look at that face and her smile

anonymous asked:

Fix it fic where Yousef comes back today? PLEASE? I don't know how maybe the girls surprise her and brought him back I know it doesn't make any sense it doesn't have to just please can you write one I'm so sad. Thank you!

Well nothing else makes sense anyway so why not? Hope you like nonnie!


“Fortunately, love does too.”

The end of the speech is met with enthusiastic cheers and applause. Sana has tears in her eyes and is hugging everyone around her. Just as they all calm down, her phone starts ringing. She looks down and a huge smile appears on her face.

Yousef is trying to FaceTime her.

She presses the green button and his beautiful face fills up her screen. Too much of her screen actually.

Sana laughs. “Why are you so close to the camera? Back up a little bit so I can see Turkey.”

“Turkey?” he says in a mischievous tone. “You’d rather see Turkey and not me?”

She rolls her eyes. “How about both?”

“See the problem is, showing both would be a problem because geographically it’s not possible.”


“If I moved, you wouldn’t see Turkey.”

The last word rings in her ears and it’s a little too loud. She turns around and there he is, standing a few feet away, wearing a white and golden kurta. Looking as handsome as ever.

She’s too shocked to talk, to move, to even blink. Because if she does, he might disappear.

The girls surround her and say, “You didn’t think the speech was the only surprise we had for you right?”

She’s too dumbfounded to even understand how and when and where they came up with this idea or did this, all she knows is that Yousef is slowly walking towards her and she’s having a hard time breathing.

“Eid Mubarak Sana. You look……stunning.” He says, with a little difficulty, apparently just as breathless as she was.

“What are you….I mean….” All her thoughts are jumbled and all she wants to do is wrap her arms around him and hug him for an eternity.

“I got a ticket in the mail three days ago, convinced my family for another two days, got on a plane this morning, and here I am now.”

She looks at the girls in disbelief and Noora winks at her and subtlety tells her to check her phone.

A new text from her reads, “Julian Dahl owed me a favor.”

Sana shakes with laughter and disbelief and happiness all at once. Then she looks up at Yousef, grinning from ear to ear.

“I can’t believe you came.”

“Don’t you remember? Alt for deg girl.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you do 14 for Elorcan please? Thanks!

14. Pregnancy/Birth get ready bc im gonna cry!!!!!!!!!

  • Elide doesn’t want a child. She knows that she’s not going to be around as long as Lorcan will be and she knows that their child would outlast her as well. 
  • Lorcan, of course, respects her wishes and is taking a tonic.
  • But the tonic is not 100% guaranteed.
  • One day Elide realizes she is overdue for a bleeding. She consults a healer and learns that she’s a few weeks pregnant. 
  • Lorcan finds her a few hours later in their bed, her face deep in thought. As he approaches her, a new scent hits him. New, but familiar. His eyes widen. 
  • “Are you–”
  • He sits down next to her. “What do you want to do?” 
  • She looks to him with tears in her eyes. “I want to keep it,” she whispers with a small smile.
  • “Really?” She nods, sure of her decision. A grin breaks out on Lorcan’s face. He kisses her lips and slowly trails down to her stomach, pressing a kiss to her lower abdomen and whispering something. 
  • “What did you say to them?” 
  • “It’s a secret,” he whispers on her lips. That night he worships her for the goddess she is. She had never felt so beautiful. 
  • Lorcan decides a few months in that he wants to become mortal. One day he goes to a priestess and ends up going through with it. He tells Elide later that night.
  • “What?!”
  • “I want to grow old with you. I want to grow as our child grows. And when I’m a grandparent, I want to look like one.” Elide smiles with tears in her eyes. “You’re such an idiot,” she laughs softly. 
  • When it’s time to give birth, the only people in the room are the midwife, Elide, Lorcan, and Manon of course.
  • Manon coaches Elide through the whole thing while Lorcan simply holds her hand and strokes her hair. 
  • When their little girl is born, Lorcan sobs and Elide makes fun of how much of a softie he is. But when she holds their girl in her arms, she starts to cry a bit, too.
  • “What’s her name?” Manon asks.
  • “Marion,” Elide whispers. 

send me a ship and a number for headcanons!!!!!!

Game Night

Little one-shot idea that popped in my head. Hope you enjoy <3 (read on ao3 here)


“Juggie?” Betty peered around the door to the living room, calling for her boyfriend questioningly. She pressed her lips together to supress a laugh at the sight of Jughead slumped into the couch, arms crossed over his chest. His face was creased into a deep scowl as he kept his eyes locked forwards, refusing to turn and look at Betty.

“Still sulking, I see?” she mused, leaning against the doorframe and watching him with a smile on her face.

“I’m mad at you” he ground out, still not looking her way.

“I can see that!” She laughed at his childish pout. Pushing herself away from the doorway, she shuffled towards the couch and slid onto the cushions next to him. She lifted her legs to tuck beneath her, angling towards her boyfriend. “Anything I can do to redeem myself?”

He blew a deep breath through his nose, and rolled his head along the back of the couch to look at her. While his blue eyes, roamed her face, his features were still twisted into a frown. Betty quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. “Nope, still mad at you” he huffed, turning away from her again.

“I’m sorry Juggie,” Betty whines pleadingly, placing a hand on his chest.

“You cheated, I’m sure of it” Jughead proclaimed accusingly, making Betty giggle, raising both eyebrows at his statement.

“Oh yeah? How did I cheat?” She teased, her voice was thick with amusement, wondering what he would come up with. Clearly his ego had been deeply bruised by the whole event.

He was silent for a moment, thinking over his reply, before quickly sighing “I have no idea, but I’m sure you cheated.” All he was accomplishing was making Betty giggle more, causing him to grow more frustrated with her.

“I didn’t cheat Jug, I’m sorry” she started playing with the collar of his shirt as an attempt to soothe him, making sure to let her fingers brush over the sensitive skin of his neck. She smirked as he saw him shifting in his seat, clearly affected by her movements.

He cleared his throat before crying “but you must of!” turning and facing her fully. “I mean come one, no one is that good at scrabble.” The seriousness of his whole composure insights a fit of giggles in Betty that she could no longer hold back. Jughead was sulking because after a series of tedious games with Archie and Veronica at game night, Jughead had demanded to play something more intellectually challenging, growing bored of the likes of Pictionary and go fish. Though Archie and Ronnie had retreated home at Betty’s suggestion of scrabble, Jughead had been more than eager to challenge her. Whilst at first he had done pretty well, it didn’t take long before Betty completely dominated the game, beating him by a landslide. Apparently, the loss had struck a nerve

“I don’t like it when you laugh at me Betts” he pouted. “I’m serious, my ego is hurt! I’m a writer, if there is one game I was supposed to never lose it’s scrabble!” He huffed, flopping back into the couch again.

Betty shifted herself so she was planted sideways in his lap, making his gaze dart to her. “I think you’re forgetting something Jug” she hummed, looping her arms around his neck, “I’m a writer too.” Jughead’s concentration faltered momentarily when he felt her dainty fingers begin to thread through his hair, an action which made him weak in the knees. “My vocabulary stretches just as far as yours,” she continued, “I just chose not to exercise it in everyday conversation like you do.”

His eyes snapped open where they had fluttered shut, soothed by the gentle massaging of her hands in his ebony curls. “Unacceptable!” he proclaimed, scooping Betty up behind her legs and bringing her to stand with him whilst she squealed at the sudden movement. Once he placed her firmly on her feet, Jughead turned to face Betty. They weren’t quite nose to nose, considering how tall he was when he stood at full height, but it was pretty close.

“Betty Cooper, I challenge you to a rematch” he declared, smirking at her. One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Didn’t think your ego could take another hit Juggie, I mean you’ve only been sulking about the first loss for 1 hour and…” she grabbed his wrist to look at the watch that rested there, “37 minutes,” she giggled.

“Oh Betts,” he reached to cup her face and softly pulled her in to place a brief kiss on her full pink lips, “this time, I’m gonna destroy you at scrabble”

Betty bit her lower lip, holding back a smile at his newfound confidence. “Bring it on Juggie.”

Three games later, Jughead was convinced Betty had every word in the English dictionary committed to memory. She had beaten him at every single game, and each time Jughead reacted by yelling at himself with frustration for a few minutes, whilst Betty watched him howling with laughter, before he sat down again and began gathering the tiles to prepare for another game.

“Fine, FINE! I concede defeat!” he shouted, throwing his arms in the air dramatically and slumping back in his chair. “I’m never playing scrabble with you again.”

“Are you bored of sulking yet?” she asked, scraping the tiles together and scooping them into the bag.

“Nope. Gonna milk this for a little while I think.” He muttered, watching Betty shake her head at his stubbornness. When she started to walk past him towards the kitchen, he caught her hand and pulled towards him, so that she fell onto his lap. With a smile, she shifted so that she was straddling him, placing her hands on each side of his face, stroking his skin softly with her thumb. “How come I had to fall in love with a girl who’s so much smarter and prettier than me?” his tone was dripping with teasing sarcasm, making them both grin widely.

“I don’t know Jug, I think you’re very pretty” she teased, pushing the dark curls away from his face, so she could lock eyes with him. “But you do suck at scrabble.”

“Shut up” he grinned and reached up to pull her face to his, they both smiled into the kiss.

Jughead has never won a game of scrabble.

anonymous asked:

You can tell Tobin is taking a video of Christen's last insta story because Chris keeps looking off camera and she has this little smile on her face.

Hahahhahahahahahahahhahahahhahaa annoying

OKAY, I HAD TO WROTE THIS! Im so MOHNSTAD/CHRISEVA TRASH! Its my version of the last clip. 

(Probably maaaany mistakes but well.. i dont give a shit and I want CHRISEVA!)


They finally was a couple. Chris just still couldn’t believe in that. Eva seriously asked him to be her date on Sana’s party. 

And of course he said yes. He was her boyfriend, officially.

They were talking about the food and lookng to each others eyes.

-I don’t like tomatos. - said Eva, pursed her nose. 

-I can eat it if you don’t want to. - whispered Chris to her ear. Eva smiled to him and gave a little kiss on his cheek. 

In next minute they both saw Jonas and Emma together. Eva looked at Chris face. 

-Are you still mad about what happened with me and Jonas? - red-haired asked him without smile. 

-No, not now. I know you did this because you was afraid your feelings for me and I know that meant nothing for you. And well, Jonas looks happy with that girl.

-And I’m happy with you. - said Eva and kissed Chris. 

Now, everything was perfect for both of them. They were perfect for each other.

letthepeoplesay-oh  asked:

Ive got this headcanon that Jyn secretly has a serious sweet tooth so every time Cassian goes on a mission to a far off planet he finds some local sweet to bring back to her.

I love this! 

It starts as a small thing. A few sweets from his pocket that he pulls out of the recesses of his blue parka while they are waiting on repairs to his ship. Jyn takes it wordlessly, unwraps it, and plops it into her mouth. The sugar hits her tongue and she turns to look at him with this delighted smile that lights up her whole face. When he has to go on his next mission without her, it’s that face that keeps him company on the long transport there. It’s the face that he thinks about when he passes a market stall and buys another handful of candies that he thinks she may like. It’s the face he thinks about more often than is good for him.

Jyn doesn’t love all the flavors–some she outright spits out–but Cassian doesn’t mind. Sometimes they spend their time discussing favorite flavors when their eyes grown too tired to look at another data pad. Other times, Jyn tells him when a flavor reminds her of childhood (”This one tastes like licorice and the sea. We had sweets like this on Lah’mu; Mama brought some home from the village and let me have some on the only name day I spent there.”) He finds later that she’s kept the wrappers to the candies, smoothed out and pressed into her assigned dresser drawer. She’s never had many possessions, choosing even now to keep things light, but she keeps these momentos.

The first time she kisses him (and he kisses her), she’s just finished off a berry-flavored hard candy coated in chocolate, and the taste lingers in her mouth. It becomes Cassian’s favorite flavor of anything ever (it becomes hers, too).

Saturday Sleepover

Reincarnation (Mummy AU Jungkook) Pt8 ~final(maybe)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Type: Angst Fluff

You smiled at Jeongguk “what was she like?” you asked him as he put down the drink in his hand “what?” he asked back “Maat” you told him. “She was a true gift from the gods. She was kind and loving. Gorgeous. She was the first woman to say that she loved me” he says as a large smile came onto his face. “I asked her to be my wife and she accepted right away” he sighed. “She’s hard to describe” he finished “I’m glad you had her. Are you sure you want to replace her because I look like her?” you asked him.

His smile dropped “what do you mean?” he asked “you love Maat. You can’t truly make me her-” “I don’t want you to be her” he spoke nearly yelled. “I’ve known you 3 days. You told me you weren’t her already. I can’t change it alright. No one will be Maat” he says as he eyes water. “I know you are the only person who will make it easier, knowing she will never be here again hurts. I want to get to know you, Y/N” he whispered “that is why I’m trying to be around you” he told “maybe you could remember her life but that doesn’t mean I want you to become her” he states. “Guk” you say as you looked at him in shock. “You want to love me even if I can’t be her?” you asked softly “yes. I truly believe I can fall in love with you” he spoke as you got up.

You wrapped your arms around him hugging him close to you. He smiled as he quickly hugged back “you aren’t drunk correct?” he asked as you shook your head no. “Good” he whispered as he pulled you closer. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to your cheek as you giggled. “You’re mine” he cooed as you rolled your eyes “we aren’t dating. We’re going to get to know each other better then if it works out well then we can date” you explain as be smile turns into a pout.

“Sorry it’s how modern times work. I’m not truly yours because you say so” you tell him teasingly as you watched the wine in your glass shift. “Why is it so complicated?” he asked “humans realized that love is more important than power and wealth” you tell him. “Well my love is there” he says “well it has to be shared on both halves” you told him. “You don’t love me yet?” he asked “no. I have a feeling I’m going to eventually give into it all” you tell him as he smiles. “Now what is this?” he asked drawing attention to the food “pasta and some sauce” you tell him as he smiles “exciting” he spoke as he picked up a fork “there’s a lot of exciting foods out there. You get to try them now” you tell him as you two began small talk for the real first time where both of you felt 100% comfortable with the situation.

Sorry its so short!! I kinda want to leave your mind open to what may happen with the two of you in the future!!

anonymous asked:

Yaay ask box opeeen, jealousy reaction ( nobuyuki, saizo, hotaru and kageie)

__ was shopping with Nobuyuki, as he insisted on wanting to buy her jewellery and new clothes. After all she was the Lady Sanada who could afford to present herself in the most lavish way.
He noticed that hairpins were something that easily caught her attention, so he led her to a store that offered a great variety of them.
The shop owner was a young spruce man, smiling friendly at the couple, nothing that interested Nobuyuki at first.
That was the case until he and __ seperated within the store, looking at the hairpins and he caught the owner advancing on his woman, from the corner of his eye.
Apparently he was helping her to try on one of the hairpins, but actually that was something he could do without stroking her hair and putting a strand back behind her ear, while watching her face dreamily.
Unhanding the shiny hairpin, Nobuyuki went up to them, his pace as usual, even though there was something daunting about it.
Hands off my woman, would you?” was the only thing he said to the man with his common serene smile.
The store was closed the following day.

She was unnecessarily nice to them.
He knew she had to work, contact with another men inevitable. However that wasn’t what was bothering him anyway.
Those men were messing around, displaying daft behavior and dragging her into it, which she didn’t even seem to mind.
She was joking and laughing along with them, while he was watching at the side and avoiding to talk to her whenever she decided to come over to him.
Even though she kept asking him, if anything was wrong, he denied it, but left the room quite soon.
Some hours later, when she was done with her work, she decided to go to his chambers, only to find him sleepy and distant like a few hours ago.
She was oblivious to what bothered him, but wanted to talk to him, starting to tell him about anything and everything.
Is that so.
Have you now.
Those were answers she was already used to, that were so like him, but she couldn’t help noticing the change in his tone when he did so, especially when other men were involved in what she was talking about.
Saizo, are you…jealous?
This time his answer was a different one, not verbal, but a fierce passionate kiss, stealing away any further questions.

It had been forever since she had last seen him, a regular of hers, a young man immediately approaching her when seeing her in town.
He was visibly excited to be able to talk to her and she was polite enough to return everyone of his smiles and answer his questions explicitly.
She was rather oblivious to his intentions or feelings until he finally stopped babbling and his expression turned a bit more serious.
Say, would you care to see me again? Like.. a date?
His ranking a hand through his hair bashfully after his question was cut short soon by a shuriken, barely missing him as it tacked to the wall right behind him.
The man had no time to grasp what was going on before several shuriken were flying towards him once again.
He wanted to drag her along, escape somewhere safe, but she didn’t move, seeing the shuriken and knowing whose they were right away. Those shuriken belonged to no other than Kirigakure Hotaru.
Turning around with a relatively judgemental expression, she indeed saw him on a roof, leaping down once making eye contact.
His sad frown was contrasting hers, as he wasn’t really sure what was so wrong about his behavior, having simply followed his emotions.

It could have been a very tranquil afternoon actually.
__ had been beaming once she heard Kageie offering to go out to eat, happy to be able to spend some time with the man she loved.
However she was oblivious to the man, sitting across them, right in front of Kageie whose eye he’d caught, as he was obviously eyeing his woman with a smug grin. Or at least that was how Kageie himself percepted it, as he found the man despicable in all his movements and expressions.
Soon he approached the table of the couple, leaning towards __ in a slack posture and produced a vivid flower, offering it to the confused woman.
“Is the lady seeing someon-” he started only to be interrupted by Kageie’s voice.
“She is. But apparently you aren’t seeing right. Do one.”
Hearing the threatening undertone hidden behind his almost stoic voice, the man simply stepped back to his table, but Kageie didn’t settle for things to end that way, especially as the flower was still placed on the table in front of __.
Getting up and approaching the man with a menacing poise, he aroused the attention of everyone that was ready to defend him, dealing with every single one with ease.
The afternoon was spoiled of course. Nothing he didn’t know how to make up for.

Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Six

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

         ***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (Fyi this is total fiction as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature

Stretching out on the large bed, Jeffrey tried to fall asleep but he kept running over conversations with Aria and picturing her quirking smile and bright eyes. He adored her laugh, the way she threw her head back and didn’t bother suppressing the adorable snort. She was completely real, at least from what he knew about her. 

On the next date, Jeffrey was determined to learn more about her and keep his mouth and hands to himself, at least until after dinner. They needed to get to know each other. He wanted to know more about her past and family, he wanted to know what her hopes and dreams were for her career. Aria was driven and he wouldn’t be surprised if she had more plans in the works for her restaurant and craft. 

Growling in frustration, Jeffrey looked down at his groin. The incessant hard-on he had while speaking to her over Skype had yet to recede, the woman’s pouty lips and sparkling eyes igniting a heat in his shorts that wouldn’t leave without proper attention. 

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  • ❝ I’m gonna turn her into a bloomin’ onion ❞ 
  • ❝ I’m worried because your PC thought that was NASTY 
  • ❝ Have you noticed something approaching DAWNING HORROR on the husband’s face? 
  • ❝ She looks like a human goldfish cracker 
  • ❝ NO, DON’T SMILE 
  • ❝ I’m gonna yartz ❞ 
  • ❝ There’s no reason to have a rough face and seven different types of forehead blemishes 
  • ❝ Fucking look AT her 
  • ❝ I want the middle of his face to just be sort of a ruined wasteland; a blighted hellscape 
  • ❝ Look at that just, like, beef steak ❞ 
  • ❝ I can’t interact with objects yet, honey, I haven’t completed the tutorial 
  • ❝ Baby enjoy toy; mommy buy for you 
  • ❝ I will take a hammer and FIX the baby 
  • ❝ Baby is broken; it’s too SMALL 
  • ❝ Superglue baby back to his BIG SIZE 
  • ❝ Baby need snack; I give baby snack of cleaner 
  • ❝ Clean baby’s tumtum; SCRUBBIESCRINKLEWINKLE 
  • ❝ He’s caught in the atoms of the linoleum 
  • ❝ Come to me, my Shaunster 
  • ❝ Nobody move, I’ve lost both a contact lens and a husband 
  • ❝ God forgive me 
  • ❝ He cool… He cool, he cool 
  • ❝ I DO THIS 
  • ❝ Pretty good, IT DOESN’T SEEM 
  • ❝ I tell little joke 
  • ❝ Next time, you INVITE Pam 
  • ❝ Did the dialogue just support your slash fiction? 
  • ❝ Uh, Final Pam forget keys; BRB 
  • ❝ Okay, I got them, WE COOL 
  • ❝ I bet you did not OVERSEE that coming 
  • ❝ Hey everybody, it’s me, ROACHIE, your favourite guy 
  • ❝ Drink up, Roachie 
  • ❝ I have a son; he’s a can of peas 
  • ❝ Ask him something only Roachie would know 
  • ❝ Guns are just so last year 
  • ❝ Roachie, I’ve been meaning to ask you something for a long time now and I just want you to know that you’re the most special bug in the world to me and I can’t imagine exploring the wasteland without you; will you marry me? 
  • ❝ He said YES 
  • ❝ Nothing, you leave me NOTHING? 
  • ❝ I’m gonna be in a deep depression for the next few minutes 
  • ❝ It didn’t get noodley though 
107. Krystal x Fem!Reader

Originally posted by tae-tae-taeyeon

Request: f(x)’s Krystal being jealous of how much time her gf is spending with Jessica, please? I’d appreciate it if you based it on this detail: the gf is an eldest child who is used to taking care of others and just loves having a big sister, so she doesn’t even realize that she’s neglecting Krystal.

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Break Ups and Being Cliche || j.j.

this is my first riverdale imagine lmao. tell me what you think about it. :) unedited btw lmao -r

Warnings/Contains: fluff i guess lmao, cursing


“So, it’s almost a week…” Veronica said slowly as she fiddled with her fingers, not knowing what to say.

You nodded your head, forcing a smile to your face. “Yeah,” you said. “Time flies so fast, doesn’t it?”

Betty looks at you uneasily, not sure if you three should talk about this topic. You and Jughead had recently broke up a week ago as mentioned. You two are still friends and planned to keep that way. No more, no less. You two have broken up in good terms, wanting to be happy. But you were never happy after the break up. You only forced the smile and laughter, not wanting to cause drama.

“Y/N,” Betty said. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Of course, Betts.” You smiled at the blonde. “We’re still friends, at least.”

Veronica sighed. “You don’t have to keep it all inside.” Veronica said, frowning. “No one ever got in to a break up without being sad.”

“Jughead.” You simply answered and sighed.

Veronica and Betty shared a look. The clad crowned beanie boy was actually pretty whipped or swoon as Veronica would say but you actually did not know that.

You were the first girl he ever trusted with everything, the first girl he ever loved. Everyone thought it was obvious; Jughead denied it but he knew that everyone knows.

“You don’t know that,” Betty said as she frowned.

“Yes, I do.” You sighed. “He was the one who broke it off, alright?”

You heard the bell irrupted into its signature sound, causing you to look up and see the boy you were just talking about to Betty and Veronica.

“I have to go,” You mumbled as soon as you saw Jughead slid into his booth.

You slid off your seat and walked to the door, not bothering to greet Jughead as you pass by him. You pushed the door open and went out.

“Clearly, she is not happy about this.” Betty said with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Veronica shrugged. “We have to do something.”

“I miss the old Y/N that brings smiles to everyone’s faces.” Betty said, sighing and Veronica nodded.

“Let’s do this.”

And so they called Jughead’s best friend, Archie. The two told Archie about their friend and Archie said the same thing about Jughead. All Jughead did was write and write and write, not doing anything but write. Barely touching food. So the three planned on getting the two back.

First step: Make Jughead drunk.

They weren’t so sure about this plan, but they sure do hope that once Jughead was drunk he wouldn’t stop talking about the girl and couldn’t help but go to her house.

The following day is a Saturday so it’s more than perfect. Archie went up to his room where Jughead is, typing his feelings out.

Jughead heard the door open but he didn’t bother looking up and kept on moving his fingers as they press the certain keys of his keyboard.

“Hey, Jug.” Archie greeted.

“Arch.” Was all Jughead responded at the red head.

“Um, wanna take a day off from your imaginative world there and go clubbing?” Archie asked.

“No time.” Jughead mumbled.

“Why? It’s Saturday.” Archie said, shrugging.

“Working.” Jughead said, still not taking his eyes off his laptop and kept on typing.

“C'mon, Jug. Don’t your fingers hurt?” Archie said and Jughead shook his head.

“Sorry, Arch. Nothing will make me go clubbing. You know that I’m not into those stuff.” Jughead said.

“Fine.” Archie sighed. “But Jug,”

Jughead hummed in response, not taking his eyes off the screen and kept on typing.

“I’m really worried about you.” Archie said and Jughead shrugged.


“All you did was type in your laptop ever since you broke up with her.” Archie said and Jughead stopped typing.

“And what is that suppose to mean?” Jughead asked, looking at Archie.

“Everyone knows you’re pretty whipped at the girl. I think, you should go talk to her.” Archie said, shrugging and left the room.

Jughead sighed, shaking his head and continued to type. There was nothing to be sad about; he was the one who broke it off after all. But no one truly knows why he even broke it off with her. Only him.

Archie went down the stairs and picked his phone from the coffee table at the living room. He opened his phone and opened the messaging app, typing a message to Veronica.

No luck. Bring alcoholic drinks later, pretty sure dad won’t be here later.

Archie sighed. Really worried about his friend not knowing what to do anymore. But he won’t give up, this is for a friend and he’ll do this.


Later that night, the doorbell rang at Archie’s house, signalling Betty and Veronica are here. Archie ran to the door, opening it.

“So, you got it?” He asked.

“Yeah, everything’s settled. We just have to get Jughead off of his laptop.” Betty said.

“I’ll do it.” Veronica smiled.

Veronica handed Archie the alcoholic drink, going inside then straight to Archie’s room where Jughead is. And for the first time that week, he wasn’t on his laptop; he was actually on his phone.

“Jughead.” Veronica called and Jughead looked at her.

“Hey there.” He said and returned his eyes to whatever it was that’s in his phone.

“C'mon downstairs, we’ll hang out.” Veronica said, smiling.

“No thanks. I just rather not.” Jughead said. “Sorry.”

Veronica walked up to where Jughead is and snatched his phone, making him stand up. “Downstairs, now.” Veronica said with a smile. “We miss you, ‘kay?”

“Will I get my phone back when I hang out with you guys?” Jughead groaned and Veronica only nodded. Jughead sighed, snatched his beanie at the floor and placed it at his head and went down. Veronica softly threw his phone on the bed and saw the a girl popped up on his phone as his wallpaper. You. She picked it up again, wanting to know what he was doing and she started to dig up the stuff that was in his phone. His gallery’s contents was only you.

Veronica sighed before slowly throwing Jug’s phone softly at the bed and went down the stairs to join her friends.

“I invited Kevin, he’s on his way.” Betty said, smiling. Jughead was sat beside Archie and was actually not paying attention.

A few minutes later, Kevin got in and they started drinking. Archie had convinced Jughead to drink a few. But a few got into a lot. And by a lot he is now wasted as fuck.

And the broken boy could only talk about is her.

Archie, Betty and Veronica were a bit satisfied and the only thing they’re waiting is for Jughead to say he wants to go to her house.

“And then, that’s it.” Jughead said drunkenly. “I just woke up one morning feeling she’s not happy anymore.”

Jughead sniffled, resting his elbow on the table as he rested his temple on his hand. “Betts, Kev and Ronnie,” Jughead sighed. “How about you three tell me why isn’t she happy with me anymore? Is it because I can’t be Archie?” He asked, pointing at his friend beside him who is looking at him worriedly. “Dammit, that is it.”

As Jughead said those words, he slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Betty asked.

“To Y/N’s.” Jughead said and left the house, going all the way to the girl he once called his girlfriend before everything went to shit.

“Will he manage?” Veronica asked and Kevin shrugged.

“He will.” Archie said.

Jughead went straight to your door steps, knocking on the door loudly.

You, upstairs, was still lazy to go to sleep so you lay down, thinking about some stuff. The minute you heard the loud knock— banging actually, on the front door, your heart leapt. You were scared, so you ignored but after a few minutes, that someone started banging on the door again but this time with full force.

You stood up, walking downstairs. You looked through the peephole and sighed in relief as you saw Jughead. At least it wasn’t a killer.

You opened the door and Jughead was clearly drunk.

“You’re drunk.” You stated, looking at the boy who still wore his beanie.

“I don’t care.” Jughead mumbled, glaring at you.

You sighed, grabbing his wrist. “Come inside.” You said and pulled him in then close the door behind you. He almost trip to his feet, but luckily you caught him. You placed him on the couch, running to the kitchen to get him some water.

Jughead sighed, as he laid head over the top of the backrest, thinking about some stuff.

You returned from the kitchen and placed the glass of water on the coffee table, looking at Jughead.

“Why’d you got drunk?” You asked him quietly.

“Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin wanted to hang out and they brought some drinks and I got drunk.” Jughead mumbled.

“And they sent you here?” You asked softly.

Jughead shook his head. “I went here by myself to ask you why weren’t you happy with out relationship.” He mumbled, shifting on his position to get comfortable.

You looked at him curiously.

“Mm,” Jughead hummed, looking at you. “That reminds me. Why weren’t you happy with our relationship? Wasn’t I good enough? Were you in love with Archie? Were you going out with someone else behind my back?”

It hurt the way he said those words. Did he really not know that you were so in love with him?

“Jughead, gosh, I—”

“You what, Y/N? You did not know I felt that way? You were in love with me? You thought I did not care? Bullshit, Y/N.” He said, standing up to face you. He glared right at your eyes. His eyes full of anger and hurt. “That’s fucking impossible, everyone in town that Jughead Jones the Third was in love with the Y/N Y/L/N. Two different worlds that could never be.”

You sigh, frowning letting him speak.

“Is that why you don’t feel the same way as I do? Because we’re two different worlds. Everyone knew me as Reggie would say, spooky, scrawny, pathetic internet troll, smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak. Everyone knew you as the perfect girl that everyone wanted. Is that why? What, Y/N?” He snapped, his eyes full of tears by now. He was really angry at this time but you don’t want to talk about this. You are not ready and you doubt you will ever be.

“Jughead, you’re drunk.” You stated.

“Oh, no. I’m pretty sure I sober up and I’m thanking the other four they made me drunk or else I’ll never be here finding answers.” He said, letting the tears flow freely.

“Jughead, please.” You pleaded, grabbing his wrists but he slapped your hands away.

“Did you just use me for making the jock jealous? Did you just agreed to be my girlfriend just so the jocks—”

“The jocks! The motherfucking jocks! What’s your problem with them?!” You yelled, cutting Jughead off. “Why are you so fucking insecure of the jocks?”

“I don’t know, maybe because when we were still together you could leave me for any of them in just a snap of their fingers!” Jughead shot back.

“I don’t care about the damn forsaken jocks, I want you!” You yelled, grabbing his jacket with your fists as you closed your eyes, letting the tears flow. “You don’t get it, do you? I am so fucking in love with you and ever since you called it off, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I did something horrible to you.”

Jughead sighed, letting more tears go. “I broke up with you because I felt you weren’t happy anymore. The first few months has been hella happy and suddenly when I woke up it felt like you weren’t happy anymore.” Jughead mumbled.

“I wasn’t happy but not because of our relationship.” You said, sniffling. “It was because of a family problem. It started a few weeks before we started and it was getting worse until you asked me out, for the first time in weeks I felt really happy. You were the only light in the dark and I got too happy and I forgot about the shitty home life and I just… focused on us about being really happy until one day it got really really really worse and everything fell apart for me.”

Jughead held your hands to his lips, kissing them.

“I’m so sorry, Jughead.” You said, sobbing softly.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Jughead asked softly, brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb.

“You have a lot going on with your home life and… I just… wooh.” You said, chuckling.

“I’m so sorry for giving up so easily on you, darling.” Jughead mumbled and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What the fuck?” You said with a laugh. “Did you just call me ‘darling’?”

“Way to ruin a moment.” Jughead says, laughing as he wiped his tears off. You laughed, removing his hands and did it yourself instead since you just wanted to.

“Fine then, let’s be cliche.” You said, laughing.

“Fine, just for one night.” He said with a joking groan.

“Hey, you started it.” You laughed and got your phone, playing the stripped version of ILYSB by Lany. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. But instead of dancing and all those shit, you embrace him instead.

“I love you so much, Jug.” You mumbled. “I’m so in love with you.”

Jughead sighed, kissing the side of your head. “I’m in love with you too as well, baby.” He said and you chuckled. “What?” He chuckled.

“I’m just not used to it.” You said, “You know, with you calling me pet names.”

“Then, get use to it because I’ll be doing it every now and then, sweetie.” Jughead said, laughing.

“You’re so cheesy.” You said, laughing lightly. Jughead pulled away a bit and looked into your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You chuckled. “Wow, you ask permission to kiss me but not when you call me pet names.” You joked and he laughed. “Of course, you may.”

He pushed a strand of hair to the back of your hair, looking into your eyes before leaning and closed his eyes as he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours. You closed your eyes as you kissed back.

“We’re so fucking cliche.”

Act of Kindness | 04 |

→ Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

01 | 0203

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“Would it be too much if I wear heels?”

Krystal glances back and forth between the bootie on your left foot and the block heel on your right. Her eyes drift up to take in your outfit; fitted black slacks and a simple white blouse with a rose on the breast pocket.

“It looks like you’re going on an interview,” she deadpans, face showing her displeasure.

You roll your eyes and wobble back to your closet, popping the buttons to your shirt open.

“It’s too cold to wear a dress and I don’t want to overdo it,” you grumble, throwing the shirt on the floor by your feet.

“Your man is calling,” she sing-songs, handing you your phone with a smile and wink.

You give her a stank look. “Hey, Ki,” you answer, lip caught in between your teeth. There’s this weird want to smile when you hear his voice on the other end but you pay it no mind.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he sighs. The tone of his voice wipes the slight grin off of your face instantly and Krystal gives you a worried look. “There’s a slight change of plans for tonight.”

“Oh?” you ask, trying to mask the disappointment that’s creeping up on you with a slightly high pitch to your voice. “Is something wrong?” Krystal lifts her brows, trying to get an answer to her silent question but you just wave her off and turn back towards your closet.

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@damereyevents summer exchange for @emdeewrites

Poe x Rey —> Dancing in the Rain

Everyone else on the tarmac was sprinting for the hanger to get out of the sudden downpour, except for one person. Poe supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised - Rey had grown up on a desert planet were rain was probably nonexistent. 

She turned to face him, a wide, brilliant smile on her face, not caring in the least she was getting soaked to the bone.  He suddenly had an idea. He’d seen it in the cheesy holovids Pava liked to watch, and figured it might succeed in prolonging Rey’s gorgeous smile. 

The pilot ran back into the rain,  hardly caring he was soaked by the time he reached the young woman, and grabbed her hand (praying he wasn’t about to get knocked on his ass). Before she could do anything more than stare at him, he’d spun her around. 

“This always looked like fun!” He told her, raising his voice to be heard. 

The smile, if possible, grew wider, and Rey laughed. The two spun each other around in the rain, grinning like a pair of idiots.

BTS as things me and my younger sister has done/said

Jin : *eats a bowl of rice while eating a pudding and drinking tea* “MOM WHAT’S FOR DINNER!” Suga : * sleeps 12 hours straight and while in the bus falls asleep again * J-hope : *smiled 4 hours straight while laughing at me fall off the bed* Rap monster : “Hollie what’s that sound?” *hollie looks in her bag and her deodorant has a hole in it and I get in the way and it explodes in my face* “Hollie I’m dead” Jimin: * acts cute the whole day and nearly makes the whole class boys have a crush on me* V : *my sister stood on an spider and made it a funeral * Jungkook : “ anybody here” *says in a library full of ppl*

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes



-So, you and Eva, huh? - Chris heard behind his back. He turned around and saw Jonas with plate in his hand. 

-Yea, definitely me and Eva. - said Chris and he smiled towards Eva. She talked with Noora and Vilde and she was so happy. And when she was happy, Chris was happy too.

-Well, maybe you don’t know but me and Eva..

-Hooked up a few days ago? I know.- Chris interrupted Jonas. Curled boy looked at him with shock on his face.

-She told you? 

-Well, yes. She did that becuase she was afraid of falling for me. That thing with you meant nothing for her and she said that she was sceared to be with boy like me but I know I love her and she loves me too. 

Chris ended with big smile. He never thought that he would love somebody as much as he loves Eva. 

-And you and Emma? - asked Chris to Jonas. He saw that curled boy was well, a little bit disappointed but Chris didn’t care. 

-I think. - he asnwered a few seconds later. - I hope that Eva will be happy with you.

-I will make everything to make her happy. Not make fun of her or lying to her. - Chris added and looked at Jonas face.

-Yeah, I know I was shitty boyfriend for her. 

-So be great boyfriend for Emma. - said Chris and without any more words he went to Eva and kissed her in front of her all friends.

-I love you. - he whispered to her ear.

-I love you too, Chris Schistad. 

Natza Drabbles - Special Smile
  • Erza: *nods with a small smirk* ... that's right, I don't know which one of my armors is your favorite~.
  • Natsu: I like you. *awkward pause* In the armor.
  • Erza: ...
  • Natsu: Uh... That's my fav? ^^;
  • Erza: ......
  • Natsu: We bathe together, what'd you expect? YOU make THE CLOTHES look good.
  • Erza: .........
  • Happy: *innocently floating by* WAH! Natsu, you broke Erza!
  • Natsu: Nah, she just smiles that way, sometimes. I like that smile, but it's a rare kind of smile, 'cause her Strawberry Cheesecake Smile is way different, and even the smiles she makes for our friends are kinda different.
  • Gray: That's 'cause that smile is for YOU, knucklehead. I've only ever seen her make that face FOR YOU. >.<
  • Lucy: It's not exactly a sibling-ish smile, is it?
  • Gray: It really isn't. That's the kinda face you make when you wanna... makeout...
  • Juvia: Juvia wishes Gray-sama would smile that way for Juvia. >___<

for @potterprideweek‘s LGBT+ youth: narcissa malfoy black ; bisexual

  • narcissa black realises she likes girls a lot—like, a lot—roughly 8 days, 4 hours, and 28 minutes after her 13th birthday.
  • she’s sitting with the sweet summer sun dousing her face, and narcissa takes another look at imogen bole’s sandy curls and the way imogen sort of squints and smiles and imogen’s tiny crescent dimple on the edge of her right cheek and—
  • and narcissa likes girls.
  • a lot.
  • of course, she’d always known. 
  • known something or the other. 
  • but looking at imogen in the sun is like looking at something for the first time with glasses on—and the sight is clear and bright and palpable. 

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Luna + Rollercoaster

Originally posted by queensunyoung

Luna shook her head. “I’m not getting on.”

You pulled her towards the cart. “Come on you promised me.”

Luna looked at you and saw your cute pouty face. She sighed. “Fine.” 

You both climbed into the roller coaster cart and put on the seat belts. Then the guy lowered the safety bar and locked it in place. You looked at Luna with a devilish smile on your face. 

“You ready?”

She frowned. “No and I hate you.”

You smiled even wider. “Love you too babe.”

Then the ride started and the cart began to move. Luna wrapped her arm around yours and scooted closer to you. 

As the cart climbed up the steep slope she buried her face in your arm. “I can’t look.”

The cart was at the very top, and it was about to drop down. You prepared yourself and so did Luna. She squeezed her eyes shut. The cart dipped down and she let out a scream. 

You laughed because it was a false alarm. The cart continued forward. Luna looked up from your arm and opened her eyes. “Weren’t we supposed to fa-”

The cart dropped down and blazed down the track. You and Luna both screamed at the top of your lungs. 

It kept going faster and faster. Suddenly you began to get a little scared. You held Luna’s hand tight. She stopped screaming and noticed. Then she smiled and put her arm around your shoulder. 

Luna screamed each time the roller coaster did a loop or another dive. You buried your face in her neck.

How the hell did you end up being the scared one????

When the ride ended Luna’s smile was wide. You quickly undid your seat belt and once the safety bar unlocked you hopped out. 

Luna slowly undid her seat belt and got out. “We should do that again (y/n), it was fun!”

You glared at her and walked away. Luna had a smug look on her face as you walked to the next ride.