it's so cute how she nods and waits to hug him

Heartache

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

Summary: A look at the reader through Dean’s eyes, focusing mostly on Dean’s emotions throughout the day and how he reacts to even the simplest of words. This is the raw and vulnerable side of Dean. 

A/N: I haven’t written something like this, I think ever before. It’s heavily focused on Dean (especially since it’s his POV). Even so, the reader is a huge part of it, but once again, through Dean’s perspective on the matter. Hopefully, you love it. I spent a long time on it, trying to really get into Dean’s head. It’s not the light side of Dean, not many jokes or wise cracks – it’s him in his raw emotional state. Also, this would not be possible with @thefangirllifeismine who not only corrected all of my shitty grammar, but stayed an inspiration throughout. Please, send in your feedback. It’s extremely important to me, I’d love to hear what you thought about this, especially since it’s definitely different from what I usually post.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

– – – – 

DEAN’S POV: 

Her lips were moving, but my eyes were stuck on her hair. It was wet, and dripping a river down her shirt. I don’t think a towel ever touched her head.

“Dean?” Her voice was warm, inviting. It always was. She was never harsh with her words. Sam constantly tried to poke at her, just to see what her voice would sound like if she raised it.

“Yeah?” I met my eyes with hers, catching her gaze.

I felt my brother’s eyes on me as well; his brow was raised and a smirk played on his face.

“We were asking if you wanted to go to the bar tonight.” Sam filled me in.

A laugh came up from my throat as I raised the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I’m fine right here.”

Y/N smiled and looked at Sam, “You’re still in, right?”

He nodded and got up from his chair. “I’ll go shower.”

I tipped my glass in response, and took another swig from it.

“Have you been out in the sun?” Y/N asked, suddenly.

I furrowed my brows, “I was working on Baby earlier, why?” Then, proceeded to lift up my shirt and smell it. “Do I smell that bad?”

“No,” She let out a light laugh, “Your freckles are darker.”

“My- my freckles?”

She leaned forward in her seat, her nose a mere foot from mine, “Freckles get darker in the sun.”

“Huh.” I muttered and took another sip of my drink.

“It’s cute, Dean.” She said and the whiskey managed to go down even slower. My lip twitched upwards.

Without waiting for me to respond, she gathered her hair to the side and wiped her now wet hands off on her jeans before jumping out from her seat.

“I’ll go change for the bar. Invite’s still open.” She smiled, turning on her heel.

I watched her leave, shamelessly.

The first time Sam and I met her, it was an accident. Neither of us knew we had been working the same case, so when I approached who I thought was the legitimate FBI agent on the case, Y/N’s face beamed back at me instead. After a few back and forth questions, the three of us discovered none of us were agents, and went to grab drinks instead. It was supposed to be a one time deal.

But, one night turned into two. Eventually, three. In no time, I was helping her bring boxes into the bunker from the trunk of her run down car.

“We can’t let anything happen to her, you know that right?” Sam said to me the night she moved in. The shower water was running loudly, and in that noise, we had a discussion.

“I know.” I replied to my little brother. Worry etched itself into every wrinkle on his face, just like it did on our mother’s. He would never know just how much he looked like her.

“That means relationships, too.” Sam narrowed his eyes at me.

I looked away, forgetting how easily he was able to read me.

He continued speaking, “Everyone we get too close to…”

Sam never did finish his sentence. The shower water shut off abruptly and out bounced Y/N. Her face was flushed and her hair dripped down her bare shoulders.

My thoughts were interrupted as Sam strided into the room.

“You sure you’re not coming?” He asked, cuffing up the sleeves to his shirt.

It was tempting. I knew the bar had better whiskey than the shit that was currently burning its way down my throat. Better yet, the bar had Y/N. Whenever she entered a bar, I could see everyone’s attention land on her. Her warmth radiated through her big eyes and genuine smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

“Nope,” I shrugged, “Not tonight.”

He nodded his head and walked towards the door, waiting for Y/N to meet him there.

“See you.” Sam shouted, his voice echoed down the hall.

Moments later, Y/N came out from her room. A short navy dress was hugging her skin, but what stole my attention was the jacket draped across her shoulders.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, pulling my black jacket around her.

“Looks better on you, anyways.” I said. It was the truth.

“Thanks, Dean.” She smiled at me before opening her small purse, reviewing whatever items lay inside of it. “See you later.”

With that, she was gone.

It may have been another hour before I got up, but when I finally did it was solely because I needed to go to the bathroom.

I stopped at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but this time it was different. Usually, I don’t look in the mirror.

Not when I wake up.

Not before I go to sleep.

If I do, I hate it. Plain as that. I never did like the man staring back, and I don’t know if I ever fully will. What changed though was that this time, someone liked what they saw on me.

My fingers reached up to my cheeks, running along the freckles on my skin.

Y/N liked them.

She honest to god, found something of mine that she liked. So, I did too. Immediately, I loved my freckles. I loved that my cheeks and nose were dusted with them, and that the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on, had found beauty in me, as well.

– – – –

It couldn’t have been earlier than two o’clock in the morning, when I heard familiar footsteps stumble down the bunker’s staircase. I kicked the sheets off of myself and went to see the state they were both in.

“Come on.” Sam mumbled, trying to hold Y/N up, but he was hardly walking himself. “Dean!” Sam shouted, his drunk self wearing a huge smile.

“Oh, it’s Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out from her lips. She gripped the edge of the staircase with both hands, leaning forward as she spoke.

I crossed my arms and raised my brows, watching the two of them stumble through the bunker like baby deer.

“Here-” Sam tossed me a pair of car keys, “We called a cab, the car is still in the bar parking lot.” The keys hit the floor with a loud jingle, his aim completely skewed from the liquor.

Y/N rounded the edge of the table and began to fall towards me.

“Woah, there.” I grabbed her by her arms and steadied her.

“Thanks.” She laughed once more, at nothing in particular.

Behind me, Sam had already found his way to his room. Eventually, I’d have to check on him. For now, I gripped Y/N’s shoulder and guided her to her own bedroom.

“Oh- I forgot!” She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Remind me in the morning.”

I looked at her, waiting for her to explain. When she didn’t, I asked her what she was talking about.

“I have-” she stuck her hand in the pocket of my jacket that she was wearing and pulled out a napkin. A number was scribbled onto it. “His name is Matt. I have a date with him tomorrow night. Remind me, ok?”

I took the napkin from her, fighting the urge to rip it to shreds.

“Okay.” I stated, turning on the lights as she walked over to her bed.

“Promise me.” She kicked off her shoes sloppily. “He’s so nice-” I could tell she was beginning to ramble. Once she’s had enough to drink, she tends to.

“I bet he is.” I cut her off, helping her unzip her dress.

“And Dean-”

“Yeah?”

“He just has the most gorgeous freckles!”

In that moment, I worried that she could actually hear my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed thickly, and within seconds, she continued on her drunken ramble.

“Goodnight.” I stated, simply from habit.

“Night, Dean!” She dropped onto her bed.

I should have gone back to bed. I should have crawled under the covers and shut my eyes. My feet had other plans, though. Step after step, I was trudged through the halls and into the library where my hand found a bottle of brown and an old glass.

Sam’s words spun through my head. She had to be protected. I thought back to everyone I had ever gotten close to; Charlie, Jo, and Bela were long dead. Just like every other fucking hunter that I had ever met and let into my life.

Sam tried to show me the positives. He brings up names like Jody and Cas – but who knows what will happen to them too?

I took another shot.

Eventually, it got dark.

– – – –

“Hey, sleepy.” Y/N’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Wake up.”

I opened my eyes and everything was sideways. Fuck.

“You fell asleep here, again.” Her soft voice explained my current situation. It was embarrassing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the scene before me. A mostly empty bottle, a half drunk glass, and what I think was a little bit of drool, lay on the table.

“What time is it?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and brushing past her. She smelled like her shampoo. Always vanilla.

She turned her wrist towards me. Nearly noon, her watch read.

“Thanks.” I muttered and began walking towards the kitchen.

“I should be thanking you.” Her voice called from behind me. Then, her footsteps began to draw nearer. “I couldn’t have been easy to take care of last night. Sam and I, we kind of let loose.”

I grabbed the coffee pot and turned it on. The sound of boiling water dripping down filled the silence.

“No, it was fine.” I replied, then remembered what she asked of me last night. “Except-” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a crumpled napkin. “Matt.”

Her eyes went wide, “Oh god.” She took the napkin from my hands. Her hair fell before her face as she read the number, and she combed it back with one hand.

“I totally forgot. Shit.” She pulled out her cell phone and checked for any notifications. “I’ll just text him.”

I turned from her, unable to watch her any longer, and grabbed a cup for my coffee.

“Want some?” I asked over my shoulder.

“No, thanks.” She said, just as her phone beeped. “He already answered!” She exclaimed.

I kept my eyes glued to the cup in front of me, not daring to see her face light up as she saw his name and not mine.

“Smells good.” My brother’s voice carried into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a cup as well, waiting until I finished pouring my own before taking the pot.

“Feeling good, Sammy?” I threatened a laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been this hungover in ages.” He grabbed a bottle of Advil and returned to the table. “It was worth it though, you should have joined.”

I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.

“Who are you texting?” Sam directed his question at Y/N, who still stood in the middle of the kitchen.

She looked at him and dangled the napkin in the air, “Remember that guy at the bar last night?”

“The really funny one?” He asked.

She nodded fervently, “Yeah, Matt. I got his number and we’re going to grab dinner tonight.”

Sam glanced at me, before returning his gaze to his breakfast.

“He’s a good guy.” Sam said. I think it was more to me, than Y/N.

“I bet.” I mumbled into my drink.

– – – –

Sam decided to watch a movie tonight.

“Batman?” I questioned. He wasn’t one for the superheroes.

He popped it into the disk slot and dropped onto the couch. Looking at his huge frame swallow up the furniture, I remembered being able to hold him in my arms.

“Last time Y/N picked, it’s your turn.” He said while pressing play.

“Good. Wouldn’t want one of your history documentaries to bore me to death, tonight.” I began to laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He muttered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn he had prepared.

An hour into the movie, the bunker door swung open. The loud creak it made reminded me to oil it later.

“Y/N?” I called out her name. The heels she was wearing when she left were no longer on. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floor until she finally reached us.

“How was it?” Sam asked, lowering the volume.

Her lips formed a fine line, “I’m just going to go shower.” She grabbed a fistful of popcorn before disappearing.

I looked at my brother. His brows were raised as he shook his head in confusion.

“I’ll go-” I sat up from the chair, “I’ll go check on her.”

Her door was shut. I raised my fist to knock, but she opened it before I got the chance.

“You walk loudly.” She stated. My lips formed at ‘O’.

“What was that about?” I motioned towards the other room with my thumb.

She shrugged and put her heels away in the closet.

“Sorry about that.” She looked up at me with her big, bold eyes, “I think Matt was a lot nicer when he was drunk.”

I crossed my arms and sat on the edge of her bed. “Huh?”

“Well, we ordered our food and everything was great. I mean finally, a break from hunting.” She explained, and I sighed.

She pulled her bouncy hair out from the pins it was in while she continued, “He was sweet at first, really. But I could tell something changed. Matt wanted more than what I did…”

My arms fell to my sides, “Did you leave?”

“Yeah, but that was only after he asked me four times to go back to his place.” She was on the floor, her legs bent underneath her. She dropped her hands onto the floor from frustration as she spoke.

“What a douchebag.” I stated, no other word was able to form itself. “You don’t deserve that.”

She looked up at me, and a smile formed itself against her cheeks.

“I’m gonna be single forever.” She joked. “I mean, who am I kidding?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

From her spot on the floor, she reached out and gripped my leg with her hand. “Come on, Dean. We’re hunters. Let’s say it did work out with Matt – who’s to say he wouldn’t freak out the second that I brought him down into the bunker or told him that vampires are real!” Her grip tightened as she spoke, “It’s so fucking frustrating sometimes.”

“Dating is the worst.” I agreed with her.

“No.” She ran her hand down my leg and to my ankle, where she removed it.

I furrowed my brows and looked at her, every bit of me confused.

“Then what?”

“Being alone.” Her eyes dropped from mine and my chest suddenly felt heavy. I knew the feeling of being alone, too well. It was heartbreaking, yet familiar at the same time. It was relief, yet yearning.

“You got me.” I blurted out.

She got up from her spot on the floor by my legs, and situated herself on the bed so she sat next to me.

“I know that, Dean. I meant… more.” Y/N’s voice dwindled into a whisper. I turned my head to face her, and in that moment, I couldn’t lie to her.

“Exactly.” I stated, and her eyes first searched my face. They traveled from eye to eye as she thought of what I could possibly mean, until her lips parted.

I didn’t know what to expect. My heart hasn’t raced this fast since for someone else since high school. I either just started the relationship I had been waiting for, or ruined a friendship that was worth more to me than anything else.

I was so focused on her face that I hadn’t realized her hand found mine.

I wanted to keep her hand there, to squeeze it tight. But, Sam’s words found their way back into my head.

“I’m selfish.” I stated simply, standing up from the bed.

“What?”

“I’m being selfish, you deserve better.”

She tilted her head at me, her hair falling with it. “What are you talking about, Dean?”

“Everyone I touch, they-”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N cut me off. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“They leave.”

“You know I’m not going to.” She stood up from the bed and walked up to me, placing her open palms on my chest. “I’m not just somebody.”

“That’s the point!” I exclaimed, voice rising. “You aren’t just somebody! What if something happened to you? I can’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re not my keeper, Dean.”

I laced my fingers around her wrists, holding her palms tightly against my chest. “From the first time you walked through those bunker doors, I wanted no one but you, and you know why I haven’t told you?”

She looked up at me through her lashes.

“I have been torturing myself every day, because I want you safe. I need you safe.”

For a few moments, no one said anything. Y/N just stared up at me with a look I had never seen before.

Then, she stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.

And God, it was everything I thought it would be. She was warm and sweet, like honey. Her hands were squeezing at my waist and I knew right there that I was done for.

My hands traveled up to her neck, grazing every inch of her skin.

“Since the first day?” She teased, speaking slowly against my lips.

I laughed, “Since day one.” I affirmed and she smiled so wide that all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her bubbly cheeks.

“How about we get dinner tonight, sweetheart.” I asked, hoping she was still hungry after the shit dinner she described with Matt.

“I’d love to.” Y/N’s fingers found mine and she led me out of her room.

Sam was still seated on the couch. His hand was glued to the remote and I could hear the channel being changed every other second. When we passed through, my hand still in hers, he raised his brows and stared at me.

“Woah, wait-” He called out behind us.

“We’ll be back soon!” Y/N called over her shoulder.

A smile remained on my face for the rest of the night, never faltering.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst (?)// Sub(ish)!Jungkook/ Art Student!Jungkook

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Parents didn’t always read the orientation material.

There were a few, every year.  They insisted on helping the new students move into the dorms.  They sent boxes from home, full of cookies or brownies or favorite munchies.  They called frequently (it wasn’t safe.  Letters were safer, e-mail was safer, even texts were safer, but calls not so much.)  They begged for pictures, for visits, and sometimes they accidentally-on-purpose “just happened to be in the area”.

The staff tried to deal with parents.  Oh how they tried.  Usually it worked.  The Gentry almost never kept parents.

But some… some parents never left.

She had taken piano lessons when she was younger.  Her parents approved:  that was a womanly decorative thing to do.  She had never played sports, because that wasn’t a womanly decorative thing.  She wore dresses.  She took ballet, she sang, she painted. Her parents told her every day in every way who they thought she should be, and she tried, she really did.

She was tired of not being good enough.  

She applied to Elsewhere, and got a full music scholarship, and carefully out of sight in the shower she sobbed with relief and fear.  Her parents loved her, they really did, they told her so.  The disappointment at her, the silent treatment, the confinement and not being allowed out with her friends… well, they were just trying to protect her, right?  They didn’t know the bubble wrap they tried to put around her was smothering her.  

She read the orientation paperwork, every single scrap.  She wanted to do everything right, because the thought of doing it wrong terrified her.  Even the strange stuff, maybe especially the strange stuff, because everything in life was a test, another opportunity to disappoint.

“As an environmentally-conscious measure, Elsewhere University’s campus is not set up to allow automobile traffic.  For those students who need transportation help, there are staff with golf carts available, as well as a series of campus shuttles that make regular stops.  Bicycles are available for rent by the hour, the week, or the semester.  Skateboards and skates are permitted but proper safety gear must be worn.”

Father was angry when campus security wouldn’t let him drive straight to her dorm.  She trembled.  Always, when Father was angry, somehow either she or Mother paid.  He fumed while waiting for a golf cart, he clenched his jaw when the staff member driving the golf cart refused to simply step aside and hand over the keys, he was elaborately careful when helping load her things after being refused a campus map.

Her dorm was a solid brick building, a pleasant generic institutional place.  Father insisted on carrying her things up to her room, on the second floor.  "So I know where my little girl will be,“ he said. His anger cooled a little with the exertion, down to its usual simmer.

It only took a few trips to get all of her things upstairs.  Father insisted on a hug, just on the edge of being painful as his hugs always were.  She endured it, because trying to get away always earned a lecture.  "I love you so much, you’ll always be my little girl, you are a disappointment because you don’t love me as much as I love you, but I will forgive you because I am better than you.”

“Elsewhere University wishes to be the beginning of a new life for every student.  We ask that students choose a nickname, in order to facilitate this feeling of a new beginning.  Common nickname categories are an interest, a favorite song or work of art, an aspiration, or a personal quality.  It is our firm belief, demonstrated by decades of successful graduates, that this practice allows students the freedom to really expand their horizons and demonstrate both their personalities and their capabilities both actual and potential.  In support of this practice, we ask that legal names not be used on campus except with the Student Services or Records and Enrollment offices.”

The driver helped as Father made one last check to be sure nothing had been left.  He reminded her to call twice a week.  He hugged her again, ignoring the gasp she made as he let go.  "Remember to call your Mother, Susan.  You’ll always be her little girl, and you know how she worries.“

“I will, Father.”

The driver watched, waiting patiently while Father said his good-byes, then cleared his throat.  "Sir, if you want to attend the parent orientation, we need to be going.“  

"Yes, I’d planned on attending.  I need to know everything, to help keep my Susan safe.”  Father climbed aboard, and the driver waved as they left.  For an instant his hand seemed to have too many fingers.

She felt eyes on her as they drove away.

She climbed the stairs back to her room, looking forward to taking her shoes off and unpacking.  The door, locked when she left it, was still locked, but now there was a pile of stuff underneath the open window.  

“Hey!  Sorry I wasn’t here when you were bringing stuff up, he looked a bit intense, oh hey are you ok?”  The girl on the tree branch outside the window climbed in and sat on the windowsill.

She nodded.  She locked the door behind her, then sat on one of the beds.

“I’m Magpie, second year, one of the stage monkeys for the theater.  You wanna see?  No obligation.”

“Yeah, I… I paint, a little.”

“You do?  Cool!  Hey, but if you want to go see, that outfit’s cute and all but it’ll get ruined pretty quick.”

“I’ve got some grubbies, let me unpack.”

Magpie grinned and pushed her hair behind one ear.  "Your dad isn’t one of those types who thinks he’ll be visiting every weekend, is he?  'Cause I can’t hide all the time.“

"I think he was heading to the parent orientation.”

Magpie blinked.  "Oh… kay.“

"What, okay?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.  They go by Melanotis. They’ll tell you about the parent orientation.  Are you sure you’re ok?”  Magpie pushed her hair back again. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Why do you keep asking?”

“There is no parent orientation.  Here, take this.  No obligation.”  Magpie took a ring off of her index finger and handed it to her.  It was a puzzle ring made of iron and pyrite, and it fit her index finger as if it had been made for her.

“Thanks, but why?”

“My dad was like that, too.  What do you want to be called?”

The choice, the possibility of choice, was dizzying.  Something to hang onto… a favorite song.  "Call me Sussudio,“ she said, and smiled.

[x]

I'm Sorry Part 3.5

Warning: lots of violence, attempted murder, attempted suicide, and much much more blood and gore.

It’s rare for me to start the A/Ns with a warning but… The whole chapter is basically just that….. Sorry….

In the middle part, the POV changes back and forth to different places. Sorry if it will be confusing.

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Fresh paced around the hallways as he waits for the doctor to come out of the room. He found Fika in a very narrow alleyway, already dying. He really hopes that Fika will be safe.

“Fresh, calm down.” Paperjam hugged fresh from behind. Fresh just nodded and sighed.

A few minutes later, familiar voices called out to them.

“Fresh!” Fresh looked at the direction of the voice and saw Xahji. She has a worried look on her face, tears threatening to fall.

“X-xahji….” Fresh looked behind Xahji and noticed the worried Idle and Siren. Colonna is there as well. But for some reason….. She looks like she is faking it…. Fresh must be overthinking it.

“Where’s Fika?! Is she alright?” Idle asked worryingly.

“We don’t know yet…… ” Fresh responded.

“Poor Fika…” Colonna said with fake concern.

“Let’s just wait… For now….” Fresh said as they sat.

A few minutes later which felt like hours, the doctor finally came out.

“Doctor!” Idle rushed to the doctor and grabbed her coat.

“How is she?” Siren questioned.

“Her vocal cord is damaged. She won’t be able to apeak from now on. And she had a lot of blood loss. She would need hours or maybe days befor she wakes up. But I can assure you that she will live.” The doctor said as she removed Idle’s hands gently.

“Thank you.” Paper jam said.

“You can enter the room now but be gentle. Call me when needed.” The doc said and left them.

Idle quickly bursted into the room. He rushed to Fika’s side.

“Fika…. I’m sorry you had to suffer for this…..” Idle apologized hoping that he hears her.

“Idle, don’t blame yourself.” Colonna held his shoulders.

“But it IS my fault!” Idle’s tears started to fall.

“No it’s not.” Xahji hugged Idle.

“B-but-” Idle started only to be cut off by a kiss.

“Look, Idle. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. Let’s just make sure that Fika is ok.” Siren said. No one noticed the frown that Colonna was giving though.

“I’ll stay here to watch on Fika. Someone has to guard her, y'know.” Fresh said.

“You sure? You’ll be skipping class.” Colonna confirmed.

“I’ll be fine. One absent won’t hurt.” Fresh assured her.

“Plus, I’ll be with him the whole time.” Paperjam added.

“Ok….” Idle nodded and left the room with Siren, Xahji and Colonna.

“Now….” PaperJam pulled Fresh by the waist. “We finally have time for ourselves~” He kissed Fresh suddenly, earning a slight reaction from him.

“Mmmf~!” Fresh felt PaperJam penetrate his mouth. He pushed PJ away, blushing.

“P-paperJam… We are in a hospital….. This isn’t a place where we should do it now…..” Fresh said, embarrassed. “Plus, Fika might wake up any minute…”

“Freshy…. You’re no fun, today.” PaperJam leaned his head on the crook of Fresh’s neck.

“We just…. Can’t do it here….” Fresh looked away.

“How about tonight~?” PaperJam smirked when he saw Fresh’s blush darken.

“Sure….”

(Me: Meanwhile, with the tailed jerk, clueless idiot, one-eyed monster and the psychopatic yandere~)
(Siren, Idle, Xahji & Colonna: Excuse us?!?!)
(Me: Ok, ok. Meanwhile, with the four friends~)

“I can’t believe this….” Xahji thought outloud.

“Fika was one of the few friends I have….” Idle sighed.

“She did nothing wrong to deserve this.” Siren growled with anger.

“Whoever could have done this?” Colonna asked to nobody in particular.

They all just sighed in unison. They were walkng back to the school since it’d only a 25-minute walk to the hospital.

“Poor Fika…” Idle murmured.

“Hey, guys. Let’s just go back and inform everyone in class.” Colonna said.

They all agreed.

“They have the right to know.” Siren told them.

“I’m gonna tell Goth to tell Palette. The captain and the nurse were close, afterall.” Xahji informed her friends.

“I’ll…. Go tell Cray….and maybe Cil….” Idle looked down at his feet, some of his tears still escaped.

“Idle….” Siren hugged his boyfriend tightly.

“I’ll go tell My bros….. And maybe the teachers, I guess….” Siren looked to the side.

“I’ll… Tell our classmates then.” Colonna kept walking ahead of her friends.

“Let’s just hope that she’ll be fine.” They all nodded until finally, they reached the school.

~time skip brought to you by cliche~

Colonna rushed to the clinic and took the poison. Good thing that she stole Fika’s keys before she stabbed her to half-death.

Her plan has officially started.

“This will work. Fika is in the hospital, Snazzy and Cil have practice, Xahji’s helping Goth in fixing the library, Swifty and Cray are preparing for the next UnderHigh News, Idle is with them… But I can call him here…” Colonna thought to herself.

“Just gotta prepare the suicide letter, the food, the poison and my trusty knife just in case.” Colonna pulled out her knife. Her favorite one to use in killing people. Yes, this wasn’t the first time.

There were multiple cases of dissapearance of students in their school. And it’s all because they either had a crush on Siren or they got too close to him.

“Oh Siren-pai, we will be together soon. I promise…” She hid the knife in her knife pocket under her skirt. That way, it won’t be too obvious.

She poured the poison in the food and decided to call Idle for an invitation for snacks.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” She smiled when she heard Idle.

“Hey, Idle. You busy? I was wondering if we could have a snack together today.” Colonna said innocently.

“Sure! I’ll just have to finish some things here.” Idle smiled.

“Ok! I’m willing to wait.” Waiting isn’t a problem for her, anymore. It’s all calculated. “See you on the roof top.”

“I’ll be there in 20 min i guess.” Idle chuckled and hung up the phone.

After poisoning Idle, she could just throw him off the railings down the dumpster next to the school’s incinerator. She prepared everything beforehand.

By lunch, the delinquents aren’t there, guarding. If she ever had to use her knife, she could still throw the body there and use the door on the west. That place isn’t crowded plus, it was almost time for school to end, anyways.

“Everything is flowing according to plan. And his 20 minutes has started. Its…. 5:25.” Colonna smirked and waited for the clueless Idle to go.

19:53 left.

~~~~

“Ugh….. This is such a pain…..” Xahji complained as she put down a box above the three other boxes.

“Hey, Xahji. Need help?” A voice said.

“Oh. Hey, Dance. I was just about to take these to my clubroom.” Xahji said. “But they are too heavy.”

“I can help you.” Dance suggested.

“Really? It won’t bother you, would it?” Xahji asked.

“Nah. Not a single bit.” Dance smiled as he picked up the two heavier boxes.

“Ok. Thanks.” Xahji said and picked up the other two boxes.

14:41 left.

~~~~

“It’s almost 10 hours…” Fresh sighed as she looked at Fika with worried eyes.

“She’ll be fine.” PaperJam said while playing in his phone.

“You always say that.” Fresh frowned and looked at PaperJam.

“Because it’s the truth.” PaperJam said.

“But she’s been asleep. For 10 hours!” Fresh shouted the last part.

“So? She will wake up soon, Fresh! Justcalm down!” He heard a game over in his phone. “Great. Now, look. I lost.”

“So what?! Fika is much more important!” Fresh shouted before he heard a groan.

He looked at Fika moving. He rushed to her side and held her hand.

“Fika? Fika can you hear me? Paperjam call the doctor!” Fresh stated in panic and relief.

“Got it.” PaperJam pushed the button and alerted the nurses that Fika is awake.

“Fika, you’re safe now. We’re here.” Fresh smiled.

“F…..fresh…?” Fike tried to talk but it hurt. She can’t speak and it hurts when she tries. But she has to warn them.

“I’m here, Fika. You’re safe.” Fresh assured her. “Don’t force yourself to talk.”

“P….lease…. S….save…. I… Idle.” Her voice was hoarse and and broken. “He’s in danger….”

“Why would he be in danger?” Paperjam asked. “Do you remember who did this?”

“C…..colo…..nna….” That was what she said, tears running down her face before the nurses bursted into the room.

Fresh gasped. “Colonna?”

“Sorry, sirs but we have to get you out of this room.” Fresh and PaperJam nodded before rushing to the school.

“We have to save Idle! Colonna could kill him!” Fresh said as they exit the hospital.

“Hop on!” Paperjam threw Fresh a helmet before starting his motorcycle. It’ll be faster than running. You can reach school in 8 minutes.

They rushed to the school’s direction as fast as they can.

12:45 left.

~~~~

Idle wrote down the last details of his story and closed his new notebook. It will be such a cute twist that the girl meets her own doppleganger!

Idle smiled and hid his notebook.

“Now, to meet Colly.” Idle looked at his watch. “It’s 5:39 pm. Better head there now.” He whispered to himself.

“Hey, Swifty, Cray, I’ll be on the rooftop with Colly if you need me.” Idle shouted.

“Okie dokie!” Cray shouted back. Swifty juat gave him a thumb’s up.

“See you later!” Idle waved and headed for the rooftop.

05:27 left.

~~~~

“Here we are!” Fresh shouted. The two of them parked the motor and removed their helmets to rush to the UHN office.

As they were running there, Siren stopped them.

“Siren, what the fuck! Let us go!” PaperJam demanded.

“Why are you even running? That’s against the rules!” Siren scolded.

“Please, Siren. We have to go to UHN. Idle’s in danger!” This made him shocked. He let them go.

“Where is he?” Siren said, tattoos glowing a bit.

“We don’t know yet. But he might be in their clubroom.“  Fresh said.

"Let’s go, then.” The three of them rushed to where The clubroom is located.

04:02 left.

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“Ouuuuch….” Xahji complained.

“That still looks heavy. Need me to take the other one?” Dance asked, stooping for Xahji.

“No, thank you. I bothered you enough.” Xahji smiled.

“Ok.” Dance said.

“Xahji!” Snazzy shouted.

“Hey, Zee. Hey, Cil. Whatcha doin?” Xahji asked.

“Oh. Practice was over so I oughta might visit ya in the Library. But it seems that you have company.” Snazzy glared at Dance.

“Zee, he was just coincidentally there when I needed help. Geez.” Xahji smiled.

“But still. You shouldn’t trust some random guy. Especially when I don’t know them.” Snazzy said with a hint of jealousy.

“Aww, is Snazzy jealous?” Cil asked laughed.

“Wha-no!"Snazzy blushed. Xahji and Dance laughed.

"I have no plan to steal your girlfriend, Zee.” Dance chuckled.

“First of all, only Xahji can call me that. Second, don’t try me.” Snazzy said.

“Ok, ok. Calm down, boys.” Xahji said.

“Let me help you with that, mi amore.” Snazzy said with Xahji and kissed her on the forehead. He took the two boxes from Xahji .

“T-thanks…” Xahji blushes a bit.

“So, where do we take these?” Snazzy asked.

“At the clubroom.” Xahji stretched.

“Ok, then.” Snazzy smiled and walked between Xahji and Dance to the clubroom. Cil was just amused at Snazzy getting jealous.

03:14 left.

~~~~

“Who are we gonna interview next?” Swifty asked.

“The basketball team, of course!” Cray grinned. “We’ll have a big ambush interview!”

“Ok. Let’s get started.” Swifty answered as the door opens.

“Hey, Swifty. Hey, Cray.” Xahji waved.

“Oh, hey Xahji! Hey, Snazzy! Cil! What a surprise! And….” Cray leaned to the side and saw Dance. “It seems like we have a visitor.”

“Oh. This is Dance. A childhood friend of mine.” Xahji introduced him.

“Hey. I’m Dance. Nice to meet you.” Hesaid as he put down the boxes.

“Nice to know you too.” Cray’s smile widened.

“Whatare these for, bro?” Swifty asked to Snazzy.

“These? Just some books.” Snazzy said.

“My bro wanted to stock these here in the clubroom. He said that they’d be useful.” Xahji said.

“There are probs 30 books in each box.” Cil wondered.

“Uh huh.” Dance agreed.

“Well, it’s great that we’re finally done with these.” Snazzy stretched. “They were quite heavy.”

“I had to agree.” Dance nodded. “It would be hard to carry all of these on your own, right J?” Dance said to Xahji.

“Stop calling me with that nickname. Blegh.” Xahji complained.

Snazzy just glared at Dance as Swifty, Cray and Cil giggled at the background.

1:27 left.

~~~~

“So Fika is fine?” Siren asked as they ran.

“Yeah. She also warned us about Colonna.” Fresh answered.

“What about her?” Siren raised his eyebrow.

“She is Fika’s-” PaperJam started but was cut when they reached the clubroom.

“Guys! Bad news!” Fresh slammed the door open.

“Bro! What happened?” Cil rushed to PaperJam’s side.

“No time to explain. Where is Idle?” PaperJam demanded.

“O-on the rooftop with Colly. Why?” Cray answered.

“What?!” Fresh and Paperjam Shouted in unison.

“We gotta go. Now.” PaperJam was ready to run but was stopped by Swifty.

“We’re coming with you.” Cil said firmly.

“Ok, good. But we have to hurry.” Paperjam said.

“We will stay here. We still gotta do something.” Xahji said.

“You’re not coming with us?”

“We’ll catch up.” Snazzy assured them.

“Ok. Come on!” Swifty, Siren, Dance, Cil, PaperJam, Fresh and Cray rushed to the rooftop. There’s no time to waste.

00:45 left.

——-

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During Training.. 
Pidge: Nice work Tailor
Lance: Thank you, thank you very much
Keith: wait what
Hunk: It’s a nickname Lance got his first year of flight school
Lance: Yeah because of how I thread the needle
Keith: 
Keith: *intense Garrison crush flashbacks*
Shiro: *uproarious laughter*

(I wrote this in two forms and couldn’t decide which I liked better, so there’s a full fic under the cut)

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I hate you │5

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

summary:  The fuckboy can’t help it but get protective when you’re in danger
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2.5k
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook
I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

A/N: For some reason, “I hate you 2″ doesn’t show up anywhere as if the post doesn’t exist, even the link doesn’t work on my phone. Do you guys have any idea why? please message me if you do. P.S I have the next part planned out, but it’s gonna take awhile, so please don’t expect it to be posted tomorrow. I’ll post it somewhere this week though. 


You have successfully ignored his presence the whole day. Meeting him, looking him in the eyes would once again remind you how much you actually hated him. He didn’t seem to mind ignored by you either, but then after the class ended he approached you in the hallway.

“Hey” -he greeted you as if nothing had happened yesterday. What else did you expect? an apology? from someone like him?

“Your turn”- you said with as indifferent and uninterested tone as you could. You would never show him that he had any kind of effect on you. You took the diary out of your bag and threw it at him, just like he had done to you the day before. 

“I know you have every right to be mad at me but let me explain”-his words were barely audible, clearly not used to explaining his actions to others and feeling ashamed because of it.

“I’m not angry at you and you don’t owe me any kind of explanation, it’s none of my business, remember?”

“It’s not like that, I.. uh just hear me out”-he reached out his hand to touch your arm but stopped in the middle. To hide what he intended to do he took his hand back and placed it on the back of his neck. 

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Kiss Already - Archie Andrews

Request: From the prompt list can I request 10. and 48 with Archie Andrews? 💕💕 


AAA this is my first Archie Andrews >.< I thought I’d give it a go! :) I went for less dramatic/descriptive and I really like it so yaaay 

Words: 2,113 

10: “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

48: “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”


“Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him,” Veronica and Betty chanted in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes. You were currently sitting in the student lounge, your two best friends at your side, trying to pass the time. The conversation had started casually, talking about online shopping and food. Somehow though, after just a few minutes, the conversation had drifted towards your unavoidable crush on Archie Andrews.

You and Archie had been best friends since you pushed him over in the sandpit when you were 4. You couldn’t exactly remember why you did it, or why he wanted to be your friend afterwards but you were glad that everything had turned out the way it had. The two of you were inseparable, constantly going to one another for support, advice or general banter.

You weren’t entirely sure when your feelings had truly developed into something more than platonic interest, but it was killing you inside currently to spend casual time with him, when you really just wanted to cuddle with him in your arms, to be his girl. You’d even put yourself through supporting Betty when she tried to confess her own feelings, but Archie had turned her down and it had temporarily destroyed her. You didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you treasured more than Pop’s burgers. 

Betty had found out though. You thought she would be mad at you, think you were going behind her back, but she had just squealed and instantly named herself ‘your personal Cupid’, along with Veronica, much to your dismay. Now everywhere you looked was just a reminder that you weren’t with the boy you loved. 

Veronica and Betty had noticed you staring at him in the student lounge, whilst he talked to Jughead. They were now poking you and teasingly chanting words of encouragement in your ear, pretending they were creations of your mind, your conscience telling you to make a move. They even started singing “Kiss The Girl” from The Little Mermaid, but replacing the word ‘girl’ with ‘ginger’.

“Can you not?!” You groaned loudly , burying your face in your hands. When you looked back up, Jughead and Archie were staring at you and your face instantly flushed bright red with embarrassment. 


As a way to ‘apologise’ Betty had offered for you to come round to her house for a sleepover and binge junk food with her whilst watching chick flicks. You needed to take your mind off of Archie before you went mad.

You were currently sitting in her lounge, waiting for her to return with a selection of DVD’s for the evening, for such a simple task she was taking an awfully long time. Suddenly she rushed into the room, her eyes lit with that mischief that always sent you into a state of nervous paranoia. That look meant she was planning something devious. 

She walked up to you slowly, her hand on her heart in mock sadness, as she gave an exaggerated sniffle. You groaned as you got off of the sofa and turned yourself to face her.

“What happened?” You rolled your eyes at her and she let out another obvious pretend sigh.

“Polly needs me,” Betty picked up her handbag from the coffee table, “So you can’t stay, I’m so so so sorry!”

At this moment, Veronica Lodge casually strolled through the door.

“Ready to go Bets?” She smirked, waving her car keys around before waving at you. You cocked your eyebrow, staring back and forth between your two best friends.

“Sure Ronnie, be there in a sec,” Betty smiled at her girlfriend before turning back around to you. “It’s a sister emergency so I have to go RIGHT NOW, but don’t worry! I found a last minute replacement so it’s all good,” She grinned. Suddenly you heard another pair of footsteps enter the house.

“The door was open,” Archie’s voice came round the corner of Betty’s hallway as he walked into the room, where you were trying not to cringe and the others were trying not to squeal.

“Byeeeee (Y/N)!” Betty chirped in a sing-song voice before grabbing Veronica’s arm and racing out the house. 


The door slammed shut and you and Archie stayed there for a minute in awkward silence before he decided to speak up.

“Betty told me you needed cheering up for some reason, but she was busy. She thought that considering I live next door and we’re best friends, I could take her place,” He explained, and you just nodded in response. You walked next door to Archie’s house and settled down in his room. You sat on the end of his bed and he sat on a chair in the other corner. You weren’t used to being so awkward around him, but you just couldn’t find the words to say. You were smitten and it made you tongue-tied. 

“Hey, you know I said that we’re best friends?” Archie got off of the chair and sat down on the bed, scooting close to you and taking your hand. You nodded, tensing up at the physical contact.

“We’re still like that right? Recently you’ve been so distant and I just thought, maybe you didn’t want to be around me anymore. Especially with the whole recent events with Miss Grundy and my music… I’ve just been so scared of how people see me and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” He let it all out and you felt your face blush crimson. Somewhere in your brain was telling you that he had just friend zoned you, but you were also analysing his words for secret messages. Maybe he cared so much about what you thought because he liked you back? Maybe he missed you? Maybe and most likely you were making a mountain out of a mole hill…

You noticed he was waiting for your response and you cleared your throat before smiling up at your best friend. “Of course we are Archie, I totally support you and your music, you’ve just been under stress recently and I understand that. Love you okay” You were kicking yourself for this new found confidence. ‘Love you okay?’ What was that?! You rested your head on his shoulder, trying not to cringe as he tensed up. You let out a breath though, as he relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. 

Originally, you planned to stay the night. You didn’t have any PJ’s though, so Archie decided to be a gentleman and offered you some of his own clothes. You wore a pair of shorts and a plain grey sweater that was large and baggy on you, causing Archie to chuckle. He stepped back and looked at you in awe. You caught him staring and suddenly felt self-conscious.

“W-what?” You stammered, trying to angle your body so you were facing away from him, he just shook his head and smiled.

“You just… uh, you look really cute in my clothes,” He stared down at the ground smiling and your eyes widened, heart fluttering inside.

Eventually, your plan had a last minute change. Fred Andrews came home from work early for the day, and told you with a guilty face that you couldn’t stay round tonight, as he had to have a long talk with Archie. You respected them enough not to ask what it was about, although you were a bit curious. Archie had given you an apologetic hug and had promised to make proper plans with you in the near future.

In a rush to give them their space, you left quickly, gathering your stuff together and heading home before you Skyped your Cupid’s.

They were pleased to hear you’d made progress, but disappointed in that there was no kiss or exchange of romantic words… yet.


“(Y/N) (L/N) you have 10 seconds to get up before I kick you out the door,” Your mum scolded loudly. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, squinting at the morning sunlight that streamed through your blinds. 

“What Mum?” You groaned, throwing a pillow at her. She threw it right back at you.

“Fifteen minutes until school starts and you’re not even out of bed! Hurry up!” She opened your blinds fully, so that the sunlight shone directly at you, waking you up properly. The words your mum said slowly registered in your mind before you began to panic and fell out of bed. Your mum rolled her eyes, leaving you to get ready.

You still needed to do your hair, teeth, makeup and grab something to eat on the way to school for breakfast. You didn’t have the effort in you to care about what you were wearing, so you slid on a pair of jeans and khaki converse. You sniffed your armpit, realising that whatever you had on your top half smelt pretty good so probably didn’t need to be changed. It smelt like safety and comfort… if that was possible… something so familiar. Oh well.

You rushed out the door, yelling a ‘thanks’ and ‘goodbye’ to your mum as she chuckled at you. 


You’d made it to school with 2 minutes to spare. You leaned against your locker, trying to catch your breath as you wheezed. You hadn’t ran or even exercised properly in a long time and the rush was finally taking its toll on you. Despite the fact that your best friend and long term crush was a great athlete, with the body to show it, you just weren’t exactly in shape.

Turns out the rush was pretty much a waste anyway, as you had a free period first and the whole hallway was disrupted by the sound of you kicking your locker door in frustration, before facepalming and running off to the student lounge. 

“Operation Smoochie is a go,” Veronica looked dead serious as she explained yet another plan on how to get Archie to kiss you. You just stared at her bewildered.

“Smoochie?” Jughead raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Well it can either be taken as an extended word for smooch, or combining both the word ‘smooch’ and ‘Archie’,” She tapped her temple, everyone else gave her doubtful looks. Betty supportively rubbed Veronica’s back but shook her head at her, as if to make it clear that nobody thought ‘Operation Smoochie’ was appropriate. The plan itself didn’t even seem like it could work.

“Well do you guys have any suggestions? A plan? A name? I’m all ears. This has been driving me up the wall ever since I got to this damn town (Y/N), YOU need to sort this out,” Veronica flopped back into the sofa, defeated.

“Sort what out?” Archie came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and causing you to jump and squeal. He laughed as he took a seat on the armrest next to you. 

“Her… girls night sleepover plan… it’s been in the making for a long time and she’s yet to get properly organised,” Betty saved you, and you sighed in relief, smiling at her thankfully as she winked at you. You all turned back to Archie, who as staring at you intensely, irresponsive. You blushed under his gaze and waved your hand in front of his face, as if to snap him out of his trance.

“Andrews, is there a special reason as to why you’re staring at me,” You laughed it off, as all your friends sat back and observed the exchange.

Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Archie retorted, gesturing towards the grey sweater. You felt your jaw drop as you realised this was the sweater Archie had given you to wear last night. That’s why it had smelt so familiar and sweet. Both of you were blushing and Betty and Veronica were grasping at each other’s arms, trying to contain themselves from running around excitedly like 3 year olds.

“I didn’t even realise,” You timidly smiled up at Archie and he smiled back at you… almost lovingly? He shook his head and slung his rucksack over his shoulder. 

“I have to go to last minute football practice, come watch?” He extended his hand hopefully to you and you took it, standing up from the sofa and linking your arm through his. You left the student lounge, talking amongst yourselves and laughing in your own little world.

Veronica sighed dreamily. “Why don’t they just kiss each other already?” She whined and the rest of your group nodded in agreement. It was inevitable, you two would have to kiss at some point, especially if Veronica had anything to say about it.


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13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Rating: M

(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number. 

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My favorite Skarsgard

Hi! Can you do an imagine where Bill and the reader have a 4 year old daughter and she joins seb in an interview? Thank you so much!!!

Imagine you and Bill star in a new movie with Sebastian and your daughter crashes his interview

Interviewer: “So we understand that, you and Y/N star in this movie as husband and wife. How did that turn out?”

Seb:” It turned out well, Y/N always bought her daughter Elizabeth on set, which always amazes me. Shes such a lovely child”

You walked down the carpet with your little family. Bill was holding Elizabeth and she spotted Sebastian in an interview.

“Daddy put me down” Bill put her on her two feet and she sprinted off into the crowd

“Lizzie wait!” You called out, but she didn’t listen. You searched through the crowd and saw her run towards Sebastian. You smiled because you knew that she will be safe with him.


“Sebby!” The little girl screamed running towards him. Sebastian looked away from the person interviewing him and saw a little brunette girl with green eyes running to him, his eyes grew wide and mouth agapes


“Lizzy! Theres my favorite little Skarsgard” She ran into him and cuddled his leg, he bent down to pick her up.

Interviewer: “So this must be the little one everyone talks about”

Elizabeth was shy so she hid her face in the crook of his neck. 

Interviewer: “Shy one isn‘t she?” Sebastian rubbed her back and cooed her.

“It’s ok sweetie” The camera man faced his camera towards her.

Interviwer: “How old are you sweetie?”

Lizzie came out of her shell and smiled to the kind man.

“Im four!” She giggled. You and Bill walked towars the pair hand in hand, but came to a halt. You both enjoyed the two bonding, so you stood aside and watched.

“And what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be a princess! But daddy said that im already a princess. So I want to be Sebastian’s girlfriend!” She giggled and Sebastian laughed and looked at her in awe.

Meanwhile, your husband Bill nearly fainted at her comment and you had to comfort him.

“Wow, you want to be his girlfriend” The interviewer asked and she nodded her head furiously

“Okay okay, time to go back to your mommy now sweetheart.” He kissed her head and left the interview walking towards you and Bill

“Hey” You hugged him and he pecked your cheek. Bill greeted seb and took his daughter in his arms

“Sorry about that. We would’ve gotten her sooner but we enjoyed how happy she was” Bill said

“No, thats not a problem at all”

“Okay sweetie, time to go inside now, the show is about to start” You said to your daughter.

“Can I sit with Sebby?” She asked her father with puppy dog eyes. You glanced over to seb and he nodded

“Yes of course, if its okay with him” Bill asked Seb and he said it was fine. 

The Oscar awards were starting and you made your way inside, you and Bill sat a couple of tables away from Sebastian and Elizabeth who were sitting with Chris, Scarlet, Elizabeth Olsen, RDJ and The Russo Bros.

Sebastian caught you starring and he smiled back at you. ‘Don’t worry, she’s fine’ He mouthed. You mouthed back 

‘Thank You’




After the Oscar awards your little family arrived home, Bill put Elizabeth to bed and kissed her goodnight, while you were sitting on the couch reading the news until you came across and article “Bill and Y/N Skarsgard’s daughter crashes Sebastian Stans interview” and another saying “Elizabeth Skarsgard wants to be Sebastian Stan’s girlfriend when she grows up”

Laughing, you read the article and watched the little video of their interview, your husband joined you in bed.

“Sometimes I wonder if she knows im her father” He said sadly 

“Why do you think that?” you turned over to face him

“Because she loves Sebastian more than me”

You laughed and kissed his nose

“She loves you more than you know”

Richie loves Halloween

Richie Tozier loves Halloween (but not as much as he loves Eddie Kasprak) p>

October 31st. Halloween. The greatest day of the year - in Richie’s opinion.

I mean, what wasn’t to love about Halloween? People handing out free candy, scary movies on every channel on TV, getting to dress up covered in fake blood. Oh and best of all, the Halloween parties.

Every year Sam Walker, a junior who seemingly was friends with everybody, would throw his infamous halloween party and everyone (even losers like Richie and his friends) was invited.

Last year Richie and his friends had all gone as zombies, they had tore up old clothes and Bev had covered them in makeup to make them look undead. They had looked totally badass, there was no denying it.

Just as they had every other year, everyone was meeting at Bill’s house before they went to Sam’s together; Sam’s house was a five minute walk from Bill’s.

Richie looked at his watch in the dim light that was provided by the streetlight at the bottom of Bill’s drive. It was 6:56, which meant he was four minutes early, but it didn’t matter as it was likely that most of the other loser’s would be there already.

Richie walked up the drive and knocked on the door, having only to wait a few seconds until it was swung open and Richie found himself looking at Stanley Uris.

“Stan the man, what’s happening dude? Gotta say, I’m not surprised that you’re here already, lemme guess, you’ve been here for an hour already?” Richie teased his friend, stepping through the door,

“Ha ha Richie,” Stan replied sarcastically, “if you must know I’ve only been here for twenty minutes”

Bill comes up behind Stan and wraps an arm around his shoulders, “Hey Tozier, stop bullying my boyfriend,” Bill says to Richie, and Richie holds his hands up defensively.

“Sorry man,” Richie says, then looks at their costumes, Bill is wearing a batman suit and Stan is dressed as robin. “Nice matching costumes guys, very cute”

“Hey we’re not the only ones” Bill says, pointing behind him at Ben and Bev.

“Woah ho! Beverly Marsh my dear you look stunning! Oh and you too of course Ben, very nice guys, very nice!” Richie calls out to his friends, taking on a British accent and walking up to where they’re stood in the sitting room. Richie looks them up and down and nods approvingly, Bev is dressed as Sandy from the final scene of Grease, and Ben as Danny.

“Thanks Richie,” Bev replies, greeting him with a hug.

“So who are we waiting for?” Richie asks, looking around the room.

“Just Eddie and Mike, they should be getting here any minute now,” Ben tells him, “I like the costume by the way man, you’re really rocking the whole wolf thing.”

“Oh thanks dude, you know I couldn’t think of anything to be, then Bev suggested this and I thought, yeah that could work,” Richie replied to his friend. Ben nodded, then he and Bev shared a look which Richie didn’t understand, but also didn’t question, because it was at that moment the front door was opened again and Mike and Eddie entered.

Mike was dressed as a mummy, wrapped in bandages from head to foot. He looked impressive, it must have taken him ages to get ready, Richie thought.

Eddie, wow. Eddie looked amazing. He was wearing a red cape with the hood pulled up and he had fake claw marks across his face as if he had been attacked by a wild animal.

Eddie was dressed as little red riding hood, Richie realised.

And Richie was dressed as a wolf.

They were wearing matching costumes.

Richie spun around to look at Bev, who was smirking at him with a smug look on her face.

“Hi Eddie, cool costume,” Richie heard Stan greet Eddie.

“Thanks Stan. It was Bev’s idea, she suggested it and helped me with my makeup and stuff,” Eddie replied.

Of course it was Bev’s idea, Richie thought, rolling his eyes. Bev knew how Richie felt about Eddie, and she was always doing stuff like this, not that Richie cared that much to be honest. He always wants to spend time with Eddie.

“Hey Eds, looking good” Richie called out, catching Eddie’s attention.

“Don’t call me that” Eddie replied, but walked over to where Richie was standing anyway. “Huh, looks like we match?” Eddie asked, looking at Bev accusingly.

“You sure do boys, and you look great,” Bev said, slinging an arm over each of their shoulders, and knocking her head gently against Eddie’s. “Hey Bill! Take a picture of me and my boys!” She shouted at Bill, who was following everybody around, sticking his camera in their faces (Stan was the main victim, but he didn’t mind; he would do anything to keep his boyfriend happy).

Bill pointed the camera at the three of them and they posed while he took several pictures.

“Guys we should start getting ready to leave” Ben’s voice interrupted them, and Bev untangled her arms from around the two boy’s necks to go and find her coat.

“Ready to party Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie asked, looking down at his shorter friend with a smirk.

“Hell yeah.”

Twenty minutes later and they finally arrived at Sam’s house for the party, after having been distracted on the way out of Bill’s house by Bill’s little brother Georgie arriving home from trick or treating. They obviously stopped to talk to him (and steal some of his candy), they all loved Georgie just as much as they loved any of the other losers.

Walking into the huge house, Richie grabbed Eddie’s hand so that he wouldn’t get lost in the masses of people who were crammed into the house, and pushed his way through the crowd to get to the kitchen.

When they had finally elbowed their way there they were greeted by a girl named Ellen something, who was one of Sam’s friends and who must be in charge of distributing drinks at the party.

“Hey Richie, Eddie right? What can I get you guys to drink, we’ve got everything, I’d stay away from the punch though because its been spiked by about eight people so far,” Ellen laughed.

“I’ll just have a coke,” Richie told her, then turned to Eddie who nodded.

“I’ll have the same please,” Eddie said quietly.
“Help yourselves guys,” Ellen told them, gesturing to the many cans lined up on the kitchen counter. “You guys definitely have the best matching couples costumes I’ve seen so far tonight by the way.”

Richie choked on air. “O-oh we, we um, we’re not, we…"

“Thank you!” Eddie interrupted him, smiling at Ellen and grabbing their drinks. He pulled Richie out of the kitchen by their still entwined hands.

Eddie pulled Richie to a relatively quiet spot by the wall and handed him a coke. He didn’t say anything about Ellen’s comment, instead he started talking to Richie about how Mike had almost made him late because he was taking forever to wrap bandages around himself.

Richie couldn’t pay attention to a word Eddie was saying however, as he kept thinking about how the girl had called him and Eddie a couple, about how his hand was still warm from where Eddie’s had been grasped in it, about how Eddie’s lips looked so soft, so kissable. About how the feelings he had for the boy in front of him had been more than just friendship for a while now.

“We could be!” Richie shouted, interrupting Eddie’s ramblings, and causing the boy to look up at him, startled.

“What?” Eddie asked him, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“I mean… we could be. You know?” Richie replied, looking down at the ground so not to meet Eddie’s gaze.

“Richie I don’t-”

"She thought we were a couple, right? I’m just saying we could be…“ Richie trailed off, his voice an unsure mumble.

Eddie didn’t say anything, and Richie knew he had messed up. He started to pull his hand out of Eddie’s loose grasp, and turned to walk away.

In a sudden movement, Eddie’s grip on Richie’s hand tightened, and he pulled the taller boy towards him quickly, his other hand reaching up to rest agains Richie’s neck, his thumb brushing agains Richie’s delicate cheekbone. He surged up and pressed his lips against Richie’s. The kiss was short and soft, Eddie pulled away after a few seconds, and rested his forehead against Richie’s.

“Yeah, we could be,” Eddie whispered against Richie’s lips.

Yeah, Richie loved Halloween.

Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

Originally posted by jeonify

You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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Falling Deeper

Originally posted by 13reasonssource


Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “Hiii LOVE UR BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH IT HURTS❤️❤️, i was wondering if you could write a justin x reader imagine, where the reader and Justin have been friends for a long time and everyone thinks they’re dating but they’re not. Like they would flirt, have inside jokes, feeling for each other(but won’t admit) and one day when Justin asks the reader to crash in her house cuz of Seth they confess their feelings and flufff”

Words: 2.000

A/N: OMG! This my first Justin imagine and I so loved this little nugget too. Thank you for your support and I hope that you like this one too. Thank you so much for your request and, if you want, please don’t hesitate to leave a feedback in my ask box.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/M/N) is Your Mother’s Name, talking of family issues, swearing.


“Am I seeing you tomorrow, Jus?” You confidently asked your best friend as you decided to go directly home after your classes. You were in the hallway, in front of your now-closed locker.

“Of course, pretty.” He winked at you and you let out a loud laugh. He was a great flirt and that was one of the characteristics you loved in Justin.

“Shut up, sweet talker!” You tried to cover the romantic excitement that flowed in your veins and he just hugged you as he knew that you loved it whenever he would compliment you.

“Take care, okay?” He reminded you as you nodded for several times to answer. You hugged him back.

“Just get together already!” Your friend Jessica exclaimed as she got through you and Justin along the hallway. She winked and you saw that Sherie agreed with her. They were surely making their way to the gym for the cheerleading practice.

“But they’re already together.” Zach shouted to the girls as he shut his locker and followed them.

“Idiots!” You shouted as you broke the hug between the two of you. “I’m going now, Mr. Foley.”

“Alright, Mrs. Foley.” You both laughed loudly. He started to call you in that way, because you both had to pretend that you were husband and wife the day before. Some maniacs were trying to hit on you and he came up with that idea, it sucked but you loved it.

“You should take care too, okay? Don’t break a bone during your basketball practice.” You reminded him after you left a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Mum!” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your temple. With that kiss, you felt protected and it felt that Justin was with you, even though he’s not walking you home that day.

“Go on or you’ll be late.” You smiled at him as you both went in separated ways.

“Text me as soon as you get home, okay?” He walked in backwards as he wanted to see if you were already walking away.

“Yes, sir!” You huffed as you wanted to stay with him a little longer, but you had projects to finish and coach Patrick never let people to enter the gym during his teams’ practices.

You slowly walked back home and Justin never left your thoughts. He stayed in your mind even when you were doing your homework.

You loved Justin, because who wouldn’t, and he made you happy every time. He could be considered as an asshole by some students, but you knew that he had a kind heart. He could be weak too, mostly when it came to his family, but you always knew how to cheer him up and how to mend his broken heart.

People has always thought that you were together, because you couldn’t be you without Justin and Justin couldn’t be him without you. You completed each other, even though you were just best friends. You flirted and sometimes people mistook your actions, but you never admitted your feelings to him. You were obviously shy to admit it, you thought that it was flustering because you didn’t know if he felt the same towards you, even though his friends said that the feeling was mutual.

“(Y/N)!” Your mum called as dinner was ready and you didn’t notice it as you were so focused on finishing your Communications’ project and thinking of Justin. “Dad’s not home before 10 pm and he told me to not wait for him.”

“I’m coming.” You shouted as you ran downstairs, stopping in front of the front door when you heard the bell ringing. “I’m opening it.”

“Sure!” Your mum shouted from the kitchen as you heard the glasses clinking while she was preparing the table.

“Justin!” You worriedly called his name as you opened your front door. You were happy to see him, of course, but not after seeing his dull gaze. “What happened?”

“Can I,” he started as you saw him angry and down at the same time. “is it all right if I crash here tonight?” He bit his lower lip as he looked at the ground. He was so shy to ask you some favours, although you’ve been best friends for a long time now.

“Of course, Jus!” You sadly smiled at him as you already hinted that something was wrong in his house. You let him enter the house and you closed the door behind you. “Have you already eaten?”

“Uhm,” He felt more relaxed and relieved that he finally found someone who could help him for the night, although you were really his first choice. “not really.”

“Then have dinner with us.” You smiled as him as you pulled his hand and headed to the kitchen.

“Good evening, (Y/M/N)!” Justin politely greeted and your mum flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile. You let his hand go as you took his blue sports bag off his shoulder.

“Good evening, Justin.” Your mother greeted. “Have you had your dinner yet?”

“He didn’t, Mum.” You answered for Justin as you knew that he was feeling a little bit uncomfortable. After all this time, he was still shy around your mother.

“Oh, eat with us!” Your mother panicked as she put an extra plate with a glass and the cutlery.

“Thank you.” Justin warmly smiled as he felt loved. You knew that he didn’t get much attention from his mother like how you did and he had serious problems at home, that was why you always tried to be there for him.

The three of you sat on your places and you shared a warm and delicious food together.

“Mum,” You seriously called her attention as you carefully chewed your food. “can Justin stay for the night?”

“Yes, of course! The guest room is always ready for him.” Your mother smiled sadly as she sensed that Justin had his family problems once again. It wasn’t the first time that Justin was crashing in your place and he has been welcomed by your parents with their arms widely opened.

“Thank you, really.” Justin was overwhelmed for the help that he was receiving and it made you love him even more because he knew how to appreciate the small things.

“Justin, you are always welcome in our family. Don’t hesitate to ask for help, okay?” Your mother reminded and Justin smiled while nodding in response.
After dinner, Justin helped you to clear the table and to wash the dishes.

“Jus,” You called him as you turned the faucet off and wiped your hands to dry them. “do you want to watch the stars?”

“Cheesy night ahead?” He winked at you and his gaze became bright once again. You knew that he felt better, but you still wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t keep his resentments to himself.

“Don’t you like it, Mr. Foley?” You hugged him from behind while he was drying the last plate.

“I do, Mrs. Foley.” He responded and you just let out some cute giggles. After some seconds, he put the last plate on its place and he wiped his hand using the towel.

You and Justin then headed to your house’s roof with two blankets and some chocolate bars. You used to do this when you were little and you would fall asleep on the roof while watching the stars with your parents.

Justin fixed one blanket on the flattened part of the roof and you both lied down on the blanket as you admired the starry sky.

“These stars are so bright.” You commented, being amazed at the protuberances that you were seeing.

“But those stars aren’t as bright as my life with you.” Justin sweetly said as he looked at you and you suddenly felt the heat in your cheeks.

“Aw, Justin!” You were flattered and you wouldn’t deny that. He knew how to make you smile and, in fact, he flashed you his warm smile when he saw you smiling.

“(Y/N), I am so happy to be with you right now.” He looked back at the sky and he sighed as he thought of his situation at home.

“And I am happy to have you here, Justin.” You smiled at him as you saw that he was focused at admiring the dark sky.

“And I thank you for that.” He seriously said, searching for your hand as a tear ran down his face. “Seth’s been stressing me since he came back to my mother. I was already happy that they broke up, but my mother kept on welcoming him home, although she knew that he would hurt me, although he hurts her too.”

“Jus, your mother has just loved somebody that couldn’t appreciate things. He’s an asshole, I know that, but it wasn’t your mother’s fault.” Justin intertwined his fingers with yours as you explained him how the things really were.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t feel that my mother cares about me anymore. I mean, she would stumble to serve that reckless ungrateful man as if she’s a maid.” Justin sighed as he worried of his mother. He cared for his mum and you couldn’t deny how great he was as a son.

“Justin,” you faced him and caressed his cheek with your free hand. “it’s not fair, but your mother is blinded by her love. Unluckily.” You sighed. “I am sure, though, that she cares about you. She’s just afraid to show it, because Seth hates you to death. She’s afraid of the consequences.”

“What a fucked-up situation.” He bit his lower lip as he shook his head, switching his gaze from the sky to your face.

“I know, but I am here for you Justin.” You caught each other’s glances and he smiled at you.

“Honestly?” You put on your questioning look and he looked at your lips and then he looked back at your eyes. “My world got better since you came into my life.”

“Aw, Justin.” You flashed him your flattered and touched smile. “You’re the sweetest.”

“It’s the truth and I would never lie to you.” Justin caressed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair covering your face.

“Why is that?” You put your hand on his and you caressed it with your thumb. Your hand was small compared to his and you were amazed because it was so soft and smooth for a boy.

“Because I’m falling deeper in love with you.” He confessed his feelings and you felt the heat and the burning sensation in your face one more time. “I love you, (Y/N) and I don’t want to lose you.” He was brief, but he knew how to explain his hidden feelings.

“Justin, you are the sweetest person ever.” You bit your lower lip and he flashed you his sweetest smile, that smile that you loved the most in him. “And you would never believe it, but I love you too, for a while too.”

“Really?” His eyes grew wide as the words flushed in his mind.

“Really!” You gave him your confirmation and his smile grew bigger, just as big as yours, teeth confidently showing.

He leant in as he was about to close the gap between the two of you. He was really a gentleman, even though he seemed an asshole. “Can I?”

“Is that even a question to ask?” You winked at him and you leant in a little bit closer as you both laughed loudly.

You both moved forward and you closed the gap between the two of you. The cold breeze of air stung your skins and the stars shone up in the sky while you shared a long and sweet passionate kiss.

You waited for that moment to happen for a more than a century now and you couldn’t believe that it happened as you felt butterflies playing in your stomach.

You surely were happy and, like Justin, you were falling deeper in love with him too.


"Im mad because i love you..." - Anthony Trujillo

“Hey love could you do an either jake paul ir Anthony please with prompts 8, 15, & 83! Thnks ❤”
8. “How did you manage to be this stupid?”
15. “Please say something….”
83. “Im mad at you because i love you”

I choose Anthony 
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It was just a casual morning in the team 10 house and you had just woken up

Looking at the time you saw that it was 8:00am and jake would be waking everyone up soon

Laying in bed you closed your eyes and slightly fell back asleep

That was untill you hear the boy’s yell out jakes name as your door flew open and in walked jake

“Shit!” He said looking at you with wide eye’s

Looking fown you saw that the thin white sheets were shit as everything could be seen

Flaying your hands around yourself you yelled at jake to get out as the rest of the boy’s walked in

Sighing you got up and quickly made your way into the bathroom

“Damn she’s hot…” jake silently hushed

“I’d be lucky to have her…” Anthony said causing the boy’s to laugh as they knew he had a crush on you

You smiled softly as you got in the shower

“If youd asked id be yours…” you whispered to yourself as you washed

About 30 minutes later you had finished washing and put on your sport’s clothes and walked downstairs and into the kitchen

“Morning!” The boy’s said as they sat at the bench watching you get some cereal

“Morning” you said softly as you poured out the milk and cereal in a bowl

Looking around for a seat you frowned seeing none

“We need more seats jake…” you said as you walked to the trampoline

“I know. I wouldn’t sit on there..” he said stopping you before you sat on it

“Why?” You asked

“Its broken and just hanging by a thread. You sit on that and youll be met with the floor.” He said laughing slightly

Sighing you looked around seeing any other seat was covered in crap

“Sit on Anthony’s lap” chance said causing you to look at him and then Anthony who was blushing wich caused you to blush

“Ahhh…” Anthony said as he scratched the back of his neck a habit you picked up on when he was nervous

Looking at you he held a hand out to you wich you took and with that he lifted you up so you sat on his lap

This caused the boy’s to smirk and you to blush

As they were talking about video ideas you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a head land on your shoulder

“Can i have some?” You heard Anthony whisper in your ear causing you to blush

Turning slightly so you were faceing him, you raised the spoon to his mouth and fed him some cereal causing him to hum slightly wich caused you to blush

“You two should get married” jake said

“I mean they basically are already, just look at how much they flirt and argue” chance said

“Like a happily married couple” Emilio said

“They would make cute babies!” Ivan said causing everyone to laugh and you and Anthony to blush harder than ever

“Im gonna go get the girl’s….” you whispered quietly and quickly got up and raced up the stairs

“Tessa! Erika” you yelled as you walked in their room

“Bathroom” you heard erika yell

Walking in you leaned against the doorframe still blushing tessa of course noticed this

“Whats got you red as a tomato?” She asked causing erika to look and laugh

“Obviously her boyfriend Anthony!” She said laughing

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You yeleld blushing even more than before

“Sure” tessa said laughing

“Come on let’s go on a run” erika said

What they all said got you thinking. You really did argue and flirt like a married couple and then it finnaly hit you

You loved Anthony.

“Boy’s were going on a run” erika said as she walked into jakes arm’s and tessa walked into chance’s arm’s

The only people who didn’t have anyone were you and Anthony

“Can’t you have one day off? Please?” Jake asked causing erika to sigh and say she would stay

“We might as well stay then to?” You direct to tessa causing her to nod

As you pushed yourself up on the trampoline you felt yourself fall and hit the floor

“Arghhh…” You said grabbing your wrist

“Damn girl i said it was broken. Are You alright?” Jake asked as he began to rush over to you but not before Anthony was in front of you with a concerned expression on his face

“Im fine” you said wincing as jake touched your hand

“Fine” jake said mocking causing you to glare at him

“Anthony grab an ice pack” jake said causing Anthony to grab one and sit back in front of you

Placing the ice on your wrist soflty he smiled at you causing you to smile back

“Boy’s and girls lets leave them be and go set up yeah?” Jake said as he saw you and Anthony staring at each other

Soon it was just you and Anthony left and alone

“Your stupid you know that” Anthony said as he laughed softly

“Am not!” You protest as you grin at him causing him to slightly laugh and shake his head

“I think its alright now” you said smiling and getting up

“Thank you!” Yoi said and wrapped your arms around his waist cuddling him

Before he could comprehend what was happening you were already walking out to the backyard

“Despercito!!!” You heard the girls yell as they danced grabbing you and forcing you to dance

After 20 minutes of dancing with the girl’s you walked over to Anthony and walked up to him wrapping your arms around him

“Ahh….hi?” He said softly

“Im cold” you replied causing him to laugh

Pushing you back slightly he raised the jumper he was wearing off and handed it to you

“You’ll get cold then” you said pushing his hand back

“You wear it and then you'llbe warm and then i can cuddle you to make myself warm” he said winking at you causing you to blush

Grabbing the jumper you slid it on and before you could do anything je had wrapped you in his arm’s

“They are so cute” jake said

As you raised your arms and wrapped them around his neck he leaned against the bench slightly and burried his head into your neckand hugged you tightly

“Cant breath” you giggled out as he raised his head and looked at you

Raiseing his hand he tucked a piece of hair behind you ear and looked into your eye’s

“Let’s go Anthony!” Chance yelled out causing you to blush and his to smile

“Your cute when you blush” he whispered in your ear before kissing just below it and walking iver to the boy’s

“What are you guys doing?” You asled as you walked over

“Were gonna do some tricks in the pool and then light it on fire jake said

"How did you manage to be this stupid?” You asked

Jake shrugged and kissed erika before grabbing a skateboard

After the boy’s tried a few tricks it was time to light the pool on fire a little

Anthony was the first up and your heart began to race as he watched the pool get lit with fire

Watching him he started off fine but on his second time he fell and hit the ground with a thud

Getting up you quickly you ran and jumped down and ran over to him

“Anthony!” You said as you bent down and grabbed his face in your hands

“Anthony babe…wake up” you said softly

“Please say something….” you said

“Shit man” you could hear the boy’s stary blaming each other as erika called the ambulance

As you looked back down at Anthony you saw his eyes slightly open

“Hey…its alright!” You said softly as he started moving

“Just stay still and keep your eye’s open for me” you said softly as his head rest in your lap

Raising a hand to your cheek he whiped away the tears you didn’t know where falling

“What happened?” A woman in a nurse outfit asked jake as two others raised Anthony into the ambulance

“Only one can come” the nurse said

“Y/n” Anthony said as you got up into the ambulance and sat down

“Meet you there buddy” chance said as he grabbed tessa and got in his car

“Hold his hand for a second as this will sting” the dude riding with you said

As you grabbed Anthony’s hand he squeezed tight as he felt a needle jab into him

“Im josh by the way” the dude said as he watched you and Anthony

“Nice to meet you. Im y/n and this is Anthony” you said smiling at him

A few minutes later and you were sat on an uncomfortable chair in Anthony’s room next to his bed

To say you were mad at him and the boy’s would be an understatement

“Come on don’t be mad” he said as you stood up and got yourself some water

“Don’t be mad? You nearly died” you said

“I still don’t understand why your mad” he said confused

“Im mad at you because I love you..” you said and walked out of the room

Seeing the rest of the gang out in the waiting room you sighed

“He’s fine and will be let out in a few hours. Im going home so you guys can stay instead.” And with that you walked out
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It was now currently 6:36pm and you were relaxing on the varanda in your shared backyard

You had possibly just ruined everything for you and Anthony as well as everyone else just with thise few little words

“Where is she?” You heard a voice say

“Shes probably not here mate” jakes voice said

“I have to speak to her…” the voice that you loved said

“Y/n?!” You heard tessa yell and then soon everyone started yelling out your name

You heard the door to the backyard open and out walked jake and erika

They made their way over to you and sat down with you

“What’s going on? Why does he want no need to speak to you?” Jake asked and you shrugged

“There must be something y/n” erika said wrapping her arms around jake

“I told him i loved him…” you sighed

Silance soon filled the air and you enjoyed that

“Y/n….” you heard a voice ask and you turned around to see everyone outside

Seeing that you and Anthony had something to talk about the other’s immediately rushed inside

Sighing you stood up and went to grab more wood for the bonfire

“Why did you leave?.."Anthony asked

Out of all the questions he asks that one first

You shrugged and chucked more wood onto the fire

He sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sat down and watched you quietly as you chopped wiod and placed it on the fire

Sighing you turned to look at him

"So what did the doctor’s say?” You asked quietly

“They said i was lucky considering i hit the ground pretty hard….” he whispered

Nodding you let a tear shed as you looked up at the sky and closed your eye’s

“Y/n…..” you felt his hand grab the axe and heard it being placed down softly before he pulled you into his arm’s

There you both cried and it was a relief

As you pulled away slightly you looked up at him and saw his eye’s shine in the moonlight

“I love you too….” he said before his soft lips met yours

“Be mine?” He asked as he pulled away slightly

You nodded and with that he kissed you with more passion.

pints of whiskey, cigarettes, and outer space

@forlornlyoptimistic gave me a prompt, and what kind of person would i be if i refused such a legend??


She wakes to her phone oddly- and annoyingly, she’s trying to sleep- starting to play before clicking off.

On.

And off.

It’s only when she recognizes the tune of we are family start for the third time does she make a mad scramble for her phone. Her limbs get trapped, and she’s thankful for Maggie’s late shift if only for the fact that she doesn’t have to hear her laughter or see that teasing smile.

(That teasing, dimpled smile.

That teasing, dimpled beautiful smile she gets to wake up to any morning she wants.

That smile that is warmth in its edges, tenderness in the crinkle of her eyes, and oh, affection seeps into her as easy as the sun.)

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