i wish i could have been there to watch him

Langst

Yall imagine Lance slowly realizing that Matt is taking over his place. At first it was with Shiro and Pidge, he over heard them say “wow you might just be out next sharp shooter with that aim you got there.” At first he ignores it and thinks that they both just missed Matt and know that he’s the team’s sharpshooter. Right? Then it was Keith he knew that him and Keith didn’t have the best of relationships but he hoped that Keith at least counted him as a close friend because he was practically family to Lance. He noticed during they invited Matt to a practice training simulation. He heard Keith talking with Matt while they were taking a break. “Wow your really good, you’re even better than Lance and he’s been a paladin for quite sometime. If you guys had a fight you’d probably win!” He knew that Keith didn’t mean that but it still hurt him, he knew that he wasn’t the best when it came to hand to hand combat he was better when it was long-distance. That was the day Lance realized that maybe he should also work hard and become better hand to hand combat. Then it was Allura and Coran, they quickly took a liking to the green paladins brother and often watched him interact they were becoming very secretive and we’re always looking at Lance with judgemental and sorry eyes and he had no idea why until one night. He was up late like always his insomnia preventing him to sleep so he figured he might as well practice on his hand to hand combat skills. On the way there he usually stops at the kitchen to get a water bottle or at least what they thought was a water bottle. He stopped when he heard and oran speaking in hushed voices in the kitchen he was about to leave them to their own private business until he heard them mention his name. “ -Lance. We don’t know what will happen. We don’t even know how the blue lion will react! Coran they have the most powerful bond out of the whole team. Quiznak! We know that if Matt joins the team then that means that we can-” He stopped listening after that he quickly left tears were forming but he quickly wiped them away because he knew that crying solves nothing. He went to the training deck and worked out his worries,sadness, and his anger. He didn’t stop until Hunk stopped the sequence. “Hey Lance go take a shower and go get some sleep alright. I don’t know how long you’ve been in here but go take a rest.” “your right hunk thanks for being here for m-” “-also i just wanna practice with matt he’s so cool he’s teaching me how to get better at hand to hand combat and were going to cook together! Isn’t that so exciting Lance wow i’m so excited-” By that time Lance had already ran off reality hitting him hard and that was when lance realised that he was no longer the 7th wheel. That was when he realised that he wasn’t even apart of this wheel anymore he had fallen off bored of the ship and no one had let go of the wheel to come get him. Lance had become more closed off and was always in his room unless it was for training or bonding exercises. He was waiting counting the days and it finally came he thought he could do this but knew deep inside him that he wasn’t prepared at all for this. It was right after dinner when Allura approached him. At first he was surprised because these couple of days he was the one who started intereactactions with the others but the surprises quickly faded and he realized that today was the day he’s thrown off the team. He was surprised that it last them this long to kick him off the team. Allura looked very uncomfortable so he decided he would be the first one to start this conversation “What did you want to tell me?” “This isn’t easy to say but i have to do what’s best for the team” “I trust you Allura. Do what you gotta do after all you’re the one who started this adventure i guess you can also be the one to finish ot am i right?” he laughed weakly. He saw a look of shock come from Allura and the gazes of everyone on him. “Matt will be the new blue paladin. He is good at piloting, is resources and knows how to shoot and fight. He will be a great asset to Voltron. While you were..” “..just a fill in until someone better comes along yeah i understand.After all i’m just a seventh wheel or now an eighth wheel since we have Matt.” He smiled at her masking his pain and feelings just like always. He looked at her again and said “ so when do I leave?” “She looked at him in surprise clearly not expecting him to be this calm. “I umm what?” She told him clearly dumbfounded. “I noticed that you we were getting closer to our galaxy and was getting ready because I knew this was going to happy so I was honestly just waiting for you guys to tell me. If I’m honest I’ve been knowing for quite some time.” “I umm we- yes indeed we will get there in 4 hours of your human time” “Okay then if no one minds I would like to spend my last couple of hours with blue please that’s the only wish I have.” “Yes please do as you wish with your last ricks here on the ship” They all watched him go a heavy feeling in there heart and with tears in there eyes. “Allura when we talked we didn’t mean this quick what happens to slow but steady!?” Whisper-shouted pudge “In times like this it’s best to rip the bandaid young paladins.” Said Coran in his authority voice. “Should we check up on him? Or do we just let him go?” “I agree with hunk what can we do as the leader we can’t let his last hours be like this can we?” “I have been so busy I don’t even know how he’s been I don’t even know if he’s eaten I’d been to caught up- oh no what if hates me I can’t can I please talk to him.” “I’m sorry hunk but this goes for all of us we should respect lances wishes but we can watch him from the cameras?” They all fled to the front of the castle where they all could watch the cameras. There they saw Lance walking to his room and then coming out with a suitcase and a green ribbon. From there they saw him walk to the hangers and expected the worse.

Lance had a feeling they were probably watching him to make sure he didn’t break down but was quickly reminded that no one has been paying attention to him these two weeks. He walked to his room got his suitcase filled with memories and a green ribbon or the sleeve to his favorite green jacket. He walked to the hanger where blue was. These past week she has been a peaceful humming sound for when he cries which is most nights. “Hey girl” his voice cracking as he goes to sit down in front of her with his head resting against her mouth. Oh god it hasn’t even been a minute and he’s already about to break down. “I need you to listen okay, I’m leaving I’ve finally been kicked off the team so you know what that means” he says while whipping the tears off his checks. The blue lion humming soft but with a hint of anger still listening. “I’m sorry I’m okay just let me calm down.” She hummed softly as he took a deep breath. “Since I’ve been kicked off that means I have to leave you and wait before you do anything please listen to me. I know we just met but I love you you’ve been there with me through many battles mentally and physically and your always calming me down when I get to worked up and I don’t know if I mean a lot to you but I hope I do because right your all I have. I want you to treat Matt good okay because he’s been through a lot and he’s better than me. I’m returning to earth which means you won’t be inside my head which means you won’t be able to feel me anymore so please don’t panic okay. Here’s a piece of my favorite jacket for my favorite girl.” As he got up to tie his jacket that was he realized that blue was whimpering he was so caught up on not crying that he didn’t realize that blue herself had started crying. He dropped to his knees and hugged her as he broke down. Blue telling him to fly away with her but he knew he couldn’t, he knew the consequence and broke down even more. After a couple of minutes he backed up and sat down in front of her agin ready to speack again. Blue was still unstable and was making sounds that sounded if she was crying that broaght the other lions closer to them. They all knew how powerful Lance and blues relationship was and even felt sorrow for Lance leaving. “ h-hey g-girl don’t cry come on if you cry I’ll c-cry m-m-more p-please b-blue” He waited for her as more tears spilled to his checks but he felt more calmed down now. Only when her cries turned into whimpers is when he continued. “Hey I have to do what’s best for voltron and if this is the best then I have to leave okay I love you blue and please cooperate with the other lions when it comes to forming voltron okay and please cooperate with Matt. I’m leaving now because it’s been 3 hours and a half okay and I don’t want to face anyone else. As you know I hate goodbyes but I always know who to say goodbye to when the time comes for one.”
The other paladins abd alteans watched from the “living room” of the castle full out crying trying to overcome the power to go and hug the blue paladin. The paladins all feel guilty and angry about the situation and can feel their lions grief but deep down inside they know this is for the best. Pidge was was tugged deep into a hug with hunk when they both saw Lance cry. Hunk had only seen Lance cry this hard when his abuelita died but this, this he decided was the worst feeling.

YALL ITS 3 IN THE MORNING AND J AHVENT SLEPT GOKD FOR THE PAST 5 DAYS

-edit; hey I just wanted to say that I was inspired by @langsty-mc-langstface post that was called seventh wheel-
Intoxicated

Jughead x reader

In which the reader gets drunk after an argument with Jughead, and he has to look after her.

Warnings: drinking

*requested*


“You will fail this class if you don’t get your grade up, do you understand that?” My teacher asked me, and I rubbed my face, feeling a headache coming on.

“Yes, I understand. I’ll try harder.” I told him. He excused me and I traipsed through the hallway, running through the seemingly endless list of things I had to do. I had signed up for too many advanced classes and extra curriculars, and I was swamped.

I had to talk to two other teachers and catch up on a project, before I could finally go and meet my boyfriend, and hopefully get something to eat. Unfortunately, this did not go to plan. I knew as soon as I walked into the room that Jughead was angry with me. He saw me enter and was immediately on his feet and walking towards me, seething. I stopped in my tracks and desperately tried to rack my brains for whatever I had done.

“Where were you?” He demanded, and I floundered under his gaze, combing through my calendar in my mind to remember what I had missed. I stuttered, and he shook his head disbelievingly. “You don’t even remember what you missed, do you?” He asked. I opened my mouth, but the answer didn’t come to me.

“Um… Was it…” I started helplessly, but couldn’t finish. He looked away from me.

“You know what, it doesn’t matter.” He began to turn away from me, but I desperately ran around him, blocking his exit.

“No, Jughead, please… I’m sorry, I’ve been so caught up in my work. Just tell me what it was, please.” I begged him, holding my hands out to stop him from leaving. He sighed.

“My presentation. You were going to practice it with me before the lesson.”

My stomach dropped as I remembered. Jughead had been so nervous for it, and had only calmed down when I promised to rehearse it with him and help him. I closed my eyes, hitting myself for forgetting something so important to him.

“Jug, I am so-“

“I had to do it without you, Y/N. You promised you’d help me.” He said angrily.

“I know, I know I did. I had to talk to my teachers and I just got caught up.” I tried to explain myself.

‘Yeah you said.” He snapped. “Look, you’re my girlfriend, and I only trusted you to practice it with me. I needed you, and you weren’t there.” My breath caught in my throat at his words. He was right.

“Jughead…” I started, but didn’t know what to say.

“Whatever.” He muttered, pushing past me. “See you.” And with that he was gone. I stared at the space he had left, berating myself. I sighed, picking my bag up and walking to my next lesson. All through the class, I reprimanded myself over and over, wishing I had done today differently.

After school, I saw him leaving and wanted to catch up with him, but I had to go to a tutoring session. I watched helplessly as he walked away from me again, wondering how I would make it up to him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could have done things differently. I could have set an alarm on my phone, or just been more organized, and Jughead and I would probably be together right now. The stress of the argument with Jughead and my workload, as well as my general anxiety built up when I got home, and I had to forget, so I took a bottle from my parent’s cupboard and started drinking. I didn’t know what it was, but it burnt my throat, made my eyes water, and worked quickly.

I grew flustered and warm, the alcohol and my thoughts overwhelming me, and so I walked into my dark backyard, letting the cold air float over me. I sat on the icy stone steps of my garden and tried to drink my reality away as the sky darkened. It didn’t take a lot of alcohol for me to start crying. I raised my hand to my forehead, clenching my teeth. How could I have done this to Jughead? He had been there for me so many times, and I let him down. I continued drinking, drowning in my guilt and misery. My self-deprecation reached a climax as I vividly replayed the day’s events in my head, Jughead’s words running over and over in my head.

You promised

I needed you and you weren’t there

You weren’t there

You weren’t there

You weren’t there

The late-night air grew freezing, but the hot liquid inside my body made me unaware of my numb appendages and chattering teeth. That was until my trembling fingers failed to properly grasp the neck of the bottle, and it slipped out of my grasp and onto the dark stone. It shattered violently and glass flew everywhere, startling me and snapping me out of my thoughts. I opened my mouth, my eyes wide at the amber liquid spreading out across the steps. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and looked down to find a small piece of glass caught in my skin, with a trail of blood leaking out. I pulled it out without thinking, ignoring the pain as I struggled to stand. I needed to talk to him. I needed to apologise. I jumped up and ran up the steps, stumbling when I reached the top. My head felt hollow and I think my hand was still bleeding but I couldn’t tell. Find Jughead.

I found myself at the drive in, where I knew he’d be. I blundered towards the door of the screening room. I was sober enough to know that I was drunk, but my thoughts weren’t clear.

I knocked anxiously on the door, leaning against the wall and feeling utterly desperate. After a few moments, the door swung open and there Jughead was, in all his glory. His hair was a mess and he was in sweatpants, his feet bare and his eyes tired. As I soon as I saw him, the floodgates opened. In my intoxicated state I began desperately rambling and crying at the same time.

“Jughead, oh my god, I had to find you, because- because I need to talk to you. I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot, and I hate myself and I don’t even know what time it is, but I messed up and I have to fix it.” Hot tears were streaming down my face, and I was struggling to take breaths between what I was saying. His eyes were wide, and he opened his mouth to say something but I couldn’t stop talking. “I was so, so stupid to forget about your thing, your presentation, I wish I hadn’t done that, and I just really need you to listen to me and I need you to forgive me. I’m an idiot, and I hate myself but I need you.” I stopped talking and continued crying, vaguely aware that most of what I had just said had been unintelligible.

“Okay, okay.” Jughead’s calm voice broke through my stupor as he grabbed my arms and pulled me inside. He pushed me gently onto his bed and kneeled in front of me. I tried to calm myself down but I couldn’t seem to slow my breathing.

“Are you drunk?” He asked me in a deliberate way, as if he already very well that I was. I didn’t answer but just stared at the floor, my breaths uneven. He sighed, standing up and moving around the small room. He came back with a glass of water and put it in my hand, making sure my fingers were tightly grasped around it before he let go.

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” He caught my hand gently and brought it towards him, studying the cut and frowning. He looked up at me, but I just shrugged helplessly, unable to answer him. He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I’ll get something for that, just… drink this.” He sounded disappointed, and I was reminded of how much he was supposed to hate me at that moment. I threw back the water, downing it in the hopes that it would stop how I was feeling. I set the empty glass down and put my head in my hands, feeling sick and dizzy all of a sudden.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had let Jughead down, and tears began to slip down my face again, my whole body shaking. I heard him exhale as he sat down next to me on the single bed.

“Y/N.” I screwed my eyes shut, trying to shut him, and everything else I was feeling out. “Y/N.” He said louder, and I looked up at him, sniffing. He held up what looked like a bandage. “Give me your hand.”

I held my arm towards him and he delicately took my hand in his own. I watched him as he cleaned it, but he didn’t look up at me once, keeping his eyes on what he was doing. I didn’t even wince as he poured alcohol on it, the burning sensation nothing compared to the pain in my head. He finished, gently pressing a bandage onto the cut and making sure it was stuck down properly before finally looking up at me. I left my hand in his as he stared at me, his light eyes studying my face before meeting mine. I took a deep breath, determined to make him hear me this time.

“Jughead.” I tried to force the whirlwind of thoughts in my head into coherent sentences. “I am so sorry.” My lip shook and tears built in my eyes again. “I let you down, and I have no excuse. You… you needed me and I wasn’t there.” A tear slipped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” I looked him in the eye, trying to get across how serious I was. There was quiet for a moment as he looked at me, nodding his head ever so slightly. He was still holding my injured hand, and started lightly rubbing my knuckles with his thumb as he smiled tenderly at me.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, and I took a sharp breath in. I briefly wondered if I had misheard him.

“Are you sure?” I asked unsurely, my eyes wide. He chuckled quietly.

“I’m sure.” An emotional smile spread across my face at his words, and I gripped his hand tightly as tears continued to run down my face. I desperately attempted to wipe them away with my other hand, but to no avail. He shook his head at me, smiling.

“Come here.” He murmured, moving his hand from mine to reach for me. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his hand on the back of my neck. I put my hands on his chest and relished the feeling of being close to him. When we separated, I leant into him automatically and he put his arm around me. He shifted his body along the small bed, leaning back and bringing me with him so we were lying down, me against his chest. We lay silently as I listened to his heartbeat and tried to calm myself down. He began softly playing with my fingers, being careful to avoid my wound.

“What did you do to yourself, hm?” His lips ghosted my forehead as he whispered the question to himself. “I never wanted this.” I closed my eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry.” His chest vibrated underneath me slightly as he laughed softly, and it brought an instinctive sleepy smile to my face.

“I think you’ve said that enough for one night.” My face was pressed against his body in the quiet room, and I felt my senses numb as my head grew heavy and my breathing slowed. He might’ve said something else after that, but I wouldn’t have known, as I slipped into a drunken, emotionally-exhausted sleep. I knew I would feel like death in the morning, but it didn’t matter. I had him, and I wasn’t going to let him go again.


a sad drunk

aaaa this was fun to write (it’s really bad though sorry)

btw in this imagine Jughead is still living at the drive in, because I thought it worked better than Archie’s house 

A Little Reminder (Jumin x MC)

Jumin comes home one night and finds you in one of his shirts.

Word Count: 520

I haven’t done much today but I’m watching Ghost Hunters so you know I’m living life to the fullest. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a fantastic day! Thank you!

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The evening had shifted into night with pools of blue painting the sky as you lay on the sofa, the sound of the front door opening chiming across the home. 

You shot up, rushing over to find your husband, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he saw you.

You were wearing one of his collared shirts, even the cuffs sleeves rolled up to your elbows as if this was casual. 

“Darling, are you wearing my shirt?” He chuckled softly, pulling you into an embrace. 

“How’d you know?” You snickered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Perhaps I’m just that intuitive,” He hummed. “but what happened to your clothes dear?”

“They’re being washed. I hope you don’t mind.” 

“Oh no, I don’t, but I would be happy to have a shirt better fitting you, be made.” He said, furrowing his brow almost. 

“You don’t need to do that though, I like this!” You beamed. “It’s nice!” 

“How so?” 

“Well…” You tried to think of how to explain it. “It’s…it’s almost like you’re never really gone! It’s just a little reminder of you.” 

“A reminder of me…”  He repeated the words, almost seeming guilty. “Does that mean you miss me when I’m gone, love?”

“Of course I do! I always tell you that!” You exclaimed, cupping his face in your hands. “This house just isn’t the same without you.” 

He melted at your words, adoration drenching gaze before the gears in his head began to turn, stepping away and moving towards the bedroom.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, following shortly after him, tipping your head just beyond the door frame.

“I’m truly sorry I can’t be here more often darling, I wish I could but this week has been especially busy. I promise to take the next few days off when it dies down.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” You reassured him, inching closer. “I know how important your work is-” 

You stopped as you watched him snatch one of his shirts from his drawers, spraying his cologne onto the fabric.

“What’re you doing…?” 

He looked to you, giving a crooked smile. “Even if I’m gone I want to do as much as I can to help ease the loneliness. I certainly know how it feels, and I’d hate for you to have to deal it if I could help it somehow.” 

You could hardly believe his words, rushing forward to pepper his face in kisses, ruffling his hair in your fingertips. 

“How can you be so wonderful?” You said, scrunching up your nose as his messy strands of hair curled about your hands.

“I suppose I just had a good influence.” 

“And who was that from?” 

“You.” 

@thatwetwomaybeone asked: We know Murtagh dies at Culloden ,I can’t recall Jamie talking much about him after although he must have missed his god father terribly .Could we have a story about Jamie and Claire talking about Murtagh and how much they miss him in their life .


They stood at the edge of the field, neither wishing to be the first to set foot on it.

“Have ye been here… then?” Jamie asked quietly, as though his voice would disturb someone but there were no living creatures to be seen in the short scrubby grass that unevenly covered the terrain.

“I went once before I ever came here,” Claire responded. “Before I knew anyone who…” but she couldn’t finish her thought.

Their horses stamped impatiently from where Jamie had hobbled them. They were on their way to Lallybroch, having fulfilled their duties escorting the body of one Simon Fraser home to Scotland. Neither had thought much about how close their journey would take them to Culloden Moor until they were practically upon it. Had they been on their own instead of together, neither would have had the strength to face it.

“Is it as desolate in yer time then, Sassenach?”

“In my experience, battlefields––no matter how far removed from the fight itself––are never cheerful places again,” she told him. “There will be cairns and markers. I don’t remember quite where, but for each of the clans… probably where their men were buried.”

Jamie looked around. It was sunnier than it had been the last time but he could still see the echoes of men on either side right down to the desperation and willingness to die on some of their faces; he hadn’t seen it but he knew he’d worn the same expression that day. He took a halting step forward and then another.

“We came down this way,” he said flatly.

Claire followed slowly behind him, willing herself to see what he saw but also shying away from it.

“Then, I moved… this direction––had to… there was such a press of men…” He wandered a little towards the right and down into a slightly lower pocket of growth, not large enough to be a true gully but it had offered a little protection from the canonfire, the angle too much for them to handle.

There were still large gaps in Jamie’s memory of that day. He didn’t recall seeing Black Jack Randall except after the man was dead and lying on top of him. He didn’t recall the face of the man who had slashed his leg and nearly killed him––for all he knew it might have been Randall to do it. He didn’t recall who it was that had struck the blow that eventually killed Murtagh.

But he knew the spot where it had happened as soon as he set foot on it. A chill went up his spine and then he felt a solid hand rest reassuringly on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Claire watching him from several feet away.

He spoke quietly and used the Gáidhlig so that Claire wouldn’t hear him.

“There are so many things I wish ye could have lived to see, though I dinna ken that ye’d have been patient enough to wait for them all… I nearly wasn’t,” he murmured with a smile. “She looks like my mam… my Brianna does. Takes after her in other ways too. And her wee Jem… Though he puts me in mind of Willie, I ken ye’d have more stories of how he’s a devil like I was at his age.” Jamie’s smile faded and he swallowed hard. “I think their lass, Mandy will favor Claire and heaven help them if she takes after her grannie in finding trouble. And there’s my lad… William––though… callin’ him ‘mine’ still doesna feel quite right… Ye’d have a thing or two to say on the matter, I’m sure. Ye’d have plenty to say on all of them…

“I hope ye ken how I’ve tried to keep ye wi’ me, always…” Jamie’s voice grew thick, the words harder to say. “I was in such pain losin’ Claire… but losin’ you too made it harder. Not havin’ ye there to talk to… I did try to think what yer advice to me would ha’ been… though I’m sure I got it wrong from time to time… I hope I’ve done ye proud, though, and I want ye to know… I ken I’m a better man for having had ye at my side for as long as I did and I’d be better still if ye’d been there longer. Thank ye, for all ye did for me and mine. I’ll no let ye be forgotten.”

The feeling of weight left his shoulder and something within Jamie felt lighter.

Claire watched Jamie with his head bent and his hands cradled in front of him, his lips whispering a quick prayer.

They didn’t speak of Murtagh often the same way they didn’t speak of Faith often. The pain of such loss was simply a part of them the way the scars on Jamie’s back were a part of him or Claire’s curls were a part of her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say a proper goodbye,” she whispered to the low breeze, hoping it would carry her words wherever they needed to go. “I sometimes wonder what things might’ve been like if we hadn’t gone to Paris; if we hadn’t gotten involved in affairs the way we did. I don’t know that what we did was entirely fair to you.” Tears pricked unexpectedly at her eyes and she reached up to wipe them away. “You deserved more––you deserved better than to end up here on that day… If I’d been here I might’ve been able to do something… If I’d never come at all maybe neither of you would have been here that day… But I don’t regret any of it and I’m sure you understand––you loved him too… Thank you for keeping him safe, for protecting him and watching over him when I wasn’t there. I wish I could have done more for you, that you could have seen Bree and the children… Or maybe you can… They wouldn’t exist if not for you.”

She blinked back the remaining tears in her eyes. Jamie had made his way back over to Claire and slipped his hand into hers. It was still a slightly awkward fit without that third finger but they held tightly to each other all the same.

With a solemn nod, they redirected their steps toward the horses. They had seen enough of Culloden Moor.

Drunken Antics

Can you write an imagine where Archie likes a girl but he thinks she likes Reggie so he does nothing about it but then he drunkenly confesses to her after a party?

I absolutely adore Archie so much and I’m going to miss Ross Butler as Reggie Mantle 😭 but I’m happy that his career is taking off too. Anyway, enjoy this one!

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‘Why him, Jug? Why?’ I slurred, drinking from my red solo cup whilst watching the girl who I was in love with, Y/N, sweet talking with my suppose best friend, Reggie Mantle.

Her face lit up every time he made her laugh and smile, managing to have an effect on her that I wish I had.

What was so special about Reggie? Oh - right, he was the captain of the football team, which I could’ve been. I ran my fingers through my hair, getting frustrated watching the two interact. They looked like a couple which infuriated me.

'Arch, you need to chill out.’ Jughead interrupted my thought process. 'How do you know they’re not just talking like normal people do? I mean - it’s basic human interaction, right?’

'Because she’s looking at him all googly eyed and he’s looking at her like a piece of meat,’ I slurred, downing the rest of my drink. 'I need to do something.’

'No, no you don’t,’ Jughead stood up, trying to hold me back. 'Uh - Betty! Little help!’ I tried shoving him off of me, but Betty soon stepped in front, blocking my view of Y/N.

'Archie, what the hell are you doing?’ Betty asked, pushing at my chest to push me back.

'I need to tell - to tell her how I feel…’

'Who, Arch?’

'Y/N!’ I exclaimed, getting shushed by Betty and Jughead. I noticed Y/N peered her head over in our direction, frowning in confusion before excusing herself from talking with Reggie.

Oh shit - what did I just do? She must’ve heard me say her name. Her name was gorgeous though so I didn’t care.

'Oh sure, now you’ve done it…’ Jughead muttered, frowning at me.

Y/N walked over, her face glowing, making me blush unintentionally. 'What’s wrong with Arch?’ She asked, studying me up and down.

'He’s had far too much to drink, he needs to go home.’ Betty explained, giving me wide eyes of annoyance.

'I’m…I’m fine…’ I dragged out, chuckling a little before almost falling over, Y/N catching me before I fell.

'I’ve got him guys, let him sleep for a little before taking him home. Go have fun.’ Y/N smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Betty and Jughead watched me closely, walking away from them with Y/N inside.

It was finally peaceful and quiet, since everyone was outside and partying, the quiet caused my head to spin. 'You okay there, Arch?’ Y/N asked, sitting me on the black leather couch and sitting next to me, closely may I add.

I stared at her, her Y/E/C eyes gazing at me in wonder. She had an effect on me that no one else had, and I was okay with that.

'Why Reggie?’ I asked, blinking slowly.

She stared at me like a confused puppy. 'What? What do you mean “why Reggie?”, Arch you make no sense?’ She chuckled, that adorable little laugh.

'What does he have that I don’t?’ I asked, getting agitated. She frowned at me, but soon turned into a small smirk.

'That attitude of someone who is too up himself for his own good,’ she laughed, placing her hand on my knee.

Wait - what?

'Huh?’ I asked, causing her to laugh again, shaking her head.

'Archie, I have no feelings for Reggie - in fact he’s nowhere near my type.’ She explained.

I had a chance, I finally had a chance!

'What is your type?’ I asked, leaning closer to her face, watching her give me a small smile back.

'Someone who is sweet, kind, gentle - I don’t know.’ She shrugged.

'Well, I like you. I like you a lot actually.’ My drunk mouth spilled.

I finally admitted my confession. I told Y/N I like her.

Gah, shit.

'Really?’ She asked, her smile turning to a grin, 'you? Archie Andrews actually like me?’ She asked.

'I’ve liked you forever!’ I over exaggerated falling back into the couch.

'Well I like you too, Archie.’ She went to lean in, kissing me before I stopped her, kissing her forehead instead. She frowned a little, tilting her head. 'Why did you do that?’

'I’m not sober,’ I yawned, closing my eyes. 'I wanna remember our first kiss together…’ I dragged out, feeling sleep starting to consume me.

'Now I know why I fell for you, Archie Andrews.’ And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

Tags - @sweetvengeancee

X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Four

Previous chapters: one | two | three






ORADOUR-SUR-GLANE, HAUTE-VIENNE, FRANCE
EARLY JANUARY 1944

“So your New Year’s Eve was pleasant, then?” Maggie Scully asks as she bastes a roast in its own juices in preparation for returning it to the oven.

“Very,” says Scully, chopping carrots at the kitchen counter and throwing them into the roasting pan by the handful.

“And that’s all I’m going to hear about it?  That it was ‘very pleasant?’”  Scully rolls her eyes and brings the knife down unnecessarily hard, scattering carrot tops all over the cutting board.

“What exactly did you want to hear, Maman?” she asks.  "That he made violent love to me on the counter next to the cash register?“

Dana!“  Maggie flips a dishtowel at her daughter, who yelps as it catches her across the shoulder.  "There’s no need to be vulgar!  All I wanted to know was whether or not you and Fox had a nice evening.”

“Yes, we did,” Scully sighs.  "He brought a bottle of champagne that his captain had given him.  We had a lovely dinner, we listened to the radio, we talked, we danced a bit, and that was it.“  Maggie raises her eyebrows, smiling.

"And is he a good dancer?”  Scully ducks her head, blushing slightly.

“Yes, he is,” she murmurs.  "Very good.“  Her mother gives a haughty, knowing smirk, and returns the pan of meat, now nestled in a bed of carrots, onions, and potatoes, to the oven.  Scully frowns slightly as the door is closed.  "This is an awful lot of food for just the three of us,” she remarks, checking the bowl of dough rising on the counter, waiting to become a loaf of bread to accompany their dinner.  "Were you trying to save me the trouble of roasting meat for the week’s sandwiches?“

"I’ve asked Albert and his family to join us,” Maggie says, and Scully turns and stares at her, aghast.

“Maman, you didn’t,” she moans, shaking her head.

“I did,” says Maggie.  "It’s a holiday.  They should enjoy a nice, relaxed meal with company.  There’s no reason for them to hide in the barn.“

"But Mulder will be here,” protests Scully.  "In his uniform, no less.  How, exactly, are the Marchands supposed to enjoy a nice, relaxed meal at the same table as a man in a Nazi uniform?“

I did at Christmas,“ says Maggie.

"Yes, you did, but the Nazis aren’t hunting you, Maman,” counters Scully.  "And even if Albert and Sophie can manage to ignore the uniform for the evening, I very much doubt that Helene and Christine will.  They’re going to be terrified.“

"It’ll be fine, I’m sure,” Maggie insists.

But it isn’t.

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Luke Hemmings:::That's My Seat

Pairing: Luke and Y/N

Word Count: 5.7k+

Rating: smut, smut, smutty, smut

Requested: I can’t remember, I feel like it was, but idk

So Luke thinks he’s a bad ass, but really he’s just a cute little muffin

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18.02.2017

So here is my weekly spread in all its rose and red colored glory! I’m very happy with how it turned out since it was inspired by Jimin’s rose colored hair for their comeback I mean did you look at him?? Oh and btw i died watching their new mv of Spring Day but I’m going to stop here since I don’t want to fangirl too hard haha and also because red and rose are some of my favorite colors 🌸

Complications of the heart.

Characters: Dean, Reader, mentions of other SPN characters.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, cheating and smut.

Summary: Dean comes back to a small town after years, he finds that the girl he left behind and who he loves is going to be married to someone else soon. So he does what he must to fix it.

A/N: Idk y’all. It was in my drafts for ages and today I decided to finish it. Mistakes are mine, i will edit it later. You like? Let me know because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome day!

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Dean took a huge gulp of the lukewarm beer in his hand, his eyes were on the stars above him but he noticed nothing. The only thing on his mind was you. The lump was still lodged in his throat from when he saw you at the bakery today. All he could concentrate on was the shock and the sudden rage that flashed pass your eyes when your name tumbled out of his mouth like a prayer. Your hand grazed his when you dumped his change into his outstretched palm. He could see it etched on your face that you were restraining yourself, from yelling or slapping him tight across the face in public. He couldn’t blame you. God knows, he deserves it for what he did to you. He came here, wishing, to tell you all the things he should have told you at twenty. But, back then he was a scared uncertain kid. Now though, it’s different. He is different.

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Photo Credit to the owner.

A/N: This is the first time i’ve wrote anything regarding the criminal minds fandom so I apologise if it isn’t the best, however I hope you enjoy it!!

Female!Reader x Spencer Reid

Reid’s slender fingers danced along his keyboard, swiftly typing up the last case file that had stained his desk for last few hours, ushering him to be finished so he could return home and catch up on some much needed rest.

The last few days had been rather hectic for the BAU, having been informed by their Unit Chief that their recent case files were to be presented in SES Strauss’ office, where she would inspect their work. It was evident that the late nights had taken a tole on team, wishing they were home with their families, revealing their ill-tempered mannerisms at such a late hour. Even Garcia was finding it increasingly hard to keep up with Morgan’s jokes, informing him on multiple occasions that he needed to remove himself from her coven of terror before his ‘baby girl’ would rip his pretty little face off, evidently proving the team needed time off.

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Belated Birthday Surprise // Tyler Joseph

-A/N: First and foremost: I’m so sorry this took FOREVER to post. I’ve been swamped with work and school and just haven’t had the time to post
(2): Happy Super Belated 28th Birthday to Tyler Joseph!!!!!😃😍❤️🎁🎉🎊🎈
(3): I was already working on two TØP imagines (one with Tyler, one with both Tyler AND Josh 😏😈) before I decided to write this in honor of his birthday.
Finally, this story is based COMPLETELY on my own imagination, and I have absolutely NOTHING against Jenna, I absolutely adore her.

-Warnings: smut, brief mentions of body image issues & self-harm

My feet dragged my body into the apartment as I managed to lug my bags in the door. Today was another long busy day with work and school, except it’s not just another busy day. Today (due to opposite schedules and nonstop work/school) is Tyler’s super belated birthday. Unfortunately my request to have it off was rejected by my job, leaving me with no choice but to go in that day. Gotta love being bound by work, right? Ever since then, I’ve been feeling horrible about not being able to spend the full day with him, and I still do. Even though he’s always been super understanding and supportive, I still want to do something special for him today. Luckily, he’s coming home from touring for a little while, so I know I have at least an hour to get everything ready. I finally go upstairs to shower and wash off my day when I look at my phone to see that he tried to return my call and voicemail.

“Hi baby, it’s me. Don’t worry about it, okay. I know you’ve been trying nonstop to get it off for me. It’s not your fault. You know I’ll always love and stand by you no matter what happens. I really appreciate what you’ve been trying to do for me. At least I finally get to spend time with my girl. I know you’re working really hard, as you always do. I’ll see you later on tonight, okay? I love you so much.”

I smile as I listen to his words spoken in the voicemail. Setting down the phone and stepping into the shower, I can’t help but wonder: how did I get so lucky with an amazing guy like him? Especially given the fact Tyler is this handsome, super talented artist who could get any girl he wanted. Yet, four years ago, he saw something in me: an ordinary girl whose life consisted mostly of work and school, whose body had too much meat and too many curves in the wrong places. A girl…who’s covered in cellulite, stretch marks, and scars from her rough battle with self-hate and constantly being broken by others. I never thought that four years later, I would finally find happiness and acceptance, thanks to this man, the love of my life, who treats me like an absolute queen and always makes me feel beautiful. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a quick chime from my phone. I pick it up after I finish my shower and smile as I see a text message from Tyler.

“Hi baby. I hope you had a good day at work today. I’m on my way. I’ll be home in about in about 45 minutes. Love you. ❤️😘”

I smile at the message before setting the phone on silent for the night. I go into our bedroom and get ready for his birthday surprise. I put on a black and red lace bra and panty set, covering it with their Blurryface logo cardigan in honor of their recent album. I finish with a few sprays of his favorite perfume that he got me last Christmas before running downstairs to get dinner heated up and ready. I fix up our plates with baked chicken and broccoli Alfredo, along with the birthday cake I made for him. I go back up to set out the food and wine on the bedroom table and sit on the couch. Just as I turn on our favorite slow songs and set aside my birthday present to him, Tyler comes in through the front door, calling my name was he runs up to our room. I immediately jump up from the loveseat, catching his attention. He looks up and is immediately caught by surprise, taking in the mood and atmosphere, and then by the sight of my body half dressed for him.

“Happy Belated Birthday, Tyler.” I say as I wrap my arms around him before kissing him, his immediately sliding around my waist 
“Thank you, baby. Oh my God, did you…do all this?” He asks, looking at me and then at the food I fixed for today.
“Of course I did. Just for you.” I lead him over to the couch where everything is set up. “I know our schedules would never align and it sucks that I couldn’t celebrate with you. But, I still want to do something special for you, even if it’s super late.”
Tyler looks at the food I made, and then my gift for him.
“Oh God, chicken and broccoli Alfredo & marble cake: two of my absolute favorites. And you still got me a gift!” He turns his attention back to me
“Go ahead and open it, babe.” I say, smiling

Tyler grabs the small black box wrapped in red ribbon. He pulls at the strand to untie it, before opening the box. It revealed an all black watch that I happened to have found one day while shopping at the mall. It wasn’t huge, but certainly not small either, just the right size. Tyler smiles at the gift and then at me before setting it down to kiss me, his arms pulling me closer to his body and wrapping around my waist.

“Thank you so much, babe. You know you really didn’t have to do all this. I would’ve been happy just cuddling and watching a few movies with you.”
I shake my head, pulling him closer to me. “I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to. And I still do, because you’ve done so much for me over the years we’ve been together, and you deserve the whole world.”
Tyler smiles at me and presses his lips against my forehead, his arms pulling me onto his lap as mine link around his neck. "You always know how to make me happy, Y/N. I just wish we could be together more often so that I could do the same thing for you.”
“Tyler, you already make me happy. God, where do I begin? You always understood and supported my crazy life, even when our schedules didn’t align. You treat me…like an absolute queen. You always make sure I’m okay, no matter how far away you’re touring. I just…You know I don’t think words can even describe how amazing you are.”

That’s when I lean in and pull him in for another kiss, making it more passionate than the last one. Tyler moves his hands up and cups them around my face, deepening the kiss as his thumbs caressing my warm cheeks. I lick his lower lips, asking for entrance. Tyler immediately lets me in, our tongues dancing against each other. I start to ease myself off of his lap, pulling him up with me by his shirt. He immediately starts pulling me backwards. I smile as he stops right at the edge of our bed and start unbuttoning his shirt. I reach the last one and push it off of his shoulders and onto the carpet floor. I bite my lip as I look at his thin yet toned, shirtless frame. Again, I briefly wonder what he saw (and still sees) in me that make me so special to him, and why of all women, he chose to be with me. Tyler seems to read my mind and gently cups my face in his hand; looking into my eyes with so much love and compassion.

“You know, ever since I met you, I knew you would be the most amazing girl for me.” He says, as his other hand moves under my slightly oversized sweater over my large, marked up stomach. Tyler moves down to my neck and begins placing small kisses back up in between his words. “Whether it’s your kindness and loyalty…passion and perseverance in everything you do…that gorgeous face…or your beautiful body…” He finally reaches my lips, gently tugging on the lower one with his teeth. “…God, I could go on describing everything I absolutely adore about you. But just know this…you’re absolutely perfect to me and always will be…no matter what.” He says with a smile.

I regain some of my confidence and gently push him down on the bed, my dominant side showing as I straddle his waist and reconnect our lips. Tyler groans at the feeling and roughly grabs my hips, thrusting up sharply as he guides my movements. I gasp and smile as I feel him become hard underneath me through his jeans, my own arousal beginning to form in between my large thighs. My hands pull him back up as I continue rocking against him. He quickly moves his hands to my butt, grabbing a fistful of each cheek and slapping the left one. I immediately moan at the new feeling, unconsciously moving my hand to his hair. Seeing this side of Tyler turns me on even more, my body heating up at the sensation. I begin to slowly take off my sweater, hands shaking as I undo each button. He senses my nervousness and helps me with the last ones before sliding it off of my body. Tyler smiles at the lacy surprise underneath, his hands wandering every inch of my partially covered body.

“Damn, baby girl. I never knew you had this side to you.” He breathed out
“I always did, Tyler.” I explain, as I begin to unbutton his jeans. “I was just scared to show it because I was scared it would be with the wrong guy again. But ever since I met you and we became official, now I know.”

Tyler smiles and moves back against the headboard, kicking off his jeans in the process. I pull the covers over our bodies for warmth and begin kissing and biting his neck. I take his chin into my mouth before moving my kisses down; biting, sucking, and licking as I go along. I trace his chest tattoos with my tongue. I bite my lip and I think of a way to pleasure him as I disappear under the covers. I come face to face with his huge erection poking through the gap in his boxers. I pull them off before I slowly begin to lick the tip, earning a surprised yet pleasure filled gasp from Tyler as I suck on the head. “Whoa. Holy shit, Y/N,” he whispers in bliss. His breath becomes choppy as I take him further into my mouth. My right hand twists and rubs what I can’t fit. I smile to myself as he becomes a cursing mess under my touch, panting and moaning while thrusting into my mouth nonstop. I hear nonstop praises as I pick up the pace and continue bobbing my head up and down on his length before shoving the rest of him in my throat. “Fuck!” He yells, at the sudden action. I let out a moan at the taste and feeling of him, sending vibrations all over his length. Tyler pulls me back up to his face and kisses me again, clearly now even more turned on than before.

“Damn, Y/N,” He breaths out in between kisses. “You know as much as I’m absolutely loving this side of you, I really want to make you feel amazing, too.”
I pull away briefly, looking straight into his eyes and caressing his cheek with my hand. “Baby, you always make me feel amazing when I’m with you. Besides, tonight is all about you and your satisfaction.” I reply before kissing his neck
“Mmmm…well here’s another way you can satisfy me, baby girl.”

Tyler unexpectedly proceeds to flip me onto my back, making me gasp out of surprise as my head hits the pillow. He immediately smashes his lips onto mine and starts to move down my body. I feel him kiss my breasts; biting, sucking, and licking each one through the lace while pulling down my bra straps. He quickly unhooks the back before tossing it onto the floor. I feel the dreaded blush all over my face as he smiles at the view of my bare breasts, turning my head into the pillow in an attempt to conceal it. Tyler tilts my head towards him, my tomato shaded face on full display.

“Stop trying to hide yourself from me, babe.” He says
“Sorry.” I apologize “I can’t help it. I hate blushing in front of people.”
“Why? I think you look absolutely beautiful when you do.”

I’m about to argue when I feel Tyler’s mouth latch onto my left breast, making me moan at the feeling. His tongue flicks against my nipple while his hand works on my right one. He continues this before switching and repeating actions, finally removing my underwear in the process. He disappears under the comforter before roughly grabbing my hips and pulling my wet core against his mouth. My moans turn into screams as he continues devouring me, sucking and licking my clit while inserting two fingers inside me. I feel my body arch off of the bed as his fingers continue jamming into me, constantly hitting my sensitive spot. I’m almost at my peak when Tyler suddenly withdraws and moves up to my face.

My lips smash against his, my emotions of love and lust pouring into my movements. He begins wrap my legs around his waist, but I pull them back. Instead I roll him onto his back and sit on his waist, gripping his erection. Tyler immediately realizes my intentions and moves his hands to my hips, guiding me as I begin to slowly sink down onto him. “Oh fuck, baby girl,” Tyler breathes out in pleasure. I close my eyes and gasp at the feeling of him stretching me out, his size leaving me breathless as I slowly begin to move. My eyes open when my moans are cut off by Tyler’s, his orbs closed in complete pleasure. I move my hands to his chest and continue rolling my hips. Tyler looks up at me and smiles, clearly turned on by my slight dominance.

“You know, I’m absolutely loving this view of you. Damn, you’re a goddess (Y/N).” He compliments as he thrusts up, meeting my movements.
“I finally feel like one, thanks to you.” I reply and smile at him

Tyler smiles back and sits up, pulling me into another kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, not wanting an inch of our bodies to be separated. His long fingers trace up my spine as his other hand lightly holds my cheek. My hands lightly massage his shoulders, making their way down to his tattooed chest. Tyler pushes me back so that I’m laying on the bed, not stopping with his thrusts. I close my eyes as the increased pleasure takes over my body, choked moans leaving my mouth and growing louder. My fingernails dig into his arms, shoulders, and back as he goes faster. Tyler lowers himself to bury his face in the crook of my neck, gently kissing the purple marks he left a while ago. The feeling of his nails digging into my hips, his lips on my neck, his constant pants, moans, and cursing drives me crazy and makes me more and more aroused. I feel myself nearing the edge as my walls clench around him, his throbbing member and increasing pace indicating likewise.

“T-Ty, I-I’m close,” I barely manage to get out
“I know, babe. G-go ahead. Let it go…Fuck!”

I almost scream as my body violently convulses, my orgasm finally taking over and pulling Tyler over the edge with me. My legs wrap around his waist as waves of pleasure pulse throughout my body. After what seems like an eternity, we finally come down. Despite the already present pain from our activities a moment ago, I get up, immediately realizing the mess that was made a few minutes ago. Tyler laughs at my reaction upon seeing the large wet spots from my orgasm on our comforter.

“Holy fuck, did I really do that??” I ask, my jaw dropping at the sight
“Yeah, you did,” he laughs, grabbing a towel to clean himself up “But don’t worry, you were absolutely amazing.”
“I’m really glad you liked it.” I smile before I start pulling off the covers. “Don’t worry about the mess, baby. I’ll get everything changed and cleaned up.”
“No. You need to sit down and relax. Besides, you can barely even walk. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off with a soft and sweet kiss. “(Y/N), you’ve already done so much for me today. Please, go ahead and relax. I’ll get everything cleaned up, okay?”

I knew that debating was pointless, so I nodded and went to lay down on our couch. I close my eyes and replay the events of our heated moment from tonight. The thoughts and replays of every kiss, touch, and thrust makes me smile. I look back on my past, and how far I’ve come with Tyler’s help and support. With Tyler; I no longer feel weak, worthless, ugly, or unwanted like I once did. I no longer feel like the fat girl that no one wants to date, let alone actually fuck. Thanks to him, I feel strong, powerful, confident, and beautiful in every aspect of my life. And I never could have achieved that with anyone else. My eyes open as my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of running water in the bathroom, my sight greeted by new sheets and blankets on our bed. Tyler emerges from the bathroom, now only covered with a towel, wrapped around his waist.

“Hi love, I have a bubble bath ready for us. You want to come in?” He offers
“I’d love to.” I smile as he helps me up, linking my arm around his shoulder as I lean into him for more support, my body still sore from our activities. I wince at the pain as I settle myself into the bathtub, catching Tyler’s attention. He looks over at me with an apologetic look, realizing the extent of his activities moments ago.
“Baby, I’m sorry I went too hard. I never meant to h-” I cut him off.
“No, Tyler don’t apologize.” I slide myself onto his lap, smiling as his arms completely embrace my body. “I loved it…every single minute of it. Yes, I’m in pain. But…it’s the best kind of pain I’ve felt. It lets me remember who I belong to. It reminds me that…I belong to an amazing man who truly loves me and makes me feel beautiful in every way. And…I really wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Tyler smiles at me before cupping my cheeks and pulling me into another long and passionate kiss. His hands wander town to my hips, caressing every scar and bruise that they came across. One hand leaves my hip, only to be replaced by the feeling of warm, soapy water running over my shoulders and onto my body. I return the favor, running it over his shoulders and back where my nails left scratches. Tyler slowly pulls away from my lips. I scoot off of his lap and lean against the other side of the bathtub, pulling him with me, allowing him to cuddle with his back against my breasts.

“Happy Belated Birthday, Tyler.”
“I’ve had the best one ever, thanks to you, babe.”

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Pirates of the Caribbean: dead man tells no tales official trailer - holy shit. You know, I was having a terrible day, I came home and bawled my eyes out. I then realised that I’d been excited all day for this and I watch it, and I’m smiling and laughing and it just made me feel so much better -

I now realise how much Johnny Depp had helped me, because without him I would have probably of relapsed because of my day. Without captain Jack, I probably would have cuts, after a hard 4 months. I just want to give Johnny a big hug and tell him how much he means to me. And I wish I could make that happen.

Sunshine

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1000 Words

Story Summary:  Feeling down, Jared surprises the reader.

Author’s Note: So this is for @supernaturalmarvelgirl. I saw your post, and thought this might be needed. Also for any Jared/Sam girl who is feeling a little down. Also I hope it doesn’t suck because I seriously wrote it in about 15 minutes. 

Laying on the couch, you rested your head against your arm, staring at the TV, not really seeing what was playing. Sighing, you curled in tighter, your energy drained, your emotions a roller coaster ride.

Things had been bumpy for a while now. Your fiancee, Jared, worked in Vancouver, while you lived in Austin. Weeks would go by without seeing his smiling face unless it was on your phone, and you wanted nothing more than to have him there with you. To feel his strong arms wrapped around you, to run your fingers through his long, silky locks.

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Fuckboy!Hoseok

Hobi in snapbacks & tank tops is my weakness >.< I hope he had a wonderful day and sorry for the random posts today but I’m just very excited to celebrate the birth of the light of my life ;)

warning: slightly mature themes since … ya know, he’s a fuckboy haha


The name Jung Hoseok was infamous in your college. From one end of the campus to the other, everyone knew about the resident fuckboy, who denied being one. Hoseok claimed he was a lover, as he rolled out of yet another strangers bed, told people he wanted to make others happy as he crawled out the windows of married lecturers homes, that he just had a lot of love to give, as he convinced people into threesomes.

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{PART 14} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (Ft. Jackson & Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst

Summary; Things between Jaebum and Jackson turn full circle, and Jaebum has nowhere left to run.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating - (violence in this chapter)

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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Savior (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by captainamericacivilwhore

Prompt: Imagine that you are saved by Spider-man, and you talk to your best friend Peter about it.

Word Count: 844

Warnings: None

- Written by Kat -


“God I wish you could have been there! It was probably one of the scariest and most amazing moments of my life!” you gushed to you best friend, who sat across from you at your regular cafe table. He leaned away slightly as you pressed forward, leaning your elbows on the table, resting your cheek on the palm of your hand. “You should have seen him Peter!” you sighed, your eyes seeming to stare past your friend as you drifted back to the memory of yesterday “He was… amazing…”

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One Last Wish

This is for @leiascully “Resentment” challenge


  You’re sitting alone at the kitchen table, your mind buzzing like a hive.  Full of memories of the first seven years you and Scully spent on The X-Files.  Your memory regurgitating images, conversations, near misses, and almost disasters.  As so often is the case on nights like this, one conversation, one case, one moment in particular is clawing it’s way to the forefront.

  You and Scully were investigating a case centered around a Genie, you being you, you somehow ended up the lucky recipient of three wishes.  Wanting to be sure you were making the right choices, but ultimately to curry favor, you asked the Genie what she would wish for.

  “I’d wish I never heard the word wish before, I’d wish that I could live my life moment by moment, enjoying it for what it is instead of worrying about what it isn’t.  I’d sit down somewhere with a great cup of coffee and watch the world go by.”

  You were getting a handle on the situation now, make the wishes more about the fulfillment of others not just yourself and you’d succeed.  The first two wishes you had fouled up, but the third one you weren’t going to waste.  Oh no you were going to plan it, having the wording perfect.  You were finally going to get that elusive happy ending for you and Scully.

  When the Genie asked, “ Are you ready?” you weren’t filled with a single doubt, this was going to fix everything for all of you.

  “How bout I tell you what I’m thinking first?”

  “Go for it.”

  “I’d want you and Scully to each get what you desire most.  For you it would be freedom from your mark.  For Scully it would be to have a child.  Our child.  Is that something you can do?”

  “You wish it, I can do it.”

  “OK well I wrote it out, so I guess I’ll, I’ll just read it then.”

  “I can hardly wait.”

  “I wish for you and Scully to have what you both desire most in life right now.  For you, your freedom from the mark of the Genie.  For Scully I wish for her and I to conceive a child.  A child who is born happy and healthy.  A child who’s life is filled with unending love, great successes, boundless intelligence, and prosperous joy.”

  “Done.”

  As quickly as she had dropped into your life she was gone, leaving you full of questions.  Questions like was Scully pregnant now from the previous encounters you two shared, or would it be the next encounter that sealed the deal.  Why bother wondering you’d thought to yourself when you can go make it happen.

  Your mind is yanked back into the present as you feel tears begin to form along your lashes.  You never told Scully.  You never will tell Scully.  The resentment and hatred you feel towards yourself is enough.  Like tiny little sandbags coursing through your veins forever weighing you down.  Keeping you rooted at the very bottom of the darkness.  Just out of reach, always keeping Scully at bay lest she ever find out the truth.

  Not to say you don’t blame the Genie herself because you do.  The resentment you feel towards her lays thick like tar in the back of your throat, hot and sticky, you taste it everyday.  What a fool-hearty mistake to think that if she had got exactly what she wanted, she’d ensure you would too.  But it didn’t work like that, she was simply the conduit.  A mere pawn on life’s chessboard.  Such hubris to think you alone could provide a miracle.  Looking back you understand it all, one cannot simply alter fate expecting no repercussions.  The universe will always come calling, demanding payment for what you stole. 

  Still, sometimes you torment yourself and think if only I had wished all those things to be true with us.  For Scully and I to be his parents, to be the ones raising him, loving him, watching him succeed.  If only, if only.  As your tears fall to the kitchen table you can her the Genie’s voice mocking you,

  “You should have been more specific.”

Scars - Chapter 12

Reader x Yoongi

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT

Words: 3,148

Chapters: 11

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Yoongi P.O.V


“Look who it is”, i grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the wall “SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP!”, I gritted through my teeth. It was taking every cell in my body, to stop me from killing him right now, with my bare hands. “Woah, calm down Yoongi”, he said with a smirk spread across, “you should be happy, you’re engaged to such a beautiful, sexy wo-”, “i told you to shut up”, i shoved him harder sharing m against the wall. “Don’t you dare talk about her, you’re the sick fuck who abused her, scarred her, you’re the reason she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying”.


Jinyoung just let out a heinous laugh, before leaning slightly forward, “I’m sure she didn’t mind, especially if she didn’t protest when i fucked her every time”.


He just had to push it that bit further. I let out a chuckled before letting go off him and throwing a punch, hitting him directly on his jaw, causing him to fall. “You really don’t fucking listen do you”, i spat out, continuously kicking him in the stomach. Jinyoung was groaned out in pain, as i was about to kick him again, i was dragged to the side, “oi, calm down”, “hyung-”, Jin interrupted me, “instead of being here, why don’t you get home to your girl, she’s fucking worrying about your whereabouts”, Jin sighed loudly, “seriously go, I’ll get Namjoon and we’ll both take care of him”. Yoongi didn’t think about his decision, he knew what was more important, “just make sure he doesn’t come anywhere near (y/n) and Kaia, ever”.


(y/n) P.O.V


“Listen Hoseok, he deserves a second chance”, “(y/n), he cheated, that proves his, ‘loyalty’, towards you. Who ever told you to give him another a chance is just as stupid as you”, he scoffed. “Well it was my mother who told me, the one who had to let go off the man she loved. The one who had constantly got cheated on by my disgrace of a father, but you know what she stayed with him because she loved him. I don’t believe she actually does, but then again she may as i don’t know the real reason”, I shouted out, “i don’t know what I’d do if he was completely out of my life, but more importantly, he has a daughter, i want her to grow up with both a mother and father, i don’t want her to feel as if she doesn’t fit in with all the other kids because she doesn’t have a dad. I thought you out of everyone would understand”. Hoseok would understand as his dad wasn’t there for him as a child and in school he struggled a lot when it came to talking about family.


He sighed loudly before he walked closer to me and held my hands, “i do understand, but i just don’t want you to get hurt baby”, one of his hands was now caressing my face and playing with my hair. “If i get hurt, i’ll need my beautiful hobi to be there with me, because he makes everything better. Can i ensure that he’s gonna be there?”, “he’s always gonna be there for your dumb arse”, he gave me a small smile before engulfing me in a hug, “i love you”, “i love you too”.


“Not interrupting anything am i?”, We both turned to Yoongi, who was taking off his snow covered coat, “yes you are actually, a very loving moment between two best friends”, i smiled at him as i continued to hold Hoseok, who was chuckling. “Ah really?”, I nodded as he walked closer to the two of us, “well could i have a loving moment with my future wife?”, “Hmm…Okay, but only if Hoseok gets to stay for dinner”, “okay, he can stay, can i have my hug now?”.


Just before i could wrap my arms around him, Kaias crying filled the air, “I’ve got it”, Hoseok said rushing up the stairs.


“I fucking love Kaia, but right now i wish that we could just be alone”, “hmm…and why would you want that”, i was rubbing my hands up and down his chest as i questioned him, “why? So i can have some special time with my beautiful fiancé, you know do something that we haven’t been able to, in a long time”, “well, how about after dinner, we get Hoseok to watch Kaia and we can do whatever you want”, “i would love that”.


“How’s the food?”, I asked Hoseok, who we currently stuffing his face. He swallowed before answering, “it’s…meh”, I rolled my eyes at him, “it’s meh, but you’re scoffing it down like a pig”, “you’d be surprised at what people would eat when they’re starving”. I pouted at him, “you’re so horrible”, he just grinned at me, “Yoongi, it’s not horrible, right?”, I questioned, Hoseoks comment made me quite anxious, “it tastes amazing baby”, he said as he brushed my hair out of my face. I gave him a wide smile, “thank you”, I kissed his cheek and obviously Hoseok had something to say about that little bit of affection, “um…trying to enjoy awful food and you two aren’t helping”. I was about to say something to him, but Yoongi stopped me, “(y/n) eat, I’ll feed Kaia”, “it’s okay, I can do-”, “(y/n), eat”, he demanded, taking Kaias bowl out of my hands.


Yoongi got up and began feeding Kaia, whereas I decided to ask Hoseok if he could watch Kaia for a while. “Wait, so why do you want me to watch her? I’ll happily do it, but I need to know why”, “well…myself and Yoongi, wanted some quality time together and if Kaia is getting up crying, it’s kinda hard”. Hoseok smirked, I knew exactly what he was thinking, “I’ll watch her, that is if i get a show as well, you know you in your lingere-”, he stopped himself when he saw Yoongi staring directly at him, his jaw clenched. “I was joking, no need to get angry…and jealous”, “you know you’re lucky that you’re her bestfriend, otherwise I’d beat the crap outta you”, “lord, I am glad she is my bestfriend”, he said drinking his beer, whilst both me and Yoongi began laughing at him.


“Hmm…you go get ready, I’ll go check on those two”, Yoongi gave me a quick peck,before walking off. I went to our bedroom, it would be the first time coming I’m here after we came back, I couldn’t bare going in. As soon as I walked in I remembered the last thing I saw happening in here: Yoongi and Sofia having sex. Sex in the one place that was meant for just me and him.


Tears were brought to my eyes, I couldn’t stand being in here. I turned to leave, but walked straight into Yoongi's’ chest, “hey”, he placed a kiss on my forehead, before lifting my face so he could see it. “Oh…why are you-”, “i-i can’t do this, I’m sorry”, Yoongi​ began to panic, “what-what do you mean you can’t do this?! W-what can’t you do?!”, “I can’t be here, in this room, all I see is her ontop of you, it makes me sick”. Yoongi tucked my hair behind my ear, “I’m sorry”, I shook my head, “it’s okay, I just want to forget about it”, “I didn’t want to do anything in this room, I mean how could I?”. His hands were now holding mine, “I just wanted you to change, so I could show you what I’ve done”.


I looked at him confused, “I’ll show you”. With that he lead me to the back of the house, to the pool, which was now covered in rose petals, candles aligned all around it and on the table that also had a bucket, full of ice and a champagne bottle. “I know it’s quite cheesy doing something like this”, “you did this for me, how?”, “well, you know when I said I had some work to finish off in my office, I did it then”.


“Thank you for this”, I turned to him and kissed him, “like I said, i’d do anything for you”, “hmm…and I also love how soft you’ve become for me”, I teased him, holding back a laugh when I saw his eyebrow furrow and his lips frowning, he looked like a grumpy child. “Soft, huh?”, I nodded in agreement and next thing I knew the shirt I was wearing was ripped open, a few of the buttons flying off, “Yoongi!”, I screamed out trying to close it, but he pinned my hands to my sides and pulled me closer to him, so our bodies were touching, “it’s my shirt anyways…god you look so good in black”, he said as he began pecking my shoulder. His lips began traveling up, staying on my neck whist his hands sneaked their way into the back of the shirt and unhooking my bra. He yanked it down, exposing my breasts, which had obviously gotten bigger, his mouth traveled lower to my semi-erect nipples.With his tongue he gave them small kitten licks, making me whimper.


As he continued, one of his hands wrapped around my throat, his hold was slightly tight. Soon his lips were on mine, his hands pulling down the shirt and bra at the same time, making them pool at my feet, he pulled away and looked in admiration, whereas I felt quite insecure, I still had some baby weight on me and a few stretch marks. “Stop, i look disgusting”, I said, trying to cover myself with my hands, but Yoongi grabbed them, “it may look disgusting to you, but to me you look beautiful and these…”, his fingers trailing over my stretch marks, “are sexy, remind me of a tiger”, he leaned in and took the lobe of my ear between his teeth and pulled on it.


His hands then moved to the tie on my shorts and let it loose, before pulling them down along with my panties. His hands kneaded my behind as he bit and sucked at my collar bone, although he was pleasuring me, it wasn’t fair that I was the only naked one, “Yoongi-ah…take it off”, I said as I pulled at his shirt. He complied and took it off, throwing it to the side, he also took off his sweatpants and boxers, “that better baby?”, he asked pulling me closer, his erection pressing against me. I nodded biting my lips and it has a clear effect on Yoongi as he groaned, “don’t do that, god you drive me crazy”, he said as he walked, making me walk backwards till I was at the edge of the pool. I knew what he was going to do. “Hmm…do I?”, I questioned him, as I began nipping at his jaw, my hand grabbing hold of his member, giving it a squeeze, “ahh…fuck, (y/n)”, he began leaning forward to lean on me, but I moved to the side, so he stumbled forward and landed straight in the pool.


I was stood there laughing at him, whilst he moved his wet hair out of his face, “i’m sorry, do you forgive me?”, I pouted, “baby girl, you’re gonna have to do more than just that”. With that i joined Yoongi in the water and wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in giving him a quick kiss, “what about now”, he raised his brow and leaned in himself, giving a very deep,passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth.


Soon he pulled away biting my lip, making me groan in both pain and pleasure. Yoongi lifted me, by my thighs, which were now wrapped around his waist, he eased his member into me at the same time, “ahh…”, i moaned resting my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck. I waited for him to move, but there was nothing, so I looked up at him, he was staring back at me, “go on move, maybe then I’ll consider forgiving you”, he smirked, god I wanted to slap him, it’s not the first time he made me do the work.


I began moving up and down slowly, my core squeezing Yoongi’s member as I did. “Shit…”, he hissed out, throwing his head back slightly, his eyes closed I took this opportunity to attack his neck, biting and sucking his weak spot near his ear. I assaulted his neck and continued to ride him as slow as possible, I loved teasing him.


“Move faster”, he said grabbing my behind and pulling me closer, but I ignored him and continued with my slow pace. And no surprise he got annoyed, he hates it when I don’t listen, “(y/n), are you listening? I said move faster”, his hand was holding my face tightly, but again he was ignored and I just stuck out my tongue, to which he chuckled. His chuckle only lasted a few seconds, along with the smile plastered across his face.


He now had a quite intimidating face on, his tongue poking the side of his cheek. He put me down and began backing me up against the wall of the pool, I was pressed against the wall and he was almost against me, “when I tell you to do something, you do it. Is that understood?”, I just stared at him biting my lip, I loved it when he started showing his dominant side. “I said is that understood?!”, I quickly nodded as he raised his voice, “good girl”, his hand was now in my hair combing it down, before he grab a hand full and pulled me into a rough kiss.


He lifted one of my legs, a guided his member to my entrance, allowing it told through my walls a few times before shoving it inside me. Yoongi was far from gentle with me right now, he pounded in and out of me hard and fast, I was a moaning mess. “See, this is how you get someone to forgive you”, he gritted out as he continued pounding,his hand grabbed and pulled my hair back, exposing my neck to him. He left behind blue and purple marks dotted around my neck and collar.


I could feel my orgasm coming, but I needed that little push to get me there, I knew what I needed, but knowing Yoongi, he wouldn’t let me do it, he believed that he was the only one that could pleasure me and no-one else. “Y-yoongi-ah”, he hummed, “can you touch me, please”, “where do you want me to touch you baby girl?”, “I want you to touch me…d-down there”, my voice grew a lot quieter, due to the embarrassment I always felt when he made me ask. He smirked, kissing my cheeks as his hand traveled down to my clit, pinching it, I let out a loud moan in response.


Yoongi continued to vigorously rub at my clit and thrust into me, making my orgasm wash over me. I clawed his back as I rode out of the quite intense orgasm, whereas Yoongi was groaning because I was scratching him and because he was close to letting go. His thrusting didn’t slow down and it didn’t help how sensitive I was right now, “Yoongi, stop…”, I whimpered out, I was limp against him, “baby, it’s okay I’m almost there-”, he cut himself off as he came inside me, I took in every single drop of his cum.


“Baby?”, “Hmmm?”, “Bed”, Yoongi chuckled at me, “i’m tired”, “alright, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed”.


I woke up not even an hour after falling asleep, I turned to my side to cuddle Yoongi, but he wasn’t there, “Yoongi?”, I called out, but no response. I got out of bed, and as I walked to the door I could hear Yoongi, “come on don’t be like this”, he was probably on the phone to one of his partners. I was about to head back to bed, that is before I heard the one name I wish I could erase from my memory, “Sofia”


“Please tell me you are fucking, joking right now”, I let out a bitter laugh, holding back my tears. “(y/n), she-”, “I don’t care what you were talking about, that bitch almost ruined our relationship, but you still can’t let her go!”, I screamed out. Hoseok came out of Kaia’s room after hearing me, “what’s going on?”, he asked concerned, “nothing, just stay with Kaia, please”, he stood there for a few seconds before going back into the room, closing the door.


“(y/n), please, I swear to god she ran me or of the blue, I blocked her on my phone and told her to leave me alone”, Yoongi walked up to me and wiped my tears with his thumbs, “I promised you that I would never do that shit again, and I am gonna stick to it, because the worst thing that could ever happen to me is losing my two girls”, he kissed my forehead, before leaning against it.


I hated making him think I was going to leave him again, I could never do that again. “I’m not gonna leave you, I promise, but right now I want some time to myself, j-just to think”, “how long?”, “half hour tops”, “okay, don’t walk too far”, “I won't”.


I wish I wore more layers, it was freezing out, I pulled Yoongi’s jacket closer as I walked. I walked to the corner shops, they were a 10 minute walk from the house. I got myself some coffee, yes it was stupid to get it at this time, but it was the only thing that would warm me up right now.


I don’t know how long had passed, but I finished my coffee and was heading back home. “He tells me to stay away from you, but he doesn’t even stay with you, see now that’s not a smart things to do”, a bruised Jinyoung shakes his head as he leans against the wall in front of me, “see I wouldn’t let what belongs to me out of my sight”, he pushed himself off the wall and walked around me, “anyone could just come along and take it”, he was now in front of me again.


Jinyoung tutted as he stared at me, “looks like someone thought they could mark what’s mine…”, his fingers touching the hickies, I tried to move, but he grabbed me tight around the waist and pulled me against him. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “it seems like someone else needs to be punished for letting this happen”.


It’s finally here, sorry for not posting scars in sooooooooo long bibs 😘😘


-Z

The Arrangement - Part 2

Title:  The Arrangement

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: Part 2 of 3

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: The arrangement between them had been working just fine until Quinn realized she wanted more.

Warnings: Some minor swearing

Author Note: The second part in The Arrangement. You can check out the first here. It’s been forever, I know. And I did have nearly all of this finished for some time now. But things just got in the way. There WILL be a third part coming, and I don’t mean in another 9 months from now lol.


Quinn smiled politely up at her date as they stood in line at her favourite cafe. Those kind brown eyes met hers and a sweet grin crossed his lips. He was handsome, with his dark brown hair longer on top and shorter on the sides. The leather jacket and motorcycle boots was a stark comparison of the caring man that had picked up her groceries when she ran smack dab into him outside the store. She liked the edge, though, especially the motorcycle he promised to take her out on one day.

Of course, that would mean their first date went smoothly, and it had only just started. But she hoped it went well, hoped that she would fall for those warm eyes like she had the startling blue pair she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

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My Father the Stranger - Part 2

So I’m not sure how popular this is going to be, but I’m really enjoying writing it and in the end I guess that is the most important thing. I’ve just recently started to branch out into Supernatural fanfics and only have a few followers of that type so far. I mostly stick with my main man Negan, but there is just something about John Winchester that I can’t avoid writing about.

For anyone reading this for the first time, the premise of this story is a slight AU where the boys and John are hunting together just after Sam left school and they stumble across an old flame of John’s and their adult daughter. I was very intrigued with Adam’s story and had a hard time believing that he could be the ONLY illegitimate John Winchester love child out there.  I mean, have we seen the man?

Part One can be found Here.


Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Warnings:

Swearing

Our conversation went well into the night, lasting until the last patron had left the bar and it was just the five of us. Mostly we talked small talk, only bringing up heavy hitting questions once an hour or so. I noticed Momma trying to subtly check in on me constantly, but other than still being in shock I was doing just fine. 

John seemed like a decent man. Maybe a little troubled, and rough around the edges, definitely mysterious, but decent nonetheless. 

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