The moment Jeff saw you making your way down the hall towards him, he knew something was wrong. He noticed straight away that the smile you offered him just before you reached him was not genuine. Though he became more concerned with you when you greeted him with a kiss.
You had been dating for almost six months and never had you once initiated a kiss so publicly-you much preferred to keep your relationship private. You were shy and hated attention, you even tended to shift away from your boyfriend when he tried to hold your hand around others so this abrupt change in behaviour definitely took him off guard.
He froze as your lips met his.
It only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you as you took in his expression.
“You okay there?” you asked, amusement filling your features.
Jeff snapped out of his daze and quickly shut his locker before addressing you so you could have his full attention, “Should I be asking you that?” he countered.
He noticed the slight hesitation that passed over your face, the subtle change in posture. You only shook your head as you leant against the locker beside his, “I’m good,” you insisted, not realising Jeff had caught your lie. “We should head to class,” you suggested, “the bell will be going soon.”
Jeff sighed, not wanting to push you on the matter and deciding to wait until you wanted to open up to him, he agreed.
He almost jumped in surprise as you slid your hand in his and held him close to your side. As worried as he had become, Jeff had to smile.
Granted he was concerned, but it was hard for him to not take advantage of the rare occurrence.
Jeff pressed a kiss against the top of your head as they walked down the corridor, a warm feeling igniting within him as you smiled up at him rather than shield yourself away.
After school, Jeff met up with Clay as usual but his mind was somewhere else. Something Clay noticed rather quickly. “What’s up?” he questioned, placing his pen on the table.
Jeff ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t even know,” he groaned. “Something’s up with (Y/N) today and she hasn’t spoken to me about it…she’s acting different and I don’t want to bring it up just in case it makes her push me away.”
Clay leant back in his chair, “Look,” he said. “Usually you give me the relationship advice,” he laughed, “and I know I’m kind of useless when it comes to this, but it’s (Y/N),” he stated, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff demanded on the defensive.
Clay smiled to reassure his friend that he meant no offence, “I’m just saying, she’ll come to you when she’s ready. You know better than anyone that sometimes she just needs some time to herself to process things before she can talk about them.”
Jeff slowly nodded, “I guess. But did you see the way she was today?” he asked, in which Clay shook his head in reply. “I just want to help her…” he whispers. “I’m just really worried.”
“Speak of the devil,” Clay said quietly, his focus on something, someone behind Jeff.
He turned around and found you heading their way. Jeff smiled as his girlfriend sat herself in the seat beside him. “Hey Clay,” you greet.
He raised his hand to wave his hello before picking up the discarded piece of work he was reading over to give you and Jeff a moment.
You take hold of Jeff’s left hand and move his arm closer to you, hugging it against your chest as you rest your head on your spare arm against the table. Letting out a small yawn, your eyes slowly closed.
See, Jeff mouthed to Clay who had looked over at them in curiosity. He merely shrugged and went back to reading.
Jeff shifted in his seat and moved his right arm towards you and began moving the hair out of your face that had fallen down when you had laid down. Your smile made Jeff’s heart quicken.
He stopped himself from asking what was wrong as his hand stopped moving on the top of her head, resting amongst your hair.
Movement from across from him caused Jeff to look up at Clay who had stood from his seat, “Where are you going?” he asked, their session no where near done.
“Your somewhere else at the moment and I don’t think you will be able to focus until you know what you want to,” he told him sympathetically. “I’ll see you around, you know where I am if you need something.”
Jeff thanked his friend and watched as he walked away, finally turning back to you as you mumbled a quiet apology.
“It’s not your fault,” he assured her.
You lazily opened your eyes, peering up at him-you took in his expression. “Your a horrible liar,” you informed him. He let out a small laugh at her words but didn’t speak. “You shouldn’t worry about me,” she told him.
“I can’t help it.”
Your smile only grew and Jeff ran his fingers down your cheek. “I know what’s been going through your head all day,” you continued, closing your eyes again as his soft touch relaxed you. “But you really shouldn’t have worried. I’m sorry for not talking to you earlier about it.”
“Don’t apologise,” he insisted.
“You’re too sweet,” you sighed happily, wondering how you were so lucky to have him. “But really, I was just feeling a little down today. Nothing happened, I’m just…not entirely feeling like myself. But I’ll be better when I’ve had a good rest, I think.”
Jeff hesitated before responding, “That doesn’t really explain why you’ve been so…” he trailed off, not sure how to word what he wanted to say.
She chuckled, gripping his hand tighter, “You make me happy,” she said easily. “Being around you just makes everything better.”
That warm feeling inside of him returned and Jeff was beaming, “I do, huh?” he grinned. If Jeff could have seen your eyes, he was certain you would have rolled them.
“I noticed something today,” she frowned, continuing their conversation. “Something else I should probably apologise for.”
Now Jeff was frowning, “What is it?”
“I realised how little I show you that I love you.”
Jeff scoffed, moving his arm out of your hold and forcing you to sit up. Your eyes lock on his and there was disbelief in them, “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “You think that just because you don’t hold my hand in school or want to kiss me around these people that I can’t tell that you love me?”
You were confused, not understanding his point.
“(Y/N),” he groaned, gripping your chin between his fingers gently so you were still looking at him. “You show me how much you love me each time you look me in the eyes and each time you smile across the room, the love you express through the little things…that’s what matters. That’s what makes my heart race and my head go cloudy. I don’t need you to kiss me every time you see me or tell me in words you love me every other hour of the day. Okay?”
You nodded slowly, taking in his words.
“I love that our moments-are our moments. And that only I get to see that side of you. Don’t get me wrong, I loved how you were today just like how I love you are every other day. I love you. Every part of you and you shouldn’t be thinking that it’s not enough. Because you’re more than enough.”
Your hands grip his shoulders and you tug him towards you, kissing him like you had never done before in public, suddenly grateful that the library was relatively empty. Jeff’s hands found their way around your waist as yours trailed along his chest and down his sides-the kiss never once breaking.
Finally pulling apart, you smiled shyly, leaving one hand on his hip as the other made its way to the side of his face. “I love you, too,” you whispered. “And thank you.”
Okay, another prompt is here! Sorry for not updating sooner, it’s a long fic once again lol! It is sad, angsty (I was listening to a lot of Placebo while writing so yeah) and it turns hot and heavy close to the end but then some fluff concludes it; basically it has it all! :P Warning for mentions of violence, mild language and sexual themes. I hope you like it darlings and you don’t mind that I combined your awesome prompt ideas! Thank you so much for requesting! And to the rest of you, enjoy! <3
A small summary to tie the three prompts together: After an abrupt break up, Betty is left broken and confused by Jughead’s sudden behavior. Once finding out that he had joined the infamous gang of their small town, the Southside Serpents, Betty sets her mind to sneak into their lair with the only way she knows best. Along with the help of a sudden ally that she comes across on the way, they vow to save Jughead’s soul at all costs.
(The long dialog in italics is a flashback)
“Stars hide your
Let not light see my black and
The eye wink at the hand, yet
let that be
Which the eye fears, when it
is done, to see…”
The black velvet of yet another eerie night had spread
over the small town of Riverdale, the otherwise picturesque scenery of the
alight sky now fearful and pitch black, an ominous sign and a bloodcurdling
setting. It coordinated with her jet leather attire, her raven hair and the
ghastly temperament that oozed from the cold-blooded sound of heels against
dirty and wet asphalt. “Stars hide your
fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires…” Every click of
stiletto punctuated each word her mind whispered on a loop to the depths of her
subconscious, green eyes shining deadly through the darkness, like those of a
wolf in hunt for its prey.
If anyone were to run into her on the street, they
wouldn’t recognize her; nothing tied her with the image of the nonpareil
younger daughter of the Cooper clan. Betty Cooper was dead, locked in the
comfort of lavender and chamomile amongst collared sweaters and preppy knitted
cardigans. For how long it was yet to be decided but, for tonight, the
golden-hearted girl that everyone left behind was put to sleep under the
naivety of false ambition and hopeless dreams. Her alter ago was there to deal
with the mess the tedious angelic spectrum of her character always seemed to
It wasn’t the first time he’d thrown himself in the
line of fire to protect her, and while Ladybug was always grateful to have
someone always looking out for her, she couldn’t help but worry that one day
irreparable damage would be done to him and she would be without her partner.
Chat Noir was reckless and often in peril, and most
of the time it was because he was covering for her in one way or another. As
years of their partnership went on, her fear of losing him built up over time. The
only thing she could do was build a dam over the river that was her feelings on
the matter, because she knew Chat Noir only wanted to protect her, and she
couldn’t fault him for that.
Today’s akuma attack, where she actually saw a sword go through her partner’s stomach,
broke that dam in one fell swoop.
It all spilled out and she completely freaked out,
and when Marinette freaked out she lost sight of everything and anything in her
immediate vicinity, and it was by sheer luck that she had her freak-out in a
completely secluded area with only Chat Noir as witness.
It’s here! The first part of “Our Girl” is here! This is a Dean x Reader x Sam series.
Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous) Words: 1076
A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away! A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)
Sam!” you and Dean both yelled from where the two of you were perched in bed.
You had a bowl full of a mix of snacks made into a kind of trail mix. Dean had
the drinks lined up for the three of you. Sam was in charge of the milkshakes
you had requested. And he was taking too long for your and Dean’s liking.
Sam laughed, walking into the room with the three milkshakes, “You two are so
yeah,” you grinned up at him.
Sam put the
milkshakes on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to you, “What are we
watching?” he asked.
Y/N’s turn to pick,” Dean grumbled slightly.
laughed, “Which musical are we watching this time?” he asked, knowing your
movie taste well.
“She was seven years younger than me—the girl next door, extremely beautiful. We had five children together, but then one day everything just came to an end when she said, ‘I never loved you. I was faking it the whole time.“
this girl who happens to go to the same gym as I do. We usually get
there at the same time and everything. One day she saw me taking a scoop
of preworkout (PWO) and asked me what it was and after explaining it,
she asked if she could have some. Keep in mind I tend to take the labels
off everything. People are so judgmental of the stuff you take, so I
just take them off. I let her have a ¼ of scoop. She loved it. So
almost everyday she would ask me for some. Fine by me. Except one day…
I get to the gym and leave my bag by the squat rack where I usually
keep my stuff. I come back to her stretching and doing her usual
routine, and says, “I grabbed the powder stuff from your bag, hope you
“I do mind, dont do that, its my stuff. Plus I dont even have PWO anymore, it ran out and it hasnt came in yet.”
“Well I grabbed something, its the same color and everything, it just tasted different.”
She stormed out, panicking and said she has to go get tested, and schedule appts with her doctor.
It was when Fred was incredibly solemn upon his return to the Gryffindor Common Room one night that George figured that something was wrong with him. He had never seen Fred in a mood as bad as the one he was in, he was not interacting with anybody and struggled to smile; he even told George to “grow up” after he suggested pranking somebody. George needed to know why he was so upset and down in the dumps, so he took his brother to the Quidditch stands and sat in the stalls with him, just the two of them, and spoke to him.
She was presenting with Renee Ahedieh, so listening to them it might be hard to tell them apart. (Sarah talked a little quieter and so is a little more echoey/harder to hear.) But listening to their back and forth was really cool!
She didn’t really talk as much about her books as I wanted?? She talked more about herself, but it was a moderated panel, so that I guess was just what questions she was asked. Anyway, I tried to write out just about everything she said below for those without the time/ability to listen. Also, I only attended 2/3 sessions, but I believe @illyrian-bitch-queen attended all three, so you can ask her about the first one, or if she has anything else to add to these two!!
If she was in the Hunger Games, she would be the one who would work on pure “in your face intimidation.” Told a story about how in college she was crazy competitive in her badminton class that she had to take, while everyone was like “…. we’re just here bc we have to be”
Renee (and Sarah joining in) went on a rant about the inherent misogyny in the term “strong female character,” bc male characters can just be male characters, as opposed to having to make that designation of “strong.” Particularly discussed how much they loved Buffy (the character and all the other characters in the show) because of how many different types of female strength it celebrated. Also said that Katara is similar in that she doesn’t sacrifice love of fashion/clothing for badassery.
Talked about how she cried in front of Tamora Pierce when they met (they were on a panel together) because of how important Tamora Pierce was to her personally and also in opening up the industry to female-led fantasy novels. (”We stand on her shoulders”)
Dorian would be the one with the largest instagram following, because he would have all the shirtless book/bed selfies and dog photos and such. Rhys would also have a huge following, but it would be less cultivated, not really selfies, but would post a lot of pictures of Feyre’s work, with a glimpse of “his eight-pack” or “a muscular thigh.” Aedion would be the one with all the workout selfies.
Just turned in second to last passthrough for ToD, in which she looks specifically at the sentences, grammar and style and such.
(At the end of the first session/first recording, Sarah devolves into freaking about about the hot South Korean bodyguard, which Renee mentioned. I hadn’t heard of this, but it’s here for those interested.)
Fave YA OTPs: Karou/Akiva from Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Shazi/Khalid from the Wrath and the Dawn, and Alina/Darkling from the Grisha Trilogy
How she chooses names: sometimes she just likes the sound/look of it, sometimes she looks up names that mean “’hot sexy warrior’ in Greek”
Would go back to the Library of Alexandria for a day if she could
Favorite fictional villain: Umbridge from Harry Potter
Moderator: “What do you do in your spare time?” SJM: “I don’t have spare time” (continues that jk, she mostly just sits on the couch wrapped in blankets, watching TV. Won’t shower for days at a time.)
Met Alex Skarsgard. Shook his hand. Immediately turned around and licked her hand. (I felt the second hand embarrassment at this one lol.)
Last parting words to her fans: make every day count, enjoy being you, never let anyone put down you and your interests or dreams or ideas. Live in the moment. Seize the day.