i watched this movie again recently as you can probably tell

Surprises

Originally posted by diltons

A/N: Second time posting my writing, I had the idea at work and i wanted to write something so here we are. If you want to request anything for me to write, please do, i have nothing else to do. 

Part 2 / Part 3

Summary: Usually Jughead hates surprises, but you’re hoping this one might be different.

Word Count: 1,710

Warnings: none, you are safe 

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Misdialed Call (Part Four)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 938

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Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where harry is your husband and is oblivious to the fact that your "friends" Mistreat you and you just don't say anything because they're the only friends you have left And harry finds out one day and it's a lot of loving from him Pleaaaaase I'm dying to read something like this

I’m so sorry this took forever and I think it might be a piece of shit? I hope you like it though!

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“True Friend”

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You were sitting on the corner of the couch, surrounded by your friends who were supposed to be over for a movie night. After moving in with Harry and starting a new job, it had been pretty difficult to get to know new people. He had encouraged you to start hanging out with some girls from work so you weren’t so lonely when he was gone for the day, so you’d invited them out for dinner one night and things had progressed from there. But not necessarily in a good way.


You had always been paranoid that people didn’t like you. The slightest glare or sarcastic comment had you worrying that there was just something about you people had a problem with. However, this was different; these girls pretended they wanted to hang out when all they really cared about was belittling you. You weren’t sure if you really hadn’t caught on until recently, or if you were just in denial the whole time.


“Let’s just save the movie for another night and head to the bar!” One of them suggested, and the others cheered in agreement. Your heart sank, because you’d put a lot of planning into that movie night and hoped it would help change their minds and show them that you were just as ‘cool’ as they were.


You tried to protest, but it seemed that once the idea of getting drunk off their asses was in their minds, they weren’t going to be able to let it go.


“I mean, we can just go without you. It’s not like you’ll be much fun, since you’re in a ‘committed’ relationship and everything. I mean, you usually don’t get much attention from guys anyway.”


The way they all giggled after the last comment made you wonder what else had been said about you behind your back. As much as you didn’t want to let it affect you, their words stung. You were in an even worse mood now than you had been before, and you definitely didn’t want to spend any more time around them, so you halfheartedly told them to head out without you. They were out the door within minutes, leaving you alone to pick up the empty soda cans and rethink your idea of ordering pizza for dinner.


It wasn’t long before Harry came home, and he tentatively walked down the hallway expecting to see a big group of girls giggling on the couch. Instead, he found you curled up in a blanket alone while he tossed his keys onto the kitchen table.


“Where is everyone?”


You put on the most realistic smile you could manage, and turned around to meet his confused gaze.


“They decided to head to a bar.”


“You didn’t want to go?”


You shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let on that anything was wrong.


“I’m just tired, that’s all. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking tonight.” You lied. You weren’t in the mood for drinking, that was true, but only because you got the feeling they didn’t want you to go anyway. Your time at the bar most likely would’ve been filled with their nasty comments, and you probably would’ve been forced to stand alone while they danced with anyone they could get their hands on.


Harry sat down next to you and cautiously placed his hand on your leg, studying the look on your face. He could tell you weren’t happy, but he didn’t really consider the fact that your 'friends’ were the reason you had seemed a little off lately. He’d believed you when you insisted that you were just stressed and overwhelmed after the move.


“Are you sure everything’s okay?” He asked.


You nodded convincingly and looked into his caring eyes. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist breaking down if you stayed close to him much longer, so you quickly stood up off the couch before tears could well up and made your way to the kitchen before you spoke again.


“I was planning to get pizza for everyone, do you want me to order some for just us?”


He gave his approval and you were quick to dial the phone number before Harry could ask you what was wrong again. By the time you were off the phone, though, he was standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.


“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” He prodded. He had a serious expression on his face, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he was genuinely concerned.


“Baby, I’m fine. Just bummed I didn’t get to watch that movie.” You joked, managing a small laugh as you turned back to him and smiled.


You knew he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he could tell that you didn’t want him to press it any further. If something was really wrong, he was confident that you’d tell him whenever you were ready.


“We can still watch the movie.” He suggested quietly, not waiting for an answer before he went to spread some blankets and comfier pillows over the couch.


You managed to watch the entire movie without being distracted by the situation from earlier, but the ringtone of your phone made the bitter feeling come back again. You answered the phone as cheerfully as you could, not totally surprised when you recognized the slurred voices of the girls you were trying to forget about.


You managed to decipher their speech enough to know that they needed a ride home, and of course they hadn’t hesitated to call you and use you as their chauffer.


“I’ve gotta go pick them up, they’re wasted.” You sighed, pushing your blanket aside as you unhappily unraveled yourself from Harry’s arms.


“Do you want me to go with you?”


You quickly shook your head as you slipped on your jacket and shoes, assuring him you’d be fine and it shouldn’t take more than an hour. Truthfully, you were just afraid of what they’d say to you now that the last little sliver of good judgement had been taken away by alcohol, and you didn’t want Harry to know that the only friends you made since moving here weren’t friends at all. It was almost like you failed.


The drive to the bar wasn’t long, and as soon as it came into view you could see the familiar figures standing outside. They clumsily piled into your car, giggling while they all tried to speak at once.


“What are you wearing?” One of them asked from the back seat, and you sighed when you realized you hadn’t changed out of Harry’s shirt and sweatpants before you left. You certainly wouldn’t hear the end of it, but you hoped none of them would remember by the next morning.


“Hey, that’s Harry’s shirt! I’m surprised it fits you! He’s so thin and you’re… not.”
They all erupted in laughter and you tried to take a few deep breaths as you drove off. The entire car ride was filled with their snide comments and them constantly trying to talk over eachother’s slurs.


It seemed like it took hours to drop them all off, but you were on your way home in record time when you finally let some tears fall. You couldn’t believe these were the only people you could call friends. There was nobody else you’d met that seemed remotely interested in talking to you, and you were terrified you’d have to spend the rest of your life with no one else but those girls to spend time with.


You drove around the block a few times while you tried to calm down, but it finally become clear that you had no choice but to tell Harry. It would be much too painful to keep this inside forever, and knowing Harry, he’d probably know exactly what to do.


You unlocked the door, wiping a few tears from your cheeks but deciding you wouldn’t bother trying to hide the fact that you were upset. As you stepped inside, Harry rounded the corner.


“I made some ice cream sundaes if you want to- hey…” He immediately frowned when he saw your tear stained cheeks and sad eyes.


You sniffled as he walked over to you and tilted his head a bit while he waited for you to say something. What he didn’t expect was for you to fling yourself into him, but he was quick to wrap his strong arms around you and hold on tight.
Once your cries and sniffles had quieted down a little, he kept you tightly pressed to him while he looked down at you and spoke.


“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully, afraid to set you off into another round of crying if you tried to explain. By now, he was pretty sure he knew the source of your sadness lately but he didn’t want to push you any farther than you were ready for at the moment. You backed up to look up at him but quickly avoided his gaze.


“I think I need to talk to you about something.”


You could see him tense a little, because you knew it always scared him whenever you acted serious about things like this. You were generally a pretty laid back person, so if there was something you really needed to speak to him about, it usually meant it was a pretty big deal.


He slung his arm around you as he led you to the couch and invited you to sit on his lap. You cuddled into Harry’s chest and his arms held you close to his body, while he rested his cheek on top of your head.


“This is about the girls, isn’t it?” He finally prodded. All he got in response was a teary eyed look from you, and he knew he was right when the wetness threatened to spill down your cheeks again. He stared at you sadly, wiping a few tears that fell before you were ready to speak.


“They’re not my real friends, Harry.” You sniffled, leaning back against him as you watched for a reaction. He nodded slowly, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back.


“You could’ve told me.”


You frowned as you turned to look at him again and saw his eyes filled with complete concern and sadness.


“I know, but I just.. I have no friends, Harry!” You whined, hiding your face in his neck while the emotions seemed to hit you all over again.


If his heart wasn’t broken already, it definitely was now. Obviously he’d meant no harm when he encouraged you to make friends, and he never wanted you to feel down about yourself if things didn’t work out as expected.


“Baby, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry over them.”


He held you tight until you had calmed down again. He didn’t want to ask what was said during the car ride, and he didn’t want to know what else they’d put in your head over the past month. So you both sat in silence for a while until you finally looked up at him.


“I don’t want you hanging around them anymore, okay?”


You normally would’ve argued, but you knew you’d be much happier if you never had to see them outside of work again. Now that the barrier had been broken and Harry knew the truth about them, there was no sense in keeping up the charade that you actually enjoyed their company.


Your comment from a few minutes earlier hadn’t been forgotten; he kept hearing you say “I have no friends” over and over again in his head and it was making his heart hurt.


“And I don’t ever want to hear you say you have no friends, okay?” His voice had the sweetest, most gentle tone possible and when you opened your mouth to speak, he knew exactly what you were going to say. So when it slipped out that you really didn’t have any friends, he had the perfect response.


“You’ve got me.” He argued, pressing his lips to the top of your head.


“I know it’s not the same, but I love all the girly gossip and random stories you tell. And you know I’m always here for advice when you need it and I won’t mind those awful movies you girls watch, because I’ll always enjoy watching them with you. I know I’m your boyfriend and that’s not quite the same as being your friend, but I’m always going to be here for you, angel.”


The end of his rambling had you smiling up at him.


“You’ve always been my best friend, Harry. My true friend.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! For a Klance prompt, Lance or Keith (your pick) gets infected by some alien thing that makes them tell the truth so they admit their feelings for the other person, but after being 'cured' they don't remember doing it? thanks!

For sure! Hope you like it :D


           “Lance, what are you doing – get away from that!” Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s armor and hauled him backward as the flower exploded a white puff in his face, making Lance sneeze violently. He rubbed the residue off his face, inspecting the white smear it left on his glove.

           “It’s just pollen,” he shrugged. Keith glared at him.

           “Do you know how many people are allergic to Earth pollen? Who knows what alien pollen might do to you?” Lance rolled his eyes.

           “You’re being dramatic. Look, I’m fine. I feel better than ever.” Keith narrowed his eyes.

           “Let’s just keep moving,” he said, shifting his grip on his bayard. “We can probably find a cave in those cliffs up there, hole up there for the night, try and contact the team again in the morning.” Lance nodded.

           “After you,” he said, gesturing grandly. Keith just rolled his eyes and set off, hacking a particularly thorny branch away with his sword.

           They made it to a shallow, unoccupied cave in the cliff face with about an hour to spare before sunset and managed to build a fire before it got too dark to see. They negotiated guard duty and Keith got first watch, leaving Lance to stretch out and go to sleep beside the fire. Except, in typical Lance fashion, he started to talk instead.

           “I’ve never built a fire before. I never thought I would have to,” he said. Keith groaned quietly.

           “Lance, we’ve got a long night ahead of us. You should really try to get some sleep.”

           “I never went camping as a kid. My family didn’t have the money to make a trip like that.”

           “You can tell me about it later. If you absolutely must,” he added under his breath. “Just please be quiet.”

           “We thought it was fancy when they managed to take us out to dinner and a movie. That was a big day. There were four of us plus my parents, and that’s a lot of kids to pay for, so we couldn’t do it very often. But camping was never an option. My sister really wanted to do it. She begged my parents for months. But they wouldn’t let her. It was pretty awful to watch how crushed she was, but to tell the truth, I thought she was being selfish.”

           “Lance?” Keith asked. There was something off about Lance’s voice. It sounded too flat and monotone, as if he wasn’t actually hearing what he was saying. Lance continued as if he hadn’t heard Keith.

           “She knew they couldn’t afford to take all of us, so either she wanted to get special treatment and go without us, or she was just being a whiny brat and harassing my parents because she got fed up with having no money all the time. I got fed up too, we all did. She could have sucked it up like the rest of us.”

           “Lance.” There was definitely something wrong. Lance never talked about his family like this. Certainly not to Keith, at any rate. He sprung to his feet and walked over to where Lance was flat on his back, eyes glassy and unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

           “Of course I still love her but God did she get on my nerves when we were kids sometimes. But I don’t really think about that these days because I’m so homesick. I just think about all the perfect times we had together. You don’t understand it, you know. I don’t think anyone else on the ship understands how close I am to my family and how much I hate being here sometimes. At least Pidge is trying to get her family back. Voltron just keeps me further away. But you especially don’t understand because you don’t have any family.” Keith slapped Lance hard across the face.

           “Snap out of it!” he growled. “What the hell is…?” He bent closer. Something was glowing faintly white on the edges of Lance’s nostrils. The flower. It had infected him or something, and now he was talking without any kind of filter. “I told you that alien pollen was bad news,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Lance’s eyes were still just as glassy as before. He barely seemed to register the fact that he had been slapped.

           “It makes me miserable how much you hate me,” he said. Keith, in the middle of searching for some kind of leaf or cloth or anything he could use to try and scrape the gunk off Lance’s nose, paused.

           “You think I hate you?” he asked.

           “Yes,” Lance said. He started at receiving a direct answer and slowly turned back to Lance.

           “Why do you think I hate you?”

           “Because you’re so much better than me, and I annoy you by trying to compete with you. You know you can win so it’s a waste of your time.” Keith sat down heavily.

           “Lance, no. That’s not… that’s not…”

           “Of course I realized recently that the real reason I want to compete with you is because I want you to notice me,” he continued, “because I’ve had an awful crush on you since the Garrison. I thought I just wanted people to think I could be as good as you, but the real issue is that I like you a lot and I’m terrified of you finding out because I know you’ll just laugh at me.” Keith covered his ears.

           “I don’t want to hear this,” he moaned. “Lance, please, stop talking.”

           “I think you’re the most talented and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I started fantasizing about kissing you about two months ago. I even love the mullet even though I still think it’s ridiculous that you have it. I keep flirting with aliens to distract myself but I only do it because I know I won’t have any success. I don’t want to actually date anyone but you.” Keith’s head was between his knees. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this. It wasn’t fair the way Lance’s confession made his heart speed up in his chest, made him think of the times they’d both caught each other staring lately, made him remember Lance saving his life on their most recent mission and brushing it off like it was nothing. It wasn’t fair to Lance. “I think I might love you, Keith, and I’ve cried twice about the fact that you could never love me back.” Lance’s speech ceased abruptly, leaving a few seconds of silence. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now,” he announced, and closed his eyes. Keith heaved a sigh of relief, coming over with a leaf to rub away the white residue on his nose. He dropped a hand on Lance’s shoulder.

           “You do that, Lance,” he said. “You do that.”

***

           Lance woke up to morning light groggy and with the worst crick in his neck he’d ever had. He sat up, yawned, and noticed Keith sitting at the edge of the cave, staring off into the woods. He frowned.

           “Dude, why didn’t you wake me up for guard duty?” he asked. “Have you been sitting there awake all night?” Keith jumped at the sound of Lance voice, turned to look at him, and scrambled to his feet.

           “Lance!” he said. “Are you… You seem normal?” Lance blinked.

           “Yeah, why… why wouldn’t I be?” Keith hovered uncertainly, unsure whether or not to move forward.

           “Do… do you not… do you remember last night?”

           “Yeah, we planned for guard duty, you said you’d wake me up in a few hours, and then you just never did! Come on, man, let people help you sometimes, you’re going to be exhausted now.” Keith bit his lip.

           “So… nothing else?” Lance stared.

           “What happened?”

           “Nothing!” Keith said hurriedly. His cheeks were slightly red for some reason. “I… I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were too sound asleep. So yeah, I’ve been awake all night, asshole.” The insult was only half-hearted and didn’t really seem to land. Lance blinked.

           “Okay,” he said. “Well, we probably better see if we can’t find a way to signal the castle. It looked like there were settlements further up the cliff, let’s see if we can find some alien friends.” Keith nodded in agreement, heading to stamp out the fire. As Lance gathered his Paladin armor, he kept glancing sideways at his rival and his friend, wondering what had really happened last night – and why Keith was lying.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]

Tonight (Young Hearts) [j.j]

Jughead x reader in which they admire each other in secrecy.

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With a handful of courage, I don’t mean to impose (oh oh I feel it now)
And faintly I whisper a secret you know (oh oh I hear it now)

It had been a month since (Y/N) had moved to Riverdale. She had arrived halfway through September, almost October. Much like Veronica Lodge, she was a big city girl, but she hailed from the west coast. Los Angeles to be exact. There had been a lot of buzz surrounding her arrival and her appearance in the small town had not let anyone down. With (H/L), (H/C) hair and big, sparkling (E/C) eyes, (Y/N) (Y/L) was quite the attractive girl.  

She had befriended many people, including Cheryl Blossom (who had immediately taken her under her wing) and Betty Cooper, who had introduced her to her circle of friends. She tended to hang out more with Cheryl though, seeing as how the girl really needed someone after the death of her twin brother, Jason.

The few times she did decide to join Betty, she would feel like a mess. And it was all because of Jughead Jones III. He was the one friend of Betty’s that (Y/N) could never act normal around. She was always awkward around him, and always found herself stuttering and unable to speak to him. Lucky for her, no one had noticed her little problem, not even Veronica, who was a lot more observant than she let on.

She shared multiple classes with Jughead, including English and biology. A few weeks into school, she decided that she needed to get over herself. Jughead was just another (potential) friend. She just needed to speak to him. like a normal person.

Well I caught your love but I didn’t catch your name (oh yeah and I feel the same)
And I’m wondering why, is it wrong if it’s right

The root of her problem was her first day in English. She had arrived on time and had been forced to stand in front of the class and introduce herself. She remembered standing up straight and showing no fear, speaking confidently until her gaze got to the mysterious boy sitting in the corner who was watching her intently.

Jughead couldn’t really explain why he was observing the new girl with such intensity. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but Jughead felt himself getting lost in the sound of her voice. When the teacher told her to sit next to him, he panicked. When she had sat down and asked to borrow an extra pencil, he panicked even more. He had given her the pencil in his hand, losing his breath when she smiled at him after thanking him. ‘She has a beautiful smile’ was the only thing that was running through his mind as he rummaged through his backpack, pulling out his extra pencil.

(Y/N) had been left speechless. She had asked to borrow the boy’s pencil hoping to make a new friend but when he turned to her, she had lost all ability to speak. He was cute. Really, really cute. She had only managed to squeak out a ‘thanks’ and smiled at him before turning in her seat, face as red as a tomato.

They had stolen each others’ hearts and they didn’t even know each others’ names.

Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire
We’re burning bright by the hour (in the moment, can you show it)
Young hearts never want the night to end

The day that (Y/N) decided to stop acting weird around Jughead, she had accepted Betty’s offer to join them all at Pop’s after school. Stepping into the semi-crowded diner, (Y/N) quickly made her way over to the booth where Betty & Co. were sitting at. Squeezing herself into the booth, next to Archie, she gave everyone a blinding smile.

“ Hey guys!’ she exclaimed.

“So she speaks!” said Kevin. “And here I was thinking that you were yet another one of Cheryl’s brainless minions.”

(Y/N) chuckled. Whenever Kevin had tried to befriend her, Cheryl had always come along and pulled her away, never failing to make a snide comment about Kevin. It was frustrating.

“Hey (Y/N),” Veronica said.

“Sup,” Archie greeted.

“I’m so glad you could join us,” Betty added.

They all turned to Jughead, who was staring openmouthed at (Y/N).

“What? Do I have something on my face?” the (H/C) girl asked, blushing at his stare.

Jughead quickly shook his head. “No, uh, its just a surprise to see you here that’s all.”

That was the only awkwardness for the rest of the evening. The group of friends stayed at Pop’s until closing time, never running out of things to say as great friendships blossomed.

Chasing the clock, will I see you again? (oh oh we’ll see tonight)
If it’s perfect now, let’s be perfect again (oh oh I think it might)
I’m not used to this feeling, but you help me let go (oh yeah and you do the same)
And we both can’t deny, young hearts never die

As they left Pop’s that night, (Y/N) found herself walking alongside Jughead, with Betty & Kevin in front of them and Archie & Veronica trailing behind them.

“So (Y/N),” Jughead began, liking the way her name sounded coming from his mouth, “Will you be joining us more often now?”

The young girl smiled at Jughead. “Yeah. I think I actually will.”

And so she did. For the next few weeks, the girl joined them at Pop’s almost every single day. She and Archie had bonded over music, especially after he found out she could sing. With Kevin, she bonded over the fact that they liked to judge the people that they didn’t like together. She bonded with Veronica over the fact that they were both new, and that they both came from big cities. With Betty, she found a really great, caring friend.

But Jughead was different. They bonded over nearly everything. Taste in music. taste in movies. They spent a lot of time together and the others were beginning to notice. it didn’t take them long to pick up on the longing glances, the shy smiles exchanged. Archie and Kevin confronted Jughead about his feelings and Betty and Veronica did the same with (Y/N), resulting in both teens shaking their heads and vehemently stating that they were ‘just friends’.

Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire
We’re burning bright by the hour (in the moment, can you show it)
Young hearts never want the night to end
Tonight, if only words could describe
The feeling for the first time (I can feel that it’s real right now)
Young hearts never want the night to end

Eventually, the visits to Pop’s would end up with Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Kevin all making excuses to leave, effectively leaving Jughead and (Y/N) alone each night. They would never actually leave, and instead went outside to sit in Archie’s truck, spying on the two teenagers. When the two teens finally left the diner, they’d notice that Jughead would always walk (Y/N) home.

“They are so sweet its sickening,” Veronica stated as they watched Jughead give (Y/N) his flannel.

“It really is,” Kevin agreed. “They are so oblivious.”

“We have to do something about this,” Betty said.

“Well what do you propose?” questioned Archie.

Cause something tells me we
Are more than just silhouettes
It’s something that I won’t forget, forget, forget, forget, forget
And if I could stop the clock with you, I knew, I knew

“(Y/N)!”

The (H/C) girl stopped and turned around as she heard her name being called. Motioning for Cheryl to continue walking without her, the girl fixed her attention onto Betty.

“Pop’s? After school?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “That’s not even a question anymore. You know my answer will always be yes.”

“Great! See you then,” Betty replied as she walked off.

After school came along a lot faster than expected. (Y/N) walked into the diner, sliding into her now usual seat next to Jughead. She felt butterflies in her tummy as Jughead smiled softly at her before continuing his conversation with Archie.

“Alright guys,” Betty began. “Today, we are here because we have a serious problem to discuss.”

(Y/N) looked curiously at the blonde girl before looking at Veronica, who had a mischievous smirk upon her face.

“You see,” Veronica said, “The thing is that we’ve noticed something recently, and we just have to point it out.”

Archie got up and stood next to the table. Betty joined him.

“The thing is,” Kevin continued, “(Y/N), Jughead likes you.”

(Y/N) looked at Jughead in shock as he glared at his friends.

“And Jughead,” Archie said. “(Y/N) likes you.”

Jughead whipped his head to look at (Y/N) so fast she was surprised his neck didn’t just snap.

(Y/N) slid down in the booth as she felt her face heat up.

“Well,” Betty finally broke the silence. “We gotta go, so enjoy your date!”

Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire
We’re burning bright by the hour
Young hearts never want the night to end
Tonight, if only words could describe
The feeling for the first time (I can feel that it’s real right now)
Young hearts never want the night to end

“You like me?” Jughead asked as the rest of the gang left them alone. (Y/N) was to embarrassed to do anything but nod.

“Well that’s great,” Jughead said.

(Y/N) straightened. “What?”

“It means that I can finally ask you out without fear of rejection,” Jughead said nonchalantly.

“Rejection? Jughead why on earth would I reject you? You’re amazing,” the girl said.

Jughead couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face.

“Well you’re even more amazing than I am,” he said as he cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips to hers in a short, sweet kiss. “So I guess this is our first date.”

(Y/N) could only nod in response.

Chasing the clock, chasing the clock
Will I see you, see you again?
Chasing the clock, chasing the clock
Will I see you, see you again?

Once again, the gang hadn’t actually left the diner and were just lounging around in Archie’s truck.

“YES!” Betty and Veronica exclaimed as they saw Jughead kiss (Y/N). “We did it!”

And so the two teenagers finally ended up together, on their first date at their favorite place, wishing that their night would never come to an end.

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So I lied, I’m sorry. “Time Water Pt.4″ isn’t up today but here, have this little story that I thought up while listening to Tonight (Young Hearts) by The Colourist. I hope you enjoy it, its not my best I’m sorry. I probably wont have Pt. 4 up until Friday night so please bear with me. Anyways, asks are open!

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Exo reaction to you having a long sexy kissing scene.

Anonymous asked: Can I have a exo reaction to you their gf (a actor) having a long sexy kissing scene ,Like super sexy, grabbing and everything,almost taking it there,but not.

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Suho: He don’t like it at all. He wish he had his parents with him to tell him to cover his eyes. A kiss or two is alright, but once it started to get steamy, he frowned so much.

Originally posted by bemineinseoul

Kai: *In this one, you two are secretly dating* It wasn’t his chose to play or watch the scene. He was on a variety show with you and some other actors and singers. They started to discuss each guest recent actives or achievements, when they got to you, they talked about the movie you just did. He could feel the topic about the scene coming soon in the conversation. It was just nothing but a minute or two later before they started playing the scene on the big screen.

Originally posted by kaibility

Xiumin: *In this one your his crush, and you two have been spending time together lately…also it’s kinda gonna be similar to Kai’s reaction* While on a show you and your movie co-star were asked about the hot scene. He immediately looked over to you, to see your expression and to hear your answer. You looked real embarrass and shy, the host then asked if there was something going on between you and your co-star. Wow, the cringe was real.

Originally posted by xiundeer

Chen: He knew that there was a hot scene, you told him immediately after you found out about it. He didn’t know what to expect when the scene started. Once it started, he started to get a little annoyed at the fact that you seemed so into it (even though that’s your job as a fucking actor). You started giggling at the scene, like it was suppose to be funny….he wasn’t finding shit funny.

Originally posted by morekpopmore

D.O: You told him the scene was nothing but like a minute or so. You weren’t lying, but you didn’t inform him that the scene had so much in it. Him: “YOU EXPECT ME TO WATCH THIS!?”

Originally posted by yoonem

Lay: He didn’t know shit about a sexy scene in the movie. You told him the movie was a fun, comedy movie, so he didn’t think that there would be a hot scene in it. He was confused and surprised when, while in a interview, he was asked about what he thought about the hot scene his girlfriend acted in. Not only was he asked, he was also showed a :30 second clip.

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu

Baekhyun: Just smile he thought, you don’t wanna seem jealous. He smiled as he watch the screen of his girlfriend and another man, eating each other faces up. Inside was just complete embarrassment, and awkwardness as he tried to hold a smile.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Chanyeol: The weird thing about this is, he also played in the movie with you Let’s say he played as a possible love interest that you turned down…ironic eh? He stood back on set as he watched the director played back the hot kissing scene for you and the other male actor. You can probably guess how he was feeling about this.

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Sehun: What the fuck is this shit? was running though his head as he watched the scene. The more intense it got, the more disgusted he got. But then again, every time he seen the male character, he got disgusted.

Originally posted by hanbin-or-hanbout

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BTS As Dads

A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been dead recently. I’ve been trying to write stuff but school is just fucking up my schedule.

Also… the childrens names may or may not be based off idols bc I can’t come up with names so


Jin~ You had just gotten home from a long day at work and all you wanted to do was to relax with your husband, Jin and your son, Minhyuk. When you opened the door, the strong smell of spices hit you almost immediately. Your husband was not only an amazing father, but an amazing cook as well. You took off your shoes and changed into more comfortable clothes before you looked into the kitchen. What you saw was probably the most adorable thing you had ever seen: Jin with Minhyuk wrapped in his arms, both wearing chef hats. It was so cute. You watched as your husband lifted the spoon up to his mouth, blew on it, then put it into Minhyuks’ mouth. 

Minhyuk shook his head and yelled, “More pepper!” Jin laughed and put a little bit more pepper in it. 

“We can’t put anymore in though, or mommy will be sneezing in her food!” Jin yelled. Minhyuk scrunched up his nose and Jin laughed at your sons cute gesture. 

Minhyuk noticed you almost straight away and screamed, “Mommy!” You laughed as Jin walked over to you with Minhyuk and pulled you into a tight hug.


Yoongi~ You were sitting on the couch with your husband Yoongi and your daughter Yeri, watching a movie. 

Out of nowhere Yeri had screamed, “I want my hair done!” You jumped at the sound of her voice. The movie wasn’t that interesting anyways, as it was Moana and you’ve seen it over 100 times. 

“Ok honey what do you want me to-”She cut you off before you could finish.

“No! I want daddy to do it!” She yelled. You looked over to your husband who was trying not to laugh at your daughters sudden demands. He looked at you and nodded.

“Okay then, follow me,” Yoongi said to your daughter as he grabbed her tiny hand. You tried to follow, but Yoongi stopped you and said, “It’s going to be a surprise!” You laughed and turned back towards your living room and scrolled through Twitter. 

After what had seemed like forever, Yeri came out running and screaming, with a perfect braid in her hair. You looked confused as she jumped onto you.

“Mommy! Look at this! Daddy is so good at hair!” She yelled. You laughed and turned to Yoongi who was walking in with a smug smile on his face.

“I’m Min Yoongi. I’m good at everything.”


Namjoon~ Namjoon had just gotten back from taking your son, Jaesun, out for new clothes. You trusted him more because, to be honest, he really knew how to dress children. As he swung open the door, Jaesun started running around yelling your name. Namjoon chased after the toddler and led into the living room. As your son ran around, Namjoon chased after him and heard a loud crashing sound. Namjoon sprinted to where he heard the sound and saw Jaesun sitting on the ground with marble shards around him. He had just broken your favorite vase. 

Namjoon kneeled beside your son and sighed. Instead of getting angry, he realized your sons clumsiness came from him. 

He picked Jaesun up and whispered in his ear, “Don’t tell mommy.”

Hoseok~ For the first time in a while, both you and Hoseok were off work and were able to spend time with your daughter, Nayeon. At least that’s what you thought until halfway through watching Frozen, Hoseok got a call from his dance teacher saying he needed urgent help. He sighed and looked at your daughter who was staring at the screen and then to you, looking at him while holding Nayeon.

“Can I bring Y/N and Nayeon?” He asked. His dance teacher replied with an “of course” as a smile spread across his face. He hung up and walked over to you two, picking up Nayeon with on arm and grabbing your hand with the other. “Do you want to go to the dance studio, princess?” Nayeon giggled and nodded. You all headed out the door towards the studio.

When you arrived, Nayeon jumped with joy when she saw Hoseoks’ teacher. She was only 3, but he and Hoseok had been teaching her to dance because “her daddy is the best dancer and we don’t need to pay for damn lessons.” You sat back in one of the chair on the other side of the room and watched as Nayeon tried to copy every move Hoseok choreographed. After he finished, he tried to teach her the dance, because why the hell not. As she hit every move, you saw Hoseoks’ eyes light up in the mirror, looking at your three year old wondering how you became so lucky as to have an amazing family. 

Jimin~ Within the first year of your marriage, you and Jimin managed to have kids. Twins, Hansol and Jiwoo, and they were adorable. They both looked so much like Jimin, which meant you had not one, not two, but three of the most adorable people you had ever met in your family. You had always learned to cherish the little things in life, like the way Jiwoos’ eyes light up when she sees a cute animal or the way Hansols’ eyes crinkle when he smiles. What you loved to see the most was when Jimin was with the kids, or when he walked in from getting home from work and the immediately ran to his side. He would pick them both up and kiss them and then walk over to you, and then kiss you. The kids would make a face and say “Ew!” simultaneously while Jimin laughed and kissed you again. 

There were some moments where you’d look over and Jimin was teaching them to take selcas. You had to admit, for three year olds, they were pretty good at taking pictures and making cute faces. He’d shown them filters that looked really really cute. 

“Daddy! I really like this filter!” Jiwoo yelled and Hansol agreed. He took a picture of them posing and smiled down at his phone. The twins ran to him to see how they looked.

“You two look so cute! Do you think we should share this with all the pretty ARMYs?” Jimin asked. They both nodded. That was another thing you loved. He treated his fans like they were family, and was not afraid to post pictures of his children and show the world how happy he was. Family was always first for him. Another one of the many reasons you fell in love with Park Jimin.

Taehyung~ Taehyung fell in love with your daughter as soon as he saw him. Of course it only makes sense, as she was his first child. He loved children, that was a fact that everyone knew, but the way he treated Taeyeon was completely different than you had ever seen before. He held her as if she were a priceless piece of artwork, and made sure to be careful when he walked. He was with her whenever he could be, and you loved the fact that he had loved her so much.

Even before she was born, you and Taehyung had a bet going. Whose name was she going to say first? So when Taeyeons’ first word was ‘appa’, Taehyung practically screeched with joy. He picked her up, walked into the kitchen to where you were, held her in front of your face, and whispered, “Come on, say it!”

Taeyeon screeched ‘appa’ and Taehyung laughed and kissed her. You hit your hand jokingly on the table in defeat as Taehyung pulled you into a side hug and chuckled, “I think you owe me a weeks worth of dinner.” 

Jungkook~ It had been a few weeks since you had your first son, Jiyong. He was still unable to sleep full nights, and both you and Jungkook had been very tired. One night, you heard Jiyong crying, and as you got up, you felt Jungkook grab your wrist. 

“I’ll take care of him, you go back to sleep,” He said. You nodded and got back underneath the blanket and closed your eyes.

About 15 minutes had passed, and the crying had stopped, but you couldn’t fall asleep. You decided to get up and go check on Jungkook. As you neared Jiyongs’ room, you heard quiet singing. Listening closely, you heard Jungkooks’ beautiful voice singing “Purpose” by Justin Bieber. 

As the song came to an end, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. He laid Jiyong back down in his crib and you walked up behind Jungkook and hugged him. He turned around and embraced you into his strong, loving arms as you whispered, “How did I get so lucky?”

anonymous asked:

96 with Jungkook. Please. HAHAHA

Prompt: “Is that…is that my bra?”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Humour

Summary: Jungkook is your best friend’s older brother. You were never close with him, but in the past few years, you spread even further apart. Naturally, you’re a little confused when you find a certain something of yours is in his room.

Word count: 914 words


It was the last weekend before school started again. You and your best friend, Mina, were having a sleepover to mourn the end of summer.

You both lay stretched over Mina’s unmade bed, music from her speakers playing softly in the background. It was some indie-sounding song about pilots or something.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Mina asked, growing bored of doing nothing. You had rotated between binge-watching Gilmore Girls, eating, and doing karaoke for the past several hours. “I’m feeling Superbad, what about you?”

“Whatever,” you agreed easily, reaching for Mina’s laptop that was sitting on the nightstand. When you tried to turn it on, you were met with a black screen. “I think your laptop just died.”

Mina groaned in frustration, rolling off the bed to locate her charger. She pulled the chord out from under her bed and tossed it to you.

“This old piece of shit takes ten hours to charge,” Mina sighed. She reached for her phone, which was luckily still charged. “We’re gonna have to use the Chromecast on my TV.”

Mina had a small flatscreen TV attached to her wall. Her older brother, Jungkook, used to use it for gaming. He recently bought a new display, passing along the old TV to Mina. Unfortunately, Mina was technologically inept, leaving you to set everything up.

You sat up, wincing as your bones cracked after hours of inactivity. Stretching, you stood up and inspected the back of the TV. The Chromecast wasn’t plugged in. You voiced this issue out loud.

“Oh, right,” Mina said sheepishly. “Jungkook probably has it. I think he borrowed it awhile ago. Can you go get it? I’m too comfortable to move.”

You hesitated. You hadn’t talked to Jungkook very often in these past few years. You had been close when you were much younger, but the two year age gap seemed to grow infinitely larger once Jungkook had started university. He had also started working out and was intimidatingly good looking.

Mina sensed your nervousness and balked. “Oh my god, Y/N,” she screeched, throwing a pillow in your general direction. “Do not tell me you’re nervous about Jungkook. You’ve known him forever! Even back when he had that stupid haircut. And during the emo phase!”

“You had an emo phase, too!” you retaliated, throwing the pillow back at Mina. You succeeded in hitting her directly in the face.

“We all did!” Mina screamed, sitting up and flailing her arms. “We’ve seen each other at our worst! There’s no shame anymore.”

“But Jungkook’s just so hot now,” you whispered, covering your your flaming cheeks with your hands. “And he’s in university. You know, an older man.”

Mina stifled her wail with the pillow. “Don’t talk to me about my brother ever again,” she grumbled defeatedly. “We’re going to university next year. It’s no big deal. Just go get the damn Chromecast so we can watch the movie and forget this ever happened.”

You sighed and shuffled out of Mina’s room. Jungkook’s bedroom was at the very end of the hall. Taking in Mina’s earlier words, you knew you had no reason to be embarrassed in front of Jungkook. No matter how hot he was.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door.

“Come in,” Jungkook called out.

Tentatively, you turned the doorknob and peeked into his room. Jungkook was stretched out on his bed, playing on his cell phone. One arm was propping up his head, and his muscular biceps were sinful.

“Uh,” you said eloquently. “Hi?”

“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook smiled, looking up at you. He sat up and set his phone aside. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you had the Chromecast,” you explained, wringing your hands to distract from your nervousness. “Mina said–”

Something hanging of Jungkook’s bedpost caught your eye. It was a Pokeball bra, shamelessly on display. It was also terrifyingly familiar.

“Is that…is that my bra?” you squeaked, incredulous.

Jungkook followed your line of vision and blushed furiously. “Oh, fuck! It’s yours?” Jungkook hissed. He snatched it from the bedpost and threw it at you. You caught it with fumbling hands. “Fuck, I swear it’s not what you think. I’m not stealing your bras.”

“Can you elaborate?” you asked, on the borderline of shrieking. You clutched your favourite bra awkwardly by your side, not sure what to do with it.

“I found it in the laundry last week,” Jungkook said, refusing to meet your eyes. “It’s too big Mina’s, so I figured a, uh, friend, left it here on the weekend. I didn’t know you were here.”

“Are you sleeping with people who wear Pokeball bras?” you squealed, slightly embarrassed by the fact Jungkook had seen your most childish undergarment. Your eyes snapped to Jungkook’s, reeling at what he just said. “Oh my god! Have you been bringing girls over the entire time?”

Jungkook shrugged, finally maintaining eye contact. “Our parents are travelling, so whatever,” he smirked. “Is it bothering you? I’m not too loud.”

“I don’t need to know! I don’t need to know,” you chanted as you backed out of the room. Turning on your heel, you hurried down the hall, back to the safety of Mina’s room.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jungkook called after you, his voice taking on a teasing quality. “It’s a cute bra. I wouldn’t mind seeing you in it sometime.”

And if you took Jungkook up on that offer a few weeks later…well, no one had to know.

- Girl in Luv

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Predicting the Future

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“Hey guys and welcome back to another Predicting YouTubers Futures! I’m joined again with Josh,” Joe said making a weird face into the camera before the clip jumped to an unamused Josh, “Today’s YouTuber is the one and only Y/N Y/L/N!”

“You guys went completely crazy with comments about how she should be the next person so here we go!” Josh said clapping his hands together, before the clip jumped to an animated figure that looked just like you as the boys continued to speak.

“So my guess is that Y/N will never quit YouTube, she loves it too much and her subscriber count will grow and grow as she continues to make everyone laugh and smile with her own” Joe said, a small tint of pink colored his cheeks as he thought about his girlfriend’s smile. 

“Yeah she’ll still be making videos when she’s old and grey, running down the halls of her nursing home telling us how riveting her knitting session was” Josh chimed in with a laugh. “I bet she’d still be writing her stories, probably become the worlds olds best selling author, or the next J.K. Rowling”

“Yeah, she’d create the next fantasy series that will be made into movies along side her many autobiographies, which if you haven’t already go buy her book its pretty good” Joe said holding up his girlfriend’s book as Josh nods, backing his mates statement.

“What about her love life?” Josh asks as the animations shows you in a wedding dress.

“Oh thats easy, she’ll be married to me and we’ll have two little Sugglets running around making life just the right amount of hectic. We’d move back to the country side and have a big house with a thatched roof…”

“Woah woah woah mate, lets remember that this is Y/N’s life, not yours. Fairly certain she’s not into thatched roofs as much as you are.” Josh said cutting off Joe’s ramble as the animation rewinds back to you in the wedding dress. “I think Y/N will end up finding someone much better than you, like a really buff body builder and they’ll get married and she’d end up moving to some really cool island where they’ll just make videos exploring every inch of it and once they’ve done that, they’ll have a few kids who will become the main characters in her books and they’ll be asked to play themselves in the movies.” 

The camera jumps back to the two boys sat on the bed, Joe’s faced turn down into a frown as he listens to Josh’s theory on how Y/N’s life will pan out. 

“Wow cheers mate” Joe rolled his eyes at Josh who only shrugged in response. 


“Well guys thats the end of this week’s video, comment down below which YouTuber Josh and I should predict the future for next. Make sure to give this video a thumbs up if you enjoyed it, don’t subscribe to Josh, and I’ll see you next week. Bye!” Joe heard his voice close out his video as he made his way out of his office to the kitchen where you were sitting watching his recent video.

“Are you really watching that?” Joe asked from behind you. 

“Well you tagged me in so I kind of had to” You said with a smile, spinning around in your chair to face him.

You watched Joe’s cheeks turn the same shade of pink as it did in the video, his eyes shifting to the ground. 

“I think it was pretty accurate.” You said bring his attention back to you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t see myself quitting YouTube anytime soon, I probably will still be vlogging when I’m old and grey if it still makes me happy” You said standing up and moving to wrap your arms around Joe. 

“I’d love to watch that” Joe said kissing the top of your head before you moved it to look back up at him. 

“And I’d love to continue to write, becoming the next J.K. Rowling would be a dream.” You laughed. “You guys even got my love life pretty much spot on as well although I’ve never really been into the body builder type.”

“So you’d marry me?”

“I didn’t say that,” You said with a smirk, “but I suppose I could settle.” 

You pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, connecting your lips with Joe. You smiled into the kiss when you felt him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to the small of your back.

“Can I take that as a yes then?” Joe said after you pulled away. 

“Maybe if you asked properly, that was a pretty impersonal question.” You said unwrapping your arms from him and moving back to you spot at the worktop. 

You smiled slightly as Joe let out a fake laugh, knowing that he’d have to do a lot better than that if he had intentions of actually marrying you. 

“Wait so if everything in the video was pretty spot on, do you really not like thatched roofs?” You could hear the sadness in his voice. 

You turned back around in your chair, “They’re not my favorite type of roof but I wouldn’t completely hate it if we moved into a house that had one, as long as you maintained it and didn’t make me, or our kids, help.” 

“So you have kids with me too?” Joe’s lips curved back up into a smile. 

“You’re getting way too ahead of yourself Sugg. Stop thinking about the future and think about now, starting with ‘what are we going to have for dinner?’.”

“I was just about to cook before your distracted me by watching that video.” Joe said in a sarcastic tone leaning down to kiss your cheek before moving to the other side of the worktop. 

“Mhmm, sure.” You said with the same sarcastic tone as you watched him rummage around in the fridge for the ingredients needed for dinner, a slight smile growing on your lips. 

Gramander 101: An Introductory Fic Reclist

I’m still in disbelief that I’m actually shipping a pairing solely made up of hot standing next to each other action, and I’ve seen people wondering as well why this OTP got pretty popular in fandom. So I put together a fic reclist, because to be honest? I read one Gramander fic and that’s all it took; after that, I was immediately hooked and am so thankful we have plenty of talented artists and writers. So here’s a list, in no particular order, of some of my favorite fics that interested parties ought to check out:

1) Plan G by Aate

“Getting a certain kind of a lizard – a newt, to be precise – to sit on his face,” Kilonski said, exhaling cigarette smoke out of his nose. “Wouldn’t that rather be the point of this whole thing?”

Graves’ team of aurors conspire to try and get him and Newt together. Aate’s fics were some of the first Gramander fics i’ve ever read and I do recommend every single one of them. I remember following this fic from the first chapter all the way to the end and jumping for joy every time there was update. It’s hilarious, sweet and very, very sexy, with some well-earned smut.

2) Masquerade by prosodiical

His fingers stop there for a moment, warm against his skin, and Newt swallows, his gaze drawn to the man’s lips. “I could hardly find your knowledge irritating, lovely hippogriff.”

MACUSA has a masquerade ball and sexiness ensues. Only that summary doesn’t do this amazing story justice because the way the tension builds between them is incredible, and it’s just as romantic as it is smutty.

3) Shake Your Chains To Earth Like Dew (WIP) by Whatevergirl

The man leaned in, a charming smile on his face, “It’s nothing evil, my boy.” He leaned out to brush Newt’s hair back from his face. The young man flinched. “Nothing bad.”

So far this fic is fascinating because it provides a what-if scenario involving Newt having been taken prisoner by Grindelwald before the events of the film. The internal monologues of characters (especially Newt) are a joy to read. Will possibly contain mpreg, from the looks of it. I love everything about it so far.

4) If I Risk It All by Anonymous

He thought he had read Newt Scamander like a book. Apparently, he had thought wrong.

The quintessential smutty one-shot. Newt. Graves. wall!sex. That’s all you need to know. It’s scorchingly hot.

5) Heat of the Chase (WIP) by argentoswan

Newt felt like he had just been sized up, and had the awful, gut-wrenching feeling that Mr. Graves wasn’t impressed with what he saw.

What I love about Gramander fics is the noir vibe you get from reading about them cracking cases together. This fic so far is doing that perfectly, with just the right amount of build-up and a lot of tension. It’s realistic in that it depicts a Graves that is initially irritated by Newt. Given their personalities I think it make sense that he wouldn’t take a shine to Newt immediately. But of course, that changes eventually.

6) Whichever Way Your Body Promotes by kissingandcrying

“You could touch me,” The goblin in Graves’ brain prompts him to say. It’s tactless and straightforward, but it works.

“Could I?” Newt asks.

An incredible sex pollen fic, and probably one of the first Gramander fics to show them in an established relationship. The author has another fic that is also just as great.

7) The Case of the Missing Obscurus by manic_intent

“You find breaking the law amusing, do you?” Graves asked testily, which had the opposite desired effect. Newt smiled tentatively. Maybe Graves was losing his touch. That’s what an enforced vacation in a box did to you.

Another Gramander classic, with consultant!Newt who melts workaholic!Graves’ heart. It’s Graves-centric and the progression of his character is marvelous, with a lot of memorable scenes that you’ll be thinking about for days on end. Read manic_intent’s other Gramander fics, too!

8) Intent by Miss_Lv

He watched the way the crude language seemed to fluster Newt. “So you’ll have dinner with me tomorrow, somewhere nice, and then we’ll return here and you’ll put on a dress, look gorgeous, and I’ll fuck you again. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.”

Labelling this fic a PWP would do it a great disservice because it’s actually really plotty… While also containing 20,000 words of extremely hot porn. There’s BDSM, crossdressing and too many other kinks to mention (and Miss_Lv covers even more kinks in their other fics, read those asap too) yet you end up going “awww” because Graves and Newt just go so well together in this.

9) To Build a Home (WIP) by BeanieBaby

Newt’s mother had once told him that nothing could compare to the wonderful rush of warmth one feels upon meeting their intended for the first time. The sight of Percival Graves does not evoke any warmth in his chest.

I normally don’t go for soul mark AUs, but this is an exception. Graves and Newt dance around their feelings for each other while everyone else facepalms, but the fic also develops the other characters in the movie quite  nicely and reading this will leave you feeling fuzzy a lot like all good fics should.

10) Five kisses by Aethelar

Graves would tell Newt he loved him was interested in pursuing a relationship with him by giving him a kiss. It was classic. It was timeless. It worked in the stories, and if Newt didn’t like it then Graves would emigrate to Australia anyway so that was all fine.

I love how you can have extremely dark Gramander fics and then, on the opposite spectrum, have hilarious gems such as this one. It’s the best 5+1 fic you could ask for, wittily-written and full of lines that’ll have you laughing out loud. Aethelar’s other works are great as well.

BONUS: A Secret Chord by Anonymous

It was Newt’s face—Mercy Lewis, the person was wearing Newt’s face—now looking back at him, lips curved into a smile that wasn’t a smile. “You don’t remember? You were fucking me only hours ago.”

I had to throw this fic in because it was recently posted and it’s been haunting me ever since. Newt has an alternate personality and it’s heart-breaking and poignant. Contains references to past non-con.

anonymous asked:

Dear Duke, I have noticed something about my writing: I do not know how to conduct a dialogue. I do not know how to add an emotional "burden" to the discussion. It does not sound believable what I write. To me, it seems more like a lecture than a simple conversation. I just wanted to write engaging more with the emotional side of my characters than with the intellectual. How can I do it?

Hi! You’re in the right place because dialogue is actually my favorite thing to write and any book of mine you pick up will probably be like at least 40% people talking. Idk if this is because I did so much theatre or because I just can’t shut up, but it’s high time I did a real post about it, so:

Advice for Aspiring Authors: On Dialogue

  1. You need it so don’t resist it. Books that are just huge chunks of prose are exhausting, and if you never use dialogue you’re either (1) summarizing or (2) writing a really boring book, and either way the the result is the same. Your reader is going to be bored. Choosing the right scenic mode is important and sooner or later people are going to have to speak in the moment. 
  2. Don’t stress about speaker tags. Putting this at the top because a lot of new writers seem to get hung up on it. But I’ve already addressed this, so read this post here. Pro-tip? If you’re writing a conversation between two people or even three, you often don’t need speaker tags at all. I recently wrote a conversation that takes place over the phone which consists of about 25 lines exchanged and didn’t use a single speaker tag because it was, in all instances, obvious who was doing the talking. Later in the same MS I have a really chaotic hospital scene where like twelve people are yelling at the same time and interrupting each other and there are no speaker tags because idgaf if anybody knows who’s saying what. It should feel like chaos. (If you want a really great example of this, pick up a copy of William Faulkner’s Sanctuary and read the funeral scene.) Readers are smart. They’ll figure it out.
  3. Different people speak in different ways. Who a character is will often determine how they speak. For instance, Theodore von Wammelspout, Crown Prince of Prosenstatz, is probably going to have a very different dialect than Paw Paw O’Halloran, Louisiana shrimp fisherman. (If you want a better example of what I’m talking about, watch the movie Kingsman and pay attention to how and when Eggsy switches dialects, or read the prologue to The Taming of the Shrew and pay attention to the immediate tonal shift in Christopher Sly’s dialogue when he wakes up from a drunken stupor thinking he’s a lord.) Think about a character’s origins and upbringing and backstory when deciding how they talk.
  4. But stay away from writing dialect unless you really know what you’re doing. Don’t try to phonetically write a character’s accent or dialect unless you’re a linguist, because a lot of dropped consonants and deliberate misspellings can be really difficult to read, come out like you’re trying too hard, or even end up looking vaguely racist. If a character has an accent, find a way to tell us they have an accent and then spell all their dialogue correctly. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule–i.e, if a phonic misunderstanding is crucial to the story. But basically, unless you’re writing Trainspotting, don’t do this. What’s much better and much more effective is to describe how a character says something or what their voice sounds like. What’s the texture? The color? The temperature? A warm, rough, slow voice belongs to a different character than a cold, high, slick voice does. Or maybe the same character can switch from one to the other. Give your character’s voice the same attention you would give their body or their habits or anything else.
  5. It’s a character speaking, not the narrator. Each character should have their own voice, in the same way that each story will have a slightly different narrator, even if it’s a neutral third person narrator. Writing is all about voice and style, and part of the challenge is that you as the writer have to be a mockingbird and be able to speak in as many different voices as you have characters. It will take practice. It will require a lot of questions asked, such as “Who never says a bad word? Who swears like a sailor? Who talks in a constant, uninterrupted stream and who hardly says a word?” For an exercise, write out a plain uninteresting sentence like, “He was on his way home from the store when he got a flat tire,” the way the narrator would say it, and then rewrite it in every character’s voice. Because one character might say it just like that–”I was on my way home from the store and I got a flat tire”–and another might say, “You’re not going to fucking believe this. Okay, so I’m on my way home from the store, because we’re out of beer again, because Steve was supposed to go get more and he didn’t, the dickhead–and what happens? Well, obviously, because this worthless excuse of a city can’t be bothered to keep the roads clear, I drive right through a patch of broken glass and BANG! Blow a tire. Swear to God, I thought it was a gunshot, I nearly ran my car into a telephone pole.” If all your characters sound alike or sound like the narrator or (worse) sound like you, it’s time to stop and reevaluate. 
  6. Characters don’t speak for you. Look, unless you’re writing a really boring story it’s going to have a bunch of people in it with a bunch of different ideas and some of them should believe things that you don’t agree with or speak in a way you find objectionable. Characters are sometimes going to have to say things you find morally deplorable and they have to say them with conviction. I recently wrote a scene where my FMC’s boyfriend and her dad argue about what they’re going to do about her, like she’s not a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself. And they both say things that are utterly atrocious and that if I heard a man say in real life, I would probably punch him in the face. But that’s important. In fiction, you gotta tell it all and tell it like it is. Fiction isn’t true but it should be honest. Not every character can agree with you or with each other. (This is a big part of the reason that authorial intent is a flawed concept. An author who depicts something isn’t necessarily condoning or endorsing it.) You should be writing about difficult shit and writing about it from every vantage point and using dialogue to do that. You don’t need to agree with angelic equality crusader Nancy and homophobic Uncle Jeff equally but they need to be equally convincing. Write disagreements. Write arguments. Let characters fight and get pissed and tell each other to fuck off. It’s honest, and it’s interesting. Conflict is good.
  7. Incomplete sentences are your best friend. So are run-ons. That scene I mentioned that was 25 lines with no speaker tags? There’s also not a complete sentence in that whole exchange. We rarely speak in full correct sentences, even if we know perfectly well that what we’re saying isn’t grammatically perfect. So something like this: 
            “Seen my keys?”
            “In the basket.”
    Totally acceptable. People are lazy. They talk in fragments. Dialogue doesn’t have to be correct, because it often isn’t. Stick commas and dashes wherever the fuck you want to mimic the pattern of speech. Worry about what’s natural, not what’s correct. Sometimes what goes unsaid is just as interesting as what does get said. For instance, if Joe turns to Carol and starts to say, “Have you ever thought about–” and then never finishes the sentence, that’s going to keep a reader wondering. Has she ever thought about what? In much the same way, you can have a character ramble for an entire paragraph in an epic run-on sentence if that’s the way they talk, or if they’re distressed or upset and trying to get the words out. The last book I finished has a chapter at the end where one character literally talks without interruption for nine pages. And as insane as that sounds it’s actually totally necessary because she’s telling a story that’s important for the readers and the other characters to hear but it’s a hundred times better to hear it in her own voice, grammatical correctness be damned.
  8. Don’t try too hard to be eloquent. How many people do you know in real life who spout off perfectly articulate declarations of their feelings? Probably none. They ramble and stall and repeat themselves. Real-life conversations are not movie conversations. They’re not smooth. They’re not perfectly timed. A character just saying “Fuck me” because they have no idea what else to say is perfectly plausible (and also a great opportunity for comedy). Here’s an exercise if you’re having trouble: Make two columns on a page, and on one side write out what this character is trying to say (i.e, “I love you.” “I’ve been trying to tell you for years.” “But I’m afraid you don’t want me to.”) and on the other write out what they actually say (i.e., “I really hope you’ll stay.” “You know you’re always welcome to stay.” “I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. Just that you can. If you want to.”) Sometimes the juxtaposition between what we’re trying to say and what actually comes out is so important. So don’t worry about perfect articulation or doing justice to the “emotional burden.” Worry about the intent and the impact and how those two things align–or don’t.
  9. Read it out loud. This is one of the most important things teachers in playwriting workshops will tell you to do. Read it out loud. If it feels awkward or unnatural, it probably is. Thus also to dialogue in prose fiction. Even better option? Get a couple of friends to read it for you. This will work wonders for helping you figure out what feels awkward.
  10. HAVE FUN WITH IT. When I say dialogue is far and away my favorite thing to write, I’m not kidding at all. You can learn so much about a character or how two characters interact by how they talk to each other. Do they tease, do they nag, do they finish each other’s sentences? Do they use slang, do they slur, do they talk about celebrities they’ve never met as if they’ve known them for years and they’re the best of friends? Let their personalities shine through, because when characters speak is the only time they’re not getting filtered through a narrator, even if that narrator is themselves. Dialogue provides some of the most poignant moments of characterization you’ll ever get. So play with it. Try the same line fifty different ways until it feels right. Let your characters speak for themselves.

Good luck! Go forth and write great dialogue and have a blast doing it.

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Prompt: Captain Swan adopt a child! Thank you! xx :D

I finally did it! I hope it’s everything you wanted it to be! Thank you for being so patient while I struggled with words ahhh (also this is completely unedited so mistakes are all mine)

It’s David’s idea to allow high schoolers to come learn what it’s like at Storybrooke Sheriff’s Department. 

At first, there aren’t many serious candidates that come for an afternoon after classes are through.

Most of the kids that stop in mostly just want to hear stories from Killian and Emma about various villains they’ve had to face off against. Killian’s more than eager to comply, often weaving incredible tales that are just a little over dramatized.

It takes three weeks of the occasional interested teenager for them to get one that actually is interested in becoming a police officer.

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Your Big Fight - Tyler Joseph Imagine

Imagine- You and your boyfriend Tyler get in a big fight. (Happy ending)
Requested by; moose-on-the-l00se

Triggers- Almost abuse??, Cursing

Note- Okay this probably sucks buuuut here?? :,))
I wasn’t comfortable having Tyler slap the reader and them getting back together, so I hope this is fine?? Honestly I don’t even know how I feel about him almost slapping her, but I hope you like this anyways.
Also i’m so sorry for the crappy title god nsndjdjdei

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Tyler was yelling. You hated when he yelled. You didn’t even know what you two were fighting about, only that Tyler was furious. He’s never been like this before, and he almost scared you. He did scare you.
“Fuck it all!” You heard him scream, throwing down a lamp he got from a table and you watched as it smashed into the ground, tiny glass shards from the lightbulb scattering all over the floor.
You backed up against the wall, frightened for life. You’ve never been this scared. You stomach twisted in a knot as you looked into Tyler’s dark chocolate eyes, trying to find something other than anger.
He raised his hand to the air and you whimpered. Immediately Tyler’s face softened, realizing what he was doing. Worry and guilt clouded his eyes and he lowered his hand. All you could do is slowly slide down the wall so that you were now sitting, tears streaming down your face.
He fell by your side, “Oh my god, y/n, I-I-”
“Get away from me,” You managed to choke out, and you were surprised that Tyler even heard you. His eyes filled with tears and he slowly backed away, respecting your space and hanging his head low.
“I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, y/n,” You could tell he was choking on his own words, on his own breath.
Before he could say anything else you gathered all the energy you had and ran for the front door, shards of glass pushing into your feet painfully, but you didn’t care.
You barely heard Tyler calling after you as you ran out of the house into the chilly night. The cold air bit at your skin. You didn’t bother to stop and get in the car and continued for as long as your tired and cut feet would take you, and you found yourself in front of your best friend’s house.
You slowly walked up the steps to the house and hesitantly rang the door bell. When the door opened you saw Josh’s confused and surprised face. You realized you probably looked like a mess.
“Y/n? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You could see the worry etched in his face.
“C-can I come inside?” You could feel your eyes starting to tear up again, but held them back.
“Of coarse,” Josh stepped out of your way and you walked inside, falling onto the couch, and sobbed.
Josh was by your side in a flash, letting you cry into his shoulder. He didn’t ask any questions, and just rubbed your back until you got everything out.
When you were finally empty of tears, Josh looked at you expectantly.
When he realized you weren’t going to talk, he spoke, “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? Why aren’t you with Tyler?”
Your breathing hitched at his name, and Josh must have noticed.
“Did he do something…?”
You took a deep, shaky breath before finally speaking in a croaky voice, “I-it started out with us fighting for some stupid reason, I don’t remember what it was…,” You breathed in and out before continuing, telling Josh everything, beginning to end.
When you were finished, Josh was silent. You didn’t like how silent it was. You could have sworn you’d have been able to hear the pit-pat of a mouse’s feet walking by.
“Tyler did that?” He finally whispered. You couldn’t do anything out look down into your lap, fiddling your thumbs.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry…. I swear to god if he shows up here I’m going to beat him up,” You could tell he was dead serious by his tone.
“How about you get some rest, okay? You can sleep in my bed.”
“W-where will you sleep?”
“The couch will be fine. It’s not like I haven’t fallen asleep on here before,” He gave you a small smile, though it wasn’t exactly filled with happiness.
When you nodded your head and got up in your feet, you were quickly on the ground, the glass shards in your feet too painful to walk.
Josh slightly gasped.
“We need to get your feet cleaned up,” He picked you up and took you to the bathroom and cleaned them, then taking you to his bed and letting you borrow some of his clothes to sleep in, then he left you alone in the dark room.
You jumped at every small sound, still a bit shaky. You tried to get everything off your mind, but it was overwhelming.
Moments later the door bell rang, and you heard Josh open the door.
“Tyler, what do you think your doing here!? You better get the fuck away before I tear you to pieces,” his voice was muffled but you could still hear it clear enough to tell he was enraged.
“Please, Josh, I need to talk to y/n, I-”
“No way! I know what you did. You’re not going near her.”
“I just need to tell her I’m sorry…. I swear I didn’t mean anything!” His voice was desperate.
“Goodbye, Tyler,” The door closed.

*Tyler*

Tyler fell backwards onto his back as the door slammed into his face. He stayed on the cool pavement for several minutes, his eyes red and puffy from crying. There was a black hole inside his chest consuming every considerably good feeling inside him until he felt numb.
“I really fucked up,” He shakily whispered to himself, rubbing his tear filled eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Shit, y/n deserves so much better than an asshole like me.”
He really didn’t want to hurt y/n, he would rather die than harm her. She was his whole world, always there, for the good and bad times and always cheering Tyler on. Guilt ate at his heart.
Tyler finally got up, staring at the front door a moment longer before slowly walking away from the house, his shoes scraping against the ground.

*Y/n*

The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed, walking into the kitchen and helping yourself to a cup of coffee, though you didn’t drink much.
You sat on the table, staring inside your mug when you heard shuffling in front of you. You looked up to see Josh.
“You doing okay?”
You shrugged, “Better than before, i guess.”
He gave you a sympathetic look before getting himself some coffee and cereal and sat down in the chair next to you.
“I should probably stay at a hotel or something for awhile, instead of bothering you, being here…,” You said, still staring at our coffee.
“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, y/n. You’re not bothering anyone, I promise,” You let out a small breath as Josh said that.
“Thanks,” You murmured, genuinely thankful for your friend.

A week has passed and you were still at Josh’s. You mostly stayed in bed all day and haven’t gone out of the house at all since you came, though Josh tried to urge you to get out and do something. You knew it was unhealthy but you didn’t feel like doing anything, not even take a shower.
To make everything worse, Tyler sent you at least one text a day saying he was sorry. You knew he was. You knew he felt guilty and that he never wanted to hurt you, but you didn’t know if you could ever look at him the same again. He almost hit you, how could you? But he has been the love of your life for the longest time, also. You felt trapped and confused. You didn’t know what you should do next.
On the 9th day, Josh finally got you to take a shower, eat, and get out of the house to watch a movie to get your mind off things.
The movie was nice and you laughed for the first time in awhile. Getting out of the house wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, but the feeling of being lost was still there.
After the movie the two of you went to Starbucks and sat down at a table inside.
“Are you feeling any better?” Josh hadn’t asked any questions all day, which you where thankful for, until now.
“Well, now that I got out of the house, yea,” you smiled.
“See? I told you it wasn’t good to stay home all day,” He smiled back at you.
A moment later you saw a familiar face walk through the door of the building. You eyes widened and you suddenly felt exposed and out in the open. You tried to shrink into the chair.
When Josh turned around to see what was wrong, he spotted him too.
“Oh… Y/n, we can go if you-”
“Y/n?” Tyler interrupted, slowly walking towards you, like he was unsure. He was a mess, like he hadn’t gotten out of the house recently either. His eyes were dull and it looked like he’s been wearing the same thing for awhile. You realized he probably wasn’t taking the situation well either. It hurt to see him like this.
“U-uh, Tyler….,” You didn’t know what to say.
“We can go if you want, y/n,” Josh said gently.
“N-no, it’s fine,” It wasn’t fine, not really.
Before Josh could say anything else, Tyler spoke up.
“Y/n, I, uh…,” Tears were forming in his eyes. You could tell he was trying to stay strong, “I’m sorry. I’m really really really sorry. I-I’ve been doing everything I can to make sure it never happens again. To like, control my anger I guess. I’m even looking into yoga, I-”
“Tyler, I think you should go,” Josh interrupted when he saw your breathing becoming faster and tears forming in your eyes.
“But,” He looked at you, waiting for you to step in.
“I think you should go,” You choked out quietly.
You didn’t look up at Tyler, you couldn’t, but you could practically feel his face crumble.
“Okay,” You barely heard what he said before he slowly walked away, out of the shop without ordering anything.
Josh looked at you with a concerned face, “Y/n, are you okay?”
“Can we just go?”
He nodded and you both walked out of Starbucks, and drove back to Josh’s house.

The next day, Tyler didn’t text you at all. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or upset. Either way, you were heart broken. You knew it was extremely selfish, but you couldn’t help it.
He didn’t text the day after that either.
And when he didn’t text the next day, you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t live without Tyler. You needed him and he needed you.
You practically ran into the living room, dressed and ready to go.
“Josh?” You called. You had to tell him where you were going first.
He looked back from where he sat on the couch, probably watching a Netflix show on the TV or something.
“I-I need to go see Tyler.”
You held your breath as you waited for a response.
“Are you sure?” He finally asked.
“Yes,” You said instantly, probably a little too quickly.
Josh looked hesitant as he stood from the couch.
“Okay, do you want me to drive you?”
“No, I’ll be fine. It’s not that far of a walk,” Really, you just wanted to go alone.
“Y/n, please be safe,” He gave you a tight hug.
“I will be. I promise,” You couldn’t help but smile a little when hugging him back.
Then you were out the door and on your way.

You hesitantly made your way up the steps to the house and rang the doorbell. You were so confident before, but now all the confidence has drained out of you.
When the door opened, Tyler wore a surprised face. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“Y/n….”
All you could do was run up to him and put your hands around his neck, and you started crying into his chest.
You felt his two arms wrap around you.
“Hey, It’s gonna be okay,” His voice was shaky, but you believed him.
You were home again.

Not As Good As Her

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Hello! This is a cheating fic about Josh Dun x Reader. I am an angst whore, so this is really angsty. This is only my second top fic, so go easy on me! There will be a second part!

If you don’t like angst, you can check out my other fic Unknown Number.


You had fallen in love with Josh Dun, the drummer of twenty one pilots. How you ended up with him was a mystery to you, because he was way out of your league, but for some reason, he had feelings for you too, and you had been in a relationship for a year now. He had been on tour recently and had just came home. He had been acting weird ever since he got back. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong, and you decided to try and make him feel better, or make up for whatever you had done.

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In my dream, the celebrity turns to his assistant and he’s like, ‘That guy. Who is that guy?’

And it’s me! The assistant leads him over and the dream skips ahead to where the celebrity is like, ‘I’m glad I met you.’

But there’s no recollection of what I said! My stupid, slumbering brain has skipped ahead!

So when I meet the celebrity a few weeks later, I decide to make a move. “To hell with my brain,” I think. “Who needs it?”

“I’m a fan of your work,” I say and the celebrity smiles and shakes my hand. Mission accomplished? But wait! He’s leaving!

“My friend Kevin is also a fan of your work,” I quickly add. “Well, he was anyway. Kevin died recently.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” says the celebrity. And in a moment that I later learn to be incredibly rare for this particular celebrity or any, for that matter, he insists on attending my friend’s wake the very next day. He won’t take no for an answer.

Back at home I tell Kevin about the celebrity and he’s like ‘who?’

“What do you mean, who? Are you crazy! He’s in that movie where he turns out to be a robot! He thinks his family is a robot, but then HE’S a robot!”

Kevin frowns. “I don’t know…”

“He’s also in that movie where he’s a substitute teacher!”

“Haven’t seen it.”

“But you HAVE seen it! He’s a substitute teacher and the kids are really disruptive at first, but he senses that their bad behavior is a defensive mechanism for something deeper, remember!? Then he uses alternative methods to teach the kids math! Damn it! He teaches them math and they win the competition against a school with arguably better resources!”

“Stop shouting.”

“I’m not shouting!”

In the end Kevin agrees to lie motionless in a rented casket in our living room, but only for as long as the celebrity is there.

“You won’t regret this!”

But he does regret it. Because when the celebrity shows up, he’s so saddened by the small turnout that he decides to hang around far longer than the hour he’d originally offered. He checks in on me regularly and even comments on my surprisingly calm demeanor.

“I guess it hasn’t hit me yet.”

And so two hours turns into four and pretty soon it’s just me and the celebrity sitting in our living room. I laugh at his jokes, but deep down I’m nervous because if Kevin dozes off and starts snoring, it’s all over. And if it’s all over, I’ll be a nobody again.

“I’d like to be there when you bury him,” the celebrity announces. “If it’s okay.”

And I guess Kevin finally did doze off because there was nothing even close to a protest when we closed the casket lid the next morning and not a peep when we buried him at 9am on the dot.

“Is there a way to sort of loosely put the dirt on?” I whispered to the groundskeeper after the prayer. “So that if we needed to dig him up for any reason, it would be quick?”

But there wasn’t and I could only watch helplessly as they shoveled dirt onto Kevin, who was probably awake by now, possibly even screaming or thrashing around like a rabid fox.

“Let’s get breakfast,” said the celebrity when it was all over. But, man! That was the last straw.

“Breakfast!?” I shouted. “Are you crazy!?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You think because you’re famous you can just waltz into peoples’ lives like a spectator!? Oh wow! Hey! Look at me, everybody! I’m famous! I’m a big time celebrity and everybody loves me! Hey, your friend died? That’s soooooo sad! Oh! But, can I come!?”

He left pretty quickly after that; just marched on over to his expensive car and as soon as he was out of sight, I dropped to the ground and started pawing frantically at the dirt, shoveling and shoveling until I eventually reached my friend’s coffin. I pried open the lid and sure enough, he was mad. Same old Kevin.

These days, whenever that celebrity pops up in a new movie or TV show, it’s hard to even watch without thinking back to what an oddball he was. I also think about a joke that Kevin made on the way to breakfast that morning. Something about how when his time is actually up, at least he’s a step ahead of all of us because he’ll definitely have to pay for that coffin.

Or at least I think he said that. Maybe I just needed him to make that joke.

Cosmicguro’s (very old and very regret filled) Ereri Rec List

I’ve spent more time reading ereri fics than I have actually watching the show, here are my favorites.

It’s Fine  This one almost made me cry???? It’s not really even that sad I’m just lame. 

Isn’t that a cliché for you; the teacher falling in love with the student. I hated myself for it. I hated how I wasn’t just romantically attracted to him anymore, but physically as well. Mornings became awkward for me as I found myself having more cold showers than warm. Though I was ashamed to say sometimes I just didn’t even bother and gave in, imaging his breath on my face and his hand around me as I pumped myself under the sheets. 

1/1 Chapters, Mature rating. 10173 Words.

Wayward Wings Really cute and fluffy wing fic. 

As he straightened up, his wing jerked, and Eren stiffened as he felt it smack into something—or rather, someone.

“I’m so sorry!” he burst out, but as he whirled around, his wings gave another spasm and hit Corporal Levi in the face. Again. “Sorry!”

He held his wings stiff against his back, though he could feel them straining to move, as he stared at Corporal Levi.

Corporal Levi, whose face and hair were now half-covered in mud. Corporal Levi, whose expression hadn’t changed but who was more likely than not livid. Oh.

1/1 Chapters, Teen and up rating, 2963 Words

My Home Is Where Your Heart Is Smol Mikasa kills me

Single father Levi is left scrambling to find an after school daycare for his daughter, Mikasa, when his regular babysitter announces that her husband’s job is being relocated. The only problem - they’re all far more expensive than he can afford.

The solution to his dilemma comes in the form of a college student, Eren, who will do it for a fraction of the cost - as long as Levi will save him from a steady diet of ramen and pop-tarts by feeding him dinner every night before he leaves.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit rating,  14683 Words

Stay For As Long As You Have Time So fluffy and domestic, I love every bit of it. 

It was on these benches and paths that he spent most of his time, wandering around and letting the wind take him wherever he so chose. Mikasa had always scolded him for doing this; after all, she said, wandering around the school at night wasn’t the safest thing to do. But it was daytime when Eren first saw him, so she had no right to criticize.

1/1 Chapters, Explicit rating, 12730 Words

taking flight I’m always a slut for wing fics

“Touch his wings. I dare you.”

In which Levi has (really pretty) wings, Jean is an asshole and Eren can’t resist a dare. [Levi/Eren], wingfic AU.

1/1 Chapters, General rating,  1680 words

Overdose This one is really hot and the god like au is a nice change from what I usually read. 

Eren Jaeger was fucked. Ironically in both the figurative and literal sense.
On the one hand, there was the misfortune of having made a colossally stupid bet with one Jean Kirschtein involving the two of them racing to get laid ASAP. If he failed that, he would be figuratively fucked.
On the other hand, if he were to succeed in completing the bet, he would be well and truly fucked in the most literal sense of the word.

7/? Chapters, Explicit rating, 56399 Words

Here are my absolute favorites out of this list, they are some of the most amazing things I have ever read and they fucked me up emotionally. 

When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful This one, this one right here. I have no idea what to say to describe just how amazing this fic is. The mental manipulation in it just fucks me up. 

Levi never wants Eren to grow up.

“Let’s see if I can make you pretty again.”

TW: Pedophilia and slight mental manipulation, and kinda yandere!levi

1/1 Chapters, Explicit Rating,  2323 Words.

time after time Cheesy pet shop au? Sign me the fuck up.

“Who tells someone they look like a cat?”

“No, I said the cat looked like you,” Eren corrects, looking back to the cat and ignoring Levi’s mounting confusion.

1/1 Chapters, Not rated, 5003 Words.

Art of war  Claps hands together This right here is so cute I almost died.

Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word ‘fuck’, hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, “recreational” drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don’t eat the stew), nice abs, housewives–batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings.
A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi’s.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit Rating, 52597 Words

King of Carrot Flowers Yassssssssssssss

It’s a Sunday. He’s washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that’s going on across the street.

(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren’s father has recently passed away.)

13/13 Chapters, Mature Rating, 23637 Words

1994 This is pretty famous in the fandom so you’ve probably heard of it, but it’s really good. 

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street… 

26/26 Chapters, Explicit, 124249 Words

half light I’m currently re-reading this one because it’s so amazing. 

He wouldn’t say that they’re friends, really. They’re not quite just acquaintances either; the more he thinks about it, Eren’s not sure how to describe their relationship. They sort of… tolerate each other, in different ways.

But yeah, the more he thinks about it (and he does think about it quite often), Eren thinks that he’d like for them to be friends.

(AU where Eren tries to figure out what you do when friendly feelings turn into something more.)

22/22 Chapters, Not Rated, 66199 Words.

Now here comes my all time favorite Ereri fic in the entire world

Disobey me This fic is so amazingly written, has a fantastic plot and portrays the characters so well. I am so happy I found this fic! If you read it tell her I sent you! :> 

After countless months of depression from the death of his mother, Eren had decided to start anew. First step was simple, go back to school. Now, normal students would followed the rules and went about their daily school lives in peace but Eren was no ordinary boy. Different than others, he is passionate, courageous, and disobedient, and his English teacher became well aware of that. But there is another side of him that no one, not even Eren himself, is aware of. Everyone has their secrets, and with each confession comes more answers as to what the hell his father did.

A story about a stubborn young adult, who has an impulsive drive for justice, that gets himself into more trouble than anyone could have ever imagined.

(That one fic that says it’s a High School AU and ends up having a ridiculous amount of other themes that eventually take over. Also, there is a lot of fluff.)

19/?  Chapters (On Going), Explicit Rating, 126155 words.

I can not stress how magnificent this is.

That’s it for my Ereri Fanfic Rec list. If any of the links do not work then please message me. 

[fic] we can go halfers on the consequence

desperate to get the too-dense leo to notice him, guanghong agrees to a fake relationship with phichit to make him jealous - so why’s seunggil the one acting so weird? a tale of romantic incompetence, cultural confusion, and asians being allergic to feelings.

(on ao3)

“In the dictionary, the definition of ‘flirt’ is just my picture,” Guanghong says.

“I don’t think you’re a flirt,” Phichit says from the other end of the phone.

“Not the noun,” Guanghong says. He’s nineteen and has never been on a date - he’s definitely not a flirt. “What does 'to flirt’ mean?”

“Well, flirting is basically telling someone you like them without actually telling them, right?”

“Exactly,” Guanghong says. “That’s my specialty.”

“This is about Leo, isn’t it.”

Guanghong groans and flops back onto his pillows. Phichit laughs. “You should just tell him.”

“That’s not what the magazines say,” Guang mumbles. He covers his face with his hands. “And I’m too shy.”

He’s not sure when it began, but it’s been a while since he started crushing on his best friend. Every touch feels like static crackling on his skin and makes his heart beat as fast as love songs say they should. When the realisation finally hit him, he avoided talking to Leo for weeks, unable to even form a coherent English sentence around him. He’d only blurted the truth out to Phichit after Phichit confronted him, concerned about the state of their friendship.

Guanghong apologised to Leo, saying he’d been busy (this through text because he was still playing hide-and-seek with his grammar every time Leo was around), and they returned to their normal patterns.

Well, mostly normal. Along with English, eye contact seems to be one of the skills Guanghong’s feelings conveniently threw down a well. Sometimes, he finds his gaze lingering on Leo, unable to stop looking at the nape of his neck, his collarbones and clavicle, his calloused hands and long fingers. Other times, he can’t make eye contact without his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

“Maybe you haven’t done enough,” Phichit suggests.

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Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

Fall For You (M) | 02

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 10,272
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to-

Part 01. Part 03

It wasn’t over.

After your night with Jungkook he was on your mind more than ever. You didn’t go to any parties in the following days, but you couldn’t help but think of him during the evening, of if he was drinking to get drunk or to maintain appearances as he brought another girl to his bed. The idea of him, wrapped around a random girl, his tongue shoved down her throat, didn’t bother you.

No, what angered you was how he continued to consume your thoughts, even though you hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone else.

It wasn’t fair.

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saltoverboard  asked:

Where Nico is in the army and he comes back after 4 years to finally start college and he is Will's roommate

look at me actually doing another one of my prompts so soon after i did the last one

i gotta admit i thought ths prompt was great but i wasn’t expecting it to get so out of hand. like. it’s so long. normally i post from mobile but here i am actually on a computer to add in a cut beCASUSE IT’S SO UNBELIEVABLY LONG brace yourself

also the last time i tried to add in a cut something weird happened where it wouldn’t show what i had written after the cut so if anything weird like that happens again don’t be afraid to let me know like ya’ll did last time

also before we get started: ((tw)) there’s some kinda graphic nightmares and one of the characters has a panic attack. just a psa for anyone who’s sensitive to that kind of stuff



The reassimilation process was something Nico had not looked forward to. Seeing friends after years of being apart, eating his favorite sugary cereal, taking naps whenever he wanted? Easy. Getting to know what life was like without fear? Probably a bit harder.

Nico had snuck into the army when he should’ve been a senior in high school. Of course, he was found out a bit later on and forced to complete his studies online.

(Which seemed very stupid to Nico at the time. War was happening right in front of everyone’s faces, but they were focusing on the meaningless studies of a kid who didn’t care too much about stuff like that. And then the war ended and suddenly Nico had no clue what to do with himself. He was glad the Sargent Reyna had forced him to finish high school.)

Without the rigidity of the army and the war providing Nico with some sort of purpose, he found himself enrolling in a quiet university to maybe get a degree in psychology or some other -ology. Tuition was free thanks to his four year service, and nothing was really holding him back, so he just decided to full on commit and live in the dorms.

Maybe communal living would help the assimilation process.

Nico had expected a roommate who talked little to him and minded his own business because Nico could get scary. What he did not expect was a boy the human equivalent of a Labrador retriever who only ceased to be quiet when he slept throwing paper planes at the ceiling and asking about the meaning of shades of the same color in different contexts.

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