i think this time apart may be good so they can miss each other again and maybe want to get to know each other again


For @ransomweek - March 28: “Remember that time…”

warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance

“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”

The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.

He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.

Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”

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Protecting Us

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia au, angst, slight smut at the end

Warnings: Strong powerthankyou language

Word Count: 1.8k

“Stay here” Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to open the car door when he turned to you. “I know you can take care of yourself but if something happens to you I won’t be able to get through it, ok? So please don’t do anything stupid” He sounded loving. He cared about you, and you knew that.

Anyone would say he was cold and hateful, a killer. But what they didn’t know is that he wasn’t like that on the inside. Obviously, you will let them believe that, as being cold hearted was his job, but still. He was the most loving person you have ever met. He was there when you were down, even if your problems were stupid, he never judge you. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Yoongi, I work from this too” You said, trying to calm him down. You have killed just as much people as he had, that’s how you met each other.

Many people would think you were the bad ones, when there is actually not a good or bad side. The government was fucked up and Yoongi and you worked for the people trying to stop this shit. You were the “good” ones, at least until you talked with one of the guys on the other side, and then the story iwas completely different.

“I know, I know, babe.” He shuffled his hair as his eyes went to the floor and up to you again. “Just promise me you won’t risk your life, ok?” Yoongi seemed really serious right now, and, if you had to be honest, that scared you.

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There Was Always Only One Option [Epilogue]

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7

A/N1: Last day of summer surprise, bet you didn’t expect this 😂

Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff

Word count: 2, 403

Originally posted by drkimkai

It felt like you were floating and no matter where you looked, everything was engulfed in light. You heard noises. Voices? The water stirred and it seemed like someone lifted you up from it. You remember one person carrying you around like this. The water was warm and welcoming and you wanted to stay in it. The light was slowly fading, you managed to catch a glimpse of that cute smile of hers before everything went dark and the only thing you felt was cold.

It’s your graduation and it’s pouring outside. You have been standing by the entrance for about two hours now. Of course no one will come pick you up. You had no idea why you even waited for so long. You noticed a figure standing near the gates. It’s actually a bit unsettling but you decide to just get up and run for it if push comes to shove. You were about to turn the corner when you bumped into the man you saw earlier.

“I’m so sorry,” you quickly said, rubbing your nose where it made impact with his body.

“It’s okay,” you looked up at him and saw that he was smiling from ear to ear. Why is he so happy? You realized it’s not raining on you anymore as well. He was holding his umbrella over both of you before he handled it to you. “You will catch a cold if you walk in the rain like that. It’s better to at least stay dry.”

He turned around to go in the opposite direction but you stopped him.

“I can’t take this. What about you?” you asked him and he chuckled.

“You should worry about yourself more often,” he said, making sure you’re holding onto the umbrella tightly. He kept his hand on yours for a bit longer and when you locked eyes with him again, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you maybe know him from somewhere. It felt so strange but what was even weirder was the fact that you liked his presence. It somehow clamed you down. You took a step away from him, breaking the eye contact.

“Thank you,” you said and he smiled brightly at you before going away.

Thinking back on it now, could that have been him?

Voices. It was definitely voices this time. You had no idea what was happening, everyone was in a rush, the world seemingly spun faster than ever.

“Y/N,” somebody said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “If you can hear me, I need you to fight. If you die, he dies.”

No. You don’t want him to die. Not yet. Not ever. You still have to tell him.

You were laying on the bed in some pesky motel room. You didn’t want to believe what you just found out. After a while you stood up and went to the bathroom to wash your face. You stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror. Everything in your life changed too quickly. You can’t stay here for too long either. He will most definitely find you. You started packing your stuff, needed to get ready for the meeting. Your eyes stopped on the ring you were wearing. Who gave it to you again? The name was lingering in your mind, it should come to you any second now.

It was soft and you wanted to squeeze it and never let go. It seemed that the person who the hand belonged to was calling you, pulling you closer. You wanted to wake up, open your eyes. Come back to him.


Jongdae’s POV

I gasped for air like I was drowning. I focused on the white ceiling above me. I was alive. I slowly moved my hand to my chest. Under the layers of bandages, my heart was beating. How?

“Oh my god, Jongdae! Finally!” Minseok rushed to my side. “If you had never woken up, I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life.”

I blinked a few times. Huh? It’s so strange. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

“Why are you crying?” he sighed. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down on the bed. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t start walking around immediately. Wait here. I have to tell the others.”

He was about to leave when I grabbed him by the arm.

“Minseok, where is Y/N?” he looked at me with a worried expression. “Is she… Is she alive? I need to see her.”

I sat up again. This time he didn’t stop me.  He just nodded and came up to me. He threw my hand around his shoulder and helped me stand up.

“Fine. Let’s go,” he took me out of the room and only now I realized we were at the headquarters. We went up the stairs and turned into another hallway.

“Why is her room so far away from mine? Heck, we should have been in the same one. She’s my wife!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Minseok had no energy to argue with me. “We had a lot of wounded at that moment, no one thought where each one should go.”

“How many?” I asked him. It was after all mostly my fault. “How many did we lose?”

“About a hundred. But we wiped out most of their men. The six of them managed to get away though,” we stopped at one of the rooms and he let go of me. I gently pushed the door open. I held my breath and didn’t say anything until I approached her bed. Her chest was slowly rising up and down. I felt like crying again. She was alive. I took a nearby chair and slumped down on it. I took her fragile hand, some of her fingers were broken and it was so cold. Minseok came around and leaned on the windowsill.

“You were out for almost a month now. It seemed he missed your heart on purpose. He wanted you to bleed to death slowly, thankfully we found you guys soon enough. If Kyungsoo hadn’t shot him, he would have hit her spine directly. With a sniper no less,” he glanced at me to see if I was still listening before he continued. “It hasn’t been that long since we brought her back from the hospital actually. The doctor said her life is not in danger anymore but he’s not sure when she will wake up…”

I squeezed her hand more tightly. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear the rest.

“And if she wakes up?” I asked.

“I will have to be blunt. The hit was pretty bad. She may never walk. And since she was shot in the shoulder as well…”

“Who did it? Who shot us?” I interrupted him. “Jungkook?”

“Yes. I think he was the closest with Jimin.”

“Figured,” I clenched my teeth, trying to control my anger.

“They left the city, if you were planning on going after them… I think you should focus on your recovery. We will need your help as soon as you’re able. There is still a lot of things left to do.”

I didn’t reply him and we both were silent for a while.

“If you both survive this with that kind of injuries, you’re lucky sons of bitches,” he was the first to speak. “Oh I almost forgot,” he took something out of his inner pocket. “Sehun found this. Don’t ask me how. It’s so little,” he said, extending his hand to me. It was her ring. I rolled it around in my palm, not daring to put it back on.

“Minseok, could you leave me alone with her for a while?”

“Of course,” he said, standing up straight. “I will call the others.” He went to the door, turning to me before leaving. “And Jongdae, I’m sorry for what I said before all this. I’m sure you know we all think of each other as family and since she’s part of yours, we care about her as well.”

I smiled to him. Can’t really face the others right now. I felt like shit. Not because my body was hurting all over but because of seeing her like this. She got hurt. Again. All because of me. And maybe I was being selfish but it didn’t matter to me if she would be able to walk or not, I would love her anyway because all I wanted right now was for her to look at me with those beautiful eyes one more time. I stroked her cheek gently before squeezing her hand again.

“Y/N… Just come back to me, please. I can’t do it. I can’t live without you…”


You remember.

“Jongdae?” you whispered, slowly opening your eyes. Did you fell asleep? You looked around. You weren’t in your apartment. You weren’t in the hospital either. No, it was some kind of room. You saw the sun setting through the window. Your whole body felt like it was made out of lead. You set your hand against your forehead. Where are you? The images of him lying in his own pool of blood crossed your mind. What happened after that? You have to find him.

You wanted to hold onto the bed with your arm and sit up but you couldn’t move it. There was some kind of sensation in it but you couldn’t lift it, it was so hard. You concentrated on your feet. You moved your fingers and slowly lowered them on the ground. Good. You can feel the coldness. You grasped the bed sheets with your healthy hand and lifted yourself up. You felt around your body, most of it was bandaged. You were so dizzy and your back hurt like crazy. You had to get to the door somehow. If you’re here, maybe he’s as well?

You practically ripped the door open. There was no one in the long hallway and it felt like you did something like this before. You started checking room after room. They were all empty. Where is everyone? You slowly descended down the stairs and stopped near an open window, the wind gently welcoming you. There was a man talking with a group of people downstairs near the pond. He signed some papers and they all left. He leaned onto the railing. That figure… You rushed out of the building as fast as you could with your legs like that.

“Jongdae!” you shouted once you were outside. You saw how the man tensed up. He slowly turned around.

“Y/N… You’re…”

You approached him step by step. You needed to make sure, if it’s really him, if it’s not a dream. You grasped his shirt and set your head against his chest. He was so warm. You felt a few tears stream down your face. It’s him. He’s alive.

“Y/N… Baby,” he pulled you into a tight hug before lifting your head and cupping your face. “You’re awake… You can walk… I thought I lost you… It’s been so long since I woke up… It looked like eternity passed while I was waiting for you…” he was crying so much, you barely understood him. You never saw him like this before. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, your tears away and then your cheeks. He hovered above your lips. You thought this is the best chance you can get to tell him how you feel. Maybe you will never forget and be okay with what he, or rather his father had done. But what’s the point hanging onto the past. You can’t deny it anymore…

“Jongdae,” you breathed out, wrapping your healthy hand around his neck. “I… I love you,” you finally said, looking into his eyes. They were wide. He couldn’t believe you actually told him that.

“I love you,” he said against your lips before kissing them. He pulled you even closer, only letting you go to take in some air. You could still feel and taste him tough. He took your hands and kneeled in front you but you didn’t want to look at him from above so you knelt down as well and he chuckled.

“Y/N… I have been thinking… Why don’t we start over? I mean…” he fumbled with his pocket before taking something out. “Will you marry me?”

“What do you mean? We’re married already,” you laughed.

“I will take that as a yes,” he said and you nodded, letting him put on the ring on your finger where it belonged. You will make sure to never take it off now. You liked how it bonded you two together. Both of you must have looked pretty silly, still crying but laughing, kneeling down on the ground. He intertwined your fingers with his and you wanted to do the same but your arm still felt heavy. You tried bending one of the fingers.

“Can you move it?” he asked worriedly. “I know you can do it… Will just have to work with it later,” he said, kissing your hand as well. He hugged you again and you felt safe in his embrace.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. For not telling the truth. For getting you involved. For everything. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have gone through so much. I just… Ever since that day… I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

You ran your hand through his soft hair and just nuzzled your head into his neck. You always liked his scent.

“There is one more thing I’m sorry for…”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him. More secrets?

“I lied. You know I could have never killed you, so all this time there was really only one option. And it wasn’t even for you. You just left me no choice but fall in love with you on our first meeting.”

You chuckled and hit him lightly on the chest and he winced.

“It hasn’t healed properly yet,” he explained.

“Then why did you say it? Why give me options if I can’t even choose?” you laughed.

“I didn’t expect you to be so stubborn but I’m glad that you were. You look so stunning even when you’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes. Him and his compliments.

“Well that option works well for me now too,” you said, kissing him again. Never have you expected for your (not exactly) arranged marriage to turn out this way.

A/N2: I actually never meant to end this series on that last part but I thought ‘hey it’s a pretty good cliffhanger, why not troll my readers’ 😂 I’m sorry, I’m evil 😂 But look, now you have two options, you can take the 7th part or this one as the ending, it’s up to you! Whatever is your taste! 😂

And before I forget, I would like to repeat myself and thank everyone who stuck with me, waited for the updates and read this series. It’s crazy how it started from a request, such a short scenario, that you could almost call it a drabble yet it came to be one my most treasured works. I’m happy you guys loved it and I was happy loving it as well. Let’s all continue to be fascinated by that beautiful, eye smile, sunshine named Kim Jongdae!~~

anonymous asked:

okay here's my longgg WIW thought: AU where teen Nat breaks free of her conditioning/handlers in the late 90s! and starts working on her own side, trying to stealthily eliminate the Red Room and any other organization that relies heavily on brainwashing, b/c she never wants anyone to go through what she did. After a few months, she realizes that someone is helping her behind the scenes--covering her tracks electronically, dropping her hints about where the next cell might be, etc. 1/10

She should be freaked out that someone discovered her, can FOLLOW her, and she is, she’s terrified, but–this person is helping her. this person could have turned her in at any time. so it’s either someone who genuinely wants to help or someone who’s playing a long con to get her. she decides not to let her guard down around this person but to cautiously take their help–double-checking with outside sources before she goes off to do anything on their say-so, though. After a year she 2/10

gets an email that just has the location of a post box. She memorizes it, and when she checks her email again the next day, the message is gone. When she finds the box, she sees that her ghost has left her some new intel along with… some kind of electronic weapon? And instructions. She’s suspicious but she makes someone she’s about to kill test it out and her eyes go wide with delight. She quickly grows to love her new weapon. Her ghost keeps giving her intel/suggestions, but now every 3/10

few months there’s an upgrade, too. After a couple times of this she leaves a message in the box for them, b/c it’s the only way she can think of to contact them, saying thank you. Somehow that turns into the two of them corresponding through letters, and she becomes very fond of her ghost. They’ll never tell her who they are or give any hints, but the two of them talk about everything and nothing, play long games of chess over months, gossip over marked-up fashion magazines and about new 4/10

movies coming out. She feels like she gets to know her ghost very well. Like she can trust them. They have inside jokes! She thinks about them often. She thinks of them as a friend. She still tries to be wary but she knows, though she doesn’t want to admit it, that she’s compromised. She just hopes that they don’t give her away, and wishes she wasn’t so weak that she liked them so much. // ENTER THE WINTER SOLDIER. On a mission in the early 2000s he breaks free of his conditioning and 5/10

runs off to start his own crusade against HYDRA. He and Nat run into each other a few times on jobs they’ve both decided to take. They circle each other warily and exchange some blows, but nothing serious. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Eventually she sends a message to her ghost and asks if they think the man is trustworthy. Her ghost comes back saying that the Winter Soldier has been reported missing and maybe this guy is him? Maybe they should bring him in on their project if 6/10

he hates brainwashing too. (Nat gets a warm feeling she quickly squashes when her ghost calls it ‘their’ project.) So she starts talking to the soldier when they run into each other and eventually he comes to find her one day and asks her what her deal is. She explains, asks if he wants to join them. He shrugs and that’s that, he’s now part of their op. Nat’s ghost starts calling him James because ‘he looks like Bucky Barnes, Nat, tell me you don’t see it!’ and slowly over time James gets 7/10

enmeshed into their friendship and letters and starts remembering more about his personality and some memories. So Nat’s ghost becomes THEIR ghost, and things are good. When a month goes by without hearing from their ghost, they don’t worry too much. But they’ve never gone more than two without hearing from them, so they DO worry after their ghost is silent that long. Nat thinks maybe she’s suddenly getting what more she could want to make her happy. What’s been missing. What she hasn’t 8/10

been admitting to herself about James and their ghost, and feelings. Futures. Families. Then she’s absently watching the news and they’re reporting on Tony Stark’s disappearance again–and she sits bolt upright. Tony Stark been missing for two months, Tony Stark is a mechanical genius, Tony Stark… and the pieces fall into place. She feels immense fury boiling inside of her at the thought that someone has their ghost held captive. No.He belongs with her and James. Heads will roll for this. 9/10

Cue a rescue mission to Afghanistan! (Sidenote: I imagine Tony was born ten years later in this au, but his parents still died in 1991. Obie took over the company until Tony would be old enough to take it on, leaving him a bored teenager in the late 90s trawling around on the internet while getting his second phd when he found Natasha. Tony of course has been in love with both of them and known it practically from meeting each but didn’t think they’d want him or it could work out.) 10/10

Originally posted by sayrix

I’m fine, I’m fine, just sitting here, crying and petting this beautiful headcanon. I don’t even know what to say. There is nothing to say. THIS IS PERFECTION! THANK YOU YOU BRILLIANT WONDERFUL ANON MAY YOUR MIND CONTINUE TO GIFT YOU WITH THESE BREATHTAKING IDEAS!!!

(I’m sorry I’m sorry, I just can’t resist: Nat and James are in the middle of fighting these pathetic terrorists who dared taking their ghost–and they’d enjoy the fight a lot more if it wasn’t for that cold, dreadful worry, that desperate need to find their ghost and make sure he’s okay–when a fucking metal suit starts blasting these bastards apart with the sort of blind fury they can appreciate but know to be wary off. Which is a good thing, because once the last of the Ten Ring guys is dead, James is almost too slow to avoid one of the blasts, and then suddenly the metal suit is on his knees, crying and apologising and it’s all very messy but they’ve got their ghost back and really that’s the only thing that matters, isn’t it?)

anonymous asked:

Andreil prompt! Neil and Andrew celebrating their first win on the same pro team??? (Neil just being so happy and Andrew being happy because Neil is happy!!)

ahhh! i love this! it may not have turned out as fluffy as you wanted (apparently i’m having trouble producing fluff lately or whatever) but i think it still is pretty funny!

  • so i don’t think the bonus content ever say how long neil and andrew play on separate teams, but for the sake of this let’s just say that they don’t play together for two season
  • initially it’s pretty easy for both neil and andrew to play on separate teams but still live together and see each other only a couple times during the season
  • this means that one of them either owns another apartment closer to their team, or drives an insane distance everyday just to go back to the shared apartment (and tbh the answer is both, andrew owns an apartment closer to his team but decides to stay at the shared apartment if there isn’t a game the next day)

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A thousand apologies

This is my first ever malec fic, and it’s set right after 2x12. Hope you enjoy!


Alec was standing in a clave meeting, unable to focus. His arms were crossed and he had an agitated look on his face, his jaw more tense than usual. He’d forgotten what the meeting was even about. Something along the lines of Valentines escape and a half-hearted “thank you for taking care of Azazel” directed at him. None of that really mattered right now.

When the meeting finally was over, Alec excused himself off to his bedroom. It felt awfully quiet at the institute. Just thinking about everything that has went down in just a matter of a few days, made Alec walk restlessly back and forth in his room. He kept checking his phone, but even the phone was dead silent. He wasn’t sure whether or not to worry about that.

After leaving Magnus’ loft earlier that afternoon, he’d felt devastated and full of guilt. When he’d asked Magnus desperately what he could do to fix things, he got no respond. That’s when his heart shattered, because he knew there was nothing he could do to fix the damage that had been done to him. Alec felt disgusted and full of shame for not being able to recognize his own boyfriend in the shape of a ruthless killer. It didn’t make it any better that Magnus couldn’t even look him in the eyes afterwards. Seeing Magnus sitting with his head hanging low made Alec realize how small and vulnerable he looked. All Alec wanted to do was to reach out to his beloved and hold him tight, tell him again and again how sorry he was, but he didn’t dare to touch him in fear of being rejected. Instead, they sat in silence for a while before Magnus had asked for some time alone.

Alec got no more messages that night, nor any phone calls. All he could do, was wait. That night felt particularly long and lonesome. And little did the young shadowhunter know that not far from the institute, across the street, was a particularly devastated warlock crying away the hours of the night.

The first thing Alec did when he woke up the next morning was to check for any new messages. To his disappointment, the display showed no new missed calls or messages. He was tempted to dial Magnus’ number just to hear his voice, but decided it was best if he didn’t.

Alec spent all morning in the training area, kicking and hitting away at the punching bag, until he got tired off all the concerned looks from everyone at the institute and hid in his room. His stomach was twisting and he felt a sudden urge to throw up. He decided to take a long shower in hope to get his mind off of all the horrible thoughts that was swirling around in his head.

It was late in the afternoon, and still no sign from Magnus. Alec was getting more worried as time went by, but tried to tell himself that Magnus needed the time alone. The thought didn’t calm him down though.

Around 6 pm, Alec was getting way too restless to sit still up in his room, so he decided to head out to get some fresh air. As he walked past Jace and the others, he caught them mentioning Magnus’ name, so he stopped and turned around.

“What are you guys talking about?” Alec asked expressionless with his arms crossed over his chest. Jace, Clary and Izzy turned silent as they exchanged looks. Alec raised an eyebrow and stared at each of them. Finally, Jace took a deep breath and looked over at his parabatai.

“Apparently, there’s been more absurd demon attacks.” Jace said slowly before looking back at Clary and Izzy. Alec remained expressionless as he waited for the rest of the explanation.

“We’re thinking there might be more greater demons on the lookout for the mortal cup.” Clary continued. Still no respond from Alec. Jace got a nervous look in his eyes as he swallowed hard and looked back at Alec.

“We were just talking about… We might need someone to help us with this.” Jace said carefully. Alec knew exactly who they meant by this “someone” and felt anger building up inside.

“And you were thinking about asking Magnus…” Alec said with annoyance in his voice, his eyes glowing with dismay. The other three exchanged looks again before staring back at Alec.

“Alec, we-“ Izzy began to say, but Alec didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he lifted his hand as a sign for her to stop.

“Unbelievable!” He was shouting now, not caring about who would hear him. The others looked at him with wide eyes. Jace tried to reach for Alec’s arm, but he only shook it off.

“No! I can’t believe you’re seriously thinking about asking Magnus for help after everything he’s been through, and after everything he’s already done for us!” Alec shouted furiously before he turned around and started walking towards the exit.

“Alec, wait! Come back!” He heard them shout after him, but he’s had enough. Tears was forcing its way to the surface as he started to run in the direction of Magnus’ loft.

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Rivals Series Playlists

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts

hey fam, ‘tis I, your favorite Yuri!!! on Ice trashbag and pro fic reader, back at it again with the fanfic posts!

I’m coming at you today with playlists for both of @kazliin‘s Rivals fics! If you haven’t read them, you should come out from whatever rock you’re living under and surrender to this angsty one-sided-hate-sex AU. Here I have two lists of song recommendations to pair with these stories, handpicked from my own Spotify playlists - so brace yourself for a lot of chill indie electropop/rock, I suppose. I tend to think in songs so a lot of these came to mind as I was reading them, while others I picked later. There’s one for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and one for Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts! Please enjoy and pray for my poor sons, who just can’t seem to communicate with each other.

Rivals // UMFB&MHA - YouTube | Spotify

Rivals // OBS&BH - YouTube | Spotify

Fuck yeah I made these graphics. Or at least, I put them together. The Yuuri image and both snowy backgrounds came from Google; the Victor image, I painstakingly rendered myself. When I say I spent way too much time on this I mean it, y’all.

Song notes under the cut!! (Warning: notes contain spoilers for UMFB&MHA and OBS&BH up to chapter 3)

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The Only One For Me - Minghao Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by minghaeo

Request: Hi! Can you do maybe do a Minghao angst where another girl is relentlessly trying to get him to cheat on the reader with her but Minghao is loyal and says no but all the reader sees is the girl flirty and stuff with Minghao and not him saying no to her? Sorry if this is confusing (also sorry I request a lot of stuff, you just always write exactly what I want!)

Word Count: 1515

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member/Group: Minghao (The8) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: A day out at the mall was needed for you and your boyfriend to get some well needed rest, but an unwanted visitor may just ruin that.

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say, I am running low on requests since the last time I asked, so please send in more. Make them a pretty detailed outline of what you want, and don’t be afraid to use anon! Anyway, sorry for any errors, I’m too tired to bother editing this right now.(It’s 11:30 here.)xx

 Minghao leaned over the kitchen table and sighed, munching on his partially soggy cereal. Today was his first day off in quite a while, and he had planned to spend it with you until you had to inform him of your half-day at work. It was better than a full day shift, but it still left Minghao alone for a solid four hours. That all lead to him eating his breakfast alone and wishing you could be there to crack some jokes as he ate.

 As he spooned the last spoonful of sweet deliciousness into his mouth, he got out of his chair to walk over to the sink to wash the now dirty bowl. The water cleaned the last of the soggy crumbs from the bottom of the container and he placed it on the dish rack to avoid breaking it. He was going to walk over to the couch and scroll through his phone when the annoying shriek of the doorbell ringing invaded the silence. Quickly, his sock covered feet pattered over to the door and he pulled it wide open, expecting the person outside to be a deliveryman or a neighbor in need of assistance.

 “Hi, Minghao! I heard you were free, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe or something for some ~alone time~!” The annoying girl that sat on his doorstep was definitely not the mailman, but he probably would have been happier to see him. (G/N) had dark hair that was stuffed into to massive pigtails and what looked like 50 pounds of makeup distributed unevenly across her face. Her outfit screamed “I’m in my twenties but desperate to cling to my escaping youth by chasing younger guys,” which is a statement so accurate that it made Minghao laugh just to think about it.

 “Um… my girlfriend is going to be home from work soon, so I have get ready. I’m sorry, maybe go ask somebody else?” His nails gently swiped the back off his neck as his eyes trailed to the ground.

 Her lipsticked scowl grew, and she nodded slowly before backing away from the door. “Yeah, just tell (Y/N) hi for me I guess…” Her shoes clicked against the floor as she sashayed away from the door, hips swinging in an attempt to catch the long man’s eyes. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, and he turned around to go back to the living room.

 “Babe!~ I’m home from work!” You walked in and set your large bag on the wooden table. Minghao ran into the room and immediately, his arms were around your waist.

 “I missed you so much! It’s so boring here without you. Plus, the weird girl on the first floor came to the apartment and basically tried to get me to go on a date with her…” Laughing at Minghao’s misfortune, you placed a kiss on his lips.

 “Well, if she bothers you again I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t leave my sight.” He laughed at your joking words. “I can be your personal bodyguard.”

 “Ok, (Y/N). So, what do you want to do for the day? Lunch? Maybe go shopping or something?”

 “Minghao, you know me way too well. Let’s do lunch then we can go walk around the mall if that’s good with you.” He nodded and released you from his vice grip. “I’ll go get dressed in normal clothes, and we can leave.”

 Minghao locked the door behind him before lacing his fingers with yours. You smiled up at him, and you both walked down the long hallway to the stairs. It may have seemed childish to others, but Minghao swung your hands back and forth as he hummed a familiar tune. He continued this all the way out of the building and to the bus stop. When you finally got onto the bus, you both found seats adjacent to each other and sat, making a comment or two to the other ever so often. As the beautiful scenery of the busy city flew by, so did the minutes. Before long, you reached the large complex of buildings that housed all your favorite stores and restaurants.

 “Here, Jagi, I’ll hold your bag so you can tie your shoelace.” Minghao’s considerate nature beamed as you quickly fixed the loose shoelaces on your left sneaker.

 “Thank you, Minghao!” You pecked him on the cheek before walking through the large glass doors, fingers intertwined. 

 Overplayed pop music blasted from each storefront, but the two of you quickly made your way to the food court and payed for two meals. As soon as the trays were sat down in front of you, it seemed to magically disappear. Minghao eagerly devoured his meal and waited for you to finish.

 “Okay, where do you want to go first?” You leaped up from the plastic seat and walked with Minghao to dispose of your trash.

 It had been a solid hour, and you had begged Minghao to let you visit Forever 21 before you left. He had already taken a seat in the appointed ‘boyfriend chair’ when you had slipped into the sea of clothing. As he scrolled through his emails, a familiar annoying voice pierced his eardrums.

 “HaoHao! What a coincidence! I guess fate wanted us to meet up today!” (G/N) batted her mascara coated eyelashes and leaned over the poor boy. “Why don’t you come with me, and maybe we can go to somewhere like Victoria’s Secret? I need your opinion on some new clothes.”

 Minghao fidgeted uncomfortably as (G/N) pushed her clothed chest closer towards him in an attempt to grab his attention. “No thank you, I’m waiting for my girlfriend to finish shopping…”

 (G/N) huffed and crossed her arms before lurching into a series of high pitched whines. Minghao instantly began spouting more excuses over the sound of her complaints, when (G/N) suddenly slipped forward. She landed in a jumbled mess across Minghao, which must have looked even worse when he started moving his arms to try and push her off of him.

 “What the fuck, Minghao?” You walked over and were shocked to see your boyfriend in such a compromising position. (G/N) smiled at you, and leaned forward before planting a kiss on Minghao’s cheek. “I thought you said you didn’t like her in any way! I’m going home, here’s the hoodie I bought you! Jerk…” 

 Minghao stuttered as the thick article of clothing hit his head and you stomped away. Immediately, he harshly shoved (G/N) away. “I hope this was worth it for you.” (G/N)’s smile faltered, and he sprinted in your direction.

 Tears streamed down your cheeks, but you still continued the search for the key to your apartment. Realizing your search was futile, you slumped against the door and let strong sobs rack through your body.

 “Hey… I’ll unlock the door.” Minghao quietly began to put the key in the lock and opened the door to let you in. “I’m sorry. She was pushing herself on me, (Y/N), I swear I would never hurt you like that.”

 Saying nothing, you pushed past him. He followed you like a lost puppy, until you eventually turned around to face him. “I know. Just let me be alone for a bit, okay? I didn’t want to see my hag of a neighbor flirting with my man today, and your lack of any type of explanation at the time did nothing to help.”

 “Wait, (Y/N)-” The door to the bedroom slammed shut, creating a barrier between the two pity parties taking place at the moment.

 After a few hours, you sat up and thought over your actions. You knew that you had overreacted, but you just couldn’t help feeling upset with how much jealousy had rooted itself in your mind at the sight of another girl and your beloved boyfriend. A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and a melancholic-looking Minghao stepped through the door with one arm holding something behind his back.

 “Hey.” He sat next to you, and revealed a single rose from behind his back. “Think of this as a physical apology, since I’m not so good with words or anything like that…” His shy demeanor radiated, and a small giggle escaped your mouth for the first time in the past few hours.

 “I accept your apology. I need to say sorry too, babe. I overreacted, and I should have listened to what you had to say first.” A flush spread across your cheeks as Minghao pulled your body into his thin frame.

 “It’s okay, Jagiya. Let’s never let anything like this happen again, okay? I don’t think I can handle that much stress anytime soon.” You nodded into his warm chest and let his hand rub across your shoulders, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Music Series: Leather and Lace

I started writing this imagine in May of this year as a sequel to one of my other one-shots. When my thoughts for that sequel changed, I liked this story enough to save it and search for a new song to pair it with.

I believe I’ve found it.

Thank you @tbstyles13 for placing this request in my queue. It will work beautifully. I apologize for the long length. It’s a flippin’ novella, I know.

This is “Leather and Lace” by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley, which can be found HERE, on my Spotify playlist “Timeless”, or along with every Music Series song, on my playlist  “Harry Styles Music Series Imagine Inspirations by Charligirlmusic”…yes, I know, long name but it makes the point.

I hope you like it! xo



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Prompt: Person A and B buy their first house together. 

Kala surveys the five-story walk-up apartment with narrowed eyes. At the time they purchased it, it seemed ideal. In the heart of the city, close to her favorite ice cream shop, surprisingly affordable, a wonderful view, two bedrooms, lovely neighbors, a balcony that could accommodate a hot tub, a pet-friendly policy. It was perfect. There was just one small problem, which at the time they ignored. No elevator.

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First Impressions (Part 16)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic) Anger / saddness

Word Count: 1496

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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The next day at work, you and Sebastian worked just fine side by side all day, until late evening. The crew packed up and headed home and as you were grabbing your things, Sebastian approached you.

“Hey,” you greeted kindly.

“Hey, so…We need to talk,” he said uneasily.

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Like a Hyacinth // BTS’ Jungkook

Here is the story of a love filled with sorrow and constancy.

Word Count: 6.2k.

Your move into a new town goes exactly as how one might imagine it: stressful, slightly chaotic, but overall it’s a productive and bustling day. The movers are quick and efficient in their work, and later when you call your mother you’re proud to report that you misplaced only two boxes. Those will arrive by the weekend, you tell her, but until then, you have plenty of other belongings to sift through and tuck away in their new home.

The next few days are tiring. You have no friends or family members living in this unfamiliar town, so the task of unpacking falls entirely on you. It’s a lot of work for one person to handle, but it becomes a routine which you follow without complaint. In the mornings you wake up and get dressed, then gulp down a cup of coffee before leaving for your new job. When you’re done you come straight to the apartment to have a simple dinner and sort through the boxes that are waiting for you in the living room. Sometimes you pass by your neighbour in 707, a man with hair the colour of sullied gold, but he only gives you a nod in greeting and you only nod back. There will be chances to introduce yourself properly in the future, you think as you close the door behind you, but they will have to wait until after you finish settling down.

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Fate (Winn Schott x Reader)

Summary: Years ago, you were happy. You had everything you ever wanted; a dream, a home, the love of your life. Then it all ended; your engagement, your love, you happiness. Winn had cheated on you and ended your future together. So you started a new life, in a new town with new people surrounding you. Of course, fate wasn’t so kind as you saw Winn at a restaurant. He wants to apologize and you want to move on. Maybe things could work out in the end. 

Word Count: 2661

Author’s Note: I usually put this at the end but I just wanted to mention that the past in this fic is based off of the musical The Last Five Years, which Jeremy Jordan played in. The idea of combining the worlds was so fun to me so I had to, though Jamie is the complete opposite of Winn really. You don’t have to have watched that to read this though. K thanks, hope you enjoy, sorry for any mistakes. Requests are open; I’m working on another cheryl fic and might do a sequel to this? idk

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Title: Irked

Author lokilover9

Chapter 3

Original Imagine: Imagine due to having highly effective telekinesis, Tony Stark seeks you out and hires you. Loki’s been forced to live there by Odin and help on missions when needed, making penance to Midgardians. Prior to moving into the Tower, you learn of his superior and arrogant attitude and upon being introduced, immediately dislike him. Particularly because he looks at you like your his next meal.

Notes: Some words have been purposely misspelled due to the characters alcohol consumption. Silly girls. ;)

That Friday evening, Shandi and Nat were in her apartment getting ready to go out and Nat was doing her makeup.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Shandi asked.

“I think so. This eyeshadow goes great with your big blue eyes.”

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anonymous asked:

i love your scenarios!!! can i request a neighbor au with seokmin? thank you!!!

- you live in an apartment and the whole building knows about the boy named lee seokmin
- how can anyone miss him? he’s literal sunshine and he’s also the sweetest person ever
- you always catch him helping the older ladies carry their groceries, playing around with the little kids, and just being an all-around friendly guy
- you never really talked to him before other than a nice “good morning” or “hello” when you catch each other in the hall
- you know each other’s names, but it doesn’t go any further than that
- he lives in the room next to you and you can hear him singing sometimes and just….. woah…. his voice is so clear and beautiful
- but that night, you don’t hear him singing as usual and you’re like “eh maybe he’s at a friend’s”
- you get ready for bed, but you toss and turn continuously for the next hour, trying to find a comfortable position
- you keep checking the time, and what started out as eleven in the evening is now one in the morning
- you don’t even know why you couldn’t fall asleep….. the school year’s over, you have a day off tomorrow, and you paid your bills on time
- there’s nothing you could be worried about
- you get out of bed and tell yourself that maybe some milk and cookies could help you fall asleep
- unfortunately, you didn’t have either
- you slam the fridge’s door shut and start heading back to your bedroom, but you’re like no. i need milk and cookies.
- you grab a hoodie and head out your door, there’s a 24-hour convenience store right across the street so why not
- when you walk past the door, you’re surprised to see seokmin digging in his backpack outside his room
- he notices you and cheerfully exclaims “hey, neighbor!”
- you say “oh hey! you just got back?” and he says “yeah, my friend’s birthday ended later than expected. you’re going out now?”
- you say “just to get some snacks…. can’t sleep” and he asks “oh, why not?”
- you answer “just one of those nights, i guess… well, i’ll be heading out now. have a good night.”
- he grins “you too!” and you turn around to leave for the store
- you quickly buy two boxes of chocolate chip cookies and a carton of milk, and you’re ready to get back to your apartment to eat your past-midnight snack
- but when you get back, you see seokmin lying on the floor in front of his room
- you raise an eyebrow and ask “seokmin? what are you doing?”
- seokmin turns around and smiles sheepishly “oh hi again (name)! i….. uh, i left my keys at my friend’s….”
- you ask “so you’re planning on just sleeping out here?” and he says “i thought of going to my friend’s to spend the night there, but it takes about an hour from here and he’ll probably be asleep by the time i get there”
- you ask “won’t your back hurt??” and seokmins says “nah, i’ll be fine!”
- you ask “are you sure?” and says “i’m sure! i guess i’ll see you later?”
- after saying goodbye, you unlock your apartment and step inside
- when you close the door behind you, you lean your back against it and look down at the floor
- you feel bad that seokmin has to spend the night on the dirty floors of their apartment building instead of in his warm bed because he left his keys
- you and seokmin may not be friends exactly, but you know he doesn’t deserve to be left outside like that knowing how kind he is
- and you know he’s a nice guy…. so maybe….?
- you open the door again and poke your head outside, saying “hey, seokmin?”
- he turns around and says “yeah?”
- you hold up the plastic bag and ask “do you want some milk and cookies? and maybe a couch to sleep on?”
- his face brightens at your words and he screams “REALLY???”
- you place a finger on top of your lips and say “SH!! don’t be so loud, our neighbors are sleeping!!”
- seokmin apologizes and walks into your room, exclaiming “oh!! your place is so nice and cozy!!”
- you laugh “it’s nothing special, why are you so amazed??”
- you offer him some cookies and give him a glass of milk, and you both sit at your dining table talking about whatever comes to mind
- seokmin’s actually really funny and so easy to talk to, you ask yourself why you haven’t become friends with him earlier
- when you both grow tired, you show seokmin to the couch and give him a fluffy pillow and warm blanket to sleep with
- you joke “you better not try anything funny. and you better not steal anything and run off. i know where you live.”
- seokmin laughs “HEY, i’m not like that!!” and you say “i know, i know. washroom’s over there if you need to go. good night, seokmin.”
- he says “good night, (name). thank you.”
- you smile and walk into your bedroom, thinking about how much fun you’ve had in such a short period of time
- seokmin really is such a cool guy….. and he’s cute too….. BUT ANYWAYS
- the next morning, you wake up and walk into the living room, frowning when you see an empty couch
- he did have work that morning, so it makes sense…. but it just feels a bit sad because seokmin was so fun to have around…. eating breakfast together would’ve been nice
- while washing the glasses you both drank from the night before, you realize something
- “…he stole the rest of the cookies.”
- later that night, while flipping through channels, you hear a knock on your door
- you get up from the couch and open it up to see seokmin holding a pillow, blanket and a box of double chocolate cookies
- he says “they were out of chocolate chip, so i went for this one…. i hope that’s okay?”
- you smile “that’ll do.”

thank you for your request!! ^^

Daddy - Chapter 5 - Ice Cream

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The most precious jewels you’ll ever have around your neck are the arms of your child.

By Wednesday, Betty was missing Jughead something awful and he hadn’t replied to her text of wanting him as well and he hadn’t made any contact at all. She was nervous and didn’t know if she should just text and say hello or give him some space.  He had said he was going to be busy so she just left it.  Still, she missed him.  She had shown Jackson the pictures of him on her phone and the little guy had pointed and said his name and it warmed her heart.  He remembered who he was and it was a good thing.  The way Jughead was stepping up after literally having his world shifted with this news was something that was almost shocking.  He was amazing and she liked him.  A lot.  She also wanted him.  More than a lot.  She ached for him and it wasn’t going away and she really wondered how long they could hold out.

She lay in bed thinking about him and wondering where this was going to go. He was obviously committed already to Jackson, and he wanted her, but was there more for them?  Was there more between them than just the sexual attraction. For her, there was.  She liked him so much and missed him like crazy when he wasn’t around or texting and she wanted him in her life.  Jackson ensured that, but she couldn’t help but want more.  Was she stupid for wanting more in such a short time?  There was something between them and she didn’t think it was just the sexual tension.  Her phone suddenly dinged with a message from him.  She knew it was him before she even looked because she had set his contact with his own ringtone, like she did almost everyone else in her contacts.  Her mother’s was a screeching rooster and it made her laugh every time she heard it.  She quickly grabbed her phone and looked at the screen.

J: Hey…

B:  Hi :)

J:  I like that smile :)

B:  I really missed you.

J:  Did you? ;)

B:  Yes.

J:  I’m sorry, I should have text more.  I’d say it was because I was busy, which I was, but I was also freaking out a little.

B: Why?

J:  You said you wanted me too and I went into a bit of a spin.

B:  Oh….

J:  I’m not exactly sure how to keep my hands off you….

B:  We could tie them behind your back lol

J:  Well, I’m not really into kink, but if you are, then….

B:  lol we do this every time….why? why do we do this?

J:  Not sure ;)  You bring out the bad in me lol

B:  ;)

Jughead didn’t reply for a while and Betty just smiled at the screen.  It was so easy to talk to him like this.  She hoped in time it would be easy and carefree in person as well.  It was to a certain extent but the minute the flirting started she usually turned beet red and couldn’t even look at him.

J:  I miss your face.

B:  I gave you a lot of pictures :)

J:  I need a new one ;)

Betty scrolled into her pics and found one she had taken that morning.  She took it for the sole purpose of sending it to him and hadn’t worked up the courage.  She sent it.  He responded a couple minutes later.

J:  sigh

J:  Why do you have to be so beautiful?  Seriously Betty, I’m trying to keep my hands off you, this isn’t helping lol

B:  Well, you wanted a new pic…..and thank you :)  and you know, fair is fair ;)

Jughead sent a picture of himself with his hand in his hair and giving some sort of cute teasing look and she got the butterflies again.

B:  You are ridiculously hot

J:  ;)

B:  You know, we keep doing this and it’s not helping a thing lol

J:  I can’t help it.  

B:  Can I ask you something?

J:  Anything

B:  You said the other day that you’ve been thinking about me since the day we met.  Would you care to elaborate?

J:  Ummm…lol you sure you want me to?

B:  well, did you have any thoughts that didn’t revolve around the ‘fun’.

J:  What fun?

B:  shut up and answer the question lol

He took a while to type and she spent the time looking at her newest picture of him.  God, he was good looking.  How did she manage to capture the interest of such a babe?  She laughed at herself.  Babe?  Maybe she would try it out.

J:  I thought about the way you smiled at me across the room at that party.  The way you blushed when I came over to talk to you.  I thought about how nervous you were in the elevator.  I thought about how you kissed me.  I thought about how you invited me back to your place.  I thought about the way you giggled. The way you smiled.  The way your green eyes darkened when I touched you.  I thought about how your mouth felt when I kissed you.  I thought about how we kept stopping and being terrified you’d change your mind because I wanted you so bad, I was going nuts.  I had never wanted anyone like that before and I didn’t even know you.  I mostly always thought about how sad you looked when I left and I spent 2 and a half years kicking myself for not giving you my phone number.

Betty read his text and couldn’t breathe for a minute.  It was more than sex.  She was certain of that now.  She didn’t quite know how to respond and thought about it for a while.  

J:  Sigh, I keep oversharing….

B:  You thought about me a lot… :)

J:  Yes, and did I mention kicking myself?  

B:  Did you leave any bruises?

J:  Yes, you may need to kiss them better ;)

B:  That sounds tempting :)

J:  I wouldn’t say no….

B:  I’m extremely tempted to invite you over….

J:  Again, I wouldn’t say no….

B:  We need to change the subject, like now!

J:  Why? ;)

B:  Grrrrr

J:  Mmmmmm tigress ;)

B:  Seriously, stop it lol

J:  I can’t help it, I keep looking at your picture and you’re so fucking cute and now I’m just imagining….

B:  I’m not going to ask, I’m not going to ask….

J: lol

B:  Jughead?

J:  Betty?

B:  I need to say goodnight or I really will invite you over….

J:  ;)

B:  Goodnight Jughead :)

J:  Goodnight Beautiful :)

Betty sighed and let out a groan.  Dammit.  They were really fucking bad at taking things slow.  Friday was two days away and she was already blushing at the thought of facing him.  How do you sit around with a guy, keeping your hands to yourself when you’ve both confessed that you want each other.  She thought back to their night together and remembered how his mouth had felt when it was moving down her body.  How he had parted her thighs and stroked his tongue over her.  Betty had had only one sexual partner before him and they had never done that and it had been the most erotic thing she had ever experienced in her life.  She closed her eyes and her hand slipped between her legs as the images played in her mind and it was Jughead’s name she moaned a few minutes later.

It was pouring rain that Friday.  By late afternoon it was turning into sleet and Betty sighed as she looked out the window.  There would be no going to the park today.  Winter was coming and play time changed to indoor play places when she could get there and just staying in the apartment.  Jughead sent her a text around 4:00.

J:  So, I guess you won’t be at the park today.  I was really looking forward to seeing Jackson and you :(

B:  Why don’t you come to the apartment?  I can cook again :)

J:  Are you sure?  I don’t want to confuse Jackson in his own place.

B:  You won’t confuse him.  He’s comfortable with you and I want you guys to spend time together, so please, come for dinner.  7:00?

J.  Ok :)

Jughead arrived at 7:00 sharp.  She had to give him kudos for being punctual. She was also so nervous, she felt like throwing up.  So much had been text since they had last seen each other and she was a wreck.  She grabbed Jackson before opening the door, shamelessly using her son to hide behind. Jughead’s face broke into a grin when he saw them and her heart just melted.  

“Hey!” he said happily.

“Jughead,” Jackson said with a grin and suddenly reached toward him with both arms.  Jughead was so surprised he just froze.  Betty smiled and stepped closer and held him to Jughead.

“It’s ok, you can take him,” she said softly.  “He doesn’t want to go to a lot of people and he doesn’t usually like people this quickly but maybe on some level he knows you guys are connected,” she finished quietly.  Jughead stepped into the apartment and gently hooked his hands under Jackson’s arms and lifted him against his chest, tucking an arm around him to steady him.

“Hat!”  Jackson exclaimed and reached up and pulled Jughead’s hat from his head.  

“Ahhh, I see why you like me,” Jughead said with a laugh.  Jackson tried to put it on and when he succeeded, his head disappeared.  Betty started to laugh and closed the door.  She motioned for Jughead to go into the living room with him and she went back to the kitchen to finish preparing the food.  She had just made a lasagna and Caesar salad and soon had everything on the table ready to go.

Jughead was sitting on the couch trying to get his hat to sit right on Jackson’s head so it didn’t cover his eyes and the little boy thought it was a fun game of hide and seek.

“Boo,” he yelled when Jughead lifted the hat.  He laughed and gave him a squeeze.  Betty could have stood all evening and watched them, but the food was getting cold.

“Time to eat,” she said with a smile and Jughead stood up from the couch and carried Jax over and she motioned for him to put him in the high chair.  They sat down and once again, Jughead gushed over her cooking.

“This is insanely good,” he said as he ate.  She smiled and fed Jackson little bits of the pasta while Jughead wolfed down half the pan.  Betty ate slowly, her eyes taking in their little threesome as they enjoyed dinner and she suddenly had an ache in her chest.  They were a family and at the same time, they weren’t.  This was the definition of complicated.  She looked back to Jughead and found him watching her.  There was a glint in his eyes that she couldn’t identify and he gave her a small smile.  Jackson chose at that moment to throw the pasta he had and it landed in Jughead’s water glass.  Betty sighed and frowned at Jackson.

“Sweetie, we don’t throw food.  Say you’re sorry please.”

“No!” was the reply, followed by a giggle.

“Jackson, there will be no icecream for you if you don’t say you’re sorry,” Betty said firmly.  

“Hey, buddy, I don’t know about you, but I really love ice cream, I’d do just about anything for some.  I wouldn’t pass that up if I were you,” Jughead said to the boy, biting back a smile.

“Please tell Jughead you’re sorry,” Betty insisted and Jackson pouted and turned to Jughead.

“I sorry,” he said grudgingly.  Jughead tried not to smile and brushed the boy’s curls off his forehead.

“I forgive you, Jax,” he said softly.  Betty smiled as Jackson grinned at him and she nudged Jughead’s foot under the table and smiled at him.  He winked and she flushed a little.  When they were finished dinner, Betty insisted they go play in the living room while she cleaned up the dishes.  

Jughead took Jackson to the living room and put him down and he ran to the toy box and picked out some toys.  Jughead sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch and smiled when Jax brought over some plastic animals.  He sat down in front of Jughead and dropped the toys on the floor.  Jughead crossed his legs and leaned toward him and picked up a small dog.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked with a smile.  Jackson took the toy and grinned.

“Puppy,” he said happily.

“That’s right, you’re very smart,” Jughead said.  He picked up another animal and held it up.  “This one?”

“Meow.”  Jughead laughed.

“That’s the sound it makes, do you know what it is?” he asked.

“Kitty,” Jackson said excitedly.

“Good job,” Jughead said, his hand rubbing along Jackson’s back.


“Yeah, buddy, you’re very smart,” he said softly, feeling a sense of pride and love.    Jackson stood up and walked back to the toy box and came back with a book.  He handed it to Jughead and turned and settled himself on his lap.  

“Story,” he said with a smile and leaned back against Jughead’s chest.  Jughead felt the happiness seep into him and he wrapped his arm around Jax and pulled him closer and opened the book.  He started to read and Jackson clutched the thumb of the hand that was wrapped around his waist.

Betty watched from the kitchen and felt her eyes sting with tears.  She picked up her phone and turned it to silent and took a couple of pictures.  She never figured that Jackson would take to Jughead so quickly and she was glad for it. She had been afraid he wouldn’t like him and make things harder but maybe she was right.  Maybe on some level, little Jackson knew he was connected to Jughead.  He sat completely relaxed in his lap while Jughead’s soft voice read him the story.  He rarely even sat for her anymore for a book, but he sat through the entire story until Jughead got to the end.  And if she was going to be honest, the low soft hum of Jughead’s voice was making her stomach flutter like crazy.  He was even more attractive with Jackson on his lap and reading than anything she had seen.

When he finished the book, Jackson stood up and grabbed at his hat again and Jughead laughed and leaned back, not letting him grab it.  Jackson jumped in his lap and squealed as he tried to grab it.  Jughead leaned to the side and ended up falling over, quickly wrapping his arms around Jackson so he wouldn’t fall.  This seemed like the ideal position to the little guy and he almost sat on Jughead’s face in his attempt to grab his hat.  

“No, you can’t have it,” Jughead teased, wiggling away and was rewarded with a knee in the cheek which made him grunt and laugh painfully.  Jackson lunged for the beanie and managed to snag it, leaving Jughead’s hair in a disheveled mess and he laughed in glee and ran down the hall to his bedroom.  Jughead got up off the floor and ran his hand through his hair and laughed.  Betty bit back a laugh because his motions did nothing to fix his hair.  He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter and smiled at her.

“Will I get my hat back?” he asked with a laugh.  She shrugged and bit her lip as she stared at him.  She was feeling overwhelmed.  Watching him play with Jackson, remembering everything they had been texting, the way he was looking at her at the moment, his eyes teasing and heated, the way his eyes kept flickering to her mouth.  Betty couldn’t help it.  She really tried to hold back but it was like her body had a mind of its own.  

She stepped closer and grabbed his face in her hands and planted a kiss on his mouth.  She felt his intake of breathe and pulled back, surprised at herself.  She swallowed and stepped back and his eyes darkened as they fastened on her mouth.  He reached for her and she gasped as his mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss.  Her back hit the edge of the counter as his body pressed into hers.  She let out a whimper, her hands back on his face and she returned his kiss eagerly.  His low groan vibrated around her tongue as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him.  The kiss was frantic, and fast, pushing and pulling and she moaned when his tongue wrapped around hers, his mouth pressing against hers.  He eased back slightly and she took a shuddering breath before he pressed in again.  Betty clutched at his hair, messing it up even more and she felt him then, hard and aroused against her core as he moved against her.  

“Mama.”  The sound of Jackson’s voice filtered into her passion glazed senses and she heard the sound of his feet running down the hall.  She wrenched her mouth away and Jughead stepped back quickly, his breathing harsh, his face shrouded with heat.  Betty touched her mouth, trying to regain her senses as they stared at each other.  Jackson appeared between them, still holding on to Jughead’s beanie and she squatted down with a shaky smile.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” she asked, trying to calm herself, and noticing her hand on his little shoulder trembled.  

“Jughead hat,” he announced and smiled at her.  He held it up and she straightened and lifted him into her arms.  

“Why don’t you give it to him?” she asked softly.  Jackson held out the hat and Jughead took and it put it over his rumpled hair.

“Thanks buddy,” he said softly.  Jackson again held out his hands and this time Jughead immediately reached for him.  

“You guys want some ice cream?” Betty asked with a smile.  

“Ice cream!” Jackson said in excitement and she ushered them into the living room while she pulled out the treat.

She brought two bowls over and handed one to Jughead who was sitting on the couch holding Jackson, flipping through a book.  

“Is it ok if you just feed him from yours?  I don’t usually give him his own bowl cause he likes to throw it,” Betty said laughing.  

“Sure,” Jughead said softly, taking the bowl from her.  His fingers brushed hers and their eyes met, both feeling the current moving between them.  He smiled and she sat down next to him.  “You want some ice cream Jax?” he asked, putting a little on the spoon for him.  Jackson ate it eagerly and Betty settled back and smiled as she watched them.  Jughead was putting a spoonful in his own mouth when Jackson swung his arm and he missed and got some on the corner of his lip that he failed to notice.  

“Easy there, little guy,” Jughead said laughing, trying to keep his flailing arms still.  Betty laughed and reached over and swept her thumb over the spot of cream before she realized what she was doing just as Jughead’s tongue swept out to get it.  It stroked against her thumb and they froze, their eyes locking.  He held her gaze and once again, with intention, swept his tongue over it and back into his mouth.  Betty quickly pulled it away, her breath coming a little quicker than it had been a minute before.  Jughead went back to feeding Jackson, a small smile on his face.

Betty was flustered as hell.  He had clearly done it on purpose and her entire body ached and she didn’t know what to do with herself now.  She finished her ice cream and let Jughead and Jackson eat theirs and be cute with each other but all she could think about was Jughead’s mouth on hers.  When the ice cream was done, she cleaned up the bowls and went back to the living room and gently took Jax from Jughead.  

“It’s time for your bath and then off to bed sweetie,” she said smiling.  Jughead stood and ran a hand over his shirt.

“I guess I should get going,” he said quietly.  

“You…you don’t have to,” she said softly.  “It won’t take me long to get him down for the night.  If you just want to wait a bit….”  

“I’ll wait,” he said quickly.  She smiled and went to the back to take care of Jackson.  She bathed him and got him in his pajamas and brought him back out to say goodnight.  Jughead gave him a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his hair.  “Good night buddy,” he whispered softly.  

“Night Jughead,” Jackson said with a smile and a yawn.  Betty smiled and brought him to his bed.  She didn’t even get half way through her lullaby before he was sleeping.  

Jughead stood in the living room.  Betty’s voice as she sang to Jackson carrying out to him and he felt his whole body tense.  The thought of the woman he wanted more than anything singing to his son as he fell asleep made his heart constrict with a tightness that had him struggling to breathe.  She came back into the living room and he just stood and stared at her.  The air felt like it was charged and she stood silently just looking at him, her hands curled into fists as if she didn’t know what else to do with them.  Jughead walked slowly over to her and he saw her tremble and he lifted his hand and trailed the back of his fingers down her cheek.  Betty closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.  When she opened them, her green eyes were a shade darker and she bit her lip unconsciously and he just couldn’t hold it back anymore.  

Jughead took her face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers.  Her arms immediately went around his neck and she pressed herself against him, her whimper telling him how much she liked it.  She tasted good, God did she taste good.  Like ice cream and cherry lip gloss.  He sank his tongue inside her mouth and she moaned, rubbing hers against his, tugging on his hair.  The kiss turned hot, ravenous and he fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her head back slightly to settle more firmly over her mouth.  He felt his body harden and when she moved her hips to cuddle him he growled and wrenched his mouth away, pulling his hips back to keep from moving against her.  His forehead rested on hers and he took a deep shuddering breath, hearing her gasp for air as well.  He strokes his thumbs across her cheeks, trying to gain control of himself.

“I need to go,” he said in a raw whisper.  She pulled back and looked at him, and he knew she could see the need and desire in his eyes.  He saw it in hers as well.  He kissed her again, her mouth drawing him with a  force he couldn’t explain.  Again it heated up quickly and he could feel her trembling and he pulled back again.  “Shit, Betty,” he gasped, his hands gripping her waist, wanting to pick her up and carry her to bed.  “I should go, I need to go,” he said hoarsely.  She nodded in agreement, even as she kissed him again.  Her tongue ran over his lips and he groaned and his hands slid over her backside, lifting her to him and he moved and pressed her against the door.  

“You taste good,” she whimpered against his mouth and moaned when he moved against her.  Jughead could feel her heat as she cuddled him and he rocked against her again, his mouth moving heavily over hers.  She bit his lip and tugged and he stroked his tongue against hers.  His mouth moved across her jaw and down her neck, licking and sucking the skin as he went.  “Juggie,” she whispered and he bit into her skin at the nickname.  She shuddered and he soothed it with his tongue.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands moving under her shirt.  He was so close to just ripping her shirt off and he forced himself back.  He undid her arms from around his neck and took a full step back.  “I need to go,” he said, breathing heavy.  She just nodded, her eyes and face still hazy with desire.  Jughead grabbed his jacket and took her chin in his hand and lifted it, placing a hard kiss on her mouth and then he quickly left the apartment.

Betty sagged against the door, her trembling hand on her chest.  Her entire body was on fire and all she could taste was his mouth.  He was still an amazing kisser.  His hands, God his hands had felt hot and heavy on her skin when he slipped them under her shirt.  His arms around her was something she had never forgotten and it had felt as wonderful as it had then.  She was in trouble.  She knew if he wanted it, she wouldn’t hesitate.  He had a little more sense than she did, but for how long?   She sighed and straightened and turned the lights off and got ready for bed.  A bed she wanted him in and she didn’t know how much longer until she dragged him to it.  As she snuggled under the blankets, she took her phone and sent him the pictures she had taken of him with Jackson.  He didn’t take long to reply.

J:  Thank you.

B:  You’re welcome.

He didn’t say anything in reply and she bit her lip.  She wanted to talk to him but they had just crossed a scrunchy line and she didn’t know if she should say anything, or even what she could say.  She decided after a while to just message him the truth.

B:  I miss you arms.

J:  I miss your mouth.

B:  Dammit, what are we doing?

J:  Trying to stay away from each other?  

B:  It’s working really well!

J:  I’ll behave next time.

B:  I probably won’t.

J:  Promise?

B:  Sigh, most likely.

J:  lol, I look forward to it.

B:  Shut up and go to bed.  

J:  Yes, ma’am ;)

B:  Goodnight Juggie.

J:  I like that :)

B:  Just kinda came out lol

J:  Goodnight beautiful :)


A Story About Root

(AN: I’ve always been strangely fascinated by liminal spaces even before I had a word for what they were…transitional places that are visited only on the way from one point to another, like airports, bus stops, waiting rooms, train stations, hotels. Places where people aren’t supposed to stay for any length of time. I started thinking about Root in conjuncture with liminal spaces which led to this post which led to this fic).

The bus rolls out of the station, engine rumbling and smoke billowing from the tailpipe. Root doesn’t even look out the window as she gets carried away from Bishop for forever. She doesn’t know where she’s heading, but that’s okay. She doesn’t need a destination.

It’s two in the afternoon and the sun overhead is unrelenting. It’s hot out (even for summer in Nevada), the air is dry, and she’d kill for a bottle of water (she’s killed for way less).

She licks her cracked lips and swings her feet back and forth in space. She’s taken up residence on a wooden fence at the side of the empty dirt road. It’s a crossroads; two dirt tracks meeting at a harsh right angle, both stretching away into the endless expanse of nothing.

Her car broke down a few hours ago and she’d tried to walk to somewhere she could hitch a ride, but there is nothing and no one out here except her. It’s almost peaceful.

She can’t go back to her car (which has an unfortunate case of being full of bullet holes from a job almost-gone-wrong), and she won’t make it out if she tries to walk the whole way. That’s okay though. For right now she’s content to sit here, waiting.

Maybe, she thinks, when she gets out of here she’ll take that job in New York she’d thought about passing on. It isn’t a very interesting job (some political assassination) and she hasn’t been planning to take it at all, but being in a city sounds nice right about now. Much less chance of dying of dehydration and exposure, for starters. And she always meets the most interesting people in cities….

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Recap: June 15th/16th

So as some of you who read my tags may have guessed, I went to see the play again this week. I wanted to hit a nice round number before my first anniversary of seeing Cursed Child next Wednesday, and I’ve been hearing such good things about how the new cast are developing that I couldn’t resist. I was not disappointed.

I’d been told that the show is almost unrecognisable from how it was on the 24th and 25th of May, and while that is not entirely accurate, it is so much more than what it was. My impression, particularly on the 24th, was of something raw and skeletal, that needed filling out. The bare bones were all there, but there wasn’t much detail, simply because they hadn’t had very much time to explore. And now they’re 13 shows in, the detail is definitely coming.

I’m not going to do a full on line-by-line recap, but I have too much to say not to write something, so I think this will just be a summary of things I loved from each of the actors, and maybe a little bit about a couple of my favourite scenes. I’ll attempt to keep this short (wish me luck).

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Theory 1: Thoughts on Nerris and Harrison

Hello Everyone! Welcome to this blog’s first official theory!

As I had already revealed in a previous update, this theory is going to be centered around my personal favorite background characters: Harrison and Nerris! As I’ve also revealed, the topic is going to be about why they appeared to be rivals in episode one, and what might have caused a shift in their relationship.

To do this, I’ll be analyzing their interactions episode-by-episode, and will be adding some thoughts along the way.

Episode 1: Escape from  Camp Campbell -

Was mostly based around the main trio and counselors, but there was a certain interaction between them worth noting.

When Harrison was innocently walking past Nerris’s ‘camp’, mostly likely to go wash the tomato off his face, Nerris whacked him upside the head with her fake sword. I first wrote this off as her being in character, but then I paused the scene.

That look is someone who is pissed, and with good reason. Plus, if you pause before the scene with them ends, you see this:

To me, Harrison’s expression here can be taken as either one of two ways: A) This has never happened to him before and he’s genuinely scared and confused, or B) He knows exactly why Nerris is pissed and regrets going near her area of the camp.

Both options are good, but if we hypothetically say the latter is correct, then their interaction next episode surprisingly makes sense.

Side note: It took Neil cursing to make Nerris stop whaling on Harrison.

Episode 2: Mascot -

Once again, these two were mainly in the background, but there was a little scene that caught my attention.

After David announces the rest of the campers would be on his team for the mascot hunt, we get a quick little scene of what appears to be Harrison and Nerris trying to perform magic. However, if you take a closer look, Nerris actually gives a short glance to Harrison with an almost challenging expression as she tries to cast a spell.

To me, this suggests that these two were actually competing against one another, possible to prove who was better at magic.

Plus, their reactions to David referring to them both as “Magic Kid” could confirm this.



Them correcting the other in this way, to me, clearly shows they don’t want to be grouped together under a broad label. Furthermore, we could even go out on a limb and say that they both believe they’re the best at magic, and are currently in a feud to prove themselves.

Plus, under this theory, Harrison pulling that rabbit out of his hat makes so much more sense; he was simply trying to upstage Nerris in front of an audience.

Side Note: Just look at how smug he looks when pulls that rabbit out of his hat.

I have no idea who he was looking to, but I almost guarantee you it was Nerris.

Episode 3: Scout’s Dishonor -

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Episode 4: Camp Cool Kidz -

Okay, so far them feuding makes the most sense theory wise, but I believe that this is the episode where their relationship begins to change..

For example, right after Nikki tells Max she won’t regret choosing Erid for a leader, the scene cuts to show Nerris and Harrison guarding the mess hall.

To me, this shows something significant has happened between them.

Sure, Erid may have their respect, but I highly doubt feuding ten-year-olds would just stop fighting because someone told them they had to work together. Maybe they would at first, but more than likely, they’d just go back to fighting. I honestly see David being the cause of their teamwork. Afterall, he’s been shown on multiple occasions to strive for diplomacy over violence, plus he had nothing else to do while tied upside down. Perhaps he was able to talk the two into discussing what had been bugging them, and through that, the two were able to agree to a stalemate.

This is further supported by the two not corrected Erid when she refers to them as “Magic Dudes” - something David had essentially done just two episodes prior.

The only thing that disproves this is what Nerris yells after Harrison accidentally sets David on fire.

“You suck, Harrison!”

Despite this, I firmly believe this is the episode where they slowly started becoming friends, and the only explanation I have to offer for that last bit is that old habits die hard.

Episode 5: Journey to Spooky Island -

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Episode 6: Reigny Day -

Nerris and Harrison were sadly given little screen time this episode, but there is actually some evidence to support my earlier claims.

After interrogating Space Kid, the scene cuts over to the rest of the campers to reveal that Nerris and Harrison are actually willingly sitting at the same table as one another - albeit a few inches apart. To me, this shows that the talk they most likely had during episode 4 is paying off, and are slowly becoming comfortable being friends.

Additionally, look at how concerned Nerris looks for Harrison when Dolph kicks his art off the table.

Episode 7: Romeo and Juliet II: The Resurrected -

After David’s initial try to silence the crowd, the scene cuts to show Harrison performing a trick for a happily watching Nerris and Erid.

This image just makes me so happy for a multitude of reasons.

For starters, just look at how closer Nerris has moved toward Harrison compared to the last episode alone. Additionally, just look at how undivided her attention is, and that smile; she’s genuinely interested in his trick and thinks it’s cool.

This alone shows me that the feud they most likely had is now over, and are now finally seeing each other as friends instead enemies.

Episode 8: Into Town -  

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Episode 9: David Gets Hard -

After David recaps that the camp had gone base-jumping for Erid’s extreme sports camp, the camera pans over to show a very worried looking Nerris hurriedly trying to free a frozen Harrison with an ice pick.

Additionally, before the moment ends, Nerris looks very regretful for accidentally chipping Harrison’s arm off.

“I can fix it.”

Just the worry in her voice alone tells me she genuinely is concerned for Harrison’s well being right now, and desperately wants to help the other. It’s just such a big change from how they treated each other at the beginning of the season, and I’m glad to see such a strong bond of friendship forged between them.

Side note: If you pause right before Nikki and Neil’s conversation, you can actually see Nerris and Harrison playing a makeshift version of baseball in the background.

In conclusion, it’s in my personal opinion that we’ve witness Harrison and Nerris go from enemies to friends all from the background of these nine episodes. It’s unclear at the moment exactly where their relationship goes from here, but at the very least, they shouldn’t be enemies again anytime soon.

Anyway, thanks for reading this theory, and I hope you enjoyed it! If I happened to miss any details that may prove/disprove this theory, or just have a different opinion on the subject, please let me know so I can add it on! :D And as always, please feel free to submit suggestions or even your own theories through the ask!

(Edit: Okay, so I saw that I accidentally forgot to add one of the pictures, but now it’s fixed. :))


Summary: Reader meets up with a guy she met on Tinder. | Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff

Word count: 2032

A/N: There will be a part 2, just don’t know when! :) Let me know what you think of this! P.S! This is a queued post.


Originally posted by natpekis

Dating websites and apps had become your best friend recently. Specially an app called Tinder. You create a profile, maybe lie about your age and then it’s only a matter of which way you swipe. It was pathetic really, but your friends has convinced you to make a profile. They said you could use some action. You thought the idea was ludacris, but now, you were kinda glad you did.

You had met a guy. You were a tad bit scared, to be honest, as you’ve never actually met up with a guy like this before. You knew there were many creeps on those sites, but something in you, and also your friends, told you to meet this guy. You had a good feeling about this, but you were also nervous, butterflies fluttered in your tummy.

The guy’s profile said his name was James, a very sweet name, you thought. He also had a picture of him on the app. The picture threw you off at first. It was a black and white photograph of him, presumably, in military clothes? The picture was cropped below the shoulders but you could still see the sharp edges of his outfit. Your grandfather was a Sargeant back in the day and you had seen pictures of him in his uniform, so you recognized one when you saw it. But the more you looked at the picture, the more in love you fell with it. You concluded that maybe it was just a picture taken at a costume party.

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