nico had said.

“Wait, Nico!’ Will called after him, running to catch up until he could turn and stop in front of him. “I love you, too.”

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{i!!! finally finished this!!!}

cause your favorite color is me

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 2,006 
prompt: “day one: canon verse - something that takes place in the canon universe as we know it”
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017
summary: because riley’s always loved the color purple, but she’s fairly certain the color green might be the most beautiful color she’s ever seen in her life. 
notes: here’s my day one fic!! i’m not really sure exactly what prompted this idea, but i’m pretty pleased with the overall outcome. it doesn’t necessarily take place within a certain time frame, it’s post ski lodge, set sometime within freshman year of high school. it’s fluffy, and hopefully brings you feelings. enjoy! 

For the first fourteen years of her life, Riley is absolutely, one hundred percent positive that her favorite color is purple. Ever since she was a little girl, it had always been the color she had felt the most love for. On Halloween, she wanted to wear the purple princess dress, not the pink one, on her birthday she asked that all her presents be wrapped in purple wrapping paper.

On top of all of that, almost every creation she’s crafted in art class is splashed completely in purple and her stuffed purple cat, Violet, is one of her most prized possessions. It’s very easy to tell that her favorite color is purple.

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i want to remind you all that it is canon that wilson threatens people who are obviously better at fighting than himself with physical violence and/or forcible reprogramming

WOLFGANG =
{
ATTACKER = “Let’s not start a fight with the strongman…”,
MURDERER = “Murderer! I can take you!”,
},

WAXWELL =
{
MURDERER = “I’ll show you Logic and Reason… those’re my fists!”,
},

(”Maxwell has half the max HP-” yes but i’m pretty sure he’s like a foot taller and is creepy/intimidating and he has like those shadow bodyguards with swords so I am counting this as a poor choice of threats)

WX78 =
{
ATTACKER = “I think we need to tweak your primary directive, %s…”,
},


The only person he knows better than to threaten is Wigfrid


WATHGRITHR =
{
GENERIC = “Good day, %s!”,
ATTACKER = “I’d like to avoid a punch from %s, if possible.”,
MURDERER = “%s’s gone berserk!”,

mistahjimagines  asked:

Could I get a smut with Steve where he gets jealous? Rough and dirty talk if you dont mind? Thank you, love!!

sure thing! keep in mind that this is my first attempt at smut, and i am a complete virgin (i’ve never even kissed anyone, but i’ve read my fair share of smut, so i know what everything is), so this might not be the best, but i think it’s pretty good for my first try :)

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Disrespect - Part III

Word Count: 1013

Player: Tyler Seguin (Dallas Stars)

feat. the Benns and the Stars

Warning/s: consuming of alcohol, mild swearing, gif by @jamiebenntrashPart 1, Part 2

This is a repost of my own work!

“Oh I am so fucked.”, you groaned when you saw who had just entered the bar.

You turned back to your friends and the bar, ordering another drink. You needed it. You really did.
You hadn’t talked to Jamie and Katie ever since that Dinner. You were so mad, you just wanted some space. Katie had called and you were pretty sure Jamie had hired Jordie to make them look less like bad friends, but you had ignored those attempts, making it clear that you didn’t want to talk about it.
But now, all of those things didn’t matter. Because half of the Dallas Stars had just entered the boy, cheering and ordering a lot of Alcohol.

“Yes you are.”, one of your friends giggled when a muscular arm was wrapped around your waist. 

“Y/n! Nice to see you here on such a fantastic evening!”, Jordie grinned, already tipsy.

“And why is it so fantastic?”, you laughed, gaining the attention of some of the players. Of course, they knew you, they were just confused as for why you were there. 

“Because we just kicked some Red Wings ass and this wonderful guy”, he said pointing to himself, “scored the game-winning goal.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case! Barkeeper, I’d like to order shots. For me and the bearded wonder over here.”

You watched as the barkeeper took your order and filled two pins in front of you, clicking your glass with Jordie’s. You downed the shot of burning liquid and waited until your throat stopped burning, but when it did, you actually smiled.

“And that’s why you are a great friend. Time to say hi to the team.”, Jordie continued, pulling you over to the players that had found a few tables at the end of the bar. 

“Jordie.”, you warned but he just chuckled and placed you directly in front of Tyler and Jamie. 

They had happy looks on their faces although Tyler’s altered slightly when he saw you grinning. He knew that the Benn’s had practically adopted you as their second sister, but he still felt some kind of jealousy, seeing you with Jordie’s arm wrapped around your waist.

“Guys, look who I found!”

“Hey.”, you greeted half-heartedly earning a glare from Tyler and a slightly happier greeting from Jamie.

“Heard you won.”

“We did. We almost lost but Jordie managed to get a breakaway goal. No idea how he did that.”, Jamie said, smiling about the fact that it looked like you were trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah, no idea how I did that either.”, Jordie laughed, pushing you down into the seat next to Tyler’s and opposite to Jamie.

What was going on? Oh no. Jordie really was working for Jamie. Shit. you were screwed.

“Uh sorry, but I should really go back to my friends.”, you excused yourself, trying to stand up. 

Jordie grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.

“Uh you’re friends are dancing. You don’t dance. You don’t have to go.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could hear Jordie starting a conversation with Patrick Sharp behind your chair, while Jamie was standing up.

“I’m gonna get you a drink, Y/n. Have fun.”, he said, leaving.

And that’s how you ended up at a table, next to Tyler in uncomfortable silence.
You didn’t want everything to escalate like it did before. So you took a deep breath and - for the first time since you had seen Tyler - actually looked at him. He was watching you, the way you were trying not to run, the blinking of your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something and Tyler’s gaze flashed down to your lips.

“I’m sorry. I was way too mean the other night. I was just really pissed off at everyone involved.”, you apologized.

“No worries. I deserved it. It was a stupid Idea, to begin with. But I just wanted you back so…”

“Wanted?”, you asked, not showing if you thought it was positive or negative.

“Want. I still want you back.”, Tyler corrected himself. 

He saw the way your eyes immediately dropped.

“Sorry. But it’s just what I want. I miss you.”, he stated quietly.

You forced yourself to look up again, trying not to look as sad as you felt. He was really making this hard on you. But could you really trust him?

“You don’t have to be sorry for that. It’s just that we didn’t work the first time. Why should it work the second time?”, you sighed. 

“Because I love you. And I know that you still love me. That’s it.”

“It’s not. If nothing changes, it will end the same way it did this time.”, you stated.

“No, it won’t. Because I was acting like a complete idiot. I should’ve respected you more. But I know that now, so I won’t make that mistake ever again. I will call you when I stay out. I won’t cancel dinner. Please. I know it sucks that it took you leaving, for me to realize this. But this is not over yet. All I am asking for is another chance. And if I mess up again, I’ll leave you alone for good.”, he pleaded, his eyes piercing through your skin.

You watched him for a second, your head doing the math for you. Could you do it? If he was ever that stupid again you would probably pack your stuff and move away or set his house on fire.

“And I’ll get Jamie and Katie to leave you alone too.”, Tyler added, hoping to make his case sound better.

“Fine. One chance. I mean it just one.”, you agreed breathlessly.

Tyler let out a breath that you didn’t notice him holding before he reached out for your hand and laced your fingers with his.

“That’s all I’m gonna need, I promise.“

Let Me Take Care of You | Jackson Wang

Description: You are Jackson’s girlfriend. You have a happy relationship with him since he treated you so well and always took care of you. It’s not until you hear that he became ill to where he was sent to the hospital that you start to feel guilty that you never took good care of him like he always does for you.

Originally posted by j-miki

A/N: I wrote this scenario after hearing what happened to Jackson. I and IGot7 wish him a full recovery. I’m pretty sure others will agree that if Jackson were ever sick like this that we would drop everything and go take care of him. He works so hard for us that sometimes he forgets to take care of himself and realize where his limits are. When he thinks about us agase he never stops to look after himself so I wish that in the future he keeps a better eye on his health.

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Word Count: 1,171


I am a caring person. I always want to make sure that everyone around me is okay. I like to see those who are always around me smiling, especially when they are the source of my happiness. That’s where Jackson Wang comes in. I met him when I was a trainee and he had already debuted as a rookie in Got7. We became close in friends then it led to a more serious relationship then neither of us expected to happen. He is so kind and full of love that he leaves a huge impression on you after meeting him. He treats his fans like he treats me because every time he sees them and meets them he wants them to feel loved like a boyfriend.

Jackson takes really good care of me. He always makes sure that I’ve eaten, that I’ve slept well, that I’m happy. He is my ray of sunshine. I’m grateful for his attention and love that he gives me. Whenever I hear that bad things have happened to him, like getting into a car accident because his fans were chasing him, I feel like he never deserves anything bad to happen to him since he treats everyone like how he wants to be treated.

When I heard that he was taken to the hospital because he was severely sick, my chest tightened as I thought back to the last time I spoke to him. I had complained about my schedule when I didn’t even ask him how he was feeling. If I had known how bad his condition was I would’ve made time to see him and take care of him because I know he would do the same for me.

Once Jackson was released from the hospital and put on bed rest I made sure to make time to spend with him. I brought food by the Got7 dorm to help Jackson get some of his energy back. The dorm is quite since the rest of the members are promoting their new album.

I stirred the soup with the spoon and blow air to cool it down, “Have some more.” I bring the spoon to his lips as he slurps it. He looks pale and so weak that I’m scared to even hug him so he won’t waste the energy he has left.

“Y/N, you should eat too.”

“I’ll eat when you finish eating. You need food in your stomach so you can take your medicine.”

He takes a few more spoonfuls of soup, “Didn’t you have a show to shoot today?”

I shrug my shoulders, “It’s okay, and the girls can do it without me.”

“But you’re their leader, Y/N. You should be with them.”

“Jackson, it’s fine. One shoot won’t make me the worst leader. You shouldn’t be alone when you’re sick anyways.”

I take a sip of water in order to loosen the huge knot I have in my throat from holding back the tears that are peaking through my waterline.

“Jagi,” Jackson calls to me placing his hand on my wrist, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, the steam from the soup is causing my nose to run.” I couldn’t let him see me worried about him when he needs to focus on getting better.

Before I could come up with a new subject to talk about he takes the bowl out of my hand and sets it on the table beside the bed. He pulls me into his arms and keeps me swaddled in his embrace.

“I’m okay, jagi. Please don’t cry. You’re not as pretty when you cry. You are the most beautiful when you smile.” He whispers in my ear while combing my hair with his fingers.

I let a few drops run down my face, “How can I not cry when I complain about stupid things that are going on with my schedule and I didn’t even think about what you were going through.”

“I like it when you talk about your concerns with me. You trust me enough to lean on me for support.”

“You should do the same. I want to hear your problems and what’s bothering you. You tell agase that they should take care of themselves and to never stress because you’re always beside them but who’s looking out for you when you’re like this?”

“Yes, I have worries and stress but it never bothers me because when I see you I forget what was bothering me in the first place.”

“Still, you shouldn’t hide it especially when it involves your health. You can act like your fine about your feelings but your body won’t cooperate with you when you want it to.”

“I know, but agase wait so long to meet us that I don’t want to let them down because of a little upset stomach.”

I slap his arm, “Upset stomach? You vomited and you had to be carried out of the building trait to a hospital. You’re not a hundred percent. Agase understands if you’re not well. Your health comes first to them. If you die because you refused to get treated for you sickness then how are they gonna feel knowing you gave your life for them. They love you…almost as much as I do.”

He smirks at me with those adorable stares of his as I completely go off ranting about his health and fans.

“I don’t want to see you getting upset about missing some performances because you matter first.” I sniff the gross mucus coming from my sinus caused by the thought of Jackson tolerating the pain he was going through at that fan meeting but having so much ambition to see it through to the end.

“JACKSON WANG, YOUR HEALTH IS IMPORTANT SO DON’T ACT LIKE YOU’RE FINE WHEN YOU’RE REALLY NOT! IF YOU’RE SAD, TELL ME YOU’RE SAD AND WHY YOU’RE SAD! EVEN IF YOUR CONSTIPATED, TELL ME SO I CAN NOT ONLY LAUGH AT YOU BUT EVENTUALLY GIVE YOU SOME ORGANIC MEDICINE TO HELP! WHATEVER IT IS, NO MATTER HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS JUST TELL ME!” I finally let the frustrations out in front of him.

It makes me realize how similar Jackson and I are. We both keep out emotions to ourselves in order to not burden anyone with our issues that can be dealt with on our own.

Jackson takes my cheeks in his strong hands to wipe my tear with his thumbs. He pulls my face closer to him to give me a loving kiss to my lips.

I always wish nothing but good things for Jackson, for him to succeed with Got7 and in life in generally. If for some reason we’re no longer together and he finds someone else to share his life with, I will give him my support to the fullest as long as he is happy where he is.

We stay in place with our foreheads touching for a while in silence until Jackson speaks again.

“Jagi,” I hum a reply, “I think the soup gave me gas.”

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Today’s The Day

Request: Could you please write an EXTRA FLUFFY Sirius x reader imagine? Thank you very much! Xx

and

hello! sorry to bother you but I was just thinking if you can write a small imagine if sirius finally having the courage to flirt and ask out his gryffindor crush who is known of being intimidating (just like me lol)

Word Count: 2,041

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“Alright, Prongs, today’s the day,” Sirius declared confidently. “Is it?” James smirked. “Yes,” Sirius replied. “You sound pretty sure of yourself there, Mate,” James pointed out, amused. “I am. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go up to her in the library after dinner and sweep her off of her feet and by the time I leave, she’ll be head over heels in love with me,” Sirius tugged on his collar, his boldness almost palpable. “Well good luck, Pads,” he laughed, mumbling under his breath,“You’re going to need it.” “I am not going to need it!” Sirius called as he left the common room for dinner. 

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anonymous asked:

how do i come to terms with the fact that no one wants me (no one! not even one person! no one!!!) and im so ugly that ive been rejected literally eleven times i counted and not even necessarily by people i liked just by people who wanted to make sure i knew how repulsive i am? ill never have a gf only my ugly-ass face and bitter jealousy for the happy pretty girls who dont know what it's like to be unlovable

hey anon

im so sorry you had to go through this? 

for one, im absolutely certain you look good. and theres definately someone out there who ISNT an asshole that youre compatible with. youre not unloveable and it may not seem like it but things are bound to at least take a turn for the better one day, if not soon. hang in there

Tips on coping with being you / your appearence under the cut

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Favorite Things-chapter 6

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Summary- Max can’t handle his emotions and feelings after his successful date with Avonlea. So he deals the only way he can…by creeping on her.

Warnings- Voyeurism, Non-Con, Masturbation

Word Count-1.6k not very long sorry.

Author’s Note- Yeah…not gonna apologize. Max is crossing some lines. Also, I am really confused as to the layout of the apartment. I thought I knew what it looked like. I have poor spatial skills, and the more I watch the movie the more confused I get. Lol. So…I’m going to be really vague about the layout of the apartment. Sorry? But I am pretty sure y’all aren’t here for the architecture. I’m also giving her a water closet so that she can go to the bathroom without him seeing because the thought of him watching in while she does her business is horrifying to me. Still not beta’d and there’s probably a lot of typos because I was super excited to post because I know y’all have been waiting for forever.

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Sitting in his room, Max ran his fingertips across his lips. They still tingled from her kisses. He felt his lips stretch into one of the most genuine smiles he’d felt in a long time. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. Happy.

God, he wanted her. He could have had her, but it was too soon. He didn’t want her to regret anything they did. He knew the waiting and anticipation would draw her to him. But he couldn’t wait. He had to know how she felt about him. He had to see her again.

He made his way through the dark passages easily and quietly. Would she call her mom? Did she have a good time? Did his kiss mean as much as hers? Did she wish it had never ended? Was she thinking of him? Was she imagining what could have happened?

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sukicurse  asked:

Hi Hi! I have a request for your designation: miracles stories! I am hoping this message reaches you as my tumblr hates when i sends asks lol. This is my second attempt so please ignore if you received my first. I always send a second just to be safe. ANYWHO I love how you write Akashi and Furihata, so may I request something with those two? feel free to add the other miracles as well hehe. Maybe along the lines of what Akashi's reaction would be to Furi being around children hehe. Thank you! :)

“Akashi…are you scared of the four year old?”

Akashi pulls himself up with all the injured dignity of a cat. “No. Don’t be ridiculous, Furi. I just do not see the point of interacting with creatures whose cognitive capabilities have not fully developed yet. Please take it away now.”

I don’t know his parents! That would be weird. I’m pretty sure there are rules about interacting with other people’s kids.” Furihata looks down at the sticky four-year-old boy, who is staring up at both of them wide-eyed, gnawing on a popsicle.

“Furihata,” Akashi says, his voice slightly odd. “Do you not know how to take care of children?”

“Well, not particularly,” Furihata says, sounding doubtful. “I mean, I’ve never really been around kids all that much. All my cousins are around my age, and it’s not like I have any nieces or nephews, so I just never had much opportunity to interact with them.” The kid is getting closer to them so Furihata smiles encouragingly. “Hi!” He wants to pat the kid on the head, but again, he’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to just touch strangers’ kids, even if the woman had left the boy under Akashi’s watchful eye.

“I see,” Akashi says, moving slightly back in a way that was almost unnoticeable. “I was somewhat counting on the fact that you would know how to handle children.”

“Why?” Furihata asks quizzically. Akashi doesn’t respond right away, but the child takes another step forward and Akashi takes another step back almost automatically, and then it clicks. “You are scared of kids!”

“I am not afraid of anything,” Akashi seethes.

“You are!” Then the rest of it falls in place. “Wait, were you expecting me to do all the parenting? Of any hypothetical future children?”

“Not all of it,” Akashi replies stiffly. “Just until they’re about thirteen. Then I am sure I would be able to do my fair share of the responsibilities.”

“Akashi!”

“Or we could adopt after they are already in their teens, as my father did. That seems like the most reasonable solution.”

“I can’t believe you!” Furihata is equal parts thrilled by the fact that Akashi has been thinking about their relationship in long enough terms that he’s imagining children, but also super irritated that he had been slotted as the sole caregiver for all children under twelve. He bends down to the small child and says, “How are you?”

The small child stares at Akashi. “He’s very red.”

“He is!” Furihata says gleefully. “You should go give the red onii-chan a very big hug.”

The boy giggles and flings his sticky self (complete with popsicle) at Akashi, who is visibly flustered as he tries to escape, “Stop! Don’t touch me– ack.”

Furihata laughs at the expression on Akashi’s face– he’s never seen Akashi so off-balance before. Since Akashi didn’t actually Order the child away, Furihata figures their future children will be OK.



A/N: Thanks, friend! Sorry for the lateness! And thank you, anon-friend, that is so kind of you to say! I don’t see Akashi getting embarrassed too easily, but I thought him being flustered would work quite well with this other prompt I had, so I hope you enjoyed!

Imagine Wash having a crush on Sarge and like, after trying desperately not to, finally just accepts it, and when he admits this Sarge wants to know why he fought it so hard and Wash admits that “the age difference felt a bit awkward”

“Why? Six years ain’t that much once you’re past twenty-five.”
“What? Six years? How old do you think I am?”
“Thirty five, right? Pretty sure that’s how many candles Caboose made us put on your cake.”
“Wait, that was accurate?”
“You didn’t count?”
“No, I- anyway, are you telling me you’re only forty-one?”
“Course not!”
“Oh, all right th-”
“I’m twenty nine!”

have a cleaned up but still ridiculous ‘brought together by a minor car accident’ au because jily. and llamas.

“Hello? Ma’am? Are you okay?”

Lily opened her eyes to find a boy staring at her through her car window with mild concern on his face. Two boys, actually. She blinked, trying to refocus her gaze. Didn’t work, but he was so pretty she almost didn’t mind seeing two of him.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

Lily took stock—her knee hurt like hell, but the airbag had deployed and prevented serious injury. Her greatest danger seemed to be repeated sneezing from the bloody white powder still hanging in the air.

She rolled down her window. “I think so, yeah.”

“Thank fuck—I mean god. I mean shit.” He rested a hand on the roof of her car and leaned forward. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Lily said, leaning her head back on her seat. “Did I hit the llama?”

The grin slipped of his face—faces. “You don’t remember what happened?”

“Er…I hit a llama?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I didn’t?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“There was a llama…right?” She swore there was a llama, and swearing, and swerving.

“A llama, or a mutant sheep,” he said, grinning slightly. Lily’s vision finally focused—there was only one of him now. He was far handsomer than her blurry vision had given him credit for. 

He had a very nice smile, didn’t he?

“You really don’t remember?” he asked. She shook her head. Or started to, but stopped, due to the pain. Good Teeth leaned forward. “Are you sure you’re okay? Were you unconscious just then?”

“No,” Lily said, because that was the appropriate reply when someone asked you if you were just unconscious.

“Right,” he said. She could tell he didn’t believe her. She didn’t believe her.

“Was I unconscious?”

“Maybe. And you didn’t hit the llama, you hit me.”

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