i was cheering for her on the top of my lungs when she said this

When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.

Little Things

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware. 

Word count: 3,365

Pickering, Canada
April 2024

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Candy Hearts

Requested

Based on the word “Inevitable”


Draco’s eleven.

He’s gasping lungs and cracked open ribs as he clutches the acceptance letter in his pocket and glances up at the frost laced rooftops of Diagon Alley, realizes that there’s an entire world beyond the manor walls and he hadn’t even realized it.

He’s eleven and catching sight of her through shop window reflections like crystal balls. Dragging himself into Florish and Bots because there’s curiosity, no, interest, no, enchantment, maybe, ebbing like magic through the whorls of his fingertips. And she’s in his peripheral, schoolbooks clutched to her chest and smile soft, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. Luminescent in the light filtering through the window.

Draco watches as she rolls her sleeves up to her elbows and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, strains on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves and –

“Here,” he says, grabs the book and slips it into her hands. Ignores the spark that catches between their fingertips and tugs, oh yes, he’s close enough to see the color of her eyes like rainbows reflected through a prism, the butterfly soft smile that traps itself against her mouth as she meets his eyes –

Says her name, “Y/N,” like wind chimes or a symphony.

And Draco thinks that it might as well be a spell.

___

Draco’s twelve.

He’s glances cast across a classroom, over his shoulder, when he hopes that nobody is looking. Fingers brushing and elbows knocking and, “Excuse me, I didn’t watch where I was going.” He did, and he’d be lying if he said that touching her felt anything less than a charm.

He’s twelve and he’s the pride swelling in his chest at his first Quidditch match when he can hear her somewhere below him, cheering his name. He tells her that she’s his good luck charm the next day, doesn’t quite catch the blush that suffuses her cheeks before he turns away.

But it’s the last day of term and she’s slipping by him in the train corridor and, “Have a good summer, Draco,” she says, hesitates, brushes her lips against his cheek.

He hadn’t quite believed in magic, until then.

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Draco’s thirteen.

He’s Blaise’s snickering and Pansy’s knowing looks and jealousy, hot and potent, bubbling like a potion he hadn’t managed to get right in his stomach as Cormac McLagen smirks and smiles and sidles up beside Y/N in the Great Hall during breakfast one day.

He’s thirteen and he’s fucking captivated as snowflakes dust Y/N’s lashes and the wind twirls the ends of her scarf, as she wipes butterbeer from her upper lip and giggles at something that one of her friends whispers into her ear.

“I’ll help you back,” he offers, seizes a chance, when her friends have run ahead of her on the path back to the castle.

And she smiles at him, tucks an arm through the crook of his elbow. Tells him about the trouble she’s been having in Transfiguration lately and if she can’t figure it out her parents will have her head for sure and –

“I can tutor you, if you’d like,” he says, wonders if Blaise had spiked his pumpkin juice with Felix Felicis that morning. Hopes that she can’t feel his heartbeat through the jut of his elbow.

“I’d love that,” she replies.

And he can’t quite believe his luck.

___

Draco’s fourteen.

He’s library desks cluttered with books and ink blotches, Madam Pince’s furious hushing when he and Y/N forget to be quite. The way light streaks and shimmers around her, distorted as though they’re drowning in the Black Lake.

He’s fourteen and strangely, oddly hopeful as he clasps her fingers, marvels at the fit of her hand in his, shows her the correct hand motion and heart stops, starts, stutters when she doesn’t quite pull away.

“I aced my last test,” she tells him, runs towards him in the corridor, throws her arms around his neck till he can feel her heartbeat crash against his.

“I guess you don’t need a tutor anymore then,” he says. A frown is burgeoning on the cusp of his mouth.

“No, no,” she says hurriedly. “I still do.”

And he isn’t sure why he hasn’t transfigured this, them into something else yet.

___

Draco’s fifteen.

He’s the firewhiskey on his lips and the castle floor on the palms of his hands as he reaches forward and spins the bottle yes, hopes, wonders, waits as it spins, spins, lands on her, oh yes.

He’s fifteen and he’s the lip-gloss on her lips, the way they crash head on like a train-wreck, a car crash and he doesn’t have an algorithm for this: him, her, the kiss.

Because her mouth fits neatly against his and she tastes like melted sugar, like cotton candy, all soft edges and fluttering pulse points. His eyes are closed and he can’t quite believe/ only he can, he’d rigged the game.

Afterwards, afterwards, afterwards:

He pulls her into a broom cupboard and threads his fingers through her hair, tastes butterbeer on her tongue and feels his tonsils glued together because this is a secret and he can’t quite find the right words to say.

But things are different, they’re different and he holds her hands as he walks her to class, kisses her across the tabletop in Honeydukes and grabs her, twirls her after Quidditch matches. He wraps his scarf around her neck and they pass notes in class, sit at the top of the astronomy tower at night and map out the handful of constellations that they know.

It’s this: him, her, and how he hadn’t anticipated that the winds would change.

___

Draco’s sixteen.

He’s late night kisses and early morning platitudes, worried questions and, “Draco, I know something’s wrong.” The mark on his arm and the worry that’s coiled tight in his gut as he attempts to keep it covered up.

He’s sixteen and he’s breaking, the world too heavy on Atlas’ shoulders. Because he has a noose around his neck and he can’t do it, can’t, can’t, can’t.

They lose their virginity to each other the night before he’s meant to kill Dumbledore. And it’s like falling through a pensieve to a memory he didn’t know he had; soft lips and rolling hips and gasps, teeth, fingers fit neatly in the groove of her waist.

Here’s how it goes:

A girl, a boy, a tragedy. He’s Icarus and she’s the sun and it’s not her that kills him, oh no, it’s the ocean and melted wax dripping down his back.

He tells her ‘I love you’ before he tells him ‘I have to kill you’.

And there’s a green light and he’s Gatsby and he’s never managed to reach what he wanted, no, has only ever been a cautionary tale.

He’s sixteen and he’s a mistake, a heartbreak, the boy who made all the wrong choices.

___

Draco’s seventeen.

He’s the shards of a broken chandelier stuck in his mouth, his hands, vocal chords torn to ribbons as lights flash green and screams echo through the hallowed corridors of the manor. The letters he’d sent her that don’t have a reply, the ragged stitches of a heart never meant to mend.

He’s seventeen and the room of requirement is burning around him, life flashing before his eyes, flames licking at his heels. It’s her, her, her. And Crabbe’s gone, the room is charred but it’s not over yet, is never over.

There’s blood on his hands and in his throat when he sees her again. When he grabs her, yells, watches as a Death Eater’s body crumbles to the floor.

Her palm is sweaty against his, breaths ragged and tears sooty.

There’s a war raging around them and he finds that he doesn’t quite care.

___

Draco’s eighteen.

He’s the faded mark on his arm and the ring in his pocket and the happiness – cautious, unsure, new – that permeates the walls of his new home with her. Because the war is over and the world is still turning.

He’s eighteen and he’s a happy ending, maybe, a fairytale that didn’t quite end with them riding off into the sunset but ended like this instead: him and her and he thinks that that’s all he ever really needed.

Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.


If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine:  can you do a peter parker imagine where you’re going to a haunted house with peter and some friends. peter didn’t want to go at first but when he heard you were going, he was in. you all go to the haunted house and a guy in the group was flirting with you trying to act all manly and brave and stuff. peter gets really jealous and wants you all to himself so he ‘accidentally’ locks you in the same room as him. he confesses his feelings with you and you confess yours. thx so much i love ur writing!

A/N: thanks anon! you are a sweetie!! || it’s long ;3

Warning: None


 You walked around the corner with a smile on your face and your hair in perfect condition. You’ve been looking for Peter for the past five minutes, you wanted him to see how good you looked today. As you looked around, you spotted him talking with your friends. You gave yourself a silent, ‘yes!’ of excitement. He was talking with your friends, which was a good sign because they were your excuse to talk with Peter.

 You fix your hair up one last time and take a deep breath. Before you knew it, you were off. When you reached the group, Peter was the first one to greet you. Everybody greeted you afterwards, you glanced at Peter who kept staring at you. You were freaking out on the inside, he must’ve thought you looked good.

‘’So.. What were you guys talking about?’’ you ask, trying to spark up a conversation.

‘’Oh. We were inviting him to going to the haunted house with us tomorrow, but he doesn’t want to go.’’ judy explains.

‘’Yeah. Haunted houses aren’t really my thing.’’ peter shrugs.

‘’Aw man, that’s to bad. I was going to go tomorrow night.’’ you sigh.

 Peter gasped in surprise. He pulled out his phone almost immediately and started to tap his fingers rapidly on his screen. Everybody in the group exchanged glances, wondering what he was doing. Peter soon threw his phone back into his pocket and looked up at you.

‘’I actually had plans for tomorrow night that’s why I couldn’t go. But it seemed that they cancelled the plans so I’m free. I’ll go.’’ peter says.

‘’But I thought you said haunted houses weren’t real-’’

‘’Forget what I said! I’ll be there!’’ peter exclaims.

 Before you could respond, the bell rang and Peter ran off into the big crowd that was forming. You watched as he rushed off, you bit your lip and smiled. He was going and it was going to be a blast.

‘’Y’know Y/N. I think he’s just going because you’re going.’’ judy comments.

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Betty’s a serpent

imagine betty being a serpent wife. like out at work/school all day but can put the serpents in their place 

bughead fanfiction

So I came up with this when the episode aired (like 3am my time) so here’s a fluffy fic about that. 

Also slightly A/U to the ending of the episode

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The bell rang signalling the end of the day at Riverdale High. Betty Cooper gathered her books and headed to her locker by herself, missing the conversation she would normally have with her boyfriend Jughead Jones.

Just before FP was charged, he had managed to sign custody of Jughead over to fellow serpent Viper who promised to keep an eye on the teen. The younger Jones had also moved to Southside High and was back living at the trailer park. 

“hey betty wait up” Kevin Keller jogged to be next to her. “Archie, Ronnie and I are heading to Pop’s now, wanna come with?”

Betty shook her head as she twisted her locker combination and opened the door “Sorry Kev, I’ve got plans”

“we’ve hardly seen you in months, not after Jughead transferred. We just wana know how you’re doing” Kevin pushed on

“Really Kev I’m fine” he gave her a pointed look “I promise. I’ve just gotta help Polly with some baby things.”

“okay but next time you are so coming with us” he reached to hug her with one arm and walked away. Betty let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding and after putting away what she needed to, slammed her locker and headed out to her car. 

~

Kevin walked into Pop’s to see Archie Andrews & Veronica Lodge cosied up in their usual booth. “please no more pda or I might puke” Kevin said sitting down on the opposite side to the new couple.

Veronica shuffled slightly further from Archie “Is Betty not coming?” Kevin shook his head no. “Has anyone really spoken to her after Jughead left?” This time both boys shook their heads no. 

“What about Polly? She’d know” Archie suggested

“Betty said she’s helping Polly with baby things, that’s why she can’t come” Kevin informed

“Really?” Archie asked “cos she’s heading in here with her mom” As if on cue, the bell rang at the door and in walked the other two Cooper women. Polly looked around and waved at the trio as they both walked to a booth. 

“Hey guys” Polly said standing at the end of the booth “how are you?” she addressed them all

“We’re good, you look gorgeous Polly” Veronica replied “Is everything okay with the babies?” 

“Both are healthy and growing as normal.”

“D’you know where Betty is? She said she’d be with you” Archie interrupted. Polly looked speechless then looks to Alice who called her back to their table. “So they’re definitely hiding something” he pointed out “maybe we should visit Jughead, see what he knows.”

“Are you insane Archie? My dad told us all to stay away from the South Side” Kevin whispered loudly 

“Come on Kev” Veronica started “It’s one time. Plus you know some of the gang from Joaquin right?” Kevin nodded slowly “Right let’s go then.” The three walked out and to Archie’s car, Kevin getting into the back and Veronica the front passenger side. 

It was a short drive over to the serpents hang out which had changed since Kevin & Archie’s last visit to a shadier part of town. Daylight was fading fast and the only streetlights working were at the end of the street. Kevin was the first to spot the bar pointing it out to his friends “over there.” The three walked to a corner building with a neon light of a snake which was the serpents logo and the word Scorpion in green.

“when did they move?” Archie wondered out loud

“Just after FP was arrested, Joaquin and I came for his goodbye gathering here. One of the second-in-commands, Viper I think his name was, he and his wife bought this place and re-did it all. A fresh start of sorts.” 

They were a few doors away when the door to Scorpion opened and a man flew out and fell to the ground and Veronica let out a loud gasp. “You know your limit Eli and you know not to mess with Jug’s girl” the person lying down groaned in response. The man standing in the doorway looked out and saw the three teenagers but went back inside instead of saying anything. 

When they walked into the bar, there was a large crowd around a pool table with people placing bets with each other raising by $5 every time. The trio walked round to see Jughead pot the black ball with a trick shot which earned a mix reaction of cheers and groans. Having not spotted them yet, the boy who was donning his very own leather jacket shouted “Alright so whose next?”

“how bout we make it interesting?” A female voice said coming from the bar “both our legacies deserve to find out whose better.” 

“I’m game if you are” Jughead said to someone who was being blocked by the rest of the patrons. The group assumed the other legacy agreed as the crowd cheered.

Viper came to the table “alright, FP Junior vs Ali Junior. Place your bets, this should be fun.” 

As the crowd moved towards Viper, Jughead approached who they assumed to be Ali Junior and kissed her. Kevin gasped grabbing onto Veronica’s arm who in turn wrapped hers around Archies and they all stood back further into the shadows to blend in.

~

Jughead had approached the girl nicknamed Ali Junior and kissed her “you sure about this Bets?” 

She nodded against his forehead and kissed him again grabbing the collar of his jacket. She pulled away and whispered in a low breath “I’m so gonna kick your butt”

The wolf whistles of the serpents broken them apart “alright kids save that for later” Viper said stashing the money in his back pocket “so whose breaking off?”

Jughead looked at Betty “age before beauty of course” he replied winking

Betty shook her head smiling walking to Viper, she pressed up against her boyfriend and leaned into his ear and said “you’re so gonna get it tonight”.

The others cheered her as she grabbed the triangle to rack up the balls. The blond placed herself on the opposite side of Jughead and leaned forward to break, hoping Jughead would get distracted by her cleavage which seemed to work. The couple continued playing the game like there was no one else in the room, teasing each other and stealing kisses whenever they could until the eight ball was left. 

Neither of them had pocketed the ball in the last couple of shots so the bets went up, more betting for Jughead to win. By this point Archie, Veronica & Kevin had made their way to the front but the two still hadn’t noticed. 
The couple shared a look and Jughead nodded ever so slightly at Betty who leaned over and angled the shot so it hit two sides before ending up in the top corner pocket. Everyone cheered for the blond who had now leapt into her boyfriends arms. Viper’s wife approached the couple with two bottles of beer and whispered something to them and suddenly they looked up at their three friends.

The room went silent with everyone’s attention now focused on the three strangers. Betty who was wearing her own honorary serpent jacket grabbed Jughead’s hand for courage who rubbed his thumb on the back of hers to help calm her down. “What are you guys doing here?” she asked with her best smile on

“We could ask you the same thing Betty” Archie said looking angry “You’re with the serpents now? This is where you’ve been, with these people, instead of hanging out with your friends? Does Alice even know where you are?”

The last question caused the rest of the bar to laugh, Viper was going to speak up but Betty shook her head and replied “These people Archie, are my friends. No not just friends, family. Mine and Jughead’s.”

“Betty these people are criminals” Veronica offered

“Oh and your dad’s not?” she snapped back which earned a few whistles from the gang “Archie my mom’s a south sider, you really think I’d be here if she didn’t trust them?”

The red haired boy looked confused so Viper spoke up “Little Ali was no stranger round here, she grew up at the same trailer park too. Her and FP always getting themselves in trouble. The serpents came naturally to most people at the park, so we snapped those two up as soon as possible. When we found out our boy Jughead here was dating her daughter, we gave her Ali’s old jacket” he pointed to what Betty was wearing 

“Really Betty? Is that what happened because we can take you home if you need a ride instead of staying with the scoundrels. Please B” Veronica pushed

“Watch you’re mouth princess” the voice of another serpent who walked out from the shadows

“Don’t talk to her like that” Archie jumped in 

“Yeah? Or what?” He challenged “You gonna run and tell daddy?” Archie lunged towards the snake attempting to punch him but missed and ended up with a punch to his stomach which sent him flying backwards slightly, the other’s around cheering. 

He grabbed Archie’s jacket and had started raising his fist to punch him when he heard Jughead shout “BP don’t do it” but he raised his fist even higher until the sharp voice of one Betty Cooper cut through the crowd 

“Buster Peters Specter you put him down right now” they all moved to show Betty standing with her hands on her hips Jughead smirking behind her. 

“you got off lucky kid” BP told the boy then dropped him to the floor as Veronica and Kevin rushed to see if he was okay. The older man looked up at Betty and tipped his backwards baseball cap “sorry miss betty” who in return nodded and he walked off. Jughead helped Archie off the floor “follow us” he said as he and Betty led their friends to a room upstairs. 

Jughead unlocked the door and walked in with Betty following, Veronica spotted that the name on the door said Cooper-Jones and showed it to Archie and Kevin behind her. Inside had a large desk which was covered with then teenagers homework, two laptops (one on each end of the desk), a filing cabinet and a three person sofa which was against the side wall, above was a photo of the couple with a white dog. Betty sat down behind the desk with Jughead leaning against the wall behind her.

“Sorry about BP, he’s very” Betty looked to Jughead for the right word

“Protective” he offered “always has been” Veronica scoffed 

“It’s true!” Betty insisted “he’s the oldest of five, his parents were’t really around so he basically raised his siblings himself so he prides himself on family. I’ll get him to apologize to you Arch.”

“What about you Bets? What about your family?”

“Jughead and the serpents are my family Arch. Mom and Polly know I’m here, dad knows I’m safe here”

“Safe?” Veronica exclaimed “these people are dangerous. Just look at Jughead’s dad”

“Don’t bring FP into this, your dad isn’t a saint either Veronica” Betty bit back

“Listen guys, I didn’t come here to fight” Kevin interrupted “Betty are you happy?” 

She looked at Jughead wearing a big smile and nodded “more than ever”

“In that case” Kevin continued “WE are very happy for you, aren’t we?”

Archie & Veronica looked defeated and nodded before Veronica added looking at Jughead “but if you ever do anything to hurt my girl, you’ll be sorry.”

“Don’t worry” Betty laughed “the serpents would get to him first. they like me better” which made the room laugh.

“What’s with the Cooper-Jones sign?” Archie wondered 

The couple looked between them before Betty pulled out a necklace with a silver ring on it. “Jughead proposed last month”

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UPDATED: (PART 2 HERE) (PART 3 HERE) (PART 4 HERE)

playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 



   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.


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My champion (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Warnings : Sad Zach, make out sesh, (mentions of sex ?), also English is still not my native language.
Word count: 2283.

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N: I posted my first imagine a few days ago (about my love, Montgomery, you can read it here) and you guys were just so nice, I received so many kind comments. I know I said it would be my first and last imagine, but I decided to continue writing. I hope you all like this one too xx.


Looking up at the clock, Zach sighed. They had less than fifteen seconds to go, and were ten points behind the other team. There was no way on earth that they could win this time. He turned his attention back to the game, watching as Justin ran towards the basket while dribbling the ball. The crowd cheered as he scored, giving the boys hope to continue the match. The bleachers were filled with cheering teenagers and some parents who came to see their sons play. Most of them were from Liberty High, as they were playing there, but a good third were supporters of the other team. Liberty High managed to score once more before the horn went off, signalling the end of the game. But it wasn’t enough.

Zach groaned, crouching down and letting his head fall into his open hands. Someone tapped his back in a comforting manner, probably Justin, be he did not look up. Instead, he stayed there, with his head hanging low, trying to catch his breath after the intense game. The season has just started and it was the very first match they lost, so he knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But God, was it frustrating. Zach hated losing, failing. He hated when his team would lose a game, he hated when he would fail a test. It did not only make him feel like a failure, but also a disappointment. A disappointment to his friends, to his family, to his girlfriend.

Loud laughs and screams from the other team filled the emptying gymnasium as they celebrated their victory. Zach could hear a few boys snickering as they passed him, heading to the locker room, but he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t one to pick fights.

Y/N stood on the bleachers, her eyes focused on her boyfriend who was still crouching in the middle of the hall. Her heart ached at how defeated he looked at that moment. She knew that Zach would beat himself up, he always did even though she had told him times and times again that it wasn’t his fault; that their team couldn’t win every single game and that the most important thing was to give their best. All she wanted to do was to run up to him and hug him, hold him close to her and rub his back, whispering that they’ll do better next time. But she knew better than to do just that. Y/N knew that Zach needed time after a defeat, so she decided to give it to him. She waited as the gymnasium emptied itself, and then left herself. She decided to wait for her boyfriend and their friends in the parking lot, near Zach’s car.

Jessica and Justin got there first, making their way over Y/N holding hands. Y/N smiled at them and embraced them quickly. She could tell that Justin wasn’t happy with himself either. His eyebrows were in a permanent frown and his lips in a thin line. He was trying not to show how crushed he was, but Y/N had known him for over five years and knew him all too well.

“We’re going to hang out at Bryce’s with the others, you wanna join?” Jessica asked, intertwining her fingers with her boyfriend’s. Y/N thought about the offer, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? Usually they had parties at Bryce’s place after the Tigers won a game, but a get together with a few friends might actually cheer her boyfriend up. She was going to accept and say that they’ll be there in a few, until she saw Zach exiting the high school building.

“Uh, I think we will pass this time. But you have fun, guys.” She patted Justin’s shoulder and hugged Jess again before the couple left, heading to Jess’s car. One look at her boyfriend was enough for her to know that he wasn’t in a partying mood tonight. His eyes missed their usual spark, his grip on his sports bag was so tight his knuckles turned white. Zach took his time making his way over to his girlfriend, his steps long but slow.

“Hey there.” Y/N said softly, putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly once he was standing right in front of her. Zach’s head landed on her shoulder and she could feel him let out a long sigh. Her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in concern, pulling away from him as he didn’t hug her back and looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

“What are you still doing here?” He mumbled, making eye contact for the first time since the end of the game. He didn’t mean to sound rude, though, and she knew it. He was sad and probably a bit ashamed. The boys had spent so much time practicing for this match, as they knew that the team they were playing against was really good. But it was all for nothing, or at least that’s what he thought.

 “Waiting for you.” Y/N said, taking his sports bag from him and putting it in his car’s trunk, ignoring his eye roll.

“I want to be alone, Y/N.” Zach pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched his girlfriend. She turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No, you don’t.” She took a step toward him, putting her hands on his chest. “You always say you do, but you don’t.” It was true, he knew it. He’d always push her away when he felt like this, but he’d run back to her only a couple of hours later because she was the only one who could make him feel better. A small smile appeared on his face, which made Y/N let out a sigh of relief before she continued. “So, how about we go to Rosie’s, then head back to my place?” She questioned, her eyes sprinkling with hope. Y/N’s enthusiastic expression made Zach’s heart melt. He chuckled as she got on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss and she knew that he couldn’t resist her now.

“Fine.” Zach put his hands on her hips as she pulled away and leaned in for another kiss, making her giggle. It was crazy how much calmer he was already. Minutes ago he was planning to go home, give the punching ball that he had installed in the basement a few hits, and go to bed – ready to forget about this awful evening. But now all he wanted was to cuddle his girlfriend the whole night while eating some take out from Rosie’s.

Pushing her hair behind her ears, Y/N made her way to the passenger seat, immediately plugging her phone to the radio and blasting her favourite song of the moment. Zach shook his head in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of his girl singing along to the music. He started the engine and drove off, soon joining her as they both sang at the top of their lungs. As the couple approached the little restaurant, Y/N was a giggling mess. She looked at her boyfriend as he tried to rap along an Eminem song. He was doing great at first, but then the pace accelerated and she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. Y/N unplugged the device from the radio as Zach parked the car, her Y/E/C still looking at him lovingly.

She couldn’t believe that she actually had him. After all these years of crushing on him, he was finally hers. Zach Dempsey was one of the kindest guys at Liberty High, with no doubt. He was everything she has ever wanted, and more. Smart, charming, funny, and extremely good looking. He made her feel things she had never felt before. She felt safe, loved and cherished. She felt like the luckiest girl on the entire planet with him. Y/N didn’t understand what Zach was doing with a simple girl like her, but she wasn’t going to complain, right?

“Let’s go.” Zach’s soft voice brought her back to reality. He winked at her and gave her his famous smile, making her blush before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop herself from laughing, but cracked a big smile at him nonetheless.

Taking her fragile hand in his significantly larger one, the brown-haired boy led his girlfriend to the little restaurant. They sat in their usual booth at the back as they waited for their order.

“We really sucked, huh?” Zach whispered, his mood suddenly changing from joyful to defeated once again. This wasn’t a surprise to Y/N though, she knew that cheering him up wasn’t going to be an easy task. She sighed, placing her hands on his across the table. She gave them a quick squeeze and a sent a reassuring smile in his direction.

“You didn’t. You were all great. You, Justin, all of you!” She was hoping to get a reaction out of him, a smile, a hum, a simple nod would have sufficed – but she got none of that. Instead, Zach was just staring at their hands as Y/N started drawing circles on them with her thumbs in a soothing manner. “Babe, look at me.” She demanded and he slowly obliged.

“We fucked up, that’s all.” He mumbled stubbornly, making Y/N scoff, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You lost the game, yes. But it’s not a big deal. You were good, but the other team was good too. You’ll do better next time. Stop beating yourself up. You’re always going to be my champion.” Zach nodded at her words, smiling as the word champion left her mouth. She would always call him that, whether they won or not. “Now let’s go home.” She said as the waiter brought two plastic bags filled with food to their table. Zach paid for the order before Y/N could even take her wallet out of her pocket, making her groan and him chuckle. They made their way out hand in hand, quickly getting into Zach’s car and driving to Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents adored her boyfriend, so they did not mind him spending time at their house. Her mother was so fond of the young boy, always telling her daughter that she should hold him. It took a bit more for her father to appreciate him, but after three months of them dating he understood that Zach’s intentions were good.

Making their way upstairs, Zach and Y/N waved to her parents who were sitting in the living room, watching a movie. Y/N shook her head at her mother, who was about to say something, probably ask how the game went. Her mother shoot her a knowing smile while nodding, then turned back to the TV.

Zach climbed onto Y/N’s bed after putting the take out on her desk. He watched as his girlfriend made her way over to him, lying down next to him and cuddling into his side.

 “So… Movie?” Y/N asked, her hand moving up to his chest as his arm made its way around her waist. Zach pressed his lips to her forehead, making her hum and snuggle closer to him. He cupped her face with his hand gently, tilting it up so he could kiss her properly.

 “Thank you so much for everything, babe.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, but this time more forcefully, totally ignoring her question. Y/N internally rolled her eyes, but did not complain. In fact, she pulled him closer to her by his neck, deepening the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, making him groan. Zach swiftly moved them so he was hovering over her, his arms on either side of her body. Y/N’s fingers played with the little hairs at the base of his neck, which she knew was going to drive him crazy. She couldn’t help but giggle as Zach rolled his hips into hers, again and again.

 “What are you laughing at?” He broke the kiss, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust. Y/N bit her bottom lip at his appearance. His pupils dilated, his hair messy and his lips swollen from her kisses. She wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with her parents awake downstairs.

  “You know we can’t do that.” She said softly, her lips brushing against his. Zach groaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck, leaving a few kisses there. Once again, she was right. Y/N’s parents might be accepting of their relationship, but he knew they should not push things too far. The girl kissed his temple, her hands running up and down his back as they laid there for a few more seconds, just enjoying each other’s company.

“We should eat, the food is getting cold.” She pushed him off of her softly and got up to take the bags from the desk, bringing them to her bed. Zach was still lying there, facing the celling. “Come on, we can eat, watch a movie and then when they’re asleep, maybe…” She did not finish the sentence, she did not need to. The boy’s eyes widened, full of hope and lust once again. He smirked at her, making her roll her eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He smiled to himself, pecking her lips one more time. He couldn’t wait to see where the night was going to take them.


The end was terrible, I’m really sorry about that. This whole thing is a flop tbh.

Tagging @xbarrjallenx, @ans-atkins, @arch1eandrews (cause you’re total Ross trash hun)

I actually have a few ideas for another Monty imagine, a Justin one and a Jeff one, but I don’t know if I should write them?? Anyways, let me know if you’d like that!

Life Without You // Calum Hood

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You were exhausted. Absolutely fucking exhausted. Every inch of your body ached and how you would kill to get a good massage.

The day had been long and had worn you down to the core. You wanted nothing more than to drink a warm and relaxing cup of tea and collapse into the bed for the day. You wanted to get out of the tight jeans and the crisp white shirt whose collars made your neck feel itchy. You wanted to slip into the pair of lose grey joggers that awaited to provide your legs some comfort. You wanted tear off the white shirt and put on Calum’s rather worn out tee that you had claimed as your own before he went off on tour.

God how fucking tired you were.

And although you wanted to do so many things to just end the night and get some well deserved sleep, you were here at your best friend’s house, watching after her baby while she was out on a date night with her boyfriend.

You would have turned down your friend’s request but you knew how she and her boyfriend had been so busy after the unexpected arrival of a baby that they’d barely gotten some time to themselves. And as Calum was off on tour, you didn’t have anyone to go home to.

Babysitting this little angel wouldn’t really have been a problem if you weren’t about to fall asleep on it. But you had no idea that your boss would make you work off your butt today and ask you to travel around the city from meeting to meeting so much.

So here you were, yawning with your mouth wide open with a half asleep cranky baby in your arms, partially wishing you had said no to your friend in the morning.

Somewhere in between trying to rock the baby to sleep and fetching yourself some water, you found yourself with your phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear, the voice of your boyfriend ringing through your ears.

“Hey babe,” Calum greeted, sounding an awful lot more cheerful than you currently felt.

“Hey,” you greeted back, already feeling your shoulders relax only by his voice. A small smile tugged at your lips for the first time that day.

“You sound tired Y/N, you alright?” He asked. Apart from his voice, you could hear the other boys bickering in the background.

“Yeah,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “It’s just been a long day. Can’t wait to hit the bed.”

You heard footsteps shuffle on the other side of the line. The voice of the other boys faded in the background and you understood that Calum had probably switched rooms. “Sorry, they were being too noisy.” He said. “You’re still with Kate?”

“Yep, but Y/F/N is going to be back in like ten and then I can go sleep for the rest of my life.”

Calum chuckled in response. “To be honest, you sound as if you actually really need that.”

“It because I’m tired,” you whined, as you sat down on the couch, little Kate right beside you. “Anyway, excited for the show? Speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to be on stage right about now?”

“Just wanted to hear your voice before I did,” he said and you could only imagine him with that satisfied smirk of his.

You chuckled at his cheesiness,”Shut up, Calum. Now go rock the stage! I can’t wait to see the concert pictures.”

“Alright, alright. You get some sleep. I love you, okay?”

“I love you, too.”


As soon as your friend returned you handed over the baby to her, collected your things, pecked your friend on her cheek, bid the little family goodbye and got the hell out of there.

As you opened the door of your car, a loud, long yawn escaped your lips. All you could think of was the cold touch of the bed’s duvet when you would finally climb into your bed changed out of your work clothes.

“Fuck this shit,” you muttered as the car behind you honked yet again. You were stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour now and you couldn’t be closer to losing it. When the car behind you honked again, you turned around, poked your head out of the window and scowled at the driver.

Popping your head back inside, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. When you opened your eyes again, the red lights were turning green and you heaved a sigh of relief.

You restarted your car as the ones in front of you surged forward. As your feet pressed down on the accelerator your heart was rejoicing. A step closer to home sweet home.

As soon as you’d moved forward, another car sped in from the left side. It hit the car beside you, crashed straight into its side. The loud thunk of metal clanging against metal rang in your ears and your eyes widened as the car that was hit spun into yours. The glass of the window shattered, the shards piercing through your skin. But the pain felt like a haze as the entire car shook, quaking everything inside of you as you hit the curb.

Your heart wasn’t as joyous anymore. It felt heavy, as if everything was collapsing on it. And as chaos broke around you, your breaths became shorter and the world turned darker- bit by bit until the black engulfed your vision.


Calum ran backstage, the screams of the fans still echoing through the stadium. His hands still shook from the adrenaline. He kept his bass by the boxes with Luke and Michael’s guitars and headed off towards the dressing room where the other three had already gone. Calum was pretty satisfied with today’s show. He felt like it had been great. The fans seemed to have the time of their lives too.

When Calum walked into the room, he saw that everyone had a grim face. Luke was frantically running his fingers through hi hair while Michael and Ashton tried to figure what information their tour manager was getting over the phone.

“What’s wrong guys? Why do you all look so worried?” He questioned, grabbing the bottle of water by the dresser.

Nobody had seen the MaorI boy walk in, and when they turned to see him, they all turned a shade paler.

“Guys,” Calum repeated, voice turning cautious he saw the looks on everyone’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Calum…” Ashton began. “Calum, Y/N…”

Hearing your name already had Calum panicking. His heart raced and his eyes widened, body turning warm with panic in the worst way.

“Y/N what, Ashton?”

Nobody could bring themselves to say anything. Silence reigned over the room, and the commotion from the stadium buzzed through the room like a low hum.

Y/N what, Ashton?” Calum roared this time.

Their tour manager, Jeff, was finally off the phone, stepping in front of him. “Y/N is in the hospital. She got into an accident and is still unconscious.”

It was like the entire world collapsed on his shoulders. The room around him spun and tears blurred his vision. His breaths grew sharper as he waited for someone around him to deny what had just been said. But no one said a word.

Michael cautiously approached Calum, hands reaching out to steady him. “Dude, you alright?”

Calum nodded, roughly pushing off his friend’s hand. He turned to the manager. “When did you find out?”

“About ten minu-”

Ten fucking minutes and you tell me now?” He yelled, the vein on his neck popping into prominence.

“You were on stage, and you were about to come off so I just waited,” Jeff explained.

“You waited? Why the hell would you wait? My girlfriend is in the hospital! Do you even understand?” Calum was screaming at the top of his lungs. Anger, anxiety, paranoia and sadness gushing through his veins all at the same time.

“I need tickets back to the city,” he said, turning away from the manager to look around for his phone.

“But Calum-”

“Jeff, get us all tickets now. The fans will understand.” Luke said, cutting off further arguments.


Calum was on the way to the hospital as soon as they had reached the airport. He didn’t wait for his luggage, couldn’t give two shits about it as he pushed through the crowds to get into the cab he’d booked.

As Calum stepped into the hospital, the glass doors parting automatically for him, the smell of iodoform and antiseptic filled his senses. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he was sure he was about to puke, He felt terrified. He feared the absolute worst. But he couldn’t even begin to fathom what it would be like to lose the love of his life. No, no. He couldn’t think about this.

He stopped right in front of the reception desk. “Y/N Y/L/N, please.” He infromed the lady.

“I’m sorry, sir, but only family is allowed.”

Calum scowled. “Cut the shit, please. I’m her fucking boyfriend.”

“Sir, this is a strict policy-”

“I don’t give a fuck about your policy. I just need to see my girlfriend! Why is that so hard for you to understand?” He said through gritted teeth.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Luke pulled him away from the reception desk while Ashton did the talking.

“I just… I need to see her, Luke.” Calum confessed, his voice quivering with emotion.

His tall blonde friend, pulled him into a tight hug. He let Calum cry silently into his neck, tears flowing down his pale skin.

“Calum, I called Y/F/N. She’s in the room with Y/N. She’s coming down right now.” Michael said, giving the Maori boy a soft, encouraging smile.

Through the constant buzz of the crowd in the hospital, Y/F/N came running down. When her eyes fell on Calum, she hurried towards him, engulfing him in a hug. “Thank god, you’re here. She’s upstairs. She’s stable.”

Without paying any heed to whatever the receptionist was saying, the boys followed Y/F/N.


The first thing you heard as you slipped in and out of consciousness was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. When you were slightly more anchored, you heard Michael’s voice. “No, no. No she’s alright. Yeah, Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll keep you updated. Calum’s right here. He fell asleep. He’s pretty shaken. Yes. Got it. 5 am.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking time to adjust to the bright light. Your throat felt drier than the desert and you ached for a sip of water. As you turned your head to the left to check for a glass of water, you could see a head with black hair resting by your pillow.

You smiled, emotions tugging at your heart as you lifted your hand to see if he was really there. Your palm met his soft, black curls- a delusional hum of content left the asleep boy’s lips.

“Looks like you’re up,” Ashton’s face popped into view.

“You guys are actually here,” you croaked out.

Luke and Michael leaned over the other side with Y/F/N. “Alive and in flesh,” Luke said.

You managed to cough out a laugh. Beneath your touch, Calum stirred, slowly rising. A yawn left his lips and his eyes widened when he saw you were up

You smiled. “Hi, there love. You’re back early.”

Tears pooled in Calum’s eyes. “Baby,” he whimpered. In a second his arms were around you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

‘Woah, easy tiger.” You winced at the sudden pressure.

Calum immediately unwrapped himself from you. “Shit, fuck, sorry.”

The others cleared the room, Ashton muttering something about “giving them some time to themselves” as he led the others outside. You shifted, patting the side of the bed, inviting him to join you.

When Calum shook his head no you pouted. “Why not? I just want some cuddles.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his had again.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re hurting me by refusing a cuddle, get your hot ass on the bed.”

Calum laughed as he got up, lifting your blanket up to settle in beside you. “Only you, Y/N. Only you.”

He lay on his side, an arm underneath your head as his eyes decided to run all over your face. His other hand was in your hair, often slipping down to your face to caress your cheek. You leaned into the familiar touch of his calloused fingers, humming in contentment.

He didn’t rush you when you told him what had happened and choked on your words. He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs and held his own back. Kisses were shared, reassurances exchanged. Throughout the night he held onto you, afraid you were going to slip away. You held right on back, not even beginning to grasp what it would currently feel like if the roles were switched.

“I was so afraid I would lose you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I never want to feel like that again. I was losing my fucking mind, Y/N.”

“I’m still here, aren’t I? I won’t ever leave you, even when you want me to.” You mumbled into his chest, your fingers tracing the tattoo on his bicep.

“I wouldn’t want you to leave me,” he said immediately.

“I’m just saying. I love you too much.”

“I love you way too much too,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then made his way to your nose, cheeks, every inch of your face before finally pecking your lips, his soft pink ones brushing against yours.

He smiled into the kiss when he heard you let out a soft giggle.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine life without that sweet sound. He couldn’t imagine a life without you.

Dearly Beloved

Originally posted by frosya

Read the first here! ~http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158907528077/lovely-lovely-man

You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.

“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”

“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.

“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.

“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”

You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”

Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.

“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”

“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”

Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.

Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”

You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”

The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.

Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.

“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.

They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.

“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.

“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”

You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.

Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”

Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”

You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”

He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”

Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.

Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.

“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.

“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.

“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”

“What for?”

“A surprise.”

You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.

“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.

“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”

Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”

You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.

Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.

You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”

“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”

You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.

Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”

You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”

“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.

Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.

“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”

His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”

You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”

Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”

Riverdale Imagine

@booklover240  here is your other request! I hope your friend enjoys! 

Request; Y/N is being beat up and harassed at a certain dark place by Reggie’s team because she revealed the score book to the school and even wrote about it in the Blue and Gold paper. Jughead, Archie, Veronica, and Cheryl comes to the rescue and they were a little too late so Y/N was so injured she had to be brought to the hospital. Everyone is crying and worried about what’s happening next.

Originally posted by 0chlophobia

“Betty, I told you, she’s ready for this.” Ronnie explained. “Not only do I trust her instincts, but I trust she can handle herself.” 

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Big Win [Stiles Lacrosse Week Smut]

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 3,285
Warnings: Smut (Oral male & female receiving), language that’s about it ;)
A/N: So this is my first time writing a Stiles fic and I thought what better first than one for lacrosse week? I wrote this in a few hours and I haven’t done that in forever so I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol, that being said, I’m sure there are errors that I missed. It’s just kinda cute and smutty so I hope you guys like it! :)

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

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Can’t Remember To Forget You Ch. 1

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend. 

  • high school au + fake dating au
  • same universe/basic timeline as let me love you
  • multichaptered for all you youngmin stans!
  • dancer!reader
  • reader is a second-year in high school; youngmin is a third-year

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“What does this have to do with me?” You asked, tossing the magazine back onto the table. “I’m not the one who’s famous, nor am I the one who took the picture.” Youngmin glared at you for a moment more before rubbing his hand on his face, sighing deeply. When his eyes met yours again, his frown had been replaced by a much softer, more despairing expression.

“I need your help,” he muttered, “I know what I’m about to ask is a lot, but believe me, if the truth comes out, not only am I screwed, but you are as well.”

You stared at him.

“Look, consider it payback for you fucking up my uniform,” he said, leaning against the table. “Here’s the favor: I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“Bye.” You spun on your heel, reaching for the door to the classroom.

“(Y/N), please.” Something about the desperation in Youngmin’s voice made you freeze, turning around to face him. “I… I’m desperate. Nobody can know that I was at that competition, or that I dance. You being my girlfriend is the perfect solution—you have an excuse as to why you were talking to me, I have an excuse as to why I was at the competition, and the press can stop saying that I’m crazy and not fit to inherit.”

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Flood my Mornings: Climbing

Anon said: This is a prompt for Bonnie & FMM: since BabyBree is becoming quite the strong minded little lady, can we see her get into some antics at the worst possible time?

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

Fernacre, July, 1951 


JESUS, lass!” Jamie hissed as he lunged to snatch Bree mid-stride and prevent what would have been a flying leap off the picnic table. He forced himself to exhale before setting her onto her feet and asking, “Why in the name of all that is holy and right do ye turn demon the instant we go out in public?”

The demon giggled. 

“Brianna, hear me, it’s no’ a game, this.” He dropped to a crouch before her, trying to keep his already-worn temper in check. “I mean it. NO climbing up upon things, d’ye hear?” 

“Okayyyy!” she trilled, beaming with joy, already turning on her heel. 

“Wait just there, we’re not—” 

But she was already out of reach, scampering off to join a pack of other children headed toward the play-slides. 

“Stay within the yard!” he called after her. “Heaven BLOODY help me,” he groaned under his breath in Gaelic, getting back to his feet and his conversation. “I’m terribly sorry for that wee hooligan, Tom.” 

“It’s alright, bud,” Tom Harper laughed, handing him back his bottle of terrible American beer. “Kids will be kids, no harm done.”

“Perhaps it’s some great test of parenting, to see how well I cope wi’out Claire to hand….or how poorly, as the case might be.”

It was the annual Fernacre employee summer picnic, or as Bree saw it, a battlefield ripe for the carnage her impish soul apparently craved. Scarce an hour the two of them had been there, and she’d already knocked over a pitcher of Lemonade, bitten another child who had bumped into her, squirted tomato sauce all down her front, and managed to get a lollipop stuck in her hair. This was to say nothing of the tantrum on the car ride about not being able to see the clouds (it being a hot, blue day and there being no clouds), and several outbursts of language he was more than grateful Claire had not been present to overhear. Nine days out of ten, Bree’s heartbreaking sweetness outweighed the net destruction (though there was plenty of the latter in any given day, and no mistake); but there would be a full moon brewing in the sky this evening, certainly, for Brianna Fraser had come out IN FORCE. 

“Really, though, she’ll grow out of it,” Tom said with a veteran’s confidence. “Our Rob was just the same at that age. It’s your first kiddo’s job to put you through the wringer. It’s in their contract and everything!” His wink went suddenly sideways as both brows furrowed over his Sunglasses. “Speaking of which, Claire’s okay, I hope?” 

“Oh, aye, she’s well enough,” Jamie assured him, taking what restorative strength he could from the watery excuse for a draught. “The babe kept her up all through the night, and she didna think she could manage being out the heat, besides.” 

“Don’t blame her one bit.” He wiped sweat from his forehead before adding significantly, “Not long, now, huh?” 

“No,” he grinned back, “not long at all.” 


Earlier that morning

Will you absolutely hate me if I stay in bed today?”

“Of course not, mo nighean donn,” He tucked the covers more securely around her and then stood, looking around to see what he might bring her. 

“Would it be pressing my good luck to beg you to take the monster with you?”

He kissed her, then Ian. “…Which one?” 

“Oh, I’d happily give you BOTH, if I could!” She rubbed her now-still belly ruefully and winced a bit. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, little one, you have got to give Mummy a BREAK when she’s trying to sleep. We can’t keep having these midnight drill parades!”

A whinnying horse galloped into the room and catapulted herself onto the bed next to Claire. “Mum-ma, you comin’?”

“No, lovey,” Claire said, pulling Bree close into a great, warm hug. “Mummy’s going to stay here and take a nap.” 

“Nappin’ isna FUN!” 

“Oh, it’s LOADS of fun for me! But you and Daddy will go and have a lovely time at the picnic, just the two of you.”

Bree grumbled for a minute, then brightened. “Can’see iffee’s ‘wake? If Beeyin’s ‘wake?”

Claire smiled that warm, sweet smile he loved so well. She pulled up the hem of her nightshirt from under the blankets, patiently letting Bree inspect the whole expanse of her with exuberant pats. 

After a few moments, Bree glowered up and whispered in a confidential yell, “I dinna heer’im.”

“I don’t feel him ei—Oh! There he is!” 

Bree shrieked in delight, dissolving into insane giggles as she poked the heaving mass back to and fro. At such a degree of intensity, it was rather like the game Jamie had seen the Fair where you clubbed the stuffed groundhog with a mallet only to have another pop up on the other side. ‘Clubbed’ indeed, for Claire was obliged to grab Bree’s hands and croon, “Gently, Bree, baby, *gently*…” 

After a long, peaceful while, Claire happened to glance up and catch his expression. She was a canny one, his wife, and she gave him a gimlet eye at once. “And just what are you smirking at like a cat in the cream?”

In truth, he WAS grinning, so widely he must have looked positively deranged. “You. are. SO. BIG.”

“You ARSE,” she laughed, managing to land him a kick in the belly even through the blankets.

“Ye ARE! I mean, LOOK!” He came to sit on the edge of the bed and joined Bree in outlining just how massive she was. “Big as a—a—”

“A HOUSE!” Bree finished helpfully, “or A ‘POTTAMUS!” 

“I do hope wee Ian comes out a fair shade more polite and complimentary than YOU lot,” Claire said, splitting a glare between the pair of them. 

“And just think, you’ve *two weeks more,* forbye.”  

One and a half, thank you very much,” she corrected primly.

“But let’s just stop and consider.” He raised a significant brow. “Should wee Ian see fit to bide his time…

“Don’t EVEN suggest it.”

“….It could be THREE weeks more…” He was having trouble speaking normally through the bubbling laughter. “….or even FOUR, until—”

“You wish four more weeks upon me, Jamie Fraser, and I will make you wish otherwise.”

Bree turned her coat in a flash. “Don’ wisp that at Mum-ma, Da.” 

“Oh, verra well, if ye say so,” he said, mock-abashed, with a wink at his wife. Glancing at his watch, he groaned and straightened with a yawn. Claire’s tossing and turning in the night from Ian’s acrobatics hadn’t done him any favors, either.  “Alright, a leannan, let’s see to your clothes and get along to the picnic.”

“You really do delight in seeing me as huge as a beached whale, don’t you?” Claire asked sardonically as Bree scurried from the room, cheering.

“Aye, I do,” he admitted freely, wrapping both his arms around her and nuzzling his nose against hers. “Truly one of the happiest sights I’ve ever seen.” 

In the cave, he had many a time wondered—longingly—what Claire might look like at the time of her full term; and what he had imagined paled in comparison. She was full and lush in every single inch of her. Hair thick and glossy. Skin softly glowing like sunlight on a flower petal. Whisky eyes seeming to sparkle with the same light, heavy with a soft, sleepy happiness. Claire was absolutely exquisite in this height of her bearing, and he would happily spend all his days glorying in the memory of her, this way. 

“I never imagined…” He bent and laid a kiss on her straining navel, reflecting that spending a fair number of those days in good fun and laughter would *also* be greatly rewarding. “…that anyone could get even bigger wi’ child than JENNY.” 

“Bree!” Claire shouted, swatting him with a pillow as he lunged up to kiss her cheeks and neck ferociously, “tell your Da to take his imagination and shove it up his—”

A crash sounded from the other room, followed by a ‘whoops-eeee’, which, in retrospect, had not boded well for the rest of the day


“MISTER FRASER!!!” 

His head whipped around so fast he heard his neck crack.

She was on the top rung of the fence separating the yard from the adjacent pasture, and he felt his heart stop as she fell from it headfirst. 

The next moments as he sprinted toward her seemed to pass as slowly as in a dream. He could hear shouts and cries behind him, but he didn’t stop for an instant until he was vaulting over the fence and snatching her up off her back. He didn’t remember what words he may have uttered, or in what language, but a few moments later, he was exhaling in great gasps of relief seeing that she was conscious and not injured, just badly scared with the breath knocked out of her. 

Dazed, she began to cry with great long wails that drove away the two mares that had come to investigate the visitor to their pasture. Thank the Lord she hadn’t chosen the next paddock over, where the true brawlers were kept. 

“You’re alright?” he demanded once more as he got back to the right side of the fence, vaguely aware he was speaking in Gaelic. “You’re not hurt?” 

She coughed and gasped for breath, considered, then showed him, lips trembling, a slightly-red patch on the fleshy part of her palm.

He laid a fervent kiss in her hand—silently praising heaven she hadn’t broken the wrist, for all that she was still crying like a banshee—and then could contain himself no longer. 

“What did I say about climbing?” His teeth were gritted tight and his hands were shaking even as they strove to remain gentle. “AND about wandering off??”

“I din’knowww,” she wailed, hearing his tone and trying to hide her face in his chest. 

“Ye DO know.” He pulled her up and made her look at him. “Brianna Ellen, ye must listen to what I say! Don’t ye understand ye could have gotten very badly hurt? Lass, look at me.”

She was sobbing, now, working herself up into hysterics. “C—can—na—

“Why not?”

“Cause—mad—dit—m—meee—

He went completely still at that. Closing his eyes, he took a deep, deep breath. 

Help me, Da. 

With gestures and apologetic looks, he shooed the well-meaning onlookers back to their picnic and made for the big oak tree in the opposite corner of the yard. It was well-shaded, and he sat down against the trunk, holding his daughter to his chest as she sobbed against his shoulder. 

Thank God she wasn’t hurt. Thank GOD. 

“Bree, cub?” The walk had calmed him, and he was glad to hear his voice was gentle and soft. “Look at me, aye?” 

After a moment, she glanced timidly up (face red as an apple and covered in liquids of all description) and he smiled at her, stroking her cheek and her hair. “I’m here, a leannan. It’s just me…just Da… I love you.” 

“Love—” she hiccuped through her tears, “—too.” 

He kissed her and held her close for a minute before setting her on his legs facing him and saying gravely, “But ye made me verra afraid today, a chuisle. Ye disobeyed and could have hurt yourself.” 

“I did’nint mean to,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

“Aye, I ken ye didna mean to get hurt,” he said, gently pulling her fists away from her face, “but ye meant to be climbing the fence, even after I told ye not.” 

“…It was fun, though,” she offered with a shrug, voice tremulously defiant.

“Aye, well…” 

Come on, Da…. How would ye have explained this to me?  

A shrill whinny sounded in the distance, then another, and Jamie glanced around to see the two sorrel foals playing together in the south pasture, teasing and prancing about one another.  

He smiled and felt peace whispering through the grasses. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away. 

“Ye ken, when wee Ian is born, Bree, he’s going to grow up fast. Before long, he’ll be as big as you and running about on his own! And you’ll want your wee brother to be safe, aye?” 

She straightened at that, no longer crying. Bairn safety was no small matter, in her book. She nodded. 

“Say there were something like a great, nasty snake crawling about in the grass about to bite your brother on the foot…..Would ye just stand by and let him be hurt?”

Brianna looked up at him in absolute affront. “NO, I’d kill dat snake!”

He very nearly choked, but managed to keep a moderately straight face. Call upon a Fraser, and a Fraser ye shall get, he supposed;  but he cleared his throat and plunged on, determined to make his point. “But what if wee Ian didna understand the beast was dangerous? What if he went running to the snake because he thought it would be fun to play wi’ it?”

“Well…I jus’tell him not.”

“Aye, just so,” he said, “because we have to protect the people we love, d’ye see?” 

“Uh-huh.” She was staring up at him, rapt but not quite understanding. 

“So when I tell ye not to do things like climb the fence, mo chridhe, it’s only to keep ye safe, to keep ye getting hurt because I love you so. And when the bairn comes, it’ll be your job to keep him safe, too.”

She nodded emphatically. “I’ll do him safe, Da, promise.”

“But that means ye have to keep yourself safe, as well. Elder sisters have to be the best at obeying Mam and Da so the smaller bairns ken what’s the right way of things. Can ye do that?” 

“Aye,” she said at once. “I’ll ‘bey.” 

For precisely sixty seconds out of every hour, he predicted. 

“Hear me, though, Bree: the next time ye disobey like ye did today, I shall have to strap ye. I dinna want to do it, not one bit, but it’s how you’ll learn. Are we understood?

“….What’s s-tuh-rap?” 

“Getting smacked hard on the bottom wi’ a belt.” 

Hard?” she clarified, shocked. 

“Aye, hard enough that it hurts.” 

“But ye said—” She scrunched up her face and gestured with both hands. “NOT do things to KEEP me of getting hurted….”

A Dhia, Da, he laughed silently, how by all the saints did ye raise three—

“JAMIE!!”

His head snapped up and he saw Marian rushing down from the house, beckoning wildly, with a look of—

“Da—ddy—” Bree gasped out from where she bounced against his shoulder. “Why we runnin’?”

His heart was pounding.

“Because your brother has decided he’s going to arrive early.”  

Dean Ambrose - Happiest Man Alive.

Dean Ambrose - Prompts #20 “I’m pregnant” and #37 “You’re lying”

Request for - @ryleeroseb4

Warnings - Fluff, Pregnancy (is that warning idk)

Word Count - 2000 Words.

Originally posted by iamed04

Today was a big day, it was Smackdown live and your long term (3 years to be exact) boyfriend Dean Ambrose had a title shot to become the 2x Intercontinental champion. You so badly wanted him to win, it would be the perfect set up to tell him about your long awaited 3 month pregnancy that you had been waiting to surprise him with. You see, you and Dean had been actively trying for a baby over the past year. Although it was hard considering you were also on the road with him as one of Smackdown Live’s make up artists. It was safe to say it was pretty early to be trying for children but you both knew you had found ‘the one’ the moment you saw each other. When you two had first started trying you were both extremely naive thinking it was going to all happen quickly, but you were both very wrong. There had been a few complications along the way - some hard to swallow and others well, they just mean’t you got more time in bed with your man

But low and behold after many months and weeks of quite literally relentless (but incredibly fun) trying; you were finally pregnant. You had been bursting to tell him since you found out when you were just 2 weeks. But you had contained yourself and waited for the 3 month ‘safe point’ now was just a waiting game of pin pointing the moment you were going to tell him. But tonight’s Smackdown match up provided that perfect opportunity - that if everything went to plan.

You were currently backstage with Dean’s best friend Roman and his daughter Jojo, you were both ‘hiding’ from Dean due to the fact Roman was still meant to be with Raw on tour but he opted to come see his brother after a long time apart and you were meant to be wrapped up in bed after a faux illness you had suddenly contracted; this morning you had told your boyfriend you that you felt deathly sick (which wasn’t a lie with morning sickness and all that) and you probably wouldn’t be able to make it to his match tonight. You must admit you felt overly guilty when you saw the dimples from his unusual morning smile disappear as you told him you couldn’t make it, but those feelings instantly went away as soon as you look at or even felt the 12 week scan in the back pocket of your jeans. Or remember that your elaborate surprise would fix a permanent grin to his features for a long long time. Roman was the only person who knew about your pregnancy and he only found out an hour or so prior to meeting him at Smackdown - but you had sworn him to secrecy, not even allowing him to text his wife or Seth, you didn’t want people knowing before the person that deserved to know the most.

~Match Time~

As soon has Maryse’s hand connected with Dean’s cheek your heart sunk - instantly recognising the imminent disqualification heading The Miz’s way obviously resulting in him retaining. You looked over to Roman who at first appeared pre-occupied with little Jojo, but you could see the same look on his features as the one you felt in your stomach. The nauseous feeling only became worse when you saw the ref raise his hand in the direction of the time keepers area, you placed your head in your hands bracing yourself for the sound of the bell - but slowly began to raise your head as the sound never came and Roman gave your shoulder a slight nudge along with a heartychuckle. Your eyes wearily glanced up to the screen to a smile formed on your face and giggle bubbled from your rouged lips as your saw Dean being as stubborn as ever arguing with ref, almost pleading the ref to not disqualify The Miz. You could see the sceptical look dousing the features of the official causing you to cross your fingers and bite the skin around your nails out of nervous habit - as soon as you saw the officials hand rest at his side signifying the continuation of the match you slowly let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding; hearing the Samoan beside you do the same.

The match dragged on and you could see fatigue setting with in both superstars, Jojo had long lost interest but you and Roman were still perched on the edges of you seats - it seemed Ro wanted your plan to work almost as much as you did. Your eyes drifted from the screen for a mere 5 seconds but were instantly diverted back as you heard a huge pop erupt from the crowd - one so deafening it even brought Jojo’s attention to the TV. You squealed in delight as you saw Dean hook Miz’s arms ready for ‘dirty deeds’, you excitement rocketed as he successfully hit the devastating DDT and the official began the three count. You rapidly slapped Romans arm as the referees hand touched the canvas finalising the three count, you hugged Roman, your heightened emotion caused makeup stained tears to fall onto his shirt.

“Y/N you have to go hide, you know he won’t be out there long” Roman’s deep voice announced pulling away from the celebratory hug. You quickly nodded in realisation and headed to the bathroom of the Dean’s dressing room, assuring you left the door open a fraction so you could see your boyfriend the moment he walked in. It was a short five minutes before you heard the two best friends. 

“Congratulations brother” Roman quite literally screamed at Dean, you boyfriend chuckled pulling Roman in for a ‘bro hug’

“Cheers man, means a lot - happy to be holdin’ the gold again” Dean mused gesturing to the title gleaming upon his shoulder. A look of fondness adorned your face admiring how happy he was - and how he was about to become a whole lot happier.

“Where’s Y/N man?” Roman questioned clearly trying to conceal the smirk creeping to his face, as Dean scooped up Jojo giving her a massive cuddle from her favourite uncle. You heart beat sped up and a feeling of warmth swarmed your body just seeing just how much of a perfect daddy Dean will be.

“She couldn’t make it, she was really sick this morning” he shrugged continuing to hold Jojo - the small girl amused by the championship upon Dean’s shoulder. “I’m waiting on the soppy congratulations text that she’s probably been typing for five minutes already” he rolled his eyes playfully - that sentence was the perfect opportunity to reveal your presence. You made one final check of you back pocket just to make sure the scan hadn’t fallen out - as soon as you felt it that beaming smile broke onto your face again.

“What sort of champs girlfriend isn’t there to greet the champ” you announced as you walked out of the bathroom door holding your arms out. Dean promptly placed Jojo down and bolted over to you; picking you up and swinging you round.

“I thought you were ill! You little bitch you lied” he scolded playfully his scruff tickling your face as he kissed your temple.

“I did not lie, i did feel sick - but i wouldn’t miss the love of my life getting what he wanted more than anything; his championship back!” you argued defensively with a giggle, pressing your soft lips to Dean’s as he continued holding you in a tight yet comforting embrace - that was until his arms loosened around you and his face become more serious.

“Babe, i promise i will give you what you want soon - i’ll make you happy, i already know you’ll be an amazing mother” he mumbled lowly his piercing cerulean staring directly into yours as he gently intertwined his still sweaty hands with your more delicate ones. You stared at him your features perplexed in bewilderment - before you finally understood what he meant; you had to try your hardest to conceal your smile before you spoke up.

“Maybe a lot sooner than we thought” you announced twirling a strand of your loosely curled hair between your painted nails. He gave you a puzzled look and placed his hand on your shoulder - daintily rubbing circles into it with his thumb; something he often did to comfort you. 

“Babe i can’t promise anything soon or tell you when it’s going to happen but -” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m pregnant” you spoke loudly over the rumble of his deep voice and the background noises of the arena that all faded to silence in that one moment - a grin spreading from ear to ear across your face as you saw, Dean’s eyes light up, something not even a title win could bring to him.

“You’re lying” his voice drawled out in disbelief as his muscled hands automatically left the go of his precious title and made their way to your only minutely, protruding belly. “I can’t - i can’t believe it” he blinked rapidly as his grin widened exposing his pearly whites. “I’m going to be a Daddy!” he shouted almost at the top of his lungs before encapsulating your small frame in his much larger, herculean like one. Your small arms tightened round his large frame as tears of pure joy spilled from your eyes and onto his vest clad chest. The romantic embrace was cut short as your remembered the scan in your pocket - he gave raised an eyebrow at you as you hastily tore yourself from his embrace and reached to your pocket.

“This is why i was ‘ill’ this morning” you said sheepishly handing him the tiny black and white scan. “Three months yesterday” you smiled as his brows furrowed to study the small-scaled image. 

“Babe… why has our child got like four arms?” you snorted knowing he was bound to ask something stupid like that.

“Dean - did it not cross your mind that, ya know - that could be two different babies…” your voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence as you saw realisation set in his features.

“Woah woah - twins? You’re telling me that you’re bring two mini Ambrose’s into the world at once? Jesus Christ someone send help” Roman spoke up from the back of the room causing you and Dean to burst out in a fit of giggles. You even heard Jojo laugh a little at her fathers comment. You quickly turned back to Dean only to be met with a wistful kiss slammed onto your plump lips.

“Twins eh? I can’t believe it. I am the happiest man alive right now - all thanks to you Y/N. I love you” he spoke solemnly after pulling away from the short but love filled kiss. 

“I love you too Handsome” you beamed up at him. “However as much as I’m enjoying this huge mushy love stuff - I’d much rather enjoy some fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Smirking as you saw the disgust on Dean and Roman’s faces you spoke up again. “C’mon the twins are hungry” you chuckled beginning to make your way out of the dressing room.

Roman and Dean shared a look before shrugging, starting to follow you and Jojo - who had already left her daddy to be with her favourite auntie.

“Hey, congrats man. This’ll be the most joyful, yet most stressful thing you’ll ever experience. But trust be it’s worth it” Roman mused as he stared at you and Jojo lightly skipping through the halls; the words left his mouth with wisdom and experience causing Dean to let out a hearty laugh. Before he spoke - almost out of earshot

“All I can say is - I truly am THE happiest man alive.”

A/N: This one was soo good to write! All the daddy dean feels!! I’m also very very sorry this one took so long to upload - i’ve been ill and it made me kinda unproductive - whoops :/ But anyways i hope you all enjoy - oh and if you enjoy this i could make it into a series? I’m not sure. But happy reading! ~ Moxxii :) x

Night Out | SEHUN

Pairing: Sehun (EXO) x Reader

Word Count: 3168

Summary: The second you see Sehun on a night out, you decide that you want him all to yourself. He doesn’t seem to mind either. 

** THIS IS A SERIES IN WHICH I WILL RANDOMLY PICK A SONG IN MY PLAYLIST AND WRITE WHATEVER IT INSPIRES ME TO WRITE **

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SENTENCE MEME

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE

change pronouns and such as needed ( tw death, tw suicide, tw gore)

HELENA
❝ We are so far from you. ❞
❝ So long and goodnight. ❞
❝ Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? ❞
❝ Well, I’ve been holding on tonight. ❞
❝ Can you hear me? Are you near me? ❞
❝ If you carry on this way things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again. ❞
❝ Burning on, just like the match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know. ❞

GIVE ‘EM HELL KID
❝ Do you care at all? ❞
❝ What’d you call me? ❞
❝ Can we settle up the score? ❞
❝ We are young and we don’t care. ❞
❝ Well, I’m a total wreck almost every day. ❞
❝ Well, there’s no way I’m kissing that guy! ❞
❝ This is how we like to do it in the murder scene. ❞
❝ We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives. ❞
❝ Go on live your life but I miss you more than I did yesterday. ❞
❝ Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. ❞
❝ So c'mon show me how ‘cause I mean this more than words can ever say. ❞
❝ Well, don’t I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own? ❞ 

TO THE END
❝ Let’s go down! ❞
❝ Increase the medication. ❞
❝ Share the vows at the wake. ❞
❝ He doesn’t have many friends. ❞
❝ Would you carry me to the end? ❞
❝ If you marry me would you bury me? ❞
❝ Walk away from the choice you made. ❞
❝ He calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb. ❞
❝ Send my resignation to the bride and the groom. ❞
❝ He’s always choking from the stench and the fumes. ❞
❝ She’s got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz. ❞
❝ Say goodbye to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank. ❞ 

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO GUYS LIKE US IN PRISON
❝ Well, I miss my mom. ❞
❝ I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Life is but a dream for the dead. ❞
❝ Your life will never be the same. ❞
❝ Come with your arms raised high! ❞
❝ Well, they’re never going to get me. ❞
❝ On your mother’s eyes, say a prayer. ❞
❝ We’re just two men as God had made us. ❞
❝ Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I’ve seen. ❞
❝ Too much, too late, or just not enough of this. ❞
❝ They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost. ❞
❝ I won’t go down by myself but I’ll go down with my friends. ❞
❝ Nobody cares if you’re losing yourself. Am I losing myself? ❞
❝ Pain in my heart for your dying wish, I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Will they give me the chair, or lethal injection, or swing from a rope? ❞ 

I’M NOT OKAY (I PROMISE)
❝ I’m okay. ❞
❝ I’m not okay. ❞
❝ I’m not o-fucking-kay. ❞
❝ I mean this, I’m okay! ❞
❝ I held you close as we both shook. ❞
❝ For the last time, take a good hard look. ❞
❝ Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say. ❞
❝ What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems? ❞
❝ You really need to listen to me because I’m telling you the truth. ❞
❝ You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed. ❞
❝ Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? ❞
❝ I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means. ❞

THE GHOST OF YOU
❝ I remember now. ❞
❝ If I died, we’d be together. ❞
❝ You are never coming home. ❞
❝ I never said I’d lie and wait forever. ❞
❝ At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. ❞
❝ I can’t always just forget her but she could try. ❞
❝ Ever get the feeling that you’re never all alone? ❞
❝ For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me. ❞
❝ All the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever… ❞

THE JETSET LIFE IS GONNA KILL YOU
❝ It gives the blind sight. ❞
❝ I’d like to learn your name. ❞
❝ Well, I hope you do the same. ❞
❝ It’s just the hardest part of living. ❞
❝ For the last night I lie could I lie with you? ❞
❝ I’m just the worst kind of guy to argue with. ❞
❝ Slip into the tragedy, you’ve spun this chamber dry. ❞

THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM
❝ You never had a chance. ❞
❝ Hallelujah, lock and load. ❞
❝ Just give me what I need. ❞
❝ You’ll never make me leave. ❞
❝ What’s life like, bleeding on the floor? ❞
❝ If this is what you want then fire at will. ❞
❝ Love is the red rose on your coffin door. ❞
❝ I’m just the way that the doctor made me. ❞
❝ Preach all you want but who’s going to save me. ❞
❝ Give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. ❞
❝ You’re running after something that you’ll never kill. ❞
❝ So give me all your poison and give me all your pills. ❞
❝ Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand a pretty face. ❞
❝ You want to follow something? Give me a better cause to lead. ❞

HANG ‘EM ON HIGH
❝ Would I lie to you? ❞
❝ Bury me and fade to black. ❞
❝ That girl’s not right in the brain. ❞
❝ Well, I’ve got something to say. ❞
❝ Don’t stop if I fall and don’t look back. ❞
❝ Get your gun and meet me by the door. ❞
❝ After all is said and done, climb out from the pine box. ❞
❝ Would I die for you? Well, here’s your answer in spades. ❞

IT’S NOT A FASHION STATEMENT, IT’S A FUCKING DEATHWISH
❝ I’ve lost my fear of falling. ❞
❝ Would you kill me in my sleep. ❞
❝ I’m taking back the life you stole. ❞
❝ You told me this gets harder. Well, it did. ❞
❝ Just you and I your starless eyes remain. ❞
❝ Do you remember that day when we met? ❞
❝ You’re running out of places to hide from me. ❞
❝ When you go just know that I will remember you. ❞
❝ You get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime. ❞
❝ Promise me that when I’m gone you’ll kill my enemies. ❞
❝ I’m coming back from the dead and I’ll take you home with me. ❞
❝ This hole you put me in wasn’t deep enough and I’m climbing out right now. ❞

CEMETERY DRIVE
❝ I won’t stop dying. ❞
❝ When will I miss you? ❞
❝ If you want, I’ll keep on crying. ❞
❝ Did you get what you deserve? ❞
❝ They found you on the bathroom floor. ❞
❝ It isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun. ❞
❝ Crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates. ❞

I NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT I DO FOR  A LIVING
❝ But I lied. ❞
❝ Well, I tried. ❞
❝ We’re all dead now. ❞
❝ Can I meet you alone? ❞
❝ Clean me off. I’m so dirty, babe. ❞
❝ Just get in line and I’ll grieve you. ❞
❝ You can say a prayer if you need to. ❞
❝ Touched by angels though I fall out of grace. ❞
❝ We’ll all dance along to the tune of your death. ❞
❝ I can’t clean the blood off the sheets in my bed. ❞
❝ They gave us two shots to the back of the head. ❞
❝ It ain’t the money and it sure as hell ain’t just for the fame. ❞
❝ Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets. ❞
❝ I’m so dirty, the kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes. ❞

Tide Pool

Merman!Jimin x Reader

15.6K of Fluff, Smut, and a teeny bit of angst if you tilt your head to the right.

Warnings: Fingers going places and Mentions of/ attempt of murder.

Thank you Darlings who helped me through this rough writing process! Enjoy!

Originally posted by daenso

Music floated throughout the air around the sand and water.  The wall of beautiful blue water barrels towards the shore, slowly collapsing into itself. The sun laid high in the sky, warming the skin of those it touched. “Surfers, please get ready for the next heat!” Resounded through the speakers.

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Summer Secrets (Part 3)

I’m so sorry this is so late! Hope you all enjoy it!

Part 1: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157114871223/summer-secrets

Part 2: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157174526553/summer-secrets-part-2

Part 4: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158317245213/summer-secrets-part-4

Part 5: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158334216753/summer-secrets-part-5

Masterlist: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157919516668/masterlist

Summary: Archie confronts Jughead about what happened between you two. Jughead initially denies anything happening, before finally telling Archie why you two broke up.

After Jughead had walked out of the dance, you couldn’t help but lose it. Tears streamed down your face as Archie pulled you closer to him. “It’s okay, [Y/N].” He said, but he couldn’t help but wonder what you and Jughead were arguing about. He’d never seen you two talk to each other. He decided that he was going to find out.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked after a few minutes. You nodded slowly, pulling away and wiping the tears off your face. You couldn’t let Jughead get to you like that. This year was about being a better you and no boy was going to ruin that for you.

“I don’t want to go back in there looking like this.” You joked quietly, hoping to lighten the mood.

“You still look beautiful.” Archie smiled down at you. You laughed, then stopped, remembering what Jughead had said. Archie was a good guy, which made Jughead’s words cut that much deeper.

Archie walked you home in a content silence and you thanked him when he dropped you off at your house. “Goodnight, [Y/N].”

“Goodnight, Archie.” You made your way inside and to your room to change into your pajamas and go to bed.

As soon as you were inside, Archie turned and made his way to the place he knew Jughead would be. Pop’s.

As soon as Archie entered the old diner, his eyes fell on Jughead. He was the only person in the building besides Pop himself. Jughead was facing the opposite direction, typing away on his laptop. As Archie approached him, he could see Jughead closing a document with your name on it.

FLASHBACK

It was a few days after you had met Jughead. The two of you had decided to hang out by the lake for a picnic. Of course, Jughead had brought his laptop to work on his writing. After you finished your sandwich, you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was writing.

“What are you writing, JJ?” you ask.

“Just working on a story…” he readjusts so his laptop faces away from you.

“Why are you moving it away from me?” you teased, scooting closer to him to try to see his screen.

“Because it’s not done yet.” He laughed, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“At least tell me if it’s fiction or nonfiction.”

He glanced at you then back at the screen, before stating flatly, “Nonfiction.”

“Is it about me? Is that why you won’t show it to me?” You hit him playfully. He glances down at you again, with a slight smirk on his face. “Oh my god, it is! Jughead, you have to let me read it if it’s about me!” You lunge at him, trying to grab his laptop so you can read what he said about you. He turns away from you, laughing.

"No, you can’t read it until it’s done.”

"Whatever Jughead, you suck. Why can’t I ever read anything you’ve written?” You asked half teasing half serious.

"When it’s done.” He promised.

The rest of the afternoon went by peacefully, with you staring at the water and enjoying his presence while Jughead tapped away on his laptop. You saw him glance at you every once in a while and you knew he was writing about you. But what was he saying about you?

PRESENT DAY

"What are you working on?” Archie asked as he slid into the opposite side of the booth.

Jughead jumped slightly. “God, Archie. You scared the hell out of me.” He quickly returned to his typing, without even looking up at Archie.

A few moments went by before Archie spoke up again. “Are you gonna tell me what you were writing about [Y/N]?” Archie asked, his tone rigid. He knew that Jughead had avoided the question.

Jughead’s eyes snapped up from his laptop to meet Archie’s. “What are you talking about?” He asked flatly, before returning his gaze to the computer.

“Jughead.” Archie was growing impatient.

“Archie.” Jughead said apathetically, still tapping away on his keyboard.

Archie reached across the table and slammed the top of Jughead’s laptop down. Jughead had to move his fingers away quickly so they weren’t crushed.

“What do you want Archie?” Jughead was angry.

“I want to know what happened between you and [Y/N].”

“Nothing happened between us.” Jughead sighed. “Just let it go, Archie.” He opened his laptop.

“You know you made her cry at the dance?”
Jughead’s face softened, and he looked back at Archie. He never meant to make you cry. Archie continued, “I had to take her home early. She missed half of the dance because of you.”

“Because of me?” He laughed bitterly. “It was because of herself.”

Archie gave him a puzzled look.

Jughead sighed. He might as well come clean.

“She agreed to go to the dance with you to make me jealous.” Archie opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it when he saw Jughead was continuing. He wasn’t super into you, but hearing you’ve been used is never pleasant.

“We started hanging out this summer when she moved back to town. She told me the reason she followed us around when we were younger was because she had a crush on me.” Archie raised his eyebrows. Everyone had thought you liked Archie. “One thing led to another and… we were kinda together.” Jughead stared out the window. He was starting to get lost in his own story.

“She didn’t want anyone else to know she was back in town because she wanted to revamp herself and make a grand entrance on the first day of school.” Jughead smiled. “She sure does like to be dramatic.” His gaze turned back to Archie and the smile fell from his lips.

“Anyways, we hung out together most of the summer, then a week before school started…”

FLASHBACK

You and Jughead were hanging out at your spot. It was a secluded area on the lake’s shore. The two of you would come out here pretty often at all times of the day to talk, relax, and just enjoy each other’s company. And, honestly, there were a few make out sessions.

But today you were talking about the upcoming year at school. “I think I’m going to take art for my last elective.” You said thoughtlessly as you stared out at the water. You would miss spending almost every day with Jughead. Of course you’d still see him, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Why don’t you take creative writing with me?” He asked, moving closer to you, so his right leg was touching your left leg.

You turned to him and smiled, placing your arm on his shoulder. “I’m a terrible writer, JJ. That would be bad for everyone involved.” He chuckled.

After a few minutes of thought, you spoke up, “I think I’m going to try out for the cheer squad.”

Jughead pushed himself away from you, so he could look you fully in the face. He had a worried look on his face. “Why?”

“I need to make friends here. What better way to meet other girls than to be part of a team?”

“Then try out for a sport.” His voice sounded stern and unamused. “Don’t join that squad of bitches.”

You frowned at him. “You can’t assume that they’re all bitches just because they’re cheerleaders.”

“Trust me, [Y/N], I can. All of the River Vixens are awful.” He didn’t want you to join that squad. All of those girls hated him, especially Cheryl. They thought he was weird and creepy, and he couldn’t risk them turning you against him.

“Why are you making such a big deal about this? I just want to make friends.” Why was Jughead being so protective of you? You couldn’t remain friendless forever and although he was important to you, Jughead couldn’t be the only person in your life.

“Because those aren’t the type of people you want to be friends with.” He said flatly, turning away from you, as if he wanted the conversation to be done.

“And who are you to decide who I want to be friends with?” You were getting angry. You stood up, not wanting to sit so close to him anymore.

He stood up and began packing up the towel you had been sitting on. “Fine, [Y/N], do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when those girls eat you alive.”

“So you don’t think I can handle making my own friends?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“That’s not what I said-”

“That’s what you implied. You should support me no matter what choices I make.” You said, turning away.

“If you want your boyfriend to sit back and let you make bad decisions, then maybe I shouldn’t be your boyfriend.” You could feel your heart breaking in half at what he was saying. The first time he had ever referred to himself as your boyfriend and he was saying you should break up.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” You said harshly, without turning to look at him. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your face.

He didn’t mean what he said, but your response hurt him. He walked towards you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “[Y/N]…” You yanked your shoulder away from his reach.

It was too late, he had hurt you too badly. You turned towards him and saw the pain in his eyes. “Goodbye, Jughead.” You said before turning around and leaving.