i swear that i took a freaking long time to finish this

anonymous asked:

How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE

I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power 

Yoosung: 

✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL 
✮ he screamed 
✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up 
✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head 
✮ and you don’t know what to do 
✮ you kind of want to cry 
✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head 
✮ until 
✮ “rika never did things like this!!”
✮ oh 
✮ of course
✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika 
✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different 
✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung 
✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt 
✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you 
✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay 
✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag
✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay 
✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face 
✮ you sigh and stop for a moment 
✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better 
✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times 
✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started 
✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you 

Jaehee: 

✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much 
✎ she was working overtime at the cafe 
✎ so much that she practically lived there 
✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours 
✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home 
✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her
✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop 
✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan 
✎ she gets so cold 
✎ she wants none of it 
✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit 
✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done 
✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it 
✎ but she’s so worked up 
✎ and she says that you can’t 
✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside 
✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out 
✎ she’s calling you constantly 
✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts 
✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home 
✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual 
✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” 
✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming 
✎ she felt so bad 
✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better 
✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) 
✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe) 

Zen: 

✿ he was working 
✿ of course 
✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple 
✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast 
✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) 
✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed 
✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar 
✿ as you were walking home, upset 
✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates 
✿ he doesn’t notice you at first 
✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life 
✿ you hear him 
✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is 
✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ 
✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away 
✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember 
✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him 
✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” 
✿ he’s so shocked like 
✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face 
✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely 
✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom 
✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover 
✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out 
✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is
✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again 

Jumin: 

₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father 
₩ but he was getting so controlling 
₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say 
₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react 
₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself 
₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together 
₩ but jumin is fuming 
₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah 
₩ you’re just so shocked 
₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” 
₩ “that’s who you should be!” 
₩ silence. 
₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything 
₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks 
₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself 
₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant 
₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head 
₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out 
₩ when you get up the next morning 
₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest 
₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red 
₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished 
₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters 
₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up 
₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit 
₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

✞ he was doing it again
✞ he was trying to push you away 
✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ 
✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways 
✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ 
✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) 
✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground 
✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked 
✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away 
✞ he feels like less than shit 
✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. 
✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) 
✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been 
✞ how you deserve so much better 
✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. 
✞ you were the light. you were everything 
✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth 
✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared 
✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet 
✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made 
✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it.
✞ you sit with him and talk together 
✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better 
✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be 

V/Jihyun:

☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll 

Can You Keep It? [j.j]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Title: Can You Keep It?
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle
Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :(
Word Count: 1,185
Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all)
Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship.
A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name


The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.

Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.

Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.

On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.

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Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out


Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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Falling Deeper

Originally posted by 13reasonssource


Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “Hiii LOVE UR BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH IT HURTS❤️❤️, i was wondering if you could write a justin x reader imagine, where the reader and Justin have been friends for a long time and everyone thinks they’re dating but they’re not. Like they would flirt, have inside jokes, feeling for each other(but won’t admit) and one day when Justin asks the reader to crash in her house cuz of Seth they confess their feelings and flufff”

Words: 2.000

A/N: OMG! This my first Justin imagine and I so loved this little nugget too. Thank you for your support and I hope that you like this one too. Thank you so much for your request and, if you want, please don’t hesitate to leave a feedback in my ask box.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/M/N) is Your Mother’s Name, talking of family issues, swearing.


“Am I seeing you tomorrow, Jus?” You confidently asked your best friend as you decided to go directly home after your classes. You were in the hallway, in front of your now-closed locker.

“Of course, pretty.” He winked at you and you let out a loud laugh. He was a great flirt and that was one of the characteristics you loved in Justin.

“Shut up, sweet talker!” You tried to cover the romantic excitement that flowed in your veins and he just hugged you as he knew that you loved it whenever he would compliment you.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you as you nodded for several times to answer. You hugged him back.

“Just get together already!” Your friend Jessica exclaimed as she got through you and Justin along the hallway. She winked and you saw that Sherie agreed with her. They were surely making their way to the gym for the cheerleading practice.

“But they’re already together.” Zach shouted to the girls as he shut his locker and followed them.

“Idiots!” You shouted as you broke the hug between the two of you. “I’m going now, Mr. Foley.”

“Alright, Mrs. Foley.” You both laughed loudly. He started to call you in that way, because you both had to pretend that you were husband and wife the day before. Some maniacs were trying to hit on you and he came up with that idea, it sucked but you loved it.

“You should take care too, okay? Don’t break a bone during your basketball practice.” You reminded him after you left a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Mum!” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your temple. With that kiss, you felt protected and it felt that Justin was with you, even though he’s not walking you home that day.

“Go on or you’ll be late.” You smiled at him as you both went in separated ways.

“Text me as soon as you get home, okay?” He walked in backwards as he wanted to see if you were already walking away.

“Yes, sir!” You huffed as you wanted to stay with him a little longer, but you had projects to finish and coach Patrick never let people to enter the gym during his teams’ practices.

You slowly walked back home and Justin never left your thoughts. He stayed in your mind even when you were doing your homework.

You loved Justin, because who wouldn’t, and he made you happy every time. He could be considered as an asshole by some students, but you knew that he had a kind heart. He could be weak too, mostly when it came to his family, but you always knew how to cheer him up and how to mend his broken heart.

People has always thought that you were together, because you couldn’t be you without Justin and Justin couldn’t be him without you. You completed each other, even though you were just best friends. You flirted and sometimes people mistook your actions, but you never admitted your feelings to him. You were obviously shy to admit it, you thought that it was flustering because you didn’t know if he felt the same towards you, even though his friends said that the feeling was mutual.

“(Y/N)!” Your mum called as dinner was ready and you didn’t notice it as you were so focused on finishing your Communications’ project and thinking of Justin. “Dad’s not home before 10 pm and he told me to not wait for him.”

“I’m coming.” You shouted as you ran downstairs, stopping in front of the front door when you heard the bell ringing. “I’m opening it.”

“Sure!” Your mum shouted from the kitchen as you heard the glasses clinking while she was preparing the table.

“Justin!” You worriedly called his name as you opened your front door. You were happy to see him, of course, but not after seeing his dull gaze. “What happened?”

“Can I,” he started as you saw him angry and down at the same time. “is it all right if I crash here tonight?” He bit his lower lip as he looked at the ground. He was so shy to ask you some favours, although you’ve been best friends for a long time now.

“Of course, Jus!” You sadly smiled at him as you already hinted that something was wrong in his house. You let him enter the house and you closed the door behind you. “Have you already eaten?”

“Uhm,” He felt more relaxed and relieved that he finally found someone who could help him for the night, although you were really his first choice. “not really.”

“Then have dinner with us.” You smiled as him as you pulled his hand and headed to the kitchen.

“Good evening, (Y/M/N)!” Justin politely greeted and your mum flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile. You let his hand go as you took his blue sports bag off his shoulder.

“Good evening, Justin.” Your mother greeted. “Have you had your dinner yet?”

“He didn’t, Mum.” You answered for Justin as you knew that he was feeling a little bit uncomfortable. After all this time, he was still shy around your mother.

“Oh, eat with us!” Your mother panicked as she put an extra plate with a glass and the cutlery.

“Thank you.” Justin warmly smiled as he felt loved. You knew that he didn’t get much attention from his mother like how you did and he had serious problems at home, that was why you always tried to be there for him.

The three of you sat on your places and you shared a warm and delicious food together.

“Mum,” You seriously called her attention as you carefully chewed your food. “can Justin stay for the night?”

“Yes, of course! The guest room is always ready for him.” Your mother smiled sadly as she sensed that Justin had his family problems once again. It wasn’t the first time that Justin was crashing in your place and he has been welcomed by your parents with their arms widely opened.

“Thank you, really.” Justin was overwhelmed for the help that he was receiving and it made you love him even more because he knew how to appreciate the small things.

“Justin, you are always welcome in our family. Don’t hesitate to ask for help, okay?” Your mother reminded and Justin smiled while nodding in response.
After dinner, Justin helped you to clear the table and to wash the dishes.

“Jus,” You called him as you turned the faucet off and wiped your hands to dry them. “do you want to watch the stars?”

“Cheesy night ahead?” He winked at you and his gaze became bright once again. You knew that he felt better, but you still wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t keep his resentments to himself.

“Don’t you like it, Mr. Foley?” You hugged him from behind while he was drying the last plate.

“I do, Mrs. Foley.” He responded and you just let out some cute giggles. After some seconds, he put the last plate on its place and he wiped his hand using the towel.

You and Justin then headed to your house’s roof with two blankets and some chocolate bars. You used to do this when you were little and you would fall asleep on the roof while watching the stars with your parents.

Justin fixed one blanket on the flattened part of the roof and you both lied down on the blanket as you admired the starry sky.

“These stars are so bright.” You commented, being amazed at the protuberances that you were seeing.

“But those stars aren’t as bright as my life with you.” Justin sweetly said as he looked at you and you suddenly felt the heat in your cheeks.

“Aw, Justin!” You were flattered and you wouldn’t deny that. He knew how to make you smile and, in fact, he flashed you his warm smile when he saw you smiling.

“(Y/N), I am so happy to be with you right now.” He looked back at the sky and he sighed as he thought of his situation at home.

“And I am happy to have you here, Justin.” You smiled at him as you saw that he was focused at admiring the dark sky.

“And I thank you for that.” He seriously said, searching for your hand as a tear ran down his face. “Seth’s been stressing me since he came back to my mother. I was already happy that they broke up, but my mother kept on welcoming him home, although she knew that he would hurt me, although he hurts her too.”

“Jus, your mother has just loved somebody that couldn’t appreciate things. He’s an asshole, I know that, but it wasn’t your mother’s fault.” Justin intertwined his fingers with yours as you explained him how the things really were.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t feel that my mother cares about me anymore. I mean, she would stumble to serve that reckless ungrateful man as if she’s a maid.” Justin sighed as he worried of his mother. He cared for his mum and you couldn’t deny how great he was as a son.

“Justin,” you faced him and caressed his cheek with your free hand. “it’s not fair, but your mother is blinded by her love. Unluckily.” You sighed. “I am sure, though, that she cares about you. She’s just afraid to show it, because Seth hates you to death. She’s afraid of the consequences.”

“What a fucked-up situation.” He bit his lower lip as he shook his head, switching his gaze from the sky to your face.

“I know, but I am here for you Justin.” You caught each other’s glances and he smiled at you.

“Honestly?” You put on your questioning look and he looked at your lips and then he looked back at your eyes. “My world got better since you came into my life.”

“Aw, Justin.” You flashed him your flattered and touched smile. “You’re the sweetest.”

“It’s the truth and I would never lie to you.” Justin caressed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair covering your face.

“Why is that?” You put your hand on his and you caressed it with your thumb. Your hand was small compared to his and you were amazed because it was so soft and smooth for a boy.

“Because I’m falling deeper in love with you.” He confessed his feelings and you felt the heat and the burning sensation in your face one more time. “I love you, (Y/N) and I don’t want to lose you.” He was brief, but he knew how to explain his hidden feelings.

“Justin, you are the sweetest person ever.” You bit your lower lip and he flashed you his sweetest smile, that smile that you loved the most in him. “And you would never believe it, but I love you too, for a while too.”

“Really?” His eyes grew wide as the words flushed in his mind.

“Really!” You gave him your confirmation and his smile grew bigger, just as big as yours, teeth confidently showing.

He leant in as he was about to close the gap between the two of you. He was really a gentleman, even though he seemed an asshole. “Can I?”

“Is that even a question to ask?” You winked at him and you leant in a little bit closer as you both laughed loudly.

You both moved forward and you closed the gap between the two of you. The cold breeze of air stung your skins and the stars shone up in the sky while you shared a long and sweet passionate kiss.

You waited for that moment to happen for a more than a century now and you couldn’t believe that it happened as you felt butterflies playing in your stomach.

You surely were happy and, like Justin, you were falling deeper in love with him too.


Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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when you just debuted pt. 2 ; pt. 1

“when we go in here, don’t act like fools or i sw-”

“you swear what?” kookie cut namjoon off with a question that could’ve been answered if he let him finish.

“again, he doesn’t know.” taehyung said, holding in his urge to laugh.

“you don’t intimidate us, especially my old ass so stop trying to act tough.” jin added on.

namjoon nodded his head and flicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. when he was salty, he made it obvious until someone apologized to him.

“stop acting bitter.” jimin said as he crept up beside him and tightly side hugged him.

“we’re sorry.” jungkook sarcastically mumbled.

namjoon stopped his act and walked away from the group and to the back doors of the building that inkigayo took place in. he entered and the boys followed.

the performance schedule was located across from where they were when they entered.

the maknae line didn’t waste any time to look for your name after greeting the staff and other groups.

“i found her name!” jungkook semi yelled, causing a few heads to turn and the boys to come over.

yoongi and hoseok knew exactly where you were but they didn’t let anyone else know because they knew that it would cause commotion.

while everyone else was busy fanboying at the sight of your name, yoonseok was busy staring at you.

you were getting your makeup and hair done. you even brought your own makeup and hair moisturizer/oil because you knew that these people wouldn’t fix you up (they would use a lighter shade/try to put chemicals in your hair) right.

yoonseok noticed you reaching into your bag to grab your products, how you pouted your lips when speaking in broken korean and how you often pulled up your clothing since it was a little too small.

they adored you.

yoongi replaced his blushing facial expression with a more cocky one and turned to hoseok. “i respect her but in all honesty, i’d marry her and hit that a thousand times.”

hobi chuckled and nodded in agreement. he bit down on his lip while eyeing you and spoke. “she is fine as hell in person…can i tell you something? man to man?”

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andreil happy fics! ♥

basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉

so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.

they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.

right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥

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Klangst Week: March 31st (AU/Free Day)

You know that meme? The 15 minutes late with a Starbucks? 

Yeah that’s me, only it should be 84 years late with a frape.

Either way, here’s my final piece for the @klangst-week! It was so much fun doing this, even if I didn’t participate from the start! Big thanks to the awesome people that made this a thing <3 


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Getting to know someone takes time, effort.

Getting to know Lance McClain takes a whole more than that.

That’s not to say that Lance is a broody mysterious character straight out of an otome game.

No, Keith thought, quite the contrary. Lance was the most sociable person he’d met, always greeting everyone with a grin and bright eyes. Besides, it was Lance that initiated this..thing between them in the first place.

It started on a lazy summer day of their first year in university, Lance flopping down besides Keith on the grass, beckoning him about the book he was reading.

Halfway through that year, Lance slipped his way into Keith’s everyday life, fitting himself into Keith’s routine.

By the end of the first year, Keith realised Lance found himself in his morning thoughts and his fitful rest’s dreams, a feeling meddling at the pit of his chest that he’d yet to acknowledge.

He’d start to notice little things about him, things that urged him closer to figuring out the unsolved puzzle that was Lance McClain.

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“We’re Official” (Reggie Mantle x Female Reader)

Originally posted by riverdale-slut

(Credits to GIF owner)

Summary: Reader and Reggie have been dating for over a year and haven’t had sex yet

Warnings: Smut, nothing new in my blog to be honest

Author’s Note: Sorry I took so long with his imagine, but now I’m slowly getting back into writing after a hectic week. If you enjoy this imagine, feel free to leave some feedback! Also, I haven’t proof read this yet but I will do it tomorrow morning. 


The school bell rang as Reggie’s lips found their way down Y/N’s neck to her exposed collarbones while his hands held her closed to his tall muscular body. “Reggie, I can’t be late for class.” She whimpered, gripping on tighter to his bare shoulders as his cold hands slipped up her skirt up to her butt cheeks. The locker room was empty and only their pants where the only audible thing as the school hallway outside were empty. 

“You bailed on me last night, it was going to be our night.” Reggie complained, resting her down carefully from his waist to the bench. 

“I’m sorry, I just freaked out.” Y/N apologized while she fixed her now wrinkly skirt. She kept her head down as her boyfriend pulled his own shirt over his head. She was embarrassed that she was so scared of having sex with her own boyfriend. 

“We didn’t have to do anything if you didn’t want to. I just wanted to spend time with you alone for once.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms protectively around her. “You should’ve called at least, I was worried.”

“Can we talk about this later? I’m already late to pre-calculus.” Y/N pressed a quick peck on his cheek before grabbing her bag from the floor. 

“I won’t be at lunch, since I skipped practice for our plans last night I have to make up for it.” Reggie held the locker room door for her as she stepped out before him. 

“We could talk later when you finish your football practice after school, I’ll wait by your car.” Reggie nodded, waving her off as she walked the other way towards her own class. 


At lunch, Y/N had barely touched her own food. Instead, she decided to play with it and move it around her plate with her plastic fork while Veronica and Betty sat across the table. 

The cafeteria was packed, per usual but Y/N seemed out of it while Veronica and Betty kept on talking about an article Betty had finished writing for the school’s paper. 

“Is it weird that I haven’t had sex with my boyfriend after one year of dating?” Y/N blurted out, catching her friends off guard. 

“You haven’t had sex with him yet? I thought you were off that train a long time ago.” Veronica admitted before taking a sip of her water. 

“We all thought you weren’t official.” Betty began, pushing her food tray to her right. “You never really call him your boyfriend.”

“We’re official, we just haven’t had any sex and I’ve been pushing it from happening honestly.” Y/N whispered to her friends, knowing that Riverdale high loved gossip. “Every time we’ve tried something always comes up and I swear the world doesn’t want me to have sex with him.”

“Don’t stress about it, it will happen.” Veronica encouraged her as they all stood up from the lunch table and exited the cafeteria.


After school, Y/N had decided to run off to the library instead of waiting for Reggie in her usual spot on the bleachers. Usually, she would take her class assignment with her while Reggie was in football practice, but she didn’t need any more distractions that she already had on her own.

Just by the thought of Reggie’s sweaty body hovering over her own body made her core ache for his hot skin. She crossed her legs closed tightly, trying to hide the fact of her aroused state. As the time passed slowly, Y/N’s eyes would dart constantly over to the clock framed into the wall by the library door while she waited impatiently for the hands of the clock to land on the time she desperately wanted it to be.

Luckily, she sat closed by to the window that looked out perfectly to the parking lot next to the football team, so when she saw Reggie’s teammates walk over to their cars with their things she quickly darted towards the lot herself. “Archie, have you seen Reggie?” She asked the redhead, who had clearly come out of the showers.

“Yeah, he was just finishing up talking to the coach. He’s probably headed to the showers by now.” Archie answered, pushing his dampen locks out of his face.

“Thanks, I’m just going to wait over here.” Y/N smiled at Archie as she waved him goodbye. Once the whole team disappeared to their own ways, she pulled her hair out of her high ponytail and made her way towards the boy’s locker room. Quietly, she made her way in the empty room until she reached Reggie’s locker. She placed her things next to Reggie’s as she completely undressed herself once she made sure they were the only ones there.

Her long locks covered both of her breasts as she walked over to the back of the showers. Reggie’s firm muscled butt cheeks was the first things her eyes landed on, she bit her lip as she watched him completely dozed off into his own thoughts under the shower head. “Need some company?” Y/N began, her arms roaming from Reggie’s shoulders down to his waist.

“I can’t never say no to you baby girl.” Reggie moaned as Y/N palm wrapped around his cock teasingly. Reggie’s hand rested on hers as he guided her movements up and down his shaft. His quiet moans were her favorite, how they would slip out of his heavenly plumped lips while her touch only made him go mad for more. Y/N’s now wet breasts pressed against his warm back as her hands were pushed away by him. Hungrily, Reggie spun around to face her and pressed her up to the cold white shower tiles with his dampen body pressing against her own. Reggie captured Y/N lips with his own while one of his hands rested on her jawline and the other one rested on her sides firmly. At first, it was slow and sweet but she wasn’t having it for too long. Y/N bit down on his lower lip, his lips parting apart as a moan slipped out of his luscious lips and she slid her own tongue between his lips. Her tongue did all the work, she dominated him as her hands gripped on his biceps.

Y/N whined at the loss of contact when Reggie had pulled away from her lips but only to be replaced by a moan when his teeth gripped on her sensitive skin on her neck. He pulled her up as Y/N automatically wrapped her legs securely around his waist while Reggie bit on her collarbone. Reggie rested his face between her breast, placing sloppy kisses between them before giving each one some fair attention. His tongue twirled around her nipple, sucking on her before taking her nipple with his lips as he pulled away slowly finishing with her right breast.

“Baby, I can’t wait anymore.” Y/N begged between moans, her core aching for him. Reggie didn’t hesitate, he slipped his index finger between her folds as she sighed out of pleasure. Reggie pumped in and out of her as he added another finger into the mix. His free hand gripped around her tightly as she squirms from the amount of pleasure his fingers did to her.

“Oh God, Reggie.” Y/N moaned, rolling her eyes back as her hands gripped on to his hair. Goosebumps were starting to spread throughout her body as a knot was already forming in her. Her pussy tightened around Reggie’s fingers as his eyes were latched on to her. His cock twitched at the sight of her in his arms moaning his name and crying for his touch. He could only do that to her.

Reggie pulled his fingers out of her pussy and lined his cock between her folds, but she was desperate for her release. Y/N guided him into her aching core with her own hips as her lips met with his own. Electricity ran through their veins as with each thrust Y/N walls tightened around his cock. Reggie thrusted deeper, hitting Y/N’s g-spot multiple times as her nails dug into his shoulders grasping on to him.

Y/N’s thighs trembled as her whole body gave in to the pleasure. Reggie’s thrust became sloppier as he rode out his high while Y/N’s body gave out completely. They held each other as they both tried to catch their breaths, the now shivering water landing on their steaming bodies.

“God, you don’t know how much I love you.” Reggie breathed out, resting his forehead on hers. Y/n smiled weakly, running her hands through his jet black hair.

“I love you Mantle.” She giggled as Reggie placed multiple kisses all over her face.

After another shower, Y/N’s cheeks heated up as she noticed Reggie staring at her in awe while she got dressed. “You are always giving me heart trouble with that smirk of yours Mantle.”

“Not even sorry, you just make me happy.” He admitted, grabbing her own bag with his own as she finished getting dressed. “Your place or mine?”

“My parents are visiting my grandmother for the weekend, so I have the whole house to myself.” She teased, her hand wrapping around his free one.

“Thank God, I need more of you.” Reggie groaned, pulling her closer as they made their way towards his car. It was way past six o clock and the night had already taken over the once bright sky while they made their way towards her house. One year can seem long, but everything will fall into place at the right time.

The Tears Are Real (Avengers/Parker x reader)

Request:  Omg requests are open!!! Can you please do one where the avengers pretty much adopted you and have seen you grow up, and help you get ready for your prom? Lots of protectiveness and adult tears. Please throw in our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Name?”

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Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 5: A Drive

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4 - Part 6 

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3392

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one. Lots of ups and downs, lots of sass. Also lots of jumping around in the timeline, so seriously, feedback welcome, let me know if I need to add some section headers to clarify…

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Steve paces the few steps he can take in the cramped hotel bathroom, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for Natasha to pick up. He’s peeked around the door twice to make sure the others are still asleep and turned on the shower for good measure before she finally answers.

“We have a problem,” he confesses before she can finish her groggy greeting. Steve had a habit of waking up at an ungodly hour.

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suicidal || alex standall

prompt: You should do an Alex imagine where his gf is on one of the tapes and is suicdal. + Can you do an Alex imagine with suicidal reader + Can you do a Alex imagine where you guys are really close and you are on the tapes and you become super distant and suicidal

warnings: suicidal!reader, swearing, reader is on the tapes

a/n: this took a while to post bc i had to think of a reason to why the reader is on the tapes. italics mean hannah speaking , and as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open ALSO reader is tape number 14 and lets pretend clay recorded bryce’s confession on something else.


Girls will be girls and boys will be boys they say. But sometimes their actions can affect lives. They affected mine, see I went through some dark times and when I needed you most, you backed out. Why did you leave when i needed you most? But hey, girls will be girls right? This one’s for you Y/N Y/L/N.

You were lying in bed, listening to tape Hannah speak, while you felt your heart sink. After sitting through a long night, listening to each tape, you finally got to yours. You never knew you were one of these reasons Hannah killed herself until you walked home from school one day and saw a horribly wrapped package addressed to you. You had used a walkman your parents had to listen to the numbered tapes. And hearing Hannah speak and introduce the tapes, you couldn’t believe you were one of the reasons.

You and Alex Standall were dating so once you go to his tape, you couldn’t believe what Hannah was saying, but you carried on, and listened to each heartbreaking tape. So once you got the last tape you knew it was about you.

You see Y/N, even though you are my 14th tape, Mr Porter is still my last reason. You were such a nice person, you became my friend after Alex and Jess left. But after my reputation had changed for the worse and I was ‘Hannah The Slut’ you started hanging out with me less. You still always gave me a smile when we passed in the halls but you never stopped to ask how I was or anything really. Were you ashamed to hang out with me? Was I a burden to you?

At this point you were in tears, your nose was stuffed and your eyes were red and puffy. “I’m so sorry Hannah, I didn’t mean to leave you.” You spoke, turning to your side on your bed. You had your headphones in so you didn’t hear your door open. You felt arms wrap around your crying figure. You removed one earbud and turned to face your hugger. “It’s okay Y/N.” Alex spoke and kissed your forehead. You turn to face Alex, your head in his chest “I didn’t mean to hurt Hannah.” You spoke into his chest, your tears staining his shirt, but Alex didn’t mind. He hated seeing like this.

Alex moved to stop the tape and move the god damn thing away from you, since you already finished your tape. “It’s okay Y/N.” Alex said once again, and you calmed down and slowed your breathing, listening to Alex’s heartbeat. Then the two of you fell asleep.

Since you were the last person to receive the tapes, you held on to them. Even though they caused you emotional pain, it was the only thing you had left from Hannah. You kept the shoebox under your bed, and rarely touched it. You carried on with your life as per usual. You started to notice how everyone who was on the tapes looked more stressed and freaked. They knew what you had done and you know what they did. But you and Alex were still happy, and that’s what matters. But after a week since listening to the tapes, you’ve had a total shift of behavior.

You had been more tired that usual, you ate less, rarely spoke and would get agitated easily. Alex noticed your shift in behavior, but thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. But then your behavior continued for 2 months. Then one day you weren’t at school. Alex had started freaking out, but you sat at home, emotionally drained. Why am I still alive? This question would echo in your mind. Why were you still alive? You had contributed to make a girl commit suicide and she was your friend.

You hated yourself and the guilt was eating you alive. “I shouldn’t have left her.” You mumble to yourself. Your whole body felt sore and weak, you’ve been eating less, your face was a sickly color and bags formed under your eyes. Alex went straight to your house that afternoon, panic was rushing through him. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N, is Y/N home?” Alex asked your mom who opened the door and greeted him. “She’s in her room. Alex, do you know why she’s been acting so strangely? She’s not acting like the Y/N we know.” Your mom spoke, her voice quiet. Alex shook his head, knowing better than to let his girlfriend’s mom know about the tapes.

She gave Alex a smile and let him in, the platinum blonde hair boy rushing to your room. He found you laying in bed and staring at your ceiling. “Why am I still alive Alex?” You asked, your voice calm and soft. “Y/N, no, please don’t think like that.” Alex spoke, immediately sitting next to you and pulling you close to him. “But it’s true Alex, I killed Hannah Baker.” You cried softly. “We all did, but you shouldn’t take your life because it. Hannah’s death affected a bunch of people and yours would too. Please don’t do it.” You laid your forehead on Alex’s shoulder, tears falling from your eyes.

“It’s hard, the guilt is eating me alive.” You said. Alex cupped your face and made you look at him, “It’s okay, we’ll get through this. I’ll help you.” He kissed your forehead. “Thank you, I love you.” You spoke, and Alex gave you a smile, “I love you too.”


damn this was rlly long and im not too proud of it but i posted so :)) ALSO this is such a serious topic like please if you ever feel suicidal get help or even call a hotline, its better to get help then go through it alone

Safe - Negan x Reader - Part 2

[find part one here]    [if you’re new, find A/B/O rules here]

A/N: thank you for all the love on the first chapter! it honestly means a shit ton to me. ppl liking my writing??? what a concept. anyway.. enjoy! as always, let me know what you think !! xx

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha!Negan x Omega!female reader), lots of swearing, threatening/assault-like themes (idk what to fuckin call that), and my shitty writing


You awoke to a feeling of suffocation. For a brief moment, you worried that Negan had decided that he had gotten in over his head, but once you woke up fully you realized that it was only an overpowering scent. It was musky and strong, smelling of burnt coffee and shot gun shells and some candle you used to burn before the world went to hell; it was pleasant, something you’d like to burrow into and bask in for days. Right now, though, it was so overpowering you felt as if you were choking. You gasped, sitting upright. Negan was sat on the edge of the bed, smile on his face as he watched you gasp for air. You didn’t know what was worse, the fact that Negan had been watching you sleep, or that the smell was him. And you liked it.

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Summer (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Word Count: 1088

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: I love over protective uncle tony lmao

You couldn’t believe you were resorting to this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Sighing as you dialled the numbers to your uncles mobile, you were already beginning to regret this decision as you raised the phone to your ear. He picked up on the fourth ring and you seriously considered hanging up with no explanation but you didn’t allow yourself to back out now. You were determined to spend your summer in New York City and if that meant having to spend it with your over protective uncle then so be it. “Y/N! What’s my favourite niece calling me for?“ 

Chuckling at his words you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, your uncle clearly hasn’t changed since he’s been making that joke as long as you can remember. "I’m your only niece Tony. Anyways… I can’t believe i’m saying this but I need your help." Letting out a small sigh on the other end of the line the Stark doesn’t seem fazed by this question as he hears it almost every day. "Who doesn’t these days. So what can I do for you?”

“Listen Stark you need to be cool about this alright. Like, don’t freak out." 

"I won’t freak out." 

"Alright well…I need to come live with you." 

"What?!” You winced at the raise in his voice, you were hoping he wouldn’t get mad. "Just for the summer please! I wanna stay in New York and my parents said I could only go if I stay with you. Pretty please uncle Tony?“ You pleaded over the phone, hoping that if you sucked up to the man he would eventually cave in and it seemed to have worked. "Uh fine. I guess you can stay.”

 Letting out a squeal that made your uncle pull away from the phone momentarily, you quickly rushed out the end of your sentence before he could change his mind. “Great i’ll be there in two days. Okay bye love you!" 

With that you hung up on the Stark leaving him sitting at his desk with a shocked expression, his eyes widened after processing your words. "What?! Two days?!" 


 Before you knew it you were already in New York being dropped off by a taxi right outside the famous avengers tower. Your jaw dropped as you took in the sight in front of you, not being able to believe that this is where you’d be spending your summer. In New York with some of earth’s mightiest heroes, this was seriously going to be the best summer of your life.

Going to knock on the front door you’re almost scared to death by a robotic voice greeting you, but calmed down upon realising it was just Jarvis. "Welcome Y/N. Your uncle is with a guest right now but i’ll guide you to your room in the mean time." 

Thanking the computer you made your way into the house, the computer guiding you. You were walking past what seemed to be the kitchen and living room when you heard an all too familiar voice call your name. "I see you remember Jarvis.”

Immediately turning around you see Tony Stark, not wasting any time in rushing over and attacking him in a hug. You couldn’t help but grin up at the man, you were really close but hadn’t seem him for almost two years due to his busy work schedule. “How could I forget? It’s great to see you uncle Tony." 

Pulling away from your embrace he too sent you a smile in return. "You too kid." 

It was only now you realised that you both were not alone in this room. Right next to Tony stood a teenage boy, who you must admit was incredibly attractive. His hair was dark and slightly curly and his strong jawline was enough to make any girl go a little crazy. "Oh ah…who is this?" 

Realising he forgot to address the other person in the room, Tony cleared his throat and gestured towards the boy. "Oh sorry my bad. This is Peter Parker but you may know him as Spider-man." 

The boys eyes widened at Mr Stark’s words, he couldn’t just go around telling people his secret identity! "Dude my identity is a secret for a reason!” Feigning offence Tony looked over at the boy, raising his eyebrow to intimidate the boy knowing it would work.“You don’t trust my niece?”

Peter stumbled over his words while he tried to form an explanation but failed, making you feel a little bad for the boy. “W-well no of course but-”

“You’re Spider-man?!” You questioned eagerly as you admired the boy in front of you. You would never admit it to anyone, but Spider-man was you favourite hero and you kind of had a crush on the guy. And now you were standing in front of him?! This was all too much.

 "Well yeah.“ Noticing Peter became nervous under your gaze you sent him a friendly smile outstretching your hand for him to shake. "Oh sorry how rude of me. I’m Y/N, Tony’s niece. I’m staying here for the summer so I can explore New York." Gratefully shaking your hand the boy smiled wide back at you, causing butterflies to swirl in your stomach at the sight. "Well if you’d like I’d be happy to show it to you." 

Tony, who had been observing the exchange between the two teenagers noticed the way they both smiled friendly at each other. Almost too friendly for his liking. "Absolutely not! I see what’s going on here and I won’t have it. My niece is off limits to you spider-ling." 

Embarrassed by your uncles words you try to interrupt him before he humiliates you in front of Peter any more. "Uncle Tony-”

Ignoring your plea however, the Stark continued his little speech making you want to hide away. Now Peter would never like you for sure!  "I need to finish something with Parker but I should be done soon. I’ll have Jarvis finish showing you to your room.“

Letting out a sigh you turned towards the boy one last time sending him a sad smile. "Goodbye Peter.” Sending him a small wave goodbye he nervously returned the smile. “Bye.”

As you walked away following the directions Jarvis gave you, you could faintly hear Tony’s voice behind you scolding Peter. “Hey! Don’t look at my niece like that. What is wrong with teenagers I swear.” The words caused a blush to creep up onto your cheeks, maybe your chances with Spider-man weren’t destroyed after all.

Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Receiving Gifts

You stared at the small box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless. It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your hands. And it wasn’t because the necklace itself was heavy.

Jonathan Byers was very inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Do most people like holding hands? Is something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first date, was that alright?

As much as these questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?

“Well, people like to get gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s something from the heart, though.”

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Hard Candy, Sweet Center; Connor Murphy x Reader

Word Count: 2,431

A/N: I was recently struck with the inspiration to write something about Connor Murphy so this was the result. It’s not the best but i’m happy that I was able to write something for him. 

Warnings: mostly just fluff, some swearing, connor being hard on himself

If you were to ask your classmates what comes to mind when they hear the name Connor Murphy, the results would overwhelmingly be “freak.”

They may even go on to spur out some story about how he went crazy and threw a printer at a teacher in the second grade.

Connor swears this never happened. You hesitantly brought it up when the two of you had first started dating because you were curious. It is true that Connor has a bit of a tough exterior but you have come to realize that he is also incredibly kind and although you’ve seen him get angry before, you couldn’t possibly imagine that he would ever go that far.

“Jesus Christ! No, I did not throw a printer at a teacher. I was a skinny second grader. I don’t even think I had the strength to lift a printer, let alone hurl it at a woman’s face. I mean I may have yelled at her a bit because she actually made Nick Wheeler the line leader. That was the worst fucking decision she could have made! That kid was such a piece of shit. He used to stick chewed gum and earwax under the desks. There was no way he could have handled that job. I was clearly a better choice but she wouldn’t even consider it. That is the truth. I yelled and got upset but I never physically hurt anyone but somehow over the years it developed into a story that I threw a printer at a teacher. It’s like a game of telephone, the story starts out as one thing but then eventually it gets passed around to so many people and changes every time that it ends up being the furthest thing from the truth.”

You believed him. Connor always intimidated you a little when you would see him but you liked him. You couldn’t help it. He was intriguing and attractive. Even before the two of you got together you couldn’t shake this feeling that there was more to him than the freak label that everyone gave him. Sometimes you still couldn’t seem to wrap your mind around the fact that the two of you were actually together. You actually got to call yourself Connor Murphy’s girlfriend. It was a pretty great title and it definitely had its perks.

There was the perk that the two of you would always paint each other’s nails. He actually had quite the collection of nail polish in his room, maybe even more than you. Connor would let his paint chip a lot and he didn’t seem to mind it too much but the minute he would notice the paint on your nails chipping he would offer to paint them. He took it very seriously. He would hunch over your hand and stick his tongue out trying to make it perfect. He would sometimes even do some of those intricate nail art designs that you see all the time on the internet but didn’t have the patience for. The boy had a gift.

Another perk of dating Connor was kissing him. The thing about it is that every single kiss is a different experience. There is the kiss where he breaks apart to tell you something but still keeps you close so that he is whispering against your mouth. There is passionate kissing where you would be sitting in his lap. There were the soft sweet kisses he would place on top of your head when you weren’t feeling your best. He wasn’t always the greatest at PDA and showing affection since it is kind of foreign to him but he wanted to be there for you even in his limitations. His favorite kind of kiss was when he would distract you from something that you needed to be doing. He would start by kissing you on the lips and then move down to your neck, the boy absolutely loved kissing your neck. You had a love-hate relationship with it. It tickled but there was something about the way he did it that felt so damn nice.

But the best perk of dating Connor was baking.

Connor was great at baking. When you asked him about it he just shrugged and said he’s always liked to do it for as long as he can remember. It was just a part of him.

The two of you had spent many nights baking various sweets together.  Your personal favorite was the pumpkin cookies with caramel frosting that he baked for you one night. You both devoured them easily and you spend much of your time begging him to make them again.

Life has been particularly shitty for you lately and Connor decided that the only logical cure was to bake double chocolate chip brownies. This was how you found yourself sitting in your car outside the store with Connor by your side so that you could get all the proper ingredients.

Connor turned to you and pulled out his phone.

“I’m going to win this time!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“I don’t think so, pretty boy. I feel confident that I’m going to be experiencing victory tonight.”

You and Connor invented this game that you play every time you go to the store. You found that they are almost always playing pop songs from the 2000’s over the speakers, so you will both type three songs into your phone and if the song gets played while you’re in the store the person will get 20 points.

“Okay, let me see what you’ve got.” You handed your phone over to Connor and he gave you his.

You looked at his list.

1. That song where the girl is singing about making her way downtown and falling into the sky

2. Any song by Justin Timberlake

3. Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

“Not bad, Murphy. You might actually win this time.”

“Ha Ha. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He read your list out loud.

1.That theme song from One Tree Hill by Gavin DeGraw

2. Waiting on the world to change by John Mayer

3. Drops of Jupiter

“I like it. I think this might actually give me some tough competition.”

 Drops of Jupiter was playing the minute you stepped into the store.

“Ha! Twenty points for me!”

“Okay, fine you got lucky but I’m telling you that I am still going to win this thing.”

“Sure, Con. Whatever makes you feel better.”

You were so focused on the various chocolate items in front of you that you almost didn’t notice Natasha Bedingfield blaring from the speakers.

“There’s my twenty points! Now we’re tied, Y/N.” Connor grinned at you while grabbing two bags of chocolate chips.

“Oh I’m going to catch up. I will not be defeated!”

You were almost done with your shopping trip and you and Connor were both tied with 40 points. Connor was intensely examining the variety of ice cream flavors when you heard it.

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton.

“No. No. No. No. No.” You groaned.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. I win!” Connor said while tossing a container of ice cream into the cart.

“Damn you, Murphy.”

Connor’s laughter filled the car.

“You can’t seriously still be upset that I won.”

“The only reason you won is because you took so fucking long picking out an ice cream flavor!” you argued.

“I couldn’t decide between butter pecan and chocolate marshmallow. I didn’t know that they were going to play one of my songs. I don’t have any knowledge of their song lineup. That’s not my fault.”  He argued back at you, smiling the whole time.

“I was so sure I was going to win.”

“Maybe you’ll get it next time.”

“You bet your ass I will.”

Silence filled the car until you spoke up again.

“…What flavor did you decide on?”

“Butter Pecan.”

You thought it over for a minute.

“Good choice.”


You watched Connor mix the chocolate chips into the brownie batter. The kitchen was filled with a sweet scent from the chocolate and Connor had never looked more beautiful than he did right now. He had on an old flannel and his hair was covering his eyes but you couldn’t look away. It was moments like this where you couldn’t understand why people thought he was a freak. You couldn’t understand why people spoke about him so harshly. Of course, your classmates didn’t get to see Connor like this. They didn’t get to watch him bake sweets in the kitchen and paint his nails. They don’t really know him; they just know the idea of him that has spread around over the years.

“Why the fuck are you staring at me like that?” Connor’s voice brought you out of your thoughts and you couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes at him.

“Because you’re beautiful.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one saying that to you.”

“There is no reason that I can’t call you beautiful too.”

It wasn’t always like this. It took Connor quite a long time to actually open up to you. It took him a really long time to believe that you were genuinely being kind to him and that it wasn’t some sort of joke. He had his guard up for so long and he was quite cruel to you in the beginning. He loved you so much now that sometimes when he would think back on the way he treated you it made him wince as if he was in physical pain.

He was still skeptical. He didn’t understand how or why you wanted him and many days of your relationship have consisted of you assuring him that this is real and that you do, in fact, love him.

The brownies were baking in the oven and you were examining his bookshelf while he painted his nails.

“You can borrow something if you’d like.”

This was a common thing between the two of you. You would give each other book recommendations and share books with the other person. You picked “The Clockwork Orange” off his shelf and turned it over in your hands.

“Have you read it yet?”

“No.” you mumbled. You knew Connor wanted you to read it but you never got around to it.

“I can’t believe you’ve never read it! That’s like a fucking crime. You know, it’s one of my favorite books and the opportunity is right there. Read it, damn it!”

“I will, I swear! The minute I finish the series I’m on right now, I promise I will pick it up.”

Even though Connor’s head was down focusing on his nails you could tell he was rolling his eyes.

“You mean those dumbass books about birds and psychics or whatever the fuck it is?”

“Hey! The Raven Cycle is not dumb. You know, maybe you would really like them if you gave them a chance. You would probably like Ronan.”

Connor paused his painting to look up at you with a serious expression. “Y/N, I want you to hear me loud and clear, I have never and will never have any desire to read those books. It’s not going to happen… No matter how cute you look when you tell me about them.”

“Fine, if you want a real recommendation you should read The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe. You’ll be thanking me later, trust me.”

Connor was silent for a minute until you heard him mumble under his breath, “Well… that is a pretty cool fucking title.”

Connor was right.  The brownies definitely helped. The taste of melted chocolate on your tongue made you suddenly forget about whatever was bothering you that made you bake the brownies in the first place. You looked over to see Connor smiling widely at you. You weren’t sure what he was so happy about but you were always pleased to see his smile.

“Hey Y/N?”

“…Yeah, Connor?”

He looked nervous. Connor usually didn’t get nervous. Ever.

“I-I know I’m not the best at like being sentimental or whatever and I’m probably a massive pain in the ass most of the time but I just want to… thank you.”

“What on earth for?”

“I’ve spent so much of my time being told that I’m a freak, you know? People think that I’m weird and that all I do is cause trouble. People rarely give me a chance because most of our classmates have known me since elementary school and they’ve all heard the rumors about me throwing printers at people and they all think I’m bat-shit crazy. People that don’t know me base their assumptions about me on what other people tell them. Everyone says to stay away from me because I’m angry and unpredictable. It’s nice being able to put my guard down with you even for a few hours. When I’m with you I don’t feel like a mixture of shitty chemical makeup and bad choices. I feel like a person, not like a thing that needs to be fixed. I spend so much of my time thinking that I’m broken and a fraud and that I’m impossible to love and don’t get me wrong I mean there are days when I wake up and there is absolutely no fucking part of me that believes that you could love me. It’s not like you’ve fucking cured me or something, I’m still weird and damaged but being with you sometimes makes me realize that I’m not really as alone as I feel.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say so you just grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. It seemed like you were kissing him so desperately that your whole body was curving into his.

If you were to ask your classmates what comes to mind when they hear the name Connor Murphy, the results would overwhelmingly be “freak.”

But if your classmates were to ask you what comes to mind when you hear the name Connor Murphy, the answer would be “sweet.”

It is true that Connor has a rough exterior. You’ve always known this, it’s the first thing people learn about the boy, but if you’re willing to get close enough you’ll realize that Connor has a sweet, surprise center. He is not perfect you could never fool yourself into believing that no matter how much you loved him, but being with him is the closest thing you’ve ever experienced to pure happiness which is pretty perfect to you.