i can see your smile

private tutor | part one

request from anon: Can I request a namjoon in college!au? It can be about anything! Maybe a tutor? Thanks and I love your writing!!

Originally posted by yoonkooks

[Namjoon x Reader]

Genre: College!au, Humor

Words: 3535

—> “I am brilliant, thank you very much. But if you don’t have a form of payment, I’m afraid I will have to decline your proposal.” You fall to your knees, hands clasped together, “Please, Namjoon; I’m willing to do anything.” The last word causes him to look away from his book and down at you, taking in your rather pathetic self. A smirk stretches across his lips, “Anything?”

A/N: Joonie can tutor me any day ;) hope you guys like this part one/intro of this series (i’m thinking three parts?)! xoxo


Well, this is awkward.

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Agents of H.E.A.R.T.E.Y.E.S.  😍 😍 😍

Matt said yes guys, what a surprise, wow.


HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF TECHIENICIAN!
(Oldest post is here, and here’s the first content for the ship. I don’t know who picked the name “Techienician”, please tell me if you know! I’d love to credit them here :D).

I hope that one day you can see it: the way your smile is infectious. How when you walk into a room everyone feels lighter. That the way you love rain is how people wish they could love one another. I wish you could see it – how you are so much more than beautiful.

concept: we’re at a concert together. the music is loud and I’m holding your hand. the room suddenly fills with fog from the fog machine and confetti scatters around the room. the fog is so thick it makes it so you’re the only person I can see in the room. your smile is so wide, confetti’s stuck in your hair and I’ve never wanted to kiss you more in my life.

“I promise to hold you when you’re cold or when you just want to be held.

I promise to always kiss you goodbye.

I promise to take you on cute dates. Museums, concerts, fancy restaurants and the shitty ones too.

I promise to surprise you with flowers or your favorite candy.

I promise to kill the spiders although I’m terrified of them as well.

I promise to always touch you gently.

I promise to listen to you.

I promise to hold your hand when someone stares at you for too long.

I promise to never go a day without telling you how indescribably beautiful you are, and how insanely lucky I am to call you mine.

I promise to always encourage you and your singing, I promise to always be your #1 fan.

I promise to be there on days you cry whenever you are reminded by the fact that your mom gave up on you so easily, and how she was embarrassed by the fact that you love me.

I promise to work everyday to be a better person, for you and for myself. I want you proud of me.

I promise to never force you on rollercoasters no matter how much I want to see your face on one.

I promise to write about you, you’re my inspiration.

I promise to watch Spongebob with you when you’re in a bad mood and you’re just wanting a laugh.

I promise to make stupid jokes so I can see your beautiful smile.

I promise to take pictures of you doing absolutely nothing because thats all it takes for you to be the most captivating human I’ve ever known.

I promise to carry you when you don’t feel like walking.

I promise to jump in front of anyone who tries to hurt you.

I promise to watch your chick flicks, they annoy me, but you don’t.

I promise to tease you just to see you pout so I can kiss your pouty lips and see you smile afterwards. Knowing I have that power, is the most rewarding thing.

I promise to sing to you although I sound like shit.

I promise to put my book down whenever you’re wanting to talk. My attention is yours whenever you want it.

I promise to always defend you.

I promise to wait for you. People say its too hard on your heart, but whats harder is imagining my life without you in it.

I promise to be open with you about how I feel even if its hard for me. You taught me to lay everything out there because I don’t know when I’ll ever have that chance again.

I promise to be different from every other person you’ve ever known, every person thats walked out on you.

I promise to tell everyone I come across how lucky I am to simply know you.

I promise to love you unconditionally.

I promise to be your safe place forever.

I promise to never make you feel like your feelings are invalid.

I promise to remember every important date of ours.

I promise to kiss every place you’re insecure about.

I promise you that every lyric, every person I come across, every sunset, will remind me of you when I go days without speaking to you. I miss you so much that I look for you in everything I see.

I promise to be 100% without a doubt, completely yours.

I promise to never give you a reason to not trust me.

I promise to play the guitar for you even with my slight fear of playing in front of people.

I promise to always make sure you’re warm.

I promise that you’re safe as long as you’re with me.

I promise to call you randomly when I miss your voice.

I promise to make life fun, so be ready for adventures, memories, and more memories.

I promise to give you your space whenever you want it.

I promise to write you cute poems, and give you a lot of forehead kisses.

I promise to rub your arm with my thumb because I know how much you love it.

I promise to brush your hair whenever you get out of the shower if you’re too lazy to.

I promise to go out of my way to make sure you feel safe all the time.

I promise to love you so much it makes people sick.

I promise to watch scary movies with you that I’ve already seen so I can cover your eyes when I know a scary part is coming up.

I promise to be grateful for your love every single day.

I promise you that I won’t give up.”

—  I’ll be here when you come back

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Fanfic Request: You and Gaston happily married with children (all the romantic fluffiness!).

i told myself i needed to write a fic BUT I WAS LIKE “HEADCANONS INSTEAD”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Living in the countryside away from the hustle bustle of village life. Probably a simple far, a place where Gaston can clear his head and be himself without having to worry or put up a facade for others. He loves it really, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
    • A place where he can literally put his feet up (You only rub them when you feel like it, he doesn’t actually pressure you to do it). A place where he can enjoy a beer in silence. A place where he can think and be with the things that matter to him.
      • The two of you are always up early enough to watch the sun rise. Imagine sitting beside Gaston, watching the sky change color in front of you. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. A small kiss is placed to your forehead. A few more minutes before your children wake up, he thinks. That’s all he needed. Was a few more minutes alone with you in quiet and peace.
  • Imagine the two of you being lucky enough to have a boy and a girl. 
    • Gaston loves them so freaking much, and actually, they look a lot like him. Dark hair(thick hair), same skin tone and they both happen to have his stubbornness. (Which can cause problems sometimes.) Gaston actually fights you on this sometimes(Playfully) and tells you that they look a lot more like you, “I can see your smile in theirs when they laugh”. Rolling your eyes teasingly, you kiss his lips softly and whisper, “You old romantic.”
      • Imagine him tangling flowers into his daughters hair after she asks him to do it. He knows he’s not good at it but he still tries. She gives him a warm kiss to his cheek when he finishes and she scurries off to show you. “Momma, momma look what papa did!!” 
        You look down at her, smiling brightly, “It’s so pretty.” You brush a stray hair out of her face, “Your papa is so good at that, huh? He puts them in my hair too.”
        She nods happily and looks back at Gaston with an even wider smile. He feels his heart melt.
      • She probably convinces him to let her put flowers in his hair too. Just imagine that. She looks at him sternly, grasps the sides of his face and brings his head down enough so she can reach his hair. You’re standing off to the side, watching him with your son in your lap. Laughing quietly, you urge her to continue. Gaston gives you a playful glare. “I hope those are purple flowers. Purple is a good color for me.” He says to his daughter with a small laugh. Your son joins in eventually and he starts putting flowers in Gaston’s hair, coordinating with his sister as to what color he needed. 
        • Imagine Gaston taking his son hunting. But, while preparing, his daughter comes up and asks if she can come as well. After talking to you, and you agreeing, he takes both of them with him. Imagine his son holding onto the back of Gaston’s jacket and holding his sisters hand while they track. Both of them are super invested.
          • Imagine them coming back and your son is literally about to bounce off the walls because he actually managed to shoot a duck. Your daughter is resting on Gaston’s shoulders as she got tired on the way home.
            You take her carefully, rocking her back to sleep as she stirred with the movement as Gaston places a gentle kiss to your cheek before beaming proudly.
            “He’s going to be a good hunter, just like his father.” He looks at your son, still going on and on about what he had done. You see his father in his personality.
  • Gaston tells them about his time during the War before bedtime. Says it’s their bedtime story. You usually sit and listen.
    • “When I was younger,” He pauses and reflects, “much younger….”
      • Your son gets so excited hearing about it because wow, his father was a hero.
      • Your daughter on the other hand, likes the ending when Gaston explains how he met you and how he fell in love with you after the War and how you bring out the best in him and how much he really does love you and them.
        • “Your mother was so…” He has to think about his word choice, “Beautiful… Gorgeous… She swept me away and hasn’t let me life a day without her beauty ever since.”
  • Monitoring your PDA because your kids do not appreciate it when you kiss each other in front of them.
    • Your son pretends to gag and your daughter yelling at you to “STOP KISSING.”
      • Sufficing on gazes, small kisses to the cheek and Gaston wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until the kids are put to bed.
  • I was about to say ‘don’t get me started on domestic Gaston’ but get me started please.
    • Absolutely a man who tries to cook you breakfast for your birthday but almost burns down the entire house. He just doesn’t cook often enough to know.  He ends up getting help from the kids, and things turn out okay. (He only burned it a little).
      • Probably tries to do the dishes here and there too(Especially when he’s sucking up to you). Always tells you, “That’s a really good workout for your arms. I’m surprised they’re not as big as mine.” You roll your eyes, flexing your arm teasingly. “Aren’t they?”
        • You asking him to help you with cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and for a second he looks at you like “who do you think you’re talking to?” but the glare you give him back gets him to agree and he ends up helping the kids take the laundry outside to dry. 
          • Gaston lifting up your daughter as she pins clothes to the line to dry. Your son tugs on his shirt, begging to be picked up too.
            • When you go out to check on them, the basket of laundry is still sitting there and Gaston is on his back, the two kids on top of him. They’re all laughing. Gaston catches eyes with you, “They’ve got me pinned, (Name). I can’t move!”
  • It’s late at night and the two of you had just put the kids to sleep after what seemed like hours of wrestling them into bed in the first place. You sigh softly, gazing at your love before making your way to the kitchen to clean and put away dishes before bed. Gaston looks at his children a few seconds longer before following you.
    Leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living space, he smiles slightly, “I know I told you that two children were enough for me, but have you ever thought…?”
    “About having another one?” You asked, finishing his sentence. Tilting your head to the side, you could feel the heat hit your face. “I wouldn’t mind… three more even.”
    He smirks softly, making his way towards you. Kissing the back of your neck and then the shell of your ear, he murmurs to you, “Three? A bit too eager, are you?”

MMMM BOI I HOPE THOSE WERE OKAY. if you liked them, i can make more! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 

(Loki x reader) Can’t Sleep pt.2

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N: This is one of my most popular one shots and I couldn’t help but want to continue it! I hope you guys like it 

Words: 1,956

Warning: none

Part 1

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Loki shifted slowly in his sleep, the sunlight shining onto his closed eyelids and disturbing him from his peaceful sleep. Loki fluttered his eyes open slowly, trying to draw in his surroundings. He felt the floor beneath him and realised he was resting on a soft carpet. He suddenly noticed that he wasn’t alone. Loki looked towards his chest and where his left hand was resting. He realised that someone was resting on his chest and immediately discovered that it was you. He suddenly stiffened and stressed out, trying to remember what happened. He shifted his hand underneath your head and carefully shifted your body off his, treating you like beautiful china. Once your were rested carefully on the ground, he stood up and delicately placed one arm under your knees and the other beneath your shoulders and warily picked you up. He placed your still sleeping body carefully on your bed and pulled his arms out from underneath you slowly so he wouldn’t wake you. Loki pushed a small strand of hair out of your face and smiled slightly, finding you beautiful and innocent as you were sleeping. Loki’s smile broke when he realised what he was doing, he couldn’t feel anything for you. It wasn’t right, and you didn’t deserve him.

Loki sighed as he walked towards the door and opened it, taking a quick look at you before closing the door lightly and walking out of the room. Loki walked down the hall and saw all the avengers sitting on the couch watching TV. Nobody really paid attention to him at first except for Thor, who was beaming at him. Loki looked at him, creasing his eyebrows with a confused expression.

“There you are, I started to think you’d never show up” Clint said, causing all the avengers to look straight at Loki, something he didn’t really appreciate. Loki nodded and looked down at his feet, still thinking about you. “I was asleep” he said quietly. He didn’t have a witty comeback for the first time since he got here, and he wasn’t really up for it. Loki looked back at Thor who was still smiling, and after a few seconds he stood up walking over to Loki.

“I’ll just be a second, I need to speak to my brother” he said, still smiling. Thor walked over to Loki and grabbed his wrist, leading him towards the hall.

“Wha…what are you doing!?” Loki sniped, irritated by Thor’s confusing behavior.

“I don’t know, anything you’d like to share with me, brother?” Thor said, raising his eyebrow and grinning. Loki shifted awkwardly but tried to cover it up by playing it cool. He looked up at Thor, a confused fake look on his face.

“What is your damage this morning?” he asked, Thor continued to smile at his brother unfazed by his response.

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I’m missing you now more than ever,
I just want to hear your voice.
Your voice is my magical cure
It gets me through the days
I can hardly find bareable.
I just want to see you, your smile.
Your smile is so calming.
I’m missing you now more than ever,
My heart is breaking piece by piece
I Can no longer bare this lonliness,
You’re gone, I am left with emptiness.
—  Tenari Ioapo // I miss you…
I’m a sweet summer girl with cherries on her tongue and laughter ground into her skin like the freckles I got from too much sunshine – I should be thinking about a summer boy, with light in his eyes and sunrays for fingers, but all I can see is your winter smile and your cool hands and your love like a warm sweater or a fireplace. God forbid I should ever let summer take you from me.
—  you’re the only one i think about // abby // prompt for @teagan123mullen
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imfact’s jeup singing wild flower on i can see your voice

Keep The Skirt


Requested: Yes, Could you do a fluff/smut DracoxReader where Draco has been crushing on you for so long and finally confesses his love for you in a romantic way. Later he would bring out his more sexual side and you guys well, fuck. The reader is a pureblood slytherin. :) Hopefully this makes sense cause honestly I love for you to write this.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff

   You turned the page in your book as the train was beginning to pull away from the station. You glanced out the window and watched the platform of 9 ¾ began to whirl by. You looked back down at your book and resumed reading. You looked up irritably when you realized the door to your compartment was loose and rattled like hell. You drew your wand from your emerald and black robes and without looking mumbled “reparo”. You smiled as the rattling stopped. You put your wand away and continued to read. 

   A few minutes later you heard the door open. You growled and whipped out your wand. You looked up and pointed your wand towards the door. You raised a brow when you saw Draco Malfoy and his luggage standing in the doorway. He glanced at your wand then back at you. He swept the empty compartment and gave you a small smile.

   “I’m assuming these seats are empty. I lost my friends so can I stay here?” He asked pushing his way in and beginning to put his luggage away.

   “Well I guess I can’t say no now.” You said looking back down to your book. You heard him huff and you looked up to see him struggling to put his bag in the overhead. You sighed and put your book down. You stood up and stood by his side to help shove the trunk on the shelf. When it was finally up you sat back down and opened your book. 

   “Thank you.” Draco said sitting down opposite of you. 

   "Of course.” You put down your book and looked to him. "How are you?” You asked. He propped his feet up and laid back. 

   "Well enough. Why are you alone?” He asked. You frowned.

   “Usually when someone asks how you’re doing you’re supposed to ask in return. I’m doing well. And to and to answer your question it’s because I prefer to read than listen to Pansy talk about how head over heels she is for you.” You said watching him inspect the cover of your book. He smiled and chuckled. 

   “I can see why that would drive you to wanting to be alone. I passed by them I wished I had an invisibility cloak.” He said. You smiled and stuck out your hand. 

   “Y/n, y/n l/n.” You said introducing yourself. He glanced at your hand and grinned at you. 

   “Actually uh, I know your name. We sat next to each other for the first two years in Defense and Potions.” He said shaking your hand. You furrowed your brows.

   “We did? And you remember it?” You asked. A deep blushed crossed his pale cheeks.

   “I mean I just observed it.” He said bashfully. You nodded. 

   “Wow. Draco Malfoy pays more attention to his surroundings than we thought. Or maybe, he has a crush on me.” You joked. He rolled his eyes.

   “Oh be quiet.” He said laughing and turning to the ceiling. You smiled and did the same.

   “That wasn’t a no.” You said using your robes as a blanket.

   “Well I wouldn’t want to lie.” He said smoothly. You looked over at him and caught him staring at you. You smiled.

   “Watch out. I don’t want Pansy after my head.” You said. He chuckled. 

   By the time the train pulled into the station you had gained a best friend and a date to Hogsmeade. 

   By the middle of the year, you and Draco had been going steady for months. You were practically inseparable. You hated the same people, hated the same classes and hated the same things. 

   You sat in the Slytherin common room with Draco’s head in your lap, playing with his hair. 

   “Hey love?” He said looking up at you. You hummed and looked down. "Do you want to go up to my room?” He asked.

   “Sure.” You said following him up the stone steps to his room. He brought you into his empty room and closed the door behind you. He hugged you and pushed you towards the bed. You dropped down on the bed with him on top of you. He proped himself up on his elbows and ducked down to kiss you. You placed a hand on his neck and pulled him close. His hand slowly traveled over your white button up shirt. He loosened your tie and you parted to pull it over your head. He placed a hand one he first button of your shirt and looked at you for permission. You nodded and he quickly undid them exposing your chest. You smiled and reached up and pulled him by his tie back to you. He smirked as you pulled him in for another heated kiss. You began unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He shrugged it off and reached down to get rid of his trousers. You felt him struggling and smiled against his lips. You gently pushed him away and helped undo his belt and get his pants off. You smirk at his growing erection. He pulled you close and began kissing down your neck. He reached around and unhooked your bra. You let it fall off and reached down and palmed him through his boxers. He moaned softly and reached up and palmed on breast. You whimpered as he toyed with your nipple. He trailed his other hand down and hiked up your skirt and smirked.

   “Lace huh?” He asked teasingly. Before you could answer he slipped two fingers in your making you moan. He chuckled and gently pushed you back onto the bed. He pumped his fingers painfully slow. This was your first time with Draco and you never pegged him as a tease. He slipped your panties down and off your legs. You began to remove your skirt but he grabbed your wrist firmly to stop you.

   “I like it on.” He growled in your ear. You nodded. And moved your hand to the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms under you and pulled you to stand. 

   “What are-”

   “Face down, ass up.” He said pointing towards the bed. You obliged and got into position. He picked up a tie from the floor and got behind you. He reached forward and put the tie in front of you.

   “Open.” He demanded. You opened your mouth and he shoved the tie in your mouth as a gag. He straighted and used his knee to push your legs apart. You felt him place a hand on your ass and use his thumb to spread your folds. He positioned himself and slowly pushed himself into you. You moaned out and rutted your hips back against him. He groaned and took that as a signal to speed up. He gripped your hips harshly, digging his fingernails into you skin. You whined against the gag and grabbed the sheets tight as he fucked you. You cried out in suprise as he slapped your ass. He slowed down drastically and rocked his hips making you whine. 

   “You want me to go faster?” He asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice. You pushed back against him and he chuckled. He took the hint and sped up again. You moaned into the gag and smiled lazily as you felt the framiliar knot in your stomach form. He began thrusting roughly and smacking your ass more frequently and harder. A few more hard thrusts and he got sloppier. He reached down and began rubbing your clit throwing you over the edge. You came screaming his name, muffled by the gag. He pulled out and you felt warm cum hit your back. Draco held your hips a second long and stood up. You dropped down on your stomach and tucked your arms under you. Draco laughed and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. You spit out the tied and huffed.

    “Babe? Can you get a rag and clean me up?” You asked. He hummed in reponse and you waited quietly for him to come back. Eventually he did and he rubbed soft circles as he cleaned your back with a rag. You felt tired. You felt yourself slowly lul to sleep leaving Draco to clean up the clothes and move you to cuddle with him at the head of the bed. He covered you both with the blanket  and pulled you close. 

   “Goodnigt princess.” He mumbled into your hair. You mumbled in reponse and he smiled. He fell asleep listening to your soft breathing and occasional snores.

Afraid of Loving You

Originally posted by phebobuffay

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Word Count: 1,097
Warnings: None
A/n: Sorry of this sucked, I started it over so many times because I got so stuck :(
Request: Hey
Can I request something? It’s an Riverdale request :)
I’d love to have something with Jughead! *-*
The female reader could be a Blossom, maybe a cousin or a sister, and she falls in love with Juggie. I’d love to know how Cheryl tells Juggie that he shouldn’t hurt the reader or something :)
Thanks ♡

Jughead Jones, the quiet and mysterious boy that sits in booth at Pops had caught the attention of Y/n Blossom, the cousin of Cheryl and late Jason Blossom. Y/n was fascinated by he way he typed for hours after hours. She knew that whatever he was typing had something to do with the murder of Jason but she couldn’t care less. Jason was never very kind to Y/n and often ignored her presence.

Y/n Blossom, the confident yet fragile girl that sits in a booth at Pops had caught the attention of Jughead Jones. Jughead noticed that whenever she would come in she was sit at a booth with her strawberry milkshake and watch him type away for hours. He often found himself smiling at the presence the girl but quickly averted his mind onto his work.

It was average day in Riverdale when you decided to get a milkshake from Pops and see if Jughead was there. You enter the diner to find the infamous writing sitting in a booth the far end of the diner. He was once again typing away. You ordered your milkshake and noticed that Jughead had stopped typing and seemed to be taking a break. You retrieved you milkshake and walked over to booth where Jughead and his laptop resided.

“Hey Jughead” You gave him a smile and he looked up at you with a slightly shocked expression.

“Hey Y/n” He replied distracted. One day while you were sitting at your booth watching Jughead he looked up from his screen and caught you staring at him. This caused you to blushed and look away quickly. Jughead then came over to you booth. Long story short you two clicked and now your good friends.

You smiled and slid into the booth so you were sitting opposite him. You sat your milkshake on the table and took at sip.

Something Jughead had noticed about you awhile ago was that you chewed on your straw when you were nervous, which is exactly what you were doing now. He looked over his screen at you with quizzing eyes.

“Yes?” You asked, unsure as to why he ws giving you that look.

“You’re nervous about something” He said, closing his laptop.

“No I’m not” You lied, you know all too well that you were beyond nervous.

“The confident Y/n Blossom is nervous because of Jughead Jones” Jughead teased.

“Watch it Jones” You warned playfully.

“Or what?” You blushed at the sudden confidence Jughead possessed.

“Nothing” You whined in defeat.

“That’s what I thought” Jughead said with a now smug expression. You knew it was bad, falling for Jughead, but you couldn’t help it, the more you saw him the more you fell.

The Blossoms are an odd family thats for sure but if any of them found out your feeling towards Jughead they’d cut him out of your life for good. This is how you came to conclusion of distancing yourself form him, if you stayed away then atlas you could see him in day to day life…just not the way you want.

Jughead noticed your sudden change in emotion and didn’t like it one bit. You’d catch him starting at you longing and it broke your heart to see that he might feel the same. Someone else that noticed your change was Cheryl. She always had a suspicion that there was a longing for something within you but she never would had thought it would be Jughead Jones. So when she fund you crying in your room she had a feeling she knew what it was about.

“Y/n?” Cheryl called into your room.

“Go away Cheryl…” You answered with a quivering voice. Hearing this broke Cheryl heart. Shut your door behind her and sat on the end of your bed.

“This is about Jughead isn’t it?” She asks softy. This made you shoot up and look at her shocked.

“How did you know?!” You asked, completely gobsmacked.

“Y/n, you’ve been my best friend since I can remember, you’re like and open book to me” She smiles as she pushed loose stands of your hair behind your ear.

“I care for him so much but…I can’t have him” You cried as she stroked your hair.

“Why not?” She asked confused.

“Because he will be ripped away from me” You continued to cry as Cheryl tried her best to comfort you.

“Do you really think he would let that happened?” This made you look at her confused. “Do you really think Jughead Jones would let you be taken away from him? Because I don’t think so” This made you smile softly, thinking about Jughead protecting you gave you butterflies.

“No, I don’t”

“Exactly! I won’t let it happen either.” She smirked at you and you giggled in response. “Now! we’ll clean you up and you are going to Archie’s to tell Jughead how you feel”

Cheryl did exactly as she said she would. You were cleaned up and standing infant of the Andrew’s front door. Your hands were shaking and your palms were sweaty but you knew you had to do this. You knocked on the door and not long after Archie opened it.

“Oh hey, Y/n” He smiled.

“Wheres Jughead?” You asked. He pointe dup to his room and you ran up the stairs. You opened the door quite quickly which caused Jughead to jumped in shock.

“Y/n? what are you doing he-“ Before he could finish you crashed you lips on his, he instantly kissed you back. The kiss wasn’t rushed or heated, it was slow and sweet. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. You broke away and he rested his forehead on yours.

“I have very strong feelings for you Jughead” You said with a deep blush lining you cheeks.

“I can see that” He chuckled. “I return them” He smiled and captured your lips in another sweet kiss. As this intimate moment continue, Jughead’s phone lit up on Archie’s bed.

From: unknown

Don’t you hurt her Jones, or you’ll have to deal with me.
Kisses! 
Cheryl.

@notalwaysfair - Hope you enjoyed it :)

You’re my universe. Every time I see you I can see the stars in your eyes, the way galaxies seem to form whenever you look at me. I can see pure stardust in your smile, dazzling me even if I’m not the cause. Everything about you just takes my breath away. Even if we aren’t meant to be, let’s stay and pretend and be in our own universe while it lasts.
—  K.E.F
I always think back to the beginning
I can still see it
Your smile that could light up a room
And eyes so bright
Wearing your yellow plaid shirt
Looking at me like you just won
a prize
I often wonder who’s getting that
smile now
And it breaks my heart a little more
each time
Knowing it’s not me anymore
—  Chapters from my life
Roadtrip

Request:Can you write a Bucky x reader, where reader has bought a new car and they decide to take a road trip with Steve and Sam, but a cop pulls them over and asks her some questions like ‘is this your car?’ assuming it was stolen, then asks Bucky and Steve if they’re safe and demands to check her car. It’s just basically a messy situation. @mazuru7

After years of saving and responsible decisions you finally had enough money to afford your dream car. The car you’d been drooling over since high school.  You went to the dealership with Steve and Bucky because it was common knowledge that dealerships try to pull less shit if you have a man with you. You weren’t taking any shit so you brought two men who beat people up for a living. Bucky put an arm over your shoulder as you waited for the guy to come back with paperwork and keys. You looked up at him absolutely giddy with anticipation for your new car. He smiled down at you; he knew how much this meant to you and he was proud you were finally getting the car your heart desired.

“This is it doll,” Bucky spoke.

“I know,” you grinned up at him, “We should go on a road trip this weekend and really see what this baby can do.”

“You really want to put a bunch of miles on your new car?” Steve questioned.

“Steve, your old guy is showing. Why buy a car if not to put miles on it? It’s not the miles it’s the driver, and I am gonna take good care of my baby.”

That weekend you loaded snacks into the backseat for a trip down to Virginia Beach. Bucky loaded up everything else, he had refused to do more than one trip so he was carrying an ungodly amount of bags.

“Well look at you Hercules,” you teased as he put things in the back of the car.

“ Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked, ignoring your teasing.

“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re just itching to get behind the wheel and I ain’t gon’ let you.”

“Is that right?” he leaned down closer to you, getting in your face as if to really scrutinize your expression and decide if you meant what you said. However, as he got closer his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.

“That is right, Sergeant Barnes. You’re never ever gonna drive my baby. I love this car more than I love anything in this world.”

“You are such a brat,” he laughed, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing his lips to yours. Reflexively, your hands went up to cradle his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hand.

“Hey are you guys gonna suck face the entire trip?” Sam asked. Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned the both of you quickly and dipped you, continuing to kiss you passionately. You were smiling into the kiss, used to his antics to spite Sam. He was smiling too and as he broke the kiss he looked down at you with his usual gaze of love and admiration before pulling you back up.

“Alright love birds if you want to get to Virginia anytime soon we should be heading out,” Steve chided throwing the last bag in the car. You smile hurrying to the driver’s seat ready to start the journey. Bucky sat beside you  as a navigator, Steve and Sam were in the back. Steve was in charge of snacks while Sam had music. The three bickered back and forth often asking you to weigh in on their quarrels.

“But your dear boyfriend put nair in my shampoo!” Sam yelled.

“Oh my god, and he’s still alive?!” you exclaimed laughing.

“He did it before he left for a mission,” Sam explained.

“Well you couldn’t have been that upset, you didn’t do anything about it.”

“Yes he did,” Bucky interjected.

“Icy Hot in his underwear,” Sam responded triumphantly.

“Oh my god is that why you refused to have sex with me that one day?” you asked. Bucky only nodded. You glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam who looked more than satisfied with himself. Steve on the other hand looked like a tired mother of two at her wits end.

“Is this what you deal with at work?” you asked him.

“Oh that and much more,”Steve sighed.

“I feel for you, Cap.” you turned your attention back to the ever-stretching highway while the men in your car continued to bicker about past pranks. You were an hour out from the beach when the police car behind you turned on its siren. You glanced down at the speedometer to see if you were speeding. You were not and there were no traffic laws broken, so that left you to wonder what the hell was going. You turned on your hazard lights and went over to the shoulder lane.

“Grab my insurance papers out of the glove box would you?” you asked Bucky, your voice dropped to a forced calm. He grabbed the papers while you pulled your wallet out of the arm rest and got your license. You had both easily accessible when the police officer walked up to your window.

“Good afternoon, officer,” you greeted forcing a smile on your face.

“Afternoon. Can I see your license and registration?”

You handed them over immediately. He scrutinized your papers then your face as if he expected the papers to be fraudulent.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“Yes I do, sir,” you nodded. He hummed glaring at you, you stared back with a deceptively friendly gaze.

“Would you get out of the car?” he asked.

“Why is she getting out of the car?” Bucky demanded, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from getting out.

“There’s a search out for a car exactly like this. So I’m gonna say it again, Miss. Please step out of the car.”

You did as he said and stood out side of your car.

“Is this your vehicle ma’am?”

“Yes, sir, it is.”

He looked past you to the men in your car, “Are you guys okay?” he asked.

“We’re fine. I’d like my girlfriend to get back in the car, and for us to continue our drive.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna run her license number, be sure she is who she says she is,” he cut a side eye to you. You watched Bucky’s hand clench in a fist and he looked about ready to blow. You thought for sure he was going to get out of the car and make the situation even worse. In your worry for Bucky you’d stopped paying attention to the officer. He grabbed your arm and yanked you around to look at him.

“I will put you in jail, do you hear me?” he growled at you, and you wondered what part of the one sided conversation you had missed. Three doors seemed to open in the car simultaneously.

“Get your hands off of her!” Bucky yelled, and Sam put a hand on Bucky’s chest to keep him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop Steve who broke the officer’s grip on you.

“What’s your badge number, officer?” Steve spit out glaring at the man.

“Steve,”you warned. The officer pushed Steve back.

“There’s an APB out for this car model. No way she bought this car so which one of you does this belong to?”

“It’s hers!” Steve yelled back, surging forward to attack but you wedged yourself in between them.

“Hey, man,” Sam called out, “Everything’s good here just let us go,” Sam was preoccupied holding Bucky back. You looked back at the police officer hoping by some miracle he wouldn’t be too preoccupied by the color of you and Sam’s skin to listen. The officer glared at all of you and it occurred to you that these were superheroes.

“Steve, show him your Avenger’s ID,” you requested straining your neck to look up at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled the ID out. It was enough to make the officer begrudgingly walk away and get back in his car, not without throwing your license at you carelessly. You caught Steve again keeping him from attacking the officer. After the cop car drove away you let out breath out that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. You also let go of Steve and got back in the car. Everyone followed suit after a while and you continued the journey to the beach. There was silence for a long time in the car, you glanced over at Bucky. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he silently seethed. You reached over and gave his knee a pat.

“It’s alright, Buck,” you murmured.

“It’s not alright,” he snapped.

“You’re right. But it wasn’t worth a fight.”

“Yes it was.”

“Are you gonna fight every time someone is an asshole to me?”

“Ideally,” he nodded. You laughed a little at that shaking your head.

“I’m sending a complaint,” Steve announced as he looked down at his phone, “I got his license plate number.”

You scoffed, “Come on we’re gonna have a great time at the beach. Don’t let one asshole ruin the mood.”

“What if we weren’t with you?” Bucky demanded.

“Well I’m glad you were,” you settled.

“But what if?” he insisted.

You sighed, dropping your happy bravado, “Who knows? At best, I’d be in jail, at worst I’d be…,” you paused letting the thought trail off, “ but I don’t want to think about that, kay? I already know what this life is like for me, I don’t need to live in fear too. Let’s just be grateful I wasn’t alone and that I had the best of the Avengers to look out for me.”

Bucky took a deep breath trying to quell his anger. You took his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with your thumb. There was another moment of silence but this time it was much more comfortable.

“You dumbasses were gonna fight a cop on the side of the highway,” Sam laughed breaking the silence and coaxing a rueful laugh from the rest of you. Soon enough most of the tension had passed, but Bucky kept you close the entire time you were at the beach. It occurred to you that he had really been scared for you, so you didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you.

~Mod Lillian

Not A Fan? // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: Could I request a Johnny love at first sight fluff it takes place at an NCT fan meet taking your little sister see her favorite boy group NCT

words: 1517

category: fluff

author note: I love Johnny sm you have no idea. also I’ve never been to a fan sign so I looked it up to see what they’re like and tried to be as accurate as possible. hope you like it!

- destinee

Originally posted by haechannie

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