it's just that time is going by really quickly

Black Lion Moment: Lance

So, when Team Voltron is talking about who will pilot the black lion Coran brings up how Keith has piloted the black lion before and Lance says: 

And then goes on to say:

But then when Keith retorts and it slips out that Shiro wanted him to pilot the black lion; Lance’s reaction is this: 

He is just utterly crushed because he wanted to lead Voltron and show himself. But he quickly re groups himself and goes with: 

Once they decide to all go into the black lion we see them all try to summon it’s ablties and they are all a bit humeroues, but then we have Lance’s: 

You can tell he really wants this and he is very concentrated (so concentrated that I think time gets away from him: )

When, Lance doesn’t activate the Black Lion; he gets upset: 

Then, when he sees that the lion picked Keith to be its pilot: 

He’s pretty devastated because he wanted it so bad and he feels like he’s missed his chance to show himself to the team (and the universe). But then, Keith says he won’t be the black paladin: 

Lance is shocked: 

While he said all that stuff about not wanting to be lead by Keith he didn’t think that Keith wouldn’t actually accept the leadership role. Even though Lance is hurting right now he knows Keith needs support right now too, so he gives him that: 

This is such a grown up move for Lance to make, and it shows so much how he’s grown up; it gives us even more insight into what an even more beautiful character lance is growing to be. 

— what 2 do | (m)

 pairing: kim seokjin x reader,  roommate! jin, college! jin
•  genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (more like over dramatics), 
•  words: 13,759
→ summary: what happens when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad after all…
•  note. this was a request from @immawhalien95 which took me an age to write haha, but it’s finally done and my plan to take over tumblr with Jin fics is taking shape…
•  p.s. listen to I feel you by wonder girls

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So what I got from the newest episode of "Watching Sanvers Scenes on Youtube".
  • Alex: Valentines Day?
  • Maggie: No.
  • Alex: Valentines DAY?
  • Maggie: Seriously nope!
  • Alex: Communication?
  • Maggie: Heternormativity really traumatised me and I might never be over it.
  • Maggie: I am revealing a tragic and very realistic backstory to you that a lot of our fans can probably identify with.
  • Maggie: It would need a lot of screentime to resolve this issue properly.
  • Maggie: But we don't get that much screentime because white cis fuckboy needs to fuck the former protagonist of this TV show.
  • Maggie: After all, this is a family TV show and we can't tell happy straight ally (TM) families that they are traumatising young queer children.
  • Maggie: So gotta go bye!
  • Some time later.
  • Kara: Yo, Maggie, it's nice that you adressed some issues so the gays can identify with you.
  • Kara: But now it's really time to quickly resolve this because after all this is a family's TV show. And if we really adressed properly that heteronormativity is hurting and traumatising young queer people, we could not really make white cis fuckboy fuck me in another scene of this tv show.
  • Kara: So pls just get your shit together! We need the gays to be happy and distracted from the bullshit we are going to pull.
  • Some time later.
  • Alex: What is going on, Maggie?
  • Alex: I forgot my personality at home when I put on that dress.
  • Alex: Let's slow dance it out.
BTS Reaction: Them being a Professor/ Teacher and you confessing to them (Hyung Line)

Request: Could you please do the Bts Reaction of them being your professor/teacher and you confessing but with the Hyung Line, pretty please?? I loved your reaction 💕 Thank you.

[Maknae line]

Warning: Slight smut

A/N: I got way too carried away, especially with Namjoon’s…#Notguilty

Seokjin (School nurse):

You were in the track and field and you were known as the fastest field sprinter. Today was the day where you were competing with other schools and you were already a nervous wreck. Jin was the school nurse, well known for his incredible good looks and a hot topic in the school. You were a popular patient, coming in his office with simple knee scrapes and minor feet injuries. His window is just outside the track field, giving him the perfect view of you on the tracks, preparing a round of hurdling. Jin hoped you wouldn’t get injured too badly.

The gun fired and you were set, sprinting as fast as you could. You jumped over the first hurdle with no problem and you continued until you jumped over the second one, smiling to yourself after succeeding in it to. As you jumped over the third one, Jin’s eyes widened. You felt one of your feet hit one of the hurdles, causing you to trip and land on the ground hard. Jin’s heart was racing when he saw your face twist in pain and he knew that your foot was in serious pain.

You woke up to a white ceiling in front of you and you slowly sat up and looked around and realize you were in the nurse office. You smiled when you saw Jin sitting behind his desk. You were about to get up when you felt a throbbing pain on your foot. Jin heard your wincing and he shot his head towards you holding your bandaged ankle. He quickly got up and rushed over to you. He was surprised to see tears brimming in your eyes, at first he thought it was because of the pain but it wasn’t when you started talking. “The school relied on me and now I just disappointed them…” You said and it slowly pissed Jin off. He pinned you down the bed and you let out a gasp. “You are not a failure…you never were…” He said and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips on his. His eyes widened but quickly closed and returned the kiss with much passion. His body slowly lowered to rest on your body.

The next day, girls started whispering at the of sight Jin. Walking down the hallway with his usual white coat but his neck covered with love bites. He saw you at one of the lockers and all he could do was send you a wink, leaving you a blushing mess.

Yoongi (Music Teacher):

It was time for the end of the year project and each of your classmates had to choose what type of project they want to do. Some want to make furniture, some wanted to do a research project. You decided you compose your own piano piece, hoping to also impress the good-looking music teacher Min Yoongi. At first, he warned you it will be difficult but you never let that get to you. You slowly gotten closer to Yoongi after every private lesson you had but you slowly pushed the feelings aside.

You were alone in the music room, on the grand piano that lied in the middle of the room to finish off the final part of the piano piece. You were so concentrated in the song that you didn’t here Yoongi coming in. As he entered, a smile graced on his face as he saw you playing the piano passionately. He leaned against the wall, watching you playing your song from behind. As you finally finished, you smiled proudly at yourself. “It sounds beautiful…” You jumped at the low voice and looked behind you to see Yoongi leaning against the wall smirking.

“It’s finally done…” You smiled and he walked over to sit next to you, and slowly played the beginning of your piece. After many private lessons, he already knew how to play your beautiful piece. You played together with him, one tone higher than he was playing, giving out a really nice harmony. As you finished, he turned to look at you and you turned to see him staring at your lips. He leaned in but stopped just inches between your lips, as if he was asking for your permission. You pressed your lips against him, the kiss starting off sweet until it became a full on make out session. You felt his hand slowly sliding from your neck to your inner tighs, slowly caressing it.

“Let’s continue this at my place shall we…?

Hoseok (Dance Teacher):

The dance festival is soon coming up and it is popular for young individuals to show off their dance moves. Hoseok, who was your dance teacher, expected a lot from your group and you were training from morning to late evening. You were slowly getting frustrated at a certain step that you couldn’t get and it was slowly getting late. “Alright guys, you did a great job. Let’s continue tomorrow morning.” Everyone just took their bags and left but you just collapsed on the floor and groan in frustration.

Hoseok was wiping is sweat off with a towel when he heard groaning in the room and placed the towel down to see your body on the floor panting and covered in sweat. The sight for Hoseok was…tempting. He gulped and walked over to you. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” You looked up to see Hoseok looking down and you slowly started to blush. “Oh…um…there is a certain step in the dance that I can’t seem to get.” You said with a frown. Hoseok stretched his arm for you to grab and you gladly grabbed it. “Come on, I can fix that.” He said with a smile.

After a half an hour of working on that specific step, you smiled to yourself when you finally got it right. “Thank you so much Mr. Jeon…” You said and he just smiled in reply. He slowly walked over to you and he was so close that you could feel heat coming from his body. “You have a strong personality Y/N…and I admire that…” You looked up to see his face so close to you, if you leaned a little closer you could just kiss him on the spot. “You confuse me sometimes…” You whispered and Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. “How?” He asked. “Everything you do just makes it difficult to not like you.” You confessed and it took time for Hoseok to understood what you said before crashing his lips on yours. You were shocked at first but you went for it anyways, your hands going up to grab his hair. Hoseok’s hands went to the back of your thighs, wanting you to jump up to wrap your legs around his face and you did. He slowly walked to the mirror until you feel the cool mirror pressing against your back.

He was kissing your neck when he said something that made you all hot and bothered.

“Tell me Y/N. How do you feel about doing it here in a room filled with mirrors?”

Namjoon (School Librarian):

Usually when people mention a school librarian, they normally think about an old grumpy ladies always scolding you for bring in books one day late. But the librarian you had was young, and very good looking, always sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the table and reading a book. You’ve always came to the library for new arrivals, even before Namjoon came to work at the library. Namjoon has seen your presence in the library before and he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was always in his usual reading position, but when you came in, his eyes would leave the page and glance at you.

It was a normal school day and the day new books were coming in the library. You walked over to the new arrival section with a smile but you soon frowned to see the book you were excited to read missing. You turned to see Namjoon in his reading position and you gulped. If you want to know what happened with the book, that meant you had to talk to him.

You slowly walked to him and his nose was still in the book until you cleared your throat and Namjoon looked at you and got so surprise that he almost dropped the book. You looked at the book and realized he was the one reading the book you were looking for. You shook your head and gave him and apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, nevermind…” You were about to walk away when Namjoon quickly got up and grabbed your wrist. “No! tell me what it is?” It was the first time he was talking to you, and he really wanted to engage a conversation. “It’s just…I was looking for the new book that just came here but you were reading it so it’s fine…” You said with a smile and Namjoon quickly let go of your wrist and gave you the book. “Please take it…” “Are you sure…?” He nodded and you thanked him. “Is there anything else you need?” He didn’t want to stop talking to you. “Yeah, im looking for a book about marine biology, its for a biology project.” “I know where it is.” He said before walking off to a certain section and you just followed close behind.

You saw him reach out two books that was lying on the top shelf, which gave you the time to admire his perfect body proportion. “Here” You shook your head and blushed at the thought. “Ah~thank you.” “Are you okay? Your face is pretty red…” He said as he leaned closer to place his large hands on your cheek. You just quickly took the opportunity and pressed your lips against his, his eyes widening but quickly returned the kiss. His hand fell to you ass and squeezed it, a small moan left your lips  and you were thankful there were no people at the section. The light moan made Namjoon seeze the opportunity to use his tongue to fight his dominance against the kiss.

“Finally” He whipered.

I know it’s a pic but damn those arms *^*

Jungkook Scenario: Your Warmth.

Request:  Hello, I think requests are open so can you please do a Jungkook scenario about him and his girlfriend cuddling for the first time? Thank you so much 😊

Genre: Fluff

–Everything is going to be just fine – you said to yourself to try and get a grip of your racing heart that was apparently happy about going a mile per hour inside your chest.

You were at Jungkook’s place for the first time ever, it was supposedly going to be just you and him for the first time and you wanted to say that you were collected and not a single tiny bit nervous about it, but you were.

You laughed and checked yourself on the mirror above the sink quickly. You still had a lot of things left to do with Jungkook since your relationship was only going into its third month and most of your dates had been outside until now. This opportunity was exciting and it wasn’t like you had really something planned, but you were always up to just spending time with your boyfriend. You’d worn a long black baggy sweater and gray thigh highs with your hair down and a little wavy since this was nothing fancy but you still wanted to look put together without seeming like you put a lot of effort.

But none of you had counted with Jungkook’s roommates crashing back without advice, so Jungkook had said he didn’t want to spend his relaxing time with them being all nosy and chatty around you. So you were going to stay on his room, it wasn’t like you didn’t want it, god you loved that idea, you only hoped it didn’t show how much on your face. You went out of the bathroom and found Jungkook busy with his phone, but with the sound of your steps he looked up at you and smiled, so you had the tiniest internal scream with the sight of your boyfriend.

–Hey, so… – how did he manage to look so effortlessly attractive at any given time? He only had to stand there with jeans, a basic t-shirt, a fire red beanie and the stash of butterflies on your stomach got wild.

Jungkook laughed and then leaned forward to peck your lips. –So, what do you want to drink, we have to build a stash to get with us before they catch us–

You laughed and nodded, taking his hand to walk with him towards the kitchen where you’d left all the snacks and junk food you’d bought on the way there. You chose a nice amount of snacks and sneaked into his bedroom as quick as possible.

–Did you plan this since the beginning? – you giggled, teasing him with your question but well, he’d said his roommates weren’t going to be there at first so you could chill calmly on the living room.

–What? No! – Jungkook panicked for a moment, you could see it perfectly on his expression. –Not that I don’t want you in my room…– he laughed breathlessly and you nodded. –Of course I do, I mean, not like this, not this time I told you to come but not to get you in here, I…– your boyfriend laughed and you bit your lower lip, humming as your only answer. –Or did you want me to plan it like this? –

Well, that was quick of him to turn around things this way. You only laughed, flipping your hair and shrugging nonchalantly, walking towards the bed just so he didn’t see how you were most probably getting all red around the edges.

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Nobody Compares (Tony Stark x Reader)

Summary: I’m horrible at summaries so I’m not going to write one. Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1,092

Warnings: None (unless you count fluff)

A/N: I wrote this a while back when I was having major Tony feels. Credit to whoever made the gif. If you would like to be added to my tag list, let me know. Other than that, enjoy!

Tag List: @mp938368 @thatgirlsar @jumperswellies @quicksoldier @kitkatgaming @marvelfandom-stuff @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @agentraven007 @marvelgoateecollection @thaniya82 @thats-so-rhyan @myserium @themanwiththemetalarm


“Tony?” Your groggy voice called out into the darkness of your room. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and the absence of warmth that usually laid beside you woke you up. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, your hand reached out into the space next to you searching for Tony. Hand grasping the empty cold sheets, a sigh escaped your lips when you realized he wasn’t there anymore.

Hand running down your tired face, you push back the comforting sheets of your bed. Pulling on Tony’s discarded dress shirt over your frame, you pushed up the sleeves as you made your way down towards the lab.

This wasn’t the first time that you had woken up in the middle of the night to find Tony missing from your side. It also wasn’t the first time that you found Tony down in the lab, working away his anxiety and worries. This happened on most nights, Tony getting up and going down to the lab. There was a time where you thought that it was almost over, where you wouldn’t have to go down to coax him back to bed. But with the Accords going through the U.N. and with everything happening with Steve, he went back to tinkering with his suits as the night turned into day.

The compound was eerily silent these days. What with half the team gone and the other half on daily missions, the compound almost turned into a shell of its former self. You didn’t understand it, you really didn’t. How could everything just fall apart so quickly? You agreed with Tony that the team should stick together. No matter what. Isn’t that what was important?

“FRIDAY, could you open the lab doors, please?”

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

With a quick thanks to FRIDAY, the lab doors slid open revealing hundreds of suits that lined the walls. In the middle of the room sat Tony with his back facing you as he worked on his newest suit. From here you could see just how tired he really was as he hunched over his work. Feet padding softly on the smooth floor, you walked up to Tony as he continued working.

“You seem tired,” You said as you rested your hands on his strong shoulders. Gently massaging them, you felt the back of Tony’s head rest against your chest.

“What gave you that impression?”

“Well, for one, it’s three o'clock in the morning and you haven’t really slept the past couple of days, so you must be tired. Also, you’re not playing your music at all.”

“Huh,” Tony mumbled, eyes squinting slightly. “Guess I didn’t notice.”

“Mhm,” You acknowledged as you brought your fingers up to his hair. “So which one is this one? Mark 93, 94?”

Shaking his head slightly, he placed the screwdriver down on the table. “No, 96.”

“What? When did you make the others?”

“This past week when you were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up, I know how hard work has been for you this week.”

Guilt flooded through your body when Tony said this. If he was up all week, he was really sleep deprived and you should’ve noticed sooner.

With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you pushed on the chair slightly so Tony rotated towards you. Cupping his face in your hands, you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. “You should have woke me up, Tony. I don’t care if I get enough sleep, but I do care if you get enough sleep.  You work so hard as it is, and with everything going on, you really need to sleep.”

Leaning his head on one of your hands, Tony nodded. “I know I need to sleep, but sometimes I can’t. I just feel like such a failure-”

“Anthony Edward Stark,” You cut him off, eyeing him. “You are not a failure. You care so much about everyone you love and you do everything in your power to protect them. It’s not your fault that people don’t always appreciate all you do for them. No matter what, you are not a failure, so don’t put yourself down, okay? Your heart is too beautiful for you to degrade it.”

Smiling slightly at your words, Tony stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. Pulling you in for a hug, Tony buried his face into your neck. “Thank you, (Y/N), really. You are way too good for me.”

Slowly shaking your head, you pulled back and looked into his eyes. “No, you’re too good for me. I love you so much, Tony. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, (Y/N), so much. And you are the one that is too good for me. You’re it for me, (Y/N). Nobody compares to you.”

Heart swelling at his words, you tugged him down towards you. His chapped lips meeting your soft ones, you poured all the love and adoration you held for him into that kiss. On the other end of that kiss, Tony tried to convey just how much he loved you as he held you close, desperate to never let you go. Pulling away ever so slightly, Tony gently cupped your face in his hands as he admired every single feature of your face. From your beautiful (E/C) eyes to your dazzling smile, Tony was so glad that he met you. You really were the one for him.

“C'mon, Stark,” You broke through the comfortable silence, reaching for one of his hands. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Nodding at your words, Tony lets you pull him away from his work. When you finally reached your room, you laid down on your bed wrapped up in Tony’s arms. Falling asleep to the steady drum of his heart, Tony lazily smiled as he watched your sleeping form. Reaching into the dresser next to him, Tony dug around until his fingers found the small box. Pulling it out, Tony popped open the lid to reveal an absolutely gorgeous diamond ring. In every way, shape, and form, the ring represented everything about you. With a quick glance at your sleeping form that rested on Tony’s chest, Tony closed the small box and put it in his pants pocket. Very soon Tony Stark would be proposing to the love of his life. He wasn’t even nervous at the possibility of you saying no. Tony just knew that you would say yes and the thought of seeing that ring on your finger absolutely thrilled Tony. After all, nobody compared to you.


Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob x Reader

Request: Can u write an angsty Jacob Black imagine where he imprints on the reader? or any Jacob imagine tbh haha

Characters: Jacob Black, Reader, Bella Swan(mentioned)

Word Count: 1033 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cuteness, a few curse words and that’s it

Summary: You and Jacob have been friends for years now. One day, everything seems to change and you have no idea why.

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Originally posted by vixielefox

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

It was just another rainy day in Forks, Washington. The weather there was always rainy and cloudy, but you were okay with that. You love the weather like that. Sunny weather was okay with you too, but you prefer this type of weather. On your days off from school, you would usually spend time with your best friend, Jacob Black. You both go to different schools, so you don’t see a lot of each other on the week days. But that didn’t stop either of you from skipping classes to go see each other.

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Summary: Shawn makes Brian hand deliver a care package to y/n because y/n is stressed and Shawn can’t do it himself because he is out of the country. 

Requested: First off I just wanna say that your work is amazing ! It’s my favourite. Lately I’ve been feeling like everything is crashing down on me. I feel like I never get a beak with school, work, worrying, just everything ! Can you do an imagine where Shawn notices you’ve been acting differently because everything’s just a little too much and makes you feel better? Thank you :)


Sleep. Sleep would be nice, but who has time to sleep anymore? Certainly not you. With work, school, exams, and so much to worry about, you can’t seem to catch a break. Even when you do have the time to sleep, you can’t because you’re so stressed. And every other second you’re awake, it is like you have a never-ending list of things that you need to get done. You’re trying so hard to just keep on going, but it’s hard, so hard. 

When your phone buzzes on your desk with a text you automatically glance at it. Good morning love it reads, from your boyfriend of course.

You just smile a bit because it’s nearly ten at night where you are, but he’s just woken up. You type a quick reply, morning babe. You’d love to talk to him, but you have so much to still do before you can even think of taking a break, much less going to bed. 

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Chlonath Week Day 7: AU

I know that the Coffee Shop AU is a big one in this fandom but I’ve never given it a shot, so here we go. :)

“Great, the Rich Bitch of the West is back,” Alya muttered. “I think it’s time for my break.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Nino sighed, switching their positions at the cash register. 

Chloe Bourgeois reached the counter and waved a hand in disgust. “I don’t want you to make my drink.”

“Alya just went on break. What can I get you?”

“I didn’t want her either,” Chloe huffed. “Where’s the other one?”

“Other one?”

“The ginger one who stutters. He’s the only one who can make a decent café crème and that’s what I want,” she demanded.

“He’s not here right now,” Nino said unhappily. “What can I get you?”

“When does he work?”

“I don’t know if he would want me giving you that information.”

Chloe glared at him. “Do you have any idea who my father is?”

Nino raised an eyebrow. “No. Do you have any idea who my father is?”

She growled and spun on her heels. “Move,” she demanded, knocking a dark-haired girl out of the way as she stalked out the door.


“Finally. You should work more. It’s obnoxious when you aren’t here.”

Nathaniel blinked up from the cash register. “I’m…sorry?”

Chloe lifted her chin. “You can make it up to me by fixing a café crème. You know how I like it.”

“Nath is about to go on break,” Alya interrupted, reaching his side. “I’ll make it for you.”

“I don’t mind,” he said quietly, moving towards the espresso machine.

Chloe gave Alya a smug smile as she handed over her card. She cut her eyes to Nathaniel, watching him swirl the milk. Alya cleared her throat, and Chloe jumped, glaring.

“We’ll call your name when it’s ready,” Alya said in a sickeningly sweet tone.



She jumped up and immediately regretted her quick reaction, seeing the female barista smirk out of the corner of her eye. Chloe composed herself and sauntered over to the counter. Nathaniel looked at her through a curtain of red hair. She felt her cheeks warm when their eyes met so she quickly looked down at the offered cup.

“You…you said you liked bees…uh, the last time you were here.”

A cute bumblebee design floated in the foam, a little heart over its body.

“You remembered that?”

Nathaniel nodded. “Do you…is there anything else I can get you?”

“When’s the next time you work?”

“Um, I’m here tomorrow,” he answered shyly.

Chloe lifted her cup and turned back towards her table. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Red.”

Piece of cake to bake

μ’s takes out Nico to celebrate for her birthday. Unfortunately, Maki couldn’t make it, but she had her own good reasons. NicoMaki.

Word count: 1581

A/N: This is a collab with @myonmukyuu!!! sfuibfuiweb I was so excited when she asked me if I wanted to do something with her but don’t tell her that mkay??? thanks

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Requested By: Anonymous

could u do an archie x reader where the reader holds and comforts archie at the hospital after fred gets shot? and the reader finally gets archie to fall asleep in her lap and she realizes how much she loves him? haha

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description:The day had been going great, everyone was finally sane again since the murder of Jason Blossom was solved. You and your friends could finally go back to a normal high school life. Until you got that phone call from Archie that changed everything. Riverdale will never let there not be a mystery to solve in the small town. The phone call was quick, mentioning his dad was shot, needed help, and to hurry. You were already out the door.

Warnings: Nothing really.

Word Count: 1,474

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I went into a funk and felt unmotivated, but I think this brought me back into writing. I hope you enjoy it! :)

I came up with this title based on the song Goosebumps by Travis Scott, so if you want to listen to it while reading, you can!

I do have a question however, what do you think will happen to Mr. Andrews in season two? Do you think he’s going to live or not?

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Today had been a crazy day, literally since the moment you had woken up that morning.

The murder of Jason Blossom had been the main priority of every second, no matter where you went, it somehow connected to Jason.

But today, today was different.

You and your friends had found evidence, and what you saw was something you wish you could of unseen.

Jason was tied to a chair, looking as if he’d been beaten by a serpent.

The worst part though?

That was when his own father came out of nowhere, looking at Jason in disgust.

You remember watching intently, the room dead silent, unable to move or speak.

And then it happened, his own father killed his son.

You felt tears fall down your cheeks, everyone frozen in fear and shock.

You wiped your cheeks, everyone sniffling, wiping their cheeks too.

You didn’t know what to think, or to say, everyone was still stunned, except Betty.

She slowly stood up, bringing the phone to hear ear, everyone watching her in concern.

“Betty what are you doing?” Jughead questioned carefully, but Betty just ignored him.

“You need to get out of that house. Now.” She spoke carefully, before explaining what actually happened to Jason, and who killed him.

Later that day the evidence was given to the police, giving the proof everyone needed of Jason’s murder.

What nobody expected however was for his father to commit suicide to get out of what he had done.

The town of Riverdale kept creating more mysteries than answers, and it drove you all crazy.

But for that small short moment you all were happy, finally normal teenagers having fun together and not worrying about anything else.

You all hung out at Pop’s that night, having milkshakes and just having fun.

You all felt like normal teenagers.

Until later that night.

You were at home, about to go to sleep when your phone rang.

“Y/N! It’s my dad.. Shot.. Help.. Hurry.. Pop’s..” Then the line went dead.

You were already out the door, the cold air giving you goosebumps, you didn’t have time to grab a jacket, you just needed to get to Pop’s.

When you got there you couldn’t believe your own eyes, there on the ground was Fred Andrews, covered in blood and Archie holding his dad close.

You quickly pulled out your phone, calling 911, telling them what had happened.

You rushed over to Archie, letting him and his dad know that an ambulance was on its way.

“Mr. Andrews, you’re going to be okay alright?” You spoke calmly, trying to hide your nerves in your throat.

He just weakly nodded, making you internally cringe, and Archie let out small sobs.

Minutes later the ambulance arrived, taking Fred to the hospital, you and Archie both went with them.

You were scared, scared for Fred, and scared for Archie.

You had never seen him like this before, his face was showing a mixture of emotions.

This was the first time you really took in his features, but you quickly snapped out of it.

The ambulance soon pulled up to the hospital, quickly taking Mr. Andrews to the emergency room.

You walked beside Archie who wanted to go with his dad, but they wouldn’t let him, making Archie angry.

You placed your hands on his arms, making him realize you were there with him still.

He took a deep breath before sitting down in a chair.

You sat down next to him, offering him some water.

You could see he was zoned out, you didn’t know whether you should tap him on the shoulder or not, but decided to anyways.

“Archie, have some water.” You spoke quietly, making him blink a few times before accepting the water.

You wanted to ask how he was doing, but you already knew, just by the way he looked.

But there was something that bothered you, he looked different.

He didn’t have the same Archie look, he had a different atmosphere around him now.

It was darker.

It gave you goosebumps.

“Archie why don’t you try to sleep.” You suggested, which he refused at first, but slowly gave in.

He laid down across the chairs, his head laying gently in your lap.

You smiled softly at him, trying to get him to relax for a bit.

You started running your fingers through his hair, calming him down a bit.

You could see the goosebumps on his arms, making you smile slightly.

It could of been because he was cold, but you wanted to believe that you caused it.

That you caused something good for once in the red haired boys life.

You noticed him shifting a bit, but continued to observe your surrounds in the waiting room.

You felt his hand grab yours, catching your attention instantly.

“Thank you Y/N.. For being here..” He mumbled, looking up at you.

“Of course, I’m always going to be here for you.” You smiled, continuing to play with his hair.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, you always know how to make everything seem so much better, even in horrible situations.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

You didn’t know what to say, you never really thought about that before.

“I don’t like seeing people unhappy.” You simply stated after a while of thinking.

You glanced down at the red haired boy, only to see he had fallen asleep.

You moved the air out of his eyes, and sure enough he was fast asleep.

You sat there for hours as he slept, you took this as your moment to really think.

You realized that Archie eased your mind, he made you feel like everything would be fine, just like he said you made him feel.

In that moment, sitting there in the hospital waiting room, Archie asleep in your lap, it hit you, that you loved the red haired boy.

And that is what created the most goosebumps you’d ever had, you just told yourself you loved your best friend.

A lot can really happen in one day, even the most unexpected things.

Like being in love with your best friend.

Working a 12-hour shift today and drawing sheebie weebie during my second lunch 🍎🐶✨

imagine park woojin as your classmate

project partners to dating partners :’)

(( AS REQUESTED // omg since ure a woojin stan can i get a request where y/n and woojin study in the same course after his wanna one activities (before he debuts in brand new music) and got closer after a project andddd you can write whatever after that LMAO :^) THANK YOU ))

  • okay so ure a fan of wanna one
  • who isnt tbh
  • and lucky u bc it turns out tht ure going to college w the one and only park woojin!!!!!!! (srsly tho what r the chances)
  • u forgot tht woojins age is kinda similar to urs bc he always acts like a tough guy on stage or a little kid off stage and u forget that hes a student like u
  • anyways
  • its a little weird to get used to seeing him in person after all the pictures n videos uve seen of him online
  • like?? hes a Real Person??? what a wild idea
  • and even tho ure both in the same college course, u try to keep ur distance

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  • Chanyeol: I don't know if I can do this
  • Jongin: don't worry, it's easy. You've just gotta sweet talk him. Go, you can do it.
  • Chanyeol: *approaches Baekhyun*
  • Chanyeol: So... have you ever wondered how the moon looks up close?
  • Baekhyun: No, not really.
  • Chanyeol: oh... well, um, I see it every time I look into your eyes.
  • Baekhyun: *cocks brow*
  • Chanyeol: Wait– I-I mean the stars! I see the s-stars when I look into your e-eyes...
  • Chanyeol: *grunts and walks away quickly*
  • Jongin: *facepalms*

Honestly this is just super sweet fluffy moments between Tony and Bucky… Again. @polizwrites I hope you like it! I’m also going to tag @daeshikoba because you’re so kind and tag me in the your child is precious posts! <3

The first time they kiss, Tony thinks he might have imagined it, of course he checks JARVIS’ footage later to prove he wasn’t hallucinating or dreaming and sees that it did in fact happen. They had been in Tony’s workshop and Tony was explaining how useful physics is for engineering, Bucky had been smiling softly at Tony when he made some stupid pun about weight, and Bucky, Bucky just couldn’t help himself. He had leaned in close next to Tony, lifting his hand to cup Tony’s chin gently and softly pressed his lips to Tony’s.

And then it was over.

Bucky had turned to look back at the diagram that Tony had been showing him, missing the way Tony fluttered his eyes open again, staring at Bucky, mouth slightly agape, with a light blush along the top of his cheeks. Tony continued staring for a moment before licking his lips and continuing with his explanations, though he had stumbled over the first few words and was speaking a little more softly than before.


The second time they kissed, Tony was looking for an excuse to do it. Despite the video evidence, he was still unsure as to how real the first one was, but he wanted to do it again. Badly. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Bucky hadn’t mentioned it. He hadn’t done anything differently since the kiss and there was no awkwardness between them.

So Tony was trying to figure out whether to bring it up, or just plant one on him, whilst talking to Bucky about an idea that came to him when Thor left his hammer on some of Tony’s paper work and he wasn’t able to do anything about it until Thor woke from his nap. He was thinking of modifying some weapons to only work for specific people and was wondering out loud to Bucky if it would be worth it or even possible to use complex security systems for something as small as a rifle. In the middle of his distracted rambling he had decided ‘fuck it’ and stood on his tip toes, balancing with a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder and quickly pecked him on the mouth, he then turned abruptly and walked swiftly out of the room before Bucky could even react. Bucky had frowned in confusion as Tony left, wondering why he was leaving when they had been having a pleasant conversation. Bucky had thought the idea had some potential.


When Bucky didn’t make a fuss about Tony kissing him the next time they saw each other, Tony decided that they didn’t need to make a huge deal out of this change in their relationship. Bucky was obviously happy with it from the way he had smiled brightly at Tony as he walked in the room, and Tony gave a tentative smile back, giving Bucky’s shoulder a soft pat as he walked past.

Later, Tony found himself in the kitchen, assisting Bucky. Bucky had asked JARVIS what would be fun and easy to bake when Tony walked by and offered his non-existent knowledge of baking. Mostly he just wanted to spend some time with his – boyfriend? Friend who he happened to have kissed a couple times…? Either way Tony was mixing the icing and ate a spoonful whilst Bucky put the tray in the oven. Bucky had turned back to Tony and gave an amused smirk at the sight of him. “What?” Tony had asked, blinking innocently.

“Nothing,” Bucky had slowly started moving closer, staring at the corner of Tony’s mouth, where there was some blue icing. Smirk growing wider, Bucky had crowded Tony against the counter behind him and taken the bowl of icing to place it beside them. He placed his hands flat on the counter on either side of Tony’s waist and bent down, smiling, to kiss the corner of Tony’s mouth, tongue darting out to swipe up the icing before leaning back slightly to check he had got it all. Pleased with his effort, he grinned and winked then turned to start cleaning up the mess they had left, oblivious to Tony’s heavy breathing and racing pulse, or the way his eyes had darkened and his cheeks had gained a rosy hue. Tony’s small smile and bright eyes did not leave his face that evening.


A few days later, Bucky was having breakfast with Clint, Steve, Natasha and Thor. Bruce opted to take his tea and his plate of waffles to the living room and Thor was trying to convince him that company during breakfast is the best way to start the day. “Understand friends, that social gatherings during any meal at any time of day can be heartening, enjoying the company of friends can afford the most hopeful beginning to a long day, if only for a few moments.”

“Thor, let Bruce eat in the living room, if you’re worried, you can go eat with him,” Steve said covering his waffles in what could be a metric ton of maple syrup. Bucky thought it was a bit excessive but decided not to say anything. Steve could be very particular about food these days and considering what it was like back in the day, everyone figured he deserved to experience the flavours.

“Steven, your suggestion is most appreciated, I will endeavour to keep Bruce company this morning,” Thor replied as he left, and a groan could be heard that did nothing to lessen the brightness of Thor’s grin.

As Bucky stood and stretched, ready to retrieve more bacon, Tony rushed in looking a bit flustered. He was distractedly scrolling through emails on his phone whilst attempting to fix his tie one-handed. “Morning everyone, I’m running a bit late so I won’t be sticking around for breakfast,” he snatched a piece of toast from Bucky’s plate once he pocketed his phone, stopping to give Bucky a kiss which was supposed to be short (it wasn’t), then fled in a way that was not dissimilar to lightning and thunder, there one second in all its chaos, then gone the next. Bucky felt a little breathless from it all.

Steve, Clint and Natasha were all staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the kitchen, meanwhile Bucky had a soft smile gracing his lips, and his eyes were glinting with joy. After a moment the others turned there gaze to Bucky who just casually started munching on his bacon.

“What the fuck?” Clint whispered in confusion. “What. The fuck?” he sat down. Bucky, still munching, looked up questioningly, eyebrow raised.

“Pal, Tony just kissed you…” Steve said cautiously, frowning at Bucky, no doubt wondering why he wasn’t a little freaked out. When Bucky’s eyes met his, he raised his brows, gesturing at where Tony had left. Bucky narrowed his eyes at Steve suspiciously, not sure why Steve was struggling with the fact.

“… Yeah…” twitching his nose, he looked back to his plate.

“How long has that been happening?” Natasha asked calmly, though there was a hint of an amused smile. She thought Tony had looked more relaxed recently, she just hadn’t realised this was the reason.

“Um,” was his response. He moved on to the eggs whilst contemplating. “JARVIS?”

“Sergeant Barnes and Sir have kissed a total of four times now. They have also held hands a number of times.” JARVIS easily provided. Natasha gave an impressed look whilst Steve only looked more confused and slightly disappointed which concerned Bucky, he had hoped that Steve would be happy for him.

“Wait. We only kissed four times?” Bucky stopped eating at the realisation and looked confused. He thinks about the times they had kissed and realised he hadn’t told Tony how he feels, hadn’t even asked him on a date. His eyes widened and he looked to the kitchen door, a little unsure now that he had thought over it. How does Tony feel? Does he even really like Bucky? How come he hadn’t said anything?

Steve cleared his throat, “Buck, how come you didn’t tell me?” He sat and crossed his arms, trying to look a little intimidating to draw Bucky’s attention.

“Tell you what, punk?” Bucky said distractedly, brows furrowed, still worriedly pondering over his and Tony’s relationship.

Steve looked a little uncomfortable, his cheeks turning red. “That you and Tony were stepping out?”

Finally, Bucky looked at Steve for a few moments, trying to figure out what Steve is thinking. Pursing his lips, he said “Honestly? I’m not sure I realised it myself. If we even are…” He frowned at his own confusion, he hoped they were at that level. All of a sudden Steve seemed a little relieved, though he was also beginning to make the face that always got him in to trouble when he was smaller.

“Bucky if you hurt Tony by being all ‘can’t tie me down’,” he finger quoted, rolling his eyes, “I will not hesitate to hurt you physically.” Bucky’s eyes widened in amusement and shock.

“Hang on. Aren’t you supposed to give Tony a shovel talk? I thought I was your best pal?” Bucky arched an eyebrow at Steve.

Grinning, Steve replied with some sarcasm “Sure you are, but so is Tony, and his sad face is heart-breaking,” he rolled his eyes at Bucky, though he was still smiling, “maybe I will speak to him later as well… now answer my question, are you and Tony dating?” Bucky frowned again, considering the situation.

“… Not… yet? I’m not entirely sure. We never actually talked about it.” Bucky hesitated then muttered quietly, “…I would like to.”

“Congratulations!” Thor walked in with Bruce following behind, having overheard some of the conversation, Bruce suggested they join them in the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at Thor.

“Bucky, if you’re unsure where you stand with Tony, it’s best that you ask him.” Bruce suggested kindly, putting his dishes in the sink, “If you just leave it, there could be issues. Tony, despite the rumours, is actually quite sensitive about relationships. If he becomes unsure of the relationship, it’s possible that he will sabotage himself and ultimately, you as well.”

“Are we really just letting this go that quickly? Bucky didn’t realise he had started a relationship with Tony? I mean, that’s gold!” Clint exclaimed, finally getting over his shock.

“Clint if you ruin this, you will find yourself in similar situation to that time we were in Bosnia,” Natasha hissed at Clint, who paled and snapped his mouth shut before saying anything further.

“Uh, anyway, thanks Bruce, I’ll talk to Tony when he gets back.”


Bucky had some time to think about what he was going to say to Tony and yet he still found himself lost for words when Tony finally got back. It was so much simpler when he didn’t realise it was getting serious between them, but how could he not have noticed? He smiled whenever Tony was in the room. When Tony wasn’t in the room, he wondered where he was and whether he would like company. He was besotted with Tony. Head over heels.

So when JARVIS informed Bucky that Tony had gone straight to the workshop when he got back, Bucky headed there as well, not knowing what to say. He entered the code to the workshop and walked in seeing Tony fiddling with a screwdriver whilst talking back and forth with JARVIS. He cleared his throat and Tony looked up smiling when he saw Bucky standing there, which helped Bucky to clear his head.

“Hey tin-man,” Tony greeted and Bucky narrowed his eyes, brow furrowed.

“Wouldn’t you be the tin-man?”

Tony rolled his eyes at Bucky, “Whatever, cyborg,” he said with an amused smile and a mischievous glint in his eye, to which Bucky grinned. “Anyway, I was wondering when Sam would be dropping by next, I know he can’t stay away and I wanted to see if he had any input on increasing the flexibility on his wings? I mean he is the one who flies with them so he should let me know if he has concerns or suggestions on anything…”

Whilst Tony was rambling, Bucky made his way over to him and as he sat down, he carefully took Tony’s hand that wasn’t fiddling with the screwdriver and intertwined their fingers. He hadn’t intended for Tony to stop what he was doing and saying, but Tony did anyway, turning to face him with his left brow lifted in question. So instead of saying anything, Bucky just pulled him forward, lifting his free hand to Tony’s cheek and tilting his own chin up so he could meet Tony’s lips, brushing them together softly before it became firmer. He slid his tongue out and across the seam of Tony’s lips, encouraging them to open and Tony made a noise that sounded surprised but happy.

Bucky suddenly remembered why he came down to see Tony and pulled back, only for Tony to push forward to press another couple of short kisses to Bucky’s lips to his amusement. Tony sighed and leant his forehead against Bucky’s, breathing a little more heavily. “So, what was that about?” He asked, eyes still lightly closed.

“You’re awesome.” Bucky blurted out, and Tony’s lips quirked up in delight, then Bucky cleared his throat, blushing faintly, “I mean, uh,” he swallowed, “no wait, I stand by what I said. You are awesome,” he said, Tony chuckled and his eyes opened, glinting, “but I did come down here to talk to you.”

Tony leaned away and his brows furrowed in concern, though he tried to hide it by keeping up his smile which grew weaker till he gave up and sighed, “Oh.”

“Hey, it’s nothing bad, I promise sweetheart,” Bucky added, motioning for Tony to sit on the stool behind him and still holding his hand giving it a squeeze, relieved when Tony squeezed back.

“Alright…” Tony hesitated, “what is it?”

“It’s… kind of embarrassing,” Bucky was blushing again, “I just… didn’t realise things had changed between us.”

Tony squinted in confusion, mouth slightly open, “… I’m not following.”

“Uh, well, we started kissing-“

“You didn’t notice we were kissing?!” Tony tilted his head, staring incredulously with his mouth gaping.

Bucky slapped his hand over Tony’s mouth grinning. “No, I noticed we were kissing, how could I not? They’re pretty fantastic,” he could feel Tony grin and kiss his palm gently, “but I didn’t realise that we were doing anything differently, I guess…” He tried to figure out how to word it, frowning in concentration, “I guess it just felt so natural, that I didn’t realise that the kissing had changed our relationship. It kind of felt like something we always should have been doing,” Tony’s eyes were soft and shining brightly and Bucky lowered his hand so he could see his smile, “I’m just so comfortable with you,” he took a breath, “and I was wondering, if you have time, would you like to go to dinner with me?”

He really wasn’t expecting Tony to start laughing hysterically, so his smile turned into a pouty scowl. When Tony saw the face he was making, still giggling, he leaned forward and kissed him to soothe any hurt, “Sorry honey, it’s just, be honest? You didn’t realise we were kissing,” he chuckled again, grin wide and Bucky continued scowling, hiding his growing amusement and relief.

“You’re never gonna let this go are you?”

“Not a chance!” He kissed him again, “But yes I would love to go to dinner with you.” He said grinning, eyes twinkling with mirth, “I’m free tonight.”

Bucky smiled wide and reached forward to wrap his arms around Tony, laughing when he almost tripped out of the chair. “Perfect. I can’t wait.”

Harbor In the Tempest (3/5)

After an attack by the Lost Boys, Emma and Killian find themselves in an impossible situation. Canon divergence from 3x07.

A/N: This chapter is the reason I wanted to write this fic in the first place. Please don’t kill me. Endless gratitude to @caprelloidea for letting me yell at you about this.

Rating: T

Word Count: 4272

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The sun slowly crawls across the sky, passing its zenith and giving way to soft late-afternoon light. Neither Killian nor Emma really know what to do with themselves, and they fall into an odd type of silence the likes of which he’s never felt before. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, not even sitting as closely as they are, not even with the full weight of what’s happening to her hanging between them. It’s not uncomfortable but defeated, like waiting for a ship to slowly sink on the open sea.   

Every time he’s lost someone it’s happened quickly, going far beyond just Liam and Milah. Crewmen lost in battle or knocked overboard in violent tempests, first mates taken down by a knife fight in a tavern, a father gone without warning in the middle of the night. Death and loss are abrupt, sudden things for him, a simple flick of a wrist and a severed hand.

This is new. He knows what’s happening as well as she, both of them helpless to do any more than listen to the cliff up above, hoping for the sound of her parents or Regina coming through the woods overhead and frightened that it will never come. That’s new for him too, the fear crawling up his spine, an emotion that hasn’t seized him so completely in centuries.

For awhile he contemplates taking her hand again, lacing his fingers with hers to keep them warm, give her something to hang onto. He eventually decides against it. She’d accepted his touch earlier, even seemed to welcome it when he placed his hand to her forehead. But a sort of grim acceptance seems to have come over her ever since Pan’s visit, and he’s reluctant to try and talk much - he knows the topic of conversation would likely drift into unpleasantness soon enough.

He doesn’t know how to be there for her, but he aches to try.

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likeohmygodseriously  asked:

can someone write about Kara knowing way. too. much. because of her super hearing? My headcanon is that she knows so many secrets accidentally, and maybe it gets her in trouble one day because she's scanning the city and hears a loud "ALEX!" and she tunes in quickly but it's just maggie screaming Alex's name while they doin the do and then Kara can't unhear it fast enough & every DEO agent is asking her why she's blushing and she just shakes her head and covers her ears with her eyes shut tight

It was her own fault, really. 

Her super hearing had been getting her into trouble from the moment she crash landed on earth.

She had accidentally ruined countless surprise parties. She stopped going to church a very long time ago (there’s a very good reason confessionals are private and she knew more about old Mrs. Patterson than any fifteen year old ever should). 

But ever since The Alex Incident, as her and Maggie had so lovingly dubbed it, Kara had been constantly keeping her ears to the ground. And the sky. And everywhere in between. J’onn had been teaching her meditation techniques, so she could calm her body down and focus her energies.

She was a model student, too. She had gotten the hang of it quickly, and found that she could hear Alex’s voice from miles away. If she focused extra hard, she could hear Alex’s heartbeat. 

That Thursday morning, it wasn’t even Alex’s voice she heard. It was Maggie’s.

But she sounded distressed, and she was calling Alex’s name out over and over again. Kara stilled for a moment, listening to the plea in Maggie’s voice.

“Everything okay?” Winn asked, looking at his friend with concern.

Kara took a deep breath and closed her eyes, straining to find Alex’s heartbeat. It was beating faster than normal, too fast, as though she were in danger, like she were being threatened. Like she was in trouble and Maggie was standing by helplessly, watching it all happen.

Without another word, Kara was in her Supergirl and flying through the skies, speeding towards Alex’s apartment. 

She burst through the window, broken glass scattering across the kitchen floor.

“Alex!” Maggie yelled.

“Alex??” Kara yelled, horrified.

“Kara?!” Alex screamed in surprise.

Kara?????” Maggie replied, looking down at Alex incredulously.

“MAGGIE.” Kara yelped, her hands now covering her eyes.

“Get out of here!” Maggie and Alex shouted at the same time, and Kara didn’t need to be told twice. She leaped from the window without a second glance, arriving back at the DEO bright red and flustered. As Winn saw the look on her face, he burst into laughter, knowing exactly what she’d walked into. Everyone at the DEO knew that Alex’s Thursday morning knife practice was actually Forking with Maggie. Everyone except Kara, apparently.

“Shut up,” Kara grumbled. “If you need me, I’ll be bleaching my brain in the Kryptonite room.”

the secret. (jungkook) part 1

TITLE: the secret | 01

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: college, romance, smutish, angst

WORDS: 1843

WARNINGS: drinking, cussing, smut

SUMMARY: riddled with international fame, Jeon Jungkook befriends an American college exchange student. she only later finds out that he is an international idol.

part: 01 | 02 | 03 

a/n: let me know how this is! i’m gonna make a college series about all the guys in the future! this is definitely gonna have at least 5 parts to let me know how you like it/if you want more/ who you want next/ etc!! 

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 Day 1 

It was raining, again. It never seemed to stop. You lightly fiddled with your pen cap as you stared to out of the window directly adjacent to your desk. You could just catch the end of your professor’s sentence as your gaze came back into focus on the front of the room. You wondered how long you had zoned out as the entire blackboard, once bare, was now covered with a plethora of numerical values. Unbeknownst to you, you had been lost in your thoughts, completely missing the entirety of the lecture. However, math had always come easy to you, you weren’t worried. You would just snap a picture of a classmates notes and you would be fine.

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I care.

Professor Snape x Student!reader
Warnings: none, purely platonic.

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Having meetings with the Dark Lord and Death Eaters to attend to, classes to teach, and papers to grade, he barely had time left to sleep or eat, and Professor Snape was even more irritated and on guard than usual. His health had definitely not been his first priority, causing his skin to be even paler and the circles under his eyes to be darker. However, no one seemed to notice any of this. There was one person though, who did.

It was late in the evening, just before curfew, and Severus was still sitting in his office, grading papers. He was really exhausted and felt like he could fall asleep any second, when suddenly he heard a knock on his door. His head snapped up, and with narrowed eyes, he mumbled: ‘Enter..’
The door slowly opened, and y/n l/n, one of his students, entered, and closing the door behind her. ‘Miss l/n..?’ Professor Snape drawled. 'Might I ask what brings you here at this hour?’ Usually he would have been more annoyed and sent the student away, but y/n was one of the few of his students he could actually tolerate.
Y/n’s expression was also really serious so he told her to sit down in one of the chairs across is desk, and tell him what was going on. 'Well,’ she started, looking straight into Professor Snape’s black eyes. 'It’s actually.. I’m worried about you, professor.’ He frowned his eyebrows and looked at his student in disbelief. 'L/n, what are you talkin-’ he started, only to be interrupted by y/n. 'Listen, I know you’re not only a professor here at Hogwarts, and I can see it’s taking its toll on you.’ She did actually not really know for sure, but what she did know, was that her favourite professor was slowly starting to look more and more unhealthy. That’s why she had just said what she had suspected, and judging by the shocked expression on Snape’s face, she was right. He quickly composed himself though, and stood up. 'Miss l/n, I think it’s time for you to leave.’ he spoke with a strict voice. 'No. I know about the-’ she started, but this time it was him who interrupted her. 'You know absolutely nothing, you dunderhead! Now leave! Go live your carefree, happy life, and stop sticking your nose in other people’s business!’ exclaimed angrily, slamming a hand down onto his desk. 'No!’ Y/n yelled, also standing up, leaving only the desk in between them. 'I’m not going to leave! You’re not okay, even though you pretend you are, and I can see that! You’re not showing up at meals anymore, and judging by the circles under your eyes, you haven’t been sleeping either! I’m worried, and I care about you, Professor!!’
Severus snarled and looked at her with eyes full of what seemed to be rage. 'I’m your professor, l/n!! I should be the one looking out for students, not the other way around! Leave!’ He exclaimed. Any other student would probably either have ran or cried by now, but y/n was a strong, determined girl who was not at all scared of Professor Snape, and certainly wouldn’t back out. 'No.’ she said decisively. She sat down again, crossing her arms, determinedly glaring up at her professor, clearly indicating she wasn’t going to abandon him. Severus’ expression softened a bit and he sighed in defeat, also sitting down. 'You’re unbelievable, honestly.’ He mumbled, still kind of agitated. 'I know.’ Y/n spoke, she opened her bag and started rummaging in it, taking out a package. She set it down on the desk. 'You weren’t at dinner, so I brought you some food. Please eat.’ For once, the ever so feared professor didn’t know what to say. He could only stare at her in disbelief. It was a new experience for him, having someone care about him. 'And please get some sleep, okay?’ She softly smiled at him and stood up. 'Those papers can wait till tomorrow.’ She walked over to the door, and his gaze followed her. 'I care, professor. I care about you.’ She quietly said, looking at him from across the classroom. 'It’s Severus.’ He replied. Y/n turned around and opened the door. 'Well then, goodnight, Severus.’ she smiled, and walked out closing the door behind her.

And it had really helped him, seeing that someone actually cared. He tried to take better care of himself because of it. Even after that one time Y/n had regularly shown up when he was alone, working, and then she’d make tea and they’d talk about interesting things.

His lonely soul had finally found something called friendship again.

anonymous asked:

i re-watched CA"TWS and have some serious Steve/Nat feels, what about something where that experience make them realize their feelings for each other?

Shared life experience.  Natasha thought a lot about that phrase as the road and the silence stretched out in front of them.  

Love is for children.  She thought a lot about that one, too.  She knew Steve’d heard it on the helicarrier through the security feed.  

And now they’d gone their separate ways (for the time being): he to find Bucky, and she to reinvent herself.  And maybe rediscover, too, after everything that’d happened.  

He’d been an experiment.  Had spent his whole life fighting for something that was his.  Had had to find himself again when everything fell away from underneath him.  

Steve had trusted her where Fury had not.  


Steve lay awake staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling of another cheap hotel.  They were no closer to finding Bucky and he was wondering if it wasn’t worth going back to New York.  Bucky would find Steve when he was ready to be found.   

And Natasha was in New York.  Or at least, was checking in occasionally.  He’d been thinking about her more than he wanted to admit.  Who do you want me to be? She’d asked.  A friend, he’d told her.  

He didn’t want that, not really.  Not anymore.  She may have felt untrustworthy; she seemed it enough at Sam’s, when they’d made it out of the bunker alive.  He’d seen how she’d taken interest in the middle distance, when Fury’d told them he wasn’t sure who to trust.  But Steve trusted her.  She was running from a past she couldn’t ever quite escape and finding it there behind her at every turn was exhausting, he could tell.  

Frustrated, Steve sat up and made his way out of bed and then out of the room without disturbing Sam.  He’d never get to sleep lying awake thinking about what’d already happened and things that might never happen.  He needed a distraction and he headed outside.  

He didn’t make it more than two blocks before he was texting her.

One of these days I’m going to visit someplace new without an agenda.

Her response came not two minutes later, his phone ringing and the screen lighting up with her photo (one from the last Halloween party where she’d dressed up as a fluffy sheep with fake wolf’s teeth and making a face, nose scrunched up and chin pulled in towards her chest, eyes crossed).  


“Where’re you thinking?”

“I dunno.  Just. Someplace that won’t remind me of work later.”

She hummed, and his phone buzzed with a text from her, linking him to a page about Croatia.  

“Ever been?”  

“No.  Do you like it?”

He could hear the smile in her voice.  “I’ve never been, either.  I could be convinced, though.”

Steve huffed out a laugh and then steeled himself.  He wasn’t interested in more fitful sleep.  “Come with me.”

“Tony’ll talk.”  She teased (but weakly, to Steve’s sleep-deprived brain.)

“Good.  Come with me, Natasha.”

There were several moments of silence on her end of the line before she spoke again.  “Is that double entendre, Steve?”  He could hear the wicked edge to her tone.   

“You asked me once who I wanted you to be.  I meant what I said but-“

“-Shared life experience.  Yes.  I’ll come with you.  We can practice your kissing.”

Steve laughed and gripped his phone the slightest bit tighter.  “When’re you in New York next?”

“I can arrange to be there anytime I need to be.”  She was smiling, he could hear it.  Steve felt lighter, calmer, excited.

“Two weeks from tomorrow?”

“Sounds like a date to me, Steve.” 


They said their goodnights and Steve didn’t quite remember walking back to the room, but he did remember how quickly he fell asleep.  And in the morning, how much he was looking forward to being back in New York.