i can see me watching third star as the night ends

You Who... [M] (ft. Jeongguk)

Drabble Game Prompt 96. “Here, let me.” with badboy/jock!jeongguk

→ badboy football jk (warning: overstimulation, cumplay, fluff, and fuckingjeonjungkook)
→ 1.4k words prequel part 01 | 02

A/N: i have no idea where this came from, my hand sort of slipped, jfc what have i done 

UPDATE: added the highly-requested prequel as a thank you for 1k+ notes :) make sure to check out Give and Take! It’s a similar AU to this one! 


“There you go, yes, you can do it babe,” Jeongguk encourages, as you bite down on your lip.  

He grins up at you as you move your hips slowly against his, finding the way you squeeze your eyes shut tightly the cutest thing ever. 

“J-jeongguk I-I can’t–” you stutter, arms clutching at his bare shoulders as your movements stutter and begin to slow down. But you whimper instead at the loss of friction between your legs and begin to cry tears of frustration as you don’t know whether to continue grinding against him and chase after another orgasm or to stop completely. 

He just laughs huskily from beneath you, and wipes a tear from your cheek and presses a quick peck to your chin as you make up your mind and your movements continue. His head dips down to press open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, painting the skin there in blossoms of red and pink. “Shh,” he grates against your neck, a gentle hand coming up to stroke down your spine and settling on the curve of your hip to firmly help guide you up and down his cock. “you got this.” 

He’s in awe as he watches you desperately move against him, your soft breasts and nipples brushing up against his hard chest and melting him on the spot. It’s been years since he’s met you and only a few months since the both of you finally started having sex, but he’s secretly delighted at how sensitive you are and how desperate you are to pleasure the both of you. He wants to spread you out and fuck you with his fingers and tongue and make you cum over and over until you’re screaming hoarsely or tie you down onto the bed and tease you for hours until you’re begging for him, but he smiles as he relishes in actually convincing you to top him for once. 

Cause this time he’s being a little selfish and pushing the boundaries on how far he can take you because he’s currently coaxing your through your third orgasm and is harder than he’s ever been in his life as he watches you in tears because you’re desperate to reach the peak once again. 

You muffle your cries in in his neck and thread your fingers in his hair as you feel the wave approaching again. “Jeongguk, ‘m gonna come,” you murmur breathlessly, making his dick clench at how fucking submissive you sound to him right now. He whispers sooth encouragements into your ear and moves his hips up to meet yours just right and grazes the spot inside of you that has you cringing and sighing into his neck as he grunts when you clamp down on him and bite gently into his shoulder to muffle your cries. 

The orgasm is stronger than the last two he brought you to with his fingers and his mouth, respectively, as the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sheer rawness of his length brushing your walls makes you clamp down on his girth harder than you’ve ever come before. You cry out and clench your teeth and you’re going through your third intense wave of your orgasm when suddenly he flips the both of you over and pins your hips to his bed and begins to pound into you desperately.

His voice is strained and his hairline slick with sweat as he props himself up above you and glares determinedly into your face thats scrunched up in pleasure, moving his hips against you until he reaches his own peak. You feel his dick twitch once before he’s letting out a loud groan and a strangled cry of your name before his chest pulses for a moment and then he slumps down onto you. 

The both of you are spent and you’re still crying from the overwhelming feeling of being coaxed through three orgasms, with the third being the most intense you’ve ever felt in your life, and your chest heaves from the effort it took. Jeongguk is no better, as he pulls out of you with a groan and kneels between your legs. 

Taking advantage of your slumped and exhausted state, he pushes up a thigh and leans down a bit to see how his cum leaks out of your slit and grasps his cock that hasn’t softened yet with a groan. He gently holds the base of his sensitive member and collects the cum that’s already oozed out onto your thigh with his tip before pushing it back into you. 

You let out a strangled cry, a hand coming up to your mouth so you can muffle your cries, and another desperately clutching onto the wrist holding onto your thigh. He pauses, glancing up at your expression and waiting for you to push him away, but a slight movement of your wrist draws your thigh higher up and his hips a bit closer to you. Grinning, he grasps his softening cock once again and drags his tip from your upper thigh back into your slit, massaging his own cum into your center. 

When he’s completely limp and cringing himself from the overstimulation of pushing himself back into your pussy, he drops your thigh and climbs back up, whispering sweet things into your ear. 

“Baby, you were so good,” he coos, smoothing back your hair and wiping leftover tears. “You deserved that, you were so hot. Here, let me,” he gets a warm towel from the restroom and wipes down your thighs and core before dressing you in his t-shirt (a sight which he’ll never admit he absolutely loves) and pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.

“I loved it.” 

You hiccup, breath short from the sensitivity but also from your tears. “You did?” 

And he thinks its the damned cutest thing ever, how even if you were an innocent girl he’d never thought he’d date, you suddenly turned into a sex starved shyer version of yourself because of him, and then returned back to the sweet blushing one he’d fallen in love with even after hours of rough sex and the dirtiest things. It absolutely fucking thrills him and makes his dick so hard whenever he brings you to too many orgasms, when you reach the point where you dont know whether to stop or continue, or to cry or kiss him. He’s had his fair share of flings and sexcapades, but he knows that the only girl who’s ever made him so whipped, the only girl who’s gotten Jeon Jeongguk wrapped around her tiny little finger, is you. 

You who he began to tease and flirt with as a joke, but ended up falling so damn hard for you after just a partner project where you ended up sympathizing with him and treating him like a real fucking human being, and not the football athlete that everyone worshipped and expected so much out of. You who always looked at him, past his body and face and extracurriculars, and into his soul and really truly understood who he was at the core. You who drunkenly kissed him one night underneath the stars and you who’s cheeks went furiously red when he kissed you again in front of the entire school. You who weren’t afraid of telling him when he was being too cocky or just a dick, and made sure to keep him in check, to the point that his teammates were commenting on what a kind softie he was becoming. 

And finally, you who he found himself hopelessly irrevocably in love with. 

And he looks down at you, with your bare face that’s not really anything special. Eyes, nose, and lips that are average, hair that’s common, and a body that others will say they’ve seen better. But its the way you look at him with your eyes that makes him love you. The way you press your nose against his neck when you cuddle with him and the way you shyly move your soft lips against him when you kiss him goodbye. It’s the way your hair feels like absolute silk underneath his fingers when he runs his hands through them when you’re asleep, and the way your entire body literally lights up and bends at his will and his only

Those are the things, amongst many, that made the high and mighty bad boy Jeon Jeongguk fall in love with you. 

So he cups your face and smiles as he pecks against your lips, peppering your face with them until you giggle and shriek against his attack. Laughing, he draws you close. 

“I did, because I fucking love you.”


Prequel: 01 & 02 [fin], Give and Take[M]

***Nearly 3 weeks into the hiatus and I am missing Magnus and Alec desperately. Matthew Daddario voice: *When is it gonna end?” Siiigh. But well, what better way to spent the hiatus then reading some great Malec fanfics, right? Right. Because I have read a lot of amazing fics incl. discovering some great new authors. And now that autumn is coming…. the perfect time to read more.

Also, I am overwhelmed how many notes the last rec post got and how much you all enjoy(ed) it. So I hope this 5th edition will get a lot of love, too. Again, let me know if you liked this and if I should continue doing this. But now, have fun reading, pumpkins.***


FALL WITHOUT WINGS by @notcrypticbutcoy [ M | 144k | WIP ]

Alec has been told the same stories all his life. He’s been taught the same lines, over and over again. Downworlders are reckless, impulsive, demonic. They’re not to be trusted.

And Magnus Bane is the epitome of everything evil about Downworlders.

At least, that’s what people keep telling him. Alec’s not quite so sure anymore.

Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.


HOLDING THE STICK by @baneismyexistence​  [ M | AU | 80.3k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It’s in his blood. He’s spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

He’s doomed.


STRANGE LOVE by arandomfan91 [ M | AU | 46.6k | complete ]

Alec is in love with Magnus. Magnus needs Alec to be his fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?


STRANGE LOVE - EXTRAS by arandomfan91 [ T | AU | 13.8k | complete ]

Missing scenes and chapter re-writes from Strange Love, all told from Magnus’ POV.

These extras are tied in with the fic Strange Love. You should read that story first before reading this!


FOOLS RUSH IN by @m-aleciseverything [ M | AU | 85.2k | complete ]

Alec, Jace, and Simon go to Vegas for Jace’s bachelor party and things get a little bit ridiculous.

Alec wakes up the next morning and…wait a minute, who’s that in his bed?


AND THE OSCAR GOES TO… by @lecrit  [ E | AU | 21.5k | complete | Stars Aligned #1 ]

Working for Magnus isn’t easy. Magnus is out of control and Alec has to yell more often than not to get him to listen to him. He hates everything formal because it means he has to watch his mouth. Most importantly, Magnus is an incorrigible flirt.

Which would be alright if Alec wasn’t utterly, irremediably, unfathomably in love with him.


IT’S ALWAYS YOUR MOVE by @lecrit  [ E | AU | 15.5k | complete | Stars Aligned #2 ]

Maryse Lightwood is fierce, determinate and she is standing right in front of Magnus, on the threshold of his house, the scowl on her face announcing nothing good.

Magnus hasn’t seen her since the Oscars ceremony three days ago. To be fair, he hasn’t really seen anyone, too busy that he had been catching up on lost time with Alec.

Magnus thought he could be tranquil forever after winning an Oscar and finally confessing his feelings to Alec. Magnus was wrong.


WALK OF FAME by @lecrit  [ M | AU | 13.5k | complete | Stars Aligned #3 ]

Alec is fairly certain he is the luckiest man in America. On earth. Possibly in the entire universe.

He slowly started to convince himself of the now indisputable fact when Magnus and him started dating a year ago after the ceremony that crowned Magnus as King of the World (or Best Actor, but Alec isn’t always objective when it comes to his boyfriend).
A lot happened in a year, and Alec knows eventually the wheel is bound to spin and his luck might dim and vanish but as of now, he still feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he is going to make the most of it for as long as it lasts.


CATCHING THE LOVE BUG by @daddariossmile [ M | AU | 3.5k | complete ]

In which the Lightwood siblings always end up in the hospital, Alec spends a lot of time waiting around, and the charming Dr. Bane is more than a little attractive. 


SYMPATHY FOR THE PRINCE by @ketzwrites [ M | AU | 31.9k | complete ]

Prince of Hell Magnus Bane, was tired of his life in Hell. Every day was the same; condemned souls being punished for their wrong doings, demons feasting on the worst humanity had to offer, two or three deals with a few greedy humans. It was dull, uneventful. Boring.

So Magnus packed his bags and moved to New York City. As the owner of the lavishing club Pandemonium at the heart of Manhattan, Magnus enjoyed a life without worries for five years, until the fateful night where a former client was murdered on the streets.

It was then that he met no-nonsense Homicide Detective Alec Lightwood, owner of incorruptible morals and the tightest ass Magnus has ever seen. Earth was fun, after all.


TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS… by @baneandgone [ G | AU | 2.4k | complete ]

alec works in a coffeeshop. one day jace hijacks the chalkboard out front

(aka one of those ‘today your barista is’ sign aus)


THIGH HOLSTER by @everydayisonfire [ E | PWP | 2.2k | complete ]

Magnus doesn’t get distracted by a certain Shadowhunter, wearing a tight thigh holster.
Nope. Absolutely not.


ON THE SUBWAY by The_Forgotten_Nobody [ G | AU | 1.4k | complete | On The Subway #1 ]

Confused, Magnus followed Rafael’s line of site to the opposite side of the train where a young man sat, pulling silly faces. However, the moment he realised Magnus was staring his face flushed and he stopped, averting his eyes as if he hadn’t just answered all of Magnus’ prayers. In more ways than one as well because not only had he calmed Raf down but he was gorgeous.


MR LIGHTWOOD, MR BANE by TruePlainHearts [ E | PWP | 2.2k | complete ]

“Lovely to see you, Mr Lightwood.”

“And you, Mr Bane. Thank you for taking the time.”

*****

The kinky, shameless smut that occurs right after the rest of the clan leaders leave. Magnus and Alec make excellent and creative use of Alec’s new office and its expansive mahogany desk… and its sturdy door.


MR. LIGHTWOOD by @nanf1c​ [ M | 1.2k | complete ]

A ‘no kissing, looking at suggestively or touching’ rule was applied when it came to Magnus and Alec at the downworlder meeting. Magnus respected that, respected his man, and tried his best as soon as he walked through the doors of the institute. But now, back in his loft, with the night fallen and Alec returning through the front door from a demon attack, looking battered and exhausted, Magnus couldn’t help but keep the game going.


YOU HAVE ME by @hufflebee​ [ G | 664 | complete ]

They stay on the balcony for a while, listening to the sounds of New York at night. Alec noticed the glasses and the discarded pillows when he walked in, but he doesn’t want to break the comfortable silence they’ve fallen into. He looks over at Magnus, and by the angel, he looks beautiful, breathtaking. but the longer Alec watches him, the more he can see the makeup and hair and the clothes for what they really are.

An armour.


PARADISE IN BETWEEN by Teumessian [ E | 7.8k | complete | The Boundless Saga #4 ]

In the months following the loss of the Mortal Cup, anxieties run deep. It’s no time for a vacation, and yet… Magnus has had a lot of years to practice the art of persuasion.


WITH MY BODY AND SOUL, I WANT YOU MORE THAN YOU’LL EVER KNOW by liamandzayn [ E | PWP | 4.3k | complete ]

Alec captures the defined line of Magnus’ jaw between eager yet clumsy fingers, tilting his face upwards as they gasp into each other’s mouths, exchanging fevered gusts of breath. Magnus seizes the swollen flesh of Alec’s bottom lip with gentle teeth, nipping gingerly, suckling with avid hunger and Alec’s groan resonates loud and clear throughout the room. By the angel, he wants this man desperately; his need has become a physical ache, pulsating through his nerve endings and coiling strictly around his burning muscles.


BEGIN AGAIN by ReneeWritesx [ not rated | AU | 21k | complete | A Light To Call Home #1 ]

Unpacking sucked. And Magnus had only brought like half of his things. Okay, maybe two-thirds. But whatever, it didn’t matter. What did matter was that Magnus was sweating from carrying boxes, the cottage had no air conditioning, and he was super close to packing everything back up and driving back to New York in about three seconds.

-

Or the one where heartbreak is a pain in the ass, Magnus is forced to spend the summer in a small cottage in the hopes of finding his passion for design again, and manages to piss off the cute neighbor after only being there for two days.

“The only real pain in life is between hanging on and letting go.”


IN THE INSTITUTE by sarahrae5135 [ E | 6.1k | complete ]

Magnus stays at the Institute for the first time.


THE MORNING AFTER by @asexualalexanderlightwood​ [ not rated | 733 | complete ]

A small little post finale fic for anyone in need of more Malec loveliness


BETTER FOR YOU by @zrdu [ not rated | 9.2k | complete ]

Magnus’ and Alec’s relationship comes to a sudden halt when Maryse interferes. They both try to cope without each other.


WITH YOU WRAPPED AROUND ME, THE WORLD FEELS PERFECT by @matsdaddario  [ E | 3.6k | complete | Lovely Firsts #3 ]

Magnus is still asleep; Alec can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his own back, and Alec takes the few minutes just to enjoy being wrapped up in Magnus’s arms. He looks down at their hands threaded together, resting against his stomach. He loves the contrast between them; tan and pale, long and lean, deep red nail polish and short, bitten nails. There’s something comforting there too. How different they can be, but how well they fit together. Alec has a moment of feeling like they were made to fit together. It might be stupid, it brings a blush to his cheeks, but a warm feeling settles in his stomach at the thought. He likes that.


ONE DAY by @magnusragnor​ [ T | 1.3k | complete ]

“Do you -” Alec started, hissing his teeth in pain and looking up at Magnus. “Do you have any more of that free of charge warlock TLC?”

“What are you -?” Magnus asked, before the memory hit him full force and he tried not to laugh, because Alec was hurt, god damn it. But Alec was smiling up at him and his eyes were shining bright full of hope and love, so Magnus leaned down and kissed him.


MORNINGS LIKE THIS by @softmagnusbane​ [ G | 1.1k | complete ]

Alec feels all his love for the man in his arms bubble up to the surface looking at him like this. Sleep rumpled and peaceful, his hair is a soft mess that Alec almost can’t wait to run his fingers through when Magnus wakes up, his lips so kissable and slightly open. There is nothing better in this world than being able to wake up to this he thinks idly.


PLAYING WITH FIRE by Obsessivecompulsivereadr [ M | 3k | complete ]

Alec’s breath catches nearly every time he looks at Magnus, and it happens even during times they haven’t been on an official date. But tonight is different. Magnus isn’t his sedate and dignified self right now. He’s back to being flirty and relaxed, and he looks so good that Alec can’t stop thinking about touching him.


SO BRIGHT by @lemonoclefox [ G | 17.5k | complete ]

Alec has come out, but that doesn’t stop his parents from their continuous attempts to set him up with a nice shadowhunter girl. So, what better way to finally get them off his back, than to say he has a boyfriend? Problem solved. Except they now apparently want to meet this guy, who doesn’t exist. Thankfully, Magnus Bane – who encouraged Alec to come out in the first place, and whose silent crush on Alec is just as bad as Alec’s crush on him – is more than happy to help. Even if the night doesn’t end up going entirely as planned.


SLOW ME DOWN FOR A MINUTE by @abloodneed​ [ E | 7k | complete ]

They stared at each other for a moment, each beat of Magnus’s heart seeming to thicken the air again, pulling them back to the charged space they had fallen into on all of their dates. They’d fallen into this feeling here in the loft, out in the world, so many places where everything suddenly just felt intense and present. They were in this charged space where their bodies were saying one thing, and one thing only.

I want you so badly.


BLUE CHRISTMAS by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 1.5k | complete | Blue Steels Series #6 ]

Just a quick fic to fill in a Christmas need I have for my Blue Steel Series. Takes place between “Blue Extravagance” and the upcoming “Blue Righteousness.”
Magnus and Alec “come” together for the first time since Alec’s injury and the boys wake up for Christmas morning.


BLUE RIGHTEOUSNESS by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 41.1k | complete | Blue Steels Series #7 ]

After returning from medical leave, Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane catches his roughest case up to date. When one of his properties, a club called Kebebasan is attacked by two gunmen, Magnus Lightwood-Bane calls the best cop he knows. During the course of the investigation, Alec discovers that this shooting isn’t an isolated incident, but the result of domestic terrorism; a group attacking what they consider to be amoral. Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale have to move quickly to stop this group before it causes wide-spread panic in the city and more loss of life.


LUNCHDATE WITH AN AFTERNOON DEBATE? by eenkhjin [ G | AU | 5.7k | complete]

Magnus Bane goes out to get lunch but comes back with a mission to prove someone wrong. Kind of…


TO LOVE A SHADOWHUNTER by Madalena [ E | 10k | complete | The Peacemaker Chronicles #1 ]

“Are you really going to risk your life for a Shadowhunter?”

Those were some of the last words that Magnus Bane had said to Dot before he stepped through his portal to his lair, protecting only the warlocks. Abandoning the rest of the Shadow World to Valentine and his Circle.

Dot wasn’t sure how long she had been under Valentine’s control, but now as she stood on Magnus’ balcony, hours after Magnus and Clary had portalled away to the Institute, to save both Shadowhunters and Downworlders, she knew something had changed.

Someone had changed him.


OBLIVION by @champagnemagnus [ T | 2.7k | complete ]

Alec stood up, keeping a careful distance and being sure to move slowly as he approached. “Magnus, I am so sorry. For everything you had to go through.”

Magnus’ eyes never moved from the spot on the floor he was staring at. He shook his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “That agony rune…” He paused, taking a moment to swallow. His face was drawn in so much pain that Alec had to look away for a moment. He immediately punished himself by digging his fingernails into his palm. It was selfish to worry about his pain. He had certainly inflicted more than enough on Magnus that he had to atone for. “Made me remember things that I spent…centuries trying to forget.”


ONE SHOW ONLY by @gingersnapwolves [ E | AU | 29.4k | complete ]

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.


THE RED BUTTON by @ketzwrites [ M | AU | 38k | complete ]

After one black out too many, Ragnor and Catarina had enough of Magnus trying to drink himself to an early grave. It was time for an intervention and they had the perfect place in mind: The Institute, the best rehabilitation installation in the New York state.

Only Magnus wasn’t exactly asked for his opinion on the matter. And if there is something Magnus doesn’t like, is to be forced into something.

Maybe the Head of the Institute, Alec Lightwood, is enough of an argument to chance his mind?

→ through the flames (and into the lava)

Originally posted by kookielife

pairing → Jungkook x Reader

genre smut, fluff, slight humor, crack || dragon!jk, fantasy!au i guess

☆ warnings  public indecency, dry humping, fingering, non-penetrative sex, cumplay, i’m sorry

☆ word count  → 7.8k

Your boyfriend is a dragon.

Or so he claims.

or; the perks (and unexpected complications) of dating a fucking dragon

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{Special} College!AU Yuta
  • major: plant biology
  • minor: n/a
  • sports: soccer team
  • clubs: photography club, earth coalition, did debate team for a while but only because he liked getting into arguments with doyoung in front of people LOL
  • is really popular, fun, and relaxed,,,,,,you can see him taking a stroll from the library to the lab looking absent mindedly at the trees or at the sky
  • but don’t underestimate him,,,,,because he’s actually really smart and organized
  • a lot of the research he does in his courses is praised by his teachers even though he’ll play it off and be like “ah~ i got it right? what luck!”
  • but in front of other students he’s like hell yeah im the prince of the plant biology major ~~
  • likes nature so decided he may as well make a career out of it, also taeil told him once that he looked good in white so getting to wear the lab coat kinda makes him giddy
  • but he frequently likes to hike and go to forests,,,even on days when it isn’t required for his major
  • flirts naturally with everyone, from the TA in class, to the people in his group, to people in completely different majors, once came in to check up on an experiment his group was doing on some eucalyptus plants and i shit u not he touched a leaf and was like “ahhhh, you look pretty today~” to the freaking plant
  • tried to tutor for plant ecology but yuta has this thing where he can plan everything perfectly in his head but when he gets to actually trying to explain anything he’s like ah,,,well,,,you see,,,,one plant,,,and other plant,,,,become friends??? wait no,,,,,biologically plants cant make friends,,,,,,they,,,,,,interact? first date? yEARS of EVOLUtiON haVE CREATed This pLANT,,,,,,,,,,,,does that not make sense
  • but hey,,,he tried his best
  • doyoung calls him “narcissist nakamoto” anytime they see each other on campus dfldskdg
  • but honestly,,,he’s not wrong,,,,,because every soccer game the uni has yuta somehow ends up flashing that handsome smile of his and ending up on the front page of the uni’s sports website, the uni journal, hell even the other teams school has photos of yuta because he’s undeniably attractive
  • esp in a soccer uniform with his hair pulled back, pretty sweat down his strong jawline, and his eyes that can go literally from ^__^ to the most sERIOUS expression
  • comes of cool~ and suave~ and like suuuuuch a smooth talker
  • but all of his friends just sneer when people gush about yuta because they’re all like “this is the dork who calls his mom at like midnight and says he misses her and cries” and also apparently enjoys kidlike things like amusement parks and kamen rider 
  • “isn’t yuta soooo manly and dreamy~?”
  • taeyong somewhere: he collects anime figures don’t trust him
  • jokes jokes
  • but it’s cute,,,,yuta is all flower boy charm in his pressed lab coat and brilliant big smile and always trying to show off that he’s a gentlemen 
  • but also squishing winwin’s cheeks during lunch because wahhh so cute and getting all happy over the new pokemon release like,,,,,how soft
  • his dorm is slightly disheveled but it proves that he works hard with stacks of books and highlighters alongside the many trophies and medals he’s won for the school
  • (and ofc,,,,,his kamen rider figurines lmfao)
  • but yep it’s summer!!! which means a lot of kids have left the campus but some classes are still going on
  • you happen to not be taking any,,,,but you get a job at the local fair that’s going to run all summer a couple blocks away from the uni so you decide it’d be better to just stay in the dorm and well,,,,,make that Money
  • yuta,,,,,,,is also staying but that’s because one of his group studies is being conducted by a teacher who won’t be back in the fall
  • and tbh you only know yuta vaguely,,,,you’re friends with jaehyun who has talked about him and you’ve seen him in the school news
  • but,,,,,you’ve also “heard” rumors about him,,,,,how apparently he likes to flirt as much as possible and isn’t really interested in anything serious
  • someone once said something about how he accepted ten confessions in a day but then broke up with the girls through text
  • and you don’t???? know him???? but those rumors feel weird and full of jealousy
  • but at the same time like what is it your business anyway not like you and yuta have ever interacted 
  • until,,,,,,that changes
  • see your job at the fair is pretty simple,,,,you sell tickets to the ferris wheel and tell people which cabins to sit in
  • the ferris wheel is pretty tiny considering this isn’t a permanent fair,,,,and the rides like 5 minutes tops,,,,,but it gets fairly popular
  • esp at night when all the couples walk by sharing ice-creams and cuddling up close when they buy tickets
  • and secretly you’re like blEGh,,,but at the same time cant lose this job so u just smile and sell tickets
  • and??? that’s when you notice that almost every night
  • yuta comes by
  • and you know it’s him from the face but also,,,you’ve heard him speaking japanese on the phone when buying tickets,,,,,and you don’t think anything of it
  • but he keeps only,,,buying,,,,one ticket,,,,,every night
  • and idk you don’t want to say anything because maybe,,,,this is his stress relief from summer classes????? but at the same time everyones saying this popular boy who could have anyone he wants on campus is spending his nights. alone. on the ferris wheel
  • somehow, without either of you saying much to each other you memorize the time he comes by and save a ticket just in case 
  • like two weeks into this whole ordeal you dont even ask him to pay you just hand him the ticket and yuta gives you a look but you’re just like,,,,,go
  • because honestly you start thinking up ridiculous scenarios like,,,maybe he cries in there???? maybe the ride reminds him of a lost loved one??? maybe,,,,,,,,he uses it as a place to scream out all his frustration 
  • and the tickets are way 2 overpriced anyway college kids need to help each other out
  • but ,,,, the night before the third week of summer classes starts yuta finally says something to you 
  • and when he does you almost fall down,,,,because????? but as you slide the ticket over he goes “this place closes in half an hour, right?”
  • you nod 
  • and he’s like “ill be by the entrance. let me treat you to dinner.” 
  • at first you think you’ve heard wrong - maybe that he needs to treat someone to dinner
  • but when you meet his gaze, yuta smiles and is like “i promise to be there.” before walking off like it’s the moST Casual thing to ask a STRANGER to dinner
  • it shocks you so much that you barely manage to stutter out a “ok” when he’s literally gone
  • as,,,,he promised yuta is standing at the entrance as you come out still wearing your uniform t-shirt with the fairs name sprawled across the front
  • and yuta motions to it and is like “cute” and you’re like um,,,,,,what is happening
  • and he smiles again,,,so bright even though it’s nearing ten pm and he’s like “i know you,,,,,not from the fair but from college. you go to the same one as me.” 
  • you nod slowly but you’re still obviously confused
  • which only makes yuta chuckle, throwing his head back a bit when he does but he’s like “don’t worry, im not being creepy or whatever. it’s just,,,,,i know you’ve been giving me the tickets for free for a while so i thought i should do something nice back.”
  • the sentiment calms you down a bit,,,even though you try to say it’s fine you don’t need to be treated but yuta just throws his hand around you
  • pulling you by the shoulder closer and he’s like “nah,,,,we college students need to jump at any chance we get not to waste money - so c’mon!”
  • and that’s how you end up at a small stall at the night market,,,,yuta piling food onto the tiny plastic table as you watch him balance drinks in his other hand
  • for a moment you think back to those photos you’d seen of him on the school website. the star shining athlete of the soccer team
  • yet here he was,,,,looking something close to a fool,,,,,but in the most endearing way
  • you don’t expect to talk with him for a longtime,,,,but you do. 
  • yuta has a way of making people feel comfortable,,,,he’s obviously sociable and sweet and it’s hard not to like someone who gives compliments and actually seems interested in you
  • especially since the summer semester has left you pretty lonely on campus,,,,
  • but when you check your watch you’re shocked to see it’s nearing 1am and you have a shift tomorrow at the fair 
  • so hurriedly you and yuta clean up and practically sprint back to the dorms,,,,yuta making a joke about how he hasn’t run this much since soccer practice ended 
  • but as you stop in front of your dorm yuta says your name,,,,,smiling and adding that he’ll see you tomorrow before heading off into the other direction 
  • and it’s not till your brushing your teeth,,,,,looking in the mirror that you realize,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,that you just hung out with nakamoto yuta
  • the next night yuta shows up as usual,,,,this time he slips something toward you in exchange for the ticket,,,,,,a ice-cream bar from the grocery 
  • he says that it must suck to not be able to leave and take snacks and you look at the ice cream and go “how did you know my fav-”
  • and he grins and is like “ah, did you forget, you told me yesterday~ i personally like their green tea flavor more but,,,,”
  • and with that he waves,,,,going toward the ride and you sit there,,,,looking at the ice cream
  • and before you know it,,,there’s a small smile on your face
  • yuta is even waiting for you at the entrance again so you guys can walk back to campus together
  • this,,,happens for a bit,,,,,and then there’s a day when you have off and you pass yuta on campus only to have him call out to you and pout because you’re not at work~ he won’t see you later??
  • and you’re like nope i have the day off, you’ll actually have to pay for your ticket tonight 
  • he makes a face that makes you burst into giggles and he’s like ill have to call my sister for more money at this point,,,,,,,or oh,,,,,should i try and get doyoung to use his card,,,,
  • you shake your head because what street fair accepts cards???? and he’s like rats ur right,,,,,,
  • but it’s cute seeing him like this,,,,, in the daylight,,,,,eyes sparkling and pretty,,,,,,,
  • bUT you shake that thought off as soon as you see a group of underclassman walking by and calling out to yuta,,,,,saying something about how he still owes them all lunch or something
  • and the rumors you’d tried to forget come back to you,,,,,,,because hey he probably isn’t treating you any differently than how he treats others
  • catching feelings for him???? Big No No
  • but yuta turns back and says he’ll see you tomorrow then and there’s a hint of happiness in his tone,,,,,but again you’re sure you’re imagining it
  • so why is it that the next evening,,,,your stomach is full of butterflies,,,,,,you’re practically straining your neck to see if yuta is coming,,,,,,
  • the moment you see the familiar silhouette you start adjusting your hair and shirt,,,,,,,,god it makes you feel embarrassed but also,,,,,when his face appears in the window,,,,,smiling and happy
  • it makes your heartbeat surge and you mentally have to keep yourself in check as yuta tells you about something doyoung texted him this afternoon 
  • tbh as you hand him the single ticket,,,,,you get the sudden urge to ask ‘why don’t you ever take someone with you on the ride? like on a date?’
  • but you know you shouldn’t say something like that
  • but when you feel his hand brush against yours,,,,,you just,,,,,,you burst
  • “yuta, why don’t you ever ride the ferris wheel with someone else? someone,,,,,,special?”
  • yuta seems taken back,,,,,for a split moment even speechless but he just looks down at the ticket and you,,,,snap back into reality
  • and start to apologize because that was,,,,,rude of you,,,,,super rude,,,,,god why do you never thinK properly before speaking
  • but yuta just chuckles and is like “ok, you’re right i should take someone special can you give me another ticket?”
  • your heart literally drops into your stomach,,,,because,,,,,he does have someone special,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but hiding your trembling hands as you print the ticket you hand it to him only to have yuta give it back and he’s like “let’s go.”
  • honestly speaking you shouldn’t ever leave your post at the ticket stand but the park is closing in ten minutes and there isn’t another person in sight so when yuta pulls you in behind him ,,,,,,
  • you find yourself sitting in the see-through cabinet,,,,,the lights of the two flickering below you as the wheel starts to turn
  • and you’re too busy looking at the view to notice yuta is staring at you
  • funnily enough,,,even though you’ve worked most of your summer there,,,,you’d actually never gotten to ride it before
  • so with the sudden invitation to get on,,,,,you kind of got excited,,,,,taking your phone out even to take photos
  • until you hear yutas voice
  • “so, ive taken someone special now. are you happy?”
  • and you look at him and blink,,,,,,,because wait,,,,,,,,are you that special someone???????
  • but ur like no no no way and so you change the topic and you’re like “why do you ride this every night? does it help you think?” 
  • but yuta just shrugs and is like “no. i just like it. i,,,,,,like it enough to ride it twice,,,,,three times but,,,,,,,”
  • and you look up from your phone at him and suddenly he’s leaning over
  • hand coming up to hold the side of your neck
  • and just as you reach the top you feel his lips against yours before he’s pulling away and whispering “but i like you so much that i thought if i come everyday,,,,if i ride this everyday,,,,,won’t they notice me in time?”
  • and,,,,,,,,no one has ever,,,,,,so straightforwardly,,,,,,,said something like that to you so you’re shocked,,,,, 
  • nearly dropping the phone in your hands but,,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,you manage to ask “w-why?”
  • and yuta laughs,,,,,,hand on his stomach and he’s like “seriously? why? because,,,,,i saw you and it was like i was looking at my dream,,,,,,the person of my dreams,,,,,,,,and then when we got to talk i knew it was right. that you’re the one.”
  • the ferris wheel starts moving slowly again and once you and yuta get to the bottom you step out of the cabin,,,,,still trying to process the confession from him
  • when yuta’s hand slips into yours and he’s like c’mon your shift is over. let me treat you again.
  • and,,,,,,,you follow him but suddenly halfway down the streetyou stop and yuta turns to look at you and you’re like,,,,,,, “don’t play around.”
  • and he’s like ? what
  • and you yank your hand from his and you’re like “don’t play around with me. i don’t want to be just another person you woo and then,,,,,and then dump.”
  • yuta watches you,,,,,nervously looking toward the ground and he lets out a sigh and is like “do you think im playing? do you know how much money i spent on that ferris wheel in the first two weeks? 6 bucks for 6 days out of the week. that’s 36 a week, that’s 72 for tWO YOU KNOW WHAT 72 DOLLARS IS FOR A COLLEGE GUY DONT YOU”
  • and you look up and he’s like “listen,,,,,,some rumors about me are true. like how i stare out the window during class like a moron but am also ranked in the top five of my major. yeah i tend to fall over things because im not looking, but im still the ace of the soccer team. and yeah,,,,,,,,,i like to talk and be nice to lots of people but im not a player. my feelings for you are for real.”
  • you swallow the lump in you throat,,,but you’re also like,,,,,,,r-really?
  • and yuta is like yES really now do you feel the same or no?
  • you look at his outstretched hand,,,,,,,and you look at him,,,,,,,the smiling boy who’d treated you to dinner, who’d come everyday not to ride the ferris wheel but to see you,,,,,,,,,,,,and you take his hand
  • because what is there to lose in trusting this handsome, sweet guy,,,,,,who just happens to love corny things like the ferris wheel LOL
  • and most people cant believe yuta is actually dating,,,,,,,,,but not because of those stupid rumors but because he seemingly has never been interested
  • and when you meet his friends for the first time johnny asks if yuta didn’t perhaps pay you on the downlow to pretend-
  • but yuta is like heY im not you mr. chicago and ur like ????? and johnny is like fine fine fine
  • taeyong pats your shoulder and is like “good luck, he’s a handfull.”
  • you also learn of yuta’s undying fondness when it comes to transfer winwin which you dont mind because,,,,,the kids adorable and you and yuta are both like “he’s so cute” like 24/7
  • much to the disdain of literally everyone else,,,,,,,,winwin is lowkey savage though he told you once that you were too good for yuta who apparently is much more airheaded than it seems
  • but you were sure he was joking
  • until yuta literally almost burned down the dorm trying to make homemade takoyaki,,,,,,
  • but boyfriend!yuta is just,,,,,the best
  • he’s so fun and upbeat and never,,,,,like,,,,,,pushy
  • like sure he makes jokes about being prince of plant biology or the only man worthy of your attention
  • but he’s coming from a place of genuine love,,,,,and his want of your attention
  • which is kinda cute because if you ignore him for more than like twenty minutes you meet aegyo!yuta which,,,,,,,can either infuriate you or melt you it’s always a 50/50 draw on that one
  • yuta also loves taking photos which is something you leaned when everytime you’d go on a date he’d start taking candids of you
  • and you’d be like babe im just ordering off the menu we don’t need to take pic- but yuta is already like its fine i took one of you and it’s up on insta i tagged you check it out
  • his sister calls to check up on him and you’re always nervous to talk to her,,,,even though she roasts yuta to you and it’s amazing,,,but you’re always like i want your family to like me,,,,and yuta is like how could they not like you when i like you so freaking much
  • his sister told you about his flowershop job in highschool which you think is just the CUTEST so you always jokingly ask him to get you pretty custom bouquets 
  • but the thing is,,,,,,,,he does,,,,,,,he really does
  • and he surprises you with this big arrangement on the 100th day of dating and each flower has a meaning for what he thinks about you and it’s so beautiful,,,,,,,,yuta no matter how greasy he comes off secretly is a big sappy romantic. fight me on this
  • takes you hiking with him and if you get tired he’s always trying to get you to let him carry you and you’re like NO and he’s like “why not i am a man of nature, man of the mountains-” and ur like man of the mountains when you drop me accidentally off the cliff hell no nakamoto
  • if anything you do like hearing him talk about his major,,,,because people think he’s good looks and athleticism
  • but he’s also so smart,,,,,and his notes are all over the place sure but he knows what he’s doing and it makes you so proud
  • you caught him dancing in the lab once when he thought no one was alone. did he serenade a plant? he most def did
  • the hottest thing about him though,,,,is during his soccer matches it’s like 0 to 10000. at the beginning he smiles and waves at you blows air kisses and does the usual cringy sappy stuff
  • but,,,,,once the game is in heat,,,,,he changes completely
  • the softness in his eyes and smile are gone,,,,,,it’s just a fierce stare and raw determination 
  • and,,,,,,it’s ,,,,,,,,,a turn on especially when he wins and runs up the bleachers right up to you to get a kiss and slip his medal off to put around your neck
  • liKE,,,,,,,how idea,,,,,,,,,also getting to shower with him afterward?????? even more ideal
  • even though yuta can get pretty interesting,,,,intimately he’s always mush and goo for the kisses you give him on the tummy
  • when you both are just lazing around and he’s playing some 3ds game and you heads on his stomach going through your phone and you just lift up the hem of his shirt and kiss his tummy 
  • he makes the cutest,,,,,,,like the CUTEST hehehehe laugh,,,,,,,
  • “yuta,,,,don’t you have lab hours to do?” “yes,,,,but i also have cuddle hours to do so get over here”
  • when you’re upset,,,,,,yuta is,,,,,actually really good at comforting, he reminds you that he’s here,,,,,,by your side and nothing will hurt you and he’ll help you no matter what
  • and no matter how childish his interests are like video games and amusement parks,,,,,,he’s a serious man when it comes to you and your happiness
  • his mom texted you like 40000 baby photos of him which you love and cherish and yuta isn’t actually embarrassed at all tbh he thinks it’s adorable you fawn over him
  • (aka he lives for your attention. if you don’t give it to him, like i said, he turns into a mess of bad attempts on getting you to show him your love LOL) 
  • sleeps in class and still gets straight A’s - it’s infuriating 
  • but also,,,,,whenever you guys have time you’ll head into the city to the amusement park and get on the ferris wheel because no matter what yuta remembers it as your “first official date spot” even though that’d technically not be true
  • but it’s cute and it’s important to you two even though doyoung is like “go to a restaurant like ADULTS” but you and yuta aren’t rushing to grow up
  • any1 who spreads rumors about him gets you super worked up and you’ve screamed at a good number of people and yuta and the boys always hold you back
  • but afterword yuta is always kissing you madly because “wow i love you so much you stand up for me all the time and wow i love you ok im gonna keep kissing you no-”
  • you guys are a fun couple ok
  • still flirts with u even tho ur dating but he does it with plant puns to be cheesey. “will you never leaf me?” “if you were a flower you’d be a damndelion” “we were MINT to be”
  • what im saying is yuta comes off as not being a dork, but he’s the biggest dork
  • OH wearing his soccer team hoodie and people being like “wait, you’re dating nakamoto?” and you getting to be like yes ;-) yes i am ;-)

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this is you.

You’re 18, and starting over is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You thought that breathing wouldn’t be something you’d have to learn all over again, but it is. It’s like as soon as you stopped on that bathroom floor, even just for a few minutes–it’s like you forgot how. Every time you inhale, it’s a conscious decision. One that you’re barely sure that you want to make. It rattles painfully through you like your lungs have rusted over, broken-down gears in a machine that doesn’t work anymore. You don’t know if they can be fixed, if you even want them to be. You breathe anyway. You’re 18, and this hospital room is too cold, and a nurse gently asks you if you know why you’re here. You do. You’re here because when you were 10, you felt like you weren’t good enough, and when you were 15, you felt terrified, when you were 17, you felt overwhelmed, and when you were 18, you didn’t want to feel at all. You don’t say any of this to the nurse. You nod instead. She continues to talk, but you don’t pay attention, instead letting your eyes drift over to the newspaper on the table next to your bed, open to the sports section. You’ve read the headline a few hundred times by now. You read it again, just in case it’s changed. It hasn’t yet. Maybe next time. You’re 18, and as you settle back against your pillow, you think about what your mom said, about taking a break. No hockey for a while. You consider it, and you can’t decide if it would be more like cutting off a limb or removing a tumor. You think there’s only one way to find out. — You’re 19, and by now you’re used to how the parents look at you when they think you don’t see. It’s never exactly a look of contempt. More morbid curiosity, even fascination. Like you’re a zoo animal, something to be gawked at for a few hours each week and talked about briefly under their breath so the kids can’t hear. You don’t know what they’re trying to see. Do they think you’re hiding something? That you have a stash of blow in your duffel bag? That if they can catch you at just the right time, they’ll see you shooting up right there on the ice? Fuck them, you decide. You have a job to do here, and it’s a good job. The kids call you Coach Z, just Z, and they let you forget there’s any letters beyond that one. You help Eli with his speed and Julie with her accuracy, and you don’t look outside the rink. Whenever the kids win a game, they mob you afterwards, fight to get in closer to you, and it feels good. They either don’t know or don’t care. To them, you’re just Coach Z. For now, that’s all you want to be. — You’re 21, and it’s just your third game at Samwell when a massive D-man from Harvard slams into you from behind. A penalty is called immediately, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re facedown on the ice, dazed, and your ribs ache like hell. As the D-man skates to the penalty box, you can hear the sneer in his voice. “Heard you liked snow more than ice, boy wonder.” Another coke joke. Original, you think dryly. There’s a medic skating toward you. You can get up on your own, but he insists on taking you back to the locker room to check out your ribs. As he’s finishing up (some bruises, but nothing broken), Shitty enters the locker room with a second medic. He’s walking gingerly. You ask him what happened. “I went for the guy that went for you. Didn’t work out great for me,” he says, sitting next to you on the bench with a wince. You stare at him, temporarily dumbfounded. You ask why. He’s your teammate, he tells you. And your friend. Right? You look at him, this skinny younger kid with shaggy hair and a mustache half-grown in and ribs quickly becoming an abstract painting in shades of purple, and you realize he’s probably the closest thing to a friend you’ve got. You hold out a fist, and he bumps it gently. “Got your back, brother,” Shitty says. Yeah. Got your back. — You’re 23, and you have a problem. More precisely, a short, blond problem. With a penchant for baking. It’s not that Bitty’s not talented. He’s fast, and he’s got good hands. But if he can’t take a check on the ice, he’s never going to be a good player. You like solving problems. So that’s why you thought this was a good idea. But now, as you stare down at Bitty, who’s curled up on the ice, trembling, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, you start to have some doubts. The thing is, you recognize that look in his eyes. That fear. You’ve been there before. And you don’t want to leave anyone there, not if you can help it. So you set your mouth into a firm line and order him to get up. You check him, just softly and slowly so he won’t be so scared. And you do it again. And again. And again. By the end of practice, he’s still shaking. But he’s not curled up on the ice any more. You decide that’s enough of a win for today. You learned to embrace little victories years ago. — You’re 24, and you’re outside your new apartment, and you already miss them so much it hurts. You don’t remember what it’ll be like again tomorrow, waking up without Shitty just a bathroom away. You can’t imagine coming home and not finding Holster on your couch, yelling about…Buffy, or Liz Lemon, or whoever is the star of whatever he’s watching. You can’t think of coming home and not having the kitchen table smell like Ransom’s highlighters, or hearing Dex and Nursey argue a room away, or hear Chowder’s workout playlists blasting from the basement. But you have to, don’t you? You have to unlock this door, sit on the nice new furniture you picked out with your mom, open your fridge that won’t be full of mold and too many bottles of Sriracha. And in the morning you’ll have to drive yourself down to the rink, shake hands with the administrative team, meet a few of the guys. And though your team–you can’t stop thinking of them as your team, even if your last game together was months ago–isn’t here, you know that they’re on your side. Especially Bitty. You’re still scared about…this, this thing you have with him. Not of how you feel. You’re sure of that. But of fucking it up. Because you know, deep down, he is one of the best things that’s happened to you in a long time. It’s a risk. But you figured out ages ago that some risks are worth taking. — You’re 27, and you’re tired of hiding. Really, if they ask you later why you did it, that’s what you’ll say. It’s mental exhaustion more than anything that makes you let it slip. You’re just tired–tired of having to hold back truths and substitute incorrect pronouns–and when you mention offhandedly in a post-loss interview that you just want to go home to see your boyfriend, well. That’s it. You’re just tired. For a moment, all five reporters are silent, then they start buzzing like wasps, interrogating you, demanding you tell them the things they shouldn’t have the right to know about anyway. You refuse to go into detail. The assistant managers will probably be pissed, but you think George will get it. She’s known for so long. You go home, and you see your boyfriend, and neither of you turns on the TV. You know it won’t exactly be smooth sailing ahead. There’ll be press conferences, and interviews, and even more scrutiny, and a whole farm’s worth of assorted bullshit. But when you’re holding him that night, you don’t doubt that it’s worth it. Because you’re 27, and you’re too in love to care. And soon enough, you’ll be more. You’ll be 28, 35, 67. Married, a father, a grandpapa. And your life will be messy, and joyful, and so goddamn worth it. You’re going to be glad you decided to keep breathing. You’re you, and starting over is the best thing you ever had to do.

The Golden Girl-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Underage drinking, drug use, sensuality, sexual implications, and language

A/N: Y/O/B/F/N= your other best friend’s name

Originally posted by lipgallaghersaysfuckyou

   “Why didn’t I skip class today?” Mandy groaned, throwing her head back.

    “Because if you got caught skipping again, you would get suspended…again,” Lip muttered behind her.

    They were sitting in their eighth period British Lit class while Mr. O’Neil talked about some dead poet. Lip was only paying half attention since he already knew most of the information and he got good grades without even trying. He had a few more important things on his mind like Fiona and his other siblings and the trouble he and Ian could get into over the weekend. However, the other kids in the class could hardly afford zoning out in the way he did. 

    “…and that is how Edgar Allen Poe invented the modern detective story,” Mr. O’Neil concluded with a small smile under his wiry gray mustache. “Now, before you leave, I have to return your midterm essays.”

     “What’s the point? I know I failed,” Mandy muttered.

     “You never know. You could’ve gotten a D this time.”

      Lip smirked as Mandy turned around to slap his arm. It stung a little, but Lip laughed it off. 

       “We can’t all be weird geniuses like you.”

       “Most of you did not seem to grasp the concept I was looking for, which is confusing since all I requested was for you to dissect and analyze a piece of literature we previously discussed in class,” Mr. O’Neil said as he began handing back papers.

        A lot of the kids rolled their eyes, laughed, or groaned when they received their papers. It took a minute for Mr. O’Neil to get to Mandy and Lip.

       “I expect more from you, Miss Milkovich,” Mr. O’Neil said.

        “Have you met my brothers?” Mandy retorted.

        Mr. O’Neil cast a distaste look in her direction, but recovered a little as he handed Lip his paper. “Very good work, Mr. Gallagher.”

        “Thank you, Mr. O’Neil,” Lip said.

         Scrawled on top of his paper was a 90 along with the comment “Good work, Mr. Gallagher. Your input was interesting but the dissections were a bit off.”

          “Not bad, Gallagher,” Mandy muttered.

          “Thanks.”

          Lip couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He was always the smartest person in the room, even though the room primarily consisted of idiots. It was nice to be reminded of it. 

          “Miss Y/L/N, I was quite impressed with your work. I have never read such original or thoughtful input on Emily Dickinson.”

          The girl had a small, wan smile on her lips as she accepted her paper. “Thanks, Mr. O’Neil.”

           “In fact, you scored the highest on this assignment.”

           Y/N smiled shyly yet again and muttered a polite “thanks” to the teacher as she placed her essay neatly in her English folder.

           “Looks like Little Miss Perfect beat you out,” Mandy teased in a whisper.

           “I’ll let her have it, this is probably the only pleasure she gets out of life besides reading and studying all the time,” Lip muttered.

             Y/N Y/L/N had to be the most innocent girl Lip had ever encountered and she was also his biggest competition when it came to academic standing. She was smart as a whip, but she didn’t flaunt it like Lip did sometimes. In fact, she mostly kept to herself, save for the two girls Lip saw her hanging around. Y/N was every parent’s wet dream: quiet, polite, kind, and a bit of an over achiever. She was the class president, captain of the debate team, and captain of the girl’s tennis team. In fact, the only trouble she probably got in was for jaywalking. Lip didn’t really have anything against her but he also didn’t really like competition.

           Finally, Mr. O’Neill released them, and Mandy and Lip were the first two out of the classroom.

          “Just admit it, Lip, you don’t like that Goody Two Shoes beat you out for the highest grade,” Mandy said.

          “It’s just a stupid essay, Mandy, besides, getting good grades is probably the only way Y/N could experience an orgasm,” Lip said.

          Mandy burst out laughing and Lip smirked deeply. “That is true, I don’t think Y/N would know what to do with a dick if she ever saw one.”
          As Mandy and Lip laughed, they were interrupted by someone running into Lip. 

          “Hey, watch where the f–ck you’re going,” he snapped.

          “Oh, sorry!” Y/N squeaked.

          Lip instantly regretted his words when he saw how Y/N clutched her book to her chest. “It’s fine, forget about it.”
          “Hey, Y/N,” Mandy said.

          “Hey, Mandy.” Y/N readjusted the strap of her messenger bag. “Have any fun plans for this weekend?”

          “I might go to a party or two. You?”

          “I am keeping my options open.” 

          “Y/N!” Y/B/F/N yelled from across the hallway.

          Y/N sighed a little. “I have to go, sorry about running into you like that, Lip.”

         “Don’t worry about it.”

          Y/N hurried off to meet her friend on the other end of the hallway and they immediately began giggling together. Y/B/F/N said something to Y/N that made her eyes widen and take a quick glance at Lip. When she saw that he was looking at her, she quickly turned back around to her friend, who began snickering.

           “Hello, earth to Lip?” Ian asked.

          “What?” He turned to face Ian and Mandy.

          “I was asking if we were still going to Rose Martin’s party tonight,” Ian said. 

          “Why wouldn’t we be?”

          “Because it’s in Old Town and we’re south side trash.”

          “Hey, we’re only trash if we think we’re trash, so stop thinking we’re trash,” Lip said.

          “Fine. Now tell me, what had you so distracted that you couldn’t answer me?” Ian asked.

         “Nothing.”

         “Bullsh-t!”

         Mandy smirked. “It was because of her wasn’t it?”

         “Who?” Ian asked.

         “Shut up, Mandy,” Lip said.

         “Y/N, Lip’s got a thing for her,” Mandy said.

         “Y/N Y/L/N? The same girl who cried when Eddie Carver kicked a baby rabbit over the school fence?” Ian asked.

         “That was third grade,” Lip said. “And I don’t like her like that.”
         “Why not? Because she’s too good for you?” Ian teased.

         “No, because she’s too f-cking innocent. It would be like being with a little kid all the time,” Lip muttered. 

          “I would believe you if you hadn’t been eye-f-cking her a second ago.”

        Lip didn’t respond, and he didn’t really know why he had gotten so defensive when Ian and Mandy began suggesting that he liked Y/N. He barely spoke to her except in passing and there was no way she would go for a Gallagher of all people. Somehow, he still found himself attracted to her innocent, shy nature. He would ruin her and she didn’t deserve that.



        Late that night, the party was in full swing at Rose Martin’s penthouse in Old Town, Chicago. Her father had won the lottery two months ago, so the penthouse was filled with gaudy art, strange mini statues that were considered art, and stainless, techy everything. Waka Flocka’s “It’s A Party” was blasting through the speakers as teenagers grinded to the beat throughout the penthouse. In the kitchen, a group of people were playing drinking games; the bathroom was dedicated to cocaine; the bedrooms were used for coitus; and the balcony was for the cigarette and pot smokers. Lip, Ian, and Mandy were in the living room in the middle of the chaos, dancing as they drank. Lip was near the threshold of being drunk, but was still in the place where the colorful lights didn’t transfix him and he still had control of himself. 

          “This is the best night ever!” Mandy shouted over the music.

           Ian and Lip shouted in response before they toasted her words and downed the vodka in their cups. It went down smooth since Rose could afford not to scrimp on the alcohol anymore.

         “I love Rose Martin!” Ian exclaimed.

         “You can’t, you don’t swing that way!” Lip shouted back.

         “F-ck it!”

        Lip and Mandy burst out laughing. In the midst of the madness, Mandy ended up grinding with some guy and Ian disappeared. Lip ended up wandering out of the living room and went outside to light up a cigarette. The sky was completely ink black with a few stars scattered in the mix. A few people were smoking pot or cigarettes around the balcony. In the corner was a group of girls wearing short dresses and skirts, giggling. One of them looked extremely familiar to Lip but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She flipped her y/hc ponytail and burst out laughing at something before turning around. Lip nearly dropped his cigarette.

        “Y/N?” he whispered.

        She was wearing an oversized blue button down shirt that managed to accentuate her curves with a pair of black over the knee boots. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail with a few strands falling around her face, which was made up in a tasteful fashion with gold eyeshadow bringing out her y/e/c eyes and blush to compliment her skin tone. She was holding a plastic cup filled with white wine and her friends had sneaky smiles on their faces when they saw Lip.

        “Lip!” Y/N stumbled over to him, managing not to spill a drop of her wine. “It’s so good to see you.”

       “What are you doing here?” Lip asked.

       “Drinking.” Y/N took a long swig of her drink to prove her point. 

       “I can see that, it’s just, this isn’t really your scene.”

       “I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” She managed to smolder at him which managed to both amuse and arose Lip at the same time.

        “How many of those have you had?” Lip asked.

        “Don’t worry about it, Dad, I can handle my alcohol, see?” Y/N downed the rest of her wine and smiled.

         “Maybe you should go back to your friends.”

         “I’m sick of them, I want to talk to you.” Y/N leaned more of her weight into Lip and he paused to grab her. 

          He kept his lit cigarette between his lips as he pulled her to stand upright. “Fine, let’s talk.”

         “Can I try one of those?”

          “Why would you want to smoke?” Lip asked.

         “Because I can.”

          Lip looked at her skeptically before handing her cigarette and lighting it for her. Of course, Y/N almost immediately began coughing, making everyone turn to look at her and Lip. Lip shook his head as he patted her back.

          “You have to inhale deeper before you exhale, like this.” Lip showed her and Y/N nodded before following his lead. “See, it’s easy.”

          “Thanks,” Y/N said.

          “Geez, I feel like I’m corrupting you.”

          “You’re not. I’ve done a lot more than you think I have.”

          “What does that mean?”

         Unfortunately, Lip was interrupted by the strains of “Hips Don’t Lie” coming from inside. Y/N squealed. “I love this song!” 

          She tossed her cigarette down and ground it out with her toe before hurrying inside.

         “Y/N.” Lip got rid of his cigarette as well and followed Y/N’s lead.

         He almost immediately lost her but quickly spotted her dancing with Ian. They had created some sort of salsa two-step that mostly consisted of Ian twirling Y/N around and dipping her. Though Lip trusted Ian, he couldn’t help but feel protective over Y/N. It was strange how worrying about her sobered him up.

          “You’re being ridiculous; you barely know her,” he hissed to himself.

          He decided he needed another drink and headed into the kitchen. That’s where he found Mandy, mixing drinks at the kitchen counter while another group of people played flip cup.

           “Hey, stranger,” Mandy said as she poured a drink into a glass.

           “What made you hide out in here?”
           “Tyler Sanders’ hands kept wandering to places I did not want them to. I decided to see how good of a bartender I am.” Mandy handed him the glass she just poured.

           “Thanks.” He took a sip. “Not bad, what is it?”

          “Dirty martini.”

           “Of course. Did you know that Y/N was coming?”

           “No, but I saw Y/O/B/F/N leave the bathroom wiping her nose and figured Y/N had to be around somewhere. She is full of surprises.”

             “Yeah,” Lip muttered.

             “Do I need to make you another drink?”

              “Maybe later.”

             “That sour look on your face wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N being into the party scene, right?”

             “Not really, it’s just weird seeing her drunk.”

            “I like it, it makes her more relatable. She’s not better than either of us.”

            “Of course she’s not. She goes to a Chicago public school.”

            “True, but maybe you’re so weirded out by it because you liked the idea of her being super innocent and you don’t like that you can’t be her first, well, whatever.”

             He hated how right Mandy was sometimes. While it was kind of cool to see Y/N let lose, Lip kind of liked the idea of making her do something bad just for him. He had no idea when those feelings started but seeing her act so drunk was bringing them out.

            After a couple more drinks, he and Mandy made their way back into the living room, where Y/N and Ian were the center of attention. It made sense since the openly gay Gallagher was grinding with the supposed sweetheart of the south side. 

             “Y/N’s got moves,” Mandy said.

             “Uh huh,” Lip said, trying to ignore the tinges of jealousy creeping up on him.

            However, everything came to a head when Y/N pulled Ian close and they began making out, causing everyone to scream and yell. That was the last straw. Lip quickly broke them up, much to the crowd’s chagrin.

             “What the hell, Lip?” Ian demanded.

            “Ian, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk and you have a boyfriend,” Lip hissed.

            “Not really, besides, Y/N’s a good kisser. Were you jealous?” Ian shot back.

              “Jealous? Why would you be jealous?” Y/N slurred. Then she grinned. “You wanna dance with me, Lip?”

                She wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck and leaned into him. Lip’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist out of instinct but he didn’t start dancing. Mandy and Ian had begun dancing together somewhere else in the room.

               “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

               “I wanna dance.” She turned around in Lip’s arms and began grinding against him, leaning her head against his chest.

               Lip gulped before hesitantly grinding with her, holding her hips and keeping her pressed against him. He didn’t know what got into him but he began kissing down the side of her neck. Then, he turned her to face him and grabbed her face in his hands and really looked at her. Her eyes were completely dilated but she was so beautiful.

                “I can’t do this.”

                 “Do what? Dance with me?” Y/N teased.

                “Not just that, it’s, you’re too perfect. You deserve better than this, better than me.”

                Lip moved to pull away from Y/N, but she grabbed him. Her eyes held a deep sincerity in them, albeit they were extremely dilated.

                 “You’re perfect,” she said with a large smile. 

                  “You’re drunk.”

                  “Yes, but I know that you’re funny, really smart, and loyal, a little impulsive, and a bit self-destructive. And you’re daring and really, really, really hot,” Y/N said.

                  “You really think all that about me?”

                   Y/N nodded. “Ever since second grade, but I thought I wasn’t cool enough for you, but I do go out sometimes and I have made many questionable decisions.”

                  Lip had a lot of questions, a majority of which had to do with what questionable decisions Y/N had made. But, all he could think about was how Y/N thought she wasn’t good enough for him. 

                 “You’re cool in your own way.”

                  “Now that’s a load of bullsh-t.” Y/N started laughing, a sound that made Lip smile.

                 He cupped her face in his hands again and slowly, she stopped laughing. Lip stayed quiet and leaned towards her slowly. Y/N closed her eyes, awaiting to be kissed only to be surprised when Lip kissed her on her forehead.

                 “You missed,” Y/N said.

                 “No. I want you to remember the first time I kiss you and you’re way too sh-tfaced to do that right now. If you still feel the same way about me when you’re sober, we can pick up where we left off.”

                 “But I want you now. I promise I won’t regret it.”

                 Lip didn’t listen to any of her protests as the night went on. So, they continued dancing, earning winks and rude gestures from Ian and Mandy. When the party was over, Lip took Y/N home to make sure she was safe. 

                “But who’s gonna walk you home?” Y/N asked as Lip helped her walk up the steps.

                  “I am.”

                “Why do you get to walk yourself home and not me?”

                “For one thing, I wouldn’t fall if you let go of my shoulders,” Lip said.

                Y/N huffed and leaned against her front door. Lip fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door for her. 

                “All right, now be quiet. The last thing we need is your parents coming after me.”

                Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck, giggling quietly. Before Lip could stop her, she pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “Good night, Lip.”

               “Night, Y/N.”

               She slipped into her house and Lip closed the door behind her.

               All he could do now was pray that she felt the same way about him in the morning.

The Five Things You Know, and the One You Don’t

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2567

A/N:  back for round twoooo…..I feel like we all need some Bucky fluff right now

Originally posted by seabasschino

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Missed Opportunities

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Anon requests: If ur still taking requests. Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that way and Juggie ends up jealous…

Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love with him.  One night, you finally seize the chance.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,926

A/N: I’m so sorry for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it.  Enjoy!


You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend.  It was an accident.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened.  It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up one morning and realize you were in love. It was a slow process.

Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s.  He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding and mysterious.  He was the edgiest ten year old in Riverdale.  For the first time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself. Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more independent.  Of course, your first action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own.  Once you arrived, you realized how scary being alone was.  Scanning the diner, you looked for a companion to sit with.  You spotted a boy who looked around the same age as you.

“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table.  The boy stared at you suspiciously for a moment.

“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation.  You smiled and sat down across from him.

“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the table.  The boy tentatively shook it.

“Jughead,” he introduced himself.

“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose.  He shrugged.

“I know.”

Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October night, and you forgot your jacket.  Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead, knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was playing.  You asked him, with a smirk, if he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite movie.  The two of you sat together watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders.  Bitter October night winds blew in, causing you to shiver.  Jughead noticed this, so he drew you closer to him.  It wasn’t the warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.

There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell in love with your best friend.  Every time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart skipped a beat.  Each time your hands brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you could feel your affection swell.

But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal opposite reaction.  Every time you fell a little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart because you could never be with him.  You knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.  All the risks threatening your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.

Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best friend was more difficult than you imagined.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your head to snap up.  Immediately, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head.  He shook his head at you.

“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes.  “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off.  “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.  

“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell you.”  Satisfied with your answer, he nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop.  The two of you sat in the diner booth, each doing your own thing.  After an hour of silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table.  Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his laptop lid.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.  You pursed your lips for a moment, contemplating what to say.

“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked.  He shot you a confused glance, so you elaborated.  “Have you ever thought about us, I don’t know… as not friends?  Like more?”  Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged. You bit your lip.

“Do you think it could ever work?”

“I don’t know,” he responded.  “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.  “I know exactly what you mean.”


The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you.  Every time you attempted to approach him, he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.  After practically confessing your feelings last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you.  This continued throughout the rest of the week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate with him.  On Friday, Archie approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You shot him a small smile.

“Hey, Archie.”

“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity.  You shrugged and shook your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing his frown to deepen.  “Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I know it’s been a rough week for you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight.  It’s a big game, so I’d just really appreciate it if you were there.”  He offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.

“Sure, Archie,” you responded.  He thanked you and headed away, probably searching for other people to invite to the game.  You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of everything that had happened. It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.


You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into the bleachers, looking for a place to sit. As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead.  Before he could turn his head to look at you, you dashed out of sight.  Finally, you found a seat at the top of the bleachers. You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored.  Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game, and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate Archie.  Instead of finding Archie, you ran into Reggie.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over you.  

“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled. He grinned.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted.  You shrugged.

“Did you want to?”

“Well yeah,” he laughed. Oddly, you found yourself blushing. “We should catch up sometime, (Y/N). How about Tuesday?”  You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Seriously?” you questioned. He nodded as if it was obvious.

“Of course.  Eight o’clock at Pop’s?”  You grinned and nodded.  He did the same and then walked off to celebrate the victory with his teammates. Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.

“Reggie?  Seriously (Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed, stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.


Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met Reggie at Pop’s.  He sat waiting in a booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin.  The night went successfully, and you thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie. You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths away.

“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he noticed the time.  It was nearly midnight.  “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling.  He grinned.

“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?”  You hesitated at this, and for the first time you looked up and spotted Jughead. Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze.  You turned back to Reggie and frowned.

“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers.  His face slowly fell as he anticipated what you were going to say.  “You’re a great guy.  Any girl would be lucky to have you, but… I like someone else.”  You smiled apologetically at him.  “I’m sorry.  I hope we can still be friends.”  The football star stood up, remaining in front of your table.  He offered you a small smile.

“I understand,” he sighed. “Of course we can be friends.  I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”  He strode away from your table and exited the diner. Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to Jughead.  You stood up and rushed over to his table.

“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across from him.  He refused to make eye contact with you.  “Were you spying on me?”

“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation. You didn’t back down.

“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned.  “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve spoken in a week.”

“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing quieter.  You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind.  Whatever, Jughead.”  You rose from your seat and prepared to exit, but Jughead grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you.  You raised an eyebrow.  “I’m sorry.”

“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically.  “This makes everything better, Jughead.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”

“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes as you settled back into your seat.  “Because I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said anything about it.”

“What feelings?” he questioned.  “All you asked me is if I thought we should be a couple.”

“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed.  “Did you really just think that was just casual conversation, Jug?  Come on, you’re smarter than that!”

“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed, frustratedly throwing his hands up.  “How do you think I felt, (Y/N)?  When I thought my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me?  I was fucking terrified!”  This drew you aback.

“Terrified?” you echoed. “Why… why were you terrified?”

“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder.  “I don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something changed.  I don’t know when, I don’t know how, and I certainly don’t know why.  All I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and I didn’t.”  He was almost panting by the end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock.  The two of you sat together in silence, staring at each other in astonishment.  

“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence.  “We both… we both missed so many opportunities.”  You bit your lip between your teeth, holding back a smile.

“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto his face.  “We missed a thousand opportunities, but the universe gave us one more.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled.  He grinned.

“Neither do I,” he responded.  “But I do believe in us.”

Secret Wolfsbane (Remus x Reader)

“Loved your last Remus piece! Would you maybe do one where the reader is friends with the marauders, secretly in love with Remus, and once she finds out he is a were she makes wolfsbane for him secretly leaving it in the shack since she doesn’t want to pressure him into telling her. The boys get curious as to who is making it so they use the invisibility cloak and catch her leaving it one day. Lots of fluff! Thank you and have a good day!” Aw! Thank you so so much! And I loved this idea, hope you like how it turned out!

Italics= thoughts and flashbacks.

Also, in this instance professor Merrythought will be teaching DADA since there is no clear answer to who was teaching it after she retired during the marauders era.

You were a sixth year Gryffindor along with the poster children for trouble, also known as the marauders. You had been best friends with them ever since first year, but you have also been in love with one of them just as long. It started out as crush but after getting to know the sweet and gentle boy better, it turned into love. You were in love with none other than Remus Lupin, he was just as michevious as the rest but he was gentler and much more reasonable.

It wasn’t until your third year at Hogwarts that you found out about his “furry little problem” as both James and Sirius refer to it. Every month Remus would get sick, you didn’t think much of it during your first year but then during your second year, Sirius, James and Peter would disappear as well.

Second Year, after Christmas break.

“Hey guys! I was looking all over for you, have you seen Remus? The night sky is pretty clear so I was wondering if he wanted to star gaze and finish our astronomy project.” You told the pair of boys who were sitting at the back of the library.

“Sorry Y/N, it’s his aunt’s birthday tomorrow so he left afte class.” James said as he continued to write on a piece of parchment, no doubt an overdue essay.

“Wasn’t his aunt’s birthday last month?” You questioned.

“He has more than one aunt, this one is also very dear to him.” Sirius asserted as he stood from his chair, gathering his things.

“Oh okay, do you guys want to go and stargaze with me then?”

“Sorry sweet cheeks, but we have that test to study for, you go ahead and tell us about it tomorrow, okay?” Sirius replied as he ruffled your head affectionately. He and James left the library, leaving you with your thoughts. Funny thing was that you all had the same classes and there was no such test coming up, rather than keep interrogating them you played dumb and left it at that.

 

End of Second Year

“Hey, James! Have you seen Remus? He wasn’t in class today and I was wondering if he wanted any of the chocolate my mother sent me.”

“Um, sorry Y/N, he came down with a nasty stomach virus last night and went home for the weekend since he doesn’t like to stay in the hospital wing.” He answered.

“Oh that’s odd, he seemed fine last night.”

“Yeah, but you know how those bugs are, one minutes you’re fine and the next you’re kneeling over the loo hoping to be out of your misery soon.” He shrugged.

“Well, do you want some chocolate? She sent me far too much for just one person.”

“I would love some but I gotta run, Sirius, Peter and I have a double detention with Slughorn and I’m already late. I’ll catch you later!” and with that he ran off before you could bid him goodbye.

Another one of their excuses that didn’t add up since Slughorn loved James, and pretty much turned a blind eye when it came to the marauders.

 

Third Year

“Remus!” you exclaimed as you spotted your best friend down the hall, giving him a hug as you caught up with him.

“Looks like someone missed me.” He said chuckling as he hugged you back.

“You have no idea, you and the boys are always ditching me, I almost feel as if you all plan it and go to an Y/N free zone once a month to detox.” You joked back but you saw him gulp. So you were right, it wasn’t your imagination, they did all go out at least once a month without you.

“Nonsense, you can blame Peter for this one because he got us all sick this weekend, but don’t worry I’m feeling much better today.” He said smiling as you both made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts. You both set your bags down as you saw that everyone was gathered around the center of the room where a wardrobe stood rattling.

“Hello class! Today we have a hands on activity, as you all noticed that is not ordinary wardrobe, inside of it is a boggart. Can anyone tell me what that is?” no one raised their hand but Professor Merrythought called on Remus, knowing that he must have some sort of idea considering that his father was an expert when it came to things like this.

“A boggart is an amortal shape-shifting non-being that takes on the form of the viewer’s worst fear. It has no definite form since it changes depending on the person since he or she will fear different things.” He replied, looking uneasy, the carefree demeanor he had with you before class had vanished as he eyed the wardrobe wearily.

“Correct Mr. Lupin, ten points to Gryffindor. So right now, this particular boggart is sitting in the darkness inside has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.” The class remained silent, you could see many uneasy and worried looks.

“In order to get rid of one, one must concentrate on turning said fearful thing into something funny, so that fear can be dispelled in amusement as you say the incantation, ‘Riddikulus.’ Wands out, and repeat after me, Riddikulus.” The class did as they were told and soon enough you were all lining up, you and Remus made your way by where Sirius and James were standing and you all watched as Peter went first.

A snake came slithering out of the wardrobe, increasing in size as it got closer to Peter.

“Now Mr. Pettigrew!” Professor Merrythought shouted.

“R-riddikulus!” Peter shouted and in and instant the snaked turned into a slinky, laughter echoed in the room and soon enough everyone was pushing to be next.

One by one they all went and it was finally James’s turn, you bit your lip knowing well enough what his worst fear was. The wardrobe door opened once again and, a cow came out, walking slowly and mooing ominously at James. Both you and Remus bursted out laughing, remembering how a few summers ago, you all went to the muggle country side and somehow James angered a herd of cows and they chased him for five miles, it took Remus and Sirius a good twenty minutes to compose themselves before helping him.

“RIDDIKULUS!” James shouted with a little too much gusto, no doubt wanting to get it over and done with. The cow then turned into a dozen of black and white polka dotted snitches that buzzed around the room clumsily.

Sirius was next, you and Remus had a small betting pool going on between the two of you, knowing your best friends fairly well, you both knew what was going to come out of the wardrobe for Sirius.

Sure enough, a giant, and muscly Kreacher came out, hunched over with a menacing look on his face. You all knew Sirius wasn’t very fond of his house elf. The Kreacher like boggart wasn’t even halfway across the room when Sirius was already yelling Riddikulus, turning Kreacher into a giant balloon animal, squeaking with every movement.

It was finally your turn and you were not looking forward to it, in fact you had turned slightly pale at the thought of facing one of your biggest fears. Remus gave you an encouraging nod and you went to face your boggart.

At least fifty needles came flying out at you, all looking extremely sharp, you froze on the spot and even though they wouldn’t really hurt you, Remus ran towars you and yelled out.

“RIDDIKULUS!” not only did he protect you, but your boggart turned into a bunch of flowers; daisies, sunflowers and pansies bloomed around the room, but once the buds opened, a trumpet like sound was emitted, prompting raucous laughter.

You thanked Remus and he nodded, both of you blushing, you saw that he hesitantly made his way towards the front, knowing that he was one of the last ones to g; he needed to participate in order to get a good mark. The doors to the wardrobe opened and out came a great yellow ball, if you had blinked you would’ve missed it because in instant it was zipping around the room as a deflated balloon. That was no ordinary yellow ball, that was a full moon. Your theory was confirmed when you saw how the rest of the marauders were throwing worry glances towards Remus, the class didn’t seem to noticed what his boggart was since they were still laughing about the trumpeting flowers.

 

Ever since that fateful DADA class, you had finally figured out what your best friends were hiding from you. Your suspicions came true when you followed them during the full moon, drinking a potion that would make your movements as quiet as a mouse, you also had borrowed James’s invisibility cloak last week and had ‘forgotten’ to give it back this morning. You followed them into the shrieking shack, and when you saw how your best friends transformed into animaguses you gasped, but you felt your world spinning as you saw the man you love howl in pain as he turned into a wolf. You quickly ran out of the room, not because you were afraid but because you had to help him somehow, seeing him in pain made your heart ache.

During the next couple of weeks, you spent all of your free time in the room of requirements, hunched over countless of potion books, stirring and making endless trial potions in hopes of finally getting the challenging Wolfsbane potion down. Whenever one of the marauders would ask where you would go off to, you would give a vague answer of either going to see a professor for an extra lesson or that you were helping a professor or someone from a different house with something.

It took you two months but you had finally perfected and were ready to give it to Remus. During the next full moon, you went to the shrieking shack in the early hours of the morning and left the potion with a note explaining what it was, you hoped that they would use and wouldn’t think of it as a trap. Hopefully they think Dumbledore was behind it. You hid under one of the floorboards that was on the opposite side of the room, you had watched where they situated themselves and you knew that you would go undetected there. Soon enough it was nighttime and you heard them rushing in.

“Oi, Remus, come and look at this.” Sirius said as he saw the bottle and the note addressed to Remus. Remus eyes light up as he read it and even though James and Sirius were apprehensive Remus simply shrugged.

“I turn into a bloody monster once a month, I don’t have much to lose if I try this out.” He drank the potion in one big gulp, you all held your breath as he transformed a few minutes later. Five minutes passed and the rest of the marauders let out a cheer seeing how calm their friend was. You had happy tears in your eyes due to how your potion had worked and seeing that you were able to help him.

Ever since that full moon, every month you would work on his Wolfsbane potion and sneak it into the shack a day before the full moon. You had finished this batch and were ready to head out, you went to your room to get the cloak and your wand. You cursed under your breath as you remembered that you had given James his cloak back last week. You silently disarmed the spells that lead to the boy’s dormitories, thanks to yours and Remus’s late night study sessions, you knew which spell to use. You snuck into their room thinking that they were all in the common hall but much to your horror a voiced from behind you scared the daylights out of you.

“And to what to we owe this pleasure, love?” Sirius asked, leaning against the doorway as James looked on.

“Um, you see, I lent Remus a book yesterday and I need it to finish my Charms essay.” You answered, avoiding their eyes as you pretended to look for your book in Remus’s side of the room.

“And here it is! Thanks boys!” you grabbed the first book that you saw and left before they could say anything else.

You were back to how you were an hour ago, without an invisibility cloak. Guess I just have to risk being caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris… you thought. You put on your robes, grabbed both the potion and your wand and headed towards the underground tunnels that you knew so well. Unbeknownst to you, the two marauders didn’t believe your book story and followed you under James’s cloak, and were slowly putting two and two together as they follow you on your way towards the shrieking shack.

“No bloody way, she’s Moony’s Wolfsbane fairy.” Sirius whispered as James looked in awe as you made your way across the room and set down said potion, placed the accompanying note and left without a second glance. After they were sure you were long gone, they took off the cloak and sat in silence as they processed what they had just witnessed.

“Slughorn said that Wolfsbane was one of the hardest potions to do, it required an immense amount of skill and dedication. Remus started getting a bottle of Wolfsbane during the end of our third year, that means Y/N has been making his monthly potion for the last three years.” James pondered, finally breaking the silence.

“I’m honestly getting tired of seeing them dance around each other, can’t we just lock them up in a boggart free closet and have them confess their feelings for each other? What more proof do we need that she loves him? And we both know that he loves her.”

“Pads, I think it’s time we play matchmaker.” James said as he rubbed his hands excitedly.

A month had passed and you were once again bottling some Wolfsbane for Remus, ready to head out to set it out for him. You didn’t think twice on why you hadn’t seen any of the marauders all day, I mean it is Saturday, perhaps they’re out by the lake enjoying the sun before heading to the shack. You saw Peter and quickly asked him where the rest of the boys were, he stuttered that they were by the lake. You didn’t even bother to double check; you were just glad that you still had time to make your delivery.

You ran through the tunnels and finally made it to the shack, gasping for air, as you climbed upstairs. You were attaching your usual note to the bottle when a voice cut through the stillness of the room.

“Y/N?” you almost dropped the bottle. Gulping, you slowly turned around to face Remus.

“Hi Rem, fancy meeting you here.” You stammered out, avoiding his piercing green eyes.

“Three whole years. I’ve been wanting to meet the person that’s been making the Wolfsbane potion and thank them for three whole years, and that person was always next to me. You’ve been helping me for three whole years and I never thanked you, not once.” Remus marveled, slowly making his way across the room to you and enveloping you into a warm embrace.

You never imagined that someone would catch you in the act, let alone Remus himself.

“You’re not mad?” you whispered into his chest.

“Why would I be mad? You’ve been keeping me sane during my darkest hours.”

“I knew what was happening to you but I kept quiet.”

“No, Y/N, you found out and you still treated me as your best friend”

“That’s because I love you, Remus.” You breathed out.

“Now I know I must be dreaming.” He said, taking your hands in his as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“Ever since second year.” You whispered.

“So have I, bloody hell, I fell for you as soon as you told Sirius and James to shut up five minutes after sitting with us during our first train ride to school.” He gushed, laughing joyfully; both of you had smiles on your faces, your hearts were full, knowing that your love was reciprocated was the best feeling ever.

He closed the gap between the two of you and captured your lips into a gentle kiss, leaving you breathless. After a few moments you pulled apart, a gently blush dusting both of your faces.

“Remind me to thank Sirius and James for being so nosy, if it wasn’t for them following you last month, I would’ve never found out nor this would’ve happened.”

“Of course it was them…” You chuckled.

“They should be here soon, Peter will take you back to the castle and after this is all over we can spend the remainer of the weekend together, if you want that of course.” Remus said, nervously rubbing his neck.

“I wish you would let me stay but I understand, and of course I want to! In fact, I’ll sneak into the kitchen to get us some sweets.” You said, coming up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

A few minutes later, cheers and congratulations echoed across the room as the marauders made their entrance. Before you left with Peter back to the castle, you kissed Remus once more which prompted five minutes of cat-calls and hollering from James and Sirius. Both you and Remus blushed and rolled your eyes at their antics, Remus told them to shut up, trying his hardest not to blush once again.

Fifth Time’s the Charm (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary:  Bucky gave himself five chances. Five chances to tell you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you. If by the end of his five chances he didn’t tell you, Bucky would take it as a sign from the universe that you and him just weren’t meant to be.

Word Count: 2,499

Warnings: Fluff, like one curse word

A/N: Okay I know I said that the next imagine that would be posted would be a requested one but this popped up into my head today and I just HAD to write it! I hope you all enjoy! FYI, (E/C) means ‘eye color.’

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Originally posted by little--batman

Beautiful.

That was just one of the many adjectives that James Buchanan Barnes would use to describe you.

Intelligent. Charming. Motivated. Determined. Kind, oh so kind.

James Buchanan Barnes was so in love with you.

Or in other words:

Whipped. Smitten. Infatuated. Enamored. So desperately head-over-heels in love with you.

Yeah, Bucky was in trouble. Why was he in trouble? He could not gain enough courage to admit his feelings to the love of his life. So, he set up a little challenge for himself. Bucky gave himself five chances. Five chances to tell you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you. If by the end of his five chances he didn’t tell you, Bucky would take it as a sign from the universe that you and him just weren’t meant to be.

Oh, God, Bucky thought nervously as he decided to go through with this plan. This better work.


The first chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was at one of Tony’s famous parties. 

The night was beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, allowing all of the stars to finally emerge and shine brightly. It wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold. It was just perfect.

And there you were, sitting in your gorgeous navy blue dress that showed off all the right things, at the bar. And you were talking to another man.

Bucky was immediately filled with panic. Thoughts of oh, no. I’m too late, were running rampant through Bucky’s mind as he watched the man flirt with you.

And to make it even worse, you were flirting back.

When the man finally left to go somewhere else, Bucky seized his chance.

Striding up to you, Bucky said the first thing that came to his mind: “Hiya.”

‘Hiya’?! Bucky thought angrily to himself. When did I start saying ‘hiya’?!

Trying to regain his cool, Bucky quickly cleared his throat as you giggled behind your hand. 

“Hey, Bucky,” You smoothly said. “What’s up?”

“The ceiling,” Bucky quickly said before reddening. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Bucky chastised himself.

Giggling once more, you gently nudged his arm. “No, seriously. What’s up?”

Breathing deeply, Bucky carefully thought out his next words. “Oh, nothing. Hey, um, (Y/N), there’s something I want to tell you…”

“What is it?” The hope was evident in your voice.

Mustering up all the courage Bucky could find, Bucky asked “Can we go somewhere else, first?”

With a nod of your head, you were about to walk away when the man from before walked back towards you.

“I got lost on my way to the bathrooms. This place is a maze!” He exclaimed, earning a forced laugh from you. Sensing that the moment and his chance was gone, Bucky stepped back.

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N)…” Bucky mumbled as he turned away from you and his first chance.


The second chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was during a mission.

You and Bucky were paired up together (Bucky had to restrain himself from shouting with joy when he heard that he would be with you on this mission) and things were going smoothly. 

Until someone decided to detonate the bombs early.

With a deafening boom!, the building above you and Bucky began to shake violently. Grasping onto your hand, Bucky led the way out of the crumbling building as you ran for your lives.

Huffing and puffing next to an abandoned building, the two of you tried to catch your breath. Everything around you was covered in a cloud of smoke and debris. If you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t of been able to tell that it was Bucky who was holding your hand so tight because of how bad the cloud was around you.

“Bucky, we need to get out of here,” You coughed, bringing your other arm to your face in attempt to block the thick smoke from entering your lungs.

“I know, Doll, I know,” Bucky reassured, eyes flitting back and forth. “I’ll get you out, I promise, I’ll get you-”

But Bucky was cut off once more by another bomb detonating inside the building next to you. The ringing in your ears was deafening as Bucky pulled you away from the ruined building into the safety of the tree line.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?! Are you okay?!” Bucky shouted, but you couldn’t hear him. The previous bomb had knocked out your hearing. 

“(Y/N), listen to me,” Bucky said as he dragged you away from the battle that was raging in the city. Things were getting bad, really bad, in a short amount of time. “(Y/N), if we don’t make it, I need to tell you something.”

You knew Bucky was saying something, but you couldn’t hear him. The smoke was clouding your vision too, so much so that you couldn’t even read his lips.

“(Y/N), I-” But Bucky was cut off once again. Vision had found the two of you, right when the battle was getting near to you. Picking the both of you up, he flew you back to the awaiting quinjet.

And just like the abandoned city below, Bucky’s second chance of admitting his feelings to you were blown to pieces.


The third chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was at the pool party being thrown just for the Avengers.

It was a very stressful past couple of weeks, so to give everyone a chance to relax, Clint was throwing a pool party at his house.

Bucky had spent the entire day trying to gain the nerve to talk to you. After seeing you in your swimsuit, Bucky’s eyes almost popped straight out of his head at the sight of you. You were absolutely stunning in that black bathing suit. Bucky could barely take his eyes off of you.

So, with a little pep-talk he gave to himself, Bucky decided to go tell you how he felt. Walking towards you, careful not to slip in the puddles around him, Bucky finally reached you. You had just stood up from your lounge chair and you were readjusting everything so that it was more comfortable to you. 

Seeing Bucky in the corner of your eye, you spun towards him. “Hey, Sarge.”

Oh, God, Bucky gulped. He absolutely loved it when you called him that.

Smiling reassuringly at him, you waited patiently for him to snap out of his reverie.

“Oh, hey. Look, there’s something I have been trying to tell you lately…” Bucky said, blue eyes drifting to your (E/C) ones.

“Yes?”

“Okay, well I-” But that was all Bucky got out before he was grabbed by the ankle and pulled into the cold water. 

Swimming back up to the surface, Bucky pushed back his soaking wet hair as he glared menacingly at Sam who had just pulled him in.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Bucky yelled at Sam, who was laughing.

“Payback,” He said with a devilish grin as he quickly swam away. Looking back up at you, Bucky saw that you were already pulled into a conversation with Thor.

And there went chance number three, Bucky thought dejectedly to himself as he grabbed onto the nearest inner tube, floating away from you.


Bucky was getting desperate by the time chance number four came around. This chance came in the form of a spur-of-the-moment camping trip, suggested by none other than his best pal, Steve.

So there you all were, hiking up the mountain side to your campsite because “driving there would just be too easy.”

Sometimes, Bucky really hated Steve.

After hiking up a mountain all day, you all had finally reached your campsite. The entire group was tired and cranky, Bucky included. All Bucky wanted to do was take a nap, preferably with you by his side.

As the day ended and as tired Avengers retreated to their tents, the only two that were left around the campfire were you and Bucky. The night had grown cold, which Bucky was now thankful for, because you were snuggled up into his side as the two of you watched the flames flicker.

As sounds of owls and other creatures hooted and bustled around you, the crackling of the fire calmed you as you gazed up at the night sky.

“Which constellation is that one?” You yawned out as you laid down on the ground, pointing to the night sky. Following your lead, Bucky laid down next to you on the blanket.

“Which one?” Bucky asked, cheeks growing red because you had laid your head on his chest.

“That one,”

“Oh, that’s Orion,” Bucky answered as you squinted to try to make out the form of a man.

“Oh, I see it now. What about that one?”

“That’s Leo,” Bucky said as he grabbed your hand. Directing your hand, he had you point out a specific constellation. “And that’s Canis Major.”

“You’re so good at this, Buck,” You yawned, burying your face into his chest.

Heart quickening, Bucky realized that this was his fourth chance.

“(Y/N), I’m just going to say this. I love-” Interrupted by a subtle snore, Bucky’s words fell from his mouth as he realized that you had fallen asleep. 

“Sleep tight, Doll.” Bucky whispered to you as he gently kissed the top of your head. With a sigh, Bucky closed his eyes as his fourth chance twinkled out of existence, just like what will happen to the many stars above you.


The fifth and final chance that Bucky had to admit his feelings came on an ordinary day.

The two of you were sprawled out on the couch watching Bucky’s favorite show, Friends. You, of course had introduced Bucky to the wonders of Netflix. So there you two were, slouched on the couch in your sweats, watching Netflix.

Bucky loved Friends. He loved all of the characters and he loved comparing the characters in the show to his teammates. For example, Sam was a lot like Janice because he annoyed Bucky so much, just like how Janice annoyed Chandler. Sometimes, though, Bucky wasn’t Chandler. A lot of the time he was Ross. And just like what was happening to Ross in the episode that Bucky was watching, they both couldn’t admit their feelings to the love of their life.

Glancing down to you, Bucky took in your natural beauty. Hair messy and no makeup on, this was Bucky’s favorite version of you. Because you were just being his favorite person in the whole world, you.

Laughing at the show, your laughter snapped Bucky out of staring at you. 

“What?” You asked, finally noticing that Bucky was looking at you.

This is it, Bucky thought as he paused the show.

“Why’d you stop it?”

“(Y/N), just listen to me for a second,” Bucky started with a shaky breath. Eyes locked onto yours, Bucky grabbed your hand. “I find you incredibly beautiful.”

Heat rushing over your body, you go to protest but Bucky stops you.

“I know you don’t think so, and it kills me every time you say something mean about yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful person in the whole world. Not only are you beautiful, but you are intelligent, charming, motivated, determined, and kind, oh so kind. You make my days so much better just by existing. And right now, I am freaking out a lot but I need to tell you this,” mustering up all the courage that he had used in the past four attempts, Bucky finally did it. “I love you. I love you so much that it physically hurts when I am not near you. It hurts when I see you flirting with another man. It hurts when I think about how I could one day lose you. It hurts when others come between us. And it really hurts when you don’t realize that you shine more brightly than all of the stars in the universe combined. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just needed to tell you. Tell you that I love you.”

Once Bucky finished, the room was filled with complete silence as you gaped at him. Nervousness and panic filled Bucky when you didn’t say anything. All you did was stare up at him, mouth hanging slightly open.

“Please,” Bucky pleaded, gulping back his panic. “Say something.”

Bucky was met with more silence until your melodic voice broke through.“W-who told you that I didn’t love you?”

Shock hitting Bucky like a tidal wave, it was his turn to stare at you with his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“I said,” You started, gaining confidence. “Who told you that I didn’t love you?”

Finally registering your words, Bucky’s eyes widened in shock. “Y-you love me?”

Face breaking out into a smile, you nodded at Bucky whose own face broke out into a smile.

Hands reaching out, Bucky grabbed your face and pulled it towards his as he placed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. And boy, did it feel good. Bucky had almost moaned at the feeling of your lips against his. They were beautifully shaped, molding perfectly to his as one of his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your own hands went up to his hair, intertwining themselves in his chocolate brown locks as you smiled into this kiss. You could feel your heart soaring to the heavens as Bucky smiled into the kiss too. You had pulled away for a short moment to catch your breath, only to be pulled back in as your lips crashed against his again. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, as close as he could get to you. Your own arms wrapped around his neck as you tried to get even closer to him. The kiss was deepened with a swipe of Bucky’s tongue against your bottom lip to which you gladly accepted. 

Every time the both of you pulled away, you found yourself instantly pulled back into each other. The kisses were never ending as Bucky cradled your face in his hand. Pulling back breathless, your sweet breath fanned across Bucky’s face past your bruised lips. Chest heaving, Bucky rested his forehead against yours as you tucked pieces of his hair behind his ear.

“About time, Barnes,” You giggled as he placed a quick peck to your lips.

“What do you mean?” He asks with a goofy smile as he gazes at you in a bliss.

“I was beginning to wonder when you were going to say something. Why didn’t you try before?”

“Doll, I’ve been trying. Guess these past four times I’ve been trying to tell you just weren’t the right time.” Bucky smiled as his thumb swiped across your cheek.

“You mean all this time, you’ve been trying to tell me that you loved me?” You said, shock crossing your features.

“Doll,” Bucky chuckled, pulling you down for another kiss. “You have no idea.”

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- The Edge of the Stars  , by @casuallyhl : Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

Larry TV Reality show AU (16k) : awesome fic for cheer you up when you’re sad, and perfect way to show how Louis and Jay relationship was amazing and beautiful. Cute and funny and fluffy :) No smut.

- just the sound of your voice  , by @a-writerwrites : It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant.  Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts.  Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful?  So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it.  Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s?  And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.  There has to be a reason for it.  There has to be.

Larry smut fic (6.4k) : not saying I’m very proud that Lisa wrote something about my prompt, BUT IM VERY PROUD AND I LOOOOOVE IT VERY MUCH. So it’s all about dirty talk and a bit of rough sex, and yes, they kins of share that really.

- Love Is on The Radio , by @perfectdagger  and star_l:  “So Louis, who’s the lucky person that will not only get to see Arsenal and Manchester United facing each other, but will also possibly become your girlfriend… or boyfriend? I mean, that’s a good catch, to ask someone out like this on the radio. It will be hard to say no after this.”  “It’s, hm, his name is…” Oh boy, Harry was about to pass out, he couldn’t bear to hear what Louis would say. Susie was looking at him, worried eyes watching him from the till as she noticed that Harry had simply abandoned his cupcake duties. “Harry. Harry Styles.” To win a pair of tickets to watch Manchester United playing, Louis may have possibly lied to Nick Grimshaw on the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, asking Harry, his best friend, to be his boyfriend. Problem is - Harry has always been in love with Louis and so, this Valentine’s he’s gonna see his dreams come true, with a tiny bit of a twist, in order to watch the football team they have loved together since they were kids.

Larry BFF to lovers and Fake Relationship AU (35k) : with a lot of social medias interactions, and Grimmy being cute ! Bottom Harry for the smut.

- Mercedes Boy , by @fullonlarrie : There’s a surprise waiting at home for Louis after he finishes his day on the tracks at the Mercedes AMG Driving Experience.

Larry canon smut (5k) : I mean : PANTIES AND CAR SEX. That’s all. (bottom Harry)

- Them Butterflies  , by @gaycousinlarry  : To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.  This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.

Larry strangers to Lovers and sexuality crisis AU (68k) : beautiful and really well written, barely angsty . Special kudos for social worker Harry just because. Great smut !  (mostly bottom Louis but they kind of share that)

- They Never Quite Leave   , by @icanhazzalou (sorry it doesn’t let me tag you properly!)  : When Liam Payne inherited his great aunt’s mansion, he never expected it to be haunted. With the help of famous ghost hunters Harry and Niall, Liam is hoping to evict the ghost and sell the house once and for all.There’s just one problem: Louis has been in that house for a hundred years, and he doesn’t much feel like leaving.Alternatively; come for the ghost sex, stay for the feels.

Larry Ghost AU (24k) : awesome , a bit angsty and also fluffy and cute, with a bit of Ghost sex (this is a thing, yes). :)

- Let’s Go Get Away , by @letsjustsee : When Louis had moved to the island a year ago, he only wanted two things: to serve good food to good people, and to live on the beach. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently the universe thought so, because Louis had only gotten three months of blissful, uninterrupted beach living before Harry Styles moved in to the empty shop next door. Louis was hoping whoever took over the space might be a tour guide, or even another restaurant (with non-competing menu options, of course), but no – he had gotten Harry Styles. The guy who wore Hawaiian dad-shirts unironically. The guy who spent his time making soap by hand out of goat’s milk.Or, a fluffy AU in which Louis owns a restaurant that’s next door to Harry’s shop, and Louis is completely unaware how smitten he really is.

Larry Hate to love AU (7k) : funny and cute, with so much fluff and kind of pining ;) No smut.

- Runner on Third , by @flamboyantommo: As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was. “Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it. Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?” “I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?” “Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.” Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?” “Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?” “I’m his teacher.” “You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed. Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year. — Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

Larry Ex Friends to Lovers AU (35k) : nice fic with Teacher Harry, a “long time no see” plot, and so much pining ^^ Great Smut too ! (bottom Louis)

Stood up - Dom!Luke

Requested: No

Word Count: 1,900+

Warning: Smutty smut

Summary: You get stood up and end up going on a date with someone else.

                                                          ***

  You looked down at the cream colored table cloth in embarrassment, as the snobby waiter looked down on you, “If your date doesn’t arrive soon, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.“

Your cheeks blazed in shame, "I’m sorry, I’ll just go.” Slowly you rose from the small table, knocking down a small vase that held a dainty tulip, catching the attention of the many others eating dinner at the elegant restaurant.  

Shit. As you tried to prop the vase and flower up again you heard a powerful laugh sound from behind, quickly you spun around to look at the owner of the melodic voice. With a glint in his icy blue eyes, the man extended his hand out to you.

“Hello, I’m Luke, and I believe I was who you were waiting for.”

Glancing at his awaiting palm you looked down at the ground, rejecting his gesture of kindness.

“I’m sorry but I think you are mistaken, the man I supposed to be meeting is named Clarke, although it doesn’t seem as if he will be making an appearance tonight.” Your response bitter and clipped.

Your words didn’t seem to faze the tall man, as he sat down across from you, gesturing for you to join him at the table.

Hesitantly you sat back down, eyeing him cautiously.

Raising his hand, Luke flagged over the waiter, “Can we have two menus, and your finest bottle of red wine.” The snobby waiter from before scoffing as he heard the request, “I doubt you can afford that, maybe the Denny’s down the street would suit you better.”

As you sat appalled by the waiters bad attitude, Luke stood up, towering over the short waiter, “Maybe we should. I thought I saw a rat when I walked in, but then again it may have just been you.”

Damn

Luke reached a hand out towards you, ignoring the waiters red face and attempts to fire back a retort. Accepting his hand you walked past the observant diners, lifting your head to see the women staring at the man beside you in awe.

Walking out of the five star restaurant with your heads held high, you let out a giggle, “That was quite the experience, Luke. I hope we don’t get turned away at the Denny’s, I’m quite hungry.”

Luke awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, watching his muscles flex through his black tee shirt. You had to admit he didn’t look like he necessarily belonged in a restaurant like that, but that certainly didn’t excuse the waiter for his behavior.

He was dawned in all black, black tee shirt, black skinny jeans, and black heeled boots that only added to his tall stature. Despite the casual look, he looked nicer than half the business men that chose to eat there.

“That’s never happened to me before, but did it work?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

Puzzled you asked, “Did what work?”

Luke’s smirk grew bigger, revealing his dimples. His voice dropping an octave, “Did I impress you.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, letting out a scoff that sounded more like you were choking, “As if. Maybe I’d be impressed if we actually received the wine, but alas, we are walking towards a Denny’s instead.”

In reality you didn’t mind going to a Denny’s instead, the expensive restaurant didn’t even offer bread.

“I guess I’ll have to find a way to remedy that.” Your head snapped up to look at him, the smirk never leaving his face as he winked at you. Damn him.

You walked hand in hand down the street, a comfortable silence settling over you. The night sky was black and void of any stars, looking up into the abyss you felt at ease and confident, thinking of all the times you sought comfort in the dark.

As you approached your destination you saw the recognizable, yellow and red of the Denny’s. Luke walked in front and opened the door for you, his hand never leaving yours.

After being seated by a noticeably happier waiter than the last, you sat down across from each other, smiling softly at Luke as you sunk into the vinyl booth, taking in the smell of late night pancakes and steak.

“So, Luke, what do you do for a living?” queue the awkward yet necessary first date questions – that is if this could be considered a date.  

Looking up from his menu he smiled, “I’m in a band, a rather popular one at that.”

Before you could respond your waiter returned asking for your orders. You ordered a chocolate milk shake, and chicken tenders. Luke ordered a tall stack of pancakes.

“Aren’t chicken tenders for kids?” You wrinkled your nose at his remark, you could eat whatever you want, despite whether it was typically for children or not.

“Well, I think chicken tenders are for everyone, I mean they taste amazing, and who are you to judge? You just ordered pancakes for dinner.”

“Touche.”  

***

The conversation flowed naturally between the two of you. You talked about his band, it was clear he enjoyed his job as he talked animatedly, the smile never leaving his lips.

“And then Calum came in the room with his phone, and get this, I wasn’t wearing pants.” You laughed in unison at Luke’s stories, sipping your milk shake occasionally.

“It seems like most of your stories end without pants, as if this a common occurrence for you.” Your eyes twinkled as you teased the man in front of you, despite how the night began you got along well and enjoyed his company.

“Well who knows, the night may end without pants again.” He stared intensely into you eyes, looking for any signs of rejection, finding none he causally raised his hand.

“Waiter, can we get the bill.”

**

The taxi ride back to his house was clouded with lust, you could fell his eyes on you but despite the nagging feeling to return his glaces, you held back, simply staring out the taxi window, watching the houses pass by.

You felt Luke move closer to you, one arm going over your shoulders hugging you closer to him, the other resting on your thigh, his cold finger tips making you jump in your seat.

The thought of what his hands could do made heat rush to your core.

Leaning his head down he gently tugged on your ear lobe, “I haven’t even done anything yet and I can tell you’re already so wet for me, princess.”

Before you could even attempt to respond, Luke withdrew his hand from your thigh as the taxi approached his home, extending his hand to you for the third time that night.

Accepting, he pulled you out of the car, paying the fare, and leading you inside.

Luke’s house was dark, the only light coming from the moon that shone bright outside the windows. He led you around the apparent maze that was his house, eventually finding the right door and opening it.

Your jaw fell to the floor as you walked into his room, moonlight reflecting off the walls and creating a natural glow. It was magical. You practically tripped over yourself in an attempt to reach the large windows that took up the entirety of the front wall.

All thoughts of Luke were replaced with the moon until you felt his hands rest on your hips as he peppered kisses along your neck, his scruffy beard scratching you lightly.

Your hands moved to remove the straps of your dress, moving your hair to the side while Luke slowly undid the zipper, the dress dropping to the floor. Revealing dark blue lace.

Your back remained turned to him, head tilted up to allow him more access to your neck. You felt him suck harshly, a breathy moan escaping your lips.

Luke slowly unclasped your lacy bra, spinning you around to face him. His smirk has returned to his face, his eyes hooded with lust and passion.

“Oh for fucks sake, look at my princess now.”

His words gave you a burst of confidence, placing your index finger on his chest you pushed him back towards his bed, the backs of his legs hitting the plush mattress.

Pushing him down you straddled him, connecting your lips together. His hands roamed your body greedily, gripping and kneading at your barely clothed ass.

Luke flipped you over, his eyes shamelessly devoured you as he took in your appearance, his pants tightening even more at the sight you. Kissing you again he starting trailing his kisses down, getting sloppier as he went.

Leaving one last kiss before your navel he looked up at you with cloudy eyes, before slowly dragged your underwear down with his teeth. Your breath hitched in your throat at the action, getting wetter by the second.

He teasingly stroked between your folds, spreading your wetness around with the pad of his finger, before slipping it into you, pumping in and out as he watched you writhe under his touch.  

Slowly Luke’s lowered his lips to your core, sucking lightly as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, rubbing your clit harshly.

You tangled your fingers in Luke’s long golden locks, gripping tightly at the roots, eliciting a deep grunt from him, the vibrations reaching your clit, your stomach tightening at the feeling.

Luke worked skillfully, his touches feather light and erotic. He looked up at you again, maintaining eye contact with you.

"Come for me, princess.”

With wide eyes and a shaky moan you let your orgasm wash over you, pleasure reaching the deepest depths inside you.

Recovering from  your orgasm you looked over to see Luke palming himself through his tight jeans, drawing him closer by his belt loop you started to strip him of his shirt, your fingertips dancing along his skin.

Winking up at him your hands trailed down to remove his jeans - which proved to be quite the feat - his member straining against the confining fabric. Pushing you back lightly, Luke started to pump himself, his tip flushed and leaking precum.

“You ready to ride me, princess?” With a timid nod, you helped Luke back onto the bed his head resting lightly on his pillow, still pumping himself slowly. He reached over with his other hand to the nightstand, pulling out a silver wrapper.

Putting on the condom with ease Luke, motioning you to join him. His hands met your hips, lifting you up so you were hovering over his stiff member. Giving him a nod, his hands moved you down onto him.

Moans filled the room as his length stretched you out. Giving you a moment to adjust, Luke started to guide your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. Your movements grew faster and more fluid as you progressed. Luke’s eyes never leaving your body. You lifted your body from his and dropped down on his member, repeating the action when you felt his tip brush over your g spot, moaning loudly.

His hand went to rub your clit as his he bit his lip in concentration and pleasure. You moaned even louder than before, “Fuck, Luke, I’m gonna come.” You knew he was close too, feeling him start to twitch inside you as you dropped down again.

With a swift motion he pulled you down to his lips, kissing you again before growling, “Be a good girl and come with me princess.”

Moaning again at his words you heard him start to count down lowly, three, two, one, come.

You felt him release inside the condom as you shook around him, your second orgasm leaving you light headed and numb.

With a soft giggle you spoke, “I guess the night did end without pants, well done Hemmings, you’ve impressed me.

Where There’s Smoke

NurseyDex, 3600 words, Rated Teen, Fluff/First Date/First Kiss (here on AO3)

For day six of @nurseydexweek! There aren’t nearly enough fics about the SMH folks going to WaterFire, so here’s my contribution.


“My sweet, sweet frog.”

Dex groans, the noise muffled into the pillow that he’s holding over his face. “I’m not doing so great, Bitty.”

“You’re gonna be fine.” Bitty climbs onto his own bed and sits against the wall, pulling Dex’s legs over his lap. “I still think that for your own sanity, you need to do something.”

Dex pulls the pillow away so Bitty can get the full brunt of his expression and how much he does not appreciate that suggestion. “Um, no. We’re, like, living together and actually getting along, and I don’t wanna do anything to screw it up.”

“Sweetie.”

“I can’t just ask him out!”

“And why not?”

“Because the thought of it makes me wanna throw up.”

Bitty sighs and pats Dex’s shin. This is a familiar argument, but usually Bitty gives up sooner. Not that Dex can blame him, really, with how often he slinks across the hall to Bitty’s room just to whine about his pathetic crush on Nursey.

“Then you need end up on a date without actually asking him on a date,” he says firmly, and Dex raises his eyebrows.

“That seems like a clichéd, awful idea.”

Bitty rolls his eyes. “I’m giving you an opportunity here. Jack and I have been meaning to go to WaterFire, and y’all should just come with us. There’s one this weekend.”

“I have no idea what that is,” Dex admits.

Bitty waves his hand. “It’s this public art installation thing, there’s a lot of fire and it’s really romantic. And it’s right up Nursey’s alley, he’ll totally be up for it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

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Based on a brainstorming/yelling session with @mixedbird​ the other night: SUMMER OF MUTUAL PINING CONTENT. Or: 5 hilariously transparent excuses to touch each other, +1 they didn’t try to excuse.

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Yuuri Katsuki wakes up much the same as he wakes up every morning lately: on his feet, in motion, with firm hands on his shoulders and the vague knowledge that he’s been upright and moving for at least the past few minutes.

“Mmm,” he offers in token protest.

“Yes, yes,” laughs Victor, steering him around a corner.

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Being in love with your mortal enemy is only acceptable when you’re under a spell.

Update: In the two and a half months or so since I read Carry On, my Word document of fanfiction is now just under 30,000 words long. … Though now that uni is back I probably won’t be writing as much (that said, I’ll probably think of some great new idea overnight that I can’t wait to start writing). Maybe I should write shorter fics. Anyway, here is 7.5k words of fluff.

SIMON:

‘I think I’ve finally got it,’ Penny announces while we’re at the breakfast table.

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The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you’re not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing…

Genre: College/Roommate!auFluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He didn’t let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


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My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.


You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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Gif not mine

  • Peter Parker x Reader
  • Word Count: 3,067
  • Warnings: Depressive themes, terribly written angst
  • This is just a way for me to write some recent feelings I’ve been having. I do not mean to offend anyone in anyway and I apologize if I do.

The school bell rang, signalling the students that class was over. Everyone immediately stood up, collecting their things and rushing out the door, probably to their locker or their next class.

Following the sea of students, I soon reached my own locker and began putting my books away until I heard Peter coming up to me. Smiling, I shut my locker and turned to face him.

“Hey Pete,” I greeted, not surprised that he looked like an absolute mess. I frowned slightly as I saw the faint discoloration around his eye, which was poorly covered by makeup.

“Let me guess, rough night?” I asked, both of us walking down the hall to English class.

“Nothing too bad, I guess I was off my game,” he sighed. “Honestly Pete,” I began, just about ready to lecture him again. “(Y/n),” Peter whined, obviously not wanting to deal with me.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I promise I’ll be more careful,” he reassured me. “You better Parker.” I would’ve said more, but we had already reached Mrs. Holly’s class.

Taking our usual spots, we both took out our books and faced the board, reading today’s assignment. We had to create a video review of one the modern takes on Romeo and Juliet. As Mrs. Holly began to explain the assignment, a folded piece of paper fell on my desk.

I quickly took it and looked at Peter, knowing it was him who gave it to me. Unfolding the paper under my desk, I briefly looked down to see Pete’s slightly messy handwriting.

You still on later tonight?

You see, we had agreed that if he helped me study for the math test, I would help him study for English. Placing the paper on my notebook, I quickly wrote ‘yes,’ pretending that I was taking notes. Folding the paper again, I tossed it back on Peter’s desk and watched as he smiled when he read my answer. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Holly.

“Mr. Parker? Is there something you and Ms. (L/n) would like to share with the class,” she said loudly, putting both of us on the spot. I felt my face flush slightly as everyone turned to face us, some snickering.

“Uh, n-no Mrs. Holly,” Peter answered, crumpling the paper in his hand.

“Then please pay attention to the board. You haven’t been at your best lately,” she scolded, quickly returning to the lesson. ‘Sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter, feeling bad that he was called out.

‘It’s fine,’ he mouthed back, fixing his attention to the board. I soon followed, listening as Mrs. Holly’s voice droned on.


Pretty soon, the end of school same and since it was Friday, I was quite happy and relieved. I waited by Peter’s class, playing with my hands and watching the clock intensely. Finally hearing the students getting up to leave, I backed away from the door and looked for the brunet.

“Hey (Y/n), sorry if I kept you waiting, Mr. Collins sort of went on ranting about his personal life again,” Peter said, causing me to laugh a bit. “He does know he’s at school right? Not some therapy session,” I joked, leaning my head on Pete’s shoulder as we walked. We were pretty comfortable around each other seeing as though we’ve been friends since middle school.

We continued our mindless chatter until we reached our stop, taking our seats on the bus.

“So, how’s your writing coming along?” Peter asked. I’ve been working on a story about a girl who’s an artist, but ends up in a car crash which damages her hands. She goes through a series of tough events as she struggles with relearning basic hand movements with the help of her friend, Alice. The two build a strong relationship and eventually end up together, at least that was how it was supposed to go.

“It’s coming along…slowly. Surely, but slowly,” I admitted. A lot has been on my mind lately and I can’t seem to write anymore.

“Writer’s block?” Peter guessed. “Something like that I suppose,” I mumbled, biting my lip. Peter seemed to notice something was off and shifted uncomfortably. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, reaching for my hand.

“Nothing, I’m okay,” I smiled, hoping Peter would move on and he did.


“So, your place or mine?” I asked as we walked into our apartment building. “At least buy me dinner first,” Peter joked, feigning surprise. “Oh shut up, y’know what I meant,” I said, slapping his arm and pressing the elevator button.

“Let’s go to yours. Aunt May has a few friends over and I don’t want to bother them,” Peter explained, entering the lift. “Alright, well my mom doesn’t come back home till 10 so we should be good,” I said.

Once the elevator reached our floor, we headed towards my place. I lived right across from Peter so that was pretty nice. Unlocking my door, I switched on the lights and shrugged off my jacket, draping it over a chair and headed to my room.

“You want anything to drink or eat? I got chips and some soda if you want any,” I offered, tossing my backpack on the bed.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just get started,” Peter replied, taking out his math books. I sighed and reluctantly got out my own. “What, I thought you wanted me to help you,” he said, taking notice of my behavior. “I know, I know. I just didn’t think we’d study right away,” I mumbled, taking a seat on my bed. Peter sat next to me and slung his arm around my shoulder.

“How ‘bout this, if we study a whole chapter, we can watch movies for the rest of the day,” he offered. I looked over to him and smiled. “Supernatural marathon?” I asked. Peter laughed and nodded his head. “Supernatural marathon. Now come on, we need to help you pass this test,” he reminded me. I opened up to the chapter and glanced over the problems, sighing. “I can do this,” I mumbled to myself.


“I can’t do this,” I groaned for a third time, laying my head down on my pillow. “Come on, we just have a few questions left. Just rationalize and si-” Peter was interrupted when I threw a pillow at him. “Can’t we just take a break now? The test isn’t till Wednesday,” I whined. “Fine, but we are gonna continue this tomorrow,” he said sternly. I was going to complain once more until Peter tossed his books on the ground, laying down next to me. I stared at him confused until he patted the spot next to him, signalling for me to lay down to. I obliged and laid down, crossing my legs and staring at the ceiling.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes Pete?”

“Can you do that thing again,” Peter asked, looking at me with pleading eyes like a child begging for ice cream.

“Fine,” I laughed and stood up to turn the lights off. Immediately the plain ceiling was replaced with a painting of the night sky, stars littered all over the place. I first showed Peter this when we had our first sleepover. I was in my freshman year when I decided to paint my ceiling with glow in the dark paint.

I laid back down in my spot and looked over at Peter who stared in awe at the painting. While he was busy watching that, I was busy watching him. His eyes shined with happiness, his dark brown hair slightly messy and ruffled. A melancholy smile graced my lips as I caught myself looking at him with more than just platonic love again.

I admit, I did have some interest in Peter, but I brushed it off as friendship and nothing else. Besides, he seemed so content with his life now, I couldn’t possibly ruin that. Peter seemed to notice my staring as he looked back at me, causing me to blush and look away.

“Something on my face?” Peter asked with a cocky grin.. “Yeah, just a smidge of stupid,” I replied, laughing. Peter feigned hurt and soon sat up, looking at me mischievously. I raised my eyebrows in confusion until he attacked my sides, beginning to tickle me.

“Wait no, I’m sorry!!!” I exclaimed, having a laughing fit. “I’m not sure if I believe you, after all, I am stupid,” he teased, tickling me again. I reached desperately for a pillow and gripped on tight when my hand found one. I wacked Peter in the face, making sure not to hurt him, and got him off me. At the same time however, the sound of something falling caught both of our attentions.

On the ground, laid a notebook. Its cover was a soft orange with different patterns of flowers on it. Peter looked in curiosity while I stared in shock. Before I could do anything, he picked the book up and looked towards me, anxiety beginning to fill my senses.

“What’s this?” Peter asked, looking at the book. “It’s just my old writing journal, nothing too important,” I lied, reaching for it. “Can I read it?” He asked, beginning to flip the pages. I snatched the book out of his hands and put it in my desk cabinet.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t. It’s something I don’t really like sharing,” I said, a little shaken up.

“(Y/n)?” Peter stepped closer to me, about to place his hand on my shoulder before quickly looking out the window, his face showing concern.

“S-sorry. There’s a bank robbery, I-I gotta go,” he excused himself, rushing out of my apartment.

I let a deep sigh of relief and closed my eyes, too tired to deal with anything else.


It was well into the night now and with each and every minute, I grew more and more worried. Peter hadn’t come back yet and I had tried calling his cell many times, each going to voicemail.

I sat in my bed, crissed crossed, looking out the window. I had given up on trying to reach him, it seemed pointless now. Grabbing my coat, I was about to head out to find Peter when I heard a knock at my window. Turning around, I saw him still in his spiderman suit, which was a little torn with blood stains on it. Quickly opening my window, Peter stumbled inside, steadying himself with his hand on the wall.

“Peter, what did I tell you,” I said. Luckily it wasn’t anything too bad, just a busted lip and a black eye. Peter only groaned in response, causing me to lead him to my bed so he could sit down.

“Just wait here okay?” I said, walking into the bathroom for the first aid kit. I sighed when I was only met with an empty box, I knew this would happen someday.

“Peter! I’m gonna head to the store okay? The kit is pretty much empty,” I called out. I heard Peter give a faint ‘okay’ as I left.


Peter sat on (Y/n)’s bed, he had already changed into his old pajamas that he had left over here from previous sleepovers. His side hurt a lot, but he didn’t think too much of it. He had worse injuries before.

Time passed and Peter found himself getting bored. He walked over to (Y/n)’s desk, picking up and playing around with a few things until he looked at her desk cabinet. He knew it wasn’t his place to invade her privacy, but she said it was an old writing journal. It was probably filled with embarrassing fictional stories, nothing too personal.

Opening the cabinet, he grabbed the orange notebook and flipped to a random page.

Entry - Dec. 25, 2016

Today’s been pretty great. Peter gave me a necklace and I admit, I felt bad for only giving him a drawing. His gift was so much better than mine, but he reassured me that he loved it. I came up with a new story idea and I think it was one of my best. I’m quite proud of it actually. It’s about this girl who’s an artist. She ends up in a car crash which damages her hands and now she’s going through life trying to relearn how to use her them again. I’m debating on whether or not it should romantic towards the end, but we’ll see. Anyways, Christmas has been great, everything is fantastic now.

Peter felt himself smiling at the memory, no wonder (Y/n) didn’t want him reading this. It was a diary. He did feel a little bad though and went to put it back in the cabinet when he accidently dropped it, the book opening up to a random page.

Looking down, he read the date and furrowed his brows.

Entry - February 21, 2017

I’ll be honest, I haven’t exactly been ‘myself’ lately, whoever that is. Recently things have changed, well more specifically me. I know I said I would get better last time and I thought I was, but I guess not. I’ve been feeling down lately, not all the time though. I still smile and laugh with my friends, I still feel happy and have hope in myself, it’s just not the same anymore. For some reason, whenever I get home and I’m by myself, I feel sad and I feel worthless. Well, I feel worthless all the time actually. I love my life, I have a great family, I have amazing friends, and school is going great for me, but I can’t seem to enjoy it. I feel lonely and empty. I’m stuck in this ridiculous cycle of starting the day out happy only for the negativity to crash down on me, knocking me under…I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the constant unwanted thoughts in my head, I’m tired of being over critical of myself, I’m tired that I’m constantly getting headaches and that I can never sleep at night. I hate that I let myself get this way. I am aware that this isn’t right, I am aware that I shouldn’t be comparing myself to other people, I am aware that I should not feel this way. I want to talk to people about this, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid that they’ll be disappointed in me, I’m afraid they’ll think less of me, I’m afraid I can never be the person they want me to be.I promised myself that I would stay strong. I promised that I would stay strong for my mom when my dad abandoned us, I promised I would be supportive of my sister when she moved away to work in film. I promised my teachers that I would keep my grades up and go to good college. I promised Peter that I would always stay by him no matter what, when his uncle died and when he told me he was spiderman.I promised people so many things, but I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’m tired and I want a break, but I can’t. Not when so many people depend on me. I don’t want to let them down, I don’t want them to be ashamed of me, but everything has a breaking point and I’ve reached mine. The only problem is that I’m too afraid to get help and that kills me.I want to just disappear and wait until the pain subsides or just disappear completely. I’m tired and all I want is a break.

Peter felt shocked and confused. He never thought (Y/n) would be going through all of this and he felt disappointed that he never realized what she was going through.


“Peter! I’m back,” I yelled, shutting the door with my foot. When I got no answer, I became confused and went into my room. I placed the bag with all my supplies and went to look up when I saw Peter sitting on my bed, his eyes red. His hand was behind his back, like he was hiding something.

“Why?” Peter asked me, his voice cracking a bit. I stared in confusion until he held up the orange notebook.

A lot of things happened that moment. First, I was scared and I was shocked. I was scared that he thought of me differently now and shocked that somebody else knew what was going on. Then I felt violated and betrayed, I had told Peter to leave it alone, but he ignored that and invaded my privacy, I felt a little angry.

“Peter-” I began only to be interrupted by the same question.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked, becoming a bit aggressive. “Why I didn’t tell you? Why do I feel like this? Why what?”

“Why did you ever think that I would think less of you, that I would be disappointed in you?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks.

I felt tears stream down my face and my heart clench. “Because, you think of me as a dependable person, you think of of me as a friend. I liked that you thought of me that way, I didn’t want you to think of me as a person who is too weak and can’t get help. I don’t have some complicated reason as to why I thought you would think of me like that, so if that’s what you expected, I’m sorry.”

Peter stayed silent and I sighed, letting the silence take over a bit before breaking it. “I’ll just clean you up and you can leave if you want. I won’t force you to stay here,” I mumbled, going over to the bag of supplies when I felt something latch onto my hand. Looking down, I saw a string of webs attached to it before I was tugged back. I stumbled onto Peter and his arms wrapped around me tightly, burying his face into my hair.

“I will never leave you, never you hear me,” I heard him whisper before pulling away, his hands cupping my face. “I love you and I promise I will stand by you no matter what.” Peter placed a kiss on my forehead as I felt tears running down my cheeks. I pulled Peter into another hug and cried, knowing that I had somebody I could turn to now, no longer having to write another journal entry.

truth or dare // jeff atkins x female reader

summary: a female reader and jeff atkins are at a party and join a group of people playing truth or dare. the reader is dared to kiss one person in the group, and she chooses jeff. 

warnings: mentions of drinking

word count: 1226

a/n: this is my first imagine on this account so i hope y’all enjoy! please feel free to request an imagine or a head cannon or anything :)

“(y/n)!” you snapped your head around, scanning the crowded room for the source of the voice calling your name. you were at jessica davis’s house; though you weren’t very close with her, you were friends with sheri holland, who was on the cheerleading squad with jess, meaning you were often invited to whichever party the popular kids were throwing that weekend. you and sheri had been separated pretty early in the night, but you didn’t mind– you may not have been a part of the popular crowd, but you were a fairly social person and you got along with most people pretty well. 

someone called your name again, and you finally met eyes with jeff atkins from across the room. your heart did a little skip inside your chest; you’d been paired up for several projects over the years, and you’d developed a pretty big crush on him. he waved for you to come join the circle of people he was standing with, flashing you a grin. 

“hey jeff, what’s going on?” 

“we were about to play a game, you wanna join?” you knew most of the people in the circle: zach dempsey, justin foley, jess, alex standall, a few people from your communications class… you nodded your head and plopped to the floor, sitting cross legged with your red plastic cup in hand. 

“what game are we thinking?” you asked. 

“well…” jess started with a mischievous glint in her eye. “we were thinking of playing a game of truth or dare.” 

“oh come on jess, that’s kid stuff,” justin snorted. jess playfully swatted his chest, rolling her eyes. 

“no, i think that could be fun! let’s do it,” you replied. jeff took a seat beside you, and the game began. at first it was fairly tame– jess had to chug her drink, zach had to take off his shirt– but the group was getting rowdier as the game went on. finally, it was your turn. 

 “(y/n), truth or dare?” alex asked from across the circle, wiping the beer that had just been poured over his head from his eyes. 

 “dare, of course,” you responded with a cocky grin. you were never one to back down from a challenge. 

 “hmmm,” he murmured, toying with his septum ring as he thought. “i dare you to kiss someone in this circle!” you flushed crimson, taking in a slow breath. your mind immediately went to the confident baseball player beside you. you’d imagined kissing jeff more times than you could count, but you were afraid he didn’t return the feelings; you knew how friendly he was with everyone, so you didn’t allow yourself to get your hopes up when he flashed you a smile from across the cafeteria or asked you to be his partner for another history project. you turned your head and met his brown eyes. 

 “jeff?” you spoke quietly. his lips turned up at the ends. “can i, i mean, may i kiss you?” he nodded his head, letting his smile take over his face before he started to lean towards you. 

 the moment your lips met, you forgot about the circle of people watching you. you forgot about the chatter of the party and the bass thumping in your ears. all you could focus on was the warmth of jeff’s lips on yours and what felt like fireworks going off in your stomach. you felt one of his hands reach around your waist to touch the small of your back, the other coming up to hold your face. you pulled away from jeff’s kiss, eyes wide and cheeks turning pink, your lips forming an “o.” jeff’s bright smile was shining down on you. 

 “what…” you began to murmer, only to be interrupted by a hoot coming from one of the boys across the circle. 

 “what a kiss, atkins!” zach shouted, earning a loud guffaw from justin. your face grew hot. 

 “i-i need to get some fresh air,” you stammered, standing up and making your way to the back door. you stepped out into the cool night air, taking a deep breath as you sat on the back steps and looked up at the stars. you couldn’t believe what had just happened– you kissed jeff atkins! you had no clue what would come of this; you were sure jeff just saw it as the dare that it was, but you decided not to think too hard about it for right now. you didn’t want to spoil the night by overthinking the kiss. as you tilted your head back and closed your eyes, the door opened behind you and someone sat down on the step next to you. 

 “(y/n),” a gentle voice said from next to you. you opened your eyes to see jeff sitting beside you. 

 “hey,” you responded. you leaned back on your elbows and looked back up at the sky. “the stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?” 

“for sure.” jeff leaned back as well, your elbows brushing against each other. after a moment, he extended his arm to rest around your shoulders. 

 “jeff–” 

“(y/n), i don’t think you know how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” he admitted. “or hold you close, or hold your hand in mine. ever since the first time we spoke, i’ve thought you were the most brilliant girl i’ve ever met.” 

“jeff, i–” 

“and i was really hoping you were going to choose me when alex dared you to kiss somebody.” 

“jeff,” you started for the third time. “i was worried you’d think i only kissed you for the dare.” 

“did you?” you shook your head. 

“i’ve wanted to know what it would be like to kiss you since we were paired up for that history project freshman year.” 

“the space race,” he laughed. “remember that rocket we tried to build out of gingerbread?” 

“and when it fell over the night before it was due because you ate all the icing, you came to class dressed up as an astronaut and ran around the classroom,” you added, joining in his laughter. the memory of jeff, his face spotted with blue icing, standing in your kitchen next to your crumbled rocket ran through your mind, making you giggle even more. 

 “you were so mad at me that night,” he remembered. 

 “jeff, the project was worth a third of our grade!” 

“and if i’m remembering right, we did really well on it!” you heaved a dramatic sigh, still laughing at the brown haired boy sitting next to you. 

 “you’re right, we did. all thanks to you,” you smiled. the two of you grew quiet. 

“(y/n), i’d really like to take you on a date,” jeff confessed, breaking the silence. 

“well, it’s your lucky day,” you responded. “i’ve always wanted to date an astronaut.” jeff grinned and leaned in to kiss you again. his arms wound around your waist as yours slid up to his neck, one of your hands reaching up to play with his soft hair. you could have kissed him until your lips were swollen and rubbed raw, but he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. 

“i think we’re going to make a great team,” he whispered, brushing your nose with his. 

“i think we already do,” you responded, pulling away to settle in against his chest and look back up at the stars.

Lucida

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 5,130

Warnings: Angst, character death, depressing thoughts

A/N: Okay, this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever published. I’m not pretending to be amazing at writing so if you read it and you can think of anything I need to improve on, please tell me, I’d appreciate the feedback. I also need to say a massive thank you to @imlikepadfoot for giving me the little boost of encouragement I needed to post this. The title, Lucida, means the brightest star in a constellation, but it was a quick translation so it might be wrong. Anyway… hope you like it! :)

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Originally posted by nellaey

Most of your time in Hogwarts was spent in the Astronomy Tower, looking at the stars. Despite already being surrounded by it, there was just something so much more magical about them than anything else that left you in awe. The idea that, you were a tiny detail in the never-ending wonder that was space. For you, that’s what the stars represented. Forever. Too many of them littered against the night sky, it would take a forever to count them all. Only a few people knew you came up here so often, and Sirius Black was one of them. Sirius Black, your best friend, who you had loved since your third year. Yet every week, he was kissing a new pair of lips. You had told yourself that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, because you hadn’t told him you had loved him, but it didn’t make the pain any better. Although, on nights like these, when the full moon shone bright, white light and the stars were most visible, you laid on the floor, the cold breeze causing you to shiver. Complete silence but for your breathing surrounded you and you were reminded why you dealt with the pain; Sirius was out there now in his Animagi form, risking his life for his friend. Maybe, you’d just have to wait a little longer.

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