i want to punch you both in the face

Protective | archie andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ ‘whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

//

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

//

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

“if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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the fighter

request: Can you write about Harry getting a new personal trainer to help him get in shape (like boxing and cardio and stuff) and he gets set up with a really pretty girl and he really likes her but she won’t date her clients and he tries to persuade her and ya whatever you come up with!!!

i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it ((: a huge thank you to @stylishmuser for reading this over for me ily

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questions, comments, concerns.

You’re pounding away at the punching bag in your pastel pink gloves, sweat dripping down your forehead and french braids bouncing against your shoulders as music blasts through your headphones. 


You’re expecting a new client soon and sometimes your nerves act up when that happens, knowing you’re an amazing personal trainer, but knowing sometimes men can’t see past your pretty body or your “girly” pink gloves. On top of that, you’d been informed that your new client was Harry Styles, former member of One Direction. The most high profile client you’d ever had.

You don’t hear him come in behind you as you’re hitting the bag as hard as you can to fight off your anxiety, sending it flying on the chain in the opposite direction. As it’s swinging back in your direction, you take the time to swing your leg around with the intention of kicking the bag in a more dramatic move than necessary. But as you twist your body your leg narrowly misses the man and he falls over trying to avoid a kick to the gut. In your shock you lose your balance and fall back on your butt, the bag swinging forward and colliding with your head instead of the foot it was meant for.

Ripping your headphones off and standing immediately, you tower over him, “Christ, don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s training?”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you know I was here without startling you.” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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Hotter Than The Pizza - Smut

Originally posted by jugheadjones

Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,504
AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world.  Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well. 




She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.

Parents admired how well she treated the children.

Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.

Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.

Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.

Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.

Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.

He loved her.

He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.

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Second Chances Pt. 2 (Jeff Atkins X Reader X Zach Dempsey)

There is a part one to this so make sure to go read that first!
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“Can you give me a second chance?” Zach stated. His eyes filled with hope. Before you could answer Jeff came out the doors.

“Y/N I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What are you doi—” He stopped his sentence after seeing who you were with.

“So Y/N will you?” Zach said again, you thought about it but before you could speak Jeff did.

“Will she what?” Jeff asked, while looking at you.

“None of your business.” Zach stated quite harshly. Jeff scoffed,

“Well it’s gonna be my business now because I’m not leaving her alone with the guy who broke her heart.” Jeff said while putting his arm around you.

“You know what, fuck this. I didn’t even want you back anyways. This was just a fucking joke. Obviously I wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who dated a slut.” Zach said.

“You fucking prick!” Jeff said, while punching him. Zach punched him as well and before you knew it it was a full on fist fight. You tried pushing them away but you were too weak. You ran back inside to call someone. You came out with Clay and Justin. Luckily they separated them. You took a look at both of their faces. Blood dripping from their noses, one of them with a busted lip while the others eye started swelling up.

“Bro what happened?” Justin asked confused as to why they were fighting.

“Your friend over here, he’s a dick.” Jeff said while looking at Zach with hatred.

“Jeff can we go home? I can drive just please can we go home?” You asked. Jeff nodded and you two walked towards his car. You opened the car door for him,

“I always open the door for my prince,” you laughed which resulted in Jeff laughing as well. But his ribbed started hurting so then he groaned. You drove back home, the drive was filled with comforting silence. Your parents weren’t home seeing as today was date night for them. You and Jeff walked in and you told him to go to the bathroom. That’s where the first aid kit was. He sat down in the toilet, and you began wiping off all the blood from is face.

“Why did you do it?” You asked.

“I did it because I never want anybody to talk about you like that. You’re not a slut, he never deserved you.” Jeff stated quietly. You were so careful when wiping off the blood. You didn’t know what parts of his face were bruised or not. He just looked at you the whole time.

“What are you staring at?” You asked while chuckling.

“The most beautiful girl ever.” He said, you blushed.

“You’re not too bad yourself, even when you’re covered in blood.” He laughed which led to him groaning because of the pain coming from his rib.

“Can you sleep over pleaseeeeeee?” You whined while putting away all the supplies.

“Sure, it’ll be like old times when I would always sleep over.” You smiled remembering all the memories.

“C'mon let’s go get ready for bed?” You said while walking to your room. You took out some pajamas for yourself and went to the bathroom to change. One you got out you peeked through your door seeing Jeff taking off his shirt.

OF COURSE YOU WERE GONNA STARE HE HAS AN AMAZING BODY! DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS.

“Like what you see?” He said while smirking, that took you out of your thoughts and you blushed. You just ignored the question and walked to your vanity where you would wipe off your makeup. Since Jeff would always sleep over he had a few clothes over in your house, he always slept shirtless with some sweatpants, so basically the only clothes he had over here were sweatpants.

“Why do you wear makeup?” Jeff asked.

“It makes me feel more confident and it makes me not look dead.” You stated.

“But you look so beautiful without it.” Jeff said. You smiled at him while thanking him. You tied your hair in a messy bun and walked over to your bed where Jeff already was. You two would always sleep on the bed so it wasn’t awkward. You hit him with your pillow.

“Do you know how many people would kill to sleep in the same bed with the shirtless Jeff Atkins and you take this as the opportunity to hit me!” He stated. You just laughed and put your head down.

“Go turn off the light.” You mumbled.

“Ughhh I always turn them off it’s your turn.” He said. You sighed and got up but as soon as you did he got up and ran to turn them off.

“I was just kidding I would never make you turn them off.” You rolled your eyes and laid down. He laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Goodnight princess.” He said, which made you smile and get all cheesy and butterfly in your stomach.

“Goodnight love.” You said back, but little did you know that gave Jeff the same feeling it gave you. Because Jeff has had a crush on you for a while now.

Morning soon came and you woke up to Jeff just staring at you with a smile on his face.

“What are you looking at? Oh no is there drool all over my face?” You said while quickly wiping your face.

“No, you just look cute while sleeping.” He said. You smiled at him and got up.

“C'mon let’s go downstairs.” You said, the both of you went downstairs to see your parents drinking coffee. Your parents looked over and looked surprised when they saw Jeff.

“Jeff you haven’t slept over in so long.” Your father stated, which was true. Jeff would never sleep over while you were dating Zach because he would get extremely jealous.

“What happened to your lip?” Your mom asked worriedly to Jeff.

“Oh I was standing up for someone but I’m fine though.” He stated.

“Hey wanna go out for breakfast?” Jeff asked you. You asked your parents and they said yeah because they were too lazy to cook breakfast. Jeff went to go get ready and he said he’ll be back in a couple of minutes.

You went back to your room and you were about to put on makeup when you remembered what Jeff had told you last night. You smiled and decided not to put on any makeup. You quickly changed and fixed your hair and waited for Jeff downstairs. He rang your doorbell, you said goodbye to your parents and walked out to his car.
You got in and buckled up.

“Where are we going?” You asked turning up the radio a little bit.

“IHOP if you’re okay with it.” He said, you nodded telling him it was fine. The car drive was short and you guys soon arrived. It was a miracle that’ll wasn’t full and that they attended you guys quite fast. You guys ordered your food and waited for it to come.

“You’re not wearing any makeup.” Jeff said while having the biggest smile on his face.

“Yeah, I probably look dead right now.” You said, he shook his head.

“No you look beautiful.” He said while grabbing your hands across the table. You smiled. Your guys’ good soon came and you guys began eating. You grabbed some whip cream from your pancakes and put it on Jeff’s nose.

“Whoops I slipped.” You laughed. He just smirked. He got up pretending to go to the bathroom but instead kissed you. You froze.

“Whoops I fell.” He said. Your stomach filled with butterflies and so did his. You cupped his cheeks and brought him in for another kiss.

“Looks like we’re both falling for each other.” You laughed at that horrible pun.

“Oh Ms Y/L/N I’ve been falling for you since day one.” Jeff smiled.

“Atkins you have won my heart.” You stated, which made him have the biggest smile ever.

“So Ms Y/L/N would you like to be my girlfriend.” Jeff asked, he seemed quite nervous.

“Of course Atkins.” You smiled, while putting more whip cream on his nose. As you guys were eating your breakfast a couple sat on the table next to you guys. You looked to see Zach and the girl he cheated on you with. You tensed up and Jeff noticed so he reached for your hand. You looked over to him and soon enough he connected his lips to yours,

“Let’s go babe,” he stated, you could hear Zach scoff and Jeff smirked. You smirked and followed Jeff. As you walked past Zach you heard him mutter something under his breath which sounded like him saying “slut” you just rolled your eyes.

When you reached Jeffs car both of you burst out laughing,

“He was so jealous.” You said in between laughs. Jeff nodded and you both got in the car. Jeff gave you the aux cord so you played some random songs that both of you knew. Dont by Bryson Tiller came on and Jeff got excited, he loved that song. He knew all the lyrics so he sang to you,

“Fuck ‘em girl I guess he didn’t know any better. Girl that man didn’t show any effort. Do all I can just to show you you’re special. Certain it’s your love that holds me together.” Why did he always sing the most relevant lyrics to you?

“Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh.” As he sang that he placed his right hand on your thigh and looked at you while licking his lips. He looked so hot and you wanted to oh so badly kiss his lips, but you couldn’t because that would probably lead to you guys in a car accident. (THIS WAS NOT DONE ON PURPOSE I SWEAR)

You guys soon arrived to your house and before you got out Jeff kissed you,

“Thank you for giving dating a second chance and saying yes to me.” You smiled giving him another kiss.
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There you go, a part two. Honestly thank you for the amazing feedback on part one!

“The Hunt” Casifer x Reader

Words: 2,065

Casifer (Lucifer) x Reader

Request: Can I request a reader x casifer one shot where he and the Winchesters get injured on a hunt (the reader stayed behind to do research). And when they come back the reader helps patch them up but casifer gets very jealous that she is helping/touching/paying attention to the Winchesters?

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, wounds from getting hurt, talk of sex, jealous lucifer, implied smut

Originally posted by cassammydean


“Please tell me you’ve found something useful.” Dean mumbles over the phone, sounding slightly drunk. You can hear people in the background talking loudly, indicating that they may be at a bar.

“I’m not finding anything in the books. I don’t know. You need to give me more time.” You groan, flipping to the next page of the lore books.

Sam, Dean, and Lucifer (who was currently preoccupying Castiel’s body) were out on a hunt. Lucifer demanded to be taken along, since he was a “viable member of the group.” They got to the place where the killings have been happening yesterday, and you know that Lucifer is driving them crazy. Dean has barely any patience when it comes to that man, and it’s leading to both him and Sam rushing you to figure out what it is that they’re hunting. They’ve only been gone one day and Dean is already overly annoyed with Lucifer.

“Just please hurry, alright? I can’t- I swear to god, I don’t even care that you’re occupying Castiel’s body right now, you need to fucking stop or I will stab you.” Dean hisses at Lucifer, making you giggle slightly. “Y/N, figure it out, or I’m making him stay with you while we do this hunt.”

“He’s not that bad. You need to be nice- he’s helping us with Amara, after all.” You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see it. “But, yes, I will pick up the pace. I’ll call you once I figure it out.”

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i want to punch your cute face | isaac lahey

anon request:  1, 3 and 10 with Isaac if is possible ✨ thanks babe i love u and ur blog 💖

1. “is that my shirt?”

3. “enough with the sarcasm.”

10. “I want to punch your cute face.”

warnings: none just fluff

a/n: holy shit im so sorry it’s been so long, i’ve been so lazy and i just haven’t had any motivation to write but i love you more. its really short too ugh i hate myself,, but i do have other requests that i will try to get to asap

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The Punch. // Chris Evans Imagine

summary: Some people fall in love the moment they meet each other’s eyes. Some fall in love when they least expect it. But for you and Chris, you had literally fallen in love with this man. 

word count: 1000+

warnings: angsty(ish), accidental violence, fluff 

“Y/N, I want to see anger, please! Your mad, frustrated. Give him everything! Chris, I know you don’t want to but push it, push her, fight her. She’s betrayed you. Let’s roll, don’t stop till I say, alright? GO!” 

I threw the first punch, letting the sound of my fist fill the stadium’s hollow walls. He took a swift blow to my stomach to which I went with a 360 hit on the side. We both knew our next moves, we’ve rehearsed this for two weeks. I knew his next move was a punch to the face that sent me to the ground, to which I blew him away. I just didn’t know that the punch was actually going to take place. I must’ve moved, that must’ve been the case. No other reason could explain the punch but it hurt like a son of a bitch. 

Chris had moved out, getting himself out of my attack and then stepped back, taking one brief second before taking the swing, which sent me to the ground, in literal tears. He knew, the moment his knuckles hit my cheek that he had accidentally made contact with my face. “YN!” I thought I heard Anthony yell cut far off in the distance, but everything sounded so fuzzy. I felt Chris’ hand on my own that covered my face and I heard someone screaming for a bus, but couldn’t make sense of the term in the moment.

 “YN, baby, please look up. YN, oh god, oh god what have I done? Fuck! YN, please baby.” I used all my strength and mental compacity to make my body move around just a little so Chris would know I was still alive, just very stunned. 

“BACK UP! FUCKIN’ BACK UP!” I slowly opened my already swollen eye and was greeted to my boyfriend, in tears. 

“Chris? Chris? W-w-what. What’s going on?” I started to panic with the look on his face, he looked so..scared. What was so scary about my face?  

“Chris?” It didn’t make sense. Why are people were touching me? Grabbing at me? Crowding around asking me weird questions?

“YN, oh my god. I’m so sorry, I-I-I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so s-s-sorry.” I gave him a gentle smile but quickly had my attention diverted to our security guard coming up with the Emergency Care men. 

“Ok, YN can you get up? We’re gonna have you go get checked out at the hospital, okay? Can you get up?” I muttered a yes and with the help of Sebastian and Mackie, I got to my feet, wobbling slightly.  

“Miss, do you know what happened?” I nodded, looking around the room, getting used my surroundings that I had suddenly forgotten were there,“Yeah, yeah. I’m just… dazed almost. Sorry. Um, I’m fine! It’s all good, thank you, everyone.” 

I looked down and saw him standing next to a pool of blood, hands burrowed in his hair, tears dripping down his nose. I saw one of the producers kneeling down next to Chris, trying to calm him down. Walking over, I held my empty hand out to him, and he looked up slowly. Tears on his face falling like a river stream. 

“Chris. Sweetheart,” My heart fell at the sight of the sorrow in those eyes that were as blue as a cloudless June sky. His watery eyes move to meet mine. His eyes held a harsh red, burning hatred for himself. 

“Common, let’s go get me checked out, huh?” He sniffled, nodded softly while getting to his feet. Gripping my hand, he walked me out to the bus. Chris took a cloth I’d been handed and wiped off some of the blood that was creating a red stained river down my lips, chin, and neck.

“I still hate myself, ya know?” I sighed and looked up at Chris. I saw his face distorted in a wallowing self-anger and regret. “Well I don’t, and neither should you. I moved, it’s my fault anyway!” 

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to keep the tears in. 

“No. No, it’s fuckin’ not. Because I’m supposed to take care of you, and what did I do? Cause you severe pain! Like god damn it, come on! I should’ve backed up! The fact that I caused you pain…it kills me.” 

I smiled at his words and scooted over on the couch, patting a spot for him to take next to me. Taking his hands, I pulled them onto my lap, putting my own on top of them, as if I was keeping them from leaving. 

“Christopher Robert Evans, you look at me right now.” Slowly but surely he pulled up his foggy eyes. “I know that you think this is your fault, and maybe it is but the fact that you are killing yourself over it makes you the best man in the world. You are the sweetest, kindest, most loving man I know. You make my day instantly better when I can see you smile, see you happy. You love without conditions and that’s why… I am in love with you.” Chris’s eyes froze, and I panicked. Oh no, it’s too soon.

It’s too soon, he doesn’t lo- “Thank god. Because I’ve been fuckin’ in love with you since the day we met.” I felt the biggest smile spread on my face and tears fall down my cheeks from my misty eyes. “G-good.” 

I couldn’t control the sob that fell from my lips and the kiss that landed on his. Chris deepened the kiss and let his hands move to my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I fit into his stature perfectly. 

His lips moved with mine and pulled me into him like an ocean’s current. Letting me go just a little, only to pull me back towards him with a stronger force. I needed oxygen by now so I pulled out. 

Breathless, my voice came out as a whisper. “Do you forgive yourself now?” 

He smiled and nodded, “Only because I’ve just confessed my biggest secret to you.”


cheeseasaurus-rex  asked:

What is you ideal way Superman would show up for Justice League? Or, what are your theories on how they might go about it? I flip flop between wanting the quiet return and a triumphant where the Frick did he come from hans zimmer junkie xl explosion of heart punching music return. Make this as serious or ridiculous as possible if you get a chance to answer this. I live for both when it comes to your blog.

hal jordan appears at the 40-minute mark, defiant and serious, flying before everyone like a proper hero, his green glow flashing across the justice league's faces as they had lost all hope for the outcome of the battle. there’s a hint of symbolism about his messiah-like introduction as the parademons are wreaking havoc in the background and he shows no fear in the face of great adversity. as the hopeful music blasts throughout the theater, a comet-like person bumps into hal, throws him out of the air and there, from the ashes of the impact, clark joseph kent emerges, slowly, surely, in renewed light, and proceeds to wistfully stare straight into batman’s wide-open eyes, solemnly whispering: "bitch. you thot" (implying that indeed, bruce was under the false impression clark was dead, and that, additionally, he is a thot). the theater goes wild. people start kneeling and praising our lord and savior zack snyder. i’m still here having to justify to anons why justice league was canon and that i won't change my mind about liking it. wonderful. fantastic. a show stopper to be discussed among critics for the next year. why did superman return from the sky when he was buried? i don’t know. maybe he got up there just to bowling-style strike his way straight into hal

no, alright, i get this question a lot, so let me say: i don’t know? i can usually assess on a pretty accurate scale the approximate approach of something happening or not, or the way it might happen, but like… i don’t know. they might want to bring him back in the most glamorous way possible but i think we’re way past the messiah analogies for clark (which were burnt to the ground in every single dceu movie so far)

personally? i want something subtle. i want something so rawly unimpressionable, it’ll put you out of the watching-a-film trance. nothing poetic. have clark appear at his parents’ house, have him stand in front of martha, no words, and show me the scene of martha going from complete bewilderment to breaking down and hugging and kissing her son. have clark not return to the world, have him stay hidden because nobody ever wanted him out there, nobody ever did anything but hurt him when he was thrust into this without wanting to. when trying his best wasn’t enough. when he knows that despite people revering him posthumously, they’ll still consider him a danger if he returns to them

have bruce, not the rest of them, have bruce track clark down with no explanation how he found out, have him face him and show me bruce fucking wayne trying to apologize to the man he hurt without ever actually saying the words because that’s so typical of him and he’s not going to change. have him show clark that he’s sorry and that he knows better now and he’s trying, he’s trying so damn hard, but instead of using those words, have him say, “the world’s in peril. we need you. you’re superman”. give clark the space he needs to be the superman we know without putting him on a pedestal

then have him fly to the stratosphere and pull out his blue eyes white dragon yugioh style moves straight into hal because i liked that part

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Okieriete Onoadowan x Reader 

Steph’s Note: Guys, it happened!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys! I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to collab with Ren for my first collab and I am so excited about sharing this with you guys! I am so happy with how this fic turned out and we hope you love it as much as we do! 

Ren’s Note: @alexanderhamllton This is a long time coming, you guys, my first collab with Steph! I am so happy at how this fic turned out, writing for Oak is always really fun to me and being able to do it with Steph was such a bonus! We really hope you enjoy boxer!reader and oak because we certainly do <3

Word Count: 4,155


“You won’t believe who is here to train this morning!” Betty’s voice was a little bit above a whisper as you walked into the gym you went everyday.

“Good morning to you too, B.”

“I’m serious! Do you know how Broadway is producing a musical based on Rocky right?” You nodded. “Well, the cast decided to train here!”  You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her excitement. “What?”

“You’re boy-crazy, Betty. You have a problem.” You answered, taking a sip from your water bottle. “I have a heavy training today, wish me luck!”

“Ha-ha. You’re so funny.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you wanna know their routine?”

You roll your eyes as you start to stretch your neck. “I don’t have time to worry about what boys are here training” you explain.

“They aren’t just boys, they are hot Broadway actors!” She whispered, her eyes moving from you to the sound behind your back. “Look at them, they’re like sculpted or something!”

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Never Again

TW: Child Abuse

“Hey, you’re Mr. Y/L/N, right?” Sam questioned. “Y/N’s Dad?” 

“I’ll be damned.” The man turned around, narrowing his eyes. “Sam and Dean Winchester. How’d you two get locked up? Kill the wrong thing? Fuck up a job like your daddy always did?” 

“Actually our friend Deacon is the warden and we wanted to talk to you, so he let us in.” Sam said as Dean stepped forward.  

“I know what you did to Y/N and her mother.” Dean stalked forward, raising himself to full height. “Is that how you get off? Huh? Killing women? Beating up innocent little girls their whole lives?” 

“You and Y/N?” Y/D/N laughed in Dean’s face. “She’s more pathetic than I ever gave her credit for. Little slut, whoring around with Dean Winchester. She’s probably fuckin’ your brother too. Or maybe she does you both at the same time.” 

Dean lunged forward, throwing the first punch. He was relentless, brutally attacking your father until they were both pulled away and taken to the medical ward. 

Dean had been your boyfriend for over a year when he’d finally asked the question. He’d been your best friend and your confidant for several years before that. He’d always wanted to ask, but he was never confident enough, at least until now. “Hey.” He pulled you close and moved his hand up to cup your cheek and you instinctively flinched before relaxing into it. “Why do you do that, huh? Flinch whenever I touch you? You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, turning away and biting your lip. “I just…” 

“What? Y/N you can tell me.” Dean rubbed your back, waiting for you to keep talking. “You can tell me anything. You know that.” 

“My dad used to hit me when I was a kid.” You explained, letting the tears roll down your face. “All those times your dad and you guys would roll through town and I had broken bones or whatever and my mom said they were accidents…they weren’t. He’s been in prison for awhile. Since he killed her.” 

“You always said it was a demon who killed her.” Dean murmured. 

“Yeah…I lied. I guess I just…I didn’t want the pity from everyone. And I was gonna kill him myself but I couldn’t finish the job.” You wiped the tears from your cheeks and leaned against Dean, letting him wrap his arms around you, willing yourself not to tense or flinch. “He calls from time to time, just to harass me. To make sure I know he’s still here.” 

“Nobody’s ever gonna hurt you again.” Dean’s voice broke and you could have sworn he was crying, but you couldn’t see his face. He had buried his nose in your hair, holding you tight to him. “Especially not him. I’ll make sure of it. I promise.” 

“Hey.” You hugged Dean and Sam, kissing Dean quickly on the lips as he ran out of the prison. “Did you guys solve that case for Deacon?” You were visibly nervous, knowing that this was the prison your dad was in and you didn’t want to be anywhere near it, which was why you didn’t volunteer to help.  

“About that…” Dean hesitated a bit, biting his lip, a nervous habit he had when he didn’t want to tell you something. 

Sam glanced over at Dean and gave you another quick hug. “I’ll be waiting in the car.” 

“What? You didn’t solve it?” 

“There was no case.” Dean admitted, putting his arms around you just as the side door opened and a body in a body bag was removed. “I couldn’t let your dad get away with what he did to you…”

“Is that…” You gestured to the body, swallowing thickly. Dean nodded, waiting to gauge your reaction. You let out a sigh of relief, throwing yourself into Dean’s arms and sobbing into his neck. “Thank you.” You started to shake through your sobs. “It’s over. It’s finally over.” 

“He’s never gonna hurt you again, Y/N. I always keep my promises.” Dean murmured into your ear, clinging to you, holding all your broken pieces together.

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Bedtime in the bathtub - ||Conor Maynard Imagine||

Requested? Yes - 144 for Conor? Xx
                              #130 for Conor?

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·         144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”

·         130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”

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This one is for @jowharak, who wanted more Cass & Dami fics. There are not enough of these two interacting, so I decided to write something short and fluffy.

Damian’s been in a bad mood for two days now, snapping at anyone who spends too much time with him, refusing food out of spite, hiding in secluded corners of the Manor until someone (usually Father) drags him out. And Father can reprimand his behaviour all he wants but it’s not going to change anything because it’s all his fault anyway. Two nights ago Damian had sprained his wrist on patrol - a minor injury - and Father had benched him without hesitation. Forbidden him from not only patrolling but training as well until it was healed.

When Damian had sought out Cain in the cave, he had expected her, of all his Father’s collected strays, to understand his need to continue training. Pain is merely a product of the mind, a weakness he cannot afford to give into. He has to be better, stronger, faster. Like Batman. Like her.

She had only shaken her head, though, turned away and gone to change out of her workout clothes. Left him furious and alone on the mats.

The squeak of a window being forced open breaks him out of his reverie. He tenses, melting further back into the corner he’s sitting in, eyes darting around for something he could use as a weapon. The chances of it being an intruder are less than slim, but better safe than sorry.

A few seconds later a ball of black rolls across the attic floor, then Cain is lifting her head to smile at him from her crouched position less than a metre away. "Littlest brother,“ she says in lieu of proper greeting.

Damian glowers. "The door not good enough for you?”

Cain tilts her head, still staring at him without moving. “Faster from outside.”

“Tt.” He turns away to look out the window, watching out of the corner of his eye as Cain straightens up and begins walking around the attic. She picks up a brass candlestick and inspects it carefully before setting it down and moving onto a box full of old notebooks with Dick scrawled across the side. “What are you doing?” he eventually snaps, after numerous sheets have been lifted, objects scrutinised and boxes rifled through.

“Exploring,” Cain replies simply.

“Why?”

She shrugs. “Why not?”

Damian frowns as she pulls out an old, dusty photo album and sits cross-legged on the floor to flick through it. He watches for several minutes but Cain doesn’t make any attempts to engage him, just continues perusing the album until she gets to the end, then reaches for another one. Damian eventually turns away, looking back out the window at the sinking sun setting the sprawling Manor grounds aglow. The silence that settles over the attic is surprisingly comfortable and Damian allows himself to retreat back into his thoughts.

“I offended you.”

The quiet admission has him turning abruptly back toward her, frown deepening at the openly curious look on her face. Her eyes sweep over him, seeing things he does not mean to reveal. The waning afternoon light casts abstract shadows across them both. Damian watches them drift across her face and doesn’t know what to say. For once, it is Cain who fills the room with words.

“I did not mean to…” She hesitates, lip pulled between her teeth as she searched for the word she wants. “Make you little?”

“Belittle,” Damian corrects automatically and she smiles gratefully.

“Yes, belittle,” she repeats. “I wanted to help you get better.”

It takes a few seconds for her meaning to make sense in Damian’s mind but when it does his lips thin and his brow punches with a scowl. “I don’t need to get better,” he snaps. “I need to be better.”

Cain lets the heated tone wash over her, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms loosely around her shins.

“Like you,” Damian continues. “You’re fast and strong and you don’t let stupid injuries stop you. If you would just teach me-”

“Not stupid,” she retorts. Then, quieter, “Can’t.”

“But you’re-”

“No.” She’s suddenly right in front of him, hands tight on his shoulders. "No. Not like me. I am… made wrong.“ Her fingers fist in the material of his shirt, trembling slightly. Her eyes are hard, steely in the weak orange light. "Be you. You is better.”

Damian’s breath is caught in his throat, eyes wide as she steps back, movements fluid and carefully controlled. The new position drenches her in shadow, invisible if Damian didn’t know she was there. If he wasn’t trained to he a Bat.

His voice is small when he finally says, “What if being me isn’t good enough?”

What if next time it isn’t my wrist, but somebody’s neck?

They stare at each other in the nearly dark attic, quiet breathing falling into sync as Damian waits for an answer. The minutes stretch out until, just when he thinks he isn’t going to get one, she speaks, voice whisper soft.

“Good enough for me.”

And, somehow, it is that, not Pennyworth’s wisdom or Father’s reassurances, which makes Damian feel better. 

“Should go,” she says a moment later. “Almost dinner.”

Cain holds out a hand and he hesitates only a second before taking it. Her fingers tangle with his, squeezing gently. Her smile is warm. Damian smiles back.

{ five’s company // ch. 21 }

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twenty one. 

“I’m officially three months!” You said excitedly. “Let’s celebrate!" 

John smiled at the sound of your cheerful tone. He hummed and pulled you closer to his chest. "It’s early, baby girl." 

"Everyone’s up except for us two.” You pointed out, resting your forehead against his with a big grin. “Even Herc got up before you.”

“I know,” John chuckled a little, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Sleepy.” 

Sleepy meant I’m still not feeling okay. Sleepy meant I don’t really want to get up today.

You looked over him and gently stroked his cheek. 

“We need to go grocery shopping.” You ran your hands through his hair, kissing his forehead sweetly. “Do you wanna come?” 

He shook his head. Buried his face in the crook of your neck. You held him tighter. You hated to see him so upset.  

“I can call Alex back. He can cuddle with you while I go shopping." 

John paused for a moment, thinking about what you were saying, but he nodded with a soft smile before whispering a quiet thank you. 

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Jealous

Request: Hey its me again! I was wondering if you could do another  Peter Parker x Reader where he and the reader are best friends  (Ned included) and reader and Ned have to help Peter get ready for a date but Reader doesn’t  wamt to because  obviously she likes him, so when  Peter goes on his date Ned and the reader go on a “date” (theyre just hangin out) and they run into Peter and he gets jealous but hes not really sure why and then a couple weeks later he realizes he likes the reader? Then fluff plz? 

Warnings: A bit of angst.

Word count 710+

A/N: Sorry for the end lol.

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“Dude, You should totally go with that one” Ned said as he pointed towards the Blue and white shirt Peter was holding up.

“Y/N?” Peter said to you, a tone of concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah that one’s great” You said, not even bothering to turn around and look at it.

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic” Ned replied, leaning against the back of Peters bed frame.

“Oh, sorry. that one is great!!” You replied with fake enthusiasm.

Ned and Peter shared a look, and both shrugged at each-other.

You were at the place you least wanted to be right then. You had agreed to go with Ned to Peters place, to help him get ready for a date with ‘Gwen Stacy’.

You didn’t know her, but you didn’t like the idea of Peter going out with anyone that wasn’t you. It might sound selfish, but you really liked Peter. And he just didn’t like you back. Well, he never told you that exactly but, it was pretty obvious.

Since it was Friday night, and that was when you Peter and Ned usually went out together, and Peter was going out with Gwen, you and Ned had decided to both go and hang out together at an arcade. Although you’d much rather stay home and feel sorry for yourself.

You looked at your watch quickly and turned around.

“Well, I better be off. See you later Ned, Have fun Peter” You scowled to yourself.

You went home and got dressed for the night. You figured you might as well try to have fun. You decided to do some fancy makeup because, why not?

You reached for your keys and headed out the door. As you drove to Ned’s house you remembered all the times you had to drive Peter to random places, because you were the only one out of the three of you that had a car.

“Hey” Ned greeted you as he hoped into the car.

“Hi” You said glumly, so much for having fun.

“Are you oka-”

“I’m fine” You cut him off. You didn’t want to start a loop of him constantly asking you you were okay all night.“Yeah, sorry, I’m fine”


“I’m gonna go get us some pizza” You shouted to Ned over the sounds of the arcade. He nodded and you left.

Peter had seen someone that looked like Ned, but he wasn’t sure. That is, until he saw you walk up to Ned with a trey of pizza.

Suddenly Peter felt like he was going to explode. He clenched his fists as he watched you both converse.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked, trying to get a better look at peters face.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay” He replied, bringing his attention back to his date.

“So anyway I was-” Gwen’s voice was faded out when Peter saw you laugh at something Ned said. He wanted to go over and punch Ned in the face. Peter couldn’t ever admit it, but he was jealous. Very, very, jealous.


The next week, Peter kept a pretty close eye on you and Ned whenever you were apart. He was dumbfounded and trying to figure out these feelings he had for you.

And then it hit him.

Feelings he had for you.

He liked, you. He really liked you.

And then he realized, you liked him.

That’s why you were so upset whenever he talked about a pretty girl, and when you were helping him get ready for his date.

He felt really really terrible. And he knew what he had to do.

“Y/N!” He chased after you when school ended.

You turned around and looked at him.

“Y/N.. I feel really stupid for not realizing this, but, Y/N I like you! And I know it’s probably T-too late because your with Ned now and-”

“I’m not with Ned?! Why would you think that?”

“Well, I kinda saw you guys when I was with Gwen”

“Peter I don’t like Ned, I like you” You said feeling very confident

“Really?!”

You nodded and laughed softly. You reached down and grabbed his hand.

“Well, In that case- Aunt May is gonna be gone Thursday” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“And I was thinking if you’re not busy you could..”

“Yes Peter, fine. I’ll drive you to the dentist”

“Yes!” He fist pumped in the air.

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Hey! Could I please request a jealous gaston fic? Your last one was so good! Maybe like he and the reader are childhood friends or have known each other for ages and the reader likes him and when he becomes obsessed with belle she is heart broken. Maybe she starts making friends with another guy and gaston realises he is losing her and is super jealous! Gaston argues with the reader about it but it ends fluffy. Sorry if that makes no sense haha Thanks!!

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: angst (and a happy ending of course)

A/N: hello sweety! it made perfect sense, don’t worry! I’m actually quite pleased with the result, especially the ending, so I hope you like it as well <3

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LeFou, Gaston and you were sitting at a table in the tavern where you were currently playing cards. And you were winning, if anyone was interested in that.

You grinned at Gaston.

“Come on, Gaston. Play your card. Let me watch you lose another round,” LeFou laughed at that statement of yours. He had dropped out a few rounds ago and was now watching the scene play out in front of him. He ordered another round of drinks for himself and you two.

“Gaston doesn’t lose.”

“At this game and against me? You lose every time,” he glared at you from behind his card and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

A few moments later he did indeed forfeit the game, but only because Belle entered the tavern. He got up immediately and ignored everything else around him, walking over to her and bothering her. As always.

You turned around and watched them for a second, then you turned back towards the cards on the table and sighed, collecting all of them and putting them back in a deck.

LeFou sighed as well and placed a hand on your arm, trying to comfort you as best as he could.

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Fire

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Request: I’ve been dying for a smutty richard speight jr x reader story! Would you be so kind to write one? Hi! I was the one who requested the Richard speight x reader fic a while ago..I’m not sure if you have started writing it yet but if you haven’t can I make a request? Could you insert some dirty talk? Mostly from Rich’s side. If you could I will worship the ground you walk on (well I already do)

A/N: Long time, no see, huh? Thanks again to @capital-eyyyy-ohhh for the help!

Pairing: RSJ x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected smut (be safe), explicit language, dash of fluff

Word Count: 6364

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Originally posted by blairwnm

Lively chatter filled the small bar, sparkling golden light bursting from the lights on the ceiling across the building’s crowded expanse. Laughter sounded from a table toward the back, six people engaging in an amusing conversation about recent convention happenings.

“The two of you rocked ‘Pony’ at karaoke,” you commented to Briana and Matt, a deep smile crossing your lips as your fingers remained curled around your glass.

Briana gave her blonde waves a playful puff, a bright smile curling up on her lips. “Why, thanks. When are you and Rich gonna do a duet?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow as she stared the two of you down, evoking the curious gazes of Rob, Matt, and Kim.

Rich sat to your left, chair nearly touching yours as the two of you naturally gravitated toward the other. The chemistry the two of you had was undeniable, except to the two of you. Out of fear of the chance of losing your friendship, Rich hadn’t mentioned his feelings for you and vice-versa. Why risk the closest relationship you had? He shared a small amused smile with you, shocking hazel eyes resting comfortably on yours for a few seconds too long.

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Not So Rude Awakening- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,164

Request:  Hey🌸 I was wondering if you could write one where jack and y/n accidentally set their alarm earlier than they had to so they just cuddle and talk until they actually have to get up? 

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*Alarm obnoxiously beeping*

You lift your head groggily in haze, unsure where you were. Only to realize it was Monday morning and you had to get ready for work. You went to roll out of bed, but you felt yourself being tugged back down onto the mattress. You looked back to see you blonde, bed headed boyfriend pulling on your arm.

“Jack come on! I have to get up. I can’t be late!” you said, trying to escape his embrace. It was no use, he was stronger than you. He tightly brought your body over to his.

“No sorry. You’re not allowed to leave. Call in sick. We need to have cuddles.” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you.

“Jack seriously? I promise we can cuddle when I get home, but I really have to go.” you whined, trying to roll over off the bed.

Jack just pulled you back, “No.” he pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes.

His face met yours, playfully attacking you with kisses. He started from your neck, then moved up to your cheeks until he reached your lips.

You giggled as you felt his morning stubble against your face. “You’re cute babe. As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I can’t. And if I don’t get up and get going, I’m going to have to go to work in my nighty.”

He looked you up and down, giving you a cheeky smirk. “Oooh kinky.” he laughed, tickling your sides, making you jump.

“I’m seriously going to kick you, if you don’t let me go! No cuddles later for you either.”

“Fine.” he moped, releasing you from his arms.

You finally stood up and glanced at your phone,seeing how much time you had left to get ready. This can’t be right. You slumped back onto your side of the bed.

Jack looked over at you confused. “(Y/N) what are you doing? Don’t you have to get ready for work?”

You slowly put your phone down beside you and covered your face with the duvet.

“Jack do you know what time it is right now?” letting out a muffled laugh.

“Isn’t it 8:30?”

You reached for your phone and tossed it over to Jack’s side, making him jump. He fumbled around, looking for where it went with his hand. When he finally found it, he looked at the screen.

The time read 6:30 am

“You set the alarm last night for 6 instead of 8, you idiot! I could have slept longer!” hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“Oi!” he shouted as you gave him a good whack on the head. “Alright! Two can play at this game!” he charged, hitting you a couple times with a pillow before pulling you back in his strong arms. He squeezed you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You felt his stubble again, making you shrug your shoulders up and giving you goosebumps all over.

Things had calmed down a little bit, you just laid there, gazing into your boyfriend’s baby blue eyes. You ran your fingers softly through his disheveled hair, sweeping it back in place.

You loved moments like this. Of course pillow fights and silly times were fun, but sometimes it’s nice to just sit and take in the moment. You appreciated the time you got to chill and spend time with Jack. You both were pretty busy most of the time with work. So anytime you could just sit or snuggle up, was absolute heaven.

“Be honest, did you set the alarm early on purpose?”

He shot you a sarcastic surprised look. Trying to hide the smile growing on his face. “You did! I knew it!” giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Ow!” he rubbed his arm where you hit him. “Excuse me for wanting some time with you!” he gave a fake cry, pouting his lip.

“Aw poor baby. Let me kiss it better!” you teased, puckering your lips.

Jack pulled away from you still holding his arm, “No, no I don’t need your pity kisses!”

“You are such a drama queen! Do you know that?” finally being able to sneakily kiss his arm.

“Feel better?” giving him a smile.

“I mean, I guess I feel a little bit better” he huffed while rolling his eyes.

You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, “How about now?”

He just sat with his arms crossed in front of him.

You kissed his jawline, “How about now?”

You notice him start to squirm, knowing that tickled him and he was just trying to keep his composure.

Finally, you kissed his neck, “Now?”

That broke him. He shrugged his shoulders up in response. You knew that was one of his weak spots. Jack couldn’t resist neck kisses. Neither could you.

“You play dirty. Do you know that?” he smiled at you.

“Yeah I know.” you said sassily winking back at him.

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Since you had another hour to kill before work, you and Jack didn’t leave your room. You just stayed in bed together.

You cuddled.

Your bodies entangled and snug in the duvet.

You chatted shit. Like, would you let each other turn into a walker in a zombie apocalypse? Or if you were on a desert island what would you do?

You also talked about some serious things,like your relationship and where you saw things going in the future.

It was an amazing morning. Just you and Jack with no interruptions or distractions.

*Actual alarm went off*

“Ughh no! Now I don’t want to go to work!” you groaned, stretching out your arms and nuzzling back into Jack’s chest. He held you close, resting his head against yours.

“I know gorgeous, but I’ll tell you what. When you get home, how about we go out to dinner? And then after that we can have a nice bubble bath.” he whispered sweetly in your ear.

You smiled into his kiss,“That sounds amazing.” you slowly rolled out of bed, walking toward your wardrobe.

You could feel Jack’s eyes staring at you as you walked away from the bed. Quickly glancing back, you caught him red handed. “Maybe you should take a picture. It’ll last longer.” you laughed, shimmying your body back and forth.

“Maybe I will.” sporting a cheeky grin.

You made your way back to his bedside, “Well, right now I really have to get dressed and get to work. But I promise you’ll see me in this later, okay?”

He nodded with delight at what you just said. You shared a kiss and then continued to get dressed.

You were in the bathroom doing your makeup when you heard Jack yell, “Did you know that I love you crazy girl?”

Standing in front of the mirror, you laughed to yourself. Thinking about how lucky you were. You loved this boy so much.

“Good! Because you’re not getting rid of me Maynard! You’re mine forever.”