i hate waiting to find out what happens

Drarry Headcanon

for anon (because I couldn’t wait to post this… I’m still on hiatus…)


  • Narcissa and Harry thanking one another for what the other did during the war over letters
  • Narcissa telling Harry that Draco still fawns over him
  • Harry learning more and more about the real Draco
  • and soon, falling for his personality
  • Narcissa setting them up without telling Lucius
  • because she knew he’d be going insane with even more ‘Potter Talk’
  • Draco becoming super flustered when he finds out about what’s happening 
  • because he totally doesn’t still talk about how bad he wants to be Potter’s friend
  • and how they’ve hated each other since the beginning
  • the most awkward first date
  • and an even more awkward second
  • but bonding over old stories from their days at Hogwarts 
  • them finally telling each other about their feelings towards each other during school 
  • Draco breaking down in front of Harry while telling him how bad his rejection felt
  • “I felt as if someone had ripped out my heart and tore it into a million pieces…“
  • Harry describing the guilt and pain he felt after using sectumsempra 
  • “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
  • Them feeling they need to see each other at least 3 times a week 
  • Harry teaching Draco about muggle things 
  • Draco falling in love with movies
  • Harry putting his arm around Draco as they watch one together 
  • Draco laying his head on Harry’s shoulder just after
  • That first kiss they don’t know who started 
  • but knowing they can’t be apart for very long
  • Draco always staying at Harry’s flat
  • because he’s is afraid to live alone
  • and he’s not quite sure what his father would think 
  • “I don’t think my father will hear about this”
  • During their time off of work, they just like to hang out
  • whether that be visit the shops, make a homemade meal, play a 1 on 1 Quidditch match, or just lay in bed until noon
  • Little inside jokes about each other
  • Draco teasing Harry about his horrible eyesight 
  • “At least I’ll have you to help me around if I ever lose my glasses, Malfoy.”
  • Falling asleep while snuggled up together 
  • Harry visiting Draco at work every chance he gets 
  • and Draco doing the same for Harry
  • Him finally gaining the courage to show Harry his scars
  • Harry tracing over each line with his fingers as he feels the guilt come back
  • “I’m sorry”
  • Draco still warming up to the Weasleys and Granger
  • The Weasleys taking him in as their own and treating him like they did Harry for all of those years
  • both of them being afraid to say what’s really on their mind
  • because they think the other won’t feel the same
  • but Harry gives in first
  • “I love you”
  • Draco feeling butterflies in his stomach 
  • “I love you too”
Your Name (Prologue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3,012

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), First Time Sex

Notes: I have been thinking about this series for the longest time, and here is just the prologue for you guys! It is inspired by a REALLY good movie, called Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa), but it works perfectly for Stiles. Expect great things from this and give me your thoughts!

Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)

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A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader) Chapter 3

Originally posted by 9taefox

Important Author’s Note: Okay so, firstly, I would like to thank everyone for showing love to the second part of this fanfic in addition to the first. You guys keep me going. I apologize for the longer than intended wait for this chapter. Sometimes, life just comes at ya fast, ya know? Two very important things about this chapter. Number one, this is the awaited smut chapter. I’ll just say that I’m not that confident in my smut writing abilities, so, if it sucks, I apologize in advance. Also, it hasn’t been proofread like in the slightest so please don’t hate me for any errors. Second, see that weird symbol up there? I bet you’re wondering what that is. Well, that just so happens to be Jimin’s mark. That’s all I’ll say for now, read to find out the rest of the details. Without further hesitation, onto the story:

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, SMUT (You have been warned as it is in all caps :) )

Rating: R ( I guess that’s the correct rating)

Characters: Aera (Reader) and the lovely BTS

Word Count: 4,765

Summary:  Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

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Protect You (Part 1) (TJeffs x Reader)

Summary: You meet him for the first time

Warnings: None its bad tho so…. feedback is appreciated
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“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

The first time you met him it was at a fourth of July party at Lafayette’s house. Laf had invited everyone he knew well. Alex, John, Herc, the Schuyler sisters, and you. You didn’t know Thomas Jefferson and his friend would be coming until you arrived. A genius plan in getting your brother to come without complaint. Well until…

“Gilbert Lafayette!” You had been talking with the Frenchman when Alex let out his bellowing yell.

“Thomas has arrived.” He said and soon enough your little big brother walked into the backyard. “Mon ami excuse me will you.” He said putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Good luck.” You said and moved to the picnic tables getting everything ready for the hamburgers that Herc and John were grilling. Eliza and Angelica were in the kitchen cooking everything else. Peggy was sitting by the pool soaking up the last of the day’s rays. You smiled as you moved past your brother and Laf arguing in French. You walked in the elegant sliding glass doors and into the kitchen.

Thomas was standing next to Angelica trying to talk to her. “It must be hard with your sense of direction to find your way to a decent pick up line.” You heard the oldest Schuyler sister say and you let out a laugh. You turned to look through Laf’s cabinets to find the napkins.

“I thought it was good.” You heard him say.

“Too bad you’re not trying to pick up yourself.” Angelica said and you heard Jefferson grunt. “Take these outside and set them on the table.” You found the napkins and turned around as soon as you did you heard the clattering of plastic plates on the floor.

You looked from the ground to Jefferson’s face. “Are you okay?” You asked concerned and walked to him.

“Um uh yeah, I’m fine,” he said and you bent down to pick up the plates, “Oh it’s okay, don’t worry about that please. I can take those too.” He said and gestured to the napkins.

“Oh okay.” You said and gave him the napkins. He got new plates and hurriedly moved outside. You let a small smile form on your lips Angelica looked outside at Jefferson looking inside at you and laughed.

“Oh my god, you made Jefferson make a fool of himself. He’s going to have a headache for days.” She said and you looked at her confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” Angelica said when she saw your expression. “Eliza did you see that? That was hilarious.”

“Angelica you are awful.” You said and shook your head. You took the food that was ready and brought it out to the table that Jefferson was setting. As you were setting down the food you felt him come up to you.

“Uh I’m uh um,” did he forget his name? “I’m Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson.” He said and stuck his hand out for you to shake. You gave a small smile and shook his hand.

“I’m Hamilton, (Y/N) Hamilton.” You said and he looked very confused. He looked between you and your brother.

“Oh that’s not fair.” He blurted out and then apologize and sulked back into the kitchen. You watched him retreat and your brother stomped over angrily.

“What did he say to you?”

“He just introduced himself, calm down.”

“Thas what I’m talking ‘bout. Who ready for food?” John yelled from the grills and that got everyone outside and around the picnic table. Everything was going great until someone brought up the recent discourse on campus. The library making people pay for coffee.

Alex went on a rant on how people were stupid for doing it, Thomas chimed in on how it would encourage people to get jobs to pay for it. Then it turned into an all out yelling match that ended in you telling them to shut up.

“Jesus Christ shut up. Why do you care it’s a dollar fifty get over it. If you would get an actual sleep schedule you wouldn’t need so much. God Alex it’s not life or death.” You rolled your eyes and both of them were silent and everyone else talked. When you’d finished you put you plate up and grabbed the beers.

“(Y/N) a woman after my own heart.” John commented as he grabbed a beer. Laf grabbed one too and soon everyone was talking and laughing and drinking. James and Thomas sat on pool chairs talking in the corner. Thomas kept looking at you and you caught him a few times he seemed tense as you laughed with Herc. What you weren’t expecting was Laf to jump in the pool close to you and soak you with the splash. Which was worse than it normally would have been because of your white American flag crop top.

You took a minute to get over the shock of being soaked. “Mon ami you are soaked.” Laf said and you turned.

“You don’t say.” You said and took your crop top off and your shorts only in your red, white, and blue bikini. “I’m going to strangle you.” You were about to jump in to do just that when John jumped in grabbing your arm dragging you in. Everyone was laughing as you play fought with John and Laf in the pool. It ended in the shallow end Laf and you in a tickle fight.

“I surrender jeez I won’t strangle you.” Laf let go and laughed. He swam to the diving board with John to do tricks. “Alex come help me out.” You said to your brother.

He scoffed,”No way.”

“Why not?” You poured.

“Because we’re siblings I know you.” He said and you rolled your eyes. Thomas did the same and got up to help you. He struggled not to stare at your boobs as he leant down. You grabbed his hand and pulled down bringing into the pool with you. He popped up sputtering and looked at you. You gave him a small smile, he returned it. You were about to swim to him but everyone else started jumping in and you were distracted. He left before you could talk to him again.

“You are so done for.” Peggy said as you wrapped a towel around yourself as you all sat around a fire.

The second time you saw him you were picking up Alex from debate club. Alex prided himself on being one of the top in the debate club. You told him it made him a nerd. He said that it qualified him for everything. You just rolled your eyes.

Today must have run late. You need let yourself go in because of all the nerdiness that must go on in there. You sighed and looked at the clock. It was supposed to be out twenty minutes ago. You had rehearsals in an hour. You had a few minutes to spare. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to stay long.

When you walked in it was a mad house

“When we were on death’s door, when we were needy, we made a promise, we signed a treaty. We asked France for help and they provided. In return, they didn’t ask for land, only a promise that we’d lend a hand And stand with them
If they fought against oppressors and revolution is messy But now is the time to stand!” You shoved your way through the crowd of men and women standing in the strange looking lecture hall. One side had seats and so did the other and there was a place for people to stand around in between them. It kind of looked like a stadium.

“Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny. I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate; I’ll remind you that he is not Secretary of State!” When you got to the front you saw who was debating. Your brother and his super hot nemesis.
“He knows nothing of loyalty smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty desperate to rise above his station, Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation. Hey, and if you don’t know, now you know, Mr. President.” Jefferson finished and you knitted your eyebrows looking at Alex and then Jefferson. There was tension as the taller man let a sinister smirk cross his face. The was not the same adorable man who had dropped plates at the sight of her was it?


“Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response?” George Washington, a history professor said and looked at your brother. It was silent for a moment everyone waiting for his response. Alex always had a way with a crowd since he was young and on the streets asking for money to buy his little sister some food.

“You must be out of your goddamn mind,” everyone shouted at that and you found yourself doing it as well. “If you think the President is going to bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess, a game of chess, where France is Queen and King-less.” That’s when Alex noticed you and so did Thomas. And the Alex noticed Thomas noticing you and the glare that formed on his face. Thomas’ smirk had fallen when he’d seen you. He looked awe struck and you gave him a small smile.

“We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket, would you like to take it out and ask it? Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’s head? ‘Uh, do whatever you want I’m super dead!’” And like that it was over and you were being pushed out of there by Alex. “I hate the way he was looking at you.” Alex hissed.

“What with admiration, you know some people find me admirable.” You said as you moved around your car to get into the driver’s side.

“No like he was lovesick, you can’t date. I refuse to let it happen.” Alex said as he got in.

“Yeah yeah, say whatever you like, I can do what I want.” You told him and Alex rolled his eyes.

The third time you saw him was the charm.

You were sitting outside the theater waiting for your director to get there with the keys. It was cold and you had forgotten your jacket. So you sat huddle to the inside of the middle brick column. You could see the Political science building across the street and watched the students roll in quickly.

There was one that truly caught you attention. Tall, dark, ridiculously hot, and supposedly off limits. Thomas Jefferson was walking to his class and spotted you. You blushed when he caught you looking at him. His face knitted in concern when he recognized you. He quickly jogged over his bright purple jacket looking ridiculous.

“(Y/n) what are you doing out here without a jacket?” He asked and was quickly shedding his and wrapping it around you.

“Waiting on the director to get here. I have rehearsals today.” You said and he put his hands on your face. A weird thing for people who were practically strangers. His hands were so warm though you didn’t really care.

“You never stop surprising me.” He said and you hugged out a laugh giving a sardonic smile.

“That me, I’m full of surprises.” You said and moved your cold hands to his. “I’m actually really glad you came over here, I’m a tropical flower I don’t think I could have survived.” He laughed and so did you. His jacket was so warm. So absolutely warm. After a few minutes a silent warming Jefferson cursed at his watch.

“I’m late I have to go, if your director doesn’t come in a few minutes come in the Poli. science building okay. You’re lips are blue.” He said and you nodded. He got up and started walking away.

“Wait what about your jacket?” You asked.

“Keep it.” He said turning around.

“How will I get it back to you?” He smiled and your heart fluttered. He brought out a pen and wrote seven numbers on your arm.

“That’s my number, call me or text me when you wanna give it back.”

anonymous asked:

Prompts #43 #98 you get hurt but you don't die. Can this be with Stiles :)

Stiles Stilinski - “I feel like I can’t breathe”

“(Y/N)?” Stiles squeezed your hand. He squeezed your hand over and over and he kept on praying to whatever God wanted to listen that you would open your eyes, that you would say something, that you would squeeze back, that you would survive. He wouldn’t forgive himself if you wouldn’t survive. He wouldn’t forgive himself if you would die. “(Y/N)?” His voice was barely a whisper and he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Please?” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Please, wake up…”

Stiles still didn’t know what had happened. He had thought that you were at home, that you were safe, that you were asleep or reading a book you couldn’t put away. He had not expected you to call in the middle of the night that something had happened in the woods, that you needed help. He had also never been this afraid in his entire life.

Somehow you getting hurt was different from him being in danger. Somehow you lying here in the hospital with your eyes closed was different from him taking all those risks day in day out. Somehow not knowing whether you would wake up was worse than facing all those monsters and bad guys himself.

“Stiles…” You opened your eyes and a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Don’t move…” Stiles spoke softly and he pressed the back of his hand to your cheek. “Don’t move, okay?” He held his breath while he stared at you, at your open eyes, at the pain, visible on your face. “How are you feeling?” He had a thousand other questions he didn’t know the answer to, but somehow it felt weird to ask them without asking this one first.

I feel like I can’t breathe…” Your voice was soft and breakable and a tear rolled down your cheek, even though you probably didn’t even know why you were crying in the first place. “It’s like…” You tried to inhale and a few more tears escaped your eyes. “It’s like something is standing on my chest.”

Stiles kept his eyes locked with yours for a short moment and then he stood up. He didn’t want to leave you alone. He hated having to walk away from you, but he also knew that whatever had happened to you was not something he could tell a normal doctor. “I will find Melissa for you. She’ll help you. She’ll make it go away, I swear.” He waited until you nodded and then he left the room. “She’s awake! Melissa!” He rushed towards the counter and Scott’s mother looked up from her paper work.

“Thank God…” She let out a deep sigh and pushed herself up. “Do you already know what happened?” She cocked her head a little, but Stiles shook his. “We’ll find out and then you and Scott can do something about it.”

Stiles took a deep breath and he followed Melissa back to your room. He stood still in the doorpost and he took a deep breath while he watched Melissa asking you all those medical questions and checking your vital organs.

“What were you doing in the woods in the middle of the night, (Y/N)?” Her voice sounded soft and friendly and you curled your lips up into a smile.

The store ran out of easter eggs.” You swallowed and then another moan escaped your lips, while Melissa frowned her eyebrows and looked over her shoulders to look at Stiles.

“What? Is it bad? Is something wrong? Is (Y/N) going to die?” Stiles widened his eyes, but Melissa smiled a calming smile and shook her head.

“No, but I do think (Y/N) might have a concussion.”

I think you have to wait and see what happens this year, and if we find out anything more about Jon. I think Jon would hate the term “ The Prince That Was Promised ”. If someone turned to him and said, “You’re The prince That Was Promised,” he just wouldn’t pay much attention. That’s what I love about him, so I don’t really care about it either. You know, I think that’s what’s great about him . He’s got very little ego on him
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Kit Harington on Jon… (I love this man!!!) Season 7

I think you have to wait and see what happens this year, and if we find out anything more about Jon. I think Jon would hate the term ‘The Prince That Was Promised.’ If someone turned to him and said, ‘You’re The Prince That Was Promised,’ he just wouldn’t pay much attention. That’s what I love about him, so I don’t really care about it either. You know, I think that’s what’s great about him. He’s got very little ego on him.’ - Kit Harington

dachi-chan25  asked:

I'm sending another prompt cuz this ship deserves more LOVE : “You and I were a fascinating narrative, and I’ve always liked to tell stories.”

Thank you, I love you! And you’re quotes are amazing, keep em coming.


Chapter 1: First Grade

The day I met Betty, I knew she was something special. This little girl with blond pigtails and big green eyes, who’s smile lit up the room the second she walked in. I noticed her because she noticed me. She bounced over to where I was sitting and said,

“Hi, I’m Betty Cooper, what’s your name?” I was a shy, awkward child with only one friend. Archie Andrews, a nice boy whom I had known my entire life. But Archie wasn’t in my class that year, so I spent most of the time keeping to myself. I barely knew how to respond to someone talking to me, especially in such a happy way.

“I’m Jughead…Jones, the third.” I finally responded. Betty let out a cute giggle and sat down across from me.

“That’s a funny name. I’m new, my family just moved here. I don’t have any friends, and since you are sitting alone I thought maybe you could use a friend too. Want to be friends?”

Betty asked me that in the blunt way that only a child could. I told her yes, mainly because I was so shocked that I don’t think I could’ve said anything other than what she wanted to here. Betty immediately took me under her wing. She was the new girl, but she fit in better at school then I ever had. Betty forced me out of my comfort zone. She dragged me to school and town events that I normally would’ve avoided like the plague.

Even as a first grader, I was aware that Betty was different from the others. She was both kind and strong. She never let anyone say a bad word about me. She once punched a kid who had tripped me on purpose.

Imagine this. A tiny, pretty, first grade girl punching the biggest, meanest kid in our grade. I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. 

Betty and I were walking home after school, minding our own business when a boy named Reggie stuck his foot out and tripped me. I went sprawling, the books in my arms flying everywhere. I heard Reggie and his pals laughing.

“Leave him alone!” A small voice rang out. I looked up to see Betty standing in front of Reggie, her little hands in fists by her side. She was at least a head shorter than Reggie, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

“What are you going to do about it, new girl?” Reggie teased, sending another wave of laughter through his friends. Before anyone had time to react, Betty had swung her arm and punched Reggie right in the face. He stumbled backwards, holding his cheek and looking at her in shock. Betty simply tossed her ponytail, turned on her heel, and walked over to me. She stuck her hand out and helped me up.

“Let’s go Juggie” She said, taking my hand and pulling me away. I wish I could say that Reggie never bothered me again, but I can’t. What I can say was that he was always careful never to end up on the wrong side of Betty ever again.


“What are you writing Juggie?” Jughead looked up from his laptop in surprise to find none other than Betty sitting across from him.

“Betty? When did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago, you were really absorbed in your writing, it must be something good.”

“I think it will be.” Jughead leaned forward across the table to give her a kiss. “And hi.” He smiled sitting back down.

“Hi, so what are you writing?” She asked again

“A story”

“About…?” She quirked her eyebrows, obviously wondering why he was being so evasive.

“I’ll let you know when its finished.” Jughead answered, knowing that didn’t really satisfy her question. But she simply shrugged and pulled out a book from her backpack.

“Then you better get writing.”


Chapter 2: Archie Andrews

Archie and Betty hit it off immediately when I introduced the two of them. I knew they would, they were both energetic, kind people who always saw the best in everything.

To tell the truth, I was a bit nervous that they would become amazing friends and forget all about me, but that did not happen. Betty and Archie never once made me feel like an outsider, or like I was different from the two of them. Which let’s be honest, I was the odd one out. But with the two of them I never felt like that.

The summer after first grade was one of the best of my life. Archie, Betty and I did everything together. We called ourselves the Three Musketeers. We spent the entire summer roaming through Riverdale, finding secret spots and playing great adventure games.

Betty was the one who started calling us the Three Musketeers. She started it after Archie proposed a pirate game where I was a pirate who had kidnapped Betty and he was the brave captain sent to rescue her. Betty had put her hands on her hips and fixed Archie with a terrifying stare.

“Archie Andrews, I am not a damsel in distress. If you want to play something, how about we play the Three Musketeers, cause I can fight just as well as both of you.”

And so we had played the Three Musketeers and neither of us had ever suggested that Betty play the part of damsel in distress ever again.

Oh, how I wish that summer could’ve lasted forever, but like all good things, it had to come to an end.

Second grade was when thing really began to change. Betty and Archie were in the same class, I unfortunately was left the odd person out.

For a little while, it was like nothing had changed from the summer, but I began to notice small shifts in our friendship. Betty and Archie developed a closer bond because they were spending so much time together. They still included me, but I began to feel more like a third wheel than one of the musketeers.

Then Betty started tutoring Archie.

Then Archie asked Betty to marry him.

Suddenly, everything had changed. I’m not even sure if they realized it, but suddenly it became Archie and Betty…oh and Jughead. 

They were young, and experiencing their first major crush, and I don’t blame them for their actions, but it became all about how they felt about each other. This was something that unfortunately continued in the years to come. I watched Archie and Betty do an exasperating dance for years. They pushed down their feelings, too scared it would change their friendship. 

I watched Betty fall hard for Archie, who seemed to remain oblivious. I listened to her complain about a new girl he was with. I comforted her when Archie did something to hurt her feelings.

All the while, I waited. I waited for Betty to wake up one day and realize that while she had been crushing on Archie all of these years, I had been crushing on her.


“Jughead” Betty’s voice once again brought him from his writing. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows, wondering why she had interrupted him. Jughead found Betty looking at him intently. They stared at each other for a few moments before Jughead gave in with a sigh.

“What is it Betty?”

“You were frowning. Quite intensely might I add. Trouble with your writing?”

“More like troubling subject matter.” Jughead replied, avoiding Betty’s eyes.

“Juggie…” He could feel Betty’s gaze on him. He finally looked up.

“Betty, I promise I will tell you, I’ll even let you read it. But you just need to wait until its finished.”

“Not even a hint?” Betty teased.

“It’s a fascinating narrative, just like all of the stories I love to write.” Jughead winked at her

“Juggie! That tells me nothing.”

“I know, and you won’t find out anything unless you let me get back to my writing.”

“Fine” Betty stuck her tongue out at Jughead.


Chapter 3: Changing Times

This pattern continued until the summer before our sophomore year. Everything changed that summer. Betty went away for an internship, Archie didn’t go away physically, but he still became distant.

I found myself alone in Riverdale for the first time since I met Archie.

I poured myself into my novel about Jason Blossom’s disappearance, trying to pretend that I didn’t notice the absence of my friends.

School felt like a foreign country without my Archie and Betty to help me navigate. I was avoiding Archie at all costs, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to see Betty yet. I knew she must have a lot on her mind, with what had happened to her sister. Plus she was usually surrounded by Kevin and the new girl, Veronica Lodge. 

I kept waiting to find Betty alone, but it never seemed to work out that way. So, I continued pouring myself into my novel and isolating myself into a booth at Pop’s. That is, until Archie came into Pop’s after a dance, looking for Betty.

That was the night when hope returned.

I found out that Betty had finally confessed her feelings and that Archie had told her that he didn’t feel the same.  I hated that Betty was hurting, but another part of me, and not a small part, was glad that she could finally move on.

She had been pining after Archie Andrews for too long. Archie was a great guy and my best friend, but he didn’t love Betty in the way that she deserved.

I am not good at expressing my emotions, but the moment I found out what happened, I wanted to run over to Betty’s and pour out my heart. The only thing that stopped me was knowing that Betty was still grieving over the loss of the idea of her and Archie. I knew I needed to give her time. Time to heal and time to move on.

So I waited. It killed me, but I waited.

Archie and I slowly made up. I was glad to have my friend back, but he and Betty were still awkward around one another so it was not quite like old times. I wasn’t sure if we would ever be able to get back to being the Three Musketeers.

Then, one night, Archie and I were walking into Pop’s for some burgers. Archie stopped dead right inside the door. I turned to follow his gaze and locked eyes with none other than Betty Cooper. She looked so beautiful it was like a punch to the gut. 

Both Archie and I waited to see what she was going to do. When she asked us to join her, it was like a weight had been lifted. I gladly agreed, hopping over the booth so I could sit across from Betty. She laughed and wagged her finger at me.

The four of us spent the night laughing and joking. It was almost like old times, just with a plus one. I knew that Archie and Betty were repairing their friendship and I had hope that things would soon be back to normal.

Well, normal between them at least. I wanted things between Betty and myself to be far from normal. I wanted something new. Of course, I was still waiting for a sign from her.


“Jughead!” Betty pratically yelled. Jughead jumped and looked up at her in annoyance.

“Why on earth are you yelling Betts?” 

“Because you didn’t respond the first three times I said your name.”

“Oh…” Jughead looked sheepish

“What I wanted to say is that it’s late and my mom imposed a curfew with what has been going on. So, I’ll leave you to your writing and see you tomorrow.” Betty said standing up.

“Wait!” Jughead quickly saved his document and closed his computer, jumping up next to Betty. “Let me walk you home.”

“Don’t be silly Juggie, you’re really into your writing, I can tell. It’s no problem, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She leaned in and kissed him lightly in the mouth and turned away, but Jughead wasn’t about to let that happen. He grabbed her hand and started walking out with her.

“You don’t be silly. It’s not safe out there, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you got home safe and sound?”

“The tortured, moody, writer kind.” She said, nudging her shoulder against his, but she was smiling brightly and Jughead could tell that she was grateful for his company.


Chapter 4: Blue and Gold

When Betty asked me to help out with reviving the school newspaper I pretended to consider it, even though I had known from the moment I stepped in the room what she wanted and that I would say yes.

I would do anything for Betty, especially when she flashed those puppy dog eyes at me.

But, I probably would’ve said yes even if I wasn’t crushing on her. Because Betty and I were both driven by the same thirst for the truth. I wanted truth for my novel, and she wanted it because she needed to figure out what happened to her sister, but our goals were still the same. Uncover the real story, find the liars, and get the truth out to everyone.

Betty and I spent a lot of long hours together in that dusty news room. Most of the time we were absorbed in our own stories, but occasionally we would bounce ideas off of one another. We had many long discussions about what could be happening and how to find the truth.

Betty told me everything she knew about Polly and Jason.

I told her everything I knew about Archie and Ms. Grundy.

As we uncovered more secrets, we grew closer and closer. We were each others confidants. We were the only ones that we were 100 percent sure that we could trust.

I wish it had been under better circumstances. I wish that a boy didn’t have to die, but I am thankful for what it led to.

One night, Betty and I heard pretty shocking information. When she turned to look at me, I saw a complex series of emotions flicker across her face. She asked me if I believed what we had heard. I told her that I did, scanning her face to see if she agreed. Her expressions were closed off, so I was forced to ask her if she believed.

What happened next was something that I had been waiting for. Betty reached up and put her hands on my neck. I could feel her thumb rubbing my cheek gently.

“I believe you Jughead.” Now her expression was open. Her eyes were so vulnerable, so full of trust. I could do nothing but stare at her for a few seconds, barely able to believe what was happening.

Then I kissed her.

It was everything that I had imagined and hoped it would be.

I kept my eyes closed for a few moments after the kiss, half afraid that I would open them up and find that it had all been a dream. But when I finally opened my eyes, I found Betty smiling at me.

Beautiful, sweet, caring, fierce, kind, strong, incredible Betty.

We had kissed and she was smiling at me like I was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. I have to imagine that I was looking at her the same way.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into first grade with those god forsaken pigtails.” I confessed. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. So I settled with telling her about my long standing crush. Betty had giggled and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first walked in and saw you scowling in a corner with that hat of yours askew on your head.” Betty had whispered.

We continued walking after that, but everything was different. Now, our fingers were intertwined and we walked so close together we kept bumping into one another.


Jughead walked up to Betty and kissed her as soon as he entered school. Betty looked up into his smiling face and couldn’t help but smile back.

“What are you so happy about this morning?” She asked.

“I finished what I was writing, or I finished up to present day at least.” Jughead spoke quickly out of excitement.

“Can I read it?”

“Yes, follow me.” Jughead pulled her into the newsroom where they could be alone. He pulled the printed copy of his story out of his bag. “Okay, I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you all of this for a while now. I almost blabbed it the first time we kissed, and about a hundred times after that. But as you know, I am a lot better at words in the form of writing. So I wrote this, it’s our story Betty. At least what has happened so far. And I plan to fill a lot more pages with our adventures.” Having said his piece, Jughead handed Betty his story.


The Story of Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

Dedicated to Betty Cooper
“You and I were a fascinating narrative, and I’ve always liked to tell stories.” 


“Oh Juggie!” Betty exclaimed, running over to hug him. “This is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone was ever done for me. Thank you.”

“You’ve only read the first page!” Jughead protested with a laugh, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“And I already love it, now let go of me so I can read the rest”


God I love writing about Bughead! I will write about these two crazy kids until my fingers bleed.

Send me a Bughead prompt and I’ll write a drabble!  

Things I will never forgive OUAT for:

1. Milah’s treatment. I don’t think anything else needs to be said.

2. Emma (and to a lesser degree Snow) never finding out what happened to Graham.

3. Genie/Sidney never being freed.

4. Belle going back to Rumple and that being considered a ‘happily ever after’

5. ‘Forgetting’ about Anastasia, and just the spin off in general, especially after Will came back. Also, recasting Jafar rather than waiting for Naveen. Like I want to make it very clear that I mean no disrespect for Jafar’s new actor there. He did a great job. I just personally hate recasts.

Joker Imagine - You’re a vampire

sotinycynthia-17 said:Could you please do an imagine where the reader is a vampire and j finds out?

/Here it is. I tried haha


Originally posted by jokerish-darkish-mindish

Originally posted by blacksilk-gothmodel

Your P.O.V.

I thought I had found the perfect resolution for my life. I thought that he’d never find out, but boy I was wrong.

I am a vampire.

A couple months ago I met my boyfriend, the one and only Joker. I was on a desperate hunt for fresh human blood. So I followed this juicy looking man to an alley where I attacked him. Little did I know that I was being watched. As I hit the guy’s head from behind and then got him down on the ground, I heard laughter. It made me tighten my grip on my victim and look around. I was so hungry, so angry and so bloodthirsty that I wouldn’t let anyone bother me.

As my victim was wiggling beneath my strong touch, the person stepped out of his hiding place. That’s when I saw Joker. I remember how his cold eyes met mine and his red lips curved into a wicked smile. ‘’I haven’t seen such a pretty girl take down such a big and strong guy in a very long time’’ Joker broke the silence with his carefully chosen words that sounded crazy from his mouth. I liked it.

I had just stared at him and held myself back from biting into my victim. I couldn’t let anyone see me, at least not fucking Joker. ‘’Why are you after..’’ Joker started and kneeled down. I watched as he kneeled down in front of the man who was scared for his life. Joker touched his jaw with his hand, hidden behind a white glove. I couldn’t deny that he looked very attractive all dressed up right in front of me. He was very interesting, I had admit it. ‘’..this fella here?’’ Joker finished his question. I yanked my victim’s hair and made him yell out loud, but I put my hand in front of his mouth.

‘’Just..killing my boredom Mr. J’’ I replied with a tough voice. He faced me again and smirked. I knew that I shouldn’t have kept looking at him, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to look away. I think at that moment he sneaked inside my soul and did something that made me want to stay.

I wanted him.

Not in a victim way, but something more..serious. I wanted to belong to this crazy man. I could already picture us together.

And my thoughts came true.

We saw each other at his club for a few weeks. I came by usually on Saturdays and he happened to see me there. Our ‘innocent’ talks developed into more heated discussions and until recently Joker and I took a big step forward. I wasn’t quite sure what I was thinking tho. He wanted me to be his partner, aka his girlfriend. I said yes.

How foolish.

We had been together for a little while now and I was just anxiously waiting for him to find out my big secret. We went out together at night, because I told him I hated days. I also slept all day and he did too so it was perfect. But I was scared to kiss him with tongue because he’d definitely feel my sharp teeth. I avoided mirrors. I just tried my best to act human. When we killed for fun and he left, I would come back to our victim and drink up the precious blood. 

There was a myth that vampires couldn’t eat anything else, but that was wrong. Or else Joker would have known something was wrong. 

       My eyes looked at the man we had killed a few minutes ago. His body was against the wall and he was bleeding from his wounds we made. Joker walked back to the car and I promised I’d be there soon. Little did he know I was going to suck this man completely empty of blood. I stepped closer to our victim and I noticed something. He still had a pulse.

It just made me smile. ‘’The fresher, the better’’ I muttered to myself and then grabbed his head so I could lean closer to his neck. As I opened my mouth, I already tasted his blood in my mouth. My senses were really sensitive which I liked. I could know what people’s blood tasted like by being close to them. For some reason I never got a temptation to drink Joker’s blood. It was strange, but right now I had other things to think about.

I sunk my sharp teeth into his neck, piercing his veins and then I attached my lips onto his skin. Then I could drink up. Just as I got started, I heard someone sneaking up to me. ‘’Y/N ‘’ I heard a familiar yet confused voice. My eyes widened and I dropped our victim down, quickly wiping my mouth with my arm. Then I did a cool thing where I made my fangs look like normal teeth again.  I turned around to face Joker. Our eyes met and I felt like a little girl caught stealing candy.

His face said it all. He was shocked and confused. Although I doubt he was scared, but I knew he was disappointed I hadn’t told him anything. ‘’I can explain..’’ I broke the silence between us. It didn’t make me feel any better. ‘’When were you planning to tell me?’’ Joker raised his voice and made me step back. He had never been angry with me so I wasn’t sure what to do. ‘’I kinda..uh I don’t know..’’ I mumbled nervously and looked away from his face. I screwed up.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my jaw. He was breathing heavily and he tried to make me look at him. ‘’Are you really a vampire?’’ He almost growled. My eyes stung, but I didn’t cry. I was just sad that I was caught. Instead of speaking, I just nodded. ‘’So that’s why my baby never made out with me’’ Joker purred and surprised me. I faced him and saw a big smile on his face. 

‘’W-why aren’t you mad?’’ I stuttered because I was surprised. His eyes were full of adoration.It really threw me off. ‘’Because that’s hot’’ Joker giggled darkly and then made me smile. I didn’t care about getting in trouble now, so I just jumped at him and gave him a big hug. Joker didn’t mind that I hugged him first. He wrapped his strong arms around me and then took a deep breath.

‘’Damn baby..You’ve got to show me all your tricks’’ He spoke happily and then pulled back so he could face me. ‘’With pleasure’’ I promised him. His blue eyes were darker. It’s like he was turned on. ‘’You need to promise me something’’ He suddenly got all serious. I nodded, allowing him to continue. ‘’Never bite me when you’re blowing me’’ He whispered into my eyes and it made me laugh softly. ‘’Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands’’ I tried to reassure him. J slapped my bum playfully. 

‘’I think that you’re the real batgirl Y/N’’ Joker thought out loud. I rolled my eyes. ‘’haha that’s funny’’ I tried to say seriously, but I couldn’t help but to chuckle. I knew he’d make so many jokes about me being a vampire and how vampires had things to do with bats.

‘’Now go get him baby’’ He encouraged me to finish our victim. I was more than happy to.

Whoops

Word count: 1344

Warning: smut

Kai’s ring gets stuck inside you

‘It’s been too long’ you whispered while Kai’s mouth was pressed to your neck, leaving dozens of kisses as he grazed his teeth against your neck a few times.

'I know.’ He groaned out and threw you on the bed, his hands instantly reaching to the button on your jeans as ge swiftly pulled them off and threw them across the room. You sat up and snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you, your lips finding his. The kiss was very rushed and filled with lust, your heartbeat increasing with each second and your body craving for Kai’s even more than before. It’s been a month since you and Kai slept together and it was getting harder and harder to not do anything. You were constantly frustrated and everything was bothering you. You even started thinking Kai was doing this on purpose just to piss you off.

His hands roamed down your thighs and then to your ass, grabbing it tightly and pushing your pelvis up so it met his crotch, making you moan out at the feeling.

'Just do something, Kai.’ You moaned out as Kai yanked your panties off, tearing them in half.

'Those were new!’ You said and reached out your hand, pointing towards your torn panties laying on the floor.

'I don’t care.’ Kai groaned and leaned down to kiss you again as his finger slipped inside you, your mouth opening slightly.

'Kai’ you whispered, a smirk appearing on his beautiful face as he added another finger, both curling around, your crotch pressing against his hand even more.

'You’re so hot’ he moaned out, turned on just at the sight of you squirming under his touch, your body begging for a release. His thumb found your clit as he started rubbing it gently, getting your closer to your climax.

'Fuck, Kai.’ You screamed out as you clenched around his fingers and came, your body shaking as your orgasm traveled through your body. You were laying still on the bed, trying to catch your breath as you felt Kai pulling his fingers out of you. You closed your eyes for a split second, your legs still a bit weak.

'Uh - oh’ Kai suddenly muttered, making you sit up and look directly at him.

'What happened?’ You asked him, his eyes wide as he kept looking at his hand.

'I - umm - I think I just-’

'What? You did what, Kai?’

'I think there’s my ring…lost, um-’ Kai kept stuttering, your eyes wide.

'Lost where?’

'Inside you, I think.’ Kai said and looked away, knowing you would freak out. You opened your mouth and wanted to hit him right there.

'Are you freaking kidding me?’ You said loudly, and got down from the bed, your bottom half still exposed.

'I’m sorry, I- I didn’t think it would happen. It’s kind of funny actually.’

'Really? It’s funny? Would it be funny if it happened to you?’ You asked and placed your hands on your waist.

'How would that even happen?’ He furrowed his eyebrows. 'Ohhh, I get it now. Yikes.’

'Yeah, yikes.’

'What are we going to do?’ Kai asked.

'You’re gonna get it out.’ You said and pointed at Kai.

'Me? How am I suppose to do that?’

'Magic.’

'Wow really?’ He asked, excitement in his voice.

'No, you idiot. You’re gonna do it the old fashioned way. Just like you did a few minutes ago.’ You said as Kai approached you and placed his hand on your waist.

'Ok.’ Kai said and wanted to push his finger in, but you grabbed his hand.

'First, take all of your rings off. I don’t want another one to get stuck in there.

'Fine.’ Kai said and took all of his rings off, placing them on the bed as he took a few steps towards you and spread your legs a little bit. He slid his finger in and curled it around, looking for the ring.

'Did you find it?’ You asked, your hand placed on Kai’s shoulder.

'Uh, sorry, there’s nothing in there.’

'Are you serious? Shit! We have to go to the hospital.’ You replied and quickly got dressed, your mind constantly focused on the ring inside you. The worst part was that it felt like there was nothing in there. Maybe Kai just thought it was in there.

You walked into the hospital with Kai’s arm wrapped around you body, his hand resting on your shoulder.
You looked around and there you saw Jo walking towards you. She smiled at you but when she saw Kai, her face expression went serious.

'Hi! Um, what is he doing here?’ Jo asked as Kai smiled at her, his arm never leaving your body.

'I’ll explain later. I need your help.’

***

'How can I help you?’ Jo asked and led you and Kai to a bed that was placed next to a couple of others and pulled the curtain so nothing around was visible and no one could see you.

'Um, we, I mean, I have a slight problem.’ You muttered, nervous as to how to tell Jo what happened. She suspiciously looked at Kai and then back at you.

'I have a ring stuck inside me.’

'In your stomach?’ Jo asked, her arms crossed.

'Not exactly. It’s more, um, lower than that.’ You stuttered and looked down, feeling embarrassed as to how to tell her what really happened.

'What do you mean?’ She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she glanced at Kai one more time.

'I have a ring inside my vagina. Hilarious, right?’

'I’m a doctor, it’s not hilarious to me. It’s not like I haven’t seen something like that before. When did it happen?’

'Half an hour ago. We were, um, doing something and his ring just-’

'So, you’re saying there’s a ring stuck inside. His ring?’ Jo asked, pointing at Kai.

'Yes.’ You replied.

'So, you two are together or something?’

'We’ve been dating for two months behind everyone’s back. We’ll it was fun while it lasted.’ Kai muttered and rolled his eyes.

'I’m not gonna ask how this happened because I can assume what you two were doing so, there’s no need to explain it. We’ll take it out, no need to be scared. I’ll be right back.’ Jo said and pulled the curtain to one side as Kai sat next to you on the bed.

'See that everything will be ok.’ Kai kissed your forehead and smiled at you.

'You’re such an idiot.’ You hit him playfully and laughed, the whole situation looking kind of funny.

'Yes, bit I’m your idiot so, you still love me.’ You laughed and kissed him, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

'Kai?’

You heard a female voice behind Kai and immediately recognized it, your eyes went wide because you knew your relationship with Kai wasn’t a secret anymore.

'Omg, what's… going on here?’ Damon said and crossed his arms.

'Nothing we’re just- she was umm- yeah I got nothing. We’re dating and we’re here because I was-’ before Kai could finish, you hit his arm making him look at you, realizing he was talking too much. As always.

'You’re dating him? Are you crazy?’ Bonnie said making you roll your eyes at her comment.

'Yes I am.’ You trailed off, taking everyone by surprise.

'But, you two hate eachother. How is this even possible? You always look like you’re ready to rip eachother’s heads off everytime you’re close.’ Elena said.

'It’s a disguise. You all are so smart, I thought you’d figure it out by now like you figure out everything, but apparently I was wrong.’

No one said anything for quite a while, making the whole situation even more awkward than it already was. You sighed multiple times, waiting for them to leave but they kept standing right where you and Kai were, hoping they’d find out what happened but that thing, was going to remain a secret between you and Kai. And Jo, as you were hoping it’d never happen again.

This is really random, but you know what I want?

I want a fic where everyone thinks Chad’s a complete homophobe. I mean he hates musical theatre with a burning passion, he has no love for the drama department, he’s pretty anti-dance, he plays sport, (he’s black)… what more do you want?

And as the Wildcats & Company slowly ingratiate Ryan into their group they start to get worried. They actively try and keep the two from being alone together. Even though they bonded over baseball, everyone still thinks it’s a shitshow waiting to happen. Everyone’s on edge.

Except for Troy. 

Because he’s known Chad since pre-school. And in that time you know who else he knows?

Chad’s Mums. Plural.

And then, when everyone finds out they feel like dicks.

MMFR as Clickbait Titles

So yeah… I had some time to burn and this happened…

13 Hilarious Grunts and Mumbles that Sum Up Being a Road Warrior

She Turns the War Rig Left. What Happens Next Will Amaze You

11 Awesome Ways to Enter Valhalla; You Won’t Believe Number 7

Think You Are Mediocre? Wait Til You See This Guy

Car Mechanics Hate Him - His Secret to Getting the Most From a V8

19 Intense Murder Looks; Number 12 May Haunt Your Dreams

Is Your Boss Is Lying To You? Take This Quiz To Find Out!

An Insider’s Easy Tutorial To Living, Dying, then Living Again

You’ll Be Shocked When You See What These Women Can Do

How Metal is Too Metal? This Rocker Knows the Answers

27 Ways to Topple the Patriarchy

Hebe, the Goddess of Youth


Now, here’s what happened today:

I was trying to find a BP seller to buy a Hebe Key. A guy, claiming to be a seller, told me to send the gold first (which is kind of a common procedure when buying keys), and to wait 1-2 minutes as he was spedning his APs. After 5 minutes, I tried to message him, just to found out I had been scammed. *smh*

BUT then, when I was saying what happened in world chat, this super nice player sent me a Hebe Key for free! He said it was because he hates seeing people get scammed. :’) Thanks again!

As for the scammer: he was reported and the GM just said they were banning him. :*
Complicated (Pt. 6)

Originally posted by gallavich

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Summary: Life was good. You had your boyfriend Cedric and best friend Oliver. But what happens when hidden feelings come to light?

Setting: Okay this all takes place during Sorcerer’s Stone, but I changed things around a bit so Oliver is a 5th year, Y/N and Cedric are 4th years (canon they’d be 3rd but for the sake of it I changed it a little)

Notes: Sorry guys I meant to post this yesterday but I got sidetracked a bit, here it is now! Part 7 (the last part) will be posted tomorrow, let me know if you guys would want me to post the epilogues!

Tagging: @idfkalina @thisisthelilith @icat8 @magical-spit @sarcasticdorkk 

|Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 3| |Part 4| |Part 5|


You’re woken to a pair of strong arms wrapping around you, one around your back and the other below your knees.

“Y/N, love, what are you doing here so late?” you recognize the voice as Cedric’s, and you cling to him as you feel yourself being lifted. Where was ‘here’? You didn’t remember falling asleep anywhere. Slowly, you open your eyes, being met with the familiar surroundings of the infirmary. You look down and see Oliver, remembering why you were there in the first place. You’d been doing homework with Cedric, going up to see Oliver when you finished. You’d planned to stay there only a while, but apparently you fell asleep.

“How’d you find me?” you ask Cedric groggily, nestling your head into his chest.

“You didn’t show up for dinner, the team said you had gone to check on Wood.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, enjoying the feeling of Cedric’s arms around you, the warmth lulling you back to sleep.

You’re woken again when Cedric places you on your bed, shaking your shoulder gently to wake you fully.

“Y/N, love. You need to get ready for bed,” he whispers, pushing your robes off your shoulders and lifting your sweater up over your head, leaving you in just your button down and skirt. He turns around, not knowing whether or not you minded him watching you change, even though he’d seen you in your underwear before.

“How did you get us in here, anyways?” you yawn, pulling your pajama top over your head.

“I remembered the password from when you let me in a while ago.” You laugh to yourself, remembering that day.

“You can turn around,” you say at last, inviting Cedric to face you again as you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. When you return, Cedric is sitting on your bed, standing once he sees you.

“Thank you,” you step forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Anything for you,” he replies, kissing the top of your head while holding your body to his. “Get some sleep,” he says, giving you a quick kiss before slowly backing out of the room.

“Cedric?” You grab his hand before he gets too far, making him turn to face you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies with a grin.


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Kit Harington Doesn't Care About That 'Game Of Thrones' Theory
But you probably should.

I think you have to wait and see what happens this year, and if we find out anything more about Jon. I think Jon would hate the term ‘The Prince That Was Promised.’ If someone turned to him and said, ‘You’re The Prince That Was Promised,’ he just wouldn’t pay much attention. That’s what I love about him, so I don’t really care about it either. You know, I think that’s what’s great about him. He’s got very little ego on him.  - Kit Harington

head canon where otabek is away working at the club and yuri is at home with their 8-year-old daughter raven who suddenly enters yuri’s bedroom screaming “daddyyy!!” And yuri almost pasts out thinking something happened to her precious girl, it happens that a giant moth has entered her bedroom so she asks daddy yuri to kill it and yuri is like damn I hate those things but he tries to be a good parent and goes inside to check what’s up, however when he sees the size of the moth he is like omg no let’s wait for daddy otabek to come back home, and so otabek comes back and finds yuri and raven in a pillow fortress and he is like what’s up why isn’t she sleeping yet and so yuri tells otabek the problem so otabek goes inside her room and omg the moth is so big he is like “yuri I need your help this is a two-man job” and yuri is reluctant but he goes in anyway, however, raven just listens to a scream and things falling down and then she sees her two dads coming out as if they’ve just been through war so her eyes get watery thinking the moth will live forever in her room and her dads are just so guilty and look at each other like “wow, we’ve failed”, however yuri then has an idea “wait! I know what to do, bring polkadot” (yes in my head canon raven has a cat named polkadot) and raven is like “dad, what are you gonna do, the moth will kill her!!!” And yuri is like “no, trust me I had a cat when I was your age, they are good with this! Once, my Pyocha killed a bat and left it in my shoe. It was amazing and terrifying that my little girl could do that” and otabek is like “yura are you sure about what you are doing?” And he is like “yes, yes trust me on this one. Let’s give her an hour” and so they lock polkadot in raven’s room and the three of them just cuddle in the pillow fortress until an hour is past and when they check raven’s bedroom again they see polkadot sleeping in her bed with a giant moth dead on the floor.
“I’ll bring the broom” says otabek and they are all happy again.
And that is just another night in the altin-plisetsky family

My Treat | Kim Jongdae

Genre – Fluff

Word Count – 1k

Summary – In which you finally use your much awaited bank card at the place where you usually make a fool of yourself with handheld-cash (you know change and what not), but you seem to face some… “technical difficulties”

Coffee Shop AU

Originally posted by galaxychen

Rushing through the frost-dawned streets, you made your way to the campus café. Your need for caffeine combated your inherited trait of clumsiness as you smoothly sped around students with ten million text notebooks piled in your arms. Coffee wasn’t the only reason you were in a rush though; your best friend’s shift was also around this time and you had quite a lot on your mind on this fine afternoon. With missed assignments, annoying landlords and texts from boys that required decoding, you pushed open the glass door and paced towards the counter. Not paying much attention to who was actually behind the counter, you began to ramble on about your problems as soon as you arrived in front of it. 

“You seriously do not understand how stressful the Chemistry assignment is.  And on top of that, you know who has decided to get a haircut! -and you are not who I thought you were. Hello.” You backtracked; freezing at the sudden realisation that the barista behind the counter was in fact, not your best friend. There stood Kim Jongdae with the classic smirk on his face which made you want to both punch him  in the face and… do other thing to him too. Don’t get me wrong he wasn’t a douche, but you’d like to think being considered the college’s hottest senior would boost a little of his ego. You’d spoken to him on some occasions in class and every time you came here in the evenings. You found him attractive maybe, but that was about it. You still didn’t understand how he was now apparently… the new afternoon shift barista and why your best friend didn’t tell you about it. Oh how you wish you could just disappear right now. Okay talk! He’s staring at you now! Seriously say something! 

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colagirl5  asked:

So i pretty much hate fics about actors it always weirds me out but I gotta say I'm Falling Apart is so well written and I can't wait to find out what happens in the next part Jared makes everything better :D

Why thank you boo! I’m always super cautious about actor fics & was surprised when I started writing them. I’m glad you’re looking forward to the next part! It’s gonna be emotional, but then again this whole series is.