A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.
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The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.
She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.
Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.
“Baby, your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.”
Jeff turned, his face changing as he looked at her. He lit up, grinned, and looked her up and down. “Hey babe! Listen, tell Clay he’s being stupid alright?”
She sighed, holding out his drink. “Coke for you, and Clay, you’re being an idiot.”
“I’m leaving.” Clay threw up his hands, exasperated.
“Woah,” (Y/n) lunged forward, catching his arm. Something was obviously wrong, he always played along with her and Jeff, and he was nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “What’s up Clay? You alright?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged out of her grip. “I just wanna go home alright?”
“Hannah kicked him out of the bedroom.” Jeff said, crossing his arms. “And now Clay’s being a baby and won’t go talk to her about it. Go talk to her Clay.”
“Leave him alone,” She elbowed his side. “If Clay is too afraid to–”
“I’m not afraid!” Clay snapped. He looked between the two of them, mouth moving soundlessly, and he growled, spinning on his heel and charging towards the house. “I know what you two assholes are doing!” He shouted over his shoulder, shoving Zach out of the way as he reentered the house, flashing you both the middle finger.
“Wow.” (Y/n) laughed softly, looking up at Jeff and cradling her Palm Bay in both hands. “He is so whipped.”
“Yup.” Jeff wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. “How’re you doing?”
She tilted her face up, kissing him softly. He smiled against her mouth, teeth catching her bottom lip playfully, and she shivered. But there were too many jocks around to really get into it right now. Damn the jocks. She broke away, taking a sip of her drink to keep from kissing him again. “I’m good. You? Jessica managed to remove her tongue from inside Justin’s mouth long enough to tell me they need more beer, and Sheri’s moving the car so you can get out.”
He nodded, attention a little too focused on her mouth and not enough on what she was saying. She nudged his side and he sighed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry. Yeah I’m good. There’s no vodka in this right?” He wiggled the red cup.
She shook her head. “You have practice tomorrow, I figured you wouldn’t want to drink anymore.”
He kissed her temple, pulling her harder against his side until she was drowning in the smell of him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thanks baby.”
“Love you.” She mumbled into his chest. Booze made her sentimental.
“Love you too.” He smiled down at her. “You wanna come?”
She nodded. He slid his hand down her back, giving her ass a quick pat. She smacked his hand, laughing, and he grinned down at her, pulling her towards the car. They settled in, and his hand found her knee, tapping a beat against the side of her leg as he turned on the car and the radio started blasting. He started singing along to some country song that made her roll her eyes, but when he looked at her dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at her, she was forced to sing along.
“OH AND I’M HIGH ON LOVING YOU, HIGH ON LOVING YOU!” He pointed to her, bobbing his head.
“I’m leaving you.”
“I love you too.” He winked at her as he pulled into the beer store parking lot. “Wait here while I run in?” He asked, getting out of the car.
“No I’ll come.” She reached for her door handle, but Jeff pointed the control at the car and clicked the lock button. The door handle jerked in her hand, but the door stayed closed. “Seriously?” She undid the lock, and he pressed the button again, winking at her. He grabbed the passenger side handle, pressed the button again, and opened the door for her.
“M’lady.” He smiled with a mock-bow.
She rolled her eyes. “You are so lame.”
He leaned forward, pecking her lips. “I love you.”
She sighed, taking his hand as he led her towards the store. “I love you too you big dork.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, and her arms slid around his waist as they browsed the store, grabbing a couple six packs and some more coolers. He also grabbed a bag of chips, some candy, and a smoothie that he knew she liked. She kissed him again for that, pressing his back against the freezer. His hands found her ass, her fingers tangled in his hair and played with his earring, and they didn’t stop until he mumbled something about getting frostbite in a place that would stop this from going much further into the sensitive skin of her neck. She laughed, pushing him away and squeezing her legs a little closer together as they walked over to the cash register. He pinched her ass while they waited in line, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back flush against his chest. As punishment, she rolled her hips backwards, grinding them against his front subtly, making him groan. Served him right, trying to tease her. Little asshole.
He payed fast, practically throwing money at the cashier, grabbed (y/n) around the knees, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked, laughing and kicking and smacking his back.
“Put me down you idiot!” She laughed. “What the hell Jeff?” She bumped his stomach with her knee, causing him to grunt.
“Whoops.” She said sarcastically. “Put me down.”
Don’t move so much babe, I’m gonna drop the beer.” He nudged her hip with his chin, shifting the heavy box between his hands.
“Maybe if you put me down I could help carry stuff.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but she was blushing and enjoying her lovely view of his ass.
“Just enjoy the view babe.” He teased, approaching the car. “Shit you’re heavy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks honey, I love you too.”
He put the beer on top of the car and put her down, barely giving her a second to adjust to the change in gravity before he had her back pressed against the car door, fingers tunneling into her hair as he kissed her. She laughed against his mouth, running her hands over his chest, and then pushed him away gently.
“Baby,” he groaned, bumping his hips gently against hers.
“We can’t,” she shook her head, breathless. “Gotta take the beer back, then check on Clay and Hannah, drive them home, and then we can go home and–” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, mind wandering to why exactly they could do when they got home.
His eyes widened when he saw where her mind was going. “Really?” He asked, voice husky.
She nodded. “But we’ve gotta go fast, before I change my mind.”
“Fuck yes.” He lunged forward, gave her one more rough kiss, and then all but forced her into the car. He grinned as he got into the driver’s seat, right hand settling on her thigh. “I’m gonna get you home so fast your head will spin.” He promised, fingers tapping a beat against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “But after, we’re doing this shit slow.”
She laughed as he jerked the car into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. The tires actually squeaked, and she heard the beer sliding in the back seat.
“Slow down Jeff!” She laughed, grabbing the door handle for support as he took a sharp turn. “You know we have to be alive to–”
Something hit the floor, glass clinking, and she swore, twisting in her seat. Jeff slowed down considerably, both because they were approaching a busier street and because she was undoing her seatbelt.
“What are you doing?”
“The beer’s gonna fall.” She shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it, put your seatbelt on.” He looked down at her as she twisted in the seat, climbing over the plastic space between the two seats to reach the back. “Seriously babe. It’s not safe for you to be doing that. Crap.” He twisted the wheel violently to make the turn onto a backroad as they drew closer to Jessica’s house.
“Shit!” she swore. “Jeff keep your eyes on the road.”
“Maybe if you stayed in your seat you wouldn’t be bumping around back there.” He shot a look at her, getting an eyeful of her jean-clad ass. “Why am I complaining again?” He turned his attention back to the road.
“It’s fine.” She groaned, twisting back into her seat, the box of drinks in her hands. “See? I got it.” She smiled at him.
“So flexible.” He winked at her, slowing down at the intersection. “Come on baby put your seatbelt on.”
“Alright alright,” she nodded, balancing the box of beer onto the dashboard and twisting to put on her seatbelt. “You’re such a mom Jeff you know that?”
“Come on you love it.” He looked at her in the mirror as he sped up again. “But I mean, I prefer being called–”
Everything happened really fast. One second he was making an innuendo, the next another car sped through the intersection, slamming into the back of the car. They fishtailed, cars sliding on the wet asphalt, and (y/n) screamed. Jeff spun the wheel, slamming on the brakes, as the car slid towards the concrete barrier. They both jerked forward, (y/n) slamming into Jeff’s outstretched arm. The beer slid off the dashboard and slammed into (y/n)’s legs. The car slid to a stop, and they both sat there, panting.
Jeff swallowed, looking over at (y/n) who was staring at him with wide eyes. She didn’t seem aware of the sticky beer splashed across her chest, stomach and lap, or the metal can balancing on her knee. Her knuckles were white, wrapped around the armrest of the door, and all the blood had rushed from her face. He lowered his arm, resting his hand on her knee. He tightened his grip on her thigh until his hand stopped shaking.
“A-are you,” Jeff swallowed, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, still looking at him with wide eyes.
“You sure?” He looked down at the beer in her lap. “Babe you’re covered in beer.”
She nodded again. “Baby, did you–” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, “did you just soccer mom me?”
“What?” He laughed, a sharp, nervous bark, but it was enough. They both started breathing again. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the headrest, and he started running his thumb over her thigh, his other hand releasing a death grip he didn’t realize he had on the doorknob. “Holy fuck. Are you okay?”
She blinked, running her hand through her hand again. “I um, no. My legs really fucking hurt.”
“Seriously?” Jeff put the car in park and took off his seatbelt, turning in his seat. “Shit what’s wrong?”
“Nothing I just– oh my god!” She pointed at the window and Jeff jumped, twisting in his seat. His heart skipped a beat when he saw an old man tap on the glass of his window. He swallowed, turning to look at (y/n), who shrugged, eyes like saucers. He turned back to the window, keeping his hand on her leg.
“Um, hi?” He rolled down the window.
“Are you alright?” The old man asked, looking onto the car with a face full of concern. “I’m so sorry! I was on the phone, I wasn’t looking, I- I’m so sorry. Are you two okay?” He leaned forward to get a closer look at (y/n), making Jeff’s grip tighten on her thigh. “Are you okay honey?”
(Y/n) nodded shakily. “Are- are you okay sir?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me sweetheart. Are you sure you two are alright?” The old man was practically shaking as he looked between the two of them, wringing phone between his hands in guilt. He reminded Jeff of his own granddad. “We should call 911.”
Jeff shook his head. His seventeen year old girlfriend was probably still a little buzzed, and he wasn’t sure what his blood alcohol content was. He knew he was okay to drive, and that he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he didn’t want to risk it. “We’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, listen I- I dented the back of your car. I should pay for the damage.” The man reached for his wallet. “I can–”
“That’s okay.” Jeff interrupted, but the man wouldn’t be stopped.
“Give me your home number at least. I’ll get in touch with your parents, we’ll figure this out.”
The man wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Jeff eventually gave in. The two swapped contact information, and Jeff called his parents, explaining what had happened and letting the man talk to them. Jeff turned his attention back to his girlfriend, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
“Are you okay?” He asked, half inside the car, leaning over the driver’s seat to look at her. “You’ve got glass and crap on you.”
“I’m fine.” She nodded.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glass littering her lap, the drying beer and streaks of blood from where the glass had cut her up. “Baby–”
“I promise I’m okay.” She nodded again. “My eyes are up here Jeff.” He chuckled softly, more to humour her than anything else, and tore his eyes up to meet hers. They were wide and shiny with nervous tears, and he reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“I love you.” He said quietly, trying to put as much meaning as he could into the three words they had been tossing around casually all night. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She gave him a watery smile, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay. I promise.”
Four hours later, after the cops and ETM had cleared them to go home, and (y/n)’s parents had taken her home to pick up some stuff, she was in his room, lying on his bed. Their parents had allowed them to have a sleepover, the first one they knew about, after what had happened. It wasn’t even a dangerous accident, but everyone was freaked out. (Y/n)’s parents approved of him, and while her dad was obviously not thrilled by the sleepover, all four parents had agreed that the two of them needed this. And while Jeff wanted to convince everyone that he was fine and that nothing was wrong, he wasn’t going to argue with a parent-approved night spent with his girlfriend.
At first (y/n) had stood hesitantly in his doorway, her hands playing nervously with the strap of her duffel bag. “I um, I know we had… other plans for tonight, but,” she sighed.
“Hey,” He laughed softly, getting off the bed and walking over to her, pulling her into a hug with his right arm. His left shoulder was sore from the jerk of his seat belt. “You’re on a crapton of pain killers because of your legs, and I’ve got a sore shoulder, plus, you know, we almost died earlier, so get in my bed and cuddle with me.”
She smiled. “You’re not upset we’re not gonna do anything else?”
“My parents are in the other room with their ears to the door probably, so we weren’t gonna get much done anyway.” He shrugged. When she rolled his eyes and smacked his chest he pulled her tighter against his side and kissed the top of her head. “It’s fine baby. I just wanna hold you.”
“You’re perfect.” She mumbled, looking up at him and smiling. “I love you Jeff.”
He leaned forward and kissed her gently, sliding both arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him, ignoring the twinge of pain through his shoulder. Her hands slid up his stomach, grabbing fistfuls of the loose t-shirt he was wearing and tugging his closer. He felt her shiver against him and pulled away, looking down in concern. Her bottom lip quivered and his eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong beautiful?”
“I–” Her voice cracked, and tears spilled out of her eyes. She hid her forehead in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I just, I–” her breath hitched. “I just can’t shake this feeling that something really bad just happened.”
“Why?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close. “Baby we’re fine. Everything’s okay.”
“I know but– but–” she shuddered, a sob slipping free as she slid her arms around his waist.
Jeff walked backwards, pulling her with him until they reached the bed. He sat down, tugging her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She buried her face in the space where his neck met his shoulder and cried.
“We’re okay,” he said quietly, running his fingers up and down her spine. “We’re both fine. My shoulder’s gonna be sore for a couple weeks, and you’re gonna be kinda bruised, and probably not be able to wear shorts for a while, which now that I think about it is actually pretty terrible I take back everything I just said this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us.”
She laughed, sniffling, and wiped her eyes. “Shut up dummy.”
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “See? We’re okay.”
She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I just, I can’t imagine losing you.”
“Well you’re not going to, so problem solved.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m not going anywhere okay baby? And I promise I’m gonna drive safer, and I’m never gonna scare you like this any more okay?”
“It wasn’t your fault.” She shook her head, wiggling out of his lap and lying down. She grabbed his snuggle-pillow and wrapped her arms around it. “It was just scary you know? I thought we were gonna hit the concrete, and I could just see it, I could see smoke, and, and blood, and you weren’t moving, and–” her eyes welled up with tears again.
Jeff lay down on his side, propping himself up on his arm. “Come here.”
She moved forward so he could wrap his arm around her waist. “I’m sorry,” she shrugged, sniffling again, “I’m okay, I’ll be fine. I just want you to hold me.”
“Well that I can do.” Jeff smiled softly, laying down on his back. “Oh wait, hang on a second.” She moved back, giving him room to sit up. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, then winked at her. She snorted and he wiggled his eyebrows. “How much does this make you feel better?” He asked, flexing his chest and arms.
She laughed softly. “Much better. Thank you baby.”
He lay back down, kissing the tip of her nose, and patted his chest. “Come here to me honey.” He dropped his voice and wiggled his eyebrows again. (Y/n) giggled and rested her head on top of his chest, sliding her hands around his waist and hooking one leg over both of his. He wrapped his arms around her back, one hand reaching up to play with the ends of her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles against her hip. He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you Jeff Atkins.” (Y/n) mumbled sleepily.
He hummed, his chest rumbling. “I love you too beautiful. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
Hey, guys! This is another Peter imagine, but I apologize in advance, this isn’t my best work. Sooooooo I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t I get it ;) - K
“I think I’m gonna have (y/n) over to study tonight,” Peter says.
Ned sighs and leans back from the chemistry project he’s working on. “But we were going to finish the Lego Executor tonight, Peter. You’ve been putting this off for weeks.”
Peter sighs. “Right, sorry.” Ned watches as his best friend’s head suddenly snaps up, and he follows his gaze to see Liz just walked into the classroom. “God, she’s gorgeous.”
Ned can’t help himself as he leans his head on one hand, chemistry completely abandoned. “Yeah.”
The both of them can feel Michelle shaking her head at them behind their backs, but they don’t bother to move. Until Peter suddenly slams his hands on the desk with a smile. Ned nearly falls out of his seat at the sudden action. “Jesus, Peter, what?”
“I have an idea!” Peter yells. He leans in close and whispers: “(y/n)’s good friends with Liz, right?”
Ned frowns. “Yeah?”
“And (y/n)’s our best friend too?”
“Yeah, what’s your point?”
Peter grins. “What if we can convince (y/n) to get the scoop on how Liz feels about me?” Michelle snorts, and Peter turns around to face her. “What?”
Michelle sets her pencil down and leans forward on her desk, fixing Peter with her signature judgy/you’re so stupid look. “For such a smart kid, you’re pretty stupid.”
Peter blanches. “What are you talking about?”
Ned rolls his eyes. “(y/n) likes you, Peter. It would literally kill her to do that.” He looks over at Michelle and frowns confusedly at her glare. “What?” After a couple of seconds, it dawns on Ned. “Oh, god.”
“Just pretend Ned never said that,” Michelle says. She turns to Ned and hisses: “You never said that.”
Peter spins back around and leans over his and Ned’s chemistry project. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
Ned leans into him and whispers: “She also knows you’re Spiderman.”
“What?” Peter drops the utensil he was using to stir his new web formula. “You told her?”
“No!” Ned whisper-yells. “She found out herself.”
“Peter, you forget she’s almost as smart as you are. She put together your disappearances and Spiderman’s appearances. Honestly, you should be more subtle.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”
You freeze in the middle of turning the page of your chemistry textbook before sighing defeatedly. “Ned told you.”
“Yeah. Not on purpose, though. You know Ned, he can’t keep a secret.”
You sigh and turn over. “You’re right. And neither are you.”
Peter sighs. “I know you know I’m Spiderman, (y/n).”
You laugh darkly and lay your head in your textbook. “I can’t believe this.”
He runs his hands through his hair. “Me either.”
After a long, awkward silence, you lift your head up from your textbook and look into Peter’s brown eyes. “Now what?” you whisper.
He purses his lips and shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.
Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”
He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”
Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 3692
Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.
I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.
As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.
I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1795
Warnings: canon typical violence
Author’s Notes: This was written for @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. My prompt was the gif below. I decided to go a different route and not write demon!Dean. Also, this is smut free. Go figure.
Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs
Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader
Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut
Word count: 1200ish
A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.
2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.
You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.
You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.
You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.
It starts on a Monday.
Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.
Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.
Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)
His scars tell a story.
Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.
The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.
“Kaneki,” she whispers.
He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.
“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.
His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.
“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.
He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.
“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”
He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.
His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.
“Just one more minute.”
She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—
“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”
She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.
“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”
He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.
Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.
The only one.
She’s the only one.
Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.
The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.
“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”
He sighs in response, eyes still closed.
“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”
Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.
“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.
He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.
It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.
She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.
Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against
You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.
“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.
“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”
Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”
A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~
Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.
Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.
“Don’t you just hate long lines?”
“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”
He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”
“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”
“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”
Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”
“He’ll be 6 next month.”
Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.
“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”
Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt? Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no words: 2500
Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.
(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)
But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.
That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.
He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.
For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.
Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.
Prompt: Hi :) could you please do a female JugheadxReader where the reader could be Archie’s somewhat younger sister and she’s always had a crush on Jughead. And then like one day she asks for Jughead’s opinion on her prom dress and then it kind of just escalates from there and turns into like hot smut. Um, haha, so yeah. Please and thank you! :)
A/N: Guys. This took forever to write. Hopefully you like it! I’ve been a bit of a slump but I’m hoping to upload some more. I’m also in the process of moving so my requests are closed until I move! Also I hit 4.7k? Thank you loves xxx
Warnings: Heavy Makeout Session (sorry it’s not the heavy smut you wanted), Archie is a cockblock as always.
As the youngest Andrew, you always hung out with Archie and the gang. Over the years you developed a crush on your brother’s best friend.
Prom was approaching and you had hoped that a certain boy would have asked you. Of course he didn’t. In fact, you didn’t know if he was even going at all.
It was 3 days before Prom when she cornered you.
“Little Andrew!” Her voice rings in your ears as she wraps her fingers around your arm.
“Hey Cherry. Whats up?” You smile at the Blossom twin.
You guys weren’t usually super close but after Jason died, you were the only one who had been there for her.
“So I know you wanted that freak to ask you to the dance-” Cheryl waves her other hand as you blush and try to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. We’re besties. I know you like him.” She grins and pulls you to walk with her.
“Cherry, Where are you going with this?” Her fingers tighten slightly as we past my brother and his friends.
“Go to Prom with Me.” She shrugs. “Since the freak clearly is too stupid to do anything. Show him how hot you look in a dress.”
“Cheryl…” You shake your head but she waves you into silence again.
“Too late. I already bought your dress and it’s sitting in your room as we speak. Try it on when you get home and ask him for an opinion. Thank me later.” She yells as leaves you by your next class.
If you are still taking requests then I would appreciate a sulking natsu who just wants Lucy's attention!😁
Word Count; 1142
A/N; sorry this is so late!!! Hope you like it!
“What the fuck’s your problem?” Gray asks, slipping onto the bench beside Natsu. Natsu wants to punch him, but he can’t tell if that’s because Gray is an annoying dickhead or because Blue Pegasus decided to drop by to celebrate the day Loke joined Fairy Tail and the Tri Men had been trailing Lucy like lost puppies for the last two hours.
It’s probably both but Natsu thinks he’s in a generous mood, so he doesn’t punch Gray.
“Get lost,” he snarls, hearing no heat in his own voice. Heat that flares when he watches the tall one with dark hair pin Lucy to a wall. He wants to step in and hit that prick with a Fire Dragon’s kick to the nuts, but Lucy would yell at him for over-reacting, and think that he thought she couldn’t deal with things on her own.
That had not been a fun conversation two weeks ago when he caught some perv trying to look up Lucy’s skirt and threw him through a window. Lucy hadn’t spoken to him for an hour!
His mood soured more when he saw her genuinely smile and laugh at something the mage said. She was over there having fun with other people when he and her were supposed to be going on a mission! Stupid Loke asking her to be his date for the party and stupid Makarov throwing the party and stupid Blue Pegasus pricks flirting with her and keeping her to themselves.
“Earthland to Natsu, if you don’t stop squeezing that mug you’re gonna br- nevermind. Yo Mira, a fire whiskey for Hot Head and I’ll take a brandy neat please!” Gray hollers over Natsu’s shoulder. Natsu lit his fist, burning off the alcohol and wooden chips coating his hand.
That bastard had made Lucy snort water out of her nose! Natsu had been trying to do that for weeks! And it had nothing to do with how Lucy was tucking her hair behind her ear and doing that cute giggle that made Natsu’s heart beat loud in his chest. Because that was dumb. Lucy was Natsu’s best friend.
“You know, I’m pretty sure with your magic you probably could burn a hole through Ren’s head if you keep glaring.”
“I’m not glaring,” Natsu snaps, taking his mug from Mira without looking at her and downing it in a long gulp.
“Uh huh,” Gray drawls sarcastically, swirling his amber alcohol in his glass as he arches an eyebrow at Natsu. “And I’m completely straight.”
“Why don’t you go do something useful like jump off the roof,” Natsu turns his attention to Gray, he Ice Bastard having naked, having lost his shirt hours ago and pants soon after. Seeing as how everyone was blind drunk and either dancing, flirting, or fighting, though, no one really gave a flying fuck about Gray’s state of dress, including Natsu.
He breaks another mug in his hand when he sees Ben -or Fen or Renni or whatever his name is- rest his hand on the slip of skin between Lucy’s shorts and her crop top.
“Gray fight me!” Natsu roars, jumping onto the table and lighting his fists.
“Nah,” Gray says after a minute of looking at him. The fires go out on Natsu’s fist as he gapes in betrayal at his frienemy.
“What the fuck?” Natsu asks, staying standing on the table.
“You’re just pissy ‘cus Lucy ain’t paying attention to you,” Gray shrugs. He downs his drink in a gulp, rolling his shoulders as he leans back.
“Am not,” Natsu grumbles, fingers twitching when he hears Lucy do that high giggle she did when she was trying to flirt. Natsu liked her real laugh better, the way her eyes lit up and she snorted.
Gray snorts and rolls his eyes, Natsu feeling heat creep over his face. Stupid fire whiskey. Natsu narrows his eyes when he sees a sly grin spread over Gray’s face. He’s about to turn around and see what the stripper was smiling at when a familiar scent overwhelms the smell of the guild partying around him. Light and summery and it makes Natsu’s gut swoop like when he’s forced to ride the train.
“Why do you always end up on the table?” Lucy sighs. Natsu looks over his shoulder, beaming at Lucy when she quirks an eyebrow at him and gives him a fond smile. He tries to turn around fully, heel catching on a suddenly slick part of the table and he ends up tumbling to the ground in a loud crash.
“Oi! You fucking bastard you did that on-” Natsu roars, cut off from untangling himself with the destroyed bench he was surrounded with by Lucy’s worried face hovering over him.
“Are you alright Natsu? That was a pretty spectacular fall,” she asks, holding out a hand to help him up. Natsu grins at her easily, taking her hand and hauling himself out of the wreckage.
“Bah, like a little wood could take me out!” Natsu grins, throwing his arm around Lucy’s shoulder. She rolls her eyes, elbowing a sore spot on his ribs pointedly but not saying anything.
“You know, if we left now I bet we could still make that 3000 jewel request,” Lucy smiles at him leadingly, eyes hopeful.
“What about Loke’s party?” Natsu asks, mentally kicking himself. He shows Gray the middle finger behind his back when he hears the prick laugh under his breath.
“I haven’t been on a job with you for a week or two. I’ll take Loke out for dinner or something to make it up to him later. Besides,” Lucy says, rolling her eyes as she gestures at where Loke is perched in the corner of the room, several girls hanging off him in awe, his stupid glasses pushed onto his head as he boasts about… something. Natsu doesn’t really care, most of his attention turned to Lucy leading him out of the guild hall. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“Well then let’s get going!” Natsu chirps, grabbing Lucy’s hand and dragging her the rest of the way out the door. He turns his head back to smile at Lucy, eyes closed. Which means he misses the pole on the side of the street, and he walks straight into it. Natsu bounces off the wood pillar with a yelp, falling to his ass on the gravel and holding the side of his face. He pouts up at Lucy, who is leaning over her knees from laughing so hard. She snorts, covering her mouth her hand and blinking away tears before meeting Natsu’s gaze and breaking into another fit. Natsu leaps to his feet, grinning at her brightly.
I have a headcanon that Kara is Autistic (I am irl) and Alex is real sweet and protective of her. Maybe high school au?
The glasses help.
The glasses help because they dull the overstimulation.
They help, but Rao, they don’t help everything.
Sometimes, they make things worse.
Because her hands are noisy, and her fingers need the solid feel of the rims underneath their tips.
So she adjusts them constantly – adjusts them when someone expects her to look at them, adjusts them when she jumps when someone touches her, adjusts them when she doesn’t know what to say, because she has her own codes, but it doesn’t seem to match the others’ – and when she adjusts them, people laugh.
They act like she can’t hear. They act like she can’t see.
They act like she doesn’t understand.
But she’s heard her planet scream and she’s seen her planet die and she understands more than any of them ever will.
And she hears them, and she sees them.
And she understands that their hatred exists.
She just doesn’t understand why.
Alex punches them, sometimes.
She punches them when they don’t lay off. When they surround Kara at her locker and make a game of seeing who can get her to stim with her glasses more fiercely.
But they don’t call it stimming.
Because they think she’s the one that doesn’t understand, but really, it’s them that don’t understand… anything.
So Alex punches them, when her words aren’t big enough.
Alex’s hands talk, just like Kara’s do.
And sometimes, they shout.
Just like Kara’s do.
And when Alex is hauled into the principal’s office, it’s Maggie who slips up beside her.
It’s Maggie who looks at her without expecting, without demanding, a direct look back. Maggie who speaks softly because she knows everything else is so loud.
“Hey Kid Danvers. Do you feel like a soft hug? Or maybe something to squeeze?”
“Why do you ask me?” she wants to know, and she adjusts her glasses and this time, with Maggie at her side, waiting for her big sister to get out of the principal’s office, it feels good, not weird. Relieving, not stupid.
“Because everyone deserves to control how they interact with the world, kid.”
Kara glances at her and shifts so she’s leaning into Maggie’s arms.
The pressure is soft and the pressure is constant, and the pressure is so, so welcome.
Maggie doesn’t move, and Maggie doesn’t speak, because the touch is more than enough stimulation for Kara.
They wait together, in the abandoned, after-school halls, for Alex to emerge.
Kara flinches when she hears Alex yell inside the office.
“No, I don’t care! They were hurting her, they were taunting her, they deserved it! I don’t care if you call my parents, because you know what my mom tells me to do? Protect my little sister. And you all clearly aren’t interested in doing that, so someone has to! And that’s going to be me, forever.”
She comes out of the office twenty minutes later with a lopsided grin on her face.
“You should have heard Jeremiah going off on the old man. Something about punishing his daughter instead of the boys who were being mean to you. It was great. I never knew Dad could get scary like that. It was awesome.”
Kara smiles and says nothing, and Alex sighs and lets the adrenaline rush out of her body slightly.
“Hey, looks like you’re pretty comfy there with Maggie.”
“Your girlfriend’s nice to me,” Kara offers by way of explanation, and Alex blushes hard while Maggie beams.
“Anything for a Danvers girl,” Maggie grins, and Kara curls in on herself proudly and Alex preens.
“Ice cream?” Alex invites them both, and she’s not sure who squeals louder, her sister or her girlfriend.
She just knows it’s the best feeling in the world.
Tell Me, Do You Know What Pulls The Hogwarts’ Carriages? - A Remus Lupin Drabble
[A/N: Celebratory 300 follower mark drabble, yey! I hope you enjoy this one! Although, fair warning, Fenrir is in this one which makes it a bit violent. T.Ws are the following: death, violence and blood. (Oh and Fenrir is actually based on TT’s Fenrir (find them at asktheboywholived if you wanna check it out) Thank you! ]
It was the 28th of August of 1977
and Remus was ready to go to Hogwarts and live his last year of school. He had
already gone to Diagon Alley to buy his books and new robes and everything else
he would need. He had packed all his belongings. The only thing that was left to
do was to go through August’s full moon which took place that night.
hi i was wondering if you could do a riverdale imagine where the (girl) reader is best friends with jughead and she has a huge crush on veronica? i know it’s kind of vague, but you can take it anywhere!! oh and maybe tag me in it? pretty please? ok love you bye💕
I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re looking for @ffremontt , if you want a different one feel free to message me.
Being associated with Jughead Jones had it’s ups and downs. While you were able to connect with a fellow intellectual, you never imagined the whispers that would come about. You dealt with it because, Jughead was a good friend and you couldn’t imagine your life without him; but there came a time when you wished you and your loner friend would get noticed.
That time was the first day of school after an eventful summer. You and Jughead had stayed close over summer, especially after the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Neither of you really cared for the Blossom twins, but the mystery of his disappearance, or death, interested both of you. You found Jughead organizing his locker in the morning and rushed over.
“Hey Jug! Any updates?” He turned his head and gave you a grin. “The novel is coming along fine. I’m caught up so far, now we wait for whatever comes next.” You nodded at our friend, “Hopefully it’ll come soon,” you leaned closer to him, “I heard we have a new student.” His eyebrows quirked up in interest. You gaze was caught by the door at the end of the hall opening and a girl, who you had never seen before, walked in. Your jaw dropped as she strutted her way past where you and your friend were standing. Her dark hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and framed her face beautifully as she gave you a smile. You turned to watch her walk away and your face felt hot as she walked into the Dean’s Office. You heard Jug laugh and say, “And so the plot thickens.”
Jughead made sure that you didn’t forget about the morning and the beauty known as Veronica Lodge. “Skipping class with you isn’t going to worth it anymore if you’re just going to be annoying.” You said as you settled on the bleachers next to your friend. He just laughed, “Me, annoying?” You rolled your eyes and opened a bag of chips. You ate one and held the bag out to Jug who took one as well. You helped him polish up the draft of his novel, or what he had so far and you started on your homework.
“You have Journalism homework?” Asked Jughead as he ate another chip/. You groaned and nodded. “I didn’t do too well on my last assignment, so to keep up my grade, I have to go to the dance and write up an article about it.” He nodded, “Will it be published in the school newspaper?” You looked at the note your teacher gave you as a rubric for the article. “Yeah, it’ll be in next week’s copy.”
“Sounds cool,” he said taking another chip, “I won’t read it.” You grabbed one of your folders and hit him the shoulder with it jokingly. “Jerk.” You muttered and his smiled dumbly. “Wait, did school end?” You asked upon seeing the football practice and some cheerleaders walking along the track. Jughead nodded and got back to typing away, but suddenly lifted his head and laughed. “What?!” You asked, leaning towards him. “Look who’s a cheerleader already!” You squinted and saw that it was Betty Cooper and Veronica walking the track. You almost fell off your seat in embarrassment. She looked adorable in the cheerleading uniform and it was just too much. “You should ask her to the dance, Y/N.”
You turned to face Jughead, your face beet red. “Why!?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the people below. You blushed harder when you saw Veronica looking up into the bleacher to where you were sitting. She gave you a wave, which you shyly return. “You’re going to the dance so you might as well go with someone.” You nodded at his words but turned back to him. “She’s hanging out with Archie though, and I don’t want that to-”
Jughead lifted a finger to silence you. “That doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m a reject doesn’t mean you have to be one too.” He gave to a happy look, “We will still be friends.” You smiled at him, which he tried to return. “Now go get the girl Y/N L/N.”
You made your way down the bleachers and to the track. You ran after the two girls who were still walking. When you finally made it to them, you felt the blush on your face deepen and the butterflies in your stomach start to storm. What if she didn’t even like girls? Maybe this was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Hi.” You said, you sounded so dumb.
“Hello there. You’re Y/N right?” Veronica asked, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You nodded, “Yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to attend the back to school dance with me.” Betty looked at you then at Veronica, and slowly made her way towards one of the football players. “Oh?” Veronica asked, her eyebrows raised. Your heart sank, “Sorry if I weirded you out, I’ll just-” You were cut off by a warm pair of lips on your cheek. “You’ll see me at seven.” She said with a flirty tone, that her large brown eyes seemed to mimic. “I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated and with a sweet smile, she walked away.
You ran back up the bleachers to Jughead, with a stupid grin on your face. The moment you sat down, you let out a large breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. “She said yes!” You squealed excitedly. Jughead let out a laugh, “You have a little something right there.” He pointed at your cheek and you opened your front camera and saw the lipstick stain. You just smiled at your loner friend who, for the first time in a while, felt like maybe people weren’t so bad after all.
Requested. Who: Peter Parker Prompt : “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.”
“You’re an idiot.” [Y/N] huffed out.
Peter reached for his mask, tearing it off his head, he frowned. “I am not.”
[Y/N] rolled her head and dramatically gave him an irritated look. It had only been a few months of knowing that her best friend was Spider-Man and after she got past the initial shock, she started to help Peter learn the new gadgets and gizmos the new spider suit had to offer. Arching a brow, she motioned towards their situation. “Really?”
Groaning, he crossed his arms over his chest, which caused him to bounce slightly from all the webbing that was currently surrounding them. Peter scoffed, “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.”
Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “And how exactly did you think messing around with the coding of Tony Stark’s invention would be a good idea?” Opening her eyes, she arched a brow. “Please enlighten me. Because I’m having trouble comprehending why and how that was going to be a good idea.”
“Well, I didn’t think it would blow up….” Peter trailed as he looked around him. They were strung up about ten feet off the ground with one of his webbing gadget sitting on the concrete floor. He had spent the last fifteen minutes rewiring the suit despite the warnings [Y/N] had gave him.
"What did you think would happen?!” [Y/N] grilled, her eyes were narrowed as she gave him a look that could kill. She loved Peter with every inch of her soul but sometimes she swore he didn’t have a lick of common sense underneath that genius brain of his. And sometimes, she even dreamed of a life where Peter wasn’t causing chaos. “That unicorns and rainbows would be sprouting out of your wrists?”
Peter grinned, “That’d be so awesome. A nice element of surprise.”
“Oh my god….”
“I’m kidding,” Peter joked. “It was kind of stupid to think I could mess around with the suit,” he started to yank the webbing off his arms and legs. “But, how can I feel safe if I don’t know it’s limits?” Crawling gracefully towards her, he frowned. “How can I keep anyone, even you, safe if I don’t know how far I can use it.”
[Y/N] scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Oh, god, Peter. Please don’t give me that sappy hero talk about wanting the world to be a safer place for me.” Struggling to remove the web from herself, she whimpered out. “I…can…take care…of….myself.”
Peter smirked, “Yeah, uh, I can see that. You’re doing great.”
Giving up, she narrowed her eyes and motioned towards it all. “Just get me out of this thing, will you?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, sure. No problem. I just, you know, didn’t want to assume you needed my help or anything.” He grinned at her expression. “Cause you know that would be the last thing I wanted to do.”
“Okay, alright.” Peter laughed as he yanked her out of the web. Pulling her close to his chest, he smirked again. “Would you like some assistance or are you just going to jump and break some bones?”
[Y/N] looked up at Peter and quirked a brow, “I prefer to have all my bones in tact but if I have to jump then I will.”
Peter scoffed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh yeah?” [Y/N] countered.
Panic started to set in his bones as he felt [Y/N] pull away from him. “[Y/N],” Peter warned. “What are you doing?” Struggling to get a better grip on her, he yelled out when she pushed off of him and started to fall. “[Y/N]!” Using the one webbing gadget that was still attached to him, he shot out a web and gave a sigh of relief as he caught her just in time.
Jumping down from the height, he narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “You’re fucking insane.” He growled.
[Y/N] gave him a cheeky grin, “I mean…..you said I wouldn’t and,” she poked him on the nose, “I did.”
Grabbing her by the waist, he yanked her completely down to the ground. “What would you have done if I didn’t save you?”
Shrugging her shoulders, “I dunno, I probably would have died and there’s not much I could have done at that point.”
Peter shook his head as she started to leave the warehouse, “You’re such a dick.”
Laughing, [Y/N] turned around, “Actually, that was you. I only retaliated.” Walking backwards, she motioned towards the door, “Come on, Spiderboy. Change out of that hideous spandex onesie and let’s go grab some pizza.”
“It’s Spider-Man and it’s not a onesie.” Peter called out as he walked towards his backpack.
“Whatever, Parker. You keep telling yourself that to sleep at night.” She hollered back.
PROMPT; in which archie andrews finds himself smitten with a dear friend, and after a not-so-fun encounter during lunch, it dawns on him that its about time he comes clean.
PARING/CHARACTERS; archie andrews x reader, jughead jones, betty cooper, and veronica lodge.
WARNINGS; angst, feels, more angst and probably more feels, and swearing is nearly guaranteed.
AUTHOR’S NOTE; wow okay so there’s not a lot of archie imagines or anything on tumblr so i tried my best and yeah. but nonetheless, i enjoyed writing this and wouldn’t mind writing more, so send me in some more archie requests!
Archie never expected anything like this.
He never expected for Jason Blossom to die. He never expected to end up dating (would that be the right word?) his music teacher- hell, he never expected to fall in love.
No, he didn’t fall in love with Ms. Grundy.
He fell in love with you.
And, God, did it take him forever to finally realize it. Yeah, he knew there were feelings for you, but he just didn’t know what they meant.
You’d simply glance at him and his heart would start beating faster, or maybe you’d laugh at some comment Jughead made about Reggie and the rest of the jocks and his stomach would erupt into butterflies.
He was so smitten and he didn’t even know it.
He’d stare at you, just smiling to himself because you were oblivious to it. And if you did notice, you’d just roll your eyes and tell him to take a picture. But he didn’t need a picture, because how could he - how could anyone forget you?
It wasn’t until Veronica said something did he notice his feelings - his true feelings - towards you.