it started off really well but it kinda went down hill

anonymous asked:

i havent been COMPLETELY thru your list of reddie fics so if youve already done something similar ignore this but. what about a sickfic where richie is sick? also maybe eddie just like, forgets about germs to take care of him and then ends up getting sick too and blaming richie and richies jus like, dude, were you here

i changed it a little but only the part where he blames richie and richie wonders if he was there !!! hope u like it :-)

again,,, sorry for the length?? but i cant write these short?? also again. IT IS WORTH IT 

  • so obviously eddie is TERRIFIED of germs and every time one of the losers has even a little flu he’s not gonna touch anything they touch and will stand 5 feet away from them and honestly in the end will probably just be that one friend who’s gonna say
  • “my mom said no”
  • just so that he won’t hurt his friends’ feelings even tho he really just doesn’t wanna be anywhere near them bc hey he could get it too and it could turn into something more dangerous like leper obviously
  • but then one tragic time… richie gets a flu
  • and eddie’s very torn bc he doesn’t wanna be with richie cause ???? he isn’t clean
  • but then again they were supposed to hangout
  • eddie is thinking whether he should ditch richie or not
  • “jesus i’ve been sneezin since 8am”
  • yeah eddie is not gonna go there
  • the gERMS ARE FLYING and just the thought makes him shiver
  • he’s thinking that oh well maybe tomorrow he’s gonna be ok again
  • spoiler alert: he’s not
  • so eddie suffers thru the day bc its boring at school without richie
  • they talk on the phone later that day and eddie’s like hey r u feeling any better
  • “i am nod” richie answers with a stuffed nose
  • eddie just sits on his bed with a facial expression that is nothing other than :(
  • then the day after that ,,, eddie goes to school in hopes of that maybe richie had a miracle healing last night and now he’s gonna be there
  • LMAO YOU THOUGHT EDS
  • now eddie is just gettin pissed off bc how dare his boyfriend be sick for this long
  • so again that night they speak on the phone
  • “richie jesus christ when are u gonna HEAL
  • “i am do dorry eddi-spageddi bud i am just so sig”
  • eddie is gonna turn into hulk soon from the conflict bc he REALLY misses richie
  • should i stay or i should go™
  • (nice stranger things reference)
  • ok maybe eddie is gonna give it one more day.
  • so it’s friday and richie has missed school for almost the whole WEEK
  • “wow eddie you’ve been without richie for almost the whole school week how’s that feel must be a new record huh”
  • “shut up stan”
  • don’t be mean stan
  • eddie’s heart is breakin
  • again,,, he goes home from school and calls richie immediately
  • “ARE YOU,,,,STILL…. SICK?????”
  • “yeah i— *LEPER COUGH* i ah-ah-AMh *cough*
  • eddie cringes because ???? oh my gosh he is turning into a zombie
  • “oK THATS IT”
  • eddie has had it
  • he hangs up and stomps out of the house and rides his bike to the grocery store and buys all kinds of stuff like non-caffeine tea ((bc he knows for a fact that it helps better than regular)),, some ice cream and chicken soup in a can even tho eddie thinks it’s disgusting and fights with one of the workers
  • “YOU DONT HAVE NORMAL,,, READY CHICKEN SOUP IN THE FRESH FOOD SECTION????”
  • “yeah not today”
  • my bOYFRIenD haS bEeN SiCK!! FOR A WEEk and i hAVE TO BRING HIM A CAN????”
  • eddie shakes his head in disbelief and curses the store as he walks away
  • then he finally arrives at richie’s house
  • he knocks on the door first just in case his terrible excuse of parents are home but they aren’t
  • so he leans down to grab the key from under the doormat and opens the door
  • he walks in and stiffens his upper lip as he glances around at the sight of empty beer cans and liquor bottles and there’s just the smell of old booze and cigarettes in the air
  • like it’s normal (and eddie hates that it’s normal) but richie’s SICK and he should be breathing fresh air not the literal definition of the breath of a drunken bum who’s been living in the gutter
  • this wasn’t what he was expecting bc he figured that richie’s parents would at least open the fucking window because their son is sick inside the house
  • so quickly eddie makes his way to richie’s room that is at the end of the hallway and he knocks on it softly before opening the door
  • he finds richie sitting in his bed ,,, burrito inside blankets and he’s watching something from his laptop
  • his eyes are red and his face is a lil swollen and nose also v red
  • eddie wants to cry bc he looks so bad
  • “eddi???”
  • “yes,,, eddi to the rescue” he mocks his boyfriend’s stuffy nose voice a little
  • richie is literally starstruck bc ???? EDDIE IS THERE ???? EDDIE , IS THERE , WHEN HE IS SICK ????
  • “whad de fug edz u should go befor u ged dis doo”
  • “i’ve been to school without you for a week now richard im done”
  • richie wants to cry
  • eddie is still just staring at him bc he doesn’t know how to approach him since he’s still a little disgusted at the situation this is all new for him ok but he really wants to help his bf
  • “i bought u some stuff”
  • richie starts to smile wide
  • “BUT” eddie starts
  • “before i give u any”
  • “????”
  • “you’re gonna leave this house”
  • richie looks at him like he’s crazy
  • “r u serioud eddi every pard of ma badi hurts”
  • eddie feels so bad for him
  • “you don’t even have fresh air here richie so i am serious”
  • richie can’t take the fact that his boyfriend is such a knight in shiny armor
  • eddie leaves the bag for a moment to grab richie inside his blanket burrito and pull him up.
  • “ur gonna have to get rid of this blanket tho”
  • “no:(”
  • eddie looks at him
  • “srsly richie i can’t give you a ride on my bike you’re gonna fall down and roll down the hill”
  • “:(”
  • “i will give you my blanket once we’re there”
  • richie throws his blanket down way too fast and he starts feeling nauseous
  • the bike ride isn’t very aesthetic™ for him either bc his head is spinning and all of his muscles hurt and oh my gosh he’s doing his everything not to throw up on eddie’s back rn
  • eddie’s mom isn’t home so eddie can easily sneak richie in
  • he’s not sure how he’s gonna explain him living there until he’s healthy again tho
  • but he’s not gonna worry about that now
  • (fast forward;
  • i donT CARE THAT HE’S SICK AND INFECTED MOM,, i LoVE HiM!!!!)
  • so now they go into eddie’s room ( he’s basically holding richie up )
  • and richie settles down on eddie’s bed and eddie wraps him inside a blanket and richie is just smiling at him the whole time
  • “r u comfortable”
  • “very” richie says. the blanket smells like eds and he is in eddie’s bed. ofc he’s comfortable 
  • “here’s my laptop”
  • eddie hands him his macbook and goes to the kitchen to prepare the chicken soup. in the can. which eddie still thinks is unacceptable as he heats it up
  • “here”
  • richie is about to cry bc “did you really mage me chiggen soub”
  • eddie nods with a light frown like wtf obviously that’s what you eat when you’re sick
  • “there’s also ice cream”
  • ice cream???”
  • “yeah it’s for the throat…???
  • eddie is kinda confused bc how can richie not know it helps
  • then it occurs to him that
  • richie doesn’t know, because
  • no one’s probably ever taken care of him when he’s sick????
  • i REPEAT, NO ONE’S EVER TAKEN CARE OF RICHIE TOZIER WHEN HE IS SICK
  • now eddie wants to cry
  • “scoot over”
  • he wants richie to be on the side next to the wall so he can lean his head on it if he wants to it’s more comfy  
  • with a lil trouble richie does move and eddie cuddles up next to him
  • literally cuddles
  • richie is SHOCKED
  • “are you sure u wanna do dat”
  • “100%”
  • richie wants to marry eddie
  • “wad r we watchin”
  • “kill bill”
  • “waid a minude… isn’d dis-”
  • “yours. yeah. i never watched it and i never gave it back so”
  • “u never watched dis?? oh my god eddi—”
  • “eat ur chicken soup and watch this movie with me now oKAY” eddie is a pissed off knight in shiny armor bc talking is just gonna exhaust richie more and he needs to get WELL
  • richie eats his soup and they watch the movie in silence,,,, glued to each other and at some point eddie realizes richie’s fallen asleep with his head resting towards eddie’s
  • eddie can’t move because he knows if he does he’s gonna wake up richie
  • but thankfully after like 15 minutes richie wakes up and he’s like “shid where am i”
  • “you’re with me”
  • he turns his gaze down at eddie and he remembers that yes,,, he is in fact with eddie and he just feels: ️️️️️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
  • well the weekend goes by and eddie goes hardcore nurse on richie and literally by sunday he is already pretty healthy like his voice is back to normal and so on
  • but… Ohno
  • eddie and richie are eating in the kitchen
  • richie goes;
  • “baby can u pass me that ketchup”
  • “sure—”
  • SNEEZE
  • eddie’s eyes widen and he freezes in shock
  • richie looks at him like o'shit he done caught the flu
  • but then he starts to smile
  • “WELL I GUESS I WON’T BE GOING TO SCHOOL FOR ANOTHER WEEK”
  • “what do you mean?!?!?!”
  • “because obviously im gonna take care of u”
  • eddie is 😨😭💘😓😭💕😨😭💗
  • then later they tell the other losers why they’re both missing school and stanley uris wants to comment again
  • “so eddie u went to richie’s house??”
  • “yesh”
  • “and i thought i was romantic letting bill choose dinner”

@nopetaking @xbell22 @donthateonk8 @stenbroughbros @reddiebrekmyheart @itsgreywaterrichie @donvex @blueeyespurpleskies @ageorgymi @oh-youre-the-worst @eddiekaaspbraak @whipashwhipash @rissyq @richietoaster @edskasqbrak @waterlouis @wyattghouleff@urtury @bukiminajimu @kcutieeesblog @stansmansuris @adorefack@reddieaddict @icyeyes102@denbroughbill @graveyardshipper @taletellingsir @anxiety-freak-yuuri @rheddie @queertrashmouth 

Soccer Mom [Steve Harrington x Reader]

Word Count: 1303

Warnings: A few curse words

Summary: Steve invites [Y/N] to come demo-dog hunting with him and Dustin.

A/N: It’s my first Steve Harrington x Reader so have mercy 🤗

Originally posted by nancywheeleers

This was the last thing I expected to happen on my Friday night in. My crush, Steve Harrington, had just showed up at my door holding a baseball bat full of nails with a middle schooler bouncing around behind him.

“We need your help,” Steve said as soon as I opened the door. 

“Hello to you to, Steve. What exactly do you need my help with?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and crossing my arms.

“Monster hunting!” Dustin jumped in from behind Steve, a smiled plastered on his face.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked Dustin and Steve.

“It’s happening again,” Steve said. My eyes widened. Last year when the Upside Down was a threat to Hawkins, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, and I had teamed up to kill the demogorgon in the Byer’s house.

“You were pretty bad-ass last time,” Steve pointed out, recalling when I beat the shit out of the demogorgon with my own nail bat. “We could use that again.” I smirked.

“One second,” I said, turning around and racing into the other room. I came back a few seconds later in a leather jacket, holding my nail bat. “Let’s go.” I walked out of the house feeling Steve’s eyes follow me.

Dustin led Steve and I through the woods until we ended up in an abandoned junkyard full of run down cars and spare parts.

“Oh yeah, this’ll do,” Steve said, heading towards the big bus in the middle.

“Hey guys!” We turned to see Max and Lucas on top of a hill, waving at us and parking their bike. The two kids ran over to the group.

“Ok, we need a plan to catch Dart,” Lucas said.

“Wait, who’s Dart?” I asked.

“My ex-pet that went crazy and the demogorgon dog that we’re trying to catch. Keep up,” Dustin quickly explained.

“Well if it’s a dog, it should like meat, right? We can lure it with meat,” I suggested.

“Where the hell are we supposed to get meat?” Dustin asked.

“The market, dipshit,” Steve snapped.

“Oh right,” Dustin got quieter, while I snickered. Steve winked at me, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Later that night us five were hiding in the bus, the meat we had bought sitting outside. Dustin had begun to freak out, his nerves taking over.

“What if something goes wrong? What if-”

“Dude, get a grip!” Steve yelled, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders. “Nothing’s gonna happen, just get ready.” Steve handed him a lighter to defend himself, which Dustin stuffed in his pocket.

A faint Rrrrrrr could be heard from outside.

“It’s here,” Max said, her eyes filled with fear.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I told her.

“Stay here,” Steve said, grabbing his bat, heading outside.

“Steve!” I whispered, causing him to whip around. “You’re not going out there alone.” I grabbed my baseball bat from the corner and walked towards him. “Together, okay?”

“Okay.” A quiet “get a room” could be heard from Dustin in the back of the bus. I just rolled my  eyes and stepped out of the bus, right behind Steve. Both of us started to whistle, trying to draw the demo-dogs out.

“Come on, buddy,” Steve said.

“Dinnertime,” I whispered. “I taste better than that cat, I promise.”

“I can second that,” Steve flirted.

“Not the time, Harrington.”

“Sorry.”

We were walking towards the growls coming from inside the fog. The fog lightened up revealing a fully-grown Dart.

“Shit,” I whispered, stepping closer to it.

“STEVE, [Y/N]! WATCH OUT!” They heard Lucas scream from his hiding spot.

“Little busy here!” Steve replied, inching closer to Dart.  

“3 0’CLOCK!” Lucas screamed. Hearing that, my head whipped over to my right where I saw another demo-dog stalking towards us.

“Double shit,” I whispered.

“GUYS, ABORT! ABORT!” Dustin yelled. Steve turned around to look at Dustin for one second, but turned back around just in time to push him and I out of the way of Dart who pounced at us. As soon as we regained our balance, we were attacked left and right. Me and Steve kept swinging our nail bats, barely looking at where we were swinging.

“Hurry!” Max hollered. Steve and I made worried eye contact for a split second before sprinting back to the bus, the dogs right behind us.

“Come on!” The kids screamed, but Steve went down as one of the dogs grabbed one of his legs.

“Go!” He told me, but of course I would never leave him. I swung my bat as hard as I could, sending the demo-dog flying across the yard. The kids ran out and grabbed Steve and his bat, pulling him back into the bus, with me behind them to make sure they got in safe. As soon as everyone was in the bus, I slammed the doors shut, breathing heavily from fear.

“You ok?” I quickly asked Steve who looked a bit shaken. He nodded quickly. The dogs were ramming themselves against the locked doors, trying to get in. The bus was getting shaken from the dogs hitting it, resulting in screams of terror from the kids.

“They can’t get in!” I reminded them, hoping to calm them down, but a few of the dogs heads were sticking in through the door. Steve grabbed his bat and started hitting them. Dustin ran to his bag where he grabbed his walkie-talkie and started pleading for help.

“Is anybody there?” He asked. “Mike? Will? God?! Anyone?!” One large blow to the bus made everyone scream. “We’re at the old junk yard, and we are going to die!”

The roof of the bus was getting hit hard, and we could all see the dents caused by the blows. But what we didn’t realize was that one of the emergency exits at the top of the roof was open. One of the demo-dogs was on top of it, peering down at a frightened Max. As soon as she screamed, Steve and I rushed over screaming “out of the way,” pushing the kids behind us. We took out our bats and started swinging at the dog.

“You want some?!” Steve hollered. But the dog suddenly snapped its head in the opposite direction. It retreated and all the other growls and blows to the bus stopped. Nobody dared to make a sound as Steve and I stepped outside the bus to make sure it was clear.

“What happened?” Lucas asked firmly, stepping outside along with Dustin and Max.

“I don’t know,” Max replied.

“Do you think we scared them off?” Dustin asked.

“No,” I said, turning to the kids. “They’re going somewhere.”

“Head inside and gather the stuff, we’ll be right in there,” Steve told the kids. They all ran inside to gather the hunting supplies.

“Bad-ass once again,” Steve said to me flashing his charming smile.

“You really like those kids, don’t you?” I replied.

“They’re good kids,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” I replied, smiling. You know, you’re kinda like a soccer mom. All protective and stuff” Me and Steve both broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Nah, more like a crazy latina mother,” Steve added. The laughter died down, and we knew we had to talk about what was gonna come next.

“Do you think everything will turn out okay?” I asked, fear in their eyes.

“I hope so,” Steve said, cautiously reaching out for my hand. I took charge and gripped his tightly. We both turned to look at each other.

“I won’t let anything hurt you,” he said.

“I know. And if any dog tries to hurt you I’ll swing at it with my bad-ass bat until it’s dead three times over.” Steve snickered.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s check on those kids.” Hand in hand we began to walk back towards the bus.

“Lead the way, soccer mom.”

Midnight Memories // The Color Of My World Part Two [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

Series Masterlist

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x Reader/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, A Smug Stiles Stilinski Talking About Sex, Swearing, Physical and Verbal Violence, Abusive Relationship, AND REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE STILES STILINSKI SERIOUSLY HE IS SUCH A CUTIE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN.

Word Count: 6,168  

Song: Kid In Love by Shawn Mendes (The lyrics are so spot on it’s actually kind of terrifying)

A/N: Thank you so much for loving part one y’all. Here’s part two that also ends with another cliffhanger because I’m addicted to making you guys go crazy lol

“Oh, shit.” Stiles gasped, letting go of me as I stood on my own.

The room remained full of life and color even though he was no longer touching me. My skin, however, felt lost without Stiles. His touch left a lingering burn in my body and I was already craving it again. I longed for someone I just met and, for some reason, it felt right.

“W-We’re-” I stuttered, my mind completely overwhelmed with what we just discovered.

“Soulmates.” He finished my sentence, his warm colored eyes piercing into mine.

Stiles Stilinski, the boy my boyfriend secretly despises, is my soulmate. It’s funny just how sadistic the universe really is.

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Spencer x Reader.

“Ouch, ouch OUCH.“

"Stop being a baby!” you said to your best friend and colleague. 

“But it hurts,” Spencer complained. 

“Well of course it hurts you idiot, you’ve broken your leg." 

"Can you just drive more carefully please?" 

You were in your car driving back from the hospital where you’d spent the last four hours. Spencer was laid out across your back seat, his leg in plaster. You’d been with him when he’d fallen out of the tree, an image you still couldn’t get out of your head. 

Spencer Reid. In a tree. You couldn’t wait to tell the others. You’d taken pictures. 

"This wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me. I told you those branches couldn’t take your weight.” You couldn’t help but gloat. 

“Yes well, I was trying to be nice. That little girl wouldn’t stop crying.”

The two of you had met up for coffee, having returned from your most recent case the evening before. It was a pleasant day so you’d decided to take a walk through the local park. 

You’d come across a young mother trying to calm her crying child, her kite stuck in a tree. 

Spencer, being the gentleman he was, had offered to climb up and get it. You laughed telling him there’s no way those branches could take his weight but he’d ignored you. 

Less than 30 seconds into his climb, you heard a cracking and a loud girlish squeal as he came crashing to the ground, landing on his leg at an awkward angle. 

You couldn’t not laugh at him even though he was clearly hurt. The little girl’s mom had been mortified, especially when you told her what you both did for a living. “It’s fine,” you’d assured her. “He got shot in the leg last year, he’s used to being injured.”

“Can you stop laughing at me and call an ambulance please?” Spencer had piped up from the ground. 

“Let me just take a picture so I can show the team.” You pulled out your cell. “Smile.”

He’d glared at you. “ Ambulance. Now Y/N.”

“Fine, fine. No need to get so tetchy.”

Four hours and multiple photos later, you were on your way home, you having followed the ambulance in your car. You were taking Spencer back to your apartment as yours had an elevator and his didn’t, stopping by at his on the way picking up the list of items he’d given you. 

You drove over another pothole hearing him whine again. “I beg of you, please just drive carefully." 

You signaled, pulling to the side of the road "Get outta the car Reid.” You spun around in your seat. 

“Wait… No! I’m injured.”

“Criticise my driving again, and you can walk home. And I won’t let you stay at my apartment meaning you’ll have to call Morgan and tell him how you tried and failed to fly today.”

He pouted at you. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bad driver. It’s just the pot holes nudge my leg and it freaking hurts. It’s not so bad until you go over one.”

He’d refused painkillers at the hospital, you understanding why, and suddenly you felt bad for taking the piss out of him. 

“I’ll try and avoid them okay. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You made it home with a few mores groans from him and you helped him into your building making it to your apartment with only a few stumbles. 

“Stay here, I’ll make up the couch now so we don’t have to do it later.”

“Aww you’re giving up your bed for me Y/N?”

“Fuck no…. I don’t give up my bed for no-one. You’re having the couch.”

“But I’m injured… And your pull out isn’t very comfortable.” He stayed on it before during your many movie marathons when he couldn’t be bothered to drive home. 

“I’m not giving up my bed Spence. You’re my best friend and I love you to bits but just no. Not happening.”

“But I gave you mine when you had strep throat and demanded I take you home and look after you.”

“And that, is because you are a much nicer person than I am.”

He tried to give you his puppy dog face which he knew almost always made you break. You shook your head at him. This was one thing you weren’t budging on. 

You made up the couch for him and put his bags on the chair. Deciding you were both starving you ordered pizza, watching an old episode of the Twilight Zone when it arrived. 

When you finished up, you tidied your mess away feeling Spencer watching you. He went to speak, stopping before any words actually left his mouth. 

“S'up?” You turned to your friend. 

He screwed up his mouth, his hands nervously playing with his tee shirt. 

“I need a shower.”

He did….When he’d fell he’d landed in some mud and although you’d managed to wipe most of it off whilst you were in the hospital waiting room some of it had matted into his hair, making it even messier than usual. 

“And?”

“I…..um, I’m not gonna be able to pull my jeans off. And I probably won’t be able stand for long in your shower by myself.”

“Can you wait until tomorrow and I can get Morgan to come and help?”

He shook his head. “You know how funny I am about showering everyday. I won’t be able to relax if I don’t. Please?”

Right… Okay. 

“We’ll have to cut your jeans off.” The doctor had already hacked them off at the knee in order to plaster him up so they were ruined anyway. “And… We’ll work the other stuff out as we go. Your boxers are staying on by the way.”

“Well duh….”

You went into your kitchen pulling out a roll of black bin liners, duct tape and your kitchen scissors, grabbing some towels from the basket of clean laundry you’d yet to put away. 

“Move it hop along.” You motioned towards your bathroom. 

“It kinda looks like you’re getting ready to murder me or something Y/N.” He pointed to the bags and scissors. 

“Oh Spencer… I’d at least wait until you were asleep. Now come on.”

He pulled himself up using his crutch as leverage and hobbling into the bathroom behind you. 

Flipping the lid of your toilet seat down, you instruct him, “Sit.”

You took his crutch off him propping it up against a wall. Twirling the scissors around your fingers you smiled menacingly at him. “Do you trust me?" 

"I don’t really have much choice.” He stuck his leg out. “Just…. Don’t cut through my boxers okay.”

Raising your eyebrows at him you joked, “Spencer, if I wanted to see your dick I would have seen it by now. Trust me on that." 

He flushed slightly as you reached for the bottom of his jeans, starting to cut up the side of his leg pulling the fabric apart as you did so you could easily see when you reached his underwear. 

"Pink boxers Spencer? Really?”

He shrugged at you. You continued cutting reaching the top. “Lift your butt off the seat slightly.”

He did and you quickly yanked the jeans from under him so they settled around his thighs. He rested back down. You removed his other Converse and sock, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom and pulling the jeans down and off his other leg. 

“Act one complete. Now onto Act two.” You started humming the Green Hill Zone music from Sonic the Hedgehog as you pulled a black bag from the roll, opening it up and lifting his leg inside it carefully. 

“I never knew you were a Sonic fan Y/N.”

“Up down left right A B C start, you know it baby.” You winked at him. “Now hold the bag around the top of your cast please.”

He gripped the plastic and you reached for the duct tape, taping the plastic flush to his leg and laughing at the finished look. 

“You’re probably gonna lose a few leg hairs getting that off.”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Call yourself a genius Dr Reid….. ”

You stood up from your spot on the floor, leaning over and flicking the shower on. 

When you’d turned around, Spencer had pulled his tee shirt off. 

Woah….. 

You’d seen him shirtless before when you’d hurriedly changed in front of each other when out on cases. In fact you’d seen all of the team in various states of undress, but you’d not seen him with his top off in about four months. 

He’d changed. Not massively, but his tummy had more definition and tone to it and you could make out the start of a V nearing his hips. His shoulders and arms had more muscle. You’d always thought he’d had nice arms but now they definitely looked like they could do a lot more damage. 

“Trying to impress someone Spencer?” you teased. His cheeks flushed. “OMG, I was joking but you actually are. Who? As your best friend I demand you tell me.”

“It…. It’s n-noone.”  He hardly ever stuttered around you now, he had when you’d first met eighteen months ago but he’d stopped when you’d become closer friends. 

“It’s clearly someone… Tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“Pffft. Lies. All lies. Well you’re looking very sexy Dr Reid, even with the bag wrapped round your leg.”

You actually meant this too. You’d always thought Spencer was attractive with his messy hair and deep brown eyes but you’d become such good friends that you’d pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You teased him all the time and faux flirted, loving watching him get flustered trying to come back with a retort. He rarely managed it, him being fairly awkward around girls. 

“Although Spencer?”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Whoever she is, if she doesn’t like you for you then she’s not worth it. Don’t change yourself just to impress someone else. You’re perfect just as you are.”

He blushed the deepest red you’d seen on him in a long time, muttering out a thanks. 

“Now, let’s get you wet sugar!” you drawled earning a chuckle from him, his awkwardness at your compliment fading. 

He inched into your walk in shower using one hand to steady himself against the tiles, while he tried to get under the spray and not get his leg wet at the same time. Although the cast was covered, you still had to be careful.

It was funny to watch and every few moments he’d wobble, letting out a little screech and you’d reach out your arm to steady him. 

Seeing you laughing he flicked his arm through the spray, water droplets hitting you.

“Hey!”

“Stop laughing then and help me wash my hair. I can’t do it and steady myself at the same time.”

“How exactly am I meant to wash your hair for you? You’re a good seven inches taller than me Reid.”

His brow furrowed thinking, and suddenly you had a brainwave. One that would make this all so much easier. 

“Be right back.” You ran into your kitchen spying one of your bar stools and taking it back into the bathroom with. You reckoned it would just about fit. Motioning him to move out the way you placed the chair in the shower with him. 

“Ta daaaa!! Now sit.”

Pulling off your hoody and your own jeans you stepped into the shower behind him leaving your tee shirt and underwear on. You unhooked the shower head from its holster on the wall, handing it to him hold. 

You grabbed your shampoo from the rack, squirting some onto his messy hair. “Head back Spencer.”

He did as instructed, holding the spray of the shower away from you both and as you ran your fingers through his locks, massaging the shampoo into a lather. 

“I swear you have nicer hair than me Spence. It’s really not fair." 

He laughed and you took the shower head off him, rinsing it through and repeating the same steps with the conditioner.  

His eyes were closed and you swore you heard a light moan coming from him as you massaged his scalp lightly. 

"Done.”

Handing him your body wash and a spare sponge you held the shower head above him, the water sluicing down his back as he washed himself. “Y/N…. Close your eyes please.”

“I’m not looking, feel free to give yourself a good ole scrub down there. Just remember; once is fine, twice is okay, but three times…. And I’m leaving the shower.”

He laughed announcing a few moments later that he was done. You shut off the water, helping him up and moving the chair out. 

“Think you can hobble back and get dressed yourself whilst I have a quick wash?”

He nodded wrapping a towel around his middle, grabbing his crutch and heading out of the room. 

You stripped, quickly shaving your legs and washing your own hair. When you’d finished you dried off, dressing in the same pajamas you’d left in there this morning. 

Spencer was laid out on your bed propped up with your pillows against your headboard. He’d managed to dress himself in a pair of loose pajama pants and a tee shirt, you noticing the wet towel and his pink boxers lying on top of your wash basket. The black bag had gone as well. 

“He hey hey, I said you weren’t having my bed.”

He grinned. “I’m not, just let’s watch TV in here for a bit. It’s more comfy.”

You relented, he was right after all. You chucked him the TV clicker, climbing on to the bed next to him. 

“Thank you by the way.”

“Huh? For?" 

"For um… Letting me stay here and helping me in the shower and stuff. I know it was a bit weird.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my bestie and you’re hurt. I may take the piss but I genuinely don’t like you being in pain…. Except when it’s caused by me.” You reached out and pinched his arm.  “Oh and Spence, I don’t really find anything weird with you. I feel comfortable when I’m with you. Kinda…. At home?” The last part came out like a question, more because you weren’t sure how else to explain yourself. 

He glanced at you. “Me too Y/N.” He got what you meant. 

He flicked through the channels, settling on some teen movie that had not long started. 

Fifteen minutes in and you were exasperated with the storyline already. 

“For fucks sake, her best friend is clearly the better option and he’s obviously head over heels for her. I can’t stand these types of movies.”

“Why not?” Spencer shot you a sideways look. 

“Just the whole dynamic. If you have feelings for your best friend, then freaking tell them. Or show them somehow.”

“Like how? Maybe he’s shy. What if he’s scared?” Reid’s voice sounded weird. Slightly strangled somehow. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There’s ways of telling someone without actually saying it. Take her hand whilst you’re out walking or something. If she pulls away, she’s not into you like that and you can just pretend it never happened. No harm done, no awkward conversation.”

He went quiet and you resumed watching the movie. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt his arm twitch on the bed. You turned to look at him, his eyes intently focused on the screen. 

Another few minutes later, the same thing. His hand actually leaving its spot on the bed this time before putting it back down again. 

A full ten minutes later you heard him inhale a deep breath before moving his hand and wrapping it around yours. 

You jumped but didn’t pull away, just staring at your hands for a moment, thoughts running through your head, replaying the conversation you’d not long had. 

Oh… OH. 

This was new.

But not horrible. Definitely not horrible. In fact….. 

You liked it. Like really liked it. 

Spencer went to pull his hand away, obviously scared by your lack of response. 

“No….. Leave it Spence." 

You turned your hand face up so you could interlace your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth and strangely fuzzy feeling it gave you inside your tummy. 

He liked you? Like that?

He liked you. 

And given the butterflies you could feel dive bombing in your stomach, you liked him back.

Well, he was hot. And he knew almost everything about you. 

And you did spend almost all your spare time with him. 

And he was funny, and caring and kind. He was your favourite person in the world. 

You liked him. Why had you never realised?

Huh. 

This was completely unexpected. 

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, raising your eyes to his. His beautiful eyes, looking so nervous and unsure. 

You smiled at him, slightly unsure yourself. 

He returned your grin, releasing the breath he’d been holding and squeezing back. 

Okay. You could work with this. 

You wriggled closer to him, lifting his arm up and placing it around your shoulder before resting your head against his shoulder. You heard a sigh that you could only describe as contentment coming from him. 

Yes, you could definitely work with this. 

And that’s how you fell asleep. 

JB Homophobia Analysis

Okay so there’s been a lot of bickering within the got7 fandom over what JB said during his celebrity bromance with Youngjae. Firstly, I’m disappointed in JB but I’m more dissapointed in people defending his actions. It wasn’t just one mistranslation, it was literally throughout the entire video. This is gonna be long but I took screenshots and I’m going to break it down for people who still can’t see why what he said was wrong.

But before that I just want to say this does not mean I think we should be sending him hate. In fact, we should be educating him on why what he said isn’t okay and a simple apology isn’t the end of the world. Idols aren’t perfect, they make mistakes and have flaws. JB’s homophobia is one of them. There’s nothing wrong with correcting ignorant behavior, but ignoring it just means it can happen again. Alright, I will now go in depth about the screenshots I took. 

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Flinch - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by kwanghale

Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!

Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.


“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.

“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’. 

“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.

“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.

“Lydia?”

“Yeah, Lydia.”

“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia my voice drips with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.

“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”

“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.

“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.” 

“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.

“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.


I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.


I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back. 

“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.

“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me. 

“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.

“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off. 

“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”

“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.

“How do I make it up to you?” 

“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.

“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.

“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.

“Love you too.”

“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.


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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 5

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Werewolf!Stiles, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Mason Hewitt, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.

“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.

Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.

You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”

“Are we really keeping this random baby?”

“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”

“Then we can name him…Henry.”

You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”

“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”

You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”

“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.

“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.

“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.

“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”

Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.

Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.

“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.

“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.

“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.

“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.

“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.

“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.

“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”

“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.

Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”

You smile wider. “Sure.”

“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”

“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.

“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”

You look over at Derek and smile.

“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.

"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.

“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.

“You know..it’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.

“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.

“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.

Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”

Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.

“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”

“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.

You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.

It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.

“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.

Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”

“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.

You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.

You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.

“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”

“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.

“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.

You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.

“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.

You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.

“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”

Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.

Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.

“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.

“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.

“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.

You smack his arm and laugh.

“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.

“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.

“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”

“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia in my family tree.”

“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.

Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.

“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”

“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.

“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”

“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.

“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.

The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”

Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.

“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”

Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.

You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.

“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”

You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.

“You too.”

Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.

Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.

“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.

“So, Derek..is she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”

Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”

“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”

“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”

“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.

“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”

You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.

My Best Friend

Hey guys!  Here’s a random one-shot I wrote…  Hope you like it!  BONUS POINTS to anyone who can figure out the song that I loosely based this off of (even though it’s not a song fic)!


“No, listen-  That’s not what I meant!”  Natsu’s voice was a few octaves higher than it normally was; it mixed with the raspiness of his voice and made it sound like a rusted door swinging on its hinge.  He sighed heavily and ran a frustrated hand through his rosy hair, all while Lucy sat curled up in one of his leather arm chairs, Blink 182 playing in the background, turned low by Lucy soon after Natsu had gotten the call.  “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”  Natsu huffed, now standing in front of his window, looking out into the darkness of ten o’clock at night, arms crossed, and brows creased.  

His frustration had gone on for over an hour now, and Lucy felt mildly helpless to the situation, though she wouldn’t even know where to begin if she tried.  Natsu’s girlfriend, she didn’t even know her name, had called.  She was offended by some joke he had made earlier when he introduced her to Gray, and was going off on him for embarrassing her in front of his friend.  Lucy rolled her eyes in thought; Natsu was brash and a little thick when it came to personal boundaries, but she knew that whatever Natsu had said wasn’t meant to be offensive to the girl.

It was supposed to be a typical Friday, Natsu and Lucy were having their movie and hangout night- bad scary movies, popcorn, the whole shebang.  That all was put on hold when his girlfriend called and started screaming at him.  Lucy was honestly perplexed as to why they even started dating, it was more or less out of the blue.  One day Natsu was his normal self, not talking about any girl to anyone, the next day he’s saying he has a girlfriend.  It, quite honestly, shook Lucy up a bit and bothered her that he didn’t tell her.  She hadn’t met her yet because, Natsu had said, he was saving her for last because, ‘Best for last, Luce!’.  If Lucy was being honest with herself, she couldn’t give two shits about meeting the girl if this was the way she was going to treat her best friend.

“Listen-” Natsu desperately tried to get a word in, but it seemed he was cutoff yet again.  He gave her a helpless look and Lucy returned it with a sympathetic shrug.  “Sorry.” He hissed out a whisper to her and Lucy waved off his apology, it wasn’t his fault.  Soon after he had whispered to her, his expression went from mild annoyance, to something like anger.

“It’s Lucy, I told you we hangout every Friday.” He answered the girl’s unheard question, and Lucy shook her head to herself.  Nosy. “She’s my best friend, Emily.”  Ah, Emily.  That was the illusive girlfriend’s name.  Lucy had not met many Emily’s that weren’t batshit crazy.  “Yes, I did tell you!” Lucy admired how Natsu was attempting to keep his emotions in check; he had his head pressed up against his wall, forefinger and thumb resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and his eyes closed tightly while his phone was pressed to his ear.

“I can go…” Lucy got up, clicking her Spotify off, cutting of the song I Miss You which was, in Lucy’s opinion, a damn tragedy.  Natsu met her gaze, pulling himself up, and shook his head adamantly.

“Emily, I’m sorry.  We can talk more about this tomorrow, okay?” Natsu reasoned, shaking his head in annoyance. “See ya.” He replied and clicked the little red phone on his screen.  “Fuck,” He cursed, sitting on his couch, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m…  Sorry?”  Lucy offered and Natsu lifted his gaze, laughing lightly.

“It ain’t your fault.  S’ides, I guess I should watch my mouth more.” He sighed and Lucy frowned.  “It was a stupid joke.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m sure you didn’t mean it.” Lucy pointed out and Natsu seemed to relax a bit.  “At the very least I’m sure that it didn’t deserve an hour and twelve minute phone call.” Lucy pouted a bit looking at the cold popcorn that she had made just before the call.

“She’s just…  Sensitive, I guess?” Natsu shrugged and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“That’s pretty damn sensitive,” Lucy stated, getting up to inspect the popcorn.  “How did you two even meet?  It seems like all of a sudden you were dating.  You didn’t even tell me.”  Lucy asked sourly, shooting a glance over her shoulder at him, and he looked at her apologetically.

“She’s in my chem class.  We were just talking a lot this semester, just being friendly, and I dunno…”  Natsu ran a had through his hair again and Lucy frowned.

“It…  Doesn’t really sound like you’re happy…”  Lucy whispered and Natsu avoided her gaze.

“I found out through one of her friends in the class that she really liked me.” He stated, still not meeting her gaze.  She watched him open his mouth, but nothing came out, and she decided not to push it further.  Lucy knew that he was unhappy, it was written all over his face, especially after getting harassed over the phone for so long.  Lucy didn’t know why he would want to put up with something like that.

“Why don’t we watch our movie now, okay?” Lucy suggested, the biggest smile she could muster on her face.  Natsu returned it with his signature toothy grin, and patted the seat next to him on his couch.

“Hell yeah!  Let’s get spooked by shitty jump scares!”  He cheered and Lucy laughed, happy to see that he was coming around to his usual self.

“Great!  I picked out a good one, it’s called Sharknado…”


The week following the ‘phone-call-night’, Lucy had been introduced to Emily.  The girl had barely spoken to her, but the sneer on her face had been apparent that they were not going to be friends, and Lucy was perfectly happy with that.  

“She’s just so…  Ugh!” Lucy griped to Cana and Levy as they sat in Magnolia University’s library café.  “She’s making him so unhappy.”

“She did look like a skank.” Cana agreed and Lucy rolled her eyes though a smirk broke out on Lucy’s lips.

“That’s not what I was getting at, but I’ll take it.” Lucy sighed and let out a small giggle.

“I mean, it’s clear to everyone that he’s not happy.  It’s not like Natsu to just put up with something like that.  This is so opposite of him.” Levy pondered and Lucy threw her hands up, nodding in agreement.

“Exactly!  He doesn’t deserve to be treated like that by someone like her!  He deserves someone-”

“Like you?” Cana teased, sipping her coffee, and making Lucy’s cheeks burn.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” Lucy stammered and Levy giggled madly.  “I’m just saying, he deserves a lot better than her.”

“So, yeah, you.” Levy joined in the teasing and Lucy placed a look of betrayal on her friend.  “It’s only the truth, Lu!”

“You two are no help.” Lucy pouted and the two girls laughed lightly, giving her sympathetic looks.  “Either way, I don’t want to deal with the crazy bit-”

“Luce!” Natsu’s voice called from the entrance of the café, startling her and causing her to choke on her tea.

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werewolf!derek high school fics

I had a request for no-hale-fire werewolf!derek/human!stiles fic recs. I may have went off the reservation a bit with witch/spark Stiles. :) The other high school fics are here and the werewolf reveal fics which kinda line up with teenage werewolf!derek are here 

Option C) Some Bad Guys are Werewolves, but Not All Werewolves are Bad Guys by  calrissian18 | 9K

Derek Hale—the Incredible Meat that Thinks—needs a math tutor. Stiles Stilinski needs something that will look better on his college applications than ‘passable D&D Dungeon Master.’

It’s a match made in heaven. Er, right?

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play by  apocryphal | 20.9K

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It’s all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by  secondstar | 21.3K

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.

Dude, Werewolves by  mysecretashes | 29.6K

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

Of Witches and Werewolves by  alexenglish | 8.7K

“I need you to have sex with Derek Hale like yesterday,” Lydia says, slamming her bag down on the table with more force than strictly necessary, mouth a tight line of displeasure. Stiles chokes on his boxed apple juice, sputtering, limbs flailing.

“Say it louder,” Stiles hisses, leaning forward so they can talk in low tones. “I don’t think they heard you in the back.”

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started  halfhardtorock | 21.8K

He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked.

He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by  xiaq | 61.8K

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

Just the Same by  ericaismeg | 68K

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.

A New Home - Theo Raeken

Summary: Takes place during season 6 episode 12. You find out Theo has been sleeping in his car and try to help.

Word count: 3,062

Author’s note: I kinda feel bad for Theo. Yeah, he killed Scott but then he got dragged to hell by his dead sister so… he’s sorta suffered. There will be a part 2. I have no chill so this is extra long and I couldn’t figure out how to finish it just yet. Also, this answers question I had like: What is Theo eating? What’s he doing about clothes? Werewolves need money too

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Originally posted by morethanonefandom

It was late, or early depending on who you asked. There was only one week before you went off to college and you were hoping to enjoy your last few days of summer. But this was Beacon Hills and the town had other plans in mind. Scott and Lydia were already supposed to be at school, but due to one of Lydia’s premonitions they stayed behind. Stiles was already away in Virginia and you were more than ecstatic for your spastic friend. At least one of your friends managed to get out before everything went to hell again. You promised yourself you would get out too. There was a university two hours away that had a scholarship with your name on it.

Besides your car, the road you were driving on was empty. You were about 10 minutes from your house when you passed an old wore down building. You saw one of the deputy’s cars parked and a familiar looking truck. As your car pulled up closer, you realized whose truck it was: Theo’s.

After the ghost rider situation got resolved you hadn’t seen much of Theo. Actually, you hadn’t seen Theo since then. Honestly, you thought he left town. There was nothing keeping him in Beacon Hills. You decided to see what was going on, so you pulled over.

Deputy Grey was standing at Theo’s window talking to him. With all the supernatural activities in Beacon Hills and Stiles’ dad being the Sheriff, you and the pack spent a lot of time at the station so you knew a few of the deputies. You could see Theo sighing and rolling his eyes from his open window as you got out of your car.

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More | Stiles Stilinski

From: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 2,819
Warnings: fluff x

A/N: Yep, yet another one. Apparently, inspiration hasn’t abandoned me, so, until then, imma keep writing, whether you guys like it or not. And a special thanks to @ombralievedineve who helped me and proofread this for me! Enjoy! xo 

Beacon Hills. Same old Beacon Hills.

Nothing was really happening here lately so I thought it was the perfect day to spend the afternoon outside and enjoy the last few days before having to pack everything up for college. The sky was kind of cloudy so taking a sweater with me would probably be a good idea.

I headed outside, stuck my headphones in my ears and right before leaving the house I spotted my old black skateboard leaning on the fence. Oh, my God, I haven’t been on that in so long… I thought about it for a bit, shrugged my shoulders, smiled and picked it up.

Damn, I love this thing. I’ve always loved riding the skateboard. I remember when I used it everyday when I had to go to school in the morning: walking wasn’t really my thing and I didn’t want my parents to bring me because I didn’t want to disturb them, so, for my 13th birthday, right before high school started, I asked if they could buy me one, and they did, which made me the happiest person in the world. 

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See You Next Summer

A super-quick Finaleversary fic. Thanks to Scribe for being willing to beta fics I toss at her with zero warning at the spur of the moment. Love to her, and to everyone I’ve met through Gravity Falls.

Ao3


The end of summer. 2012.

Candy and Grenda go back to Grenda’s place after seeing Mabel off. They’d planned a sleepover in advance, knowing that they’d need several hours of cuddling, cookie dough and playing dress up with Grenda’s lizard to ease the sting of saying goodbye. Candy sits up on Grenda’s shoulders, because they need Grendy to help themselves feel big and tough right now, and Grenda makes howling and roaring sounds for all she’s worth, but it’s still a sad day.

They pass Pacifica sitting out on the curb. She looks like she might be waiting for someone. Actually, by the way she’s sitting with her face in her hands, she looks like she might have been waiting for a while. Candy glances down at Grenda, and a look passes between them. Should they ask if something’s wrong? Somehow even after living through the end of the world, after seeing all social order turned upside down, it would still feel weird to go up to the most popular girl in school (the same girl who’s cut them up with cruel words more times than they can count) and ask if she’s all right.

Mabel would have done it. But Mabel isn’t there, and Candy and Grenda both badly want to get home to the blanket nest and stack of videos they know is waiting for them, so they walk on and leave Pacifica alone.

2013. The end of summer.

Pacifica isn’t exactly friends with Candy and Grenda. No, no, she’d never call them that. But, you know. Hanging out with them makes her look good by comparison.

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Stay With Me (Part 4)

Summary: Directly after the events of CA:TWS, Bucky meets a girl with extraordinary abilities and together they may have a chance to recover from their troubled pasts.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2369
Warnings: Mild language (like, really mild, barely worth mentioning type mild)
A/N: Okay so this part is a bit longer than I intended but I couldn’t help myself because I’ve kinda missed this series, I hope you guys like it! Reader’s thoughts are italicized.

one | two | three | four

Originally posted by dallexs

[Previously]

In truth, this was the first time you met Bucky, the man behind the Soldier, but this wasn’t the first time staring into the most intense pair of steel-blue eyes you had ever seen.

Your voice cracked as you let the tears fall to your cheeks, “You still can’t remember me, Bucky?”


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WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 15 Full Translation.

The Ceremony

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pages 158-168

Human world.

Karakura Town - Sakurabashi park.

This park constructed on the hills overlooking the railway track was Inoue Orihime’s favourite place. Even though it is only a small park with a few dozen or so trees and couple of benches, every bench is placed in front of a great view and there is no disappointment wherever you sit. Amongst those, Orihime particularly liked the bench facing opposite the railway track, she loved watching the trains and the town from there.

Kuchiki Rukia and Abarai Renji were currently sitting side by side on that very bench. The time was around 10 p.m. and the small night view of Karakura Town was spread out below them. Because Renji was not as familiar with the Human World as much as Rukia was, every time a train would pass by he would curiously follow it with his eyes.

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Winter Formal

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2009

Request:  Can I write an imagine we’re you are best friends with stiles. And the night of the dance your date runs off with some of his friends completely ignoring you. So when the slow song comes on stiles comes up to you and asks you to dance. And you hold on to him kind of how Lydia did at this scene. And you shed a tear because you secretly like stiles. But don’t know whether or not he feels the same by anonomoose.

Author’s Note: Again, I’m so so sorry it’s taking me so long to spit out requests! They are coming though, don’t you worry! Thank you to the amazing @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me. I hope you guys enjoy this, it’s pretty cute!


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Green Tea and Google ONESHOT

Synopsis: you and your Riverdale friends all live together while in college or//working. You and Jughead have a certain…rocky relationship and regularly are at each other’s throats. One day Jughead pushes you over the edge….in more ways than one
Pairings: Jughead x reader
Warnings: Swearing and smut

A/N: wrote this mostly from “your” point of view. Write the smut in first person and think I prefer writing it in 3rd person (unless otherwise requested). Sorry it’s kinda long.
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Y/N pov (psssst that’s you dolly)

“FORSYTHE!!!!!!” i screamed so loud at the top of the stairs that Forsythes across the globe were shaking in their boots. I had never been so angry in my entire time living with my friends. I’m going to kill him.

“Jesus Christ y/n I was in the kitchen not Kenya!” He meets me at the bottom of the stairs and with one glance at what’ in my hand he takes off running in the opposite direction.

“OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN” I shout wielding my laptop in one hand and a fist in the other as I chased him around the house. Brazen brat. Erases everything from my laptop and thinks I won’t notice.

I chased him around the island unit in the kitchen before he took off into the sitting room. As I launched after him a weight was thrown into my waist as I was hauled up and onto Archie’s shoulder

“ARCHIIIIIIIE PUT ME DOWN” Archie carried me to the sitting room fireman style after Jughead as I struggled against him.

“CALM DOWN Y/N! I’m sure whatever he did we can fix again! Jesus stop kneeing me!” He says pulling against the urge to drop me.

I stop fighting him and let my body go limp before taking in a deep breath, Archie still keeps slung over his shoulder.

“Oh my God what is it this time I could hear the screaming from the drive!!” Betty comes in from work throwing her coat on a hook thankful for Friday but annoyed to have to witness more Jughead and I based drama.

“That BASTARD broke my laptop” I attempted to gesture to Jughead who was standing safely on the other side if the couch.

“I didn’t mean to honestly! I was wiping my search history and…and just did too good a job at it…” i.am.going.to.kill.him…..as soon as I get down from here.

“WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT DID YOU GOOGLE FOR CHRIST SAKE! MY ASSIGNMENT THAT IS DUE MONDAY IS GONE! ITS 50% OF MY GRADE YOU TOOL!”

“I..I…I…” stuttering? He’ll be doing worse than stuttering when my fist is in his mouth.

“Why didn’t you use your own laptop Jughead?” Betty asked holding back a laugh.

“Don’t you remember? Y/N SPILLED HER FREAKING CHI GREEN LATTA FRAPPE MOCHACHINNO ON IT AND BROKE IT!”

Is he really going to yell at me? To say our relationship was fragmented would be the least you could.

“OH FOR FUCK SAKE IT WAS GREEN TEA AND I SPILLED IT CAUSE YOU FRIGHTENED  ME!” I retorted…. loudly

“Oh my God would you too hurry up and have sex already for God sake” Kevin leaned in the doorway. Jughead and I looked at Kevin and then back at each other in shock then disgust. Okay, first kill Jughead, then take care of Kevin.

I took a deep breath.

“Okay Archie, please will you put me down, I am zen” I tried as calmly as I could possibly muster.

“Emm I don’t think…”

“I SAID IM FUCKING ZEN” I cut across him “Ahem I mean, I am zen Archibald now please let me down.”

Archie glanced at Jughead who looked genuinely frightened. Good.

“Okay but promise you won’t attempt to kill Jughead we need him to pay his share of the rent or we’ll be thrown out” “cheers” Jughead nodded sarcastically at Archie.

Archie slowly let me down. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen and back retrieving a dish of water and a broom. The four watching me the entire time.

I stood on the couch side table and put the dish of water to the ceiling “Arch come prop this up with the broom I have to show ye something mad I learned today in my totally calm rational state of mind”

Archie rolled his eyes at me and did so. I calmly jumped down and marveled at Archie holding the dish to the ceiling with the handle of the broom.

“Now so….now that you can’t move and stop me without soaking yourself and the house…COME HERE JUGHEAD!” I flew over the couch and right at Jughead catching him off guard while Archie couldn’t decide what to do. Betty and kevin were keeled over laughing.

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It had been some time since I had pinned Jughead to the ground and hit his chest while Kevin hauled me up and Betty assisted with the Archie and the dish as they both still laughed. Archie, not so impressed.

I laid on my bed, laptop on in front of me, staring at a blank screen. I’m fucked.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and in the solace of my room the tears began to fall. My whole future is going down hill all because Jughead can’t work fucking Google.

I thought I was being nice offering my laptop, last time I ever be nice to anyone. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out sigh trying to stop the crying.

A soft knock came to the door. Everyone should be asleep. I rubbed at my face quickly to get rid of the tears hoping it would be Veronica or Archie so I could just openly cry into my best friends chests.

I opened the door and Jughead rushed in past me with such speed, obviously afraid I would have closed it immediately on seeing him. He would have been correct.

Jughead, in his dressing gown, paced the room as I closed the door softly.

“Jughead….can you please just…not.” I am truly shocked to see him.

“Y/N I am so sor…have you been crying?” I turn away from him. “Umm…” he continues “anyway I’m really really sorry for what I did but you have to know it wasn’t like a vendetta or anything and usually I wouldn’t care if I hurt you but…well I mean obviously to a certain extent I mean I don’t want to see you in real pain”

“Jughead; you’re rambling. Stop’ I interject still not looking at him.

“Oh yeah sorry anyway I’m sorry and and and  I’m here to help you write your thing and I know I don’t know a lot about your major but I don’t want you to stress over something I did…well not to this extent and I took Archie’s laptop so maybe I can do research and yanno I might learn something and you’d get it done and”

“Jug, rambling”

“Sorry sorry…please don’t be mad at me anymore I am really sorry, I know we don’t always…I know we never get on but I’m still your friend in a weird us way aren’t I?”

I have no reply to that. I don’t know why I did what I did, I blame exhaustion and stress, but I turned on my heels and threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. This definitely shocked him and he at first braced for pain but soon realised i was not directing any malice towards him. I mean I nearly squished the life out of the bastard but it wasn’t out of hate. I made it worse by then practically sobbing into his chest

“I am a terrible human being” he whispered, dropping his school bag next to him and pulling me closer, arms around my waist.  “Yeah kinda” I laugh through sobs and he returns a smile. He chuckles softly.

After a moment or two of just standing like that I break from him and dry my eyes with my sleeve. I threw myself down on the bed and replaced the laptop on my knees. I had to edge over a little so Jughead could sit next to me but it was fine. A Little more than fine….shut up y/n I have to focus. I gave him a quick debrief and we both set to work.

This is kinda odd. Jughead and I. Together. Not killing each other. It’s different. It’s odd. It’s…it’s not bad.

As 3 am rolled around my head began to weigh heavy and it slumped down onto Jugheads shoulder. I had over ¼ written, I deserved a power nap.

“Alright y/n that’s enough for tonight” Jughead whispered and took the laptops and put them both on the bedside locker. I shameless put up no fight. I felt Jughead slowly slip from under me.

“Where are you going” wow I was groggy.

“Umm back to my room?” he whispered

“Oh…why don’t you just stay there you’ll wake the house leaving and then Veronica will bury her heel in your head” I squinted up at him only half aware of what I just said. Had I just asked jughead to stay in bed with me? Have I lost my mind?

“Um yeah makes sense” he said with a small smile. I went out like a light after he squished in next to me and we curled into each other.


I woke to the sunlight crossing my eyes as I rested my head on Jugheads chest. I snuggled back down into him, legs all tangled under the duvet. Wait what?

I shot up with such speed that Jughead nearly fell out of the bed.

“Oh my God what’s wrong y/n?” he said stretching and with an eye closed trying to adjust to the sun

“I just woke up next to you that’s what’s wrong! Oh God you have to leave before someone sees you they’ll never let it go….especially Kevin" I say panicked throwing myself backwards onto the bed inhaling and exhaling loudly.

“Hahah don’t worry y/n we didn’t do anything” he said rolling back towards me and throwing his arm over me. “Lie closer you were blocking the sun for me a second ago” I hit him into the chest but still for some reason obeyed, curling back into him.

Once again I shot back up “OH MY GOD I NEED TO WRITE MY ASSIGNMENT!” I say this time actually pushing him from the bed.

“For fuck sake okay okay I’m going to get us coffee, you start”


Jughead PoV

Oh my God I just woke up next to y/n and now I have to sneak out of her room like we did something bad. I crept out of her room and began walking down the stairs, totally lost in thoughts of her.

“Hey Jughead do you..”

“NOTHING I DID NOTHING” woah okay Jughead let’s not scream Archie off his half of the stairs.

“Umm…okay I’m going to pretend that’s not super suspicious….do you have my laptop?”

“Yeah it’s in y/ns room” shit.shit.shit don’t ask about it don’t ask about it.

Archie raised an eyebrow “oh..oh right okay and why is it in her room?” A smile started to grow on his face “wait…did you just come out of her room?…Jughead did you and y/n…”

“Nononononono” I say brushing past him and down the rest of the stairs, him hot on my heels.Oh crap he’s not going to leave this go.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III did you and y/n..”

“Archie! Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” His smile went from small to a full on blinding grin.

“Jughead you dog!” he said shoving me playfully “but seriously, hurt her and I’ll bury you under the patio” going from lighthearted to dead serious very quickly, Archie’s style.

“I wont…wait a second, nothing happened Archie I swear, I was helping her with her assignment and we just fell asleep that’s all nothing else happened”

“I seeeeeee” he clearly did not see as I turned on the coffee maker.

“Did you want something to happen?” Okay that question caught me totally off guard, like pulling up to a junction and then being hit by a train.

“Ohhhhhh Juggy likes y/n Juggy likes y/n, called it”

“Shhh shut up she could hear you!”

“Oh you didn’t deny it” he punched me into the arm probably harder than he intended…or maybe it was another overprotective friend thing.

“Look Archie I..I really don’t know I find her totally mesmerizing…but also so insanely frustrating” I rubbed my hand across my eyes trying to stop the headache y/n was forming in my mind.

“Oh dude you’ve got it so bad for herrrr” he said once again pushing me.

“Okay seriously Arch I’m going to need you to stop doing that you’re going to bruise me! Look it doesn’t matter anyway y/n doesn’t like me like that, she doesn’t and won't” I throw myself down on the kitchen counter, sitting defeated drinking coffee while y/ns brews.

……wait Archie hasn’t said anything to that and I’ve known him for too long to not know that that means he knows something.

“Archie….what do you know?!” I put down the coffee and slipped off the counter

“What….i…i know nothing” stuttering? Oh he’s lying.

I caught him by the shoulders and made him meet my eyes. “Archie…you need to tell me right now if I have even the slightest shot with y/n” I had never spoken to him with such pointedness. My eyes were searching his for an answer, any answer at all.

“Yeah…yeah Jughead I might know something” and then he told basically the story of y/n. How she had liked me since we were kids and didn’t think I had any interest so that’s why she had that stint dating Reggie, that’s really when our fighting went into overdrive. Then we all moved in together and Reggie’ jealousy went insane and they broke up. She then realized she still really liked me, but again, thought I had no interest and so here we are, killing each other.

“So wait…does she like me now or not?!”

“Do you like her?”

“We’re not talking about me right now we’re talking about her! Well?!”

“Yeah Jughead…yeah she still likes you…oh God she’s going to kill me”

I stepped back from him. I definitely looked shock. Then I just took off. Took off running up the stairs taking two steps at a time as Archie called after me to Be Careful.

I stopped outside her door, hovering my hand over the handle. Oh God oh God oh God what am I doing what am I doing. Okay okay okay, don’t think for once, just act jug. Just go for it.


Y/N Pov

I sat typing away, I .now had almost half of it done thank fuck. Suddenly Jughead comes flying in the door, slamming it behind him. He practically runs over to the bed and takes the laptop from me and throws it on the bean bag.

“Umm okay then, jughead trying to break the screen too” I laugh at the bizarre raven-haired boy.

He lunged forward on to the bed and was suddenly on top of me hovering above me. Oh my God what is happening. What is happening. This isn’t happening. Please let it be happening.

I could see the absolute fear in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed me. Oh it is happening.

He pulled away from me looked in my eyes so apologetically and scared and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I am so sor..” I pulled him back into the kiss before he could finish the apology. He smiled into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“This.is.crazy” he said between kisses.

“Good crazy I hope”

“The best crazy” he said kissing me again

“Wanna get a little crazier” I say running my fingers through his hair. “What did you have in mind” his smile was a little twisted and his eyes lustful as he meet my lips more harshly as I giggled.

I sat up to pull off my shirt biting his bottom lip before doing so. I threw my shirt away while he took off his. I ran my hands down his muscled chest as he began to nip at my bare one.

I moaned at his tender bite. I reached and grazed his bulge with my hand and was met with a groan. I shimmied out of my bed shorts as he kicked off his track pants.

“Y/N are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah Definitely” I say pawing his torso again.

“Okay” laughs as he reattaches himself to my neck. I let out a whimper as he roams my body with his hands. He’s going to give me so much crap for that one.

“I’m going to give you so much crap for that" he smiles.

My turn. I began kissing down his neck, biting slightly as I went until a high moan came from him. I began to abuse this spot completely. Yup, that’s going to leave a mark.

His hardness pressed against me and is driving me insane. I bucked my hips slightly against him and he let out a groan. Sweet friction.

“Okay I can’t hold on any longer, I need you” he’s eyes dark with lust. I reached for my bedside locker and retrieved a condom. He slipped it on while I kicked off my underwear.

Jughead slowly inched his was inside me and I gripped his shoulders digging my nails in. He adjusted his hand to support himself while using the other to play with me.. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as he began to move and breath heavily. “Oh fuck Jughead” “Fuck me y/n”

I pulled him down so I could go back to biting at his neck as he began to speed up his movements.

I broke from his neck as my head tilted back. I bucked my hips to his and lost it as he hit my g-spot. “Don’t stop Jug I’m so close” I moaned. He too began to moan at the feeling of my walls tightening around him. The tightening band in my stomach finally snapped as I moaned out his name in sweet sweet bliss.

Jughead grunted as he rode out his orgasm. My legs still wrapped around him shaking and hands on his shoulders. He’s so hot.

He pulled out after a moment and breathlessly collapsed next to me.

“Wow” he sighed “Wow….don’t tell kevin he’ll give himself an aneurysm haha” returned, pulling the duvet around us. He put his arm around me and pulled me in. “i know you loved me since we were kids and all but..” “wait what? how did you kno…I’m going to kill Archie….or thank him I haven’t decided yet” jughead chuckled ((oh I hate that word)) in response to my indecisiveness.

“You should break my laptop more often y/n” I scoff in return “are you kidding me it was your fault!” “Don’t argue with your boyfriend or I’ll withold sex” he laughed then regretted it, I could tell by the way he shifted.

“Boyfriend?”

“Um yeah sorry I just assumed sorry I made it awkward…”

“No it’s okay….besides isn’t it the girlfriends secret power to withhold sex”

His laugh was genuine and dripping with relief.

We lay there for a moment tangled and enjoying the last of or highs. Oh wait. Shit.

I sat up quickly and once again knocked Jughead to the floor. “I have to finish my assignment!!!”

“Orrrrrrr” jughead purred as he caught my wrist and pulled me down on the floor on top of him.

“Really?” I smiled

“Yeah…why not I should be able to have sex with my girlfriend if she and I are both cool with it”

“See, you could never withhold sex”

He scoffs, “not with you I couldn't” he smiles and smirks me again. Bliss.

Bad Reputation

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 3,8k

Warnings: bad parent stuff.

A/N: my sweet Lele asked me two weeks ago if I could do a song inspired fic to Shawn Mendes - Bad Reputation and I said “of cooourse” I started it 3 times and deleted it every time. Plus : I never wanna listen to that song again. ❤️ @golddaggers iloveyou


Also: I’ve got a prompt request from @parislight - I really hope you like it :)

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Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

Stiles knew who Y/N was long before he actually got to know her. He saw the Y/H/C haired girl in the halls of Beacon Hills High, mostly walking alone. Her head held down to avoid eye contact with her fellow students. It was like most people new who she was but nobody was actually friends with her. Y/N kept to herself during the school days, the weekends whatsoever were a different story. You would meet her at every party, always happily dancing to the music, drinking and laughing. She was like a whole different person and Stiles always wondered what kind of girl she really was. But he never really had enough courage to approach her. The seventeen year old boy loved nothing more than to solve a mystery. What he didn’t know was, that she would become the biggest mystery he would ever try to solve.

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pieannamay  asked:

Shieldshock prompt: Darcy gets stranded somewhere and Steve comes to the rescue. It can be a first meeting type thing or an established relationship. Or, they know each other, but not very well.

“What did you say her name was?”

Steve Rogers adjusted the backpack on his shoulder as he jogged back toward his bike. He was running low on fuel, not just for his bike but for himself as well. Sad blue eyes fixed on the motel before him, drawn there by the lovely smell of food and the muffled sound of eighties music. He was supposed to be in there, soaking up the warmth and eating a hearty meal after a long day’s journey. But his emergency phone had gone off before he had even reached the door of the motel.

“Lewis,” the distracted voice of Clint Barton floated through from the other end of the line. “Darcy Lewis. She’s hard to miss. Dark hair, short, mouthy… well endowed.”

Steve snorted at his choice of words. “Right. Send me the location. I’ll get to her as soon as I can.”

“Great. She’s just down the road. Drive straight.” There was a pause, then Clint spoke in a hurry, “The party’s starting. Gotta go.”

“Clint, send me her location!” Steve repeated forcefully but the line was already dead. “Excellent,” he muttered, stuffing the phone in his pocket and kick starting his bike.

Why had he decided to return home? He was better off living alone in the hills with just his shield for company. People expected too much of him. Not that helping a dame—whose car had broken down in the middle of the highway—was demanding work, but it had been his last day with himself, the final few hours before he had to haul himself back to a life of avenging and superhero-ing.

He had been looking forward to a peaceful dinner and a good night’s sleep, but there he was, driving around blindly in the night in search of a woman he’d never met.

The road was dark and deserted, light rain sleeked up the asphalt, and the thin fog made it difficult to see over a certain distance. Steve kept his eyes and ears open as he drove. Clint didn’t call him again, nor did his phone beep with Darcy Lewis’ location. God, he had such idiots for friends. She’s just down the road. Drive straight. What the hell kind of instruction was that? He had been scouring the highway for the past ten minutes and he hadn’t come across a single broken down car.

Five minutes later, wet and irritated, he was on the verge of giving up and calling Clint when flashing amber lights in the distance caught his eye. Steve squinted through the mist and realized they were car indicator lights. His fingers curled firmly around the accelerator and he sped down the road at full throttle, skidding to a halt behind a bright yellow Beetle.

A creature that was most definitely not human stepped out from behind the hood and regarded him in awe. “Well, I’ll be damned,” it said with a delighted laugh. “Captain America in the flesh. I thought Clint was dicking around when he said he was sending America’s favorite son to rescue me.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do headcanons for how the rev set (plus Aaron) propose to you?

you bet ! i love proposals soooo,, let me know if this is what you wanted!

i’m sorry i took so long answering this one,, i was thinking about it and answering other stuff! 


alexander

  • alex does it in a very,,, wordy way
    • it’s just in his nature to have a lot to say,, so the way he conveys his feelings,, may or may not be a couple pages??
      • if you wrote it on paper
    • so after he finally gets the ring, he takes you to the park,,
      • his reason being, he loved the way you could actually see some stars at night,, 
      • and the fact that the sunset looked beautiful from there
    • and while you’re just talking as the sun sets
      • about anything and everything really;; the way the park looks, about his newest projects, how you feel about kids and puppies
    • he suddenly says, “i wanna marry you,”
      • he does it in the coolest way possible,, but as soon as he pulls out the ring,, he loses any cool he has
      • “i just think you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen; your eyes light up the night, your smile is brighter than the sun, you have the cutest mannerisms and i just,, i really love you. i love the way you talk, the way you smell, the way you walk,, and most of all, i’d love to see the way you walked down the aisle in a wedding dress, walking to me and,,,”
      • you have to stop him by saying yes and kissing him,
    • lord knows he would’ve kept going..

john

  • john’s idea of a perfect proposal was at the carnival
    • although he’s been fumbling with the box all day in his pocket,, he’s glad to see you were so happy to be at the carnival 
      • which only came around every once in a while
    • his nerves sort of dissipate once you get to the ride that he wants to ask you on
      • he’s kinda scared of heights,, and since it’s a ferris wheel,, well,,, you know
    • once you’re on there, he grips your hand and just lets you lean against his shoulder as the cart goes up
      • he’s actually kinda freaking out, but once he feels you grip his had a little,, he’s okay
    • for just a moment,, as customary, the ferris wheel stops and you can see the rest of the area
      • he of course brings you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder 
    • “you know,,” he comments after a small moment of silence, “as beautiful as this is,, you’re definitely the beautiful-est thing i’ve ever seen,,”
      • when he says it, he’s looking down,, so your eyes follow and you see him staring at a diamond engagement ring
      • “john…”
    • he’s smiling so big as he asks you if you’d marry him,, and once you say yes through your tears,, he gets so bubbly
      • like, he’s actually bouncing in his seat and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt
      • he’s also peppering your face and head with kisses so much that you don’t even notice the ferris wheel moving again
    • once you get off,, he just lifts you off the ground in the biggest hug he can manage,,,
      • he’s adorable,, and so so happy

hercules

  • hercules mulligan chooses to not propose with a ring,, but a dress
    • he spends a few weeks making this white dress
      • of which you can’t see until he’s close to finishing because reasons
    • when he finally lets you into see it, he asks your opinions on it,,
      • “i mean, i’d wear it,, but it is a wedding dress,,”
      • he then nods and smiles extremely widely, “i know. that’s why i’m asking.”
    • his hope that you catch on is soon replaced with joy because you caught on 
      • the stare you’re giving him is something he really wishes he could get on camera
        • it’s goddamn priceless
      • you then ask if this is what you think it is,, and he nods
    • you whispered yes and he just immediately went for it
      • he gripped your hips and pulled you as close as possible,,
      • his kiss took every bit of your breath away,, and you had to remind yourself to breathe because damn
    • then he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom,,
      • the entire time he’s laughing and smiling
        • that adorable gap is being shown off proudly by the big man
      • he really couldn’t believe you let him propose with a dress but 
        • you did and my god he’s grateful

lafayette

  • laf decides to take it traditionally
    • which of course means taking you back to,, you guessed it,, france
      • he didn’t want to do it in paris,, “too cliché” as he dubbed it,,
      • so he took you to the house he inherited from his family out in the country
    • the sight was beautiful,, with all the rolling hills and such
    • and he waits a few days,, taking you out about town and showing you all the nice things in france
    • and then,, while you’re standing in the town square,, he drops down to one knee,,
      • when he pulls out the ring,, he doesn’t speak for a minute,,
      • he’s literally in tears and he doesn’t know why?? but 
        • when you start crying too,, he feels validated in a sense 
          • at least he doesn’t look like a baby
    • so he says all of these things in french,,
      • half of which you understand and half of which you don’t,,
    • then asks, “will you be mine for eternity?”
      • you only nod because words are difficult right now
      • then he slips the ring on your finger and pulls you in for a,, well,, deep kiss
        • it’s so passionate and loving,, my god it almost hurts
    • everyone that witnessed it starts clapping,,
      • then laf is laughing
        • and you’re laughing,,
          • and people are congratulating you two
      • you tell laf,, basically, that as thankful as you were for being able to be engaged,,
        • you hate crowds
    • he only kisses you and takes you back home,, all the while the two of you are smiling softly and constantly sharing soft kisses

bonus! aaron

  • aaron actually,, well,, he tried
    • he got dressed up,, real fancy
      • even had the ring tucked in his pocket
    • took you to a nice restaurant and made sure everything went right
    • but then,, he got,,
      • he got nervous,,
        • he thought you would reject him and walk out
        • or maybe you would tell him that the relationship wasn’t working anymore
        • or maybe you would just throw your food in his face
        • the possible outcomes were endless
      • so he just stuck the nice meal, paid for dinner,, and you went home
  • later that night, though,, he finally mustered up the courage
    • it was when you were lying in bed
      • the television was on, playing some show aaron couldn’t focus on because his heart was racing and his fingers were brushing over the velvet of the ring box underneath the covers
      • you were on his chest,, a smile on your face and your fingers tracing mindless patterns across his ribs
    • clearing his throat, he drug the ring box up his side,,
      • it was kind of a shock to his system,, letting him know that this was real, and it was happening
    • with everything he had in him, he whispered, “will you marry me?”
      • he literally could not get anything else out
        • the poor guy was so nervous he was practically shaking as he displayed the ring
          • he almost forgot to open the ring box
      • his eyes were scanning your face, searching for any reaction because,, my god,, he was terrified
    • you rose up and looked at the ring, then back at aaron, and whispered, “yes,”
      • you knew he was nervous
        • that’s why he didn’t give you a monologue
        • and that’s why he could only smile when he started slipping the ring out of the box
          • he dropped it because he was shaking so bad,, which emitted a giggle from you 
        • once he slipped it on your finger, he started crying
          • fear had gripped his heart that much
      • “oh my god,” and then “beat that alexander”
        • you were laughing hysterically at that point, burying your face in his chest and sniffling because you too were crying 
          • out of happiness of course