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anonymous asked:

any new sterek highschool au?

Well, our absolute favs are under our High School AU tag but, because we don’t want you to lack anything, here is a rec of doom (there’s more than 30 fics here) with all the other fics I’ve read in the last few months/years! - C


Just Pretend by dragon_temeraire

Stiles tells his dad he has a boyfriend. The problem is, he doesn’t actually have one.

Something New Is Going to Happen by dragon_temeraire

Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire

Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

Smile On The Sidelines by clotpolesonly

Derek was not pining.

Not to say that he didn’t miss Stiles, didn’t want to be with him at that moment (or literally any moment, to be quite honest), but he wasn’t one of those obnoxious clingy people who lost track of the world as soon his boyfriend was out of his sight.

It was just a basketball game anyway.

“Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.

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mlmsrogers  asked:

sterek + “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”? <3


“I just kissed your forehead, chill,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes as he plopped down in the comfy armchair by the other end of the couch, folding his legs to set his ankle on his knee. He picked his biochemistry book up from where he had set it on the floor, resting it on his thigh as he cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found his desired page.

But Derek could not chill. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Because Stiles had just kissed him.

Yeah, sure, Stiles had a point, he had just kissed him on the forehead, but still! It was still a kiss! Regardless of where exactly it was!

The important part was that Stiles had just kissed him! How could he be expected to chill after that? It just wasn’t feasible.

He had been ass over elbows for the hyperactive, unbelievably intelligent, too-curious-for-his-own-good teen since the first time he had met him. At least, he had been unconsciously. It had taken him a little while to realize it and once he had, he immediately launched into a vigorous campaign of self-loathing and self-denial, reminding himself at every turn why his feelings were stupid and wrong and irrefutably unrequited.

For quite some time, a few years, in fact, Derek had downright hated himself for his attraction to Stiles, having sworn off love and romance and attraction years ago, once after Paige’s untimely death and again after the fire that had claimed the lives of almost his entire family. But then Stiles had waltzed into his life, trespassing in more than one way, and tossed all of his plans to live the rest of his miserable life alone right out the window

Over years of working together, even before they were officially pack members or even friends, and regularly saving each other’s lives, the initial spark of Derek’s interest had been stoked into a slow, constantly burning fire that resided somewhere deep in his heart. Now, every time he so much as saw Stiles — or heard his voice, or received a text from even, or even just remembered something about him ― a warmth radiated through his body that felt like a ray of sunshine coursing through every fiber of his being, rushing through every vein and capillary in his body.

Derek was pretty sure he was in love with him.

He loved the way Stiles never held back with anything he did in life, thrusting himself into whatever he chose to do, whether it be researching the most recent supernatural threat, or ferreting out as much information as he could about reports of hunters, to diving headfirst into his college courses or learning how to make all sorts of healthy foods to keep his dad’s heart healthy. He loved Stiles’ razor sharp wit, never at a loss for a snappy rejoinder or sarcastic remark, in spite of whether or not it was appropriate to be making such sardonic comments, or perhaps because of it.

He loved Stiles’ selflessness, at time disturbingly willing to lay down his life for those he cared about, leaping into harm’s way more times than Derek could, or at least more than he cared to, count. He loved the way that Stiles wasn’t afraid one bit to be himself, never paying any mind to those who sought to discourage him or put him down, growing more and more confident with each and every passing day.

Hell, it was useless to list everything he loved about Stiles because he loved everything about him.

Every nuance of his facial expressions ― the way he furrowed his brows when he was concentrating, the way his lips twisted up at the corner when he smirked, the way his temple twitched when he was angry. Every behavioral quirk ― the way he dotted his i’s, the way he chewed on the drawstrings of his hoodies and the sleeves of his obnoxious flannels, the way he hummed under his breath when he did the dishes or folded his laundry.

The only problem was that he didn’t love Derek.

Derek had, quite foolishly, convinced himself that he might actually have a chance with him when Stiles had officially made the announcement that he was bisexual, but the newly out teenager had never made any indication whatsoever that he had interest in him. That had been over a year and Derek had since given up all hope that Stiles might ever harbor any romantic feelings for him, resigning himself to a life of unrequited pining, sure that Stiles would never show him any ounce of affection that wasn’t purely platonic.

And then he went and kissed Derek like it was no big deal. Granted, it was only on the forehead and he had a valid, non-romantic, strictly platonic reason to do it.

With the moon tucked away in the shadow of the earth during a late autumn lunar eclipse, Derek was just about as human as Stiles was, leaving him vulnerable to all sorts of things like regular bullets without the wolfsbane and other types of weapons. Apparently, it also meant that he was able to contract human illnesses. Like the common cold.

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Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor

Title: Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor 

Pairing: Akatani Mikumo/prototype!Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: Teen

Word Count: ~5,700

Summary: Pocky Day is today, and Katsuki is going to milk (chocolate) that for all it’s worth.

Author’s notes: This was written for @deads-on‘s Pocky Day open collab! I can’t draw for beans, so I opted to write a fic instead. I had an absolute blast working on this one! Getting to play around with inspiration borrowed from @ask-protoheroes was so much fun. And many thanks, as always, to my best friend @auspiciouswhiskers, for beta work and endless support.

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5 times Eric Bittle regretted living with Jack

(and one time he didn’t)

A Zimbits 5+1! 

2.5k, also on ao3


Bitty loved Jack, okay? He really, really did. He loved how sweet Jack could be, and his odd sense of humour, and how Jack could sit and patiently listen to Bitty ramble on about pie filling with nothing more than a gentle smile on his face.

Bitty did not, however, love Jack’s enthusiasm for morning runs. In fact, it was one of the few things Bitty resolutely did not like about Jack.

(He loved how chipper he looked while running, sure, but not the physical act of running at 5 AM. There was a special place in hell for 5 AM runs.)

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anonymous asked:

Any recs for the best frostiron aus? Bonus for lots of fluff or hurt/comfort :)

sdfghjk i know for a fact that this ask has been in my inbox/drafts for over a month and!! anon!!! im really fucking sorry!!! i hope you see this

now, these are some of the more notable and favored aus that i have within the first few pages of my bookmarks on ao3, i didnt poll ppl on their fave aus, so, yeah. i did try to find fluffy or h/c ones in particular tho, so i hope these are enjoyable.
also its really very late for me so im just gona give titles, author/ratings/warnings, and summaries again.

Part of Your World- sombified419, T, Chose No Warnings
Tony hates business meets - HATES them - but he owed Pepper and off they went to Cuba. It was totally worth it, though, when a secluded walk on the beach led him to the love of his life. He couldn’t have been happier - even with the slight problem of getting said love back to New York. Loki was primarily a swimmer, after all.

Dollars to Donuts- flailingmuse, T, No Warnings
Tony texts Loki offering money for Loki to be his personal takeout guy. It’s weird, but so is Tony, and Loki is strapped for cash. The arrangement becomes something more when Tony changes the script and asks him for something else – a favour.

1001 Tales of Once Upon a Time- lucius_complex, T, Chose No Warnings (Slight DubCon at one point, bc of soe noncon-ish kissing.)
He could almost feel Steve’s stare burning a hole through his head. ‘I don’t understand Tony, what can you possibly do out of your suit that we haven’t already tried?‘
It’s Widow that puts it together first. ‘It’s not what. It’s who.’

Borrowed Heat- usedupshiver, T, No Warnings
No, Tony isn’t pleased about the fact that Loki is now a part of the Avengers. He can’t really forgive, he definitely can’t trust, but team is team so he does his best to deal with it. When a magical mishap turns Loki into a dragon – of all things! – it’s for some reason still Tony he seeks out for help and protection. So now Tony is stuck with a clingy and demanding dragon for company, until things can hopefully be set right.
The rest of the Avengers are not amused, but getting to know Loki in this new skin is letting Tony see the team trickster in a different light. Maybe he’s really not all bad?

Lead Me Not into Temptation; I Can Find the Way Myself- Like_a_Hurricane, Not Rated, Chose No Warnings
When something ripped a hole in time and space, flavored with a hint of death, shards of the machinations responsible for it fell into the distortion. One shard did land on earth, and Tony nicked it from a friend’s lab. The event that followed led someone to him, god or devil, possibly both, who found the mad inventor half-dead in a cave tearing palladium out of missiles. The god or devil, Loki of Asgard, eventually offered him a deal. From there temptation, damnation, and lack of any care for redemption, began to weave tangled webs around both parties, complicating matters considerably.

To Be Your Equal- usedupshiver, M, No Warnings
Growing up an unwanted orphan, to become an outsider with strange powers, Loki wishes for nothing more than to find a place and a purpose in life. When he is hired to help the rather mysterious Mr. Edward Stark with his just as mysterious work, he hopes to have found both.
But nothing is ever easy, and even as Loki finds himself drawn to Stark, there might simply be too many things keeping them apart. Loki must decide what he is willing to sacrifice, and what means too much to ever give up…
(A word of warning, there is a short sex scene between Steve and Loki but its very easily skippable, which is very much what I did.)

Taking the Fall- usedupshiver, M, No Warnings
Everyone expects Tony to end up eaten alive sooner rather than later when he is put in the same cell as the Lyesmith, a man so dangerous even the members of his former gang are afraid to come after him. But sometimes it might actually be wise to just grin in the face of danger.

Innocent Hearts- STARSdidathing,T, No Warnings
Prince Loki knows he’s not as revered and praised as his older brother, but he still so desperately wants to be able to impress the one Asgardian boy who holds his affections. It just somehow never seems to go to plan.

If You Had This Time Again- dls
Tony Stark closed his eyes in a wrecked Siberian bunker and woke up on a demolished New York street. Four years earlier.

Precious Gifts- STARSdidathing, M, No Warnings
Thor and the other Aesir might enjoy Midgard and the way its people worships them, but Loki is growing tired of such a simple, boring, mortal world. He is also growing tired of the virginal ’gifts’ that the mortals keep trying to bestow on him. Loki has no intention of accepting any of them… but, well, that’s before Anthony is offered to him. 

A Place To Stand- KageOtogi, M, Chose No Warnings
When Tony Stark finds himself trapped in a parallel universe, there’s only one place he can turn to for assistance: Asgard. Unfortunately, the god that answers his call isn’t the one he was trying to reach, and Tony is left relying on Loki to help him take down Amora before she makes the change permanent and leaves Tony stuck in a world where Steve Rogers never became Captain America, Bruce Banner never turned into the Hulk, Clint Barton never went straight, and Natasha Romanoff doesn’t even exist. 

Family Reunions- LokasennaHiddleston, T, Graphic Violence
When a freak accident raises questions about Tony’s mortality, the Avengers find out there’s a reason why Tony always survives his self-destructive heroics. Tony thinks he has the worst luck with dads and wants to just crawl back to bed with Loki. As for Loki… He just wants his lover to keep his promise and stay alive for a change.
And to think, it’s all because of Clint’s dog.

Thou Shall Not Fall- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Tony has only ever met one other vampire that likes to have as much fun as he does.

Diece Your Lonely Heart- STARSdidathing, T, No Warnings
Inside a snowflake like the one on your sleeve, there happened a story you must see to believe.
Loki, a Jotun on Mt Jotunheim, was all alone; abhorred and feared by the Midgardians and the Aesir he hadn’t seen another soul since he ran away as a child. Tony Stark was a Midgardian who didn’t quite fit in with all the Christmas cheer. He needed to climb the Mountain to retrieve something and to get away from all the festivities.
Tony was never one to believe in rumors but Loki was never one to believe in miracles. Christmas was just a fairytale and neither of them expected anything else.

String Theory- lashworthe, M, Major ((mostly) temporary) Character Death
It’s 136 years since Tony Stark died, taking with him all the secrets of his genius. Loki Ruser is the new up and coming genius who buys up the old Malibu home of Tony Stark to discover its secrets. He gets more than he bargains for when he discovers the Iron Man design plans, and a sentient hologram of Tony Stark himself. Eventual mature content. COMPLETE.

and thats all they wrote folks!! again,,, super sorry for having this take so long,,,,, aaaaaaa



The top 5 best books I read during 2017! It was super hard to narrow down to five, and I was a bit surprised by what I ended up considering some of the best, but all of these are excellent and hopefully, my enthusiasm will convince you to try picking them up!

1. The Reader by Traci Chee

I picked up The Reader mostly because it got advertised all over Goodreads and I loved the cover, so I figured why not pick it up with a gift card I got? It was definitely an excellent decision! Diverse and with an incredibly unique story, following main character Sefia as she discovers that magic in her world is tied closely with reading and the power of the written word. This book takes the idea of the movie “Inception” and applies it to books, with messages and puzzles in the text. The story, the unique magic and focus on reading and writing, the two great main characters, and the beautifully handled writing just made this such an excellent purchase and it won me over entirely! You can find the author here @tracichee

2. Shadowshaper by Daniel José Older

Shadowshaper is one of the best urban fantasies I’ve read in a long time. Starring an Afro-latina teen girl as the protagonist, this book explores a magic based on Carribean myth and focuses on aspects of racism, gentrification, cultural appropriation, and more, all while having a cool magic style based on forms of art, which is completely amazing! It’s a short read, and easy to get sucked into, with its great characters and uniquely non-generic urban fantasy aspects. The book has been described as a “Carribean Shadowhunters” but don’t worry, it’s much better than that (; You can find the author here @danieljose

3. The Abyss Duology by Emily Skrutskie

This book is about pirates, sea monsters, and girls kissing. That’s really the only synopsis I needed to pick the two book series up! In a future world where the sea has risen and eaten away at the coastlines, countries now create engineered sea monsters to protect cargo and people on the seas. It sounds a bit out there, but honestly, it’s one of the most fun, enjoyable, and interesting books I’ve picked up. Cas is a sea monster trainer who ends up kidnapped by pirates to train them their own vicious creature, and while Cas struggles with her morals, she also struggles with her attraction to Swift, one of the pirates on board. There are epic action sequences, an adorable and angsty romance, bad ass pirate ladies, great character development, and just a lot of fun. I devoured both books in a day and they stand out to me for their unique story and well-done balance of fun and dramatic. I can’t wait to pick up Skrutskie’s next book, Hullmetal Girls, out this summer. You can find the author here @skrutskie

4. Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho

The fact that Sorcerer to the Crown made my top 5 was a bit surprising. Not because it’s not excellent, which it totally is, but because I gave it 4 stars. And yet Sorcerer beat out some of my 5-star reads this year because it was such a refreshing and fun book! Taking place in Victorian England, this book focuses on a historical setting but with magic and sorcery present. That’s not a unique idea in itself, but Zen Cho focuses on racism, sexism, and power being held by bigoted white people, a refreshing and much-needed addition to the genre. Focusing on Zacharias, the first black Sorcerer, and his struggle for acceptance and recognition, and Prunella, an orphan woman of mixed Indian heritage who discovers a crucial and game-changing secret in her attic, the book focuses on the two of them and how they more or less stir up British society with their magic antics. My only issue with the book was the stuffier, but approriate, writing style mimicking writers in the Victorian era, but honestly this book was everything I wanted Jonathon Strange and Mr Norrel to be but better and not as long winded. Honestly, I haven’t stopped thinking about this book and wondering if the sequel Zen Cho has announced will focus on Zacharias and Prunella still, or more fun and diverse characters? 

5. A Conjuring of Light by VE Schwab

I really can’t say anything else about Victoria Schwab and her excellent writing that plenty of other people haven’t already said! I was able to finish her Shades of Magic series this year, finally getting my hands on A Conjuring of Light. This trilogy was incredible, magical, and absolutely addictive as hell. I reread the first two books and the brick of a third book, all within 3 days and I haven’t stopped obsessing over it (or it’s characters) since. Schwab has been in the book news a lot lately with her awe-worthy deal with Tor Books and her upcoming plans for future novels. Honestly, anything Schwab writes is auto-buy for me at this point and if you haven’t picked up the trilogy that was ridiculously successful, you definitely, definitely should. You can find the author here @veschwab

Honorable Mention: Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo

After perusing my list of books read this year, I kept thinking of The Language of Thorns. I can’t think of any other collection of stories that I’ve ever enjoyed so thoroughly across the board! Novellas and story collections almost never get 5 stories from me since I’m so enamored with detail and lots of plot and world setting, but Bardugo’s fairy-tale and myth-inspired short story collection is legitimately a work of art. Featuring stories inspired by Hansel & Gretel, The Nutcracker, and The Little Mermaid, Bardugo reworks the stories into something familiar and yet entirely unique, with feminism and far more satisfying endings, whether dark or hopeful. Honestly, you don’t need to be familiar with the Grishaverse to enjoy these stories and the beautiful accompanying artwork, so definitely pick it up if it’s caught your interest! The author can be found here @lbardugo

Footnote: Sadly, I read The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas after drafting this post which was a struggle, let me tell you. In the end, I decided to keep my list as is, but you should know that THUG is one of the best books I’ve read in years and it deserves all the hype you’ve seen about it. Do yourself a favor and check it out!

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

A/N: Okay folks, here’s the first one. I’m doing a one-shot a day (they might be like every couple days though because ya know, life. It’s based off this list ova here. Quite frankly, this one is complete shit and writers block is a thing i fucking hate but whatever hope you enjoy xx

“Beca, just fucking say it.” Jesse practically spat at her.

“Say what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean.”

“Jess, I don’t love Chloe.”

“I’m not an idiot! Becs we haven’t had sex in weeks, you can’t stop smiling at your phone, and you’re constantly dropping plans whenever she’s brought up.”


“Look, I’m not mad. I get it, it’s whatever- I’ll get over it. But for god’s sake just go fucking tell her.” and with that he walked out of her room and slammed the door.


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  • Quidditch and liquorice wand kisses by Bellakitse ★
    Summary: hogwarts!au; The first time Isak Valtersen meets Even Bech Næsheim the seven-year Ravenclaw chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.

  • Sunday 28-11-16 by Treehouse
    Summary: A continuation of the cuddly weekend Even spends at Isak’s place.

  • Made of Candy by Stria (Asia117)
    Summary: For Isak, it started with colours. (Or, Isak dyes his hair. Pink suits him.)


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anonymous asked:

"I'm just so nervous" for the prompt thing

did i go overboard with this one? probably. do i regret it? not for a second.

“I’m just so nervous.” My fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel and Harry reaches over and squeezes my knee.

“There’s nothin’ to be nervous about, love.”

“You don’t understand, you’ve never dealt with them all at once.”

“No, but your mums are great so I’m not worried.”

It was true, my moms both loved Harry to death, always asking when the next time we’d come to dinner was and “you don’t even have to come, love, just send Harry over.”

It was almost insulting.

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The Contest-Part 17

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Jared, Jensen and I flew back to Vancouver the night before shooting resumed for the second half of the season.  I was still reeling from my conversation with Nikki.  

She had texted me while we were in the airport.  

I’m back.  I’m at Misha’s.  Come find me.

As soon as the three of us got in we tossed our stuff in Jared’s apartment and headed over to Misha’s.  I knocked on the door impatiently.  When Nikki opened it, I launched myself at her.  “What the hell Nikki!  Are you trying to kill me?”

“Believe me, we are just as surprised as you.” She assured me.

“I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea of an even smaller version of you.” Jensen said as he gave her a hug.

When Misha came out of the kitchen I grinned at him.  “The idea of a person who is half you and half Nikki terrifies me frankly.”

“I hope it’s a redhead.” Misha said.

“Does your Mom know?” I asked Nikki.

“She is over the goddamn moon! It was all I could do to stop her from coming out here immediately.” Nik said with a groan.

“Oh before I forget, Y/N, I got an email from Andrew Dabb.  He and Bob want to meet with you at 1 PM tomorrow.” 

“Maybe they are going to finally tell me how Gemini exits in a blaze of glory?” I joked.

“Probably saving Sam’s sorry ass!” Jensen commented as Jared punched him.

“Hey, I’m Sam-fucking Winchester! I don’t need saving!” Jared said indignantly.

I smiled sadly at Nikki.  “I guess it’s the beginning of the end.”

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Soulmates with Park Jihoon

You were about sick of this. Every time you looked down at your arm, there was a new time displayed for the day. “Don’t interact with your soulmate now; you’ll forget all of the amazing memories you make together!” everyone always said. But how the heck were you supposed to know? It’s not like there was just a huge announcement that flew up in the sky when you met your soulmate saying “HEY THIS IS THEM!!!” no they expected you to somehow figure it out yourself. Well, for some people that was the case. If you hadn’t met your soulmate yet, then your time and date didn’t change and you were lucky because you knew and there was no guessing and you could be prepared. But for you, your best friend Jihoon, and several of your other friends, that wasn’t the case. Once you met your soulmate, your clock changed and told you times of day when you shouldn’t interact with them until you two are married, or you’ll lose memories and forget details about the two of you meeting. 

“This is all so ridiculous, Jihoon! Who even cares about soulmates anyway?! Why can’t you just love who you love?! I can’t handle this not knowing, what if I’ve already met them?!”

“Y/N.. some people do know when they’re supposed to meet their soulmate. If your time keeps changing, it means that you’ve already met them and you’re supposed to avoid interacting with them during that time. Like my clock changes everyday to tell me what times I shouldn’t interact.”

“But my clock has been moving ever since I can remember! Does that mean I met them when I was a baby?”

“Well it would have to, wouldn’t it? That’s how mine has been. It’s scary, don’t you think? We might not even know we know who it is…”

You couldn’t stop the thoughts from flooding your mind. You had always considered the thought that Jihoon could be your soulmate. Having known each other since diapers- when your mom somehow almost took Jihoon from the nursery instead of you. You didn’t even look the same! Of course, you didn’t remember that happening, but you didn’t remember a lot of things from when you were a baby, so that didn’t necessarily mean that he was your soulmate. Ever since then, you and Jihoon had practically be inseparable. You cried at the nursery after his mom had taken him out of the room, until you saw him in the hall again. Then again, you had only heard these stories from both of your parents, so there was the possibility they were exaggerating. However, you really did always seem to be with Jihoon. Even when the two of you didn’t remember why you were hanging out, you were always side by side. Sometimes people would talk about parties or events the two of you had gone to, and honestly, you didn’t remember most of them, but again, you chalked it up to just having a bad memory and lack of sleep. 

“I know, Jihoon. I just wish that I had a way to find out who it is..”

Jihoon looked at you sadly. He had always hated these conversations. He just hoped and prayed every day that it was you. He had loved you for years, there was no one else in his life he wanted it to be. There was no one else he could envision himself with; no one else he could trust with all of his secrets and worries and insecurities. What if he never found out who it was? What if- somehow- she didn’t feel the same way? 

“Y/N what if I find her and she doesn’t feel the same? What if she doesn’t think I’m good enough to be her soulmate…?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You and Jihoon had had this conversation several times, where he feared he wouldn’t shine in the eyes of his soulmate. It made no sense to you. In your eyes, he was the single most amazing human being you had ever encountered. You trusted him with your life, and honestly, you loved him with every ounce of your heart. The mere thought of him with anyone else crushed you emotionally. Who would you get along with better than Jihoon- the boy you had trusted for over 18 years? 

“Jihoon, don’t talk like that, sweetie. You’re so magnificent. Everything about you is wonderful! You’re trustworthy and funny and so so caring. I talk to you about everything and I can’t imagine-” You had to cut yourself off after you almost let it slip that you didn’t want anyone else to be with him. He looked up at you, slightly confused. 

“Can’t imagine what?”

“I just- I can’t imagine anyone not thinking you’re good enough… you’re my best friend, ya know? You’re sweet and caring and funny! You’ll be a great soulmate for someone.” The words tasted so bitter leaving your mouth; you didn’t want him to be your best friend. You wanted him to be your soulmate. 

Jihoon couldn’t hide the disappointment in his gaze. He just wanted to admit he was in love with you.

It had been a few weeks since you and Jihoon had spoken about soulmates, and it was eating away at you. You looked down at the time clock on your wrist. For the next two hours, you weren’t supposed to interact with your soulmate. Jihoon had texted you fifteen minutes ago, and you two were planning an adventure to the Star, a local attraction at the top of a small mountain where people went to watch the sunset. You loved it, and you and Jihoon went every chance you got. There were pictures the two of you had that you didn’t remember taking, but you pushed away the thought. The universe didn’t work like that just because you wanted it to. He couldn’t be your soulmate; you weren’t that lucky.You just texted him back to meet up at 7pm, right before the sun would begin to set. Setting your phone down, you went to work on some homework. five o’clock rolled around, then six. You had a feeling you were forgetting something, but what was it? You checked your planner, and all of your homework was completed. Suddenly, your phone rang playing your favorite song- it was Jihoon. 


“Hey, y/n! I-uh- did we make plans for tonight?”

“I don’t think so???” You were immensely confused, you didn’t think you had any plans with Jihoon tonight.

“I was just looking back through our texts, and we apparently agreed to meet at the Star at 7?”

“What? Wait, Jihoon. what time did we send those messages?”

“uhhh.. a little after four? Why?”

It was at that exact moment when it hit you. All those pictures and stories your friends remembered that you didn’t. The missed plans, the random photos with Jihoon of occasions you didn’t remember happening- it couldn’t be. But then.. it had to be.

“Y/N? are you still there?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m here. So 7 at the Star, right?”

“Sure, if you’re still up for it!”

“Oh I am. Jihoon, we need to talk.”

It was seven thirty and you had been explaining everything to Jihoon for the past half an hour. Sitting at the bench under the star, with the sun setting behind you, you were explaining your theory to Jihoon as he looked on with a shocked expression. Finally, you finished, and held your arm up to Jihoon’s to show the exact same time clock. 

“..Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Y/N?”

You nodded, wary of his answer. “I think I’m right, Jihoon. Think about it. There’s honestly no other explanation.”

“I..I don’t know how many times we talked about this and never compared time clocks.. or how we never noticed our memories fading at the same time.. is it true? Are you my soulmate?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I think we are”

Without a second thought, Jihoon had jumped up and pulled you into a hug, spinning you around and laughing like a maniac in your ear. “I can’t believe it! We’re soulmates! It’s you! You’re mine! My soulmate! The love of my life, the girl I have had feelings for for years… its you. Its always been you. and now, we know it will always be you” He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, and now, neither could you.

“You mean, all this time I’ve loved you, you loved me back? It wasn’t just me being crazy?”

Jihoon shook his head, pulling you close again. “You’re not crazy, Y/N. You’re the love of my life.”

(Request for @livingthejeojanglife !! I finally finished it! I REALLY hope this is what you were thinking of when you requested it! It was so creative I really enjoyed writing it! Thank you bunches for requesting! 💕💕💕)

{requests are still open! I write for any band, just ask!}

anonymous asked:

CP 14 Days of Love #8: Single and Bitter is Better Together (anti-valentine’s day, single awareness day)

Day 8 of @softkent‘s Valentine’s Day fic-a-thon

Ah, today was turning out to be a lovely day. The wind was blowing, the snow was falling in a wintry mix between actual snow and straight up sleet, all the red decorations were being soaked. Bitty sat in a cozy little coffee shop in downtown Providence, having taken up residence in an armchair by the window with a cup of rare out of season pumpkin spice coffee. It was the day before Valentine’s and Eric Bittle was not above admitting that he really very much abhorred the holiday. It’s hard to watch everyone else enjoy themselves and be in totally utterly grossly in love when you’re alone, and have been alone for years, all your years if you’re Bitty.

“Hey Bits! I’m so glad you were free to meet tonight!” Lardo dropped into the chair next to his with a happy smile. “I just got a call that I think will be right up your alley!  I know you were planning to have the night free tomorrow but I have an assignment for you!” The unholy glee in her eyes would be at the very least disquieting to other people but Bitty knew her too well.

“Well what have you got for me, I’ll at least give it a listen, though I can’t promise more than that.”

Bitty and Lardo worked for a local paper on the Providence area, mostly the small towns in the area, Lincoln, Cumberland, that sort of small, middle to upper class town.  Lardo was one of the editors that oversaw the larger sections, she was in charge of arts and leisure. Bitty was her food and restaurant consultant.

“I got a call this afternoon, you know that little French restaurant in Greenville? Pets de Soeurs, they called and they want us to review them!”

“Wait, wait. The one that was just  reviewed by The New Yorker and The Washington Post? Why would they want us to review them?”

“The owners are unhappy that so many of their customers are tourists.  One of the two owners is a small town native and he wants their restaurant to have that feel he was used to growing up. They want a local paper to give them look and hopefully the residents in the area will take notice.  And they only trust our paper to do it!  What do you say, I know you don’t have any plans.”

Bitty couldn’t possibly resist. It was a good opportunity for the paper, it was a good opportunity for the restaurant, and it was a good opportunity to actually sample a pretty high end restaurant in the area.

“What time are they expecting me?”

Jack had just sat down at his table.  He was really looking forward to the night, not because it was Valentine’s, that actually put a bit of a damper on the night in his opinion. No, he was looking forward to it because of what he had planned.  His Maman had called last week about an article she’d read in the Wall Street Journal.  Apparently, there was a French restaurant that specialized in French Canadian cuisine in a small town outside of Providence and it had been getting good reviews from papers across the country. Jack was very much looking forward to a familiar home cooked meal. He hadn’t had one in years.

Jack was perusing the menu when suddenly all the blood rushed from his head to his feet. The front door had opened and a familiar laugh had wafted through the air. Jack knew that laugh. Oh no, oh please, no no no. Not that. The last thing he wanted to deal with was getting caught alone at a restaurant on Valentine’s day by he well meaning and very happily engaged ex. He couldn’t allow that to happen. Kenny would start pitying him and worse, trying to set him up. That wasn’t happening in this lifetime, thanks.

Bitty was just asking the very nice waiter for water without lemon and asking what the most popular appetizer on the menu was when a very tall, very cute, young man slid into the seat across from him.  

“Wow, how are you, I know I said I couldn’t make it tonight but I managed to get away.  I hope you haven’t order yet!”

The very cute young man was looking at him as if to say just go with it, please. Bitty flashed a cocked eyebrow at him before committing.  

“Oh, I’m so pleased you could come! I must have missed your text, hun! I’ve only order a drink, did you want to try an appetizer?” Nodding at the waiter to indicate that everything was fine, he totally knew this stranger and could we get him something to drink before he explains himself entirely?

The waiter took the man’s drink order and hurried off.

Jack had gotten lucky. So lucky. Now he just had to explain himself.

“I am SO sorry. Please go with me on this. I know you don’t know me but I swear its for a good cause.” Jack deployed his puppy dog pleading eyes at full strength.

“And what cause might that be, Mr. Total Stranger that I’ve apparently made plans to have dinner with?”

“My ex.”

“Your ex.”

“He’s here. With his fiance. Who is also my coworker. They can’t find me eating alone on Valentines.”

“So this is just your pride talking?” Bitty was regretting this more and more by the minute. “Just because you don’t want to see your ex boyfriend with a gorgeous girl on his arm and let him win—”

Jack cut in, “That’s not my problem.”


“That’s not my problem. And his gorgeous girl is about three inches taller than me and plays hockey with me so I’m not terribly concerned about how attractive his partner is. It’s worse than that. He’s going to start trying to set me up.  They’ve just gotten engaged and I’m very happy for them but they think, well he thinks that everyone should be as happy as he is and he started setting people up on dates…without telling them. I cannot get dragged into that. Do you have any idea how unpleasant blind dates set up by the least talented matchmaker on the PLANET are? Lemme tell you, they’re almost physically painful.”

Bitty couldn’t help it. He started to laugh. He tried to stifle it but there was no use, the giggles just bubbled out.  

Jack just looked at him, betrayed.

“Alright, that does sound fairly horrendous,” Bitty half shrugs, “I’m in.”

Jack sighed in relief.

“Well, what shall I call you then?”

Jack spent the rest of the night with Bitty, happily chatting over some pretty exceptional Quebecois cuisine, about who he was, a pro-hockey star, where he came from, Providence now, and why he hated Valentine’s, it’s hard to be a pro-athlete in the closet and then to come out without a partner. Bitty enjoyed every minute of it, sharing his own stories and dislike for the holiday. In fact they ended up closing the restaurant down that night, with a few quiet moments taken to speak to the married couple that owned the restaurant. As Jack and Bitty were walking out, Bitty was trying to work up the courage to ask for a second, or possibly first date. Jack had his hands stuffed into his pockets and was looking at his shoes as they walked towards the parking lot.

“Do you think, do you think I could have your number? I had a really good time tonight and I’d hate to lose contact because I wasn’t man enough to ask you for it.” Jack looked up at Bitty with a crooked, hopeful smile.

“And THAT is how Papa met Daddy by absolutely hating Valentine’s day!”

“And how you met Uncle Dex and Uncle Nursey and they catered the engagement party and the wedding and the baby showers!” Leena always remembered that part and piped in because Nursey had trained her to, he thought it was a very important part of their story.

“And Auntie Lardo was so happy that you found Papa that she paid to have a table dedicated to you every Valentines!” Jason was wiggling around under Daddy’s chair but obviously still listening.

“And Uncles Tater and Kenny STILL won’t let it go and claim that it’s their fault we’re together!” Jack called out, still aggrieved after all these years, from the baby’s room down the hall where he was taking his turn on diaper duty.

Bitty leaned back in his arm chair, with an unseasonable cup of pumpkin spice in a permanent to go cup, safe from his children, and looked out the window at the blowing snow, and smiled to himself.

“And they lived happily ever after..”


anonymous asked:

hey mom, I'm not in a very good place rn. I'd describe myself as soft butch, and I actually like the way I look rn, no make-up, short hair and all, but everytime I go out I get anxiety because I feel like people are judging me. It stresses me and makes me hate my sexuality sometimes, I know you're busy and your prompts are full but could I please have a small sanvers fic with maybe a teen soft butch in it? I feel like I really need good rep rn... if u dont want just delete this, its okay

She’s in the field and she’s got her game face on – shoulders set, stance relaxed but ready, eyes sharp – and when J Cole’s Hold It Down blasts out of her back pocket, her work partner cocks a grin at you.

“Your kid?”

She grins at the term and answers quickly.

“Adrian, I’m on the job, what up?”

“Can I bring a kid to our dinner tonight? Remember that girl Val I was telling you about? She’s trippin cause she had a rough time in school today – “

“Yeah, course you can, kid.”

“You gotta go.”

Maggie grins at his sensitivity, his perceptiveness. “You could be a detective yourself, Ade. See you both tonight.”

She chews the inside of her cheek – a habit she’s been picking up from her girlfriend – and shoots a quick text off to Alex, telling her to expect one more tonight before pocketing her phone and sighing, squatting to analyze the tire marks leftover by the latest Cadmus lackey getaway car.

She pushes tonight’s dinner – a biweekly thing, dinner with her girlfriend and her college boy (she never tires of reminding him how proud she is that he’s in college) – to the back of her mind until she walks through the door of her apartment several hours later to find in her kitchen Alex, Adrian, and a short kid – must the the Val girl Adrian was talking about – with a dapper, short haircut, make-up free face, collared shirt and khakis, skin darker than hers but lighter than Adrian’s, smile just as bright.

Alex has the look of panicked glee of a pale five year old being caught with her hand in the cookie jar; Adrian’s holding the handle of a smoking frying pan with one hand and pointing at Alex with the other; and the new kid is frozen mid-laugh, eyes wide and nervous at finally meeting the detective she’s heard so much about from Adrian.

Maggie appraises the situation with a single glance and grins.

“Alex tried to cook.”

“I – “

“All good, Danvers, we’ll order in, but I gotta say, I’m still surprised your skills in the lab don’t transfer to the kitchen – “

“Hehe, your skills – “

“That’s enough out of you, young man.”

“Yes, Agent Danvers.”

Maggie laughs and shakes her head at their banter as she drops her gun and jacket on a chair and strides over with her hand out to greet the new kid.

“Maggie Sawyer,” she says, leaving the usual NCPD part out because the girl is looking more nervous by the second.


“But you prefer Val?” Maggie asks, and Adrian nods behind Val’s back in case she isn’t brave enough to say yes. She is, and she nods, and Maggie smiles warmly at her.

“Okay, Val, so. What’re you hungry for, aside from whatever my woman charred on the stove?”

“Hey – “

“Is it not true, Danvers?”

Alex scowls playfully and Maggie leans in for a kiss. Adrian squeals and leans into Val. “Told you they were the cutest couple ever. My real life OTP!”

Val smiles, but there’s sadness behind it.

“Bad day, kid?” Alex asks, and gestures her to the couch.

“She likes this girl,” Adrian knocks his shoulder into Val gently, and she shoves him with an embarrassed laugh on her face. Alex ooohs and Maggie squeals, and Val almost cries, because she’s never met grown-ups who were this excited to hear about her crushes on girls before.

“She’s really pretty,” Val confesses in a single breath, collapsing onto the couch with her knees spread wide and heat spreading across her shyly smiling face.

“Okay, tell. Everything. But first, tell me what you want for food.”

“Whatever’s fine. Pizza, maybe.”

Maggie chuckles as she takes out her phone to order. “Always with the pizza in this family.”

Alex kisses her and Adrian squeezes her knee when they catch her family comment, and Val flushes to be so easily included in such a term.

“Nothing, I just… she’s really good at math – “

“A definite turn on – “

“Oh, is that why you like coming to my lowly easy-bake oven lab, Danvers?”

“Ladies! There are children present!”

“I’m not a children, I’m sixteen!”

Children,” Adrian, Alex, and Maggie all chorus, and Val rolls her eyes and continues.

“There’s the math thing, and she’s just really sweet, she always sticks up for the kids who get picked on, and she’s got these gorgeous curls and she’s – “

“Super duper femmey, and totally into soft little butches like yourself,” Adrian says and pokes her in the belly gently. She swats at his hand and shrugs defeatedly.

“I dunno. I mean, I’m not just into femmes… but she is super femmey… but maybe she wants someone harder than me? Or like, femmier than me? Like, less gay, maybe, or more gay, or – ”

“So, basically, you’re creating a girl who’s anything but you in your mind, right?” Maggie grins with a tilted head, and Val sighs.

“I guess.”

Maggie squints at her and exhales sharply and wets her lips and speaks.

“You know before I met Danvers over here, it was… I dated. A lot.”

“Don’t worry Alex. You won,” Adrian whispers, and Alex slaps him five softly without taking her eyes off Maggie.

“I dated, but it was… it was women who didn’t get me, you know? They saw leather jackets and a cop badge and a bike and darker skin than theirs – god, too many white girls, sorry babe, but that’s a story for another day – so they expected me to be a certain type of way, expected me to be… well, more butch, you know? Like, all the time. They were interested in the role I could play – and I can play it, I can be it, and I like it, I love doting on women – “

Val smiles and nods and Alex blushes and Adrian snickers.

“But that’s not all I am, you know?” She shrugs. “Sometimes I like a little lace under the leather. And we’ve got different styles, you and me.” She gestures to Val’s hair cut, her looser clothes, with a grin. “And I love it. Your style. It’s absolutely fantastic. And you look really at home in it. And that’s the thing. You? How you feel, how you are? That’s the only thing that matters. So if she likes you, she’s gotta like your soft butchliness. And who wouldn’t, I mean look at you, you’re perfect.”

Val scoffs and Alex beams at Maggie and Adrian squeezes Val’s knee.

The doorbell rings and Adrian squeals. “Pizza!”

Maggie glances at Alex, and Alex nods with a grin before getting up to get the door.

“Your girl like pizza?” Maggie asks, and Val nods.

“I saved her the last slice last week at the school paper’s party when she was late from class. She was really happy.”

Maggie slaps her own thigh in excitement. “Damn girl, see, you got game! Wanna invite her over? We can watch crappy Netflix movies, and the three of us will check out if she checks you out and it’ll be awesome.”

Val smiles at the thought and pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

“Do you guys do this for all of us? Open up your home like this?”

Alex beams over the small stack of pizza boxes when Maggie looks up at her, and Adrian grins widely, proudly, gratefully, at them both as he cracks open a box and digs in immediately.

“Only to the cool kids,” Maggie teases, and Val nods, and types out a text to her crush, because she’s nervous but she’s perfect just like she is, and what’s there not to like, right, Maggie said so, and also, pizza.

Pizza with new family.

Even if her crush declines to come over, she’s pretty sure it’s going to be a good night.

icedragon4823  asked:

Merry Christmas sweetie!!! Can I please request a Christmas where the GOM (except Atsushi) + Kagami + Himuro coming over to their gf's house to surprise them for christmas? Like they told them something came up so they couldnt see them but their actually shopping for them like romantic?? Sorry if this is confusing ;-; Thank you! And Merry Christmas!! Your the best :)

ok idk when this was submitted but it was probably last year HAHAH it’s been vegetating within my inbox but better late than never am i right. I ALWAYS MAKE THESE SO LONG SO IT TAKES ME LIKE AN HOUR TO WRITE SMH. 

Akashi: You frowned at your phone, disappointed at how suddenly your usually chivalrous boyfriend canceled on your date. Even if it was just a casual walk through the city, you were looking forward to seeing the Christmas lights with him. Sighing, you tugged on your boots and decided to go on a walk by yourself. You made it past your driveway, about to turn left towards the street when you saw a familiar black Range Rover with a very familiar figure at its steering wheel. Akashi got out, his black winter coat flowing behind him, and he was holding what appeared to be a very expensive red scarf. He wrapped it around your neck, and you sniffed the soft fabric in delight. “It’s so soft!” you exclaimed, and he took your hand, motioning you to the back of the car. “Look inside,” he said, and you gasped. The entire interior of the car was filled to the brim with Christmas lights and blankets. “It’s for us,” Akashi said, motioning for you to come inside the car. 

Aomine: “Whatever,” you commented, after seeing Aomine’s half-hearted text saying ‘I might be really late because something came up.’ After dating him for almost a year, you didn’t really set your expectations high, except for sex of course. You decided to go take a shower, and thirty minutes later — after your warm bubble bath just when you were putting on your bathrobe, the doorbell rung. Your hair still dripping, you opened the door a small crack, and Aomine’s familiar figure pushed itself inside. “Hey, I got you something for being late,” he said, eyeing your wet figure in amusement. “What?” you retorted, clearly annoyed at the state he found you in. “Well, I was late because I was getting it,” he mused. You turned your back to him to put on your underwear, but he threw something black and lacey towards you. “I got you some lingerie. Nice stuff that Momoi helped me pick out,” he said. Your eyes swept over the price tag still hanging on it, and you hitched a breath. “Wow,” you said under your breath. “I think it’s more wow if you put it on,” he said back, smirking. 

Kagami: Kagami called you about an hour before you were getting ready for your date, sounding unusually nervous and stuttering on his words. “Hey, I, uh, don’t think I can come today. Can we reschedule? I’m so sorry, I’ll call you later. Uh, something came up! Just…just I’m sorry, right now. I’m sorry!” The line hung up on itself and you shrugged, knowing that Kagami will tell you later if something very serious did happen. About an hour later, after you went to make yourself some comfort mac and cheese, the door to your apartment opened and Kagami was there, his face red as a tomato. “I got you something,” he said, stomping to the kitchen and putting it in front of your plate of mac and cheese. “Stop eating that, it was a joke. I’m sorry. I just wanted to do something romantic.” He turned away as you took out two matching Christmas sweaters. The labeled brand suggested that it was very expensive, and Kagami once insisted he hated wearing matching items. “Kagami!” you shrieked, attacking the red-headed giant and hugging him. 

Kise: “Hey, _____-cchi. I’m going to be late to our date. I hope you understand! It will be worth it!” That was Kise’s text to you five minutes before your dinner reservation. You smoothed out your blouse and sighed, picking up your phone to check the time. It’s been 20 minutes, and even your patient self was getting restless. Suddenly, you hear a familiar holiday tune, although on violin being played. You were in a private dining reservation area, so you thought it was just a romantic gesture being made by a couple. You sighed, but suddenly, Kise strode into your private room, with the violinist behind him. He was holding a large bouquet of flowers and he kneeled in front of you. You nearly yelped, and Kise laughed. “I’m not proposing to you, ____-cchi. I was late to our date because I was getting you a present. I hope you can forgive me!” he said, opening a small box in his hand. Inside was a beautiful Tiffany’s bracelet. “Kise! You know I don’t mind! You didn’t have to!” You were brightly blushing, as people from other dining rooms noticed the scene. You pulled Kise into a tight hug, and he gently kissed your forehead before taking your wrist and putting the bracelet on it.  

Kuroko: You were on the next chapter of your manga, and your boyfriend STILL wasn’t here yet. You sighed, placing your head on the pillow, deciding whether to text him again. Suddenly, you hear the doorbell and you jumped up to get it. Which was strange, because Kuroko usually calls you to meet him outside at his car. Yet, there he was, in front of your house in his huge parka. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him. “What took you so long?” you asked, and Kuroko chuckled a bit, uncharacteristically. “I have something for you, ____-chan.” He took out of his pocket a vintage polaroid camera and handed it to you. “I was looking for this, but I ended up forgetting the time. I know you’ve always wanted something like this.” Your heart swelled in joy, and you turned on the camera, surprising Kuroko with a flash of light. “Got my first picture, and it’s of you,” you giggled. 

Midorima: Midorima called you in the middle of the day, saying he couldn’t make it to your weekly hangout. “I’m sorry, nanodayo,” he said before abruptly hanging up. You thought that was very uncharacteristic of him and you were about to take a walk outside for fresh air when you saw a familiar flash of green bike past your house. Midorima parked his bike a street corner away, and was pacing oddly around the area. You couldn’t help yourself, so you opened your window and screamed, “Shintarou!” which shook him out of his train of thought. Midorima looked quite disheveled when he came up to you. “What’s wrong Shin?” you asked him. “I…I got us something, nanodayo. But I’m not sure how to give it to you as a present.” You raised an eyebrow, as he took out from his coat two amusement park tickets. “You said you liked amusement parks. And…well I don’t, but I thought, it would be nice for the holidays. Since there’s lights. I like the lights, nanodayo.” He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. “Shin, thank you,” you said, pulling him into a gentle hug. 

Himuro: Himuro was the utmost gentleman, so it confused you when it canceled your plans so abruptly. Minutes later, you received a text telling you to meet him at a store with a designated address. Confused, you ordered a taxi and found yourself in front of a snowboarding store, and your boyfriend waiting for you. “I didn’t know how to surprise you,” he said, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I got us a cabin to go on a snowboarding trip, and I want to buy you some gear!” You gasped, stating that that was way too much money. “No, it’s no big deal,” he responded. “I have a lot of leftover equipment from America, and it’s really fun. I want to be able to share the experience with you.” You nodded, thanking him. “When do we go, Tatsuya?” you asked. Himuro laughed, “Tonight. I already asked your parents if it was fine, and you said you didn’t have any plans this week. Come on, let’s find you some good snowboarding gear.” 

Hopeless Pt 2

Part 1

A/N: You might want to go back and read part one because it’s been a while. (This semester of school kicked my ass, so I had to take a break.)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,120

Warnings: Blood, Bad Puns, Fluff, Angst

Thoughts, Texts

   “Are you sure you don’t want to share a room with me and Sam? It might be safer,” Dean reasoned.

   “I’m good. I can handle myself, and I certainly don’t need you to protect me,” You snapped at him. Dean worried the inside of this lip while you unlocked your door. It was like he didn’t want to leave you alone, and that annoyed you to no end.

   “Well, maybe I should check the room real quick,” he offered.

   God, why is he being so clingy? This isn’t the Dean I used to know.

   You pulled your gun from the small of your back and pressed the barrel to his chest.

   “I said I’m fine, Dean. Don’t give me a reason to use this,” you warned, and he smirked as if he were enjoying it.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Fourteen

You’d lain in bed together for a while longer before deciding to move. Upon checking your phone you saw that Hotch had text you, telling you both not to bother coming in today. You didn’t have a case so it was just going to be another paperwork day.

You called him anyway, updating him on your situation and asking him about the possibility of being excused from field duty and staying behind at HQ until you officially went on maternity leave.

With you being pregnant, technically the Bureau had to do anything they could to assist with the pregnancy in case anything were to go wrong which they could be held liable for. You both knew this and Hotch agreed with your request telling you he’d been sourcing a replacement anyway, another female from Andy Swan’s unit and that he’d speak with them about her taking over sooner than planned. You thanked him profusely, another load taken off your mind.

With the day ahead of you now free, you and Spencer decided to start working on the spare bedroom. You didn’t particularly want to spend tonight alone either and although last night had been fine, it wasn’t a good idea for you to get too comfortable sharing a bed. You knew that you would eventually have to spend the night alone, but you prayed that any cases that came up in the next few weeks would either be local, or that Reid could work from HQ too. You’d mentioned this to Hotch as well who had said it would need to be assessed on a case by case basis, but if you and Spencer were prepared to foot the cost of a commercial flight if Reid was needed in the field, then something could be worked out. Spencer wasn’t normally involved in many of the take downs anyway, so could work just as well via video link from the office.

You showed Reid the spare rooms, the smaller one directly next to yours would of course be the peanuts and the larger guest room with its own en-suite could become Spencer’s.

Reid drove JJ’s car back first thing, collecting his own from her house and picking up a few more belongings from his apartment before heading to the local home depot for storage boxes. The guest room had kinda become your dumping ground for your Gramp’s memorabilia along with old crap that you never used but didn’t have the energy to take to the tip. If you could box up your grandfather’s stuff, then you could shift some of the crap into the smaller room for now so that Reid would have somewhere to sleep. It was a huge job though, one that you regretted starting almost immediately.

It didn’t help that Reid was so interested in the stuff you had of your grandfather’s, like old scripts and film cells and stuff, insisting on asking you about everything.

Three hours had passed and you were exhausted. You slumped on the floor with a bottle of water, leaning against the bed next to Spencer who was quickly thumbing through yet another script he’d found, complete with all of your Gramp’s notes.

“Which one’s that?” you asked him.

“Jackal,” he replied, not even looking up, his finger running quickly down each page. It always amazed you watching him devour the written word so quickly.

“Ahhh. That’s my favourite.” It had been a sleeper hit at the box office but had won a fuck ton of awards including an Academy Award for best original screenplay.

“It’s mine too actually.” Still not looking up.

“Hey Spencer….. You know the little girl at the start.”

“The one who escapes from the Jackal?”

“Yep….. That’s yours truly.”

And now you had his attention. “Really? Oh my god thats awesome! You must have been what? Eight?”

You nodded and explained how you’d begged your Gramp’s to take you to work with him again. You loved going with him, even though he couldn’t always spend an awful lot of time with you when he was directing. He’d set you up in your own mini directors chair in front of one of the monitors and you’d just sit mesmerised. Most kids would have found the constant repetition of the same takes being filmed over and over again boring, but you’d loved it.

On this particular day, the production had run into issues. The actress playing the younger version of the protagonist in the opening scene had been pulled from the movie at the last minute, her parents suddenly finding issue with the content. The producers had seen you sitting there, quietly observing the panic, and made the suggestion to your Grandfather. He’d been reluctant to begin with but had approached you and asked whether you thought you could do this. You could and you did, so excited to be involved. You hadn’t been allowed to actually watch the full movie until years later, due to its rating and it had been so strange seeing yourself on screen.

“So why didn’t you continue with it then?” Spencer asked you.

“Erm…. Well, as much as I enjoyed it, I remember seeing the actress on the set. And for a nine year old, she was so spoiled and haughty. Her parents and assistants ran around catering to her every need and she reminded me so much of my older sisters, thinking they were everything but actually being no more important than me. I just didn’t want to become that. I’d have hated to become from sisters or my mom.”

“Y/N, why….. Why don’t you get on with your family? You never really talk about them much except to say bad things.”

“Erm…. ”

“I’m sorry… That’s too personal. Forget it.”

“No its fine… You should probably know. I’ll guess you’ll eventually meet them anyway. So, I’m quite a lot younger than my sisters. There’s a 10 year age gap between me and the one nearest to me in age. I’ve just always……been different to them. My Mom spend a large amount of her childhood in fancy boarding schools due to my Grandfather’s job. He told me once that he regretted it so much because it turned her into a ‘spoiled little madam with ideas above her station.’ And because my Grandparent’s weren’t used to having the amount of money they were suddenly making, she pretty much got anything she wanted.”

You took a breath before continuing. 

“My Mom married rich, I strongly suspect she didn’t love my father. And she did the same with my sisters, using money from her trust find and our Dad to send my sisters to the same school she went to. My Dad was away on business a lot so he didn’t really have a say in what went on. He died just after I was born by the way… I never knew him. By the time I was born, my Grandpa was fed up with seeing her turning his grandchildren into little princesses and put his foot down with me. He told her that I had to go to a normal public school and have a normal childhood or else he’d cut her and my sisters off and they wouldn’t get their trust funds. My mom remarried… For money again, but couldn’t bear to lose her dad’s money so abided by his wishes, although she employed nannies to actually look after me. And because Gramp’s was older and making less movies, he started spending time with me, that he hadn’t with my siblings. It’s all terribly boring but basically they just all have a sense of entitlement which my Grandpa blamed himself for and I don’t feel any sense of kin to them. We’re all totally different in personality. Plus my Mom’s an evil bitch. It’s down to her that I don’t want kids.”

“How come?”

“Because she’s repeatedly told me that I wouldn’t be a good mother and I’m terrified she’s right.“ 

Wow…. Honesty for once. Most of the time you just told people that it didn’t fit your lifestyle. But somehow…. You felt you owed it to him to be honest.

“Your own mother told you that you wouldn’t be a good mother? What the fuck?”

“And my sisters….. To be fair. One of them had a point. I did nearly kill her kid.”

He coughed, “What?”

Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. You’d never told anyone this.

“When I was thirteen we had a family party. My sisters are a lot older than me like I’ve already said, so I’ve got a fair few nieces and nephews. So the adults were all getting drunk and I was left in charge of the kids, supervising them around the pool.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I looked away for two minutes, texting this boy that I liked and when I looked up, my five year old nephew had fallen in. And he couldn’t swim.”

You could feel the panic you’d felt all those years ago settling back in.

“I couldn’t move, I was frozen to the spot. All I could do was scream until the adults came running. They pulled him out but he’d stopped breathing.”

Spencer reached his hand out placing it on your arm, the motion calming you without you even realising. “They performed CPR on him and thankfully, he started breathing again. And he’s fine…. No ill effects. He probably doesn’t even remember it. But I do. And so do….. they. My Mom asked me what had been so important that I hadn’t been paying attention and when I told her I was on my phone, she slapped me so hard that she split my lip and marked my face. She called me a selfish little bitch and asked me how I’d feel if my nephew had died because I was too busy thinking about myself. And she’s right….. I’m too selfish to think of other people. It’s always all about me. My sister, his Mom, said she’d never leave me alone with him again and that she hoped I’d never get pregnant because ‘god help the poor child that has Y/N for a Mother.’ And whenever a new baby was introduced into the family, they’d laugh and joke and say that I wasn’t to be allowed near them because I’d drop them or something. So yeah…… That’s kinda why I don’t want kids. Because I can’t be trusted to look after someone else’s child let alone my own.”

Spencer was staring at you, his jaw slack, “What did you your Grandpa say?”

“He didn’t. He was away, and I never told him. I couldn’t tell him I nearly killed his great grandchild.”

It felt so strange saying all of this now, after all these years.

“Y/N, you were thirteen. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. I should have been watching.”

“You were thirteen. The parents should have been watching, not you. They weren’t your responsibility.”

“It WAS my responsibility though. It was, I shouldn’t have been so selfish. But that’s me. Selfish little Y/N. You’ve said it yourself Spencer.”

“Y/N stop. Your family were out of line, in so many ways by the sounds of it. You know what it sounds like to me? Jealousy and resentment because of the special treatment you got from your Grandfather. They wanted to make you feel bad and they’ve used something that was NOT your fault to do that. It was a mistake, an accident. But it wasn’t your fault. And it doesn’t mean you won’t be a good mother.” His voice was quiet and soothing.

“But I won’t be Spencer, I won’t be. How can I be a good Mom when I wanted to get rid of her….. When I tried to get rid of her.” Your voice cracking now and tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N…. You didn’t though did you. Something stopped you. And you know what? Plenty of women who’ve had a termination go on to have other children and be great mom’s. Thinking of terminating or actually terminating a pregnancy doesn’t mean that someone is a bad mother, it just means that maybe that person wasn’t ready. Maybe circumstances meant that it just wasn’t the right time.” He inched closer on the floor until your shoulders were touching and he moved his arm so it was around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m truly sorry for the things I said yesterday. Now I know, I realise how much I must have added to these feelings. But what happened doesn’t mean anything. I know you’re going to be great at this. Because you’re strong, and independent. You’re opinionated. And how can you say you’re selfish when you do what you do for a living? You risk your life on a daily basis for other people. Hell you’ve even saved mine a few times. You’ll be great at this.”

Tears were freely streaming down your face down…..Christ, you couldn’t wait for these extra hormones to do one. You weren’t normally a crier.

“You think so?” Maybe if he genuinely thought this then maybe it was true.

“I know so.”

“Thanks Spencer,” you whispered, wiping your tears away.

“Nothing to thank me for…… But you do realise you have to tell your family about this. And then show them how good a mom you actually are.”

Now that was a point. This was kind of your opportunity to proof them wrong. And fuck, you loved proving people wrong.

“Will you come with me?”

He looked surprised and taken aback by your question and you were surprised too. But you actually did want him there. 

“Of course. Anything you need, I’ll do.”

And you knew that he was telling the truth.

missed the last bus (take the next train)

wolf 359 | 4k; complete | ao3 | anne & eiffel

notes: so, i was talking to a friend about how i think eiffel’s going to be immortal because of decima/alien shenanigans, and then he and hera and lovelace were going to be immortal space bros.  and I set out to write a fic about that, but it turned into…this.  i have more fic i want to write in this verse, but for now i tried to keep the timeline vague and hope what i have now makes sense on its own.

also, it’s never directly stated, but in my head eiffera is an established relationship at this point.

It started with a text.  Two texts, actually.

The first was an automatic notification from Anne’s bank, telling her that fifty thousand dollars had been deposited into her savings account.

She didn’t even have a savings account.

While Anne was still staring at that, the second came in, banner alert dropping from the screen.  The number was unknown, a long string that followed no pattern Anne could see, but she tapped it anyway.

Hi, Anne.  You don’t know me, but I’m one of Officer Eiffel’s friends.  He wanted to send the money anonymously.  I think that’s a stupid idea, and since I’m the one actually doing the money-sending, I get to say so. 

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Falling Into You - Chapter 1 Something Familiar

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SUMMARY: This is an AU.  Jughead and Betty have never dated and after he moved to Southside High, they eventually lost touch.

Jughead moved to New York when he was 18.  Five years later, Betty moves to New York as well.  She is tired of Riverdale and decides to pursue a career in journalism and enrolls at NYU to study it for a year and sharpen her skills.  She doesn’t have the means to stay on campus and Archie, who still keeps in contact with Jughead, sets it up for her to be his roommate because he needs someone to help with his rent costs.  Both are reluctant as they don’t really know each other anymore but decide to go ahead and become roommates anyway. This will be pure falling in love fluff and both Jughead and Betty are virgins, cause frankly, older virgins are lacking in this fandom :) If there happens to be angst, it will be mild.

This first chapter is a bit of a mess as I can’t seem to switch gears that easily from my last fic and a bit shorter than what I usually post lol I hope you like it and I really hope I don’t disappoint.  The beginnings of fics are always the hardest for me.


Betty Cooper, who always had it together, or so she made everyone think, was completely lost.  She had arrived in New York City, excited for her adventure and now she stood on a crowded street, completely and hopelessly lost.  She had given the cab driver the address and after driving for a while, he had pulled over, demanded his money, threw her bags on the street and had driven off.  By the time she realized she was nowhere near where she was supposed to be, he had long driven off.

She bit her lip, fighting tears, having given up trying to get someone to help her. Most just shuffled past her and the ones that did stop didn’t know the address she showed them.  Getting a cab was impossible as she was neither loud nor pushy enough to compete with everyone else trying to get one.

She had decided, after spending 5 years after graduation getting nowhere in Riverdale, to enrol to study journalism at NYU and just get out of the town that held nothing for her.  She wished now that she hadn’t wasted all that time and had done it right away after school, but she had been too afraid to venture out and now at almost 23, she decided it was now or never.  She couldn’t afford to stay on campus and after trying to figure out where to live; Archie had stepped in and helped.  

He was still in contact with Jughead Jones, who had left Riverdale when he turned 18 and had moved to New York and he happened to need a new roommate since his had left a month prior.  At first Betty had refused, not wanting to live with a guy she barely remembered or to live with a guy at all.  He had moved to Southside high when he was 16 and they had lost touch and she hadn’t seen him in years.

When no other affordable options became available, she had reluctantly agreed. She hadn’t spoken to him, letting Archie take care of all the details.  He had told her that Jughead had been a little reluctant as well, but had eventually agreed because the other people who wanted the room weren’t satisfactory to him and he really needed help with the rent.

Now, here she stood, alone and lost in a huge city, feeling defeated and afraid. She sighed and searched through her purse for her phone and was about to text Archie and then changed her mind.  What the hell could Archie do? He was in Riverdale.  She scrolled through his texts and found the one where he had left Jughead’s number for her.  She chewed her lip nervously for a minute, working up the courage and then hit the call button.

“Hello?”  He answered after a couple rings and his voice sounded familiar, but deeper and warm.

“Hey….Jughead?” Betty said, her voice slipping over the words.

“Yes, who’s this?”

“Hi…its….it’s Betty.  Betty Cooper?” she said quickly, stumbling over the words.

“Oh, hey….” He sounded unsure and paused, waiting for her to speak.  She took a deep breath and it came out shaky.  “Are you ok?’ he asked, the concern evident in his voice.

“Yes…I mean….no, I’m not.  I’m kind of lost,” she said, hating how pathetic she sounded.  She quickly told him what happened.

“Shit,” he muttered.  “Fucking cabs.  Probably a new guy.  Do you know where you are exactly?  Any street signs you can read?”  Betty looked around and read the signs and added a few business names as well.

“Well, damn, that’s pretty far from where he should have dropped you,” Jughead said, sounding annoyed.  

“I can’t catch another cab…” she said, the last word coming out in a sob.

“Ok, well shit, I’m at work and that’s nowhere near where you are.  Stay there and I’ll call a cab for you.  What business are you in front of?”  She told him and heard him ask someone for a pen so he could jot it down.  “Ok, I’ll send a cab to you and I’ll tell my boss I need to leave.  I should be home before you and I’ll make sure the cabbie takes you to the right place.  Ok?”

“O..ok…” Betty said tearfully.  “Thanks Jughead.”

“No problem,” he replied gruffly and hung up the phone.  A few minutes later a text appeared on her screen.  It was his number.

-Sit tight.  Cab will be there soon.-

She shot back a ‘thank you’ and entered his name into her contacts.  The cab arrived 15 minutes later and when a rush of people headed towards it, the driver quickly climbed out and informed them it was a call in and he was there for her.  A few shot her an annoyed look and she quickly averted her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered to the man as he started putting her bags in the trunk.  

“Thank whoever called it in for you.  He apparently threatened to sue if anyone else took the cab from you,” he said with a laugh.  Betty managed a small smile over that bit of information.

The ride to the apartment building took 20 minutes and Betty was astonished at how far away the other driver had dropped her.  He hadn’t even made an attempt to get her somewhat close.  She paid the driver and he helped her with her bags and drove off.  She looked up and counted 10 stories and knew Jughead lived on the 9th floor.  She hoped there was an elevator.  She managed to attach her purse and two back packs to the two huge suitcases she had and grabbed the handles and pulled them inside.  The door had a security buzzer but for whatever reason was propped open at the moment.  She was happy to find an elevator and with some difficulty managed to get her bags in and hit the 9th floor button.

When she reached the floor she again struggled to get the bags off and then mentally kicked herself for not texting Jughead that she had arrived.  Hopefully he had made it home because she didn’t have a key.  Then she remembered Jughead had told Archie if he wasn’t home when she arrived, that there was a key in the floor pot that the neighbour across the hall kept by her front door.  She walked slowly down the hall, looking for his apartment number.  Sure enough, apartment 16 was across the hall from a flower pot.  She decided to see if he was home before rummaging for a key.

She knocked and a few moments later, the door swung open.  Despite looking slightly older, a little taller and more filled out, it was still the same Jughead. Right down to the flannel, beanie and suspenders.  She was exhausted, frazzled and still slightly scared and even though she hadn’t seen him in a few years, he looked like and reminded her of home and she promptly burst into tears.  She decided to further embarrass herself by throwing her arms around his middle and hugging him, while sobbing all over his t-shirt.

“Hey….” He said in surprise, and stood there stiffly for a second before he put an arm awkwardly around her shoulders and patted her head.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, as she tried to collect herself.  “I’m just tired…..and the cab….and I was lost…and people are so rude!… extremely frazzled right now….” She finished with a hiccup and quickly backed away from him.  Jughead still looked surprised and she thought there was a faint blush on his cheeks.  

“Ummm….well, let’s get you inside,” he said slowly, looking at her like he was waiting for another spurt of crazy.  She managed a wobbly smile and grabbed one of her bags.  “Let me get those,” he said gently and stepped aside so she could go in.  

It was smaller than she had expected, which she guessed for New York was normal, but cozy and comfortable.  There was a closet directly to her left and a small kitchen to her right.  It had a small island which served as an eating area as there was no room for a kitchen table.  The living room was big enough for a couch, chair and TV and some end tables and a small chest that served as a coffee table.  There was a large bookshelf that was filled to overflowing with books, the shelves bowing under the weight and she smiled.  Jughead had always liked to read back in school, it seemed like he still did.  There was a large window that one could climb through to get to the fire escape balcony of sorts.  The walls were exposed brick and she thought the place oozed with old world charm.  

“It’s not much but its rent controlled and with two people it’s very affordable,” Jughead said with a slight smile as he put down her bags and closed the door.  

“It’s really nice,” she said quietly.  

“Here, let me show you your room,” he said quickly, when she held his gaze for a moment.  The hallway was on the left, just past the closet and it was narrow and a bit dark.  “Bulb burned out, haven’t replaced it yet,” he said, pointing to the light.  There was two doors on either side of the hall and on the right was the bathroom and his room, and on the left was a small storage area and her room.  He opened the door and she blinked in surprise.  It was small, but had a double bed and was quite pretty.  She took in the lavender floral bedspread and pillow and looked at him.

“Your last roommate was a girl as well or a guy who likes flowers?” she asked.

“Umm…no.  Mrs. Reynolds across the hall insisted on cleaning the room for you and making it more comfortable when I told her a girl was moving in,” he said with a slight smile.   “She spoils me with a lasagna every week and wouldn’t take no for an answer so I just let her make it nice for you.”

“Oh,” Betty breathed, suddenly very thankful for Mrs. Reynolds thoughtfulness.  There was even fresh flowers on the bedside table.  A dresser sat against the wall and with those three pieces of furniture, the room was near full.  She opened the closet and was surprised and pleased that it was a walk-in.  With this she had more than enough room.  There was another small dresser in there.

“Small place but has great closet space,” Jughead said with a chuckle.  He wheeled in her bags and she sat on the edge of the bed, looking around again.  He turned to go and paused, his hand on the door knob. “Welcome to New York, Betty,” he said with a smile, and closed the door after him.  Betty kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed.  She felt so overwhelmed and anxious she couldn’t help but cry again.  What the hell was she doing here?  In a tiny room in the middle of New York.  With Jughead Jones.  She had to admit though, she was glad she had agreed to stay with him.  She may not know anything about him anymore, but he was from home and he was familiar and maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

Jughead sat on the couch and stared at the blank screen of his laptop.  He had meant to do some writing but couldn’t seem to get his brain to think.  The only thing he had in his head at the moment was Betty Cooper.  A very frazzled and anxious Betty Cooper.  Her hug and tears had shocked the hell out of him and dam, she had smelled like lilacs and vanilla.  She was still as pretty as she had ever been, even more so.  He had been picturing the 15 year old he remembered and all though she looked basically the same, Betty Cooper had turned into a beautiful woman.

He heard her soft crying in her room and wondered if he should go see if she was alright.  New York scared the hell out of him too when he had first arrived 5 years earlier and he had spent a month sleeping in shelters until he found a job and a place to live.  He knew how intimidating it could be, even for just a couple hours of being lost.  After a few more minutes he sighed and put his laptop aside.  He went to her door and knocked softly.  

“Are you ok?” he asked gently through the door.

“Yea…yeah…” she answered through hiccups.  He sighed and leaned his forehead against the door.  

“Would you like some tea or coffee?  It might make you feel better,” he said.  He heard her get up and straightened.  The door opened and her red rimmed eyes, and tear stained face made his stomach clench in concern.

“Tea sounds nice,” she whispered.  He smiled and she followed him to the kitchen.  She went over to the window while he put on a pot of water to boil.  The view wasn’t bad.  There was a park to the left and the busy street to the right.  She walked back to the island and sat down on the stool there.  He glanced at her as he got the cups and put an assortment of tea bags in front of her to choose.  She picked green lemon and he smiled.  That was his favorite.

“Have you lived here long?” she asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“About 3 years.  Before that I lived in what can only be described as a shoe box.  Believe me, this is a palace compared to that,” he said with a laugh.  He handed her the cup of tea.  “Sugar or honey?”  

“Honey, if you really have some,” she said quickly.  He got the honey and she smiled her thanks.  “I’m sorry about before….when I…when I cried all over you,” Betty said, her face flushed with embarrassment.  

“Don’t worry about it,” he said softly.  “This city is scary at first, I understand if you felt overwhelmed.  Having an idiot cab driver dump you in the middle of nowhere I’m sure didn’t help either.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly sure what happened there,” she said frowning.

“When do your classes start?” he asked, sitting down across from her.

“They started on Monday but I told my professors I was going to be a week late and they just gave me this week’s work.  It’s certainly not like high school, is it?  They just dump the homework immediately.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Jughead said with a smile.  “Do you know how to get there?” he asked.  She sighed and shook her head.  “Well, it’s Saturday tomorrow and I’ll show you if you’d like.  The subway is a block from here and I think it’s probably about 35 minutes on the train to get there.  We can map you a route and ride it a few times to get your comfortable.”

“Thank you Jug, that would be great,” she said, feeling relieved at his helpfulness.  His phone suddenly rang and he answered it and wandered the few feet into the living room.

She studied him and had to admit, Jughead Jones looked great.  Back in the day he had been a bit awkward and cute and pretty much kept to himself but grown up Jughead was seriously good looking.  From his olive skin, to the lines of his face and eyes that were bluer than she remembered.  He had always been a bit scrawny but he seemed pretty fit now, his arms muscular and his shoulders broad.  He smiled as he listened to whoever was on the other end and his whole face seemed to light up.  He looked happier than he had been back in Riverdale.  Back then he had always worn a scowl and always seemed tense and his eyes had always been sad, now he looked relaxed and happy.  He ended the call and came back to the kitchen.

“Girlfriend?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.  He seemed surprised and then shook his head.

“Umm, no, I don’t have….” He trailed off, his cheeks a bit flushed.  “Just a guy I work with.  Wanted to know if I wanted to go see a movie later.”

“Oh, well have fun,” she said, sipping her tea and wondering why the fact that Jughead Jones had now blushed twice in her presence made her stomach flutter.

“I turned him down,” Jughead said, taking his tea to the couch and sitting down.  “I figured you probably wouldn’t want to be alone.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said softly, feeling bad suddenly.

“It’s ok, I don’t feel much like going out anyway,” Jughead assured her.  She wandered over to the chair and sat down, tucking her feet under her.  

“What made you decide to leave Riverdale and come here?” he asked after a while.  Betty shrugged and thought for a while.

“There was nothing for me there.  You can’t really go anywhere in a small town and I felt like I was suffocating.  I just needed a change and I’ve always wanted to take journalism, so I figured, why not?”  Jughead nodded, understanding her need to get out.  His had come years earlier and it was the best decision he’d ever made.  As hard as it had been at first, he had never regretted it.  His phone rang again and he answered with a sigh.

Betty could hear enough to get that whoever wanted him to go to a movie was asking again and Jughead was trying to let him down nicely.

“Jughead?” she said softly.  He paused and looked at her.  “It’s ok, I’m just going to take a bath and go to sleep I think.  I’m very tired.”  He studied her for a moment and then got back to his friend, telling him he would go.  

After Jughead left, Betty wandered around the small apartment, looking at everything.  He had a wide variety of books from autobiographies to fiction to travel to cooking to graphic novels.  It was clear Jughead spent a lot of time reading.  His laptop sat closed on the chest in the living room and she remembered he had always sat with back in Riverdale as well.  She wondered if he still liked to write.  The kitchen was pretty well stocked and so was the fridge.  It didn’t seem like he ordered in food a lot.  Most likely cause it was cheaper to buy groceries and cook.

She wandered into the bathroom and found it small but clean and comfortable.  She especially loved the old claw foot tub.  It was actually quite large and she went into her room to dig out her bubble bath and started the water to fill it.  She peeked into the storage area and found a bike and other items like winter gear and such.  Her curiosity got the better of her and she peeked into his room as well.  It was tidy and sparse with a double bed and dresser.  There was a small desk in the corner with a desk top computer and some books and magazines.  A couple articles of clothing hung over the desk chair and the bed was unmade, the dark sheets rumpled.  It was all much like the man who occupied it to sleep.  Tidy and not a lot of fuss.

Betty spent a good hour in the tub, letting the hot water ease the tension in her body.  She could hear the noises of the city out the small window and she wondered how long it would take for her to get used to it.  In Riverdale it was always so quiet at night and she had always liked it that way.  She guessed she would have to deal with the noise or invest in some ear plugs.

She finally got out and dried off and got into a pair of pajama pants and a tshirt and went out into the living room to watch some TV.  She curled up with the blanket she found on the end and watched old re-runs of Friends.  She held the blanket to her face and realized it smelled much like he had smelled when she had embarrassingly cried all over him earlier.  She smiled slightly and snuggled in deeper.

Jughead got home around midnight, having been talked into having a drink at the tavern bar down the street and had spent the entire time wondering if Betty was doing alright.  He quietly let himself into the apartment and saw the lamp in the living room was lit.  He stepped forward a bit and saw Betty sleeping on the couch.  He walked over and turned the TV off and knowing from past experience of having fallen asleep on the couch, he knew it wasn’t going to be comfortable by morning and he crouched down beside her.  

“Hey, Betty,” he said softly, putting his hand on her arm and giving her a gentle shake.  She mumbled something and burrowed deeper under the blanket and he gave her another shake.  She opened her eyes slowly and squinted at him.  “You fell asleep and you bed is probably more comfortable than this old couch,” he said with a smile.  She smiled, half asleep and suddenly her hand reached up and brushed back the curl off his forehead.  Jughead froze, knowing she was barely awake and probably unaware of what she was doing.  

“Your eyes are pretty,” she said softly and then she was sleeping again. Jughead bit back a smile and nudged her again.  This time her eyes flew open and she sat up so fast he fell back against the chest.  He steadied himself and stood.  “What’s going on?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide.

“I was just trying to wake you.  You fell asleep on the couch, and your bed will be more comfortable,” he explained.

“Oh,” she said, blinking the sleep from her eyes.  She got up and stumbled a bit but made her way to her room.  He swallowed a laugh when she almost walked into the wall and as he watched her disappear through her door, he noticed she was still carrying the blanket.  He chuckled and headed to his own room.  

He stripped down to his boxers and pulled on some pajama pants and got under his covers.  He crossed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, watching the city lights play across room.  His forehead still felt warm from where she had brushed it and a smile played on his lips.  She thought his eyes were pretty?  Ok, so she had been half asleep, but from his experience, people who were half asleep usually had all their guards down and revealed things they otherwise wouldn’t.  He decided she meant it, half asleep or not.  Betty Cooper thought his eyes were pretty.  Maybe one day he’d tell her that they didn’t hold a candle to her beautiful brilliant green ones.


ahhhhh, that’s the beginning….hopefully you find it worth continuing lol