just got home from this game

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Like any terrorist, she has a list of demands and it’s funny how many have been met. She has to get what Jen got: Family vacation ✔️ Thanksgiving ✔️ Coachella ✔️ Cooking at home with friends ✔️ But just to point out, Lanchen was cooking too AND was actually wearing Josh’s sweatshirt. So with the parameters we get of what a “real” relationship should be, Lanchen must be the girlfriend. I told you I was worried about Blake and Lanchen. REDACTED kills all love. She’s the angel of death. In the meantime, the other fauxmance leech shows just how old he is by reminiscing about an obscure, totally-uncool video game from 1982. He was playing archaic video games alone in his basement on his Commodore 64 a whole eight years before Karen Lawrence was even pregnant with Jennifer. When Jen was getting ready for her first day of kindergarten, Darregg was drinking beer alone in his freshman dorm at Harvard. But whatever, it must all be true love! #Relationshipgoals!

Originally posted by theremina

the whole of ourselves

I had on a waist apron and a makeshift ice cream man hat from In-N-Out burger covered in red felt. A bow tie under my neck was hanging lose in order to be seen from under my beard. Glitter on my white shirt, on my jeans, speckled across my eyelids and in my hair already turning gray.

The bowling alley was basically dead. We took an alley smashed against another party, albeit the amount of open alleys. We were a motley crew of an ice cream cone, Canadian bacon, French toast. I cannot remember much about the Uber ride there, or the Uber ride back. But I do remember that my body was in a constant state of leaning. I lost that one game, as my body couldn’t stop from turning right on each bowl.

We got home and it was a chore just to stay awake. We cued up an episode of Black Mirror and at two in the morning ate candy to stay cognizant. I regretted every drip of beer, whiskey in my body. I wanted to hug the bed with all of my might, never to wake up, transport to a world of black and sheep and lavender smells.

But I woke up all the same and wanted a woman’s body. I reached out and touched her, through foggy eyes and worn limbs. Our guests were in the room adjacent so with the fire extinguished, I turned back into human and shed my animal skin on the floor.

The gods gave us rain. I saw it as puddles around the door step, collecting around stopped up drains. With the world wet I was a full smile. Each raindrop was 20 below and it made me shiver, but it was beautiful. I wanted to be out in it and at the same time, away from it, watching from a distance, becoming each drop while it smashed on the concrete.

I do think of shattering sometimes, becoming something bigger by disintegrating. I don’t think it is a terrible thing, but it is a very black thought. To lose focus of that one pain by distributing it throughout my entire body… small pieces take up less mass than the whole of ourselves, don’t they?

Auction AU Part 2


Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 

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    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-

   “Hi!”

   -person.

   “Uh, hi.”

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OK… I’m honestly not trying to start a petty argument here, but I just want to put forward some strong evidence in the game that Guzma did not have the best home life/was abused. 

I’ve seen posts saying it’s just “Tumblr trying to justify a character’s bad actions and turn him into a sweetie not responsible for his wrongdoings”. While I wouldn’t go that far, I personally believe Guzma is repeating the cycle of abuse he grew up with, but is on the right road to change by the end of the game.

I’m not that good at proving a point, but let’s give this a shot.

This is one of the more controversial conversations. The claim about Guzma’s father supposedly saying he beat Guzma “black and blue” in the Japanese version has been proven false, so let’s stop talking about that and stick with what we have.

I am not the only one who felt uncomfortable after reading this conversation you have with his dad. “I tried to set that boy of mine straight, but when I did, I was the one who got beat…” implies to me that Guzma’s father went at Guzma with violence to “set him straight”, but Guzma fought back.

A few people claim he’s probably talking about a Pokemon battle, but doesn’t it seem odd that Guzma’s father wouldn’t outright say that, then? Instead Game Freak went with this dialogue, which implies something darker?

Also… Doesn’t where the golf clubs are placed looked deliberate? They’re right there in the background when you speak to Guzma’s dad, like you’re intended to check them out next…

Just what on earth has Guzma’s dad been doing to cause that much damage to his clubs that some are outright broken? These are NOT Guzma’s golf clubs; all of Guzma’s stuff is covered in dust. It’s a popular theory, one that I support, that Guzma’s dad flat out hit him with these clubs.

Also… More than likely Guzma’s glasses are bent to look like a sun and moon to go along with the game title, but with if one of the lenses got bent during an altercation with his dad and he just left it like that? Just a thought. 

Of course, there’s this infamous line:

Guzma says this over and over again after you beat him while tugging at his hair. Most likely he’s remembering all the times his father said this to him whenever he screwed up and is just repeating it that it’s become a habit.

So… Guzma ran away from home after his dad tried to “set him straight” and every time you see him he’s very aggressive and violent. Even the Grunts are scared of his outbursts. 

Not knowing what else to do when he’s upset, Guzma mimics what his dad did to him and take out his anger on whatever’s around him. How much you want to bet Guzma is the reason why that chandelier’s on the ground? I’m sure some Grunts have felt his wrath personally as well.

Look at what Guzma says post game after you battle him:

I don’t think it’s a stretch to believe he’s saying “Beating people down is all I know!” because that’s how he was taught, through example, how to solve problems and maintain authority.

Guzma is so starved for some recognition and positive attention from someone older that he easily becomes charmed by Lusamine and is basically her lapdog, willing to do whatever she says for a pat on the head and a “Good job”.

I’ve seen other people ask why Guzma would go home again after all this if he was abused. Here’s my question: Where else is he supposed to go? He disbanded Team Skull; wouldn’t going back to Shady House be a bit awkward because of that? He’s going back to the only place he can.

Notice his dad’s dialogue does NOT change post game. It’s his mother’s that does and she’s the one Guzma entrusts with his favorite TM to give you. I think this makes it pretty clear that it was Guzma’s dad that was the abuser while his mother tried to ignore it or had her head in the clouds. She dismisses all the bad things Guzma has done as “lies”, so it isn’t a stretch to think she turns a blind eye to what her husband did to Guzma as well.

So no, in the English version, at least, nothing is ever outright said that Guzma grew up an abusive home but wow are the implications ever there!

With Lusamine outright being outed as being a terrible person/mother it’s not hard to believe they’d put in another character like this as well that suffered parental neglect.

…Just my two cents. It’s of course up for debate but this is my take. 

Synesthasia

They called it The Sight, in the whisper soft conversation outside the darkroom or in the iron-guarded walls of the metal shop. The ways to peel back the glamours that wind around them and see what should not be seen. But my senses have always been a bit crossed, and what maybe should have manifested in silver tracework and parted veils just… never did.

I’ve never seen the fae beneath their glamour. These eyes weren’t made for anything beyond the mundane.

But I’ve smelled them.

I’ve tasted the loam and pollen and salt in the way light glints off their smile.

I’ve felt, cold against my palms, their laughter and their mirth.

I’ve heard the electric crackle of their confusion, and the shattering glass dischord of their triumph.

On cold nights, buried in blankets and furs to fight off the last lingering remnants of winter chill, I’ve played guessing games with myself. Are the girls across the hall burning incense or did the changeling downstairs bring someone home? Are the songbirds who took up residence outside my window trilling a few late night messages or did someone’s eyes and eyes and eyes catch just right in the moonlight? Did my arm fall asleep from laying on it wrong, or are there eyes watching through the window again, and now I have to get up again and triple check that there’s still a few iron nails on my window sill and that my washer-strung necklace got left over the doorknob and that the ramen flavor packets I’ve saved up haven’t been knocked off the four posts of my bed…

It was curious, and then it was frightening, and then it was boring. I learned not to eat lunch on the front lawn, because the laughter of the boys playing ball out there made my teeth ache and my tongue flood with lemon. I learned how to identify them by sight, or smell, or at worst case touch, by the music that started echoing in my ears. 

It was a good tool. Useful, beautiful more often than not.

And when I found them, the one with a voice like honey and gravel and a smell like the deepest safest forest, I couldn’t see but could feel the curve of great arching horns over their head and the curl of a tail against my leg. I traded a picture for a story, and drew them while they told it, and when the exchange was made they stared at the creature I’d drawn, curling fur and light hooves and goat-slit pupils curled up in delight, like they were seeing a ghost.
“The colors are wrong,” they said at last. I didn’t respond, but I worried I’d stepped too far, shown too many of my cards. “I like them,” they murmured, and leaned forward to peck a kiss on my nose. “Don’t die, sweet thing.” They turned and left, the smell of honeydew and lavender still curling in my nose, and in that moment I would have given anything to see them true, the shift and curl of their too many limbs as they walked, the glint of light off smooth horns.

They gave me a ream of origami paper, I sang them the sounds of the texture of their skin.

They gave me a marble paper weight, I gave them a chunk of wood carved to the texture of their smile.

They gave me a flower that bloomed in starlight, I mixed soaps from a trip to Lush until I could mimic the smell of their embrace.

I gave them a kiss and they offered me sight, and they tasted like hope and home, and I couldn’t have said no if I’d wanted.



You shouldn’t let the fae see you have the sight or they’ll scratch your eyes out.
When the perception’s not in your eyes they have to get more creative.

anonymous asked:

HIHIHIHI I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THE NEIGHBOR!WONHO AU can u plsplspls write one for changkyun when u have some free time?? i love you thank you!! 💝💝💝

find wonho (here) , jooheon (here), kihyun (here) & shownu (here)

  • has,,,,,,,,,,a lot of weird stuff in his apartment
  • like there isn’t a coherent thing going on,,,,,,movie posters,,,,,anime posters,,,,,,random photos of him and his friends,,,,,a dart board???? a do-it-yourself science kit??? random candles everywhere???,,,,,,are those his headphones,,,,,,ontop of a teddy bear,,,,,ontop of the tv,,,,,,, that’s not on a stand but balancing on a pile of old phonebooks,,,,,what
  • but like???? aside from the fact that his place looks like the inside of a thrift shop it’s not like ???? weird it fits changkyun’s personality 
  • he always has cool stories behind everything he owns and he’s like “oh yeah i got that stuffed bunny foot from my dad when he was abroad in-” 
  • he’s a very,,,,interesting person
  • plays music and dances with his whole body to it and the neighbors can see through the window and they’re just like,,,,,that one is so full of energy,,,,,,
  • probably hangs upside down off his couch when playing games and eating chips which never ends up good,,,,,,,shownu has told him three hundred times eating upside down is : a bad idea
  • owns a neon orange track suit he wears at home, slides on his floors in his socks, barely cooks his ramen through who knows how he’s lived this long
  • and you know changkyun because,,,,,,you’re both part of a weekly board game club that meets at his place
  • you guys started off playing monoply but it changes every week ,,,,, and it’s not even like a club you’re all just neighbors who like playing games so why not
  • and by you all,,,,it’s you, changkyun, minhyuk, and kihyun
  • and you meet on thursday nights and as you’re waiting with changkyun for the other two changkyun gets a text about minhyuk needing to take kihyun to the ER because of a nose bleed
  • and ur like holy hell??? should we go with him????
  • and changkyun is about to ask when minhyuk sends a texts that’s like “kihyun said don’t come because he’s embarrassed”
  • and you and changkyun are like that’s a bit Dramatic but ok and you’re like “well we can’t play operation with just two people that’d be boring” and changkyun is like true,,,,,,,,,,but i even ordered pizza already ,,,,
  • and you’re like “alright let’s pick something else,,, something for two people,,,,?” and changkyun’s like what about would you rather and you’re like deal 
  • and it’s the usual you know,,,,would you rather eat disgusting thing a or disgusting thing b,,,,,,,would you rather tell kihyun he can’t sing or minhyuk he can’t dance,,,,,,,,,,would you rather get to see ur favorite idol and spend the whole day with them but then never see them again or never get to be alone with your idol but still get to see them
  • you know,,,,,the basics of stuff like that
  • and when the pizza comes you go to open the door but you’re like right changkyun !!!!! do you have the money????
  • and you’re like “one sec!!” and the delivery guy is like “your boyfriend’s paying for tonights pizza date i see?” and you’re like doing a double take because woah what
  • and changkyun comes over, in his freaking neon orange tracksuit, and is like “here you go!” and the delivery guy is like “you two make a cute couple”
  • and you look up at changkyun who looks down at you
  • and the dude hands back your change is like “have a good date!”
  • and is off and you’re standing there about to drop this damn pizza box
  • and changkyun is like uh,,,,,oh,,,,,,i,,,,,,,uh,,,,,,
  • and you guys ends up sitting on his living room, the box separating you two 
  • and it’s just,,,,,,,,,,,Quiet,,,,,,,
  • but in your head it’s 4435234 thoughts racing because ok what do you like changkyun? he’s cool and funny? you both joke around with each other and are sarcastic? he looks pretty freaking adorable even in crazy, bright orange 
  • and changkyun’s thinking the same thing like does he like you? you’re so cute when you laugh? did he just notice that or has he been thinking that for a long time?
  • and finally you swallow and you’re like “changkyun,,,,,would you rather-”
  • and he looks up and you’re like putting a hand on the pizza box and you’re like “would you rather eat this pizza and i get out of here before this gets awkward or ,,,,,,,,,,,, would you rather,,,,,,,,,kiss me?”
  • and he’s like wide eyes, open mouth staring at you and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,just pick one alreaDY
  • and he moves the box out of the way, and literally takes you up on the latter with a kiss that seems way  W AAAAA Y overdue
  • and it’s,,,,,somehow,,,,,,,,,,,right like it should be odd, but it’s not,,,,,
  • and you’re kissing him back and it’s,,,nice you  know
  • until he pulls back and is like “this is great, but the pizza is going to get cold-”
  • and you’re like hitting his arm like WOW i love your priorities,,,but also he’s right let’s eat the pizza
  • a couple of days later, as you and changkyun get settled into well,,,,,dating
  • you see a photo minhyuk posted on thursday night on insta and???? he’s not at the ER what the hell???? him and kihyun went to the pc bang???????????
  • minhyuk: yeah, we thought leaving you and changkyun alone would do good. and it did. high five me kihyun

//HI HI HELLO!! Since i rlly love u all for sticking w/ me, i’ve been working on this: A Boss Dating Sim!! wait, more like a visual novel lol. now ur wet dreams w/ boss can finally come tru ;^) 

ft.@ask-blind-artie bc Daddy just loves him xD, he gotta be part of this game too :3c he’ll play a major role too ahaha

sorry if the characters weren’t colored;; this was a rushed project bc i was excited to show u all this ehe ;//w//;;

below are some instructions to download it and some guidelines, oh and the link to the game. to make sure u guys read the important stuff below lol

happy playin ^^!

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a concept: neil josten becoming obsessed with sunglasses so all the foxes buy him a pair whenever they’re out. they range from black aviators from allison to bright pink gas station sunglasses from nicky. andrew thinks the whole thing is stupid until one day he finds a pair with little cat designs on the frames. when he comes home and tosses them at neil with a muttered “230%”, neil smiles and adds them to his collection. they are also not so secretly his favorite pair.

Moving Business? Mafia!au

Originally posted by toughchim

(gif is so big my lord)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au 

Summary: Only a few days after proposing to you, you finally find out what Taehyung’s real job was all along after going into his private office.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

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You hadn’t meant to see the files, you were passing by his office when you his dirty dishes, he wasn’t home and you were now engaged you doubted he would care if you went in for a few seconds to clean up a wee bit. You had grabbed the glasses and plates off his desk and as you picked up the last plate and adding it to the small stack resting in one hand you saw the file with someones picture crossed out with a black sharpie.

You were confused and curious, Taehyung and you had been together for a while by this point and the most you knew was he was apart of some sort of moving business, the last time you had asked too much he got quite upset and then calmed down and asked you to never ask about it. You had even met a few of his colleagues who all seemed nice enough. However this file that was now just sitting here made you wonder. You did as you originally planned and put all the dishes in the kitchen and moved back into Taehyung’s office, you didn’t normally pry but he knew nearly everything about you but as you stood reading the file you truly realized how little you knew about the man you were going to marry.

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10 Years Later Paladin HCs

my gf @lady11tea has been a little down in the dumps recently so i made her these hcs of how i picture the paladins of voltron being years later, post war which are pretty must based off of random hcs we made previously that you can look at here for stuff to make sense, i guess. feel free to add on

  • at age 27, keith’s hair has grown out a little longer kinda like in this post here by @chocozebra. he rocks a side ponytail, pidge and lance forever call it the anime mom hairstyle of death but keith ain’t planning on dying until he’s past his 90s. has chilled out since he was a teen, but he still has a short temper and a blunt way of talking that might piss people off when he starts talking to them. is an early bird
  • at age 27, good ol’ lance hasn’t changed much aside from the toned muscles, the stubble on his chin, and the fact he let his bangs grow longer. sleeps in most days and his face? baby smooth because skin care, he ain’t stoppin the skin care routine now that he’s almost 30
    • got considerably closer when shiro disappeared and all and post!space war, they were just ‘bros who kept in touch’ almost every day after getting adjusted to being home. some time in, lance invited keith over to meet his family ‘as just bros’ and the rest is history
    • these two dorks have been married for a while now and have a 5 month old daughter. They named her ursa and she’s that perfect mix of genes so they are pleased parents. wavy black hair, light brown skin, violet eyes. nickname: ursa bear (which is hilarious to them because it’s just saying ‘bear’ twice). between the 2 of them, lance is the better cook and keith is that parent who only wants their kid eating organic baby food
    • ursa was born deaf. they figured out when she was 3 months old and since then, lance and keith have slowly been getting the hang of asl and have been signing as much as they can in front of her in order for her to have it in her environment as she grows up. the tv permanently has it’s closed captions on. they read to her in asl
    • they live in one of those duo work/home situations. first floor is the shop, second floor is home sweet home. they own a flower shop, super big surprise. they have a delivery truck (no keith, we cannot use a motorcycle to deliver flowers). they usually take turns with managing the store front and being the one to deliver plants. if it’s nap time, ursa’s upstairs napping but if she’s awake, she’s usually in the baby sling while her dads work.
    • have a ton of photo albums and photos around the house portion of their home. lance’s childhood photos, the few childhood photos keith was able to save, some paladin!voltron photos (their last photo of being paladins is a tearjerker for lance), wedding photos, honeymoon pictures, pictures of ursa
    • retired from being paladins, lance and keith now own 2 cats they affectionately named red and blue
    • because lance and keith are on some corny next level shit, they both have this tattoo of the voltron symbol in between their shoulder blades but lance’s is red and keith wanted his to be blue
  • at age 27, hunk –in the words of lance mcclain– has gotten hotter. (”my dude, you’ve always been hot but jeeeeesus you got hotter. how?!” “LANCE” “keith, darling, sweetie, you’re still hot too”)  he’s got this full face stubble beard going on, long hair he keeps up in a ponytail, he still has that awesome headband, eyebrow game still on fleek, same big and friendly smile, sweet chocolate brown eyes
    • post!war, hunk got a huge home welcome from family and friends in the neighborhood. he missed his folks big time and had enough space adventures for a few years because he just spent so much time in space, he doesn’t want to ever hear the word ‘space’ again. but 2 years post!space war, hunk ended up going back into space anyway because he wanted to show shay the universe (the big sap) (he is still a sarcastic sass master tho)
    • since his return he and shay are happily married now. interspecies relationships are slowly happening since the whole ‘aliens reveal’ to everyone on earth. it doesn’t matter if his wife is technically a really tall rock. did hunk ask for all that information? NOPE, SO SHUT YOUR FACE. he lives pretty nearby lance and keith’s place
    • in the process of intergalactic adoption, hunk and shay already have one adopted 13 year old they adore and love with a gentle but firm upbringing. her name’s tess and she constantly brags about being blessed with the sweetest parents ever. she’s got dark hair, dark skin, glasses, finally convinced hunk and shay to let her shave at least a portion of the side of her head because FASHION, and likes to make jewellery and wants to make it an actual occupation in life
      • her uncle lance is her godfather and he spoils her a lot with jewellery making kits
    • is a part time model (fight me on this. model!hunk is my life)
    • but the modeling has to be part time because hunk is now the owner of really successful restaurant that serves combinations of earth and alien style cuisine cuz you already know that hunk was all over inventing new recipes as the years passed by. yes, sal from vrepit sal’s work there. hunk is basically gordon ramsey in his kitchen
    • like lance and keith he has a voltron tattoo in between his shoulder blades, but his is actually yellow because he can colour coordinate with his old lion
  • at age 24, pidge is still short but she’s happily single and aro-ace af. #noparentalstress. her hair is back to it’s original length from before she cut it to sneak into the garrison to keep it out the way while she works, but she’s been contemplating cutting it short again. 
    • definitely had a good, emotional but happy reunion with her dad, mom, and matt. she finally has her family back and she isn’t ever losing them again. and it’s safe to say that matt and sam are taking a long deserved break from space at the moment
    • remember the olkarians? pidge eventually went back to them as a sort of intergalactic exchange student because holy hell have you see that tech? as if pidge was going to miss the opportunity to learn more about it!!!
    • now the olkarians have an institute on earth and pidge works there as a researcher along side her dad and brother, so she can’t visit her old buddies as much (but hey, she can visit more than shiro). so to fill in the time gaps, she gets a lot of calls from them to make sure she isn’t overworking her self, they enjoy face timing, and will stream crap on rabbit if she isn’t too busy (and sequentially complain about rabbit BECAUSE WE WERE TRYING TO WATCH THE BEE MOVIE AND RABBIT JUST WANTS TO START PLAYING GAMES WITH PEOPLE)
    • but despite being busy, pidge tries to make it back for important and special events like hunk and shay’s wedding, lance and keith’s wedding, she was forced to dance at both weddings. there was no escaping it
    • she may be 24 now, but everyone still calls her the baby gremlin of the group and she wants to fight them
    • has a green version of the voltron tattoo the squad seems to be rocking nowadays
  • TYL!Shiro is still technically the oldest at 35 and is now a diplomat working aside coran and allura in the castle.
    • post!war, shiro spent a long, long time on earth recovering from past experiences and trying to get his ptsd to settle. ofc it never completely went away (and everyone else has their own little problems they are dealing with), but he’s a lot better from how he was 10 years ago
    • funny enough, when the offer to become diplomats came up, shiro decided to take the job (the others suspect it had to do with the time he went awol at the end of that dramatic battle with zarkon and now he wants to make up for lost time by helping build bridges between the planets)
    • it is also a suspected theory that he and allura are getting closer because he’s been actually calling her ‘allura’ instead of ‘princess’ and she has been calling him ‘takashi’. pidge would also like to add the fact that the amount of times she has caught matt face timing with allura and shiro is suspicious af and apparently matt brought up going into space sooooooo everyone has their eyes on that
    • everyone would like to say that shiro’s sense of fashion got better over the years, but tbh the only reason he looks good a majority of the time is because of the altean diplomacy clothes he has to wear. the guy still wears sweater vests. ew
    • shiro and hunk argued over who would be ursa’s godfather for the longest time and settled it with an arm wrestling match. hunk won and shiro is salty af and exclaims that hunk only one because shiro willingly gave hunk a handicap by not using his robot arm
    • has a black voltron tattoo in between his shoulder blades
    • his bangs are starting to regain colour again
    • is the butt of every leap year joke and he wants to fight everyone
  • allura the queen. she’s cut her hair shorter since then (shoulder length or short with shaved side of the head, the choice is yours my friend) and is still as beautiful as always because black don’t crack (me: *happily toots own horn*)
    • out of everyone, allura and coran have been the busiest of them all since the war ended because after a short break, allura and coran immediately jumped onto diplomacy missions (the first few bouts the paladins had to join in but things have chilled out since then)
    • earth took the hardest bit of works because damn humans are judgmental against anyone that doesn’t look even remotely close to them, but so far so good.
    • the galra still get the cold shoulder from time to time, but allura and coran have successfuly gotten them into the intergalactic alliance and are slowly helping the galra rebuild their own relationships with the universe little by little now that their dictatorship under zarkon and lotor is over with, plus haggar isn’t around with her druid magic anymore. she’s been jailed and magic free for a while now
    • allura is keeping all the lions on lock down in the castle now that balance has been restored to the universe
    • allura is currently engaging in a private relationship of her own with earthlings shiro and matt, but for now that is underwraps until they figure out a way to break things down to everyone as a big surprise (but little do they know that pidge has already been spilling tea on the side)
    • she can’t bring the castle down to visit everyone as much as she would like, but she does come for visits occasionally
  • coran, uncle friend extraordinaire, and much loved guy. still around and still lovable. may and or may not have changed his style but he still has his glorious mustache. he is still working by allura’s side however…
    • since the space war has ended he has published two books. one book is his autobiography, a bestseller really. and the other…. a cook book on making old altean dishes in order to keep the tradition alive. that book has untold horrors we will not mention *shudders*
    • since the first time, coran has had 4 more rounds with slipperies. has occasional denial on the subject. leave him alone.
    • he face times the paladins as much as possible, especially lance. lance calls coran the most. he and lance had a lot of bonding moments when lance got depressed and insecure in space and coran even found a planet that had rain like earths!!!! (years later, lance was able to do the same with the hot boiling rocks. he thought he and coran were going to die, but coran had fun)
    • with ursa being around, coran is learning more and more of this ‘hand language’ that the earthlings came up with and finds it fascinating. he is just now discovering that not all of the hand languages are the same and is making a point to learn all of them! *eye of the tiger plays in the bg*
    • coran is on the dating scene btw, but the only reason it has been going slow is because allura down right doesn’t approve of anyone dating her second dad. she has this very long list of requirements in order for you to date coran and lance is backing her up on this one because coran deserves the best
  • during the rare times allura, coran, and shiro are able to bring the castle down to earth, everyone literally puts everything on pause and comes to the castle (mostly because ‘guys, i see these giant flying lions coming over, should i be scared?) #dramaticpaladinandlionreunion
    • they’ll pack up, gather their spouses and kids (in the case of  three of them) and head on over to where the castle is located for a good mini vacation of talking about the good times, getting a little emotional about the bad times, how much things have changed, and enjoying each other’s company (”guys, remember how when we got back to earth the first thing we did was go back to the garrison because lance, hunk, pidge, and keith all wanted to punch iverson? classic”)
    • for old times sake, coran will make something and everyone will cringe as hunk pops into the kitchen to give coran a proper cooking lesson
    • they’ll dress up in their old armor and fight against the gladiator sim and see if they still got the moves like jagger. they often joke that shiro is an old man and needs to be careful before he throws his back out
    • will do the old training exercises from the mind meld to the invisible wall to the trust your lion’s eyes thing
      • man did they miss flying with their lions??
    • if they aren’t doing any of that and have the free time to break away, you already know they’ll be sitting in their lions catching up about everything that’s been going on in their lives and how so much has changed since then because the stuff going on in their lives now is the least likely thing they pictured back before all this voltron stuff happened but they wouldn’t change any of it
    • someone is usually crying when it’s all time to go their own separate ways and back to their daily lives. usually allura drops everyone off one by one
    • “we definitely have to do this again the next time you stop by”
    • everyone’s very happy with the way their lives has turned out since ten years ago

anonymous asked:

can I request nct neighbour au for jaehyun and mark just like the seventeen one? those are so good. but take your time :) thank you!

a lot of you wanted some more nct stuff on this blog, plus jaehyun’s birthday is tomorrow so!! take this as a little gift for the lovely boy of nct~ (and mark heh)

Jaehyun 

  • smiling sunshine, dimple angel of the apartment building that is so nice that he smiles at everyone and then ends up walking straight into the front door,,,,,,,jaehyun please looks where you’re going more often you clumsy kid
  • whenever he’s coming home, the kids from the nearby park will call out his name and ask him to join them
  • and if he has time you can find him holding a jump rope or helping one of the kids reach the basketball net
  • other times you can see him running down the straight, obviously late for his bus and trying to juggle his notebook, backpack, and phone
  • and he has this really childlike obliviousness about him,,,,,like he’s always just smiling and positive 
  • and if he does anything to embarrass himself he just laughs it off 
  • and if he meets a neighbor that might be in a bad mood, just talking with him usually makes people feel so comfortable and at ease,,,,,,he’s literally got a healing smile
  • keeps a lot of sports memorabilia in his apartment and it’s cute he like has the flag from his favorite national teams up on the wall and he invites people over to watch games with him
  • he likes to keep things clean, but his desk is always over piling with notebooks because he keeps forgetting them at home and then buying new ones to write in and in the end he ends with a huge stack on his desk that taeyong is always nagging about when he comes over
  •  but other than that,,,,,,it’s a really normal apartment and jaehyun never worries about like decorating or anything. he cooks for himself (decently) and so the only thing he spends money on is sports + groceries 
  • and you’re ,,,,,,,,,, not the best cook to put it lightly and you know jaehyun because whenever you bump into him at the grocery store he actually looks like he knows what he’s doing while you’re just like ???????!!!!!!!
  • and it’s like your third attempt at trying to make edible ramen,,,,that you just break one afternoon and you end up ringing jaehyun’s doorbell and when he opens the door you’re like “Save Me”
  • and he’s like “???? IS THERE A FIRE??? ARE YOU GETTING ROBBED? ILL CALL-”
  • and you just put the packet of ramen in his hand and you’re like “i suck,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,at Cooking”
  • it takes him a second but he burst out into that heavenly laughter and is like “so you need help?” and you’re like “please,,,,,,im so hungry” and he’s like “ok, ramen is easy. i can teach you in no time”
  • and you stand beside him as he boils the water like an expert and tears open the ramen and he’s telling you about how you should add in other things aside from flavor packets, like maybe vegetables or spices
  • and he’s doing this so effortlessly and in your head you’re like: how
  • but then also you peek up and you see how relaxed and happy he looks
  • the handsome set of his jaw, the way his eyes are a soft chocolate brown 
  • and you realize only when he goes “almost done” that you’ve spent the last five minutes staring at him and not paying attention
  • and you’re like “o-oh yay!” and jaehyun invites you to try it with him
  • and he dips the spoon in and carefully blows on it before offering it to you and you want to take the spoon
  • but he’s like “i can feed you!” 
  • completely oblivious to how he’s making your heart race and you taste it and ofc, it’s amazing and you’re like “how are you so good at everything??” and jaehyun’s like “im not good at EVERYTHING” but you’re like
  • “well you’re good at sports, cooking, and you’re cute that’s basically everything-”
  • and jaehyun grins but then his eyes widen a bit and he’s like “pardon me, but did you just say cute?”
  • and you’re like OH mY G OD ,,,,,,,, i did,,,,,,,,,and you’re like “WELL ILL BE GOING NOW”
  • but jaehyun is like “wait we should eat this ramen together-”
  • and you’re like dkjsfkdlf thank you for teaching me,,,,,i made a fool of myself i must go,,,,,,,,,,
  • but jaehyun’s face softens and he’s like “i think you’re cute too, so stay and have some ramen?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,w,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,but also how can you say no to him and so you sit down beside him and he pours some ramen into a bowl for you
  • and as you’re sitting you’re trying not to blush TOO much
  • while jaehyun’s just thinking to himself,,,,,,that if if two cute people cook ramen together, does the ramen also become cuter?????? whatever, he just hopes he can cook with you sometime again soon~~~

Mark

  • always has someone over at his place because his hyungs don’t trust him living alone 
  • taeyong is basically his damn roommate
  • he doesn’t spend too much time at home so he never has the opportunity to make it messy, except if he has like haechan over,,,,,,then he ends up with something from his closet missing and like half his supply of snacks. gone
  • he has like one poster on his wall of his favorite Canadian hockey player and it’s important to him because his brother sent it over when mark moved,,,,,,taeyong is like “it’s crooked” whenever he sees it but mark is like “hyung,,,,,,,it’s the sentiment that counts.”
  • sleeps just about anywhere in his apartment,,,,,,,like most people go to sleep in their bed but mark just knocks out where-ever. the couch, the floor, the kitchen table, while he’s brushing his teeth,,,,,,he just lives a very hectic life
  • his refrigerator gets covered in polaroids that jisung and jeno insist he put up and mark isn’t one for decorating, but he lets his younger friends do whatever because like why not 
  •  he gets nagged on by them for being “boring” but mark is like i just don’t have time to do anything ????? i barely had time to eat my morning bagel???? 
  • you think mark is really cute, ever since you moved in down the hall but like????? all the other neighbors are always like “we don’t know anything about him because he’s never around.” and you kind of get sad
  • because you get a glimpse of him like every two weeks and even then you can’t even properly introduce yourself because he’s either running out of the building or talking with a friend whose coming over
  • and you know,,,,,it’s not like you’re going to try and press the issue. you just smile whenever you two happen to pass each other even in those three seconds of interaction
  • and mark always smiles back,,,,,,,,,,,because he’s sweet
  • and you don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or just confusion but you hear someone trying to unlock your door when day
  • and when you go over, you open up and you see mark - shocked to see you
  • and he’s like “why,,,,,,,,are you in my apartment?” and you’re like “um,,,,,,,i live here. this is my apartment, you’re over there down the hall.”
  • and mark blinks and looks at his key and then at you and he’s like “thaT’S WHY it must have not opened up??? i kept putting my key in but it wouldn’t turn!!!”
  • and you laugh into your hand and you’re like “yeah, that’s probably why” and mark apologizes and you’re like don’t worry but then you’re like,,,,,,this is my only chance to ever talk to him so you’re like
  • “we haven’t ever,,,,,introduced ourselves but im your neighbor!” and you tell him your name and age and he grins and tells you his age and you guys just chat for a bit
  • and then out of nowhere he goes “you don’t have any chips do you?” and you’re like “i do, why?” and he’s like “i wanted to buy some on my way home, but i totally forgot and i just remembered because the hockey game is on later tonight and a friend of mine ate all my snacks the last time he was over”
  • with that mark rolls his eyes and mumbles haechan’s name but you’re like “oh, ill give you mine! hockey sounds fun - ive always wanted to learn more about it”
  • and mark perks up and he’s like “im from canada, hockey is like religion to us!! you should come over and watch the gam-”
  • but he stops himself and reddens and is like “it must be creepy for me to just ask like that, like who’d just come over to watch a game with a stranger haha”
  • but you shake your head and you’re like “i’d love to!”
  • and you get your chips and that’s how you end up sitting on mark’s couch, mark pointing to the players on the TV and explaining positions and goals and soon enough the two of you are literally sitting on the rug, nose in the TV, watching the game so intently and sharing chips
  • and when the team scores, you and mark burst into cheers like you’re literally in the rink with the fans
  • and you’re high-fiving each other and grinning  
  • but also,,,,,,,once you look into each others eyes there’s a little hint of embarrassment because,,,,,,, you guys are still new to each other but also like ,,,,,,,,,, interested in each other
  • and neither of you says anything
  • until the door opens and in walks doyoung whose like “oops am i interrupting a date?”
  • you and mark: A WHAT NOW 
Everything Two-Bit Mathews says in the book.

“Nup. They got away this time, the dirty…”

“Nice-lookin’ bruise you got there, kid.

“Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough.”

“Next time get one of us to go with you, Ponyboy. Any of us will.”

“I was plannin’ on getting boozed up tomorrow night. If I don’t, I’ll walk over and find y'all.”

“Okay, greasers, you’ve had it.”

“Who’s this, your great-aunts?”

“Sorry, kid. I forgot.”

“Shoot. You’re ninety-six if you’re a day.”

“Brother, you’re a sharp one. Where’d you two ever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny?”

“Five. They don’t talk Arabian, I don’t think. Say somethin’ in Arabian, Johnnycake.”

“Hey, where is ol’ Dally, anyways?”

“He’ll probably find the fight. That’s why I came over. Mr. Timothy Shepherd and Co. are looking for whoever so kindly slashed their car’s tires, and since Mr. Curly Shepherd spotted Dallas doing it…well…Does Dally have a blade?”

“Good. Tim’ll fight fair if Dally don’t pull a blade on him. Dally shouldn’t have any trouble.”

“A fair fight isn’t rough. Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin fighting isn’t rough. It blows off steam better than anything. There’s nothing wrong with throwing a few punches. Socs are rough. They gang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasers usually stick together, but when we do fight among ourselves, it’s a fair fight between two. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, ‘cause slashed tires ain’t no joke when that was his fault. Our one rule, besides Stick together, is Don’t get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Either way there’s not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard’s. If we needed them tomorrow they’d show. If Tim beats Dally’s head in, and then tomorrow asks us for help in a rumble, we’ll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat.”

“You dig okay, baby. Anyone want a weed?”

“Me, too. Get Johnny some, too. I’m buyin.”

“You must make such interestin’ conversation, you keepin’ your mouth shut and Johnny not sayin’ anything.”

“Who is it? The F.B.I.?”

“And a few other of the socially elite checkered shirt-set.”

“Who’s acting? I’m a natural normal.”

“Don’t get mouthy, Ponyboy.”

“No…no, Ponyboy, that ain’t right…you got it wrong…”

“Shut your mouth, kid. If you wasn’t Soda’s kid brother I’d beat the tar out of you. You know better than to talk to Johnny like that.”

“He didn’t mean it Johnny.”

“Shut up talkin’ like that. We couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!”

“I know. The chips are always down when it’s our turn, but that’s the way things are. Like it or lump it.”

“Who you callin’ bums?”

“Then pity the back seat.”

“Why? We ain’t scared of them.”

“Well, those were two good-lookin’ girls if I ever saw any.”

“Marcia’s number. Probably a phony one, too. I must have been outa my mind to ask for it. I think I’m a little soused.”

“Y'all goin’ home?”

“I don’t know why I handed you that busted bottle. You’d never use it.”

“Gonna go play a little snooker and get hunt up a poker game. Maybe get rip-roarin’ drunk. I dunno. See y'all tomorrow.”

“Anybody home?” 

“Hey, Ponyboy. Long time no see.”

“Man, dig baldy here! I wouldn’t have believed it. I thought all the wild Indians in Oklahoma had been tamed. What little squaw’s got that tuff-lookin’ mop of yours, Ponyboy?”

“What I like is the ‘turn’ bit. Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn’t ‘turn’ all of a sudden.”

“No what?”

“Why is it very bad?”

“I’ll babysit him. I haven’t got anything better to do.”

“Work? And ruin my rep? I wouldn’t be babysittin’ the kid here if I knew of some good day-nursery open on Saturdays.”

“Holler uncle.”

“…anyway, I was walking around downtown and started to take this short cut through an alley…and I ran into three guys. I says ‘Howdy’ and they just look at each other. Then one says 'We would jump you but since you’re as slick as us we figure you don’t have nothin’ worth takin’.’ I says 'Buddy, that’s that truth’ and went right on. Moral: What’s the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley?”

“No, another social outcast!”

“This house ain’t messy. You oughtta see my house.”

“Shoot, kid, if I ever did that my mom would die of shock.”

“I would drive us, but the breaks are out on my car. Almost killed me and Kathy the other night. You oughtta see Kathy’s brother. Now there’s a hood. He’s so greasy he glides when he walks. He goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.”

“You know the rules. No jazz before the rumble.”

“Hey, Johnnykid.”

“They treatin’ you okay, kid?”

“Don’t talk. Just listen. We’ll bring you some hair grease next time. We’re havin’ the big rumble tonight.”

“It’s too bad you and Dally can’t be in it. It’s the first big rumble we’ve had—not countin’ the time we whipped Shepard’s outfit.”

“Tim Shepard?”

“Did you know you got your name in the paper for being a hero?”

“You want anything besides hair grease, kid?”

“Okay. Don’t y'all run off.”

“I wish it was any one of us except Johnny. We could all get along without anyone but Johnny.”

“No wonder he hates your guts.”

“Oh, lordy! He has to live with that.”

“We just left him. I don’t know about stuff like this…but…well, he seemed pretty bad to me. He passed out cold before we left him.”

“Yeah.”

“You feel okay? You’re awful hot.”

“All right. But Darry’ll kill me if you’re really sick and go ahead and fight anyway.”

“You know somethin? You’d think you could get away with murder, living with your big brother and all, but Darry’s stricter with you than your folks were, ain’t he?”

“You know, the only thing that keeps Darry from bein’ a Soc is us.”

“I never knew you to play chicken in a rumble before. Not even when you was a little kid.”

“Somethin’ is gonna happen. We’re gonna stomp the Socs’ guts, that’s what.”

“What’s up with the big-times?”

“You sure?”

“Thanks, Cherry.”

“Welup, I see we’re in prime condition for a rumble. Is everybody happy?”

“Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.”

“I jump greasers!”

“Shoot, everybody fights.”

“They’re running! Look at the dirty —— run!” (Ponyboy isn’t sure if Two-Bit says it or not, but we could count it as him.)

“So he finally broke. So even Dally has a breaking point.”

“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you? Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”

“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”

“What in the world are you doing?”

“You little sonofagun.”

“No, but that’s what I’m wishing was all that’s bothering me.”

Alone - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by stydia-mieczydiamartinski

warning: triggering content.

“Ma’am can you give me any insight on what happened?”
Sweetie, I know you’ve seen a lot tonight, but can you give a description of the man who came in and did this?”
“Any details you didn’t tell us?”

You just kept shaking your head, deputies, FBI Agents, a few reporters that got through the gates and pushed for information.  Somewhere along the line, you gave up on listening, just staring at the bloody carpet in front of you.  Your head still mulling over what just happened as you sat at the bottom of the staircase

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, except for the fact that your parents were home.  Being emissaries for Satomi’s pack, they were often not home for long periods of time.  So today was going to be a fun day together to spend as a family.  You’d rented movies, ordered a pizza, and everyone was settling on the living room.  You’d only been in the kitchen for a few minutes, barely registering that The Mute had come into your house.  You stood frozen frozen, still hidden behind the wall, watching the events, without saying a word, making a noise.  You didn’t even cry.

“Hey! Hey back off!” You heard a familiar voice.  “I know this girl, everyone give her some space!” It yelled again.  Your eyes still trained on the carpet that was once a comfort to sit on, playing dolls on it when you were young.  “Will you all give her some god damn space please!?” The room grew silent, and the figure kneeled in front of your view.  “y/n?” He asked softly, and you looked up, meeting the eyes of the Sheriff.

“Noah-” You croaked, but he shook his head, indicating that you didn’t need to say a word to him.

“I’ve contacted Melissa, and I’m going to take you to her home so you can get some rest, if that’s alright?” You hesitantly nodded your head, unwrapping your arms from around your knees.  Sheriff Stilinski rose to stand, and he held out a hand to you.  Again, you hesitated, trying not to look at the crowd of people still in your home.  You suddenly felt unsafe, and panicked eyes searched for the closest family you had in the room.  The Sheriff squeezed your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, like a shield protecting you as he walked you out the door.

Cameras flashed, questions were hurled, and pens scribbled.  Yells and questions, people asking how you were involved, how you felt about the events that had unfolded, what it was like to be an orphan, even if you were the one who ordered the attack.  Tears splattered on your cheeks while Noah was yelling at them all to leave you alone.  He got you into the backseat of his cruiser as quickly as he could manage.  When he drove off, in a screech of the rubber tire against the cement, you wondered if he was trying to run them over.  But the people quickly migrated away from the angry Sheriff’s car, leaving as they had no use in sticking around if you ween’t going to be answering questions.

The ride to the McCall home was silent, besides your soft whimpering.  You were trying not to cry, crying was embarrassing.  Especially in front of a man who took you in and treated you as family when your parents were busy with their pack.  The Stilinski house, both Noah and Stiles, your best friend might you add, was your safe place.  For anything from a supernatural threat, to a test you were anxious about.  You had your own key in, sometimes you’d be there when Stiles and is father got home, reading a book at the kitchen table, making them dinner, or even fast asleep on the couch.

It was a late Friday night, and Stiles and his father had just gotten home from an away game.  Stiles was both excited and depressed.  He’d finally got to play, but the other team just crushed Beacon Hills.  He blamed it slightly on you not being there.  You were always there for his games, every one, every practice too.  To support Stiles.  Scott too, but mostly Stiles.  You knew how much it meant to him to be somewhat noticed on the team, even if he barely played.  But tonight, you couldn’t go, you had a date with your boyfriend, Josh, and when you found out it was the team’s big away game, you begged him for a reschedule.  But he wouldn’t budge.  You almost cried telling Stiles you couldn’t make it, but he shrugged it off, telling you you deserved time for yourself too.  You hugged for a moment, before you pulled away, and met up with your boyfriend down the hall.  Stiles tried to look away when he’d kissed you, because he didn’t understand why he let himself repeatedly die inside just by watching the simple action, but he did.

Coming into the house, he breathed a sigh of relief, finally home, and finally able to go to bed.

“I’m heading up dad, I’ll see you in the morning” Noah only nodded, equally as worn out from the hardcore cheering he’d done that night.  Usually you were there to keep him company, most of the time with signs or cute little chants and jingles to help cheer the team on.

Stiles jogged up the steps, body sore from all the running, and quite a few body slams that had knocked him to the ground.  He slowed his pace as he neared his door, but before he opened it, he heard quiet cries and whimpers.

Immediately recognizing the sound to be yours, he opened the door slowly, as not to scare you, and gently called your name.

“y/n?” You snuffled, opening your eyes, and squinting to see him in his dark room.  Stiles walked in, closing the door behind him for the sake of privacy.

(not that Sheriff Stilinski cared if you were together in his room anyways)

You were laying on his bed, in a nice blue dress and tights, and heels Stiles knew were new because he’d helped you pick them out on your feet.  He crossed the room and kneeled down in front of you, a hand coming up instinctively to caress your air, pushing wet strands back behind your ear.

“y/n what happened?” He whispered, and you closed your eyes, a few more cries escaping your lips.  “Want me to give you a few minutes?” You nodded, and Stiles did too, wiping your cheeks again before standing.  “I’m gonna change alright?” You nodded, and simply rolled over so he could do so.  Stiles looked at you in concern for a moment, before stripping out of his jersey and shorts, pulling on sweatpants and a tee shirt instead.  He went back to his drawer, and pulled out a flannel, then came over to you.  “y/n” He said softly, and you turned back around.  He held out the flannel for you, and saw your flicker of a smile.

It was your favorite one.

He turned around as you’d done for him, hearing the quiet sound of a zipper, as well as clothes dropping to the floor.

“Okay” You whispered, and he turned to find you were back in bed, only wearing his flannel, which almost covered to your knees.  Stiles gave you a soft smile, before folding up your dress and tights neatly, setting them on his desk, and moving your shoes to sit next to it.

“Can I lay with you?” You nodded, and he got on the bed.  “Are you cold?” You nodded again and Stiles tugged the blankets out from under you, and you both wiggled to get under them.  Once you were comfortable, you took in a deep breath.  “You looked beautiful, I feel as though you’re in the wrong bed tonight” Stiles said, a voice of genuine concern.

“We were supposed to go to that nice Italian place tonight” You said quietly, unable to look Stiles in the eye.  “He was going to pick me up… I was going to look perfect, the whole night was going to be perfect…” You sniffled, and willed yourself not to cry.  Crying was embarrassing.  Stiles moved ever so slightly closer, watching you, and hanging onto every word you said.  “But he was late… and he wasn’t answering his texts” You mumbled.  “So I just drove over to his place, maybe to pick him up, ask what happened I wasn’t really thinking I guess” Stiles nodded.  “He didn’t answer the door when I knocked, and it was unlocked so I just- I just went in-” A few tears spilled out of your eyes and your voice was more of a whimper.  “I don’t know why I followed the trail of clothes upstairs I- I knew what I was going to find I-” 

“Shh…sh..” Stiles cooed, and wrapped string arms around you, holding you tightly as you cried before him, for the first time.

“I didn’t think he’d cheat on me” You cried into his shirt, staining the soft cotton with your tears.  “I don’t know what I did-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, he did” Stiles told you, nuzzling his nose in your hair as he spoke softly into your ear.  “You didn’t deserve any of it, he’s the idiot who would do such a thing” You didn’t say anything, just held onto Stiles and quietened your cries.  “y/n you are such a bright, and funny, and charismatic, and kind, and beautiful human being, and for you to be treated like that is a cruelty to the world”

You let out a soft laugh at that, one little breath that he knew was just your little giggle that he loved to hear so much.

“There, that’s what I want to hear” Stiles pulled back, and left a long kiss on your forehead.  “You should be laughing.  It makes the flowers bloom in jealousy” You smiled and blushed, then buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you Stiles” You said, and yawned.  “Can I go to sleep?” He nodded, resting his chin on your head and rubbing circles on your back.

“Yeah of course baby” He whispered, feeling overcome with tiredness as well.  “Sleep well” he pulled back, but you tugged on him.

“Please just… just stay and hold me” He smiled at you, sliding up next to you again, and winding his arms around you.  You tucked your head back under his chin, and puffed out a long breath against his skin.

“Goodnight y/n” Stiles whispered int your hair, leaving a few light kisses there that made your stomach flutter.

“Night”

You stood in the doorway of Melissa’s home, thinking of the first time you spent the night with Stiles in the same bed, as she talked to Noah about the situation.  Your eyes looked around the home you’d been in so many times before, but this time felt different.

“y/n?” Your head snapped up to see Melissa, and she gave you a wary smile.  “Would you like me to take you to the guest room?”

“I got it” You choked meekly, and your hand tightened on the strap of your backpack.  There were a mere three outfits in there, one being pajama shorts and Star Wars tee that didn’t fit Stiles anymore.  You then excused yourself to go up the stairs.  As soon as you got into the spare room, you set your bag down, and slid your back down the door.

“y/n you in there?” You heard Scott knock on the door.

“Yeah” You aired out, knowing full well his werewolf hearing could pick up on it.  

“Can I come in-”

“Not right now” You mumbled, hitting the back of your head against the door as you sighed softly.  

“O-okay just…. if you wanna talk or just.. I don’t have company you know where to find me” You didn’t say anything, knowing your voice would just come out in a broken whimper if you tried.  And after a few moments, you heard Scott walk away.

You tried to sleep, curling up on the bed.  But you ended up just staring wide eyed at the wall across from you, for three hours.

So, you got up, and went downstairs, where you knew Scott was watching tv.  You heard a mix of talking, and you cleared your throat somewhat quietly to gain his attention.  But two pairs of feet jumped off the couch.

Your eyes grew wide and all your emotions came back up as you saw Stiles, staring intently at you.

“Stiles-”

“y/n” he choked and ran over to you, engulfing you in his arms.

That was when you really let your emotions show, you let yourself break down, into ugly sobs and long painful cries.  Your hands came up under his arms, gripping the back of his shoulders.  Stiles was crying to, and you were both moving around so much as you groped at each other that you fell over, just hugging on the floor.

“You could’ve died, you could’ve died” Stiles mumbled, hands running through your hair, down your back, cupping your face as you cried.  Then quickly his arms encircled your waist, tugging your entire body against his.  “I love you” He whispered into your ear.  “I love you so much” You cried harder, hands flying up to his head, fingers fisting into his hair.

“They’re gone” You sobbed.  “They’re gone they’re gone they’re gone”

“But you’re not” You sniffled. and just buried yourself in him.  “You’re still here” You squeezed your eyes shut tight, hands falling to his face, and his did as well.

“Stiles” You cried quietly, your forehead falling against his chin.  “I-I feel alone I don’t- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do” His thumbs caressed your cheeks, wiping your tears and calming you slightly.  His lips pressed feather lightly to your hairline.

“You’re not alone” He promised.  “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and in some pajamas alright? We can lay and talk like normal, okay?” You nodded, and wrapped your arms around his neck, prompting him to carry you.  “I’ll see you in the morning Scotty” Stiles said, and Scott nodded.

“Take care, I’ll make you guys breakfast” The alpha responded.  Stiles nodded, and carried you up the stairs.  he looked down at you, finding your eyes closed, a silent stream or tears trailing down your cheeks.  But you looked peaceful.

You opened your eyes when you were laid down on the bed, and you looked up at Stiles, who was opening up your backpack.

“Don’t even think about making a crack about going through a woman’s things” He grumbled, and you tried to smile, you did, for him, but you just couldn’t find it in yourself.  He pulled out your shorts, and smiled upon seeing his old tee shirt.  Sure, he’d given it to you, but it made him feel warm to know you kept it.  “Arms up buttercup” You obliged, raising your hands.  “You better have a bra on” Stiles half scolded you, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal you did indeed have a bra one.  (a lacy black one that you wore too casually for Stiles’ liking.  not that he noticed..) He replaced it with the Star Wars shirt while you kicked off your jeans.  You pulled the sorts on yourself, then laid back down.

“Cuddle with me” You demanded in a soft voice that made Stiles want to laugh.  But he didn’t dare to do so.  Instead, e just climbed in next to you, and let you settle into his arms like you usually did.  “Stiles”

“Mm do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head softly.

“No.. no right now it’s- it’s too fresh” He nodded in understanding , and his hands ran up and down your back, eyes never leaving yours, which were staring down at the flower printed sheets.  “I love you too..you know” You whispered, eyes peering up at his from under your lashes.  “I heard you earlier, I didn’t ignore it” Stiles’ lips pulled up a little, and his fingers brushed your hair back neatly

“Trust me when I say I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m sorry” He said, and you shrugged a little.

“I just feel… numb” You said.  “And it’s weird, that it hasn’t really kicked in yet, and I’ve acknowledged that…” You shook your head, but Stiles nodded.

“I understand” He whispered, knuckles still brushing up and down your cheek.  “I just wish you didn’t have to-”

“I know” You cut him off now, and for a split second looked down to his lips.  “I know” You leaned forward just slightly.  “I just want to…can I- can I try something?” Stiles nodded, and her fingers ghosted along his jaw, hands sliding up to cup his cheeks, puling him closer.  Stiles’ hand laid on your waist, pulling you further until your lips met.  

It wasn’t fireworks, no, it was more like a flower blooming for the first time.  All of the passion and love you’d grown to have for Stiles this past year, all poured out into the one soft, and seemingly simple action.  When you parted, you kept your eyes closed, while Stiles stared at you, trying to get a red on what you were feeling.

“Was that okay?” He whispered unsurely, and you nodded.

“Yeah… yeah definitely” Your lashes fluttered open to find Stiles smiling gently at you.  He stroked your cheek before giving you another chaste kiss.

“Good” He hummed.  “Because I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” You frowned slightly, cupping his chin in one hand and bringing his warm vanilla tasting lips back to yours in a longer lasting kiss.

“Let’s promise each other something” You whispered, and he nodded.

“Anything”

“Let’s promise to.. to never do anything alone” Stiles smiled, a calloused hand brushing against your cheek.

“I promise you, y/n l/n, to never let you do, or go through, anything by yourself” He said, and held out a pinky.

“And I promise you, Mieczyslaw Stilinski, to never let you do, or go through, anything by yourself” You responded, and linked your pinkies together on it.

You fell asleep in his arms that night, comforted by his fingers twirling in your hair, and a soft lullaby-like hum he’d make.

And you kept your promise through time.  You went to your parents’ funeral together, hands bound tight.  You went to Prom together, you had movie nights as frequently as possible, you gave him your innocence and he gave you his for the first time.

And when you grew older, your promise would be repeated as your vows to love each other in a long lasting marriage.

And you very well did.


tagged: @morganschiebel @bunnyboo10154

just an angsty sput of the moment fic.  a requested one will be up tomorrow!

xoxo ~ jordie

Tyler Seguin #13

Requested by Anon:  Can you do one with Tyler seguin where you get really sick and he takes care of you? [Enjoy!:)]

Word count: 829

Originally posted by puckducky

Usually, when you hear the front door click, you run to the foyer to meet Tyler or to the kitchen where you try to look busy. Tonight, though, you pull the covers higher until half of your face is under them. The lights are turned off except for the one on the bathroom vanity, filtering out a little. You curled into your body even more and closed your eyes tight.

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anonymous asked:

Prompts ? Modern AUs are my obsession rn .... maybe big brother rob trying to set up ha best friend and little sister. ??

Yesssss okay! 

Gonna do it from Robb’s POV so I hope it’s still fun to read. 


Gross But Cute: A Story of How Robb is the Best Big Brother Ever

In all honesty, this is the last thing Robb wants to be doing. He has exams coming up, a rugby tournament he needs to organise and a girlfriend he’d rather be snogging senseless. But his best friend is an idiot and so is his sister, so by virtue of the fact that he is clearly the smartest one out of their friendship group, Robb is resigned to playing matchmaker.

It’s a last resort.

If he could safely say the two idiots would be happy single, he’d probably leave it because the thought of his best friend anywhere near his baby sister is nauseating. It almost makes Robb want to punch Jon out of principle, and he might if Jon doesn’t get his head out of his arse soon, but he suspects if he lays a finger on the sullen man, Sansa would likely punch him in return. They’re fiercely protective of each other that way. It’s gross.

Robb remembers the first time he suspected there was more than just friendship between the two. Jon had gotten tackled so hard during an away game that he fractured a couple of ribs. He’d had to go to a hospital in Newcastle before being cleared to make the journey back to Edinburgh. When he got home, Sansa was already there waiting.

“You stupid, infuriating buffoon! Do you not know how to charge your phone?”

“Sans, can we do this later? I just want to lie down.”

“No! You can’t just… I can’t just get a text from Michael telling me you’re in the hospital and then nothing for the next six hours. That’s not fair!”

“I know… I’m sorry. I should’ve charged my phone. I should’ve called you.”

“Yes, you bloody should have!”

“Hey, hey, I’m okay now. Sansa, look at me, I’m fine. I’m here.”

“I’m not crying because I’m worried. I’m crying because I’m mad at you!”

“Really?”

“Fine, a bit of both… Just promise me you’ll always call, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Okay… Let’s get you to bed.”

Robb had had every intention of yelling at Jon because of course his idiot of a best friend would get seriously injured the one game he couldn’t attend, but after witnessing that exchange between Jon and Sansa, Rob decided he’d rather not be anywhere near the two for the next day or two.

As he wrapped his head around the idea of Jon and Sansa, he’d almost convinced himself that the feelings were completely one-sided and Robb was all ready to yell at Jon for leading his baby sister on, but then Sansa got a boyfriend and that changed everything. If Jon was broody before, he was even more of a fucking miserable sod for the next month. Robb wanted to kill him for being so annoying but he couldn’t really blame Jon. He hated Harry too, especially after they found out that Harry cheated on Sansa – which was why Robb did nothing when Jon punched Harry on a night out.

“You ever come near her again, I will break every bone in your pathetic body.”

“Fuck you! This is between me and Sansa.”

“There is no you and Sansa. You’re done. You’re fucking done, you got that?”

“… whatever.”

“No, you know what? It’s not whatever. You had her and you threw it away. How could you even do that? She’s… She’s Sansa. She’s fucking Sansa!”

At that point, Robb actually had to drag Jon away before the bouncers could come and kick them out. Frankly, he would have happily let Jon beat the living shit out of Harry but if he let the situation escalate any further and Sansa found out, she’d kill them both, and Robb’s not too ashamed to admit that he’s terrified of both of his little sisters. They’re terrifying women. They must have learned it from their mum. Catelyn Stark has made grown politicians cry, or so their dad likes to brag every now and then. Robb suspects it was probably one politician.

Now it’s up to Robb to sort these two out. If he doesn’t then they’re probably just going to continue to skirt around their feelings for one another and Robb hates that more than the thought of his best friend and sister getting together. At the end of the day, he does just want them to be happy and it’s clear that happiness for them is each other. It really is the grossest thing.

It’s easy to get Sansa to cook him dinner. She lives in a small flat in the city with her best friend, and thankfully Jeyne is more than happy to make herself scarce, which she says is ‘for the betterment of British society so that these two beautiful creatures can procreate and create more beautiful creatures.’ Robb may have gagged at that. If he can help it, none of his sisters will be procreating any time soon. And if they have to, it’ll be an immaculate conception. His nephew or niece will be the next saviour of the free world.

Once that is set, Robb makes his way to her flat to ‘oversee’ the cooking. Really though, while she’s busy in the kitchen, he goes about leaving candles all over the flat. Once he’s sure there’s enough, he texts Jon and sets his second step into motion.

Robb: Mate, we have a problem.

Jon: What’d you do now?

Robb: Why do you assume I did anything!

Jon: Because it’s you.

Robb rolls his eyes. Honestly, why is he bothering helping such ungrateful people?

Robb: Fuck off. This is serious. Jeyne told me that she heard Harry might be trying to win Sansa back.

There’s a long minute silence before his phone begins beeping with consecutive texts.

Jon: What does that even mean?

Jon: Does Sansa know? What is he going to do?

Jon: I’ll bloody kill that prick!

Robb smiles with the kind of mischievous glee he thinks he picked up from Arya. He almost wants to cackle but Sansa is in the next room and she’ll definitely be suspicious if he cackles.

Robb: Don’t know, mate. But I’m stuck at work. Can you just go to Sansa’s and make sure she’s okay for me? I don’t want the bastard showing up when she’s alone.

Jon: She’s alone? Where’s Jeyne?

Robb: She’s out of town for the weekend.

Jon: Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there.

Robb does let out a soft cackle this time as he gets up from the sofa where he’s been lounging. He pockets his phone and pokes his head into the kitchen. Sansa is draining spaghetti through a colander with her back towards him.

“Hey Sans, do you want some wine? I’ll pop out to the Bargain Booze for a nice bottle of red, yeah?”

“Sure, if you want,” Sansa answers absently. “I can’t drink much tonight. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Robb slips out from the flat and rounds the corner to hide. It takes Jon nearly twenty minutes to finally get there and when he throws open the flat door in a rush, Robb has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Much to his delight, if he presses his ear to the front door, Robb can easily hear the future couple talking inside.

“Sansa? Are you here?”

“Jon! What are you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Harry’s been trying to get back together with you?”

“What?”

“I could threaten him again. Evidently, the last time didn’t really get it through his thick skull.”

“Wait, what? Jon, what are you talking about?” A pause. “What do you mean, again?”

“Oh. Did… Did Robb not tell you about… Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Jon Snow, what did you do?”

A longer pause and then a frustrated groan. “Look, Sans, he cheated on you! I couldn’t just let him get away with that, so I did what I had to.”

“Oh my god. You’re just as bad as Robb!”

Robb frowns, filing that away for later date when he can demand what the hell Sansa actually means by that, because frankly, he’s a great big brother. If he isn’t, would he be here right now trying to set them up? Of course not. He’s the best.

“I don’t need either of you to protect me. I’m not fifteen anymore. I can look out for myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but I’m always going to want to protect you. I can’t help it, okay? You’re you and… you deserve the best. You deserve better than someone like Harry.”

“I know that but if you keep scaring off every guy I try to date then who’ll that leave me with, Jon?”

Robb positively bounces on the balls of his feet, willing his best friend to step up. This is his chance. If he doesn’t bloody take it, Robb is definitely going to kill him.

“I… I don’t know. Is it wrong of me to think no one’s good enough for you?”

“No, but…”

There’s a long pause this time. At first, Robb thinks they’re speaking too softly for him to hear but he knows his best friend and he knows his sister. They’re at a crossroads and neither are brave enough to step forward.

“I hated seeing you with him, you know? Every time he touched you, I just wanted to hurt him, do anything to keep him away from you.”

Jon.”

“Shit, I… I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never been good with this stuff. And I know, fuck I know that I don’t deserve you either, and I am honestly happy to just be in your life as your friend. It’s more than enough for me but… but it’ll kill me if I don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“… that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you. I guess at first it was just a stupid crush. I mean you hated me for the longest time and for some reason I thought that was cute.” There’s a bark of laughter; even from outside a door, Robb can tell it’s self-deprecating. “But then we became friends and you started really talking to me and I got to watch you grow up and it’s like… there’s no one that even compares to you. No one as smart or as kind or as blindingly loyal. You’re it, Sansa.”

“God, we’re stupid.”

“Pardon?”

“You and me. We’re so stupid.” His sister laughs. “Because I’ve been in love with you for just as long and I thought you only saw me as a little sister. I didn’t… If I had known –”

 Sansa’s words are cut short, and for a small moment, Robb has to wonder why, but then there’s a loud thud against the door and suddenly, he’s far too aware of what’s happening on the other side. This is why he didn’t want to get involved. This is why the thought of his best friend and his little sister made – and still makes – him so nauseated.

When he hears a soft moan from the other side of the door, Robb immediately hightails it out of there, desperate to drown out that sound with as much alcohol as possible, because that’s his baby sister. That’s the little girl in pigtails he used to carry around on his back. And now she’s making out with his best friend, whom he’s once seen throw up on himself at sixteen.

As he races down the street and far, far way from the couple, Robb has to admit that he’s thrilled for those two. In a weird sort of way, he’s glad that at least they’re kissing each other and not anyone else because Robb knows that there isn’t a bloody thing Jon wouldn’t do for Sansa. He’d protect her with his dying breath if he had to and that to a big brother is like rain in a drought.

And Sansa is good for Jon too. She makes him smile more than anyone else, Robb included, and Jon needs that. His life hadn’t been easy growing up. A single mother and an absent father meant Jon had to grow up faster than most and his outlook on life has always been shadowed by that past, but when he’s with Sansa, it’s like none of that matters anymore. It’s good. Gross, but good, and Robb is happy for them.

He’s even happier that he can lord this over their heads for the rest of their lives. That’s definitely the best part.

Creepypasta #1103: I Had A Friend Who Lived In The Air Vents

Length: Super long

When you’re a little kid, you do some strange stuff to get attention. Especially when you’re an only child and then poof, you’re not. You’re getting the “little brother or sister” pep talk from Mom and Dad and everything changes. You’re used to being the center of their world, being told you’re the most special little girl, but as Mom’s belly gets bigger and bigger and Dad’s patience with you gets smaller and smaller you realize it’s not going to go back the way it was. Not ever.

That’s what happened to me when I was seven, anyway. I was the kind of kid that needs a lot of attention. I hadn’t had to try hard for seven years, I’d been coasting on my parents’ single-minded doting. But pretty soon I noticed some small differences; they were less interested in what I’d done in school that day, more interested in getting ready for my new little brother or sister.

I was like an alcoholic without a bottle. You feel fine at first but soon the tremors set in and you realize you just needit, you know? You need their eyes on you, loving you, reminding you that you’re the most special little girl in the whole wide world, maybe the only special little girl.

So in the last month or so before the baby came, I got creative.

“I made a new friend!” I told them one night at dinner.

“At school, sweetheart?” Mom asked.

“No!” I was fidgety, excited, twitching in my seat when they both looked at me with rapt attention from across the table. Time to launch my plan into action. “He lives in the air vents! His name is Marty and he’s MAGIC.”

“Oh,” said my Dad, and he smiled a little. “That’s fun. Eat your peas, Rosie.”

And that was it. That was IT! I’d just told them that Magic Marty lived in our air vents and all I got was ‘that’s fun?’ And what’s worse, they went back to talking about the BABY — I always heard that word with an ominous sort of importance — and whether they thought the nursery could be painted over the weekend or not.

I stewed and pushed peas around my plate. I knew I was going to think of something better. Something to make them ask me questions about Marty, about me, like they used to.

Stupid BABY. I didn’t care if it was a brother or a sister. It was a pain before it even got here.

Over time, I came up with new tidbits about Magic Marty and how amazing he was. He only ate jellybeans! He could move things with his mind! He had a cat named Baseball and he was my VERY best friend!

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Don't ghost on your best friend

So I’ve been best friends with this guy for about eight years. At one point we did some game sharing on Xbox and just alternate on who bought games so we’d be able to play with each other. I moved away and would drive back (about 6 hours one way) maybe once a month to visit him and another friend. I was planning another trip out there and tried hitting him up and got no response. At this point it had been maybe a month since I’ve talked with him which was no big deal. So I hit him up on fb and Xbox still no response…I ask his brother if his phone is broken or anything. Naw it works fine. So for the first time going out there I don’t stay at his place or see him. I even texted him while I was there trying to hang out with him and got nothing. After I got back home from my trip this is where the Xbox thing comes back into it. I notice he’s about to play a very new game I just bought with a few friends. I go into my settings and revoke his privileges of playing any of my games basically. I sat there on his profile and watched as he tried to launch it multiple times and then try to play about 15 other games, all of which I owned before he resigned to Netflix. It wasn’t until then he told his brother apparently he tried to reach out to me but in reality I got nothing from him. It’s now been maybe four months since I’ve heard from him and still extremely confused as to why but I feel somewhat satisfied from my act of pettiness.

Juggernaut : Jughead Jones

request: Ok hear me out. Jughead x reader where they’re hanging out and he’s getting worked up over something and reader just laughs and tells him “woah calm down juggernaut ” and tries to get him to take a step back and he’s just like caught up in reader calling him juggernaut. Cause honestly you’re writing is great and I feel like you’d write this well???

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I am so in love with this imagine. “Juggernaut” is just too cute and I am obsessed. I kind of cut out the step back part, but I still think you’ll like it. It’s also very short, and for that I am sorry. Also, I love you and you are too kind. I hope this is everything you wanted. xx aubree

warnings: none

word count: 411 

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Originally posted by juptern

Y/N and Jughead had just come home from a football game, that Y/N had forced him into going. Jughead hated it to say the least.

“Football is just a dumb sport. I didn’t like it when Archie made me go, and I still don’t like it.” Jughead complained as Y/N unlocked her front door.

“Honestly, Jug. It was not that bad.” Y/N laughed, “Plus, our team won.”

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t suck.” He pointed out.

Y/N just shook her head and headed toward the kitchen. Y/N and Jughead had leftovers from Pop’s that were in her fridge. 

Y/N grabbed her milkshake and jumped up to sit on the counter.

“Where the hell is my burger?” Jughead spat.

“It should be there. I didn’t touch it.” Y/N thought back to last night, making sure she actually didn’t eat Jug’s burger. 

“So, not only did I have to sit through a wretched football game, now my burger is gone.” Jughead was flailing his arms around as he spoke.

Y/N laughed, “My dad probably ate it when he got home last night from work, thinking I left it for him.”

Jughead glared at Y/N, “I don’t care why he ate it. I only care that he did eat it. Why would you just eat someone’s food without asking?” 

“Woah, calm down, Juggernaut. We can just go to Pop’s and get a fresh burger.” Y/N jumped off the counter and headed towards the door. 

Jughead stopped his rant to look at Y/N, taken back by her new nickname, “What did you just call me?” 

“Juggernaut. Now, are we going to Pop’s or not?” Y/N laughed.

They had been at Pop’s for about an hour now and Jughead had yet to even speak. 

“Earth to Jug.” Y/N waved her hand in front of his face.

“JUGGERNAUT! YOU CALLED ME JUGGERNAUT!” Jughead exasperated. 

Y/N burst into a fit of giggles, “That is what you have been thinking about this whole time?”

“Where did that even come from?” Jughead looked at her.

“I don’t know. It just felt like the right thing to call you at the time. Why, do you hate it?” Y/N cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

It was now Jughead who burst into laughter, “No! No, I don’t hate it, but it was just new. I was taken back.” 

The duo laughed about Jug’s new nickname and sipped their milkshakes, waiting for the next funny thing that would spill out of one of their mouths. Both oblivious to the events happening around them. 


Into You (7/?)

Summary- It seems with event season rolling on, you find yourself in Tom’s presence more and more, which gives you the perfect opportunity to show him who’s got the upper hand.

AN- Tbh I’m not really sure, give me feedback though! I love hearing from you guys, shout me a message here

REQUESTS  PART 6

PART SEVEN - SIDE TO SIDE

In recent weeks, since your brilliant time at the BAFTAS, you’d found yourself int he company of Darren more and more. Yeah, the hot guy with no name, that was Darren. Although the at first you were rather put off by the name he had put into your phone, and you even questioned him to make sure that was his actual name.

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