Prompt request: “You don’t understand, you never do!”
Summary: Yoongi is still close with his most recent ex. He doesn’t think much of it, and he’s told you many times that he doesn’t have any feelings for her. But when they dated for years, and you’ve only been in the picture for a few weeks, you can’t help but feel a little insecure.
Word count: 1.7k words
You yawned quietly, snuggling into Yoongi’s lap. The movie playing in front of you was boring, and it already hours past midnight. As you fought the urge to fall asleep, you turned your head to see how your boyfriend was faring.
Above you, Yoongi’s face was illuminated by the bright screen of his phone. He was typing away, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Every now and then, his lips would quirk into a smile or he would laugh breathily.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly due to your exhaustion. Yoongi glanced down at you, his eyes wide with surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. “I’m getting sleepy.
“Oh, I’m just texting Eunha,” Yoongi replied, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above his television. You couldn’t help but frown at the mention of Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, and the fact he was talking to her while you were supposed to be spending time together. “Yeah, it’s getting late. I didn’t even notice. You gonna head to your dorm?”
You sat up quickly and grabbed the remote that was beside you. You turned off the TV and stood up. “Yeah,” you answered curtly. “I’ll see you later.”
“Y/N, don’t be like that,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face tired. He stood up, too, and tucked his phone into his back pocket. “You know that we’re just friends. There aren’t any feelings between us. Besides, we were friends before we dated, I’m not just gonna cut her out of my life.”
“Yeah, I know,” you said resignedly, looking at your feet instead of Yoongi. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just me.”
“Hey, don’t be like that,” Yoongi said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m dating you because I like you, not anyone else. Don’t worry about stuff like that, okay?”
“Okay,” you replied, returning your boyfriend’s smile with a small one of your own. Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.
“Come on, it’s already late,” Yoongi said, grabbing your head and threading his fingers through yours. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”
“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you laughed, trying to disentangle your hand from his. He wouldn’t let go. “Really, it’s fine. My residence is like, a five minute walk away.”
“So?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrow raised challenging. “It’s dark. Something might happen. And besides, I want to.”
“If you insist,” you conceded teasingly. The two of you slipped into your shoes and exited Yoongi’s small dorm, hand in hand and smiling the entire way back to your place.
A few days later, you and Yoongi were supposed to meet up at a quaint coffeeshop for brunch. You had planned the date a few weeks ago. Yoongi was fairly late, so you wondered if he had forgotten. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. Sighing, you started to text Yoongi.
SENT 10:27 AM
Hey r u coming?
RECEIVED 10:32 AM
Yeah I’m OMW. Sorry about that.
SENT 10:33 AM
It’s cool. I’m gonna order so I don’t get kicked out tho
RECEIVED 10:36 AM
I just bumped into Eunha. She just got in from Daegu today. Do you mind if she comes along?
SENT 10:37 AM
RECEIVED 10:40 AM
I know, I know. But she’s not gonna have any time to see me otherwise. I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N.
SENT 10:42 AM
Fine. Do what you want.
And when Yoongi and Eunha waltzed into the coffeeshop, eyes bright with laughter and huge smiles, you regretted texting that.
Yoongi spotted you quickly, and shot you an apologetic smile before leading Eunha to where you were sitting. You hated to admit it, but she was really pretty. Her and Yoongi probably made a great couple.
“Y/N, this is Eunha,” Yoongi introduced as they sat down in front of you. “Eunha, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”
“Oh!” Eunha exclaimed, looking a little flustered once she realized she was interrupting a date. Still, she smiled dazzlingly at you. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Yoongi are old friends, and we haven’t seen each other in a long time. I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a date, though.”
“Nice to meet you, too!” you replied cheerfully, although your smile was not as genuine as you tried to make it. “And it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“Damn, Yoongi,” Eunha laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. “You’re such a shitty boyfriend. I’m so glad I broke up with you.”
“Hey, she said it was fine!” Yoongi said defensively, though he was laughing. “And I broke up with you, for the record.”
“Whatever,” Eunha snorted, picking up the menu from the table. “We should order. This place looks really good. Oh! Yoongi, they have crêpes. Your favourite!”
“Oh, really? Awesome,” Yoongi smiled. You bit your bottom lip, frustrated that you didn’t know that, and even more frustrated that Eunha did. “I’ll have that then, I guess.”
The two friends conversed easily, catching up for lost time. Soon, they began talking about old friends–ones still living in Daegu that you hadn’t even heard of–and you stopped listening. The food arrived shortly after, and you slowly ate your Belgian waffles as Yoongi chatted away.
You watched him devour his chocolate crêpes, and then yell when Eunha snatched a piece with her fork. They looked like the couple, not you and Yoongi, But you bit your lip and said nothing, not wanting to make a scene.
In what felt like hours later, everyone had finally finished their food. Still, neither Yoongi nor Eunha looked like they had intentions of leaving anytime soon. The two of them hadn’t addressed you in the last few minutes, so you played idly on your phone.
“I’m gonna go to the washroom real quick,” Eunha announced, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. You winced at the sound. “Be right back!”
Eunha bounced away in search of the restroom. Once she was out of sight, Yoongi turned to you excitedly.
“So what do you think?” he asked. “She’s really fun, right? You should talk more, I think you two would make great friends.”
“Are you being serious, Yoongi?” you hissed, incredulous. “I’m sure she’s a great person, but really? We’re on a fucking date right now.”
“You said it was fine!” Yoongi exclaimed, his smile slipping away. “And I rarely get to see her. Forget that we dated–she’s one of my best friends. You know, it’s hard leaving half my life behind in Daegu. I’m sorry for wanting to see my friends and introduce them to you.”
“It’s not about that, you asshole,” you snapped, standing up. “You can be friends with whoever you want Yoongi. But think about this in my perspective, okay?”
You grabbed your thin jacket from behind your chair. Pulling a bill from your pocket, you threw it onto the table. “That should cover my food,” you said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. There’s no point in me staying.”
“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Yoongi growled, his voice deepening angrily. “I don’t understand why you’re–”
“You don’t understand, you never do!” you interrupted. “We’ll talk about this later. Tell Eunha I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say bye.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the store.
Secretly, you were hoping Yoongi would come after you, but he didn’t.
With nothing to do, you wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, you came across a familiar landmark. There was a small park in the middle of the downtown area. You and Yoongi had been there several times together.
You walked slowly through the familiar setting, coming across a small pond. It was cool outside, so there weren’t as many animals as there were the last time you had came with Yoongi. There was a bench nearby, so you flopped onto it and stared at the blue sky above you, letting your mind wander to anywhere but Yoongi.
Still, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. You were angry with Yoongi, but you were even angrier at yourself for being so insecure. Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around you and stood up, ready to leave.
“Y/N,” Yoongi panted from behind you, his voice too familiar to miss. You spun around, mouth agape in surprise. “I had no idea where you went. Took me so long to find you.”
“I didn’t think you were going to follow me,” you replied, crossing your arms. Still, seeing Yoongi before you, breathless and sweating in his desperation to find you, dissipated your anger. Sighing, you spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You were wrong to do what you did, but I overreacted and I apologize for that.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Yoongi said with a small smile, moving closer to you. “I realize now that I’ve been pretty shitty. Not just for bringing Eunha on our date, but because I even let you feel any type of jealousy over Eunha.”
“My feelings are my own,” you snorted, uncrossing your arms as Yoongi had a move to hold your hands. You let him, his warm hands completely engulfing your frigid ones. “They’re mine to deal with.”
“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I’m not good at talking about things like this. But it’s my fault for not telling you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. If I did, you would know that what I feel to you is incomparable to what I feel–or felt–for Eunha.”
“How much you love me?” you teased, although your heart was hammering in your chest. Yoongi had never said that before, and you didn’t either because you didn’t want to pressure him.
“Yes, how much I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his cheeks turning bright red. “I’m sorry I never told you before. But it’s true. I’m sorry I made you think that my feelings for you were anything less than that.”
“Well, you’re forgiven,” you laughed, pressing a quick peck against Yoongi’s lips. “And, for the record, I love you too.”
And, much later, you realized Yoongi had been right. You and Eunha made great friends, and Yoongi was beginning to regret ever introducing the two of you.
- Girl in Luv
Ok…so I was going to make this a Tutor!Yoongi thing, but I’m like 99% sure that’s not what any of the anons were requesting. But if you want a tutoring AU…like let me know. Thanks for requesting to all the people who did! I hope you enjoyed. As always, thanks for reading 💛
Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you.
Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.
Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~
You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.
It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath.
He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion.
Not gonna lie, I’m incredibly ashamed of this. I gave up at the end, so that’s why it sucks. But hey, if you’re this desperate for some disgusting, un-proofread fluff, then be my guest. Also, this is my first fic in years. Forgive me.
Warnings: None really. No idea how plays work? Terrible writing? I think it’s pretty safe.
Pairings: Lin x Reader
Word count: 1,596
At first it was nothing more than stolen glances.
Eye contact from across the stage, quickly forgotten in the rush of the music. A shared look as the cast took their bows and walked off stage, as you maneuvered your way through your coworkers and recently-made friends to leave the theater at the end of the night. You never stayed to talk much–you were new and inexperienced and really just wanted to go to bed. You never felt his eyes on you as you walked out door, your coat pulled tightly around you.
It was just glances.
It was nothing more than quick smiles and rushed words.
A simple greeting in the hallways of the theater as you brushed passed each other, both on your way to your dressing rooms, usually something along the lines of “Good luck!” or “You did great!” You weren’t even sure if he knew your name, to be honest. He occasionally smiled at you during rehearsals from across the room. He’d call out good-byes when you exhaustedly slumped through the door to go home, and surprised you one day by high-fiving you as you exited.
“See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!”
An uninvited smile stole onto your face. “See you tomorrow, Lin.”
It was just words and smiles. Smiles that stayed plastered to your face all the way home.
It was nothing more than simple conversations.
Your dressing room door opened, and Lin poked his head in. “Just us?” he asked.
You looked up from your phone, having chosen to relax for a bit and eat a granola bar instead of going to lunch. “Yeah. Everyone else is at lunch. What do you need?”
He sat down on a chair facing the couch, and propped his feet up on the cushions. “I just want to talk.”
Instantly, every stupid thing you’d ever done since working at the theater came flooding back to your mind. What had you done so wrong that would make Lin himself come to your dressing room and make sure you were alone to talk to you? Had your singing been getting worse? You knew you hadn’t tried as hard as you could have at last night’s show since you’d detected the telltale signs of catching a cold. Had it really been that noticeable? They were going to ask you to stop performing with them. That had to be it. You’d just gotten this job and they were firing you, how–
“So, tell me about yourself.”
Your eyes snapped up to meet his. “What?”
He laughed, and it had to be the most relaxing sound you’d ever heard. “I mean, what do you like to do? What’s your life like outside of this theater? Why aren’t you at lunch with your friends? I just want to get to know you a little better.” A hint of a smirk was playing on his mouth, but there was no malice behind it.
You leaned back into the couch, ignoring the flicker of butterflies in your stomach, and began to talk with a laugh. “I was scared you were firing me for a second. Well, theater is my entire life, and this has to be the best job I’ve ever had.” The conversation took off, and it was easy to talk to him. Lin was kind and genuinely interested in what you had to say. You weren’t any less of a person to him because you only had a small role in the play. When your castmates returned from lunch, you both left that conversation with a new friend and a new phone number. You know, in case you ever needed anything.
It was just a conversation.
It was nothing more than thoughtless banter..
“Are you naked?” You pushed open the door to Lin’s dressing room, not waiting for a response. He wouldn’t start getting in costume for another half hour or so. Not that you kept track.
Lin was lying on the couch, phone in hand, most likely on twitter. He looked at the half-empty pizza box you set on the table next to him. “What’s this?”
“The pizza you insisted on having.”
He sat up to make room for you. “But… Where’s the rest of it?”
You rolled you eyes and picked a piece up. “Don’t tell me you expect me to walk through a theater full of hungry men and not share with them.”
Lin’s voice dropped. “That’s exactly what I want,” he whispered in your ear, and you could feel your face go red.
“Lin!” You hit his arm and stood up, taking the remaining pizza with you.
“I’m only joking! Wait!” He followed you out into the hall, where you were met by Anthony, who gasped dramatically when he saw the food.
“Thank you,” he said, taking a slice and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before continuing down the hall to Jasmine’s dressing room.
“She’s not sharing!” Lin called pointlessly after him. “The pizza or herself,” he added cheekily, taking the box from your hands and shutting the door to his room before you could swat him again.
It was just mindless teasing.
It was nothing more than careless touches.
High-fives were commonplace between you two. There was nothing weird about it–just two friends congratulating each other on a good performance. Lin would hug you when you arrived at the theater in the mornings, and place a hand on your back when he guided you through crowded places. You would turn and put your legs over his while relaxing on his dressing room couch, and sometimes he’d lay his head in your lap while obsessively checking twitter. You both pretended not to give it a second thought when your head was resting on his shoulder after a long rehearsal. The cast and crew turned away and smiled to themselves when Lin picked you up and spun you around after your first performance filling in for Angelica. A few weeks later, you both acted as if you weren’t incredibly shaken when you had to play Maria Reynolds for a night.
It was just touches. Empty, meaningless touches. Right?
It was nothing more than a date as a friend.
From: Lin-Manuel:Will you do me a favor?
You squinted your eyes in the darkness as you read the message.
To: Lin-Manuel: Lin, it’s three in the morning, this better be important.
A few moments passed with your face buried in your pillow, but your stomach and heart were refusing to sit still.
From: Lin-Manuel:I totally forgot about a dinner party I was invited to after the show tonight. I need a date, and I’d be eternally grateful if you went with me.
Despite the hour, you were smiling, and despite the short warning, you agreed, and the next day found you frantically searching through Jasmine’s closet for a dress. “Calm down!” she laughed. “It’s just a dinner!” But the glint in her eyes reaffirmed your suspicions of just how transparent you were.
It was just a dinner. Just a favor.
It was nothing more than kissing.
“What took you so long?” Your roommate asked as you shut the door to your apartment late one night.
“Oh, I just…” You’d forgotten to prepare a lie. “I don’t know… It just took us a bit longer to get out of costume tonight, I guess.” Cringing at how see-through you were, you hung your coat up by the door and avoided eye contact.
“It was that boy, wasn’t it?” she taunted, gasping dramatically when your face turned red. “Oh, what was his name? Lin, I believe?”
“Shut up,” you managed half-heartedly, your face darkening another shade.
Your roommate laughed and gestured to the couch next to her. “Tell me about it.”
“Well…” You had no idea how to go about this in any dignifying manner, so you just told it like it was. “Lin’s usually the last one at the theater, but I, uh, stayed with him tonight.”
“Staaaaaayyy,” your roommate sang loudly, throwing herself onto your lap, making you blush again.
You pushed her off and continued. “We were rearranging costumes in the dressing rooms, and as we were leaving, he turned the light off, and I tripped.” Another dramatic gasp. “Did he catch you! Oh, I’m swooning!”
“He didn’t, actually. I fell on my face. He helped me up, and then somehow we were kissing. It was weird. But I don’t think it means anything,” you added stupidly as you stood up and walked to your bedroom, anxious to get out of the situation. “Don’t make a big deal out of it!” You shut the door and fell onto your bed with a ridiculous smile on your face, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest.
You had failed to mention that the kiss had ended with you being pressed against the wall, hands tangled in his hair.
“Helpless…” Your roommate teased as she made her way to her own room.
It was just a kiss, you told yourself. Don’t get your hopes up.
But a text from Lin told you otherwise.
From: Lin:Maybe let me buy you dinner next time ;)
Forever the flirt.
To: Lin: Are you asking me on an actual date?
From: Lin:I suppose I am.
You gave up pretending like you had any chill and screamed for your roommate to come see the messages.
You couldn’t wipe the stupid smile from your face as you replied.
inspired because I shoved an entire bite of cake into my mouth (lol, what diet?) when you sent this so it got a bit longer than I thought.
For all his love of food, there’s one particular kind that he doesn’t love. Cake. Someone could argue that it stems from Erza’s fanatic love for strawberry cake and the constant near death experiences when someone has the audacity to mess with her cake, but, really, truly, he doesn’t like cake much. He’ll eat it, but it’ll never his first choice.
Thus, when his birthday came around the corner, he wasn’t quite sure what he expected Lucy to do. He would eat anything she made – even if his stomach rebelled at an experimental type of cooking she tried some weeks back – but he also knew that his Lucy had eyes like a hawk. She would know if he didn’t love the cake with the same gusto that he loved everything else.
Solution? Hide in a pantry. The idea lasted all of five seconds before he realized her pantry had a glass door in which his bright hair stubbornly stood out and he yanked that as an answer. From across the room, Happy watched him with interest, his tiny claws tearing up a blanket Lucy had given him specifically to avoid ruining the wood furnishings of her room. “What are you doing, Natsu?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he mumbled, pulling a hand through his hair. He could just… leave, but then his traitorous thoughts reminded him of the look on her face when they talked about the year he left and he couldn’t subject either of them to the separation again. Especially not now and especially not over something as ridiculous as not liking cake.
Thankfully, before an absurd form of logic convinced him of doing something ridiculous, the door to Lucy’s apartment swung open. Her blonde pony-tail swished as she used her hip to close it behind her, not at all surprised to see Happy and Natsu inside when she turned to face them. A bright smile crossed her face, causing her eyes to scrunch a little in the corners in a way that had him smiling back.
“Hi Natsu, hi Happy.” They waved and Happy let go of his blanket, floating up in the air. “I made sure he didn’t break anything while you were gone, Lucy,” Happy told her solemnly. “It was a close thing though. I think I should get paid double.”
Natsu squawked in protest, but Lucy set her burdens on the table and handed over a bag with two fish over to the cat. “Very well, a deal’s a deal. Thanks, Happy.”
“Bye Natsu,” the cat said, his wings sprouting on his back as he fled out the window. Lucy waved at his retreating form before closing the window after him.
“He insisted,” she explained.
“I know.” And he did. Happy liked being useful and if babysitting Natsu was one way to do it then Natsu wouldn’t complain about it. “So… what’s the plan?” He asked, trying to think of something to say; his tongue felt like lead and stuck to the roof his mouth, like he was working up the courage to kiss her for the first time again. Which was ridiculous because they had been together for months now and this wasn’t anything unusual – it was just their first birthday together. It deserved its own note on his timeline, but Natsu wasn’t sure how to do that, really.
“Dance with me?” Lucy asked, arching a brow.
“There’s no music.”
“That’s okay, c’mon, use your imagination,” she said, wiggling her fingers. Natsu relented, curling his hand around hers and drawing her to his chest, giving her a playful kiss that made her laugh.
His hands dropped to her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck, swaying gently to music that neither could hear. Natsu relaxed into her arms after a moment, tension fading away with each little rock, the warm breath against his neck as she rested her head against his shoulder settling him. His worries over cake, over milestones, faded away. She hummed under her breath, a little melody that had no rhythm or reason that he could tell, and he grinned a little, knowing she wasn’t aware of doing it. She only ever did when she was content like this and happiness welled in his chest knowing that just a simple music less dance could inspire that in her.
Her humming stopped and he found himself oddly disappointed when she pulled away. “Better?” Lucy asked, fingers playing with his hair absently.
“Loads,” he admitted.
“Good.” She rose up on her toes, kissing him in that gentle way of hers, flooding him with warmth and sensation and words that he wouldn’t ever be able to say aloud with any sort of eloquence. Her lips quirked against his when he deepened the kiss, a pleasant warmth shooting through him as his hands traced their way up her body till he held her cheeks in warm, calloused hands. He nipped her lip gently, laughing with her as he pulled away to rest his forehead against hers.
“So, do you want to have pie now?”
“Pie?” He asked, confused.
“Well, obviously we have to fix your dislike of cake, but I figure you can get away with it this time,” she replied with a smirk that he kissed right off her lips. A breathy sort of sigh escaped her and this time, he was the one who grinned.
“Hyung?” Jimin whispered as he peeped his head from behind the bedroom door. It wasn’t surprising to see a blanket burrito stuffed with only the most premium of geniuses: Min Yoongi. All that was needed was a side of guac.
“Hyung, are you awake?” With every step Jimin took, the ground beneath him creaked just slightly. From within the encased ball of cloth annoyed groans could be heard,
“Does it look like I’m awake?” A small tuft of black fluffy hair and the tired, irritated face of its owner could be seen from a teensiest of holes that breached his fortress.
A long yawn escaped your lips in the middle of your explanation of a math problem. You covered your mouth as it gasped with the yawn and leaned back in the hard, wooden chair, desperately wishing it would somehow turn into your bed.
“Tired?” Jungkook asked, looking down at a piece of paper as he hurriedly wrote down what you assumed to be a note.
“A little.” You admitted with a sleepy drawl, too tired to hide the fact that you were tired and your eyes scanned over the page in the book you had been reading from, trying to find where you stopped.
When he was finished writing down his note, he glanced up at you expectantly, but once he noticed the sheer exhaustion painted plain as day on your face and weighing down your body, he sat up straight himself and cleared his throat. “We can stop, you know. If you’re tired.” His voice was a bit rushed and he sounded kind of guilty. “I-I’m sorry.” He chuckled, but it sounded forced and nervous.
It was odd to see Jeon Jungkook act nervous, when you were so used to cocky smirks and his overly confident attitude. But if there was one thing you noticed while tutoring him for the past two weeks, it was that tutoring him was a lot different than you had initially expected.
You had figured he was secretly some math genius and had only asked for your help in order to get into your pants. After all, it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were a virgin. And guy’s like Jeon Jungkook, loved girl’s like you.
Based on the one word prompt “Party” sent in by @bailci (ty!!). Happy Valentine’s Day (especially to my fellow single people spending today with fictional people instead of real ones. you rock). You’re all wonderful and I love you all so much <3
Summary: When Nico reluctantly goes to a Valentine’s Day party with Hazel, she sets three rules for him to follow if he wants for her to agree to take him home after an hour. The first two are easy enough, but the third one poses a bit more of a problem, due to the fact that Nico really isn’t sure how the whole flirting thing is done.
“Alright, I have three rules,” Hazel announced as she parked the car.
Nico rolled his eyes. “I thought you promised tonight would be fun.”
“These are fun rules.”
“There’s no such thing.”
She leaned over to punch his shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. “Hush. Now, rule number one is that you have to actually try to enjoy yourself, okay? You’re not allowed to give up before you’ve started. Again, we can leave after an hour if you really don’t want to be here anymore but you have to try. Got it?”
Nico nodded resignedly.
“Good. Rule number two: Limit the alcohol.”
Nico raised his eyebrows. “And by that you mean no alcohol?”
Hazel sighed, biting her lip. “No, and if this doesn’t show you how desperate I am for you to have fun then I don’t know what will. But yeah, someone’ll have brought a keg or something and I’ve made the questionable decision to let you have some.”
“You know, last time I checked, I was the older one.”
She punched him again. “Yeah, but I’m the wiser one.”
He scoffed but let her continue.
“Right, so you’re close enough to twenty-one that I’m willing to turn a blind eye to you having a little to drink, but there’s no way you’re getting anywhere past tipsy, understand?”
She smiled at that.
“Alright, then. Rule number three, and this is an important one, Nico: I swear to God, if a cute boy starts flirting with you, you are absolutely required to flirt back.”
Nico frowned, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.
“Oh, don’t give me that look, you’re lucky I’m going easy on you.”
“Easy?” Nico asked, incredulously.
“Yes, if I were a little bit meaner then I’d require that you be the one to initiate the flirting.”
Nico just shook his head. “Fine, whatever.”
Hazel grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Good! Let’s go!”
Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Alan Deaton, Derek Hale, Hayley, Reader.
You were dying. No one wanted to say it, it would become reality if it was said out loud, but you knew. Scott’s girlfriend, Hayley, was dying too. The pack did everything in their power to save you.
You were sat on Hayley’s couch, eating snacks. It was a regular Sunday night, the night you two tried to hang out by yourselves. You called it ‘Anti-Supernatural Sunday.’
“Popcorn or tortilla chips?” She yelled from the kitchen, adding to your heap of food on the couch.
“Ummm…both!” You replied, pulling up your favorite show on Netflix.
She laughed and the popcorn in the microwave. “Hey, I invited Scott. That’s fine right?” She looked at you for confirmation and you nodded.
“Of course its fine. Scott’s quiet, harmless.” You smiled at her as she returned with the popcorn.
She sat down and you both grabbed handfuls of popcorn, starting your show.
You were both werewolves, Hayley was turned when she was 13 on a camping trip. You were turned about a month ago, still trying to learn the ropes. You turned during a fight, you’d been hurt really badly and you were having a hard time breathing. Stiles begged Scott to turn you. He said he couldn’t lose anyway else. So, Scott turned you.
There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” You yelled and looked at the door behind you.
“Hey!” Scott entered, Stiles behind him.
“So much for Scott being quiet and harmless.” Hayley mutters to you and you laugh.
“We brought snacks?” Scott says after hearing Hayley.
Hayley laughs and waves them in. “You’re good men.”
They both sat down and the four of you had a good time.
The next day at school you’d had a terrible migraine. You walked around school with blurry vision and your entire head felt as if it would explode.
“Y/N, are you okay?” You heard Liam ask and you leaned against the locker beside his.
“No. I haven’t had a headache since before I turned.” You sighed and rubbed your head as he looked at you.
“Why don’t you get Scott to take some of the pain?” He asks and you shook your head.
“Hayley has a headache too, I want her to feel better first.”
A look of concern washed over his face. “Hayley has a headache too?” You nod and sigh. “What about Scott and Stiles?” He asks.
“No, we just figured we probably ate something earlier that made us sick.” You stand up straight and look at Liam as he nods. “I should go, I have to talk to Scott.”
“Bye, Y/N!” He shouts as you leave.
You approach Scott and he winces as you walk up. “You too?” He asks as you look up in confusion.
“How do you know?” You look at Hayley and Lydia and they shrug.
“I can sense it…” Scott grabs his phone from his back pocket. “I’m going to call Deaton. I have a bad feeling about this.” He walks away with his phone.
“It’s just a headache.” You say to Lydia and Hayley.
“I don’t know…” Lydia says. “I feel bad about it too.”
You throw your arms up in the air as Stiles approaches. “Great. The banshee senses it, that means I’m dying.” You sigh and throw your head back.
“Not necessarily.” Lydia says in defense as Scott comes up behind Stiles.
“We uh..we should go.” Scott says somewhat frantically.
“Why?” Hayley asks as she meets his gaze.
“Have either of you thrown up?” He questions and you both nod. “What color was it?”
“Jesus, Scott.” Stiles groans and looks at his best friend.
“What? It’s important.” Scott gives him a look.
“Black.” You say quietly and Hayley nods.
“Why does it matter?” You ask as Scott grabs your arm and Hayley’s hand.
“We just need to get to Deaton.” He pulls you outside, Lydia and Stiles jogging behind you.
“Can I ask what’s going on here?” Lydia mutters as you all pile into Stile’s Jeep. Scott explains the situation as you drive to the veterinarian.
You all walk inside, Deaton waiting for you at the door. “Y/N, Hayley. Nice to see you.” You smile slightly, the pain in your head getting worse. “Come on back.” He says and he leads the five of you to an exam room.
“Who’ve you had over to your house recently besides your friends?” He asks Hayley.
She shakes her head. “No one…just Y/N, Stiles, and Scott.” You all exchange glances.
“I think you’ve both ingested wolfsbane.” He says as he looks in a cabinet.
“Wolfsbane…” You say slowly. “How?”
Deaton stands up. “It’s fairly easy to hide. You can put it in someone’s water supply, slip it in food.”
“What does this mean?” Scott asks as he looks at us.
Deaton holds up a bottle before tossing it to Scott. “This will slow down the wolfsbane.”
Scott furrow his brow. “Stop it from what?”
Deaton crosses his arms. “Reaching the heart.”
The room falls quiet. No one know what to say. If the doesn’t find a cure you and Hayley will die.
“Can I ask the question no one’s asking?” Stiles holds a finger up and everyone looks at him. “Who the hell poisoned Y/N and Hayley?”
No one had wondered because no one thought this was as serious as Scott did.
“I know what to do.” Scott mutters. “I know what to do!” He says as he runs outside, dialing a number on his phone.
Stiles throws his hands up. “Anyone have an answer..? No? Okay.”
“Didn’t Scott get hit with a wolfsbane bullet last month?” You mention, everyone’s eyes on you.
“Yeah…no one knew where it came from.” Lydia adds.
Scott runs back inside. “Derek is on his way.” Scott pulls a leaf from inside the bottle Deaton gave him and hands it to Hayley, he does the same for you.
“Leave the whole thing on your tongue. It’ll dissolve.” Deaton says and Stiles looks at him, confused.
“You just gave them an oral solution to wolfsbane ingestion.” He rolls his eyes.
“Stiles, do you know what to do here?” Deaton asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I uh-…I mean…You could…What ab-…no. I don’t have a solution.” Stiles mutters and Deaton chuckles.
“What’s going on?” Derek asks as he walks in and Scott explains. Derek falls silent and worry washes over you. “I know where to go for help…but it’s a long ride.” You all look to him, waiting for an explanation. “New York.”
Stiles groans, “We have to go across the freakin’ country to get an answer?”
Derek shakes his head. “I do. You don’t.” Scott looks to him and Derek nods at him. “I’ll take care of this.”
Requested by @latteshawn PART 2 PART 2 and anonymous: part 2 to ruin?? it was amazing!! part 1
AN: Thank you both for requesting! It felt really good knowing at least two people enjoyed it enough for a second part. I’m going to put out there how hard I’ve tried today to do the Shawn Mendes Accent Challenge, but I’m so technologically challenged it wasn’t working. I’m still going to try and figure out how to post it though because it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you to @ihaveabadreputation for always being up for reading over my imagines. Allison is amazing !
Sunday had passed incredibly slowly. You kept to yourself the entire day, avoiding your family. Shawn hasn’t texted or called, which was understandable. You just weren’t sure if it was up to you to make the next move. Even if you did, you had no idea what it should entail. It had been less than twenty four hours and you were still very committed to your boyfriend. You hadn’t bothered telling anyone what happened, either.
Your finger hovers over Shawn’s name in your contacts then moves to your boyfriends. You came to the one conclusion that sounded fair. The only way you’d reach out to Shawn would be to end things with your boyfriend. You didn’t doubt that it was incredibly rushed, but Shawn made you feel things you only heard of in books, or movies.
The entire idea sounded insane in your head, but you needed to be honest with yourself. ‘Why were you dating your boyfriend?’ ‘How long would you keep loving him so wholeheartedly, waiting for him to open up with his feelings?’ 'Why were you lying to your friends, but more than that, to yourself?'
High school seemed to be built off drama between friends and relationships. Even though half the couples you came in contact with only talked through social media. Maybe you were waiting for someone to notice that you weren’t invested in your relationship the way you had once been. That didn’t mean you planned for the words to come from Shawn.
He was the last person you expected to make you think it was ok to end something that wasn’t going anywhere. You had been no better. Even though you never thought of yourself as being in one of those “cliche high school couples” that’s exactly what you were. Chasing someone’s love who didn’t want to give it to you. Why were you making it so hard on yourself when it could be so much easier?
A/N: So my muse for this chapter decided to make a reappearance! So here is the second part of episode 11. I really hope you guys like it. Next chapter will be Negan’s reaction to Katherine running off and he say’s something surprising for stay tuned for chapter 17 that hopefully will be out on Thursday!
Katherine twisted her hands together as she sat on the exam table in
Carson’s office. Negan was leaning against the wall across from her
as they waited for the doctor to come in. He noticed the way she was
twisting her hands as well as how her shoulder’s were a little tense.
“What the fuck are you nervous about, Doll?”
Katherine looked over at him and shook her head.
Negan rolled his eyes.
“Now that, is a fucking lie, and you of all fucking people know
I hate it when I’m fucking lied to. So tell me, what the fuck has my
Kitty Kat so tense?”
A/N: Okay but this was so much fun to write holy crap. Sorry for the Iong plot, but sometimes I enjoy plots instead of pointless fluff. Hope you like it! Des: You were just kidding around, honestly! But now that the cat’s out of the bag about Papyrus’ famous laugh being a genetic thing. Sans isn’t happy, but you sure as hell are. (Reader Insert) —————————————————————————————————-
You had noticed several times, but had never brought it up. The fact that Sans never full-on laughed, loudly or from his stomach never bothered you or gave you much concern. You figured that was just how Sans was.
It was hard to make him laugh, surprisingly. He enjoyed making other’s laugh, telling stupid jokes or casting out puns every chance he got. If you cracked a joke or one of your friends made a pun, he’d simply chuckle or grin in amusement.
Sure, a few times he’d strain from bursting out in boisterous laughter, you could tell by the way he bit his non-existent lip. Maybe he was just hard to break. You didn’t know and had never thought about it. You couldn’t deny that it would be great if you could break him, hear him laugh until he was in tears-but you didn’t push.
Joe was glad that Jack was driving them to Brighton today, because he had quickly realized just how distracted his mind was from almost the moment his boyfriend had picked him up that morning.
And really, it was all Jack’s fault.
The younger man had those black rimmed glasses that only dragged attention to his bright blue eyes, which sparkled in the sun shining that day. He had also decided to wear that maroon coloured t-shirt that stretched across the growing muscles of his chest, and if he took off that green jacket, Joe was sure the sleeves of the shirt would hug the bulging muscles of Jack’s arms, something that frequently distracted Joe on a normal day. And his hair was pushed up and off of his head, sticking up a little bit since Jack had run his fingers through it multiple times during the drive so far, a movement that was not lost on Joe.
The entire look Jack had going today was causing Joe’s blood to run warm through his body, especially when Jack kept sending him that signature smirk of his.
Everything was setting Joe off, and he was about two seconds away from jumping his boyfriend right then and there. But he couldn’t, because Jack was driving, and even that was incredibly attractive looking today.
“I’m just gonna pull in here, babe,” Jack told Joe as he signalled to exit.
The older man dragged his mind out of the haze it had been sitting in and blinked as he realized they were pulling into a petrol station.
“A little,” Jack nodded, “Forgot to fill up before we left. Won’t be long until we’re back on the road.” He grinned, turning the car off as he opened the door, “Want anything?”
You. Joe thought, but shook his head in response.
Through the side mirror, he watched Jack as he went about opening the gas tank and slotting the pump into it, meeting Joe’s gaze through the mirror, offering him another smirk as he filled the car with more petrol.
“See something you like?” Jack winked, and Joe couldn’t help the small blush that appeared on his cheeks at being caught staring over at the younger man.
“Shut up and fill the car,” Joe called back, shifting in his seat as his eyes roamed his boyfriends body. He couldn’t help it, not with Jack standing there so casually and able to be stared at easily.
“Come on, babe,” Joe’s eyes met Jack’s in the mirror again, “Don’t try and deny that you want me pumping something else.”
Joe swallowed as he felt his pants tighten further, the arousal he had been curbing suddenly spiking. He forced his eyes to look out the front window as Jack laughed, finishing up his small task before climbing back into the car.
He leaned over to brush his lips across the top of Joe’s jaw, his voice low in the older man’s ears, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring, Joe.”
A small shiver ran down Joe’s spine at Jack’s tone, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Jack settle back into his seat, starting the car back up so they could hit the road once more.
I tried my best to write it as it was suggested, so I hope you all enjoy it.
“So, Y/N, how are things with Jared?”, your BFF asked you hoping for some details about your and Jared’s relationship. You were not as open to share much information about the two of you, since Jared was so popular and it was best if everybody knew as little as possible.
“Great, we’re having the best time when we’re together. He’s so charming, funny, handsome and great to be around.I swear the last date flew by so fast I felt we were out for 15 minutes, when we spent almost 6 hours together.”
“Are you gonna see him today as well?”, your BFF was so curious.
“I think so. He said he’ll text me when he’s done with the recording for today. Which should probably be any minute. It’s really late. They’re wrapping up with the new album so he’s pretty busy these days.”
“Wow, speak of the Devil”, you said and smiled as you glanced at your phone.
“We have to talk. Can you come over to my place?”, it was Jared and you immediately felt a pit in your stomach.
Betty/Jughead long distance keeping in touch while Betty's gone over the summer? Maybe the summer before the show starts or some time in the future.
This became more one-shot than drabble than headcanon’s. And it became angsty. Oops. Enjoy :)
The week before she leaves for her internship, she’s bored. Archie is working everyday and certainly not with her when he’s not and Kevin is spending every chance he gets at the city’s gay bars, trying go get away from his overbearing father. Other than Archie and Kevin, she doesn’t really have friends – no one who would want to spend some quality time with her, at least. At one point, she even went Pop’s to see if Jughead wanted to do something but even he was nowhere to be found, then. So the week before her internship, to get away – so damn far away – from her mother, she went to Pop’s. She spent all day there, actually, feeling like a feminine version of Juggie, knowing her mother wouldn’t dare step foot in this place. Hell, she even sat in Jughead’s booth.
Of course, that ended a few days in, when the door opens with a jingle and Jughead rushes inside, stopping abruptly in front of her when he realizes she’s in the booth he calls his.
“What?” He sputters for a minute with wide eyes as she arches an eyebrow over her coffee and pushes her book’s spine down a bit to mark the page.
“What?” She mimics with a smile as Jughead sits across from her in apprehension.
“What are you doing here?” He eventually asks and she smiles softly, shrugging.
“Had nowhere to go, no one to see.”
“And you came here? To this booth?” She giggles at that, shaking her head.
“Originally, I thought I’d see you, Juggie. But you weren’t around either, so I just borrowed your booth,” she states while watching Jughead’s lips form a smirk. He’s about to respond when Pop himself comes ‘round to the booth and asks for their order – or, as Jughead realizes, more like confirms the order. When he’s gone, Jughead can’t stop himself from looking at Betty before taking his laptop out.
“How ‘bout we share the booth?” He asks, though he knows she wouldn’t have cared either way, especially since she wasn’t walking away. She looks at him in a way that says she knows he knows this, and he can’t help but smile softly. They remain quiet for a while, Jughead tapping on the keys of his laptop and Betty flipping through the pages of her book before eventually, the vibrating of Betty’s phone stirs them out of their stupor, both jumping in surprise. He watches as she looks at her phone before silencing it and he can’t help the arching of his eyebrows at that.
“My mom, trying to talk to me about my internship. Like I’m not already packed and stuff,” Betty scoffs and Jughead frowns.
“When do you leave?”
“The end of the week,” Betty answers, scowling when her phone lights up continuously for the next few minutes.
“And unfortunately, I think I should go so she stops,” Betty states with a small smile just as the food gets there. Her smile turns into a cringe.
“Pop, can I get a to-go bag?” She asks apologetically and Pop nods, disappearing quickly before arriving with said bag.
“I’ll see you later, Juggie,” Betty states and Jughead smiles, not believing for a minute that he will.
But he’s wrong. A day later, he’s back at Pop’s, and she’s back in his booth with a chocolate milkshake – since when did she drink chocolate milkshakes? – and when she notices him, she smiles and waves. He wants to scowl and he wants to ignore her but he know’s that’s rude and he knows she’ll be hurt, so he doesn’t. Instead he walks over and he opens his laptop, orders his food and stares. He doesn’t back down when Betty notices and stares back, not until his food arrives though, a good twenty minutes later.
“Your eyes will go all weird and you’ll be bugheaded’ if ya continue that,” Pops states and Jughead smirks before taking a bite of his food.
“Do you ever do anything throughout the day?” He ends up questioning after eating a good chunk of his burger.
“Do you?” Betty questions back and he tilts his head, saying touché without saying it at all.
“So you haven’t been able to get a hold of Archie, then?” He adds with a quirk of his eyebrow, noticing how pretty she looks when she flushes red and briefly wondering how far down her blush goes. He stops himself from continuing those thoughts though, knowing if he did, he’d only be in for heartache.
He doesn’t know what else he could say so instead, he continues to attempt to write something – preferably, something not about the female in front of him – as she continues to read. The day passes by slowly, and Jughead realizes he doesn’t mind, not when he’d been spending it with her. They talk a few times, for a little while, but it’s mostly silent, just like the day before.
“How about I walk you home?” He asks at the end of the night, and he can see her enough to know she’s pleasantly surprised. They take the long way back to her house and when they arrive, he waves goodbye slowly, the urge to kiss her overwhelming. Not once does he think about the fact that Archie is next door, and they need to plan their trip.
The next day is the day before she leaves and Jughead is surprised to find himself saddened by the thought of being alone. He’s at Pop’s pretty much the moment it opens and he’s surprised to see that she’s there too. He let’s out a grin, thankful when she sends one back before claiming their booth. Unlike the other two days, they begin talking immediately, and they talk the entire time they’re there. They order food throughout, and Pop’s always hand delivers it with a smile on his face, and Jughead wonders what the smile means before he’s back to focusing on Betty. The two continue to talk before the day is over and just like the previous day, Jughead walks her home. When they get there though–
“We should exchange numbers,” Betty states and Jughead looks at her in awe before nodding.
“Because, Juggie, I don’t want to go a long time without talking to you again,” she adds and Jughead nods, more sincere than previously before they exchange numbers.
“I’ll see you la– when school starts,” Jughead states, a frog in his throat as Betty nods and turns around to enter her home. Before she can enter her home completely though, her arms are around him and his arms are around her waist, and he doesn’t want to let her go.
“We’ll text. And call. You’ll hear from me,” he whispers and he hears her sniffle, and he pulls away.
Jughead; June 26th; 3:30P - Pop’s is really boring without you. How’s the internship?
Betty; June 26th; 3:34P - Busy! And there’s nothing remotely like a Pop’s here :(
Jughead; June 26th; 3:40P - Shame. How else are you going to possibly remember me?
Betty; June 26th; 3:45P - I s’pose my dreams will have to do
Jughead; June 26th; 4:05P - Sounds …. Fun.
Betty; June 26th; 4:15P - Definitely is.
Betty; June 26th; 4:18P - Crap, I gotta run. Bye, Juggie.
Betty; June 28th; 3:00P - My boss is a hard ass.
Jughead; June 28th; 3:15P - Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll be thankful after.
Betty; June 28th; 3:45P - Let’s not remind me of that. Jughead; June 28th; 4:15P - But it’s so fun.
Betty; June 28th; 5:00P - Finally, freedom! If you were me where would you go?
Jughead; June 28th; 5:03P - Home :)
Betty; June 28th; 5:06P - Anywhere else that’s not in Riverdale?
Jughead; June 28th; 5:11P - Nope.
Betty; June 28th; 5:15P - You’re no help.
Jughead; June 28th; 5:25P - Sorry? I really wanted to answer, ‘to me’ but I didn’t know if that would go over well.
Betty; June 28th; 5:45P - I wish I could go to you. I miss you.
Jughead; June 28th; 6:00P - Same.
Jughead; June 29th; 2:15A - I can’t sleep.
Betty; June 29th; 2:25A - so you wake me up?
Jughead; June 29th; 2:27A - yes.
Betty; June 29th; 2:30A - rude.
Jughead; June 29th; 2:33A - I try
Jughead; June 29th; 2:43A - you fell back to sleep didn’t you?
Jughead; June 29th; 2:53A - damn you, woman.
Betty; June 29th; 11:45P - hehe, sorry. Today was busy though.
Jughead; June 29th; 11:55P - same. Finally sorted plans with Archie about our roadtrip. But I’m exhausted.
Betty; June 29th; 11:59P - Night, Jug.
Jughead; July 3rd; 3:45P - asshole cancelled our road trip! Said something last minute came up!
Jughead; July 3rd; 4:23P - have you heard from him lately?
Betty; July 3rd; 5:12P - No. That is weird though.
Betty; July 3rd; 5:17P - Wanna talk about it?
Jughead; July 3rd; 5:31P - Nah. But thanks.
Jughead; July 4th; 8:30A - Jason Blossom is dead.
Jughead; July 4th; 8:33A - drowned in the lake.
Jughead; July 4th; 8:45A - something’s not right.
Betty; July 4th; 9:10A - oh no!
Betty; July 9th; I miss you.
Jughead; July 11th; I miss you too.
Betty; July 13th; I think I miss you more than I miss Archie.
Jughead - July 15th; I think I would like that.
Jughead - July 17th; I hate our texts are getting sporadic.
Jughead - July 21st; Betty? Haven’t heard from you in a while, everything ok?
Jughead - July 24th; Bets? Betty? Betty-bo-boop?
Jughead - July 27th; Okay. I’ll uh, see you around.
He puts his phone down with a sigh, runs his fingers through his hair and frowns. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, but he was right. He set himself straight up for heartache.
A/N: A request from @sweetg for a piece where the reader is interested in Spencer, and without realizing it, he leads her on (basically, she interprets his niceness as more than friendship). The reader thinks she has a chance and confesses her feelings, only to realize that Spencer was just being nice, and that he actually already has a girlfriend. @coveofmemories
As you sat at the table, looking across the coffee shop at your friend who’d just walked in, you wondered if you should continue coming here. Whenever you walked in, you sat down at your usual table to start working and ended up getting lost in thoughts of the boy genius’s fluffy brown hair, soft brown eyes and slightly upturned smile.
Nearly two months ago was when you’d met him for the first time. Ever since then you’d been smitten, but you didn’t have the courage to tell him how you felt, so instead, you did what someone in your shoes would do in a cheesy rom-com - get lost in a daydream until it was too late and never have anything happen. But rejection was a great deterrent. “Hey, Spencer,” you managed to utter as he came to your table and sat in the seat across from you. “How’s work been?”
“Awful,” he said, pushing a cup of coffee your way. The past couple of weeks had apparently brought a number of ridiculously difficult cases past the members of the BAU. “This last case involved a man who was killing boys that were in similar childhood situations to his own because he thought it would be a mercy for them. He killed five before we were able to apprehend him.”
You couldn’t imagine being in his position. His work was exemplary and what he did took an insane amount of courage you weren’t sure you possessed, but how he came across such horrific situations day in and day out and didn’t lose his mind was beyond you. “I’m so sorry, Spencer,” you said, keeping yourself from reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. It didn’t seem appropriate given that you weren’t dating, no matter how badly you wanted to be.
“I just don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to do this.” You convinced him that he was stronger than he gave himself credit for, and he’d been okay with time.
After finishing your coffees, Spencer invited you to a movie. He needed to get his mind out of work, and he claimed that between you and a movie, he could make that happen.
Once the movie was over, you both went your separate ways for the day, but your heart skipped a beat when you got a text from him saying how much he appreciated you letting him vent today; he needed it, and didn’t have too many people that were willing to listen to him. The entire way back to your apartment, you debated whether or not to say something to him. He’d always been so ridiculously nice to you. He bought you coffees at the shop all the time. Whenever he asked you to go out so he could vent, he always paid for you, even though you could’ve paid yourself. And he seemed to get nervous around you. Maybe he did like you?
But maybe he didn’t. And if he didn’t, you weren’t sure if you could deal with that reality. On the other hand, if you didn’t tell him, then you’d never know what might have been, and you weren’t sure which reality was more painful.
As the next few weeks went by, whipping Spencer up in another couple of horrific cases, you tossed the idea of confessing your feelings for him back and forth. After much deliberation, you’d decided; it had to be done. Even if he did reject you, you didn’t think that pain could be worse than never knowing.
When Spencer texted you to tell you he was back and was wondering if you could talk, you jumped on the opportunity, telling him to meet you at the coffee shop in a couple of hours. You were unable to control yourself, so instead of waiting in your apartment, you walked down to the coffee shop ahead of time and sat down to read a book.
The hours felt like days until he walked into the shop, thrown off by the fact that you were sitting on the couch at the side of the store, rather than at your usual table. “Hi, Y/N,” he said with a smile, sitting down next to you.
“Before you say anything,” you started, ensuring you could get this out before you lost your courage, “I need to tell you something.” He looked at you quizzically, but didn’t say anything, so you continued. “Ever since I met you, I’ve had a crush on you.” If you had been looking up at this point, you would’ve noticed his face sinking and undoubtedly stopped.
“You’re really sweet and funny. You’re so nice and obviously crazy smart. I just think that we could be really good together, and I wanted you to know that. I feel like you might see it too.” When you stopped, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders - until you looked up and met his gaze. “You don’t feel the same way, do you?” you asked, the tears already forming a wall in front of your eyes.
Spencer took a deep breath. “I-I do,” he hesitated, looking down and fiddling with his thumbs, “It’s just that…I have a girlfriend.”
That you did not expect. He’d never mentioned a girlfriend before, and you’d been friends for months. The realization that the entire time you’d felt these things for him, he’d been actively thinking them about someone else, broke your heart. “Oh…” you breathed, feeling a weight descend on your chest. “I didn’t know…I’m sorry.”
For a few minutes, neither of you said a word. He was with someone else and you realized that you’d ruined your friendship. As the tears rose to your eyes again, you picked up your bag and placed the strap over your shoulder. “You’re leaving?” he asked, his eyes pleading with you not to go.
“Yea…” you said, as a tear escaped your eye. “I thought you felt the same way…you were always so nice to me and never mentioned a girlfriend, so I thought maybe you liked me, but I guess I was wrong. I’d like to be friends, but I don’t think I can do that right now.” You situated your bag on your shoulder and turned to leave. “Bye, Spencer.“
You could tell that he reached out for you as you left, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and pretend that what you said hadn’t been said. As the world zipped around you, the only thing you could hear was a mumbled noise that sounded like your name, and the only thing you could feel was the wall of tears streaming its way down your heated face.
“You’re serious about this?” You wanted to believe it was true, but it seemed too perfect.
“Yep.” Dean looked like a happy puppy ready to play. “You and me are going on a case alone. Sam is going to stay here at the motel and make sure that poltergeist is really gone, and we’ll come back when we’re done.”
(Part One) (Steve Ending)
Steve Rogers X Reader X Best Friend!Tony Stark Request: “Hello beautiful! I have a request. Can you make a Steve x reader imagine where they fight because he is jealous of her and Tony’s friendship thanks!” -Anon
“There she is! World’s greatest Mom!” Tony called out to you
the next morning when you shuffled into the kitchen.
“Ughh.” You groaned before climbing up onto one of the
kitchen bar stools. You laid both of your arms on the counter and buried your
face in your elbows. “Why do I feel like I drank three bottles of tequilla
without any of the fun memories?” You complained, not lifting your head from
“I assume you remember the pretty nasty fight you and
Roger’s had last night?” Even without looking at him you could tell Tony was
looking down at you with one eyebrow raised.
“Don’t remind me.” You mumbled into the counter.
“It’s fine.” Tony
promised. “You fight, you make up. It’s what you two do, but everyone knows
you’re made for each other. This will pass. Just give him a few days.”
“Tony, this felt different.” You mustered the energy to lift
your head. “I was up all night.” You explained, I think I slept maybe two
hours. “I left him over fifty text messages and voicemail after voicemail. He
didn’t return any of them.” You pulled your cellphone out of the left pocket of
your sweatpants and flopped it on the counter dramatically. “Not even so much
as an email from him.” Just then your phone began to vibrate violently across
the marble top dramatically.
Hi! Hello! I love your writing! For the promt list could you do #9 and #16 with Bucky? If you can't I understand! Thank you! I love you! Bye!
Awe! Thank you so so much! Here you go! /////
You woke up trembling. Your head snapped from side to side as you took in your surroundings, a blind panic embracing you. Your heart was pounding and everything felt cold and damp, like you had been laying in snow.
You suddenly felt your bare feet hit the floorboards, the harsh whisper of air against your skin barely bothering you as you stood up. At first it didn’t click with your mind where you were heading, and then you stepped into the elevator and knew exactly which button to press.
You shivered and whimpered softly to yourself as you stared out at the dark city through the elevator’s glass wall. It felt so real. You just needed to make sure it wasn’t.
A sharp ding made you flinch as the doors to your ride upwards slid open. You silently padded through the eerie floor, your memory guiding you through the pitch black.
You leaned up against the door you had found yourself at the front of, your ear pressed against the wood. You could hear soft breathing and you smiled weakly. Your heartbeat came back down to a normal pace and your hands stopped shaking. He was okay.
You knew you should probably just leave, but you instead found yourself letting the door creak quietly open as you slipped through the opening.
The bedroom was illuminated by the streaks of moonlight pouring in from the window like molten silver. He was there, fast a sleep. His hair was in his face and he had an arm behind his head, the other one was draped outwards from his body, reflecting the gray lighting and sending it bouncing off onto the walls in jagged patterns.
He was beautiful. More importantly, he was okay.
A soft moan escaped his lips as he stretched, his entire body flexing gorgeously as he blinked his eyes open. He must’ve sensed that he was being watched. You never understood how he could do that, one of the many mysteries of him.
“Y/N/?” He mumbled groggily, hoisting himself in an upright position against the headboard. His voice was hoarse from sleep and it sent a chill down your spine and raised goosebumps on your arms.
“Hi.” You whispered back. You sounded wrecked. You felt wrecked.
“C'mere” He reached an arm out in your direction, his unoccupied hand rubbing his face.
Before you could hesitate you found yourself curling up in a ball next to him, your face pressed against his chest.
“Is something wrong?” Bucky’s voce was laced with concern, his arms linking around your body and constricting to bring you closer to him. You shook your head, a dry sob choking its way out of your throat.
“Why are you here? Are you okay?” You could hear the panic bubble in his chest, feel it in the way his muscles coiled protectively.
“I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You mumbled against his skin. You could feel him decompress underneath you as he breathed a soft laugh of contentedness.
“Do you wanna talk about?”
“Don’t you worry babe, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, I just love you and I was scared.” You nodded, feeling childish.
“God, doll,” He kissed the top of your head, the pressure against your scalp soothing you “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
You looked up at his questioningly. In the midnight lighting, his eyes was stunningly bright and his hair looked almost raven black. He really was something else.
“You are so good.” He expanded on his statement, kissing your cheek “And sweet,” He kissed you again on the other cheek, and then your forehead “And sweet” He kept layering kisses over you face into you slipped into a fit of giggles.
You pressed your face into his face, babbling incoherently about how he ‘needed to leave you be’ as he laughed heartily and absent mindedly let his fingers dance patterns across your lower back. It was effectively soothing and you found yourself slipping.
Bucky yanked the covers up over your body with one arm, the other one was securely wrapped around your waist, keeping you flush against him. Keeping you protected.
As you fell asleep your thoughts wandered and just before you slipped off, you heard Bucky’s voice, his lips against the shell of your ear.
ModernAU Clexa. Clarke and Lexa are friends/strangers/enemies (You choose what’s more fitting with the story) and they go with their friends on a Partytrip to Las Vegas. The next day they both wake up in the same bed horribly hung over and… married.
The only things she could feel was how dry her mouth was and how hard her eyes were knit shut. Barring that, it took a moment for consciousness to seep into her existence. It spread slow and steady and with terrible results. Her head throbbed, actually, her brain throbbed, causing her head to feel as if it were ready to explode at any moment in a small little pop that no one would notice at all. Eyes remaining shut, Clarke tested her mouth, swallowed and felt the warm kind of pain ache through her stomach. Breathing hurt, moving hurt, so she remained still and tried to remember where she was or who she was or what she was, but even thinking was painful.