i mean you played in both the switch and the change up wow

smile with me (you make me begin)

Originally posted by berry852

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader
Genre: Smut, Comedy, Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 30,587
Warnings: cursing/cussing, sexual content, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, past bullying, past abusive relationship, mentions of drug usage, mentions of depression, anxiety attacks, self-harm

First, there were hot tongues and meaningless moans, anger and grudges hidden behind sex. Then, there were laughter and inside jokes, fleeting kisses and warm gazes trapped in time.
Jungkook has never known love before, but if he has to define it, he’s sure that love is everything he feels for her.

for the sake of the story, BTS’s ages are ambiguous. however, 95 line are still the same age, and jungkook/reader are the same age as well. jimin and taehyung will be in their third year of college, while jungkook and the reader in their first. hoseok and namjoon are also in their last year.
the reader/female character will always just be referred to as she/her/the girl. any other female character (the reader’s roommate) will be referred to using their name (or in this case, “her roommate”).
P.P.S. if you’ve ever read the overwhelming light surrounding us, see if you can catch my little reference ;)
P.P.P.S. thanks @sydist for reading the whole thing and sorting out the plot with me, @thules for making sure the smut’s okay, and @trbld-writer for encouraging me to write this!

The winter air is colder today; Jungkook shoves his fingers into the pocket of his jeans. He quickly strides forward, breathing ragged as white mist dances before his lips; his camera slams against his chest as he breaks into a run.

He has always enjoyed winter. There’s something about the serenity of the season—a time littered with sprinkles of hope, joy, and laughter—that somehow always manages to warm his heart. His fondest memories are born during this time of year, images of a chocolate fondue, his smiling older brother, and giant Christmas presents tucked neatly into the corner of his mind.

His camera bounces as he halts abruptly, and he pushes through the doors of the coffee shop.

“Jungkookie! You’re back!”

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7 Minutes in Hell (Jughead Jones x Reader)

A/N: Not Valentine’s Day related at all but hey, whaddaya know, I’m on the Riverdale train and I love Jughead so here you go! 

Word Count: 2328

This was not how I planned on spending my Saturday night.

It was customary to go to the Blossom mansion for the usual weekend fun, even more now that I was a Vixen than before. Her parents were a bit more lenient on the underage drinking, assuming we were coping with the discovery of Jason’s body, and we were all crowded around the living room coffee table doing everything but mourning his death. All was well until of course it was time for Seven Minutes in Heaven. I turned to hug the wall when Cheryl set her sights right on me.

She didn’t believe that I was Vixen material and was hellbent on making me prove myself ever since I made the squad. She hated me enough to keep me on the squad just so I’d be out of my element and as uncomfortable as possible, and I hated her enough to prove to her I could be just as much as a Vixen if not more than her. Our rivalry ran deep from the time we were kids to now, and I didn’t see it changing anytime soon.

“Y/N? Be a jewel and start the night’s festivities, will you?”

I gave her the same fake smile I’d grown used to giving her by this point. “Of course.” I went to the coffee table and spun the empty beer bottle to see who’d I get to spend one-on-one time with in Cheryl’s coat closet. We were having a stare down when the bottle stopped, landing between Moose and someone I never expected to be anywhere near a Cheryl Blossom party. I opened my mouth to invite Moose to the closet when Cheryl rushed to cut me off.

“Jones! Looks like it’s your lucky day,” she said with a sinister smirk. I grit my teeth and grinned, looking down at Jughead.

He sighed, his face unamused as he took the final sip of his beer before hopping up. “Lucky. That’s one word for it…” He turned and made way for the coat closet without another word, which I took as my cue to follow him.

“See you in seven minutes,” Cheryl sang behind us.

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I Want To Write You A Song - Harry Styles Imagine (Part 19)

Part 18

You and Harry were now in London and Harry was super busy. He had interviews and rehearsals the last few days. You had been staying at his house pretty much all day, which wasn’t completely a bad thing because you had been working on some songs, but you were getting a little annoyed at being alone. 

Ever since your time in Chesire, you two had been sort of a distant. You were messing around with some arrangments on the piano, when your phone rang. It was Ed Sheeran, you smiled and quickly answered it. 

“Hello, who this?” You smirked. 

“Don’t be such a smart ass,” he laughed. 

“Well, I mean it’s not my fault that one of my best friends hasn’t called me in like forever,” you said. 

“I’ve been busy,” he said. 

“Yeah, you and everyone else,” you mumbled. 

“So, I know that you’re in London and I have a few days off from the tour and I was wondering if you wanted to get in the studio for a bit,” he said. “I’ve been working on this song and I really think it needs your touch on it and maybe… once we’re done with it, we can record it for your album.” 

“Uh, sure, when do you want to do that?” You asked. 

“Tomorrow, okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll work,” you smiled. 

“Great, see you then, “ he said. 

“Okay, bye,” you said. 

Right when you ended the call, the front door opened up and Harry walked in. Usually, when Harry came home, he would yell out for you to find out where you were, but this time he was slient and walked right into the kitchen to grab a water. 

You walked out of the Music Room and into the kitchen and stood in the doorway. 

“Hey,” you said softly. 

“Oh, hey,” he said leaning up against the counter. 

“How was your day?” You asked. 

“Good, but I’m exhuasted,” he said. 

“Are you hungry? I could order us some dinner and maybe put on a movie?” you smiled. 

“Actually, I already ate dinner with the band. We went out after rehearsals and now I’m probably just going to go to bed, but you can order whatever you like,” he said. 

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “Um, I’m not sure what you have going on tomorrow, but I’m going to working on a new song with Ed at the studio, and if you have a few spare minutes, I’d loved for you to be there.” 

“Oh, yeah, what time?” He asked. 

“I’m meeting him around 9 and we’ll just be in the studio however long it takes us to write the song and record it,” you said. 

“Okay, sounds great,” he smiled finishing his water. “Well, I’m going to bed.” 

You nodded as he kissed your forehead and went upstairs to the room. 

You sighed as you went over to the take out menus, yet again and ordered yourself some dinner. 


The next day, Harry was already up and gone by the time you had gotten up to get ready and head to the studio. You got some breakfast at a coffee shop nearby and went into the studio. 

Ed was already there when you walked in. “Hey,” you smiled. “I brought breakfast.” 

“You know the way to my heart,” he joked. 

You laughed and sat down at the table. 

“So, how’s everything been?” He asked grabbing a coffee from you. 

“It’s been… good,” you said. 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he said. 

“I wasn’t trying to be,” you sighed. 

“What’s up?” He asked. 

“A lot,” you sighed. “Harry and I… well, we’ve been a little on edge with each other lately.” 

“It’s probably just because he’s busy with the single release,” he said. 

“It was before that,” you said. “The entire time we were in Chesire, we practically fought every day. And ever since he mentioned about moving back to London, it’s been different between us.” 

“He didn’t ask you?” He asked. 

“No, that’s the thing, he did ask me to move here with him, but I don’t know…” you sighed. 

“I get it, it’s a huge move,” he said. “But I’m sure you two will figure it all out.” 

“I hope so,” you said. “I asked him to stop by today, but I don’t know if he’ll have time.” 

“He’ll make time,” Ed said. “He really wants you to make this album and he’s your number one supporter, next to me, so he’ll be here.” 

“We’ll see,” you said. 

You two then started working on a song and a few hours later, the lyrics were written and the song was finished. You were just about to start recording it after running through some practice takes, but you took a quick break to call Harry. 

You stepped outside the studio and called his number. The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail. 

“Uh, hey, Harry, it’s me. Um Ed and I are still at the studio. We’ve finished the song and now we’re I’m gonna work on the recording for the album. I’d uh.. I’d really like it if you’d stop by, even if it’s just for like five minutes, but uh… I guess if I don’t see you here, I’ll see you at home,” you said before hanging up. 

You went back into the studio and put on the headphones. You look up at Ed and he gives you a nod. The slow piano music starts and you wait for the cue to come. 

“I can’t call you a stranger, but I can’t call you. I know you think that I erased you. You hate me, but I can’t hate you. And I won’t replace you,” you sang softly into the micrphone. 

“Tell me how to feel about you now. Tell how to feel about you now. Oooh, let me know. Do I suffocate or let gooo?” 

You got to the bridge of the song and closed your eyes as you sang. “You keep me up with your slience. Take me down with your quiet. Of all the weapons you fight with. Your slience is the most violent.” 

You finished the rest of the song and once you hear the music cut off, you looked at Ed and the producer. “So, how was it?” You asked nervously. 

“Fucking amazing,” Ed said. “I’ve got chills, Y/N. Bloody chills.” 

You blushed. “Was it really that good?” 

“Yes, when are you going to realize that you’re better than good?” He asked. 

“Good question,” you laughed. “So, do you think that take is good enough, or should we go again?” 

“I think it’s perfect,” Ed said. “You can listen back to it if you want and then decide.” 

“Sounds good,” you said walking out of the booth. 

The producer messes with a few of the switches before the song starts playing. You couldn’t help but smile as you listened and realized that it was you and you sounded damn good. By the end of the song, you actually had teared up a bit. 

“Wow,” you smiled. “It is perfect.” 

“So, do we officially have the first song of your album recorded?” Ed asked. 

“Yeah, I think we do,” you smiled. 

Ed smiled and hugged you. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re like my baby sister,” 

“We’re the same age,” you laughed. 

“Details,” he joked. 

“Here, I burned you a copy and sent you a copy of the file to your email,” the producer said handing you a cd. 

“Thanks,” you said taking it. 

“Look, I know you’re upset that Harry wasn’t here, but I’m sure he just got caught up,” Ed said. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“But hey, play that for him tonight and tell him to text me what he thinks,” Ed smiled. 

“Sure thing,” you said. “Thanks for this, it means a lot that you were able to do this today.” 

“Of course, I’m glad we were able to be in the same place at the same time,” he said. 

You nodded and gave him another hug before heading back to Harry’s house. On the way there, you tried calling Harry, but it went straight to voicemail. You sighed walking back to his house and when you got there, his car wasn’t in the driveway. 

You unlocked the door and went inside. You placed your bag on table and went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed that Harry’s gym bag was out and there were dirty clothes in the hamper. You were confused because those weren’t there when you left. You shrugged it off and went downstairs. 

You decided that you were going to cook a nice dinner for you and Harry that night. You went down to the kitchen and grabbed some things to cook. You turned on the stove and started chopping up some vegetables to make a quick little stir fry. 

Once everything was pretty much done, you changed into something a little nicer and grabbed some flowers and candles that were in the house and set them around the table. You grabbed the copy of the cd with your song on it and put it in the stereo to play once Harry got home. 

You brought the plates over to the table and poured some wine and sat down waiting for him to come home. 

Three hours. Three hours passed until Harry finally came home. The food was completey ruined now. The candles had burned out and both glasses of wine were gone thanks to you. 

Harry walked into the dining room and saw you sitting there finishing off the rest of the bottle of wine. 

“Did you have someone over?” He asked. 

“No,” you shook your head. “But I was expecting someone.” 

“Oh, who?” He asked. 

“You,” you said. 

“We had dinner plans?” He asked. 

“No, we didn’t. I just decided to make dinner for the two of us since you were super busy today,” you said. “So, how was your day?” 

“It was good,” he said. “I had some time off, so I went to the gym and then I met some of the London crew for dinner. If I had known you were making dinner, I would have stayed home.” 

“You went to the gym? And out for dinner?” You asked. 

“Yeah, after rehearsals, I felt like getting in a good workout, so I stopped by the gym,” he said. “I came back home to change and you weren’t here, so I figured you didn’t want to come to dinner.” 

You got up from your chair and grabbed the dishes off the table and practically threw them into the sink. 

“Woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“What’s wrong? The fact that you have to ask that is what’s fucking wrong!” You said. 

“Look, I’m sorry about the dinner,” he sighed. “I hadn’t seen this group of friends for a while, so when they asked to meet up, I went.” 

You shook your head. “This isn’t about the dinner,” you said. “Did you check any of your messages today?” 

“No, not really,” he said. 

“Wow,” you said. 

Angry tears were starting to form in your eyes. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I stood here twenty four hours ago telling you about what I would be doing today and you said that you would come and you didn’t. When you didn’t show up, I just assumed that you were busy with work, but no, you went to the fucking gym! The Gym, god, I’m so glad that you getting a workout in, is more important to you, than I am,” you shouted. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “And why are you getting so upset? Yes, I went to the gym because I wanted to have some time for myself.” 

You walked over and grabbed the cd case and shoved it against his chest. “Why don’t you listen to that and figure it the fuck out,” you said before walking up to the bedroom and slamming the door shut. 

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🔥💃👏 pbj

*has to change from holsom playlist to pb&j playlist* *promptly switches to bittyparse playlist because wow pb&j is angst central and I should get a secondary playlist* 

“—I wasn’t even thinking when I turned the fire extinguisher on them, but it freaked ‘em out enough that they left with the drunk guy.”

Kent cackles. The sound of it buzzes through the air. There’s a tension in it, a static charge searching for something to ground it.

Jack blushes. Kent notices, sobering up. He shifts his weight from his right leg to his left.

“Sorry,” Kent rests the lip of his bear bottle between his teeth. “It’s a good story.”

“What’s so funny?” Bitty budges through the crowd of inebriated dancers.

He makes it a point to lean against the wall space between the two, watching them carefully. Kent hadn’t been keen on coming to this kegster. He was still reeling over how the last one ended. But this was different, they kept reminding him. There was no honor to reclaim. No friendship or love to rekindle. There was no objective for tonight other than to have fun.

“Zimms was telling me the fire extinguisher story.” Kent jostles his shoulder casually, amicably.

“Lord,” Bitty crinkle his nose. “Why on earth would you wanna hear about the football team?”

Luckily, someone stops by just then to ask for a selfie with Jack and Kent. Zimmermann and Parse—Zimms and Kenny—the dream team they’ve been calling them all season. People had strong reactions to their reunion (namely relief if you were a Falconers fan, fear if you weren’t). Kent thinks, hopes, Bitty’s forgotten the question. However, the second he looks away from the random party goer (selfie face still plastered tightly on) Bitty’s staring at him expectantly.

Kent sighs, “I wanted to know.”

Eric still doesn’t get it. “Know what?” he persists.

“What made you fall in love with him,” he says softly. The words have a quite resignation. Like a man who knew the ending of a tale before it even started. Like someone who was used to not being enough.

Bitty’s face falls. “Oh honey, he had me long before that.”

Kent nods, “good to know.”

Jack huffs, “I think we need some air.”

Bitty and Kent follow him out back without protest. The music is as loud out there as it is inside of the Haus. There are less bodies and heat, however, so Kent can think a little clearer. He thinks about the song that was playing when he arrived the last time. The lyrics seemed significant yet trivial at the time. Like his body new something about that night that his mind was catching up to.

“When the answer in what you want is in the question you state,” he finds himself murmuring.

Bitty blanches, trying to decode his meaning. Jack snorts. Which means of course, of course, Jack knows what he’s thinking. Jack has a way of reading him like a book.

“We took a class together that semester,” Jack begins without context. “Bits was helping me with a final project.”

“Yea that was it alright,” Bitty hums with a rueful smile.

“Was that it for you?” Kenny asks, excitement fluttering in his gut.

Jack shakes his head, “after we lost the Frozen Four that year.”

“Wow, that’s super romantic,” Kent chirps.

“It was,” Bitty smiles fondly. He leans over to kiss Jack’s cheek. “That was the longest I’d ever held someone before. It was nice.”

Kent feels the tightness of his lips. This is why he came; this is why he sticks around. They’re perfect for each other. And for some reason, they want him too. It’s a relief more than a burden most days. Kent knows today was easier than most, for all of them.

Jack clears his throat, taking Kent’s hand and pulling him into the side of him currently unoccupied by Bitty. Kent doesn’t look up as he feels Jack’s lips hover over his temple. Kent’s eyes flutter shut. For a moment, he’s sixteen again and everything’s momentarily peaceful. He opens them again, realizing that he’s twenty-seven and not everything’s perfect. But it’s gotten a lot easier to say it’s ok.

“It was the memorial cup,” Jack continues. “We were hugging and all I could think was, ‘I love it right here.’”

Kent nods, in understanding. A lot about that time was still muddled in trauma and anxiety. Everything about their lives and emotions were so high. It was ages ago, however. The scars were still visible, but mostly faded.

Bitty nudges Kent, “last winter. You were late to your own game because of me.”

Kent’s brows furrow, “Bits, you broke your arm. How could I not—”

Bitty chuckles, “I know. That’s when I knew.”

A warmth overflows from Kent’s heart. He looks between both of them and wonders how did he end right back here? At some lame party and some dumb college in the middle of the Boston suburbs. Only, it isn’t some lame party. From what he’s been told Epikegsters are legendary. You never know what (or who) will come up.

“We were sixteen,” Kent’s voice catches a little. “Your parents let me stay the night. We snuck out and went to that Arcade Fire show. I remember standing in that crowd and—I grabbed your hand. I thought you were gonna push me away.”

Jack nods, a sad smile gracing his lips.

“He pulled me in Bits,” Kent feels his face radiating. “Our first kiss was around five hundred other sweaty assholes.”

Bitty laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “Of course, it was.”                

“And you—” Kent takes Eric’s hand, kissing it with all the tenderness he can muster after three beers. (He briefly considers that this must be what adulthood feels like.) “You were in that kitchen, chirping me about an assist.”

Bitty tilts his head in confusion. “When was that?”

Kent squints. “Two months? After that one kegster.”

Bitty’s mouth opens to say something, probably some protest about ‘why didn’t you say something sooner’.” Instead, Jack swoops in to kiss Eric. Kent sighs in relief. Some questions take time. Some answers take even longer to get said. Kent’s fine with postponing this conversation. He’s got all the time in the world to tell them how much he loves them.

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I asked for a prompt that's about a 'game night' with Kara, Lena, Alex & Maggie. I'd like to know if you could add or make another (if you can) with a 'Truth or Dare' or 'Spin the Bottle' game where Maggie dares Lena or Kara into kissing or doing stuff so when Alex & Maggie make their leave Kara & Lena can finish what they started. Kind of like the one with Clark seducing Lena with more Maggie/Lena, Kara/Maggie & Alex/Lena interactions. I'm so sorry if I'm asking too much. It's just an idea. 😅

^^Fun Fact; I have the same secret talent as Maggie :D

‘So it’s just the four of us again tonight?’ Maggie asked as her and Alex went to put the food in the kitchen.

‘Yep’ Alex replied as she balanced a tower of pizza boxes on her arm.

'So what’s going on between the two of them?’ Maggie questioned.

Alex just looked at her, a confused look on her face.

'Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they act round each other?’ Maggie asked incredulously and nodded towards the sofa where Lena was twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

Alex shrugged, 'They’re just friends…’

Maggie tilted her head and gave Alex a pointed look.

'What..?’ Alex exclaimed.

'That’s lesbian activity Danvers…’ Maggie teased and smiled when Kara giggled loudly at something Lena said, 'case in point…’ she continued.

'Lena and Kara..? Is Lena gay?’ Alex questioned, 'I’ve been wondering about Kara… she always got too flustered around Cat… and she did tell me she wanted to date Lucy that one time…’

'Oh Lena is definitely gay’ Maggie said confidently as she grabbed two beers from the fridge.

'Quite confident there, aren’t you Sawyer?’ Alex grinned.

'The rolled up sleeves? The popped shirt collar? Total Power Lesbian.’ Maggie stated as she handed one of the beers to Alex.

'Hmmm’ Alex hummed as she turned towards the sofa and tilted her head in a move she had subconsciously picked up from Maggie, 'I’m still not sure I see it…’

'I bet they just need a little bit of a push…’ Maggie said thoughtfully.

'A bet? Wana make it interesting?’ Alex grinned.

'What did you have in mind?’ Maggie retorted, a gleam in her eye.

'Winners choice?’ Alex shrugged.

Lena glanced up from the sofa, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kara, and spotted Alex and Maggie talking in hushed tones by the fridge.

'You two love birds going to join us?’ She called out with a raised eyebrow.

'When did you guys get here with food?!’ Kara exclaimed excitedly.

Alex rolled her eyes and picked up the potstickers, Maggie follow behind with the pizza and napkins.

'Oh I’m totally winning’ Maggie whispered to Alex as they walk towards the sofa.

'What makes you so sure’ Alex quizzed.

'We walked in with pizza and pot stickers ten minutes ago and Kara has been too engrossed with Lena to notice’ Maggie said with a smug smile.

They settled down to eat; Kara taking an entire pizza to herself. The conversation quickly turned to which game they should play.

'Not Monopoly!’ Maggie exclaimed, 'Lena totally thrashed us last time- I’ve never meet anyone so ruthless in my life!’

'Then I’m vetoing Clue, Detective’ Lena smirked.

An idea hit Maggie and she grinned triumphantly as she exclaimed 'we should play Truth or Dare!’ She was determined to win this bet.

Alex almost choked on her beer while Kara grinned, her cheeks full of pot stickers.

'How very… old school…’ Lena chucked, 'I’m in, let me grab another glass of wine.’

The game started off relatively tame, full of the usual questions and dares; what’s your secret talent? What’s your guilty pleasure? Sing something from Frozen!

This is how they discovered that Maggie could do ‘the worm’, Alex still had a Spice Girls album on her iPod and Kara, much to Lena’s amazement could sing, really sing!

Lena’s turn came up and Maggie dived in as quickly as she could; 'So Lena, truth or dare?’

'Truth’ Lena grinned and took a sip of her wine.

Maggie decided to go for it; she took a deep breath, a confidant smirk on her face and asked, 'Who was your first girlfriend?’

Lena arched an eyebrow in surprise. 'Veronica at boarding school’ she replied coyly.

Kara spluttered.

'Veronica… as in Veronica Sinclair? Roulette!?’ Kara asked in shock.

'The very same, obviously minus the snake tattoo…’ Lena laughed as she took in Kara’s surprised face.

Kara didn’t know what to say; she was aware there was a bit of a flirtatious nature to their relationship, but if Lena liked women… that changed things.

Maggie just cocked an eyebrow at Alex.

That doesn’t mean anything!’ Alex mouthed back.

‘I think it’s your turn Detective’ Lena stared at Maggie, an evil gleam in her eye.

‘Truth’ Maggie replied, retaining eye contact with Lena.

‘You ever used your handcuffs in the bedroom?’ Lena smirked.

Maggie just grinned and took a swig of her beer; the colour adorning Alex’s cheeks answering the question for her.

‘That’s an image I really didn’t need…’ Kara shook her head.

The very next moment Lena and Kara both reached for the final pot sticker, their fingertips brushing as they hovered over the plate.

'You have it’ Kara smiled shyly.

Alex hit Maggie repeatedly on the leg as she watched Kara relinquish the last pot sticker to Lena with a puppy dog smile, the pair of them not losing eye contact.

'You see it now?’ Maggie hissed.

'Kara just gave Lena the last pot sticker! Kara has never given me the last one!’ Alex whispered her eyes wide. 'Oh my god, they’re totally in love…’

'And you’re totally wearing that little red number I love when we get home…’ Maggie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

‘So how do we get them to… you know’ Alex said quietly as she mimed kissing with her hands.

‘Follow my lead Danvers’ Maggie chuckled as Lena and Kara remained oblivious to anyone outside their bubble, ‘pick dare’ she mouthed.

Maggie cleared her throat as Lena brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kara’s face.

‘I pick a dare’ Alex said, unable to unsee the little glances her sister and the CEO kept throwing at each other, or the way Kara’s hand remained on Lena’s knee.

‘I dare you to kiss me Danvers’ Maggie interjected quickly.

Alex giggled and leaned over to place a quick kiss onto Maggie’s lips, her eyebrows shot up when Maggie pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled away their gazes lingered on each other and Maggie bit her lip thinking of what she was planning to do to Alex when they got home. When they both came back down Kara was bouncing in her seat.

‘My turn!’ She squeaked, ‘Dare!’

‘Well it’s only fair that since Alex and I kissed, that you and Lena kiss… So…’ Maggie raised her eyebrow and looked pointedly from Kara to Lena.

‘Why does Maggie get to come up with all the dares!?’ Kara exclaimed, trying not to think about how her lips would feel against Lena’s.

‘Coz I’m the best Little Danvers’ Maggie grinned.

‘I don’t know if I should feel offended…’ Lena pouted.

‘pfft’ Kara splutted, ‘who wouldn’t want to kiss you!’

Maggie snorted.

‘Can… Can I kiss you?’ Kara asked suddenly nervous and not wanting to freak Lena out.

‘I can’t have you forfeit a dare now, can I?’ Lena flirted playfully.

Kara’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer to Lena; she heard a spike in Lena’s heart rate the split second before their lips met.

Kara gently pressed their lips together and felt her stomach flip; Lena’s lips were softer than she ever could have imagined. Lena brought her hands up to cup Kara’s face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly swiping over Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara moaned as Lena’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Maggie nudged Alex and tilted her head towards the door, ‘we should leave them to work this all out…’ Maggie mouthed. Alex nodded and grabbed their coats as they slipped as quietly as they could out the door.

Finally Kara and Lena broke away from the kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

‘Wow’ Kara murmured.

‘Hmmmm’ Lena bit her lip.

They turned to face Alex and Maggie and found the sofa was empty.

Kara smiled at Lena and pressed the remote to switch on the TV, before snuggling down into Lena’s arms.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Alex walked down the stairs hand in hand in a comfortable silence.

‘So, err, the red lace number was it?’ Alex asked with a slight glint in her eyes.

Maggie just grinned and slid her hand into the back pocket of Alex’s jeans.

Blind Date Part 2

Josh Dun x reader

Read the rest: Part 1

Summary: You and Josh continue your night at Taco Bell and get to know each other a bit.

Words: 986

Requested? Yup by an anon!

Josh’s Perspective

The car ride to Taco Bell was quiet but nice. Y/N and I made some light small talk and the radio played quietly in the back.

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Safe Haven AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: My Safe Haven is not 100% the same as the Nicholas Sparks one. I changed a few things. I took out the dead wife as a friend because that just kinda didn’t make sense to me in this. Just a heads up.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Steve had taught you to help paddle the canoe, and soon you were on your way. Gliding across the water, under the warm sun and pretty scenery of the water and woods around you. Steve smirks at you, as you continue to struggle with the paddling, he was mainly keeping the boat on track, you felt nervous, yet somehow comfortable with him, even though this was clearly a date.

“It’s so beautiful here.” You smile looking around.

“This is my favorite place to be.” Steve smiles at you as the two of you rest your paddles in your laps, the boat slowing down.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where you are the shy girl that moves in next door to Eric and he ends up with a crush on you?

guess who’s back to posting everyday (hopefully)? that’s right, me !!!! also, i’m so so sorry for the wait to who ever requested this imagine but this is the first request i have in my inbox and i literally saw this just yesterday and it totally inspired me to write. also, i’m doing the rest of the ships tomorrow i promise ! so here you go guys, hope you’ll enjoy reading it! (there may be any spelling errors in there, sorry)


“Y/n, get your ass over here and help me out!

 You could hear your brother yell downstairs. You rolled your eyes before letting out a deep sigh, dropping the box you were holding in your arms. “What?” You yelled back, opening up the door leading out into the hallway; peaking your head through it and looked at the stairs who lead downstairs. “You need to help me carry the boxes from outside, c'mon lazy ass!” He yelled once again, making you let out a deep sigh once again. You stepped into the hallway before making your way down the stairs, walking into the living room only to face your one year younger brother. “In case your blind and can’t see what I’m doing, I’m busy.” You said and glared at him in annoyance. “It doesn’t matter, mom and dad told me to get you to help me with last couple of boxes,” He replied coldly, not looking up at you while continuing to unbox the box he was just holding in his hands. “Mom!” You yelled out into the empty house, your voice echoing. “She’s not home, our new neighbors invited them over.” HE muttered as he walked towards the hallway. “Are you serious? I wanna unbox my stuff!” You groaned as you followed him into the hallway. “Does it look like i care? No,” He muttered as he walked out through the door; leaving it open. “Now, help me the fuck out!” He yelled as he made his way down the sidewalk. “Hey, watch your fucking language!” You yelled, running up behind him with a smirk on your lips.

The cold summer air hit your bare legs at soon as you stepped out the house, making you shiver. The sunset was dying over the mountains and the leaves on the tree where slowly losing their bright green color, soon to be fading into a more yellowish tone. It was late summer in Colorado, and you and your family was new in town. Your dad had lost his job where you previously lived, and pretty quickly he got a new job offer; in Littleton. At first, you absolutely hated the thought of moving. So when your mom and dad had desperately been trying to tell you it’s for the best when you were crying your eyes out in your room, you basically prayed to God that your dad would get a job offer somewhere closer to where you already lived. The thought of losing all of your friends you’ve spent your whole lifetime making and switching schools would literally haunted you. But when they showed you the house, the neighborhood and he school you were attending, you changed your mind pretty quickly and actually started to like the thought of moving. You were pretty bored of your old town, anyways. “Are you gonna help me or not?” Your brothers voice interrupted your thoughts as your head snapped at him. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked as you walked over to him. He let out  chuckle before handing you one of the boxes. “You get lost in your thoughts way to easy.” He said as he grabbed a box for himself. “Hey!,” You laughed and playfully smacked his arm, smirking at him. “I’m just so amazed at this view,” You said and looked over at the sunset once again, slowly drifting into your thoughts once again. Your brother’s gaze followed yours, nodding his head. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the view,” A chuckling voice interrupted the two of you’s thoughts.

You quickly turned around to spot a smiling boy walking down the street with his hands shoved into his pockets and baseball cap placed backwards on his brown haired head. “I’m Eric,” He said as soon as he reached you two. “Eric Harris.” He ended his sentence. “I’m your new neighbor.” He smiled and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, making you look over his shoulder; only to spot the house next to yours. “I’m Mark,” Your brother said as he shook the boy in front of you’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Mark,” He said with a smile on his lips. He looked over at you, shoving his hands into his pockets once again. “How about you then?” He asked, making you blush. “I’m y/n.” You said shyly, pulling the box of trophies and other stuff closer to your chest. “Nice to meet you as well, y/n,” He said, smiling at you. You only nodded and slightly smiled back. “So, what brings you here, Eric?” Your brother asked as he raised one of your eyebrows. Eric’s gaze turned to your brother, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, right. Your parents are over at my house and my parents told em to go and help you guys out.” He said and gave him a small smile. “Really? Oh fuck, thank god!” Your brother said and threw his head back, letting out a groan. You gazed over at him, rolling your eyes. Eric let out a chuckle before grabbing one of the boxes from the ground before turning to you two once again. “Well, let’s get unboxing!”

“That’s so freaking cool!” Your brother let out in as Eric and him were chatting about some video game, you only sitting there awkwardly. You had you head in one of your hands as you were tapping the wooden floor with your other hand, looking down at it. “I know, right?” Eric chuckled as he took a sip out of his juice who was placed on the floor in front of him. You let out a deep sigh before turning your head to the clock that you just hung on the wall, rolling your eyes. “I’ll be upstairs, unpacking the last boxes if you need me Mark.” You mumbled as you stood up, both boys eyes following your movements. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mark mumbled as rolled his eyes. You quickly walked up the stairs, slamming your door shut. You let out a sigh before running a hand through your hair, looking around your new room filled with boxes. “Looks like I got a lot to do the rest of the night,” You mumbled as you sat down, slowly starting to unpack the boxes.

You placed the last perfume on your desk before placing your hands on your waist, looking around the room; adoring the work. “Wow, you did a great job decorating,” You heard a voice say from behind, making you jump slightly. You quickly turned around, only to find Eric looking around your room. “Oh god,” You mumbled as you looked down at your feet, placing a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. His eyes landed at you as he let out a chuckle, stepping inside before closing the door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that. ” He said as you let out a quiet chuckle, still looking at your feet. “Hey, y/n, right?” He asked as you nodded, looking up at him. “Yeah.” You almost whispered as a light smile spread on your lips. “Hey, that’s a pretty name for such a pretty girl.” He laughed as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.  "Thank you, I guess,“ You chuckled nervously, making him smile at you. “I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to hang out sometime?” He asked calmly as he shoved his hands into his pockets once again. You looked at him in confusion before letting out a soft chuckle. “Well you know, I’m not exactly my brother who plays way to much video games or anything,” You answered shyly. “So you’re saying I’m playing to much video games?” He said, faking to be offended. You let out chuckle. “Maybe, maybe not.” You shrugged as you smiled at him. He let out a laugh before opening his mouth to speak. “So I’ll take that as a yes?” He smiled as you. “I guess so, Harris.” You said, making him chuckle. “I’ll see you around then, y/l/n.” He smirked before walking out your room, closing the door behind him: leaving you alone and confused in your room.

You quickly ran after him, opening up your door before calling out his name. He quickly turned around before raising one of his eyebrows. “How did you know my last name?” You yelled out in confusion. He smirked at you as he continued to walk down the hallways backwards, making you slightly smile at him. “I have my secrets,” He winked before turning around and ran down the stairs, leaving you speechless. A smile slowly crept over your face as you closed your door, sliding down it with your back pressed against it.

Maybe moving over here wasn’t such a bad decision after all.

anonymous asked:

Can I have headcanons of Varia like what do they do with the lover at a free day

//Three characters or less per ask please! I’ll do the Varia Top 3 for now//


  • Xanxus is the type to openly show his affections towards you unless he’s not in the mood or it’s not the right time. So safe to say, a free day won’t change much - he is the boss of the Varia after all
  • Xanxus isn’t lazy but he doesn’t like to expend energy on frivolous activities so stay-at-homes dates occur quite often. However, if you want to go out, he’s fine with it unless he just came back from some assassination that went south
  • But don’t get discouraged! His home is a fucking mansion and anything you want to do is there right at your beck and call. Hungry? He’ll have the head chef cook you anything your heart desires. Want some entertainment? Well, watching you making fun of bad movies always put a genuine smile on his face. Want some fun? Oh, he has a bottle tequila and he’ll show you a good time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • If it’s one of your lazy days, the two of you will just stay in bed all day, talking (though it’s you who initiates and he who listens), complaining about a mutual enemy or that one suck-up who won’t shut up about the Vongola, sleeping, cuddling (again, it’s mostly you who initiates), and a lot of sex if you’re up to it
  • A free day with Xanxus is like any other day (except during missions). He revels in physical contact and if you’re already his lover he won’t mind you tracing your delicate little fingers over his scars.


  • Free day? What is this “”free day” you speak of? Honestly even when Squalo’s off duty he’ll be forced to do something. Good luck trying to get anything done when your significant other is constantly off trying to resolve mafia wars or taking care of the Varia runts Bel and Fran
  • On the off chance he actually gets a break, his relaxation comes in three steps. First he’ll want to stay home and just relax with you. Maybe a good cup of coffee and if you’re the cuddling type, although he won’t ever initiate, he’ll appreciate your touches
  • Then once he’s gotten a full eight hours of sleep (a luxury) he’ll spar with you whether you’re good at fighting or not. If you’re a fighter, the frustration building up in both of you will be released, making this a nice bonding moment. If not, he’ll won’t have any mercy but it’s a good way to appeal to his pride a bit (kiss him when your pinned down and he’ll switch into his tsundere mode real fast)
  • Finally it’s a nice, calming home-cooked dinner between the both of you. Yes, he can cook. He may be one of the greatest swordsman and mafioso but Xanxus is his boss and Varia grunts are too incompetent for his liking. It’ll be nice for once to cook for someone who can appreciate food, isn’t going to slam a vase over his head, yell at him to go faster, or throw food in his hair.
  • Overall, just help him wind down and ease his stress. If you’re already dating then it means he trusts you enough to see his vulnerable side so just your presence and touch is enough to warrant a “free day”


  • This little shit. Ask him and he’ll say everyday is a day off (unless the boss orders him to do something)
  • Sadistic in nature, if your his lover you must either be a masochist or as equally sadistic so prepare yourself for some good ol’ hitman hunting! The person who kills the least amount of mafiosos has to play maid for the winner. He even has a dress prepared and everything but it’s one of those sexy Halloween costumes so be prepared to clean just more than rooms ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Games in general are his go-to pleasures. Though preferably multiplayer (only to flaunt his giant ego) he’s willing to play anything that shows off his skills. Playstation, Xbox, Nintendo, Steam, Origin, Nexon, LoL, WoW, Overwatch, Mortal Combat, doesn’t matter he’ll kick your virtual ass anyways
  • If you manage to beat though, well, be prepared for a pouty and irritable brat on your hands. it’s not the maid costume, fuck no he’ll rock that outfit, it’s the fact that he lost in general
  • One way or another either Fran or Mammon will be involved at one point. Whether it be annoying them, making them play multiplayer games, or just pissing them off in general, he’ll drag you into his antics
Bucky’s Girl |Series| 2/?

Originally posted by bartowskis

Summary: You’re dating Bucky Barnes, it’s good. It’s beautiful. Steve, his best friend has had a crush on you, wayy before Bucky returned. (Series)
Warnings: Angst/ inspired by that one story in Love Actually but kinda not/
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wade Wilson, Negasonic, Colossus, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker & Sharon Carter.

Inspired by the song Jessie Girl - Rick Springfield

Part One

(Gif credit to owner - I tried finding the original but couldn’t)

Luckily for Steve he had a mission and didn’t have to deal with seeing you all happy with Bucky. He knew what you’d both be doing alone but the distraction of working, plus having Natasha alongside him was enough for the few days. He knew Bucky would get hold of him eventually, ask him what’s up with all the back to back missions, he was just bidding time to think of a good enough excuse.

“Steve, now really isn’t the time to be in your head,” Natasha’s frustrated voice rang through his ears, pulling him back to the present.

They were currently surrounded in a tiny Hydra bunker, suspected to be abandoned but it was a trap, just their luck. They had called for back-up which would take as long as twenty minutes, meaning they had to make sure they survived that long. It wouldn’t be difficult for Steve, he may not know his limitations but he could withstand worse, Nat, however, wasn’t as indestructible as him.  

He looked over to see the infamous Black Widow panting, covered in sweat and mud, on the floor with her stingers beside her. He was sat opposite her, his back against the door they were sealed in, using his body weight to make sure no-one could get through.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind?” He locked eyes with her green eyes, a frown settling on his face.

“Now isn’t a good time for that, Nat.” He tried to chuckle but it came out strangled, she lifted one shoulder as an indication that now was good as any, they had nowhere to go and for all, they knew it could take longer for back-up to arrive. “It’s not something I want to really talk about… just yet!” he sighed finally.

Natasha knew instantly what was wrong. She was as observant as one could get, she had the eye of Clint when it came to reading people; it was attuned and discerning, perceptive and insightful. She could know someone’s thoughts, feelings and the past just from looking at them, it was a skill Steve admired but hated. He was an open book, although he refused to admit that sometimes, he wore his heart on his sleeve.

Steve was a good person. He won you over with his charm and old-fashioned morals, yet when you dug a little deeper, he was just as sarcastic as Stark and witty as Scott; if not more. Anyone who had the pleasure of being graced with Steve in their life was inherently better after it. The fact he wore his emotions on the brink of his cuffs meant Nat watched as Steve fell for you; she also watched as you fell for Bucky.

“Is this about what happened three days ago?” Her voice was soft; hardly audible over the guns firing and explosions of Hydra trying to break back into their own bunker (she had done a good job at trapping them inside) but Steve still heard, his enhanced hearing made sure of that.

He gave a little nod and thought back to that day.


Steve returned home late from another mission, he’d been going on them a lot, especially since you ‘moved in’. It wasn’t official but you had a whole chest of draws that Bucky cleared for you, plus all your feminine bits in the shared bathroom. All your favourite foods were constantly restocked and Steve, whilst loving you, hated you being around so often. It only increased his adoration.

“Steve is that you?” Bucky’s voice called through the Brooklyn apartment, he didn’t reply as he shrugged off his jacket with slight discomfort and he hadn’t even gotten changed from the suit, he refused to go to the med-bay… he just wanted his bed.

He just wanted his home back.

He just wanted you back, not that you were ever there with him but he just wanted you.

“Wow, you look like shit!” Bucky chuckled as Steve walked into the kitchen; he grunted as he grabbed an ice pack and then began to unbuckle the straps to the top half of his suit, “strip tease in the kitchen in front of my fiancé, Rogers?”

“Well, it is my home, last I checked.” Steve snapped and he was fumbling with a strap till the words hit him like a truck. He felt the blood drain from him and surely he was joking, he was joking, right? Bucky’s bright grin along with you waving your fingers told him otherwise. “F-fiancé?”

Bucky nodded with a bright grin, “I did want you there, Sam and Sharon was, but you’ve been so busy with those missions with Nat that I just went for it and decided to surprise you now with the news.”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to form a sentence as the reality of this ‘news’ settled in. He felt cold, colder than when he crashed into the ice. Bucky had proposed? Wasn’t that a little fast, of course, it was, you two didn’t know anything about each other and he proposed?

“Isn’t that a little… fast?” Steve asked, both Bucky’s and your faces fell, looking at one another. “Are you even at that stage? Do you guys even know anything about one another? Do you even know how much wedding’s cost in this century?” The spiral of questions, “I’ll tell you, over twenty thousand dollars.”

“Tony said he’d help, least he could do,” Bucky shrugged and all but chuckled at his friend’s reaction like it was funny. “Let us worry about all of that punk; we love each other, isn’t that enough?”

“No.” Bucky frowned, now a little aggravated with Steve boldness and clearly, not a happy attitude to the news. “I didn’t mean like that, I just-don’t think its right to be jumping into something so… fast.”

Bucky sighed and patted his friend’s shoulder lightly, as to not his obvious wounds there. “I know you care about me, I know you’re worried over me but you don’t gotta be anymore,” Steve smiled timidly back; it wasn’t Bucky he was worrying over. “So, thank you and I know I shouldn’t ask, I already know the answer but will you be my best man?”

And Steve’s heart plummeted because he never imagined being the best man at your wedding; he always pictured himself as the groom. He meekly nodded.

“Of course, jerk,” Bucky grinned hugging him tightly.

“With me till the end of the line, right punk?” And Steve didn’t answer back.


“This is complicated,” Nat muttered and Steve chuckled lightly at that. “If you love her Steve and if he is your best friend, you won’t ruin this for them,” Natasha told him gently, “you’ll play the part of the best man that is happy for his best friend because that’s what needs to happen.”

“I know that,” Steve exhaled softly.

It’s another ten minutes of Natasha trying to comfort her friend, trying to make him laugh. Not many people knew her funny side, she could turn it on with a switch, and then again Steve knew all her covers. How easy it is for her to just be whatever people need her to be, he hoped that wasn’t always the case.


As if Steve hadn’t already had a tiresome day, Deadpool decided to drop by. Literally. He fell from the roof, along with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead after him. Steve gave a simple questioning glance at the three, it was never a boring moment when Wade showed up, and his… eccentric and different perspective on life was something that irked but intrigued Steve.

“Wade? What’re you doing here?” Steve filed the Intel, Nat somehow managed to retain from the bunker, away as Negasonic looked around with Colossus’ beside her.

Deadpool gave a shrug as he looked over Steve’s shoulder at the computer, “I’ve come back to give you another reason to let me join the Avengers.” Steve refrained some smiling, he didn’t know if it was actually a joke, the first time he met Wade was in the wreck room where he was making toast and then started to tell Steve his ‘special skills’. “I’m known to be a good dancer-”

Steve wasn’t paying attention, he looked over the screen to see you and Bucky giggling over something, you were holding up what looked to be different templates for wedding invitations.

“Ooh, who’s the girl we are creepily staring at?” Steve jumped at Wade’s voice close to his ear, “Is Captain America pining after his best friend, aka Bucky Barnes, THE Winter Soldiers, fiancé?” Steve flushed with embarrassment, “Well, that sure as hell won’t happen in any of the movies?” It’s comments like that, that make Steve wonder what he is talking about and to whom.

Steve turned the computer off, “I’m not, I’m happy for them.”

“You’re terrible liar,” Wade tells him, funny Nat said the same thing once, and he thought he was improving. “Okay, team we need a plan to help Cap here win the girl!” Steve looked to see Negasonic blankly stare at Wade, popping some gum. Colossus crossed his arms and shook his head, “c’mon, this is Captain America, the over ninety-year-old virgin… we owe it to the country to help him!”

Negasonic laughed, “Is he really?” And Wade nodded as Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head from behind the red-suited man. 

“Wade, seriously no.” Steve stands up.

“I got it!” He yelled and clapped his black gloved hands together, slinging an arm around Cap’s shoulder, “You’re his best man, are you not?” Steve nodded with a frown. “Well, you’re also living with them; you’re going to be in the middle of some wedding disagreements. You have the chance to peg them against one another, to show her what she’ll be faced with for the rest of her life.”

Steve frowned and nodded slowly, that was true. He could do that. Only that would be wrong, to come between you and Bucky, to make it so you’d argue against one another. He couldn’t do that, that’s his best friend and he shouldn’t let a girl come between them. Only he already has.

“I couldn’t do that, he’s my friend.” Steve shrugged the arm off his shoulders as Wade sighed. “How would I even go about that anyway?” He asked curiously and Wade, despite Steve, couldn’t see was smiling.

“This is not gonna be good.” Colossus groaned. 

(Let me know what you think, if there’s anything you think should happen. Hopefully, this was good. - Rosalee)

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Since Ever

“I’m Malia,” she introduced herself, tucking her unruled hair behind her ears. “That’s my house,” she said, pointing to the house next door.

“Stiles,” he returned. “I guess this is my house,” he said pointing to the door up the driveway.

Back then, Malia had a few inches on Stiles. And no matter how much her mom tried, her hair always ended up ruffled mess.

She had a few missing teeth and mud splattered tennis shoes.

Stiles had a bad haircut and never left the house without his astronaut toy.

“What kind of name is Stiles?” Malia asked out of the blue. Socializing had never been one of her fortes.

“It’s a nickname,” Stiles informed. “What kind of name is Malia,” he said, just to tease her.

She squinted at him, daring him to say something else.

Before Stiles could react, she gave herself away in a shy laugh.

“Malia,” a woman sounded from her house. “Come on, dinner’s ready.”

Malia’s eyes widened at the mention of food. “I have to go. You wanna come over?”

Stiles politely shook his head no. “I have to unpack,” he excused himself.

“That’s okay,” Malia said.

“Hey, do you wanna come out and play later?” he asked.


In third grade, Stiles met Lydia Martin. That’s when everything changed.

“And I told my dad no way, I wasn’t wearing a dress anywhere, right….” Malia slowly stopped talking, noticing how Stiles wasn’t listening to her.

She turned in her seat at the noisy middle school cafeteria, trying to follow his gaze.

“Who are you looking at?” she asked, giving up.

“An angel,” Stiles said, his eyes glossed over with admiration.

Malia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh,” she hummed mockingly.

“No, I’m serious. Look,” he said, pointing at her direction with his PB&J sandwich.

Malia looked up and saw debatably the prettiest girl she had seen. “Wow,” she let out, only to amuse Stiles.

“She’s perfect,” he sighed.

Malia turned her head a little to see Stiles, who now looked in a daze.

Maybe it was a part of her that didn’t understand, maybe it was a part of her she wasn’t aware of, but when Stiles spent the rest of the year gushing about her, she felt a little prick in her heart. In simple, third grade terms, it made her sad.

She thought Stiles was the most handsome boy in Beacon Hills. He had the prettiest face, softest hair, and smartest brain. She would never admit it to anyone, but she quite enjoyed being his neighbor.

They would get to carpool all the time. They played together outside quite often. They were more or less joined at the hip, and she very much liked that.

But whenever Stiles went on and on about Lydia, it sucked.

Even then, Malia knew she would never be Lydia. Ever.

Her hair would never do that. Her face would never do that. She could never dress that way. She would never get a golden star on all of her papers.

She could never be what Stiles wanted.


In fourth grade, they world crashed down on them.

Both of their moms and Malia’s little sister had died.

They happened around the same time, and they were the only ones in the little town that knew exactly what they were going through.

Through the hospitals, through the funerals, lonely days, they were there for each other.

During those times, Malia would latch in to Stiles’ hand, and wouldn’t let go until it was over. He was like her rock.

Stiles was glad he could comfort Malia in any way he could and realized the relief having someone did, so he held hers back too.

Malia thought they would be friends forever. Best friends.

And at night, when the cold and darkness invaded her and everything around her, and she needed to latch to something hopeful in the future, she thought of Stiles.

She was beginning to suppress this part of her, but she hoped one day they would hold hands but not as friends. It was like a word she had studied for a vocabulary quiz. It would be non-platonic.


In fifth grade, Stiles met Scott McCall. Malia liked Scott, he was nice, however an inkling inside of her told her there wasn’t enough room in Stiles for both of them.

Malia just excused herself from everything and became seemingly reserved.

Obviously people that new her, though the opposite, but kids at school would just wonder why she never spoke.

No one did, as people thought she tended to be scary. She had lost her confidant.

Stiles and Malia considered themselves each other’s best friend, but as time went on, they came to strictly refer to each other as neighbors.

However, Malia sensed she was losing something important.

It wasn’t a lost cause, as she had met Erica and Isaac. They seemed nice enough to be friends with. They shared her sense of humor and they weren’t snobs, like every one else in Beacon Hills.

The following year, sixth grade, his dad got promoted to sheriff of Beacon Hills. The Stilinski’s disappeared to the other, newer, and nicer side of town.

It was only ten minutes if they biked, but it felt so far.

Malia couldn’t explain how she felt; it was like sand running through her fingers, and she couldn’t do anything to catch it.

“There’s a park halfway,” Stiles brought up, as they were sitting on his driveway his last day at the house. “We can split the distance.”

Malia nodded, while staring off into the distance. “Apparently there’s already moving in like right after you leave,” she commented.

“Already trying to replace me?” Stiles joked, faking a hurt expression.

“Of course, I couldn’t wait for this,” she laughed.

“Ha, ha,” Stiles fake laughed. “Well at least we’ll both have someone.”

Stiles referred to the fact she now had a new neighbor and he coincidentally moved a block away from Scott.

“Yeah,” Malia said dryly, knowing Stiles was now going to be with his absolute best friend and she had to pretend to be okay with someone moving into Stiles’ house.

She didn’t know how to tell him the weird feeling in her gut. She couldn’t figure out how to communicate with him.

“And guess how far Lydia lives away from my new house?” he asked, prompting her to guess.

“How far?” she played along.

“Three blocks away,” he grinned. “Three.”

Malia gritted her teeth. She was being booted out. A surge of jealousy ran through her. She wanted to make some mean comment. Something about her being glad he liked his new neighbor so much, but she didn’t.

She nodded and played along, just for old times’ sake.


In seventh grade, they had begun to fluctuate in their closeness of friendship.

At the beginning, they would only give each other acknowledging looks in the hallway, but then after Malia switch to advanced science, they had fifty minutes to do labs together and to catch up.

“So, welcome to the cool kids club,” Stiles teased, extending his arm to signal the class.

“I wouldn’t consider seventh grade biology very cool,” Malia replied, sliding into the seat in front of Stiles.

“Ah, I’ve missed you,” he joked sarcastically, an homage to Malia’s passive aggressive remarks.

And the for the rest of the school year, Stiles would alternate between resting his head on his hand, his face slightly tilted right, to appreciate Lydia’s grandeur.

She was just stunning. Everyday, her hair was in the same perfect ringlets and wore an ironed dress. She answered every single question right and volunteered to work every problem. She was his dream girl. They had so much in common, yet he could never talk to her.

She always left class with a purposeful walk and left him just trying to catch up with her. Anytime he wanted to discuss possibilities to study for a test, she went to ask the teacher about what an AP problem would look like.

So that left him with Malia. Which, in reality, wasn’t all that bad. For the most part they had been casual friends, mostly talking when they needed to, but they had really grown together over this year.

Malia often was lost, and Stiles was more than helpful to her. He hated the fact Malia failed most of her tests because then she would get teased my some of the kids in the class.

She was great company, yet she horribly distracted him. When he would look at the board, her wavy head of hair would always be in his peripheral.

One day the bell rung, letting the kids out of school. Stiles was eager to get home, as it was a Friday, and shoved everything in his backpack and was heading out the door. He was about to wave goodbye to Malia when she waved him over.

“Stiles can you stay a few minutes to help me do this one?” Malia asked him. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I just don’t get this.”

She ran a hand through her hair messing it up. Her fingers gripped at her scalp in frustration.

“Hey,” Stiles began, placing his hand on Malia’s for a second to remind her to let go. “It’s okay.”

Malia relaxed her grip and picked her pencil up. “I just have no idea what’s going on.”

Stiles took a seat next to her and leaned close to her to see her worksheet.

“Oh, they’re Punnet squares,” he noted. “They’re okay, you’ll get them,” he encouraged her.

As he explained, Malia looked to him, giving him a few nods every once in a while so he could know she was understanding.

Yet, the longer he explained the Punnet square to her, the less focused she was. His voice became a background noise and the beating of her heart filled her ears.

His eyes did this weird thing when he explained to her. The brown got deeper and he looked between the paper and her a lot, his eyes lingering on her at times.

And when he noticed he was taking too long just to check if she was understanding, he would pry his eyes away, blinking as if to shake the thought out of his head.

And Stiles did. He couldn’t even think about Malia like that. How could he?

He told himself it was just because it was polite to look up at her once in a while. But when he did, he would catch her dazing off at him.

It was weird to explain, to him it felt like butterflies but without to part that felt like he was on a drop ride. He felt comfortable.

Once they had somehow gotten past the explaining and the example, they both looked up at each other and locked eyes.

“Thank you,” Malia said quietly, as the teacher was still in he room.

“Yeah… Anytime,” he replied politely. “You could come over, or we could get together, or you know, something like that for a test or something,” he added, stammering.

“That’d be nice,” she said, glancing at him.

Stiles stuck his hands in his pockets, hoping Malia had more homework questions.

“So, do you wanna walk out?” Malia asked.

“Uh, yeah,” he agreed. After she swung her backpack over he shoulder, Stiles motioned forward of him. “After you,” he said.

Malia grinned at the considerate mannerism.

They ended up walking outside together, where they walked over to where they kept their bikes.

“See you tomorrow,” Malia said, waving goodbye behind her, as she pedaled slowly.

“See you,” Stiles called out to her.

He stayed just a second to watch her and he realized as soon as she was out of sight, the giddy, happy feeling in his stomach had significantly subdued for some reason.


By eighth grade, Stiles had had a growth spurt, yet he didn’t exactly tower over Malia. Her long legs helped her to only be a few inches shorter than him.

And by then, Stiles had begun to notice how pretty Malia had gotten. No longer was she made up of awkward ponytails and and capri shorts.

At times he would find himself pay more attention to things he had never noticed. It was weird, he had never even noticed how deep the brown color of her eyes were. He hadn’t taken note of how her eyes seemed to twinkle when she smiled.

Of course there thoughts weren’t sudden; the didn’t appear in his head all at once. So he never payed any attention to them. Anytime he thought of one, he just shook his head, knowing things weren’t that way.


Malia was outside, doodling in her notebook, when she heard the familiar sound of a noisy bike. She set her notebook down and started making her way to meet Stiles on the sidewalk.

He was riding so fast the chain was in danger of flying off, but he had to get to Malia as quickly as he could. He squinted as the sun was saying goodbye by shining brightly, giving the last few minutes of the day an ethereal glow.

He hopped off, threw his bike on the pavement, and ran the rest of the way to Malia.

The momentum from running made him run into her, but to avoid falling, they held each other by the shoulders.

“Stiles, are you alright?” Malia asked, alarmed by how fast he had gotten here. She looked him up and down, looking for a ny signs he had been hurt.

“Yes, yes. I’m fine,” he quickly let out. “I figured it out.”

Malia shook her head, showing she still had no idea what was going on. “hat’s wro-”

“Hush,” he shushed her, placing a finger an inch away from her face. “I know, I’ve been so worried about how to ask her and I forgot who I even wanted to ask. Which girl I wanted to go with,” he started.

Malia’s heart skipped a beat. She swallowed and pursed her lips, trying to suppress a smile. Just thinking about it made her smile for some weird reason.

She told herself she didn’t like him. Maybe it was just a lingering feeling from being when she was younger, but the thought of dancing under a cheesy disco ball with Stiles Stilinski was admittedly just a little exciting for her.

“I don’t want to ask popular Lydia. I mean she’s a snob. She’s never nice to me in front of her friends and she’s stuck up and-”

Malia nodded her head quickly, urging him to continue. Her fingers unconsciously wrapped tighter around his shoulders, waiting to hear what he had to say next.

“I mean, I want to ask normal Lydia. The one who’s valedictorian and will talk to
me in chemistry. The Lydia I love, you know?” he asked Malia.

Malia’s fingers slacked and her hands fell off of him and to her sides.

It took her a while, but she wasn’t disappointed. How could she ever think that would’ve happened; it was stupid to even think of that.

“Malia?” Stiles asked, searching her eyes for a clue to what had happened.

She blinked a couple times, re-entering reality. “That’s great,” she lied.

Stiles suddenly realized this moment wasn’t as much fun as he thought it would have been. He tried to read her, yet he couldn’t. After a few more seconds, he asked, “Did I do something?”

Malia stepped back, letting his hands fall. She couldn’t do anything to counteract the inexplicable feeling she was having. “No,” she simply stated. “Actually, I think I have to go. Goodnight,” she muttered as she retreated, picking up her notebook on the way back to her house.

By then, it was dark and Stiles was in Malia’s front years trying to figure out what he had done.


The next day at school, Stiles looked for her all over in the halls. She hadn’t waited for him and any of their usual spots, and he was growing worried.

He finally found her in the hallway in the way to English. “Malia,” he called out, making his way to her.

She turned around but as soon as she saw him, she picked her pace up and pushed the door open to the bathroom.

Stiles stopped outside, cursing Malia in his head for being like this. He knocked on the door, loudly enough so Malia could not miss it.

“Malia, I just want to talk,” he said through the door.

“Well, maybe tomorrow, I can’t right now,” she excused.

“I feel like I did something,” he said through the door, his hands wrapping around the knob.

“Everything’s fine, Stiles,” she insisted. “I was just tired last night.”

“What about now? Why are you avoiding me?” he asked, his fingers curling then curling back around the knob.

“I’m not,” she lied, not trying to sound convincing. In ordinary circumstances, she would just be honest. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

Stiles pushed the door open and Malia dropped her books, quickly making her way to Stiles.

“You can’t be here,” Malia exclaimed, trying to push him out and open the door at the same time.

However, Stiles had been quick enough to lock the door before she had noticed.

“Malia, talk to me. Or else I’m not leaving,” he stated.

Malia looked to him, already coming up with whatever lie she wanted to say.

“Nothing, I just…” she trailed off, not knowing if she wanted to speak the truth yet. “Nothing.”

She shook her head. “Stiles, we’re going to be late,” she mentioned, trying to squeeze her hand between his back and the doorknob.

“Can’t we just talk?” he asked again.

“I have to go, really,” she insisted.
She found the knob and pulled at it, only to find it locked. She looked up at him, a glare in her eyes.

“Malia, we only get one eighth grade dance. I don’t want you to be mad at me during it,” he reasoned.

Malia came up with ten million come backs in a second. Why wasn’t he after Lydia this second? What made him think of her since he had ignored her since Lydia? Shouldn’t he be asking her to the dance right about now?

“Okay,” she said, relaxing her shoulders, deciding to forgive him.

“Good,” he replied, with one of his signature friendly smiles that Malia was immune to.

“What do you need to talk about?” she asked, kneeling to pick her stuff that had fallen earlier.

“Uh,” Stiles began, dropping to his knee to
help her. “One, to make sure you weren’t mad at me. Two, I asked her.”

Malia’s shoulders visibly slumped once hearing this was about Lydia. “Really? How’d it go?” she asked, going along for his sake.

“She…,” Stiles stammered. He decided to stand up first, offer Malia a hand to stand up, and handed her her books back. “Well, she laughed at me,” he finished, rubbing the back of his neck.

Malia made a pout, empathizing with him.

“She was already going with Jackson. But it was worth a shot,” he sighed, shrugging.

“Her loss, right?” Malia said, hoping he wouldn’t mellow about it for long.

“No, my loss. I’m never going to get her, am I?” Stiles asked, his eyes glooming over. “She’ll be dancing with her boyfriend and I’ll be…”

“You can go with Scott. You two could have fun,” she suggested.

“Yeah, and have to see Lydia all night? No,” he dismissed. “Ill just stay home.”

Malia nodded her head. “I guess that works,” she said.

“Wait, what are you doing? Anyone ask you, yet?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Malia laughed. “Why are you assuming I’m going to get asked?”

Stiles opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it before he could speak. He was about to ramble. A dangerous one.
About how of course she would get asked, because of everything she was. “I don’t know, weird phrasing,” he recovered.

“Oh, yeah,” Malia said, waving it off too. “Isaac asked me, I told him no,” she explained.

“Wait, what? When?”

“Last week,” she replied.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Malia thought about how it was because she was waiting for the slight chance he would ask her. “I don’t know. I should’ve said yes,” Malia said.

“Yeah, Isaac is nice.”

“And cute. And good at math,” Malia added, turning it over.

“So is being good at math just like a must-have for you?” he teased.

She opened her eyes, faking a shocked expression at his jab. “You know what?” she mocked-threatened.

“What?” he told her, raising an eyebrow.

She squinted at him, sizing him up. She then bit back a grin, not being able to keep a serious face. The both of them burst out laughing.

“You should return the favor. Ask him,” he said once the laughing died down.

Malia shook her head, smiling. “I don’t think so. But we should go. Not together, but we should go,”

“I was actually going to take your idea. I think I’ll go with Scott to spy on Lydia,” he said, turning blue with the mention of her name.

“No, Stiles. We can still have fun. Who needs Lydia?” she rambled, trying everything she could to make him smile.

She checked her watch. “We’re already ten minutes late to this class,” she said, walking out of the bathroom while she pulled him to the vending machine and pressed three precious dollars in his hands. “Anything you want. On me,” she compensated.

Stiles gave her an uneasy look, yet with a grateful smile.

“We can have a better, funner prom then everyone here. We don’t need anyone,” she said, ignition behind her eyes.

“You’re right,” said Stiles, but only half-convincingly.

“Wear what you were planning to. Meet me at my place at eight,” she told him, leaving to the closest tardy station.


When Stiles got to her house, he followed the noise he heard inside the Tates’ old barn house. Malia had told him, they never had had any animals, but it was used to keep a lot of their old stuff.

“Malia?” he asked.

“Here,” she said, from behind a couch on the wall. “I’m just turning on the lights.”

And once she stepped out, the roof was illuminated by a few string lights. Most of the the light came through the cracks in the ceiling, letting in moon and starlight.

One side had a table lined with a few boxes of Girl Scout cookies Malia said she had found and there was a speaker playing “Top 40s”.

“This looks nice,” Stiles admired.

“Thanks,” Malia said, though she had just thrown it together and it didn’t even look that great.

For a while they danced, ate, then danced again.

Then in the shuffle of the playlist, a slow song came on.

Both of them froze, looking between the ground and themselves, seeing if either of them was courageous to make a move.

They let half of the song go by and realizing they wouldn’t mind dancing to it.

“So,” Stiles started, mustering his courage up to not be awkward. “Would you like to dance with me?”

They decided it didn’t matter, as no one was there to tease them.

At first, they couldn’t figure it out. Malia tried stepping into his arms, but they decided a swaying hug wasn’t necessarily the right way.

Then Stiles tried placing a hand in her back and clasped her hand in his, holding it up, like he had seen in movies. The voted against it because their arms had gotten tired.

Next they were running short on ideas and Stiles suggested the try what they had suggested in the information presentation for the dance. They placed their hands on each other’s sides, but it felt weird, their arms sticking out straight. There was also enough room between them for two other kids.

“Here,” Malia said, coming up with something. She stepped close to him, leg this arms were they were on her side, but she moved her arms up around his neck.

They swayed to the next song, then the one after that.

“Stiles?” Malia asked, her head resting in his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he asked, mindlessly twirling his thumb around the ends of her hair.

“Why do you like her so much?” she questioned.

Malia felt Stiles shrug.

“I mean, she’s just so mean to you and you just let her treat you like that, Stiles,” she complained

“It’s fine,” Stiles said, no conviction behind his voice.

Malia took a breath, wanting to argue that he wasn’t deserving of being ignored like that, but she just let it out, shaky and uneven.

Stiles’ heart faltered thinking about what Malia had said, wondering what would cause her to say that to him. Then he thought about how Malia could probably hear his heart speed up, maybe even feel it, since her ear was against his chest.

Malia picked the corners of her mouth a little hearing the speeding of his heart. It was just noticeable, not enough to alarm her. The moment was just so peaceful, she closed her eyes for the next song.


Ninth grade rolled around.

“Malia,” Stiles yelled, pushing the door of the restaurant open.

Her head immediately picked up. She couldn’t wait another second. “Did you get it?” she asked.

He fished his wallet out of his jeans and fumbled trying to get it out.

Malia beamed as he held it to her face. “This is unreal,” she gasped.

“I know, I barely passed,” Stiles laughed. “I think I was speeding the whole time.”

Stiles knew it was a big deal too. Having a license was the best thing that could have happened to anyone in high school, except prom.

But he knew he had so many privileges now. Because his dad worked most nights and he could drive, he wasn’t confined to his house.

“But you passed!” Malia said, giddy. “I think celebratory burgers are in order.”

“Yes, I’m starved,” he agreed. “Let’s sit.”

He led them past a few tables, choosing one in the back, where they could talk.

“Also, I can’t mention my license in front of Lydia. Jackson doesn’t have one,” Stiles told Malia.

“So she’ll fall right into your arms, nice,” she replied absentmindedly, leafing through the menu.

She had definitely gotten over her crush thing on Stiles. More or less for the reason that if she didn’t like him, him talking about Lydia couldn’t hurt her anymore.

“I know, can’t wait,” Stiles continued, though a sigh.

“Anyway, guess what happened in chemistry?” Malia began, changing the subject.

Stiles looked up from the menu. “Let’s hear it.”

A few minutes later, when they had already ordered their food and decided to pay for it right away. They decided to sneak out and indulge in their burgers and fries some other place.

“Separate tabs?” the waitress asked, handing them their to-go boxes.

“Ye-” Malia began to say, taking a five dollar bill from her pocket.

“No, thank you,” he told the waitress. “It’s okay, I got it,” he said to Malia.

The corners of Malia’s moth began to turn upward. She pressed her lips together, to avoid a full blown grin. She had figured it was just something nice. I mean she had heard his dad tell him about a thousand times to be chivalrous and to behave as a gentleman. It couldn’t have been any different.

Once the waitress walked away, Malia slid her five dollar bill across the table to Stiles. “Here you go.”

Stiles shook his head, sliding the money back. “My treat,” he smiled.

“I feel bad, though. I don’t know, I don’t like when friends pay for me,” she admitted, slowly pushing it in her pockets.

“Then, think of it as a date,” Stiles shrugged. He immediately looked down, knowing what he said was risky.

Malia realized she stopped breathing for a second.

Stiles looked up because Malia hadn’t said anything, but he let out a laugh, watching her face. “I’m kidding,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, totally,” Malia laughed, trying to sound convincing. He hadn’t asked for her money after he said he was kidding.

“Ready to go?” he asked, grabbing the boxes in one hand.

“Yeah, where are we going?”

“Scott told me of this place, it’s in the woods, but it’s like a clearing. He said it’s really nice and quiet and I don’t know. I need a break from the world,” he answered.

“Scott just stumbled into the middle of the woods?”

“No, he found it with Kira.” Once they had reached the door, Stiles pushed it open, holding it for Malia.

“So, are they like dating now?” Malia asked, walking through.

“I have no idea. He’s so vague about it, but I definitely think so.”

Once they had managed to get there, they turned the engine off.

“What if there’s a monster this deep in the woods?” Malia pondered, looking for Stiles reaction in the dark.

Stiles scoffed. “Alright, sure,” he replied sarcastically.

“You never know,” she shrugged.

“I know you’re delusional,” he joked.

“You know you love me,” Malia returned.

“Yeah,” Stiles admitted. As soon as his answer had processed in his mind, he stopped in his tracks. But he didn’t really try to correct it.


In tenth grade, both of them were, conflicted to say the least.

Malia was at the point in which she had gotten over Stiles. She wondered why she spent so many sleepless nights thinking about loosing his friendship that turned to late nights thinking about why he couldn’t love her the way he loved Lydia.

She decided enough was enough. And as soon as she opened her eyes, she had realized more boys other than Stiles existed.

She though Scott was adorable. He was a boyish charm and was so bright, was wise behind his years, and had a cute crooked chin.

Isaac apparently had liked her since he moved next door to her. He had this mysterious allure, which made him seem so much more attractive.

Theo was dangerous, always in detention, yet seemed to behave when he was talking to Malia.

And what all of them had in common, was their mixed feeling for her. They all were attracted to her, to varying degrees, of course. But this made Malia realize there was more to high school boys than her old childhood friend.

Stiles still thought he loved Lydia at the beginning of the year. But it felt different. It felt out of habit. Like he had to tell himself to get nervous when she walked by or excited when she asked to compare calculus homework.

He realized for sure things had taken a weird twist when he saw Isaac next to Malia’s locker, obviously flirting with her.

He apparently told her someone to make her laugh, because she laughed, shook her head, then ruffled her hair, all while leaning against a locker, looking ever so charming, as always.

Malia barely noticed his attempt at flirting with her, as she was still laughing.

He would never say anything to Malia, but this sort of pissed him off. And what sucked the most, is that he couldn’t figure out why.

He walked over to them, without really a plan. He didn’t know Isaac too well, and the three of them never hung out so this was ought to be a little awkward. But Stiles had to stop it, whatever it was.

“Hey, guys,” Stiles intruded, interrupting Isaac.

“Hi, Stiles,” Malia greeted. Isaac simply nodded.

“So, what’s up?” he attempted to start a conversation.

Malia looked above at the clock and exhaled a sharp breath. “I totally forgot I have to meet my presentation group a little early. I’ll see you too later,” she told them, taking off.

In a way, Stiles felt easy now. Malia was gone and Isaac couldn’t talk to her. Now, he was just faced with the fact that he was stuck with Isaac, at least until the passing period was over.

“Hey,” Isaac started, being the first to break the few seconds of silence. “So, you’re pretty close to Malia, right?”

He shifted his weight uncomfortably.

Stiles thought for a second and nodded. “Best friends since second grade.”

“I think I’m going to ask her out,” he explained. “What do you think?”

Stiles’ heart dropped to his stomach. In a way, he had been suspicious of what Isaac wanted. And he would’ve totally helped him, under any other circumstances, but he wouldn’t.

“I don’t think she’s really looking for anyone,” he lied.

“Really?” Isaac questioned, disappointment behind his voice. “I thought she was into me.”

Stiles’ throat closed up. “Oh.”

He chewed on his lip, deciding if he wanted to know more. “Yeah? How come?”

Isaac lost his cool aura, turning completely smitten. “I don’t know. She just always, you know, ‘misses the bus’ so I have to take her to school, she’ll always ask to study together after school, that fake annoyed look he gives. When she’s like squinting at you then bursts out laughing. I’m pretty sure that’s flirting. And then she would-”

Then Isaac’s voice faded into the white noise of the hallway. All he could remember were memories of years of carpooling, both of them riding in the back of his dad’s car, driving to school. Moments of childish mischievousness in bathrooms, arguing about dates. Countless evenings studying seventh grade biology.

Isaac waved a hand in front of his face. “You still here, man?”

Stiles blinked, focusing again. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I mean that’s flirting, right? She was trying to drop hints or something. But, I mean, even if it was unconscious flirting, it still means something,” he tried explaining.

“Yeah…” he said, suddenly losing focus again.

And just like the memories that rushed through him, so did countless times he felt… things for her.

“Isaac?” he said, looking up from the floor.

“Yeah?” he asked, fearing he was going to faint.

“Don’t ask her out,” he told him, before walking away.

That incident alone was enough to make him to leave him uneasy the rest of the day, but when Malia got in the car with him to drive home, he couldn’t push it down anymore.

It was like this bubbling inside of him, wanting to come out, wanting to do something about it.

He wanted to talk to her about it. Was she really flirting with Isaac? Had she been flirting with him to?


“Where are you applying to?” Stiles asked, typing away in his computer, working on his own application.

He was working on the chair pulled up to the desk, while Malia laid down on the couch across.

“I don’t really know,” Malia said, doodling on her college brochures.

He stopped his typing. “What do you mean you don’t really know?”

“Exactly that.”

“Malia, applications are due in like two weeks. How are going to get everything in time?” he asked, closing his computer.

“I don’t even know what I want to do, Stiles,” she said, her voice evident of stress.

Stiles stood up to walk to the couch Malia was on. He picked her legs up so he could sit, then put them over his legs. “Come on, we got to find out,” he urged.

“Isn’t it weird we might stop talking in a few years?”

Stiles turned to her and gave her a weird look. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, throwing her head back, looking at the ceiling.

“Maliaaa, we have to figure this out, come on,” he pressured her, tapping her shin.

She shook her head no, as she rolled over on her side, pulling her knees to her chest. “I think I’m just going to take a nap,” she announced.

“Why are you like this?” he asked rhetorically, laughing a little bit.

Once Malia didn’t reply, he rested the back of his head on the couch. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why she was acting this way.

He looked to his side, only to see her eyes wide open, staring off into his living room. He hopped down to the floor, and slid to where their faces were meeting. “What’s wrong?”

Malia blinked a few times, focusing on his eyes. Sometimes she thought if she tried hard enough, she could state right into him and see what he was made up of. Instead, she could only get as far as seeing her reflection in his pupils. “Nothing’s wrong. The future is just scary.”

Stiles nodded, not disagreeing with her. “It’s not so bad, though. At least you won’t have to see any of our teachers again after two years.”

“I don’t want to choose a college across the country from here,” she admitted. It was to far from home. “I don’t want you to go across the county either.”

“Putting it off, isn’t going to do any good,” he warned her.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“Malia, you’re freaking me of what’s wrong? Why are you talking about no seeing each other; we still have one and a half years left,” he interrogated.

“I don’t know. Regardless of time, one of us is gonna leave.”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but it’s a long time away,” he reassured.

Her heart felt heavy. With every application filled out, he admitted his desire to expand his horizons, to leave.

He always left. He left her when he moved. He left her for Scott. He left her for Lydia. College wasn’t anything but one more wedge between them.

She pushed herself off the couch, and started gathering her papers. “I should probably go home, my dad should be expecting me,” she said.

Malia always did this. She shut herself out so quickly, before she could even explain what was bothering her, before they could talk it out.

Stiles followed her to the table, setting his hand on her wrist, stopping her. “You got me. Always,” he comforted her.

Malia nodded her head, pushing past him. “I know,” she let out, not very sure of it.

“Malia, you’re my person. I would never just leave you,” he called out to her, as she was sliding her shoes on in the foyer.

She thought about telling him about the times he did. She didn’t see a point in it.

He stepped into the foyer, coming closer to her, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

Malia liked Stiles’ hugs the best. He was her confidant even if she had doubted him in the past. This just felt inexplicably different.

“You know my plan. My dream, the vision, I’ve always talked about?” he asked her.

Malia nodded her head against his chest. “I remember.”

“You’ve been in it. Since ever.”


Now they had been wrapping senior year up, on their way to a graduation party.

“So does this mean we’re like-” Stiles asked, trailing off.

They are walking from the convenience store to pick up chips, when Stiles realized they were holding hands. Of course, they had been holding hands, been going on dates, it felt like they were.

“I think so?” Malia answered.

“Okay,” Stiles said, talking through a smile. “I owe Scott thirty dollars.”

“That’s random, how come?”

“He told me we’d end up going out. And I said no. I argued that you can be just friends with someone,” he explained.

“Well, Scott is a wise man,” she said, opening the door to the Jeep.

“Hey, so we’re still on for this weekend?” Stiles asked, to confirm, once he was in the car too.

Malia nodded, leaning over the console to plant a kiss on his cheek.


“Yeah?” he asked, looking at her before starting the engine.

Malia couldn’t help but looking at him, knowing he was falling in love, even as disgustingly cheesy it was.

She forgot what she wanted to say from the butterflies she got. “Sorry, I forgot.”

Stiles grinned at her. A little voice in his head wouldn’t shut up about it, Malia Tate was his girlfriend. It was happening.


“Sometimes it just works out, and you have no idea how,” Stiles’ dad told him.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Stiles exhaled in relief, as he opened his acceptance letter from his preferred college.

“I checked. Two hours from Malia’s,” his dad added.

“No way, are you serious?” he asked in disbelief, while spooning cereal in his mouth.

“You know, I’m kind of psychic,” the sheriff mentioned, opening the newspaper.

“Oh yeah?”

“I knew you and Malia would end up together. I told your mom. Even Tate. They saw it too,” he admitted.

“Oh, God, since when?” he asked, a little embarrassed.

“Oh, I don’t know, basically since ever,” he laughed. “Something’s are meant to happen.”

LEGION Recap: 1x05

Well catch me laugh-whimpering to myself for days after watching THIS ONE, woof. Legion does horror, Tarra done lost her mind.

Season 1, ‘Chapter 5’

Fall has come to Summerland.

Rain is pattering through the evergreens, which have been slowly dropping loose needles and branches on the MRI machine in the lawn, making it start to look like some old Dharma Initiative pod. Appreciated.

Cary watches with intense anxious focus as they bring Kerry in on a stretcher. “Oh careful careful,” he whispers to himself. How about be careful with my HEART, Cary. This unendurable sweetpea!

Like a taut string has suddenly been cut, he wheels around and into his lab to help them in. The audio goes muffled immediately, the first of what will be many sound manipulations in this, A Very Auditory Episode.

“David,” Melanie calls through the hush a few times, until he walks over to where she’s standing on the other side of the glass. “I met your husband,” he replies in his mind. Oh BABE, you can send now! Oh my cracked little Xavier. “He’s a…Beat poet?” David asks curiously, but Melanie just gives him a sort of inscrutably terrified expression and glides off stage left.

Actually come to think of it, the fact that Oliver and Melanie are married is bewildering and wonderful. Hahahaha.

Later, Syd finds David sitting alone on a dock, as they so oft do. Two points of interest:

1. This dock is way crooked now, oh fuck me up with this MAGICAL REALISM. The season changing and now all this structural weathering — the sense that so much has happened in the seemingly week or so since David has left Clockworks that the environment is reflecting it.

2. In a whole run of incomprehensible outfits, this is easily David’s best look yet, omg, what is happening, I’m delighted.

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Congratulations, I Hate You - Jaebum
Part 2 // End

He was so cold towards you. Sure, you were debuting with a group of girls who trained for years when you only trained for 8 months, but it still didn’t make sense to you why he’d hate you so much for that reason. It’s obvious that he’s close with the group members you were going to debut with, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse to be so rude to you. As for the girls, they were still awkward around you since you’re so new. It’s as if they’re unwilling to let you in on the click. To be honest, you were lonely. You felt like it was almost not worth debuting because you didn’t feel welcomed. The only ones who at least talked to you were 15&’s Jimin, Got7’s Jackson, and BamBam. A few others acknowledged you, but they always went their own ways after.

Today, you had to face him again. The struggle was, you’re his dance partner for one of Got7’s new piece. You couldn’t avoid it because JYP himself believed it was a great opportunity to get you out there so fans would notice you. Not wanting to disappoint, you arrived early to the dance room. Even though it wasn’t time yet, if he was there before you, you were considered late. He was hard-headed like that. You entered the room with a heavy heart, but once you saw that he wasn’t there, you sighed a relief as you sunk against the wall. Your eyes closed for a couple seconds, in hope to get a little nap in before he arrived.

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You know what would be cool...

So, In the past week or so I’ve been going through the Su critical tag and I feel so great about it for various reasons. One piece of criticism I’ve seen is how the show has basically out grown  it’s format. Like focusing only on Steven’s point of view combined with the constant switching between plot heavy and slice of life has really dragged down the quality of the story line. I mean Su used to be a master of tying in world building with the slice of life and hinting at a bigger overarching plot, but the world has been built now and I think it’s time to explore it.

I don’t think I ever wrote a post about this theory, so I’ll try to summarize. During season 1 and following into season 2, I always believed that part of the reason the beach city residents got so much attention was because the humans would play a large part in fighting against homeworld when they returned. I took Sadie poofing a corrupted gem, Connie learning to sword fight, and even the Cool Kids messing with Peridot’s pod as clues that the series was heading in that direction. I thought that episodes like the one where the gems bonded with the pizza family were  signs of a future alliance with Steven linking everyone together.

Recently I’ve kind of lost hope for that because I’m not sure homeworld is coming and even if they are, the development of the human characters– well all the characters really, has become stunted. The crew doesn’t seem to want to develop characters off screen (well except for Lapis  & Peridot), so everyone has to wait around for Steven to make a return for a significant thing to happen. And really this didn’t use to bother me, but it changed from people developing over time to people only developing at certain time and before I go off on another tangent let me move into my main point.

The crew has all these stories they want to juggle, but are trapped by their format, so if I was in charge of the show I’d break the characters up into groups. First rewind all the way back to Log Date 7 15 2 (Oh wow, that was the end of the second season I didn’t realize so much time had passed.)

So at this point in the series there are three problems, all which were solved really quickly when I think about it.

Problem #1: Malachite is roaming around somewhere

Problem #2: The Cluster is set to emerge soon

Problem #3: The Cluster experiments are still roaming around(and for that matter so are the corrupted gems. Like if they’re drawn to other gems are supposed to believe that they don’t go to the temple even when the crystal gems aren’t there and aren’t trying to get to the cluster because that’s a massive hunk of gem. Anyway!)

So within the first 5 episodes of season 3, Malachite is taken care of, the cluster is taken care of, Lapis decides to stay on earth and her initial mistrust of Peridot is tossed aside and they become roommates, and the Rube5 show up and go away. And for the rest of season 3 conflicts are solved as quickly as they appear. So basically I’d almost completely rewrite season 3 by breaking up the cast.

A Team (The Crystal Gems w/o Steven): They’re off to solve problem #1. So instead of Steven getting the dream where Malachite is right away, they find some evidence where she might be somehow. For example humans have been having Malachite sightings, and Team A finds out about it maybe from Steven because of Team C(we’ll get there). Maybe they could even encounter Malachite a couple of times before Super Watermelon Island. Like we need Malachite rampaging around and destroying stuff(as a representation of Lapis and Jasper’s toxic relationship), so the gems are forced to go after her. Then we can explore their relationships more honestly because obviously Steven has only scratched the surface.

B Team (Steven, Lion, Peridot, and Connie): The cluster situation can be resolved in the same way as before because they’re is not much to do there. Instead I propose that B Team takes over the Crystal Gems old duties while they’re away. Basically we use the gems being off to find Malachite as a way for Steven to experience the world he’s been sheltered from first hand and for Connie and Peridot to get their Crystal Gem training. Peridot  gets a chance to see the real damage homeworld has done and Connie gets to be part of the adventure. Basically B Team could really explore the Su world and we could get a deeper understanding of the history behind it. We could have Steven discovering his powers and getting to put them to use.

C Team (Basically the residents of Beach City): So going back to my tangent earlier, both the corrupted gems and gem experiments are drawn to the gems and the temple, right? So then they should be arriving in Beach City. We can still have the slice of life human development, but with it still connecting to the overall plot. What happens if a corrupted gem arrives in Beach City while the gems and Steven are away. How is music involved in the corruption and could it possibly used to help them? Could human music be used as some sort of weapon against homeworld? I imagine the younger residents of Beach City would be the ones to lead this fight. Ronaldo’s blog could be a source in the tracking down Malachite until Steven has his Super Watermelon Island vision.

That’s what I’d do anyway.

A Series of Unfathomable Feelings (5/10)

AU Rommate!Steve x Reader

Summary: After Bucky decides to move in with his long-time girlfriend, Steve has to look for another roommate. But destiny, or rather Bucky, will set him with someone less boring than Steve intended.

Word Count: 1,953

Warnings: Language, Sexual References, Kissing (hehe)

A/N: Forelsket (Norwegian) is the euphoric feeling you experience when you are first falling in love.

(cross-posted to Ao3)

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Originally posted by forassgard

A week or so after, what Wanda liked to call, the ice cream incident, Bucky barged into your flat as if he still lived there. Dot scolded him and apologised to you and Steve, her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she crossed the living room.

“Hell no!” Bucky shouted when he saw you in your pyjamas in front of the television and Steve sitting in a chair near the sofa, reading a book. “Guys, even my grandparents have more fun than you.” He snickered. You both rolled your eyes and returned to your screen and book.

“Let’s go to the fair!” Dot beamed before you shoved popcorn into your mouth, looking at her with very little excitement.

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Only One Heart

As requested by Anonymous. Enjoy, dear!

Eleven x Reader (Doctor Who)

Warnings: Angssssssssstttttttt. And also, silly dancing.

Word count: 1,498

“Why so glum, Y/N?”

The Doctor’s voice snaps you out your stupor; you had been staring at the ketchup dispenser for quite some time, leaning against the railing with your arms folded over your chest trying like mad to decide when exactly it was that these feelings developed. You knew he wouldn’t, maybe even couldn’t like you back, but that didn’t stop your heart from latching onto the strange man and his floppy hair, his gangly limbs, that silly bowtie. In fact, all that made him all the more endearing.

“Glum? Who’s glum?” you say, relaxing immediately despite how unnatural it felt.

“You’re glum,” he says, pointing his finger into the middle of your face. “You’re sitting there, staring at the ketchup, all… glum-like. So, the question is, why are you so glum?”

“I’m not glum,” you reply, forcing a laugh.

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So I was never actually part of the event, but as a member of the cp fandom who is thoroughly enjoying the works coming out of the secret santa exchange, I would like to dedicate this drabble to the @captiveprince–ss admin! Thanks so much for putting this together!

Warning: mentions of prostitution

“This is really embarrassing. I’m a cop investigating a prostitution ring undercover as a prostitute and you’re a cop undercover as a patron and wow it turns out we’ve been investigating each other this entire time” AU

If you had asked Laurent several months ago, when he had started his investigation, where he would be right now, it wouldn’t take a detective to know that he wouldn’t say here. He wouldn’t have even guessed at the possibility that he would be sitting in a chair outside the task manager’s office, cursing both his own stupidity and the stupidity of whoever was responsible for such a colossal oversight.

He had heard of two detectives being placed in the same territory for a major case, so that there was less chance of both of them switching sides over the course of the investigation. But even that was rare. It was unheard of for two top investigators to be placed, not only on the same case, but unaware of each other, in opposing personas. Laurent pursed his lips in compressed rage and humiliation. How had anyone even possibly thought that this would end in any way other than-

It was Damen, sitting in the chair beside him, who spoke the words first. “So, you’re not a prostitute.”

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Tutor Love - Wally West x Reader - Part Two

Originally posted by through-the-thorns-to-the-stars

Part One

Requested by Anon - second part of Tutor Love

“I’m glad you surprised me with this picnic, Wally,” you said, leaning across the picnic basket to place a kiss on his cheek. “I really needed a break from studying.” It had been two years since Wally had first asked you out, and your relationship was still going strong. You had stopped tutoring Bart, and were working on your master’s degree in Literature. Currently, you had been studying until Wally magically appeared in your dorm room with a picnic basket on one arm and a folded blanket on the other.

“Well, I thought you could use a surprise after all the studying you have been doing lately,” Wally explained, catching your lips with his before you pulled away from him. You gave him a guilty smile, knowing you had been pretty busy lately. 

“I’m sorry I have been so busy lately,” you admitted guiltily as Wally opened the basket.

He took out the drinks, giving you one while taking three for himself. Hyper-metabolism, you thought with a smile. “It’s alright, Babe. I understand,” Wally replied, throwing you a playful wink that still made you blush even after all this time. You started to laugh when you saw Wally pulling out Subway sandwiches.

“Didn’t trust your cooking I see,” you teased, taking the wrapped sandwich from Wally. He turned to pull out three more for himself.

“After last time when I made the sandwiches explode, I decided to play it safe,” Wally responded, kissing your cheek again. 

“I still can’t believe you mixed baking soda and vinegar together in the sandwiches,” you remarked, unwrapping your sandwich. You licked your lips when you found it was your favorite one. 

Wally blushed at the memory. “Well, Bart had switched out the salt with the baking soda. He thought it would be funny.” He unwrapped his first sandwich before taking a huge bite. 

“Little sneak,” you said, giggling at the memory of Bart’s mischief. It seemed Bart was always trying to trick Wally, and you thought it was cute. You knew Bart only did it because he looked up to Wally.

“You have no idea,” Wally replied, though it came out distorted by the food in his mouth. You shook your head at him before taking a bite of your own sandwich. Finding a picnic with your boyfriend to be just the thing you needed after the stress of studying. 

Wally was a bundle of nerves. He had planned this picnic for weeks, preparing each and every detail. Of course, Wally had rarely ever planned your dates together so detailed, because it was against his nature. However, today is different. Today was going to be something special.

Your relationship was going well, just as Bart had predicted long ago. Wally had done what Bart said he should do, and he was ready to take the next step. He was planning to propose to you today. 

While Wally sensed doing this when you were so focused on your studies would be a bad idea, but he felt the time was right. It also didn’t help that Bart had been hinted that he should propose for the last two months. Thus, today was going to be the day.

Once you had both finished eating, you laid out on the blanket with Wally’s head resting in your lap. You were stroking his hair, which he loved. After about an half in hour, Wally felt the time was right. 

“I got something for you,” Wally began, sitting up to dig through the basket. You raised a curious eyebrow at him. 

“You do?” you asked, sitting up to peek over his shoulder and into the basket. Wally moved to the side, blocking your view. 

“I did,” Wally replied, giving you a playful smile before taking out a carefully wrapped package. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had his mother wrap it to make sure it would be perfect for you. You gasped as he handed it to you.

“Wow, Wally did you wrap this?” you praised, gazing at him with shining eyes. His heart stopped beating for a moment at your beauty. 

Wally looked down at the ground sheepishly. “Well…”

“You don’t have to answer,” you interrupted him, sending him a knowing look. “I appreciate the effort.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before ripping into your present. Tossing the wrapping paper away, you stared down at the copy of Black Beauty Wally had bought on your first date two years ago. When you didn’t say anything, Wally tried to prompt you.

“What do you think?” Wally asked, bending his head down to meet your eyes. You slowly raised your gaze, while your hand stroked the cover lovingly. 

“This is amazing,” you mumbled before you crinkled your brow in confusion. “But you already gave me a copy last Christmas.”

Wally nodded slowly. “Yes, I did, but this is something different. Open it.” You cocked your head at him before opening the front cover of the book to find a small jewelry book cut into the pages of the book. Gasping at the sight, you carefully picked the box out of the book to hold it in the palm of your hand. The book was dropped to the ground, the pages flapping in the wind.

“What is this, Wally?” you breathed, your eyes wide with wonder. Wally took the box from your hand, forcing you to look at him. 

“(Y/N), I have loved you since the first time I saw you. You showed me a side to life that I never understood before. I can’t think of how much you changed my life for the better by simply being here with me,” Wally confessed, breaking out into a grin when he saw the mixture of surprise, love, and joy on your face. He cleared his throat before continuing. “You are so far out of my league, I can’t believe that you are mine. I love you more than everything else in the world, and I ask you this with my entire heart. (Y/N), will you marry me?”

Wally opened the jewelry box, showing the ring he had carefully and painstakingly picked out weeks ago. You gasped, your mouth dropping open at the sight. “Wow,” you whispered as you couldn’t find your voice. “I never thought this would happen to me.” Tears stung Wally’s eyes at your words, but he blinked them away. 

“Are you going to give me an answer?” Wally inquired, looking down at the ring before meeting your eyes once again. He lifted one of his hands to brush away the tears that began to run down your face. 

“Yes,” you cried with joy. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You wrapped your arms around Wally, pulling him into a breath-stealing hug. Wally gasped in surprise at first before returning the hug with as much vigor as you had. He whispered sweet-nothings into your ear as he felt the wetness from your tears dampen his shirt. Once you had calmed down a little, you scolded him friskily, “You weren’t supposed to just surprise me like this.”

Wally just beamed at you in response, as he pulled back from the hug to place a kiss on your lips and take the ring from the box. “I’m sorry,” he apologized without meaning it. You shook your head at him as he took your hand to slip the beautiful sparkly ring on your finger. Staring at the ring for a moment, you recaptured his lips in yours.

You would have continued kissing for quite sometime if a gust of wind hadn’t knocked you both over. 

“So, did you do it yet?” Bart asked, suddenly appearing right next to you and Wally. You both jumped apart in surprise. Bart looked back and forth between the both of you before his eyes fell on your ring. He grabbed your hand to get a better look. “Wow, how much did you spend on this ring? You didn’t spend this much in my future.”

“This isn’t your future, Bart,” Wally grumbled while you chuckled at the situation. In Bart’s future, Wally and you were supposed to be already married and having your first child by now. “And I told you not to show up here.”

“I know,” Bart whined, bouncing from foot to foot. “But I couldn’t wait any longer, and you were both moving sooooooo slowly.” He studied the ring on your finger. “This ring is so crash.”

You smiled at him, while Wally scowled. “I trust you approve?”

“Of course, I approve,” Bart answered, smirking at the both of you. “I’m the one who introduced you.” Bart dropped your hand to dig through the picnic basket. “Now…what did you save for me?” You and Wally traded a tolerating glance before you both watch Bart find the part of your sandwich you weren’t able to finish. Leaning over as Bart gobbled the food, you kissed Wally’s lips before whispering in his ear a promise for a proper celebration later.