i just had way to much fun with those shoes.... even if they are a bit too much

Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh
THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE
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I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.

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It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
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“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
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I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
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“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.

“Yep.”

Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Tease.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Titled: ‘Tease’

Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF 

Word Count: 1,392 

Tagging: @norrihiddleskittycap  @captainemwinchester @little-red-83 @impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt @hobbithorse19 @feelmyroarrrr @lefouismylife@redimagines @letowolfie @ciaprincess @speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lani @winchester-writes  rexhepierijona

A/N:   Request from @btrombley13:  You should write a Gaston x reader where, much like Belle, he just keeps trying to win her over but the reader just keeps denying. Maybe where the reader continously teases him, whether it’s by joking with him or wearing a dress which just compliments the reader in best ways. I just thought that would be funny and actually kind of cute. Cause lets face it, Luke Evans Gaston is amazing ^_^ have a good day :)

A/N: Sure! Of course! I hope this was what you were looking for!! 


For years, Gaston offered you his heart and hand, but you would respectfully decline his wish. You liked Gaston and all, but you feared of settling. You didn’t want to settle to early on in life. You were young and ambitious. Plus, Gaston and you have been companions longer then before Gaston showed you signs of love. You also didn’t want to see that kindled relationship be destroyed if things fell through. Gaston, on the other hand, knew he had you reeled in, it only just a matter of time. But since you and Gaston were still only friends, you were certainly not shy from the idea of messing with one another. 

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Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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First for Everything

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Can you do a fic where the reader got drunk and got into a car accident because her and jughead got into a fight the same night.

Can you do an imagine where Jughead and reader are dating and she was in a car accident and now has coma. Maybe nobody knows if she will wake up and Jughead is just so distraught but eventually everything turns out good. Angsty and first but then fluffy at the end

Warnings: Drunk driving (don’t do it, kids), Swearing, Alcohol consumption

Wordcount: 2,280

A/N: More combined prompts! I hope that’s okay! (I do this because I don’t want to make too many stories with the same type of plot, and I don’t want to run out of things to post for you guys!) Hopefully my stories can fill the void between episodes.  I also have some song fics in the works and B&B coming out soon! (Y/D/N) = your dad’s name Ps. my friend just finished 13 Reasons Why and we started talking about heavy stuff so my hands started shaking when I was typing the last bit so that was my cue that the story needed to be posted and also that’s why its v emotional ok i love you all. 


Riverdale turned upside down Sophomore year, the murder of Jason Blossom, new girl Veronica, the closing of the Drive-In. A year later, Riverdale is starting to get back to normal. The murder is solved, Veronica isn’t new, and the Drive-In construction is almost complete. People begin to relax and enjoy the rest of high school, finding new relationships in the process, the most noticeable being (Y/N) and Jughead’s.

Two years later and suddenly it’s Senior Year.

Senior year of high school is always portrayed as one of the best years of a person’s life. People always say that it will be remembered forever, and that it’s something people will always want to go back to.

(Y/N) is trying to make it count for that reason, trying to have as much fun as she can. She has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect set of friends, and a full ride to her top pick college. All she needs are the memories.

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a party at Cheryl’s house. Betty and Veronica are going, and she’s pretty sure they’ve convinced Archie and Kevin to go.

“Come on, babe, please?” she asks, putting on a promise ring he gave her for their one year anniversary.

“Me? At a party? You can’t be serious.” Jughead responds, leaning against his elbows on the bed.

“I’ll be fun, just this once.” she says, walking over and straddling his waist on the bed. She leans down and presses her lips to his gently, holding the collar of his shirt in her hands. His hands go to hold her waist.

“No, (Y/N), you know how I feel about these things.” he whispers against her lips, pulling back ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything.” she pleads, trying anything to get some company at the party. She doesn’t want to be alone, as she for sure knows that Betty and Ronnie will probably be flirting, Archie and Val will be there together, and who knows how drunk Kevin will be to be an actual human to hang out with. She just wants him to be there, for once. She wants him to be there with her.

“I don’t want to be around that atmosphere.” he says, lifting her up and setting her down to the bed before standing up and going over to his backpack that is by the door.

“I’ll be there.” she says, looking at him from the bed.

“And I’ve told you about ten times that we should just stay in and watch a movie.” he shrugs his shoulders, pulling out his laptop and sitting in the bay window. He opens it the screen lights up his face. He is beautiful, she thinks.

“That’s no fun.” she says before she can stop herself. She loves spending time with him, just the two of them, but she yearned to show her boyfriend off, and how amazing he is.

“It used to be.” he shoots back. They used to spend every friday watching a movie, and he doesn’t know where those times went. All he wants is to have her all to himself, and partying isn’t really his thing in the first place. He spends most of his time around the stench of alcohol thanks to his dad, he doesn’t need to do that with (Y/N).

She stands up with a huff and goes to her closet, pulling out a few different pairs of shoes to see which one will go the best with her outfit. “Well sorry if I actually want to be social for a change.” she says under her breath, hoping he can’t hear.

He does, and she can tell because he closes his laptop, creating a sudden loud noise that makes her jump, “And I’m glad you are, but does it have to be at her house?” he questions, “The one who’s made fun of you for what? All of grade school?”

She rolls her eyes at the words. Sure, Cheryl had bullied her most of middle school, and sure Jughead and Archie were the ones who were always there, but that doesn’t mean that people can’t change. Cheryl has been doing good things for the school since her brother died, and (Y/N) believes that this party invite is the final step in getting over their long feud.

“She’s changed.” is all she says, in a monotone voice.

It’s his turn to whisper something under his breath, “Doubt it.”

“Since when am I not allowed to parties?” she turns on him, staring him down.
“I never said you couldn’t go.” he gets defensive.

“Well it sure sounds like you don’t want me to.” she raises her eyebrows and puts her hands on her hips.

“I don’t want you to, but I’m not going to control your every move.” that’s something he promised himself he would never do. He never wants to be controlling, or tell anyone else what to do. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially (Y/N). He loves her too much to ever do that to her, the way her hair gently falls over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle, even in the dim light of her room. In the heat of this moment, she was still gorgeous to him.

“Yeah sure.” she scoffs, now folding her arms over her chest. She knows she’s blowing this out of proportion, but this is the third time he hasn’t want to go out with her to try to have fun.

“I don’t, (Y/N).” He snaps back. This is the first time he’s even remotely raised his voice. Normally, when they have a disagreement they talk it out like normal adults, but tonight there’s an energy in the air that’s making him tired, he doesn’t want to argue any more, “Just leave and go hang out with that godforsaken redhead and her gang if you want to so badly.”

“Fine. I will.” she grabs her purse and storms out of her room, leaving Jughead to sit in the bay window until she returns. He opens his laptop, ready to right the next chapter in his book.

‘There’s a first for everything.’ he titles the chapter, looking at the door. He hears a slam from downstairs and knows that she’s left the house.

She gets into her car and blasts the radio.

It hits her that that was their first fight, the first time that they’ve been short with each other. Maybe it’s the impending graduation, as they’ve never really discussed the future. She’s more of a live in the now type of person anyway, so she hasn’t put much thought into it. She knows where she’s going, her school is all picked out, but Jughead? She isn’t sure.

She has to resist to go back into her house and apologize. Of course Jug would want to spend a lot of time with her, he doesn’t want to lose her. Maybe he thinks he already has.

She clears her mind of it though, and promises herself she will apologize tomorrow.

She pulls out of the driveway and heads to Cheryl’s.


Two shots in, her vision begins to blur, she starts to forget why she’s mad.

Four shots in, she’s dancing on the living room floor with Ronnie and Kevin, doesn’t even remember why her and Jughead had a fight.

Six shots and a solo cup of Jungle juice in and she can barely walk straight, memory sure to be gone in the morning.

It’s past 4am, and (Y/N)’s decided it’s time to turn in for the night. In her own bed.

“(Y/N) don’t goooooo.” Ronnie says, pulling her arm while she begins to get on her jacket and head for the door, “The night is young and so are we. Defy authority.”

“I’ve defied enough tonight.” she giggles and pulls her keys out from her pocket.

No one stops her.

Everyone is too drunk to care if she leaves.

She doesn’t call an Uber.

She thinks she’s sober enough.

She gets behind the wheel, starts the car and blasts the radio.

She pulls out, trying too hard to concentrate on the way home from Cheryl’s.

A wrong turn, she’s not paying attention.

Headlights coming in from the passenger side on an intersection.

A tail spin, a pole smashed.

Her head hit the steering wheel, then the window, breaking skin.

Her leg, crushed against the bottom of the dashboard.

A siren in the distance.

Darkness.


Jughead wakes up in her bed to a phone ringing.

Her parents are away on business, and he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep there.

He stretches his arms and walks to the house phone, answering it as if he’s supposed to be there.

“Hello?” he asks, trying to seem as old as possible.

“Is this (Y/D/N)?” the voice on the other end asks. It’s unfamiliar. Jughead tenses, he was expecting a call from (Y/N).

“Yes.” he lies.

“I’m sorry, sir, but your daughter was in a car crash-” the world fades in and out of focus. He stops hearing the voice for a minute, grabbing a hold of the nearest possible surface to steady himself.

He hangs up the phone right after the voice tells him what hospital they’re at. He isn’t sure what the voice said about her condition, his memory blurring as the words ‘car crash’ play over and over in his brain, becoming imprinted in his mind’s eye.

He barely remembers driving to the hospital, he’s in the door so quick.

“(Y/N).” he says, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Where is she?”

The front desk woman doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t stop him. She points him down the hall, “Room 208.” is all she says.

He dashes down the hall, only to see something that doesn’t look like his girlfriend.

Her leg is in a cast, suspended in the air. There’s bandages surrounding her forehead and upper arms, her face swollen in odd places from the impacts.

“How is she?” he asks, slowly walking into the quiet room. The only one in there is the nurse, tending to her wounds.

“Doctor suspects a Moderate Traumatic Brain Injury. She’s in a sort of coma like state. She may wake up in minutes or hours, we don’t know. If nothing goes wrong she should be fine. She’s a lucky one, she is.” the nurse says, before patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room.

“I’m the lucky one.” he says into the air, to no one.

He pulls up a chair and sits by her bed. He laces his fingers through her hand and rests his head on them. He doesn’t know if this is when he should pray, as he has never really done anything like this before. He decides to just write out in his mind what he’s going to say to her when she wakes up. There’s no ‘ifs’ in this scenario. She has to wake up, she has to know that he’s so sorry.

He beats himself up, he should’ve been there with her, he shouldn’t have practically pushed her out the door. He should’ve tried harder to make her stay.

There are so many things he could’ve done to prevent this, and he didn’t do any of them, and (Y/N) suffered the consequences. He will never forgive himself if something happens to her, if she doesn’t come back from this.

He let his stupid thoughts and feelings get in the way of spending time with the woman he loves. Sure, he was jealous of her college acceptance, but he feels now, in his soul, that if they can make it through this, they can make it through anything.

He just hopes, with all of his being, that they can make it through this.

Her breath stirs, she shifts underneath the sheet.

Jug-” a breathless name from her lips.

He tightens his grip on her hands, making his presence known.

“I’m here, my love, i’m here.” he says, a sense of urgency in his voice. He needs her to be okay.

“I’m sorry.” are the next words that escape her lips. Her eyes slowly flutter open, looking at her boyfriend who’s sitting there holding her hands. She can’t move, so all she can do is talk to him, make eye contact with him. She wants to do so much more. She wants to kiss him and hold him.

“No, no… shhhh. It’s not your fault.” what he’s written in his head goes out the window.

“I was drunk. I ran a light. I made you upset. I’m sorry.” a tear falls from her eyes, barely escaping to trail down her cheek.

“I’m sorry.” he says, not able to look in her eyes any longer.

“Why are you apologizing?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand back now, able to regain some feeling in the rest of her limbs. She’s still feeling dazed, the antibiotics and drugs only beginning to fade as her mind comes back to what happened.

“For not being there when you needed me.” he says his voice cracking, trying not to get emotional. He doesn’t know what he would do if he lost her, if something worse happened.

“You’re here now.” she offers, trying to smile as best she can. He looks up at her. Seeing her there, seeing her alive, brought a wave of joy over him that he didn’t realize would come. He smiles at her, gently standing up.

He cups her face softly, placing a small kiss on her lips. They’re still her lips, still her face. It’s all still her.

“I am. And I’m never leaving.”


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You’re Safe Here (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by im-in-trbl

“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”

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“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”

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Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.

“1,2….3”

a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”

He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”

Done Chapter 3: Hush in the Room

Alright chapter 3 and once again more shout outs. Thanks to its-moonie-chan for all of their help in the last chapter and for being so amazing and supportive of my writing. Now onto the fic.

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Chapter 1/Prologue / Chapter 2


In the castle, most people wake up for breakfast around 7 in the morning. However, unless they all wanted to eat the food goo again, which had quickly become their least favourite non-toxic food in the universe, it meant you could find Hunk in the kitchens cooking up something new for them to eat a little earlier.

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NCT Dream Reaction to Their S/O Being Under 5ft/152cm

Requested? Yup!

Summary: You’re! So! Smol! How adorable! (Also I’m going to assume you meant their s/o being short.)

Again I’m so sorry for the long wait Anon!!! I feel awful seriously. Anyway I am smol myself (I’m 5′0″), so this was really fun to make (I squealed a couple times ngl) -Admin Nine

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Captive

Chapter Ten“Beauty and the Beast”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9a ~ 9b 

Word Count: 2774
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, angst. 

A/N: I’m gonna try this out without the tags because I feel like they look a lil’ sloppy, but I’ll be doing them on select fics! 

Originally posted by maiden-marvel

The day went by slowly after that, Bucky had locked himself away in his room, and you wanted nothing more than to go to him and apologize. You didn’t mean for him to take what you said literally. The Tower was your home, the people in it were your friends, and they loved you whether you believed it or not. And you loved them more than you could express with words or actions.

They saved you, from yourself, from Hydra, from your mother…

How could you have been so inconsiderate? So childish?

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Misfits Prologue

Summary: An introduction into your college life, including your room mates and your crush which you really shouldn’t have

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none, really

Notes: This is a demo fic, I’m not quite sure if I’ll continue it or not. This is a rushed prologue, but I hope you like it! This series won’t have much angst, sorry!

Originally posted by kamgm419

Now:

Sometimes life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to. Sometimes it worked exactly how you wanted it to. This was one of those times, and you aren’t exactly sure how you lucked out. Or how you are still lucky.

Then:

Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, a graphic design student in your junior, fourth, year of University. You spend your time doing both online and actual painted commissions, finishing assignments and binge watching Netflix. You’re not the most social person, an obvious introvert. You are quite the contrast to your room mates though.

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Where’s My Love - Stiles Stilinski

listen to the song here ( I REALLY RECOMMEND THIS ONE GUYZ )

Cold bones

Yeah that’s my love

She hides away like a ghost

“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” You sing songed, running all over the Stilinski’s back yard.

Your families were neighbors, and both you and Stiles were six, so you played together every day.  It was a fast and easy friendship to make.

“No fair! You’re faster than me!” The boy with messy hair panted.  You giggled, spinning around, your pigtails flying.  

“Come on Mitchy!”

“I said I wanna be Stiles!” You shook your head, running over to him and jumping onto his back.  He caught you with ease, and began running around again.  It was amazing how much energy kids could have.

“Well everyone else can call you Stiles, because I’m the only one who gets to know your real name” You said cheekily.

“Okay! It’ll be a special thing.  I’ll call you… uh… y/n/n!” You giggled at the silliness and nodded.

“Okay deal!” You agreed.

Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way

“It’s an emergency Stiles!” You whined through your bedroom door.  He stood in the hall on the other side.

“Is it? Because last time you told me something was an emergency, you were distracting me and you took my best pokemon card and my Mets hat!” he said back.  

“Please” You begged.

“Ugh” You heard him stomp his foot on the floor.  “Fine.  But only because somehow your puppy eyes work through the door” He said, and opened it.  “I don’t know how you-” Stiles stopped when he saw you, jaw dropping open at the sight.

Tonight was your first school dance, you were seventh graders.  It was low key, but still a milestone.  And… you’d never dressed up before.  Not even a skirt.  SO when Stiles saw you in a cream colored dress with a simple brown belt, his eyes had noticeably widened.

“Oh my god is it that bad?” Tears welled in your eyes and Stiles quickly shook his head, crossing his room to you.

“No no, it’s great, it’s um, it’s pretty” He’d never said anything that made him feel so awkward.  But he was telling the truth.  In fact he wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, but he didn’t want to cross a line.  You looked down at your outfit unsurely, a few tears slipping from your eyes.  “No don’t cry y/n, don’t cry” He walked behind you, and zipped up the last two  inches, because you couldn’t reach it and gave up.  “I mean it you look really pretty, like, princess pretty”

“Thanks Mitchy” You mumbled, finally glancing up and taking in his button down and nice pants.  He even had a tie.  You smiled and grabbed onto his hand.  “Come on, be my prince charming for the night”

God his heart was like thunder in his chest.

Cold sheets, but where’s my love?

I am searching high, I’m searching low

In the night ooh

He was lying in bed, trying not to cry, if he was being honest.  But every time he looked over, there was that picture frame of him and y/n at the carnival.  A selfie he’d taken when they got to the top of the ferris wheel.  She had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck.  Her cheek was resting on his shoulder, his Mets cap on her head and his scarf tied around her neck.  She was smiling big at the camera.  He knew that she had the same frame next to her bed as well, but he also knew she wasn’t looking at it right now.

No, at this moment she was out on a date with Jackson Whittemore.  Yeah.  Jackass Whittemore of all people.  Stiles had been trying to come to terms of it, they were halfway through sophomore year and he’d asked her out the third week of school.  Stiles was there, and he just sat and watched her giddy answer of a yes.

He groaned, rolling over in bed, and slamming his pillow on top of the back of his head.  He begged for suffocation.

Five minutes later there was knocking on his door.

“Go away Dad, I’m not in the mood” More knocks.  Stiles groaned and got up, crossing the room and whipping it open.  “Dad I said-” He froze upon seeing you.  Quickly he wiped his face to hide that he’d been crying earlier.  Not very manly to cry.

“Your Dad let me in” You whispered.  He stepped aside, and you slowly walked into his room.

“I thought that uh.. I thought tonight you-”

“Jackson was fucking with Makayla” You said bluntly, but quietly as you pretended to admire the little things on his desk.  Though you’d been there millions of times before.  Stiles sat on the end of his bed, your back to him.

“He did?” He all but growled out.

“Don’t go picking a fight” You scolded immediately.  “But yep” You popped the p.  “Screwing her since we’ve been dating, probably still is” You shrugged, and walked around to the other side of the room.  Your eyes landed on his bedside table.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, picking up the familiar picture frame.  You smiled at it, letting your fingers run over the glass gently.  You missed those days.  Stiles flopped back on the bed, and you walked back towards the door, turning off the lights and shutting the door..  “Are you going home?” Stiles asked.  You shrugged your jacket off, shaking your head again.  You kicked off your shoes, and made a pile of them and your coat by the door.  He watched as you crawled into his bed.

“I wanna stay here” You said, and your voice cracked.  Stiles reached out for you instantly, pulling you against him and cradling you.

“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered as you cried silently into his shirt.

“I thought I loved him” You admitted, and a pang of hurt tapped into his heart.  “I guess I really am that typical teenage girl” You whispered.

“No… no y/n you’re so much more than that” He told you.  “You’re beautiful, and smart, and you’re going to achieve so much in your life, and Jackson will whither away with his herpes and probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere- not that Scott and I will have anything to do with that” You laughed quietly into his shirt, and it made Stiles smile.

“Well… maybe Scott can use some werewolf powers and give him a little scare…” You said, and Stiles laughed.  A few minutes of silence passed.  Stiles hand both arms wound around you, and you had your hands pressed against his chest, head resting on top of them.

“y/n I care so much about you… more than you know” He told you.  You didn’t respond.  “y/n?” No response.  The softest of snores left your lips, and Stiles bit the inside of his cheek.

Maybe the universe was telling him that you weren’t meant to know the truth.

I’ve got a fear

Oh in my blood

She was carried up

Into the clouds

High above ooh

You were giggling when your arms shot out for the small trash bucket, and you began hacking into it.

“Shh… Shh” He cooed, rubbing your back, and readjusting the blanket he had previously wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry I’m not much fun for movie night tonight” You sniffled.

So far your junior year was going alright.  It had just started, and there was no supernatural dilemma, and you and Stiles were back to being strong again.  Maybe… maybe too strong? Lately every time the boy looked at you or touched you, your heart would flutter and you knew what that meant.  But it confused you.  Stiles was your best friend, you couldn’t fall for him.  

Could you?

“It’s okay, we don’t have to watch anything y/n you’ve been sick all week maybe you should lay down”

“No I don’t want to get in your bed then you’ll get sick”

“Trust me you’ve already gotten me sick I’m sure” He replied, turning on the space heater and dragging it over to where you sat on the floor. He’d moved all the furniture in the living room out of the way so you could just be under a mountain of blankets and watched movies.  It had gone great for the first fifteen minutes, but then you puked into the popcorn bowl.

“I’m sorry Stiles, I’m ruining your night” You frowned, and warmed your freezing hands up by the heater.  He shook his head, smiling softly and taking your hands between his, rubbing them together to generate more heat.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’re here” You buried yourself more in the blanket so he couldn’t see your blush.  “And you’re not dying.  That’s what would ruin movie night.  But it’s just the flu” Stiles chuckled. “You want something to drink maybe? Orange juice? Hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate sounds nice” You said with a big sweet smile that asked him silently to go make it for you.  He nodded, and stood up, ruffling your hair before heading into the kitchen.  The second h was gone, you whipped out your phone.

To Lydia: SOS CODE RED

To y/n: shit i knew you were in love with him.  Alli owes me twenty and Kye owes me ten

If you bleed I’ll bleed the same

If you’re scared, I’m on my way

A shit storm of pain had come to you in a hurricane of long tan legs, and eight years experience of being a coyote.

It had been two months since you lost Allison, a girl you’d grown to become quite close with, almost as close as Lydia.  Lydia being your closest girl friend.  So when she died, you mourned just as much as the rest of them.  Stiles had seen you cry, but never that much.  He’d comforted you every second of the day for a solid three weeks.  You often spent the night wrapped up in his arms and blankets, sobbing as he cooed soft things to you and stroked your hair.

And it was time.  You knew it was time.  It was time for you to take control of your feelings, and tell him how you really felt.  That every second you’re around him, you want it to last forever.  That every time he spoke, you wanted to reach across the table and kiss him.  That when you rode next to him in the Jeep, you wanted to take his hand and intertwine your fingers together.  That every time he touched you, sparks ignited and danced along your skin.  That every time he looked at you, you just wanted to scream I love you.

You’d never power walked so quickly through the school hall.  As soon as Scott told you that he’d seen Stiles go into the chem lab, you’d spun around and made your way to the classroom.  It was the end of the day, every other student in the building was walking out towards the parking lot, eager to get home.  But not you.

You were a girl on a mission.  You neared the door, and quickly pulled out your phone to check your makeup.  Flawless, you heard Lydia say in your head.  Hell, you were even so confident that you winked at your reflection.  This.  Was.  It.

You smiled big and opened the door.

If you could go back in time, and change one thing, this would be it.  Because walking in on Stiles and Malia making out in the empty classroom, crushed everything you had left in you.  It took your happiness, your confidence, your dignity.  You felt utterly stupid.

Just as Stiles had caught your eye, you turned away and legitimately ran through the halls, suddenly you felt like you couldn’t get away fast enough.

Mission aborted.

Did you run away, did you run away

I don’t need to know

But if you ran away

If you ran away come back home

“Hey y/n, it’s Stiles again.  I’m not really sure if you’re ignoring me or not, I’ve called you twelve times now, but if you are please call me back I want to fix it… uh… I’ll see you later and I hope you’re alright” You closed your eyes tight, not wanting to hear these voicemails anymore.

You shut off your phone, tossing it onto your bed.

Two days ago, you walked in on Malia kissing the fuck out of Stiles.  She had her hands in his hair, hell, you could see her tongue.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed away your tears with the palms of your hands.  You hadn’t been back to school since it happened.  How could you? Show your face after complete shame? Not to mention how devastated you felt.  Even a little betrayed.  Lydia had pushed you to confess to Stiles, she’d told you that she saw the way he looked at you, that friends didn’t look at each other like that.

I guess I was too late, you thought to yourself.  You were always too late.


You woke up to your doorbell ringing, followed by pounding on your front door.  You groaned, knowing you were the only person in the house to answer.  The rain was dumping outside, and it was actually helping you get to sleep.  Which was now ruined thanks to whoever your visitor was.  You pulled on a jacket over your tee shirt and jeans, and padded down the stairs.  You checked the clock on the way.

“Who’s coming here at eleven o’clock on a Thursday night?” You mumbled to yourself.  Then opened the door.

“Tell me why you’re ignoring” You almost gasped aloud when Stiles spoke the second the door opened.

“I don’t know wha-”

“Don’t bullshit me y/n tell me right now why you’re ignoring me” His hair was so soaked it hung over his face.  His clothes stuck to him, and you could see his pained expression.  He’d been crying.

“Stiles I-I can’t”

“You have a mouth and you’re clearly able to speak, so you very well can, tell me”

“No Stiles, I can’t”

“Why the hell not? What happened y/n? Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you!?” You screamed, and shoved him on his shoulders, taking him by surprise, as he stumbled backwards.  You stepped outside towards him.  “You think I’m ignoring you because I hate you!?” You punched the sides of your fists against his chest.  “You fucking idiot I’m ignoring you because I fucking love you and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it!” You continued to attack him.  “Lydia told me oh no y/n, the way he looks at you and blah blah all that shit! And so after weeks I muster the courage to go tell you and what do I find Stiels!? You! Making out with- with Malia!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, getting soaked under the downpour.  He snatchde your wrists so you’d stop hitting him.

“Oh so you think it’s that fucking easy!?” Stiles yelled back, and you silenced yourself.  “I didn’t even have the slightest amount of bravery to just waltz up to you and tell you I was fucking in love with you! You know what happened that day y/n? In the lab!?” you didn’t say anything, just stood staring at him, silent tears rushing down your pink cheeks.  “Malia kissed me, and I pushed her off because I was in love with you”

“Key word was” You muttered under your breath.  Stiles grabbed your chin roughly between his forefinger and chin.  Forcing you too look up at him.  His eyes were so intense, you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.

“Am” He emphasized.  “I am in love with you, and you don’t get to say shit because I have been since we were six” Your chest rose and fell quickly, desperate to catch a full breath.  It was silent for a good four seconds.  Four seconds of starting at each other with such passion that it was too much.

How do you fix unresolved passion?

You both jumped forward, your lips colliding in a kiss that made you see stars behind your eyes.  Stiles’ hands were cupped around your cheeks, and yours ran up into his wet hair.  Everything was wet and you wanted to cry tears of joy, tears of relief.

“I love you” He breathed.

“I love you too” You responded, and wrapped your arms around his neck.  You hugged each other tight, standing outside in the rain, but not caring to move.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain” Stiles mumbled.  “Kinda romantic”

“I was thinking sexy” You mused.  He hummed.

“Well then let’s go inside”

And when you nodded, it was the first time Stiles was ever faster than you.

Just come home

Game Night

A/N: I’m honestly in love with the thought of Sans finding out your tickle kink, so I decided to write a fic on it. This is SFW, just a fun playful idea. I’m going to lean towards this being more romatic so, 

I got the inspiration for this fic from this so i decided to mix it up and change the scenario into a different one, but that fic is super cute and you should go read it!!

Warnings(?): Language, tickling, kind of long actually.

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You were making your way to Sans and Papyrus’ house after work. You had planned a fun game night with the skeleton brothers along with Alphys and Undyne. It was a new Friday night ritual you had created with your closest friends and so far, had been the highlight of your day off.

With Monopoly in your hand, you rapped your knuckles on the door twice.

Sans greeted you with his usual grin, but tonight there was something sort of...feral about it. You knew Sans always had a smile on his face and sometimes it was wider than usual (normally from him thinking about a new joke to lay on you) but it sent a slight chill down your spine nonetheless.

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Anti VS Dark

Mark and Jack wanted to meet up, or maybe it was something subconsciously telling them so.

‘It would be a great idea to meet up with my friend again.’

‘I think it would be best to meet with him privately.’

     But why? They met at PAX, why was Jack so willing to fly out to LA just meet Mark for a bit even when he had to move soon? Why was Mark okay with this? He had videos to make, plans to hang out with his friends. Why so sudden? Unless something, or someone was telling them to.                                     A while back, Mark had mentioned to Jack that maybe one day, if he was in LA and wasn’t busy he would love to film a skit or two with him. Something inside them became too excited, too fidgety, and didn’t want to wait until later. Within a few days, Jack booked a last-minute flight to LA.                                      Inside they stood in a shed where Mark filmed A Date with Markiplier. Today was just practice, they were told get a feel for the script and where to stand etc. Tomorrow they will start filming. Once inside though something clicked inside them. Jack’s extroverted energy started to become too much even for him, he was nervous and giddy. Marks movements began to slow, though not noticeably. He felt calm, but Jacks little comments here and there or the way he hopped around was getting on Mark’s nerves.

“Hey. Come on, would you stop bouncing around so much. I could hardly see you when you move so fast.” Mark chuckled. Jack stopped bouncing side to side from his nerves

“Sorry dude, just a little excited. Probably from the time change or something.” He laughed then. Maybe a little too hard.

“It’s fine, just chill a little, Okay?” Mark responded.

   Then, both the boys looked at each other, silently. Waiting. Both on either side of the shed feeling an unnatural hatred towards the other.

   Jack’s vision starts to blur, feeling electricity in his stomach. Where Mark was standing, he could see a dark, shadowy figure. Blue and red lines edged into cracks and folds of his line of sight. No, please. Not here. Not again.

  Mark however takes a little longer to change. He feels himself uncontrollably narrow his eyes towards Jack, anger rolls off him like hot waves. For a second he feels strange, he doesn’t want to hurt his friend. But somewhere deep down it feels good to hate. To kill.                                                     

No. He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the feeling. What was wrong with him. He watches Jack, unable to move. He sees that Jack’s eyes aren’t really focused on anything but the area around him and then they begin to darken.

“Sean? Buddy?” Mark’s voice breaks a little. Something wasn’t right. They shouldn’t have come here, Jack shouldn’t have flown here, something was off about him. Mark began to back up, keeping a close eye on his unmoving friend.                                                                                                                    "What’s wrong Mark?“ Jacks voice seemed to break too, but it unnatural. It sounded different, harsh. He almost didn’t hear it. “Are you-?”

   What? Gone. Jack was gone. Did Mark blink? He couldn’t have, Jack was right there. He was right there in front of him. Frightened, Mark turned away towards the door and started-

   “ Şca͟͝r̷̀ę̵d̵̷?́͞!?̷̡”

   Mark almost didn’t recognize him. He was face to face with a man, a skeleton of a figure. Black eyes stared up at him. He was there, Sean, in front of him, but wasn’t… It was like he was matter. His form was fuzzy, pixelated from the stomach down.                                                                                                      

  “ W HAT THE FUCK?” Mark screamed and backed away. Jacks head cocked uncontrolled to the side, and smiled a chilled grin. “You can stop pretending now Dark, come on, just let him go.”

“S-Sean. Jack. Hey, What the fuck are you doing?”

Anti relaxed his body to disappear again. This was the easy part. What wasn’t the easy part was hearing those stupid blood chilling scream from inside him. Jack lost control, Anti knows that but the sound was consistent, never ending. The imagine of Jack’s suffering made him smile wide, giving him more strength to do what must be done. Regaining his materialized body behind Mark, he pushes him. He easily falls. If he keeps this up, this won’t even be a fight. His head starts to twist controllably from excitement.

Mark feels someone shove him hard, and then he sees black.

Dark wakes up on the ground, in the shed. Finally. He thinks. He gets up slowly and brushes the dirt and rocks from his T-shirt. It’s been a while since was alive. Awake, I should say. He is always alive, always watch from Marks perspective. Mark tries really hard to keep him away. Have to hand it to him.

Dark takes his time to look around. Mmmm. Where was that scrawnyvirus anyway?

“Y̡͟o̶͠u̸͏ ̡̨͘kn̷̡o̶w̷͠ ͞Da̕͠r͘ḱ͠.” Dark looked around. Empty. Static and whispers fill the air. There was a wisp of dark green, a fading crackled laughter, in and out, Feeling the electricity around him. His blood boiled knowing his own best friends Dark 'persona’ was tormenting him. This was going to be fun, if he ever got a hold on him.

“T̕͠híş̵͢ ̸ìs̨͜ ͡t̨ó̡o ̴̛͝ḿ̡͞uc̷̛h̡͜͠ ̸͏̢fun̶.͞ ̴̧I͞͞’m̧͘ ͢sų̕͡r̡̡͟p̴̕r̶͢is̸e̶͘ ͞Į ̛͝di͠͏dn’̡̛́t th̴i͜͞n̶͢ķ̧ ͏ą̸b̨͝ó̵u̧t̴ ̧̨it̸̛ s̷̨oo͠n̡e̛ŕ̵̕.̀͘͠” Dark feels warm breath on his ear, and punches towards the sound. Nothing but cold air. Laughter seemed to bellow around the place.

Dark wraps his hands around his back, curling a fist and laying it in his other hand. He watches Anti disappear and rematerialize around him. Dark rolls his eyes and swiftly walks around the room. No sound, just the soft pats of his shoes. This is what he could do best. Making the least amount of sound as possible. His victims wouldn’t see him coming. He learned from trial and error that louder noises usually made people jump, even if he had gotten to know them for a long time. (Even Mark, who was of the 'kings’ of horror game)                                                                                                                                                          

Dark suddenly felt warm electricity behind him, and like a snake he whipped around again and slammed his hand on Anti throat pinning him to a metal wall behind him. The sound rocked the entire shed. Anti’s eyes were wide with excitement, and grined from ear to ear. ” F́i͘͢͝n̷̨͠a̢l̨͠ly̕͞,“. He laughed. "Ma̛n͝,̀ ̀͝a͟͟n͏̨d̸͜ ̶h͏͘e͠͡r̸̴ę ̀͏͞I ̸t̷̡h́͝o͢u̧ǵ̴͝ht͠ y̨o͞u̢ ̷wér͟ę̛͡ ̸̴̛j͢͡uśt̴͟ ̷͟g̴̴o̴n̡na̢̛͘ ̴̷s̵t͟a͢r͟e̶ a͡t̨ me̡͟ ͜to͘͟ ̢d̡e͏àt̵h̴̸́.”

   Dark’s hand squeezed around Anti throat, not that he had any problems doing this, Marks hands were big enough to easily cover the width of Jack’s throat. Destroy him. Now! The voice was calm, whispering around his head. Warm liquid began to spill from of the top Dark’s hand. And Mark felt a ping of guilt. This was his friend. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t kill his friend.

Behind them, a huge shed door opens and light floods the room. Dark and Anti turn to see a figure interrupting their fun.

“Mark, what the fuck?!?” A voice called. Dark looked back and Anti. No. It wasn’t Anti. The blood, his tear-filled eyes, the pixelated body. He was normal again. Mark’s hand was still crushing Jack’s throat, a shock wave of fear sent his body away from Jack.

“Oh my god.” Mark looked back and Jack, who was silent. A red welt was forming on his throat, then towards the group of people standing in the shed’s door way.

*I kind-of didn’t know where to go with this, sorry if this was anticlimactic. I’m very impatient when I do anything creative. * Inspire by this

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine that being the silly boys they are, they just didn’t tell Rosie to call Sherlock ‘papa’? And time pases, and just they don’t. They evelope, they stay together, they start a really healthy -finally- relationship and Rosie gets bigger under their care but they just don’t tell Rosie that Sherlock is her dad too (1/16)

(because he does everything John does, even a bit more like doing her piggy tails perfectly -with those blue hair bands with tiny ballons pressed on them and yellow bee hair clips “she doesn’t need to combine them, she’s perfect even when she got your fashion sense”- and knowing which stories are her favorites one when she is two “come on, John, she stays 2 point 42 seconds longer up with you read to her that silly story about pigglets and the animal that blows their houses and not that one about the girl and the shoe! That’s quite smart actually, well done my dearest Watson”-). 

John is just scared that if he ask Sherlock to take this task, he’ll flee away and John just can’t live without him (no when he knows that Sherlock’s toes are twice as long than his or the warmth he feels in his chest when he catchs him wearing his sweaters when he’s sick “just because they’re warm”. John never tells him that he saw all of Sherlock’s sweaters in the back of the bottom drawer since John pointed this out). So no, he doesn’t. 

Sherlock doesn’t ask because he’s scared too. He’s lived alone and barely survived. He can’t live without John and Rosie (no when he knows that John uses this chamomile cream for his callused hands when he thinks that Sherlock can’t see him and make fun of him -he never sees, he smells but choose to never point this out. Sherlock guesses that must be some old child trauma, maybe his father, telling him not to be a “girl”- or how much honey Rosie needs in her tea when her throat is a bit hoarse). So no, he doesn’t ask. 

The three of them live in 221B, happily, I gotta say. Until Rosie is four and they can’t shut her off her pairs, so they inscribe her in this daycare near their house after Sherlock checked every single one of the kid’s parents. It’s easier than they think to tell her and it’s a bit more difficult for them, quieter definitely. But it is needed. They believe so. They both say “bye” to her (her favorite pink with yellow flowers dress, warm black leggings, shiny white shoes, cream sweater, and her favorite hairstyle), alongside with another parents crying. Sherlock doesn’t have time to deduce them until they see their -yes, their- baby -not so much little now- girl dissapear in a sea of kids, her yellow polka dot jacket and bees’ backpack into her new classroom.

Rosie never saw so many kids together in her life! I mean, her dad and Sherlock took her to the park almost everyday but they just never left her to her own devices. It was scary but a good scary -specially because Sherlock told her that they would come after her and fear not and there was also this girl, Amanda, a tan and all smiles girl, kept talking to her about her cats and her moms-. She knew that there were all kinds of families but never talked about it with a kid like her. Almost everyone had a dad and a mom, but Amanda had two moms and seemed a little confused about her dad and Sherlock. When she explained her day to day schedule (“do they hold each other’s hands?” “duh, of course they do!” “and they kiss each other?” “of course! Specially when Sherlock eats” “then you have two dads! That must be cool but I’ve to moms so I can tell you that having two moms is awesome–!”) there was no “Sherlock”, she must have looked so silly! Maybe so silly that it must be the reason why Sherlock looked at her funny sometimes -like that time he catched her trying to see how his violin worked or when she played doctor with her dad’s robe-, probably he wanted her to dedutce? Which one was the word?

Rosie was a Smart girl and in no time decided Sherlock’s new name, so when the class was over, with a little bit of help, she got all of her colors back in her tiny Hello Kitty case (she hoped her drawing was cool enough to get a place in the refrigerator) and her clothes while Mrs. Kleint explained them what they were going to do tomorrow. With the new drawing in her hand, she screamt as high and she could “PAPAAAAAAAAAAA” when she saw them standing in the middle -Sherlock height always helped- in her happy way, running with her chubby legs. John felt relieved, she missed him as much as he missed her but even when he opened his arms, he saw how she hugged Sherlock’s legs tight. 

Later that night, after long conversations and dinner, Rosie’s new drawing was the only thing in their refrigerator: Sherlock, John, Rosie and the ducks they fed on Saturdays with the tiny shaky scribble on top (help from Mrs. Kleint): -papa, dad, Rosie-. (16/16) Fin.

WOW!  That was so long and beautiful!  I signed online and was like “omg I have like seventeen asks, what did I do?  But it turned out it was only this lovely thing!  Thank you so much!!!  It’s precious!  <3

Affinity

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1,656

a/n: This is the second part. Enjoy!! Feedback is highly encouraged!! I know I said the next parts would be at least 2k-3k but I’m posting as I finish writing each part and this is all I was able to get for this part am sorreh..

DrabblePart 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (Final)

Summary:

affinity- a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something

Originally posted by gifsmonstax



For the following two weeks, the two of you seemed to be working in and out of busy schedules, and the one day that seemed like you were finally going to spend together, a last minute surprise arose.

The knocks on the door made Changkyun groan and furrow his eyebrows together as he took up the space in the living room. He waited a few seconds for you to appear and answer it in his place but when the knocks continued and you didn’t show up, he stood up.

He reached for the door handle and opened the door, leaving a gap for him to see who it was. His eyebrows further knitted at the sight of a guy, probably a year or two older than him, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The guy seemed just as taken aback as Changkyun and him exchanged stares. It took a second too long before either one finally spoke, the guy looked at the apartment number and back at Changkyun, chuckling slightly in embarrassment.

“By any chance, does Y/N live here?” he asked, and Changkyun’s eyes widened, “U-Uh, Y/N? Yea she does, um, who’s asking?” Changkyun asked, standing a little straighter. The guy knitted his eyebrows for a second before relaxing his features, except his posture seemed to become tense.

Before he was able to reply to Changkyun, you had already made your way to the door and were pushing Changkyun to the side. “Hi w-what- I didn’t know you’d come, what are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “I-I was trying to surprise you but, I got pretty surprised myself” he replied, nodding his head to the inside of the apartment and you realized he was talking about Changkyun.

“Oh yea, him, he’s my roommate” you said indifferently and his smile faltered, “Ah, I see, I wasn’t able to introduce myself properly because I was kinda confused” he added with a chuckle and your eyes widened. “Oh well come inside” you said, stepping away from the door for him to walk inside. Changkyun lay on the couch where he had been before, and you cleared your throat to get his attention. If you didn’t know better, you’d believe he was entirely oblivious to your presence and that of your date.

“Changkyun can you come?” you asked from the dining table as you took the bouquet from your date and fixed in on a vase.

You saw Changkyun move lazily towards the two of you with a forced smirk. “This is Changkyun, my roommate, Changkyun, this is my date” you said, finding yourself picking at your fingernails with your fingers as the two exchanged looks. You didn’t exactly hate introducing others to Changkyun, but you weren’t a fan of the idea either. It was like oil and water, your life in your apartment with Changkyun, and your life outside of your home just didn’t sit well. Especially, when it came to dating. You knew nothing of Changkyun’s love life, and for the first unfortunate time, he’d find out about yours.

In contrast to the relaxed confidence your date was radiating as he held his hand out for Changkyun to shake, Changkyun looked careless, but he awkwardly took your dates hand with a smile you knew was of pretense and something else you couldn’t figure out. “Nice to meet you man, I hope I didn’t get your hopes up in thinking the flowers were for you” your date joked and Changkyun grinned, making your shoulders relax a little.

“My heart fluttered a bit but no hard feelings” Changkyun said, earning a snicker from you. “Well, nice to meet you too, I’ll leave you be” Changkyun said, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweats as he nodded and turned away towards his bedroom. You finally let go of your distressed fingernails and turned to your date, who smiled, “So, you have a guy roommate, must be fun” he said, a hint of jealousy tinting his words.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “He’s a good friend, and we have a strict just roommates relationship” you commented and he nodded.

“Let’s head out and get some food” he then said and you smiled with a nod.


You made your way into the apartment and dropped yourself on the couch, not taking notice of Changkyun who was now walking back from the kitchen. “How’d it go?” he asked, shoving your legs so he could sit. You picked them up as he sat and placed them over his lap. “It was okay” you commented softly, letting out an exhale, “I’m sorry for this morning, I had no idea” you added, and Changkyun shrugged. “It’s whatever” he said calmly, tapping your shins like if they were a drum set.

You smirked and closed your eyes, thinking about the conversation you had with your date half an hour ago.

“This is going to sound stupid jealous and petty but… I’m not really comfortable with your roommate being a guy” he said, his eyebrows knitted slightly as he rubbed his thumb over your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Yea that does sound jealous and petty” you said with a scoff. “I know I just… maybe if I get to know him I’ll change my mind” he had said with a slight shrug and a shake of his head as he looked away from you.

You shook your head, “No, look, most of the time we’re not even home at the same time and the whole, becoming friends with your roommate’s dates, is against our roommate policy” you commented, pulling your hands away from his own. You could have brought up the fact that he wasn’t even your boyfriend to set boundaries for you, which frankly boundaries still bothered you even if he was your boyfriend. You refrained from saying more however.

It had ended somewhere after changing topic, the air between the two of you slightly heavier and no longer bringing Changkyun up. “I thought you didn’t like flowers?” Changkyun said and you opened your eyes to look at him as he squeezed your calves. “I don’t, well, not those at least” you replied and the two of you giggled. “How long have you been dating him?” Changkyun asked, averting his gaze from you and massaging your legs.

You remained silent for a minute or two, his interest in your relationship causing you to debate whether you wanted to tell him or not. “Like a month” you said nearly under your breath. You felt his hands stiffen on your legs for half a second before he continued his ministrations. “Why?” you then added and he turned to you with a small smirk. He scratched his neck and sighed, “I had no clue you were seeing someone” he said, his smile widening but for some reason, it didn’t seem convincing.

You stared at him with a simper, “You weren’t supposed to have a clue” you replied through a chuckle. Changkyun turned away from you and grinned, “A month… I guess it would happen eventually” he said and you shrugged.


Another few days without seeing much trace of each other went by. You were working on and off with your date since he brought up his displeasure with Changkyun as your roommate. He’d constantly want to go see you despite how much you protested against the idea. You began closing the store and racking all the clothes out of place. “I think he probably sees your roommate as competition, you know, since he isn’t your boyfriend yet” your friend said, scrunching her nose at the last words. You groaned and dropped your shoulders, “It’s annoying, and I’m sure if he starts going over, he’ll probably annoy Changkyun too” you said, roughly hanging a t-shirt. “What does roommate guy think of date guy?” your friend asked with a grin and you couldn’t help but snicker. “Nothing, Changkyun sounds like he doesn’t care about the guy” you said, eyebrows raised as you lifted your hands in question.

Your friend giggled and followed behind you, “Can I ask you something?” she asked and you hummed. “Did you ever like roommate guy? Like romantically?” she asked and you suddenly stopped walking. You stared at the clothes in your arms and took in a sharp breath, “I don’t know… I mean, I always tried not to since we’re roommates, I just thought being in a relationship would complicate things” you answered, picking out a pair of jeans and beginning to walk again. “Ah, makes sense” your friend said, “You seem to know him real well though… wait- do you talk about roommate guy a lot in front of date guy?” she asked and you pursed your lips in thought, “I don’t think so? I mean he had no idea I had a guy roommate prior to their encounter. As a matter of fact, ever since, all date guy talks about is roommate guy” you said in realization, turning to your friend with eyes wide.

The two of you stared at each other with surprise before bursting out into laughter. “Maybe date guy wants to switch you for roommate guy” your friend said, still laughing. You nodded and frowned, “Imagine that” you said. You shook your head and continued hanging and folding clothes for the next hour.

By the time you got home, your feet ached and you dropped your bag by the door along with your shoes. The apartment was dark and only lit by the big television screen. You squinted and found Changkyun already staring back at you with a soft smirk. You let out a sigh and waved, plopping down next to him. “My feet hurt” you said, slouching slightly as Changkyun smiled.

He patted his thighs, signaling for you to place your legs on them, which you gladly did. He rubbed your feet gently and you sighed, “Can we watch something?” you asked quietly, making Changkyun grin, “Sure”.

Hey

First of all love your blog. Your posts really brighten my day ☺️ If it’s not too much trouble Could you write protective lams?
I’d be down to do a trade for a Hamilton ship (same rules as you posted) or naw whatever works - @lilachason

Glad you enjoy my blog! I’m hoping to become a better writer so! <3! Also - fair warning - a few of my head cannons will be in this!

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Alex really enjoyed fall Saturday’s. The evenings to be more precise. The cool, crisp air, leaves turning all different hues of gold and fluttering around him, He enjoyed being able to steal some of John’s sweaters before he was awake, he loved beanies and apple cider. What he didn’t enjoy though, was when people trickled from the uni to go home. Those that were left were him and a few of his friends.

And some of the campus creeps. By creep he means those kid of guys that cat call anything that moves or breathes, but according to campus rules “Without illegal cause there is no reason to have them expelled.” Right, not because the dean was fucking their moms. 

This particular evening, clouds hung in the air, the smell of rain wafting across the college quickly, wind picking up a bit. Alex, hands in his pockets, snuggled his head further into the sweater of John’s, enjoying the scent. He and John were meeting Laf and Herc for dinner at a local cafe, John and Alex having later classes so they were meeting up soon.

Well, Alex was trying to.

People had passed, some saying hi or just waving and smiling, others ignoring him which he was okay with. He felt his blood run cold when he heard a wolf whistle, hair standing on end. Even if it wasn’t at him, he hated when people got cat called.

“Hey Hamilton! Fancy seeing you out here baby!” He huffed - of course Jacob Eaker and his stupid friends were out at this time.

Ignoring the idiot jocks - he had nothing against jocks, Herc was on the football team, and Alex tutored a few in Spanish, some were quite nice and sweet - these ones, however, weren’t. 

“Don’t ignore me baby girl!” His stomach rolled at the way the pet name left his lips, eyes automatically springing a few tears and he snuffed, pushing them back.

Head still down he stopped short, seeing Jacob’s shoes in front of him and he grunted. “Move, Eaker.”

A finger, curled at the bottom of his chin, forced him to look up, Alex’s mocha eyes meeting those cold, cruel ones. A smirk plastered on Eaker’s face, making Alex want to spit on him. “No need to be like that Rachel.” 

He cringed, face screwing up, stepping back, only to bump into one of the others. “Leave me alone Jacob.”

“You know,” He grabbed a lock of Alex’s hair, fallen from the beanie and twirled it around his finger, “You were so pretty when you first arrived. Long hair, eyes so wide and innocent, excited to even just be in the country I bet.” His goons laughed, “I wanted to strut over there, we’d have talked and you would have known what you wanted. Then you cut off your hair, flattened your chest more than it was, and started calling yourself Alexander Hamilton.” Jacob scoffed.

“I am Alexander Hamilton. And if you don’t mind I have to meet my boyfriend and our friends for dinner so once again, Eaker, move.” Jacob tutted, and he felt arms - CJ he thinks - wrap around his biceps, pulling them back.

His breath stuttered in his chest. “Let go of me.”

“But c’mon baby,” Jacob’s face was inching near his, and try as he might to turn his head, his face was gripped in Eaker’s hands, and he felt the nails digging in, drawing blood up to the surface. His voice dropped, “We could have so much fun tonight…let me show you what you’re missing by pretending to be someone you’re not…”

Alex bit his tongue, holding down a whimper as Jacob pecked right beside his lips, flinching, tears forming as he fought as much as he could. Being only 5′6 was not fun.

“Get the fuck off of him!”

Alex peeked his eyes open, Jacob turning as a few of his friends scattered, John standing at least five feet in front of them, Laf, Herc, Eliza and Maria behind him.

“Ah Johnathan! So good to see you - your girlfriend and I were just having a little chat, weren’t we?”

His face turned back, smirk on, and Alex took the opportunity, and spat all he could on his face. A wad landed right on his nose, dripping quickly down onto his lips. 

“You little shit!” A hard hit, decking him in the cheek and he went down, landing sideways, eyes blurring as he saw John leap forward, grabbing Eaker around the neck. Herc rushed forward - either to help or limit, not sure.

Eliza, Maria and Laf rushed to Alex, Eliza propping his head on her lap, brushing his hair away from the side of his cheek. “Alex, Alex hey hey! You okay?”

“Liza…hey…”

She let out a breathy laugh, and turned and watched as Eaker and the two goons left ran for it, Jacob’s nose bloody and eyes bruised.

John dropped heavily by Alex, running his hands softly over Alex’s face, kissing every inch of his skin. “Hey, hey baby boy, hey.”

Alex giggled, though it sounded groggy, “Hey Johnny…”

“God I hate that prick, he didn’t do anything worse did he?”

Alex shook his head. “Just, corned me. Kept saying he wish he’d gotten to me freshman year before I had met you.

John tried to lighten the situation. “Everyone wants you, I tell you, you’re too beautiful.”

“But he didn’t want…me.” John understood, pulling Alex to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Ignore that bastard baby.  His head’s so far up his ass the only thing bound to come out is shit. I’m surprised he’s still able to breath at this point.”

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Alex groaned, feeling John’s arm weigh heavily across his shoulders, his face being buried into Alex’s neck. “John, stop, we’re in class.”

“Hmmm, I know.” He peppered kisses slowly, and Alex, feeling the soft brush, had to hold in his giggly sighed, and John, knowing this, only tried harder. “Jefferson won’t stop looking at you though…”

“He’s looking because you’re being a distraction and he’s bitter his own boyfriend doesn’t love him this much.”

John sat up, and Alex turned to him, and he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Alex’s nose, smiling at the cross eyed, dopy grin he got.

He turned back to his notes quickly, and John sighed, over dramatically, leaning back onto his shoulders and burying his face back.

Alex huffed. “You’re not going to back off are you?”

John smiled. “Course not baby boy.”

maychorian  asked:

Gosh, I didn't even get twenty-five percent down list. Anyway, here are two prompts. 15. “I made your favorite.” for Hunk and Lance, gen, please. Or 16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” for Shiro and Lance, also gen. Obviously you don't have to do either if you don't want to. Thank you for considering!

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

(Shockingly, I picked the Shiro one)



“Couldn’t sleep?”

Lance jolted, nearly losing his balance and falling over.  Impressive, given that he was sitting, but he’d been resting all of his weight on his braced arms.  Turning, Lance saw Shiro in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame.

Shit.  Caught.

Lance shrugged elaborately, going for casual.  “I’m restless still,” he replied airily.  “Figured I’d mess around with something until I was ready for bed.  Get around all that energy from our awesome fight.”

Stepping over, Shiro nodded, not looking down at where Lance sat.  “I see.”  He glanced over the projected star map in front of Lance, depicting a very specific solar system, then looked back down.

Lance tried not to squirm.  He didn’t really manage.

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Under the cut there is FINALLY the answer to that promt-ask about Isak and Mikael meeting for the first time (if some of the stuff that went down back at bakka was indeed romantic) .. enjoy! 

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