me when i rush to school

tree bros hcs
- connor gives 0 shits and he’s like “move it im gay” to everyone that’s in his way and evan trails behind with his face all red apologizing to ppl for his edgy boyfriend
- connor left his sweatshirt in evans room once when they were smooching and evan panicked when he found it bc that sweatshirt is connors comfort object; it’s got worn down holes on the cuffs of the sleeves from years of connor fidgeting with it; and evan rushes to school that morning to give it to connor bc ‘holy shit what if he thinks i did it on purpose i distracted him w kisses and i stole his sweatshirt and he’ll never talk to me again’ and connor is like 'dude. buddy. keep it. i feel good knowing you have it. it’ll keep u safe when im not there. it’s chill, okay?’
- evan wears the connor sweatshirt every night to bed even if it’s hot af out bc he never ever feels safer than in that sweatshirt
- (connor honestly did freak out when he realized he left it at evans but then he thought abt evan tucked nice and snug in it and that was a more comforting thought to him than actually getting it back. so he buys a new sweatshirt for himself at hot topic and they both match)
- evan is so fucking extra he finds 56 cents in the pockets of this fucking sweatshirt and gives the loose change back to connor and connor is just like …….bruh
- they go on walks all the time it’s their favorite date activity and evan gets so PUMPED to show connor his trees and evan is like “okay GUESS WHATS COOL ABOUT THIS ONE” and connor is like “it’s….tall.”
- connor went to see evan a lot when he worked at the park as a lil ranger thing and he LOVES evans silly uniform like it’s not even hardcore embarrassing or anything, he just gets a kick out of the fact that evan gets to wear a badge for knowing Some Facts About Trees
- evan always fixes the tags sticking out of connors shirt collars
- and connor always gets defensive like “maybe i wanted it there did you ever think of that >:|” and evan gets all cute flustered
- connor is the first to say i love u and he doesn’t make it a big deal, he just kind of says it one day and evan works himself up into a Panicked State bc he wanted to say it for the longest time but was too anxious to be the first one and now the barrier is just suddenly gone and connor loves him??? and that’s just a lot to handle so obviously evans hands get sweaty
- evan proofreads all of connors essays and connor loves watching him get lost in reading them
- ONE TIME and one time only evan gets up the courage to ask connor what the heck weed is like and connor hands him a brownie like “eat this” and evan eats the brownie and wow is he calmer or? something? and he’s being just WEIRD and connor is snorting bc it was just a normal, clean Cynthia Murphy brownie. he’d never give evan weed are you kidding me
- zoe and evan play this game where they bet on how many of connors outfit pieces are from hot topic but it’s all very discreet like “wow that’s a cool chain leather jacket connor where’d you get that from” and he’ll tell them and then one of them inevitably screams
- evan braids connors hair bc it’s calming for the both of them
- they watch nature documentaries like all the time and no one knows why or how it happens. it will be the middle of the day and somehow these two are dead asleep on the couch with natgeo on the tv at full volume
- they also watch a lot of antiques roadshow but they seek it out and genuinely have a good time with it

Please help me find someone else with my rare conditon

My name is Valerie, I’m a teenager, and I’m chronically ill. 

I’ve been sick for a decade now, and unfortunately, I tend to get all the rare and ~special~ disorders. Because of this, I currently have doctors in nine cities spanning across five states. I battle six chronic conditions, and balancing them is a daily struggle, but I’ve managed. 

But my newest condition has turned my life upside down. It’s called Recurrent Subacute Thyroiditis (RSAT) and most doctors will never see a case of this in their lifetime. I luckily have found a doctor who has least seen a few cases of this before, but I am the youngest person she has ever seen with this condition. 

RSAT is an inflammation of the thyroid that causes overactivity, leading to high heart rates, trouble breathing, low blood pressure, dizziness, chest pains, insomnia, fatigue, hair loss, and muscle weakness. The overactivity lasts for about 2-3 months, and then the thyroid flips to inactivity, leading to lethargy, extreme fatigue, depression, low body temperature, and slow heart rates. The inactivity lasts for 2-3 months, making this a 4-6 month condition. I’m currently in the middle of my second episode, and my first episode was just two years ago.

I am terrified. This condition has caused me to be rushed to the ER twice. This condition has rendered me so dizzy and dropped my blood pressure so low that walking is a hazard and I am in a wheelchair. This condition has prevented me from attending school since the end of October. This condition can occur again, and there is no telling when or how often. 

I’ve scoured the web, posted in countless Facebook groups, analyzed research, and even scheduled a conference call with doctors in another country to try to get some answers. Not only is there no information on it, but I can’t find anyone else with it (and due to HIPPA laws, my doctor is not allowed to connect me with the other cases she has seen). I have support from my friends and family, but they cannot even begin to understand what this is like. 

I am alone in this right now, but I know the internet is a powerful place. I’ve seen other kids with rare conditions find support and/or answers, and I thought I might as well give it a shot. Please, please - even if you don’t have this condition, even if you don’t know me, please reblog this and spread this around. I just need to know that I’m not alone in this. Even finding one person who has this would make the world of a difference.

Thank you in advance. Those who know me best know I absolutely hate asking for help, but I can’t do this alone anymore. 

To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

tagged@emrysaaryn@bubbles2428@dreaxs@marauder-lover@purecout-ure@therealme13posts , @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle

Originally posted by tomhollanderr



Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  


“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?

when we were seven years old and red-cheeked at the sunrise of our lives, i wrote you a letter and slipped it in your schoolbag when no one was looking. catholic school nuns taught us that god is always watching and maybe god saw me do it. back then i didn’t care. now i’m not sure if he even exists. still i believe that if god did exist, he wouldn’t give a damn about a love letter a girl wrote for another girl.

it wasn’t exactly a letter.

it was a poem i stole from a book i can no longer name because i didn’t write poetry yet and i wouldn’t until much, much later. i was the first person you showed it to. i swallowed my heart and framed a boy classmate who liked you.

i thought i’d gotten away with it.

we were alone after class as always when you said, “you wrote it, didn’t you?” for the first time, i became acquainted with the sensation of crashing. scrambled insides. a soul inverted. i still don’t know how i managed to laugh like it was a joke. i denied everything. i think you believed me.

i kind of wish you hadn’t.

time led us to different places and different lives. i dropped the sketchpad and picked up the textbooks, traded the dream of artist for neurosurgeon. i misplaced pieces of myself. i found new parts. i wrote a poem for the very first time. i lost myself in the lips of people who don’t even know your name and wrote poetry about them.

i forgot about you.

we are seventeen years old on the cusp of the midday of our lives when i see you again. it’s seven-thirty in the morning by the old school. your classes have already started and yet there you are, strolling like you can stop time at any moment. you don’t even look at me but the snapshot of you mid-step, framed by the early morning sunlight, rushes at me like a sucker punch and i find that i can barely breathe.

you grew up.

your beauty once crept on people. soft and gentle. moonlight. now it turns stranger’s heads. glittering and dangerous. you are the sun trapped in a vessel. your light might blind me but i want to keep looking at you.

i want to greet you good morning and ask you how you’re doing. i keep walking.

it’s shallow but i fall in love with pretty strangers all the time and you’re no exception. you were my best friend once but now you might as well be anyone, and anyone is easy to forget. so i almost forget you again but it seems like something out there doesn’t want me to, because you find me on instagram, of all places. i can only feed on so many glimpses of a life that has nothing to do with me until the urge to hear your voice again overwhelms the fear in my veins.

i type: how are you? do you remember me? 

i type: do you remember the letter?

but all i send is: hi.

— a letter i will never send | the list of people i’ve fallen for | OCEAN M.

anonymous asked:

AU where Bitty and Jack both suddenly wake up, after having had a few years together, and find themselves in their beds on the morning of the day they met. Both remember everything that happened, but neither thinks the other does, so they both pretend not to remember (which only complicates things more). They end up reenacting a lot of their interactions and it kills them both to do things they know hurt the other but they don't want to change anything.

oh no buddy, I’m not gonna let this stay sad. I’m gonna draw attention to several sad things, but then I’m gonna fix it.

******************

Bitty wakes up on his first day of freshman year. Again. He quickly decides that he can’t say anything to anyone. There was no way to prove that the life he had just been living was anything but a dream.

He goes through the motions as well as he can remember. If he lingers a little on the handshake when he ‘meets’ Jack again, well, who could notice a thing like that?

Jack wakes up in the Haus. He mirrors Bitty’s mental process, realizing that if he started talking about this he could lose the future he knows is on its way. He searches Bittle’s face for recognition, but is too afraid to say anything.

Jack takes a deep breath every day and snaps at Bittle, pushing every pet name out of his mind. Bitty forces himself to forget and relearn how to take a check. On the rink together for checking practice, neither can think of any way to ask if they’re going through the same thing. They both cry more than they did the first time around.

Sometimes Bitty just gets angry at having to repeat things. He tries as hard as he can to not mess the repetitions up, but he isn’t perfect. When Ransom and Holster start asking him what his type is, he rolls his eyes and replies “Men.” As soon as he’s said it he remembers that he had only said that later to his camera, but the damage doesn’t seem to be too great. Jack doesn’t seem to react to the change, adding to his mental list of evidence that everything else had just been a dream. He gets the list of eligible Winter Screw options a few days earlier, but everything settles back to what it had been within a week. Whenever he starts thinking about the next few years, he’s enraged about everything he’s going to have to sit back and let happen. Everything that was going to make Jack sad, and that he wouldn’t be able to fix. Everything that was going to hurt him that he couldn’t avoid. 

Jack wakes up every day and writes up a game plan. It’s hard to have to turn back years of learning and be worse as a captain, especially when he remembers every mistake he made in every lost game. So he writes down those mistakes as a reminder to himself to make them. Half of the mistakes are emotional, and that’s what really gets him. He’s forced to act like those years of growing as a person never happened, like they were worthless. He hates trying to make himself glare at Bittle when they’re on the same line, he hates telling him that it was a lucky shot, he hates being so close to his boyfriend except for the fact that he isn’t his boyfriend yet.

Then it’s the playoffs. Bitty steels himself all week for the concussion he knows is coming. It crosses his mind to try to avoid it, to spare himself the pain and potential brain damage. But he remembers that it was only after the concussion that Jack started texting him, and they really got close. He knows that if he went against the play he knew Jack was going to suggest, he’d only drive them apart. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad the first time.

Jack is confident he can find another reason to text Bittle over the summer. He’s thought about this for the whole school year. Whatever consequences could come from not seeing Bitty hurt like that would be worth it. He just has to convince the coaches to not put Bitty in at the wrong time. 

“Oh my god, I thought we got over this months ago,” Bitty mutters to himself. He doesn’t remember Jack getting so annoyed about playing with him during this game, but he’s at a point where everything has run together in his mind. 

“Jack, I’ll be fine,” he half-lies. He will, eventually. There’s something close to panic in Jack’s eyes. Weird, Jack had taken so long the first time around to show any tiny sign of weakness.

“Promise me you’ll avoid number three.” This is definitely different from before. Bitty stares at Jack. “Spencer, number three, don’t go near him when he’s on their side of the rink. Promise me, Bits.”

“You didn’t even call me Bitty at this point,” he says in shock. They stare at each other for a minute, eyes wide. 

“I won’t get the concussion this time and we’ll talk about this after the game,” Bitty blurts out. Jack nods vigorously. They play, and it’s brutal, but Bitty avoids the hip check. Once the game is over, they rush to get seats together in the bus. In whispers, they talk about the future they already had. Bitty mourned the years of school he had ahead of him that he had already completed. Jack complained about having to rewalk a long path to the Stanley Cup. They talked about teammates who felt like family but would still know them as strangers. Graduation, the Fourth of July they spent in Madison, their first Christmas together. Every important milestone of their relationship.

“And in this loop or timeline or whatever, we haven’t even kissed!” Bitty whispers, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “I was at the point where I was out of college, happy with my career, and hiding a ring from you!”

“You weren’t!” Jack says out loud before dropping back into a whisper. “I was doing the same thing.” They both start laughing. It’s the perfect time to have a second first kiss. They lean in towards each other, their lips meet, and–

–They’re back in their apartment. Bitty sits bolt upright in their bed and turns to Jack. For a fleeting second, he thinks about pretending the last several months just didn’t happen. Jack sits up too, and their eyes meet.

“Did that just–”

“Your frog year take two–” They dissolve into relieved laughter.

“I thought I was going to have to take calc again!”

“I thought I was going to have to listen to you complain about calc again,” Jack says before Bitty smacks him with a pillow. “Kidding! Kind of! Wait, weren’t we just saying that we wanted to propose to each other?” He throws himself out of bed and runs to start rummaging through various coat pockets.

“Oh no, you’re not going to propose to me before I can propose to you!” 

Everything is as it should be once more.

The Void Inside Me (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.

Warnings: Smut; choking.

Word Count: 6860

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Crea Magazine, July 2017: Kyungsoo interview

[D.O.] is a main vocal of the well-acclaimed performance group EXO, and has gained popularity for his calm air. We went to Seoul to hear more, starting with his first romantic comedy.

Afternoon in Seoul in a studio by the Han River - he entered quietly and appeared suddenly at the corner I was sitting in, waiting for him. 

“Konichiwa.” I rose and greeted thoughtlessly in Japanese, caught off guard. He bowed with an honest smile, replying with “konichiwa.”

Gray jacket and sneakers. Pale skin and thin, silver-framed glasses. The outfit made D.O. seem like an unassuming college freshman more than a celebrity.

He has been balancing acting with EXO’s activities for three years. In South Korea, where it takes time to be recognized as an actor, he stands out from even within EXO for featuring in projects alongside movie stars like Ha Jungwoo and Shin Hakyun. 


South Korean artists often make their actor debut in school-life dramas, but in D.O.’s case, he’s left strong impressions acting as an alter ego (IOIL) and as a psychopath (IRY). Even his film debut (Cart) was a social critique of the treatment of precarious workers, where his character’s mother led labor strikes. 

“Maybe because I go by my birth name for acting, apparently some who’ve seen me in a drama or movie are surprised to learn ‘that guy is in EXO.’ But to me, there’s no such distinction between singing and dancing as EXO or acting for a drama or movie. It feels natural to change for each circumstance. All I think about when choosing a role is if I want to try being him.”

His first romantic comedy, the webdrama Be Positive which released last fall, is a social phenomenon with over thirty million views. 

“Hwandong dreams of becoming a movie director. He’s bright and restless, completely different from any other role I’d had, so he was novel. […] A lot like Hwandong, I try to be positive about everything. But I don’t seem to have the energy to start dancing on the streets (laughs). I don’t really like spicy food either. Ochazuke, kasuzuke! Even in Korea, I often visit Japanese restaurants. (When someone who works at SME) asks if I didn’t go to one just yesterday, I can’t lie about eating sushi again (wry smile).”

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Touché // j.j.

You can’t pin point when. Somewhere between the steady typing and the flipping of pages, between the constant supply of french fries and chocolate milkshakes, between the occasional eye contact and the brief smiles. Somewhere between the hours of three and seven o'clock, you fell.

To be specific, you fell in love with Jughead Jones, Riverdale’s resident tall dark and handsome, at least in your opinion.

It started one afternoon when Pop’s was busier than usual, every booth and table full except one.

“Do you…do you mind if I sit?” You ask, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. “Everywhere else is full.”

You expect him to say no; he is, after all, Jughead Jones, and this is, after all, Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world and everyone at least knew of everyone else, and you definitely know of Jughead and his preference to being alone, especially when he’s writing.

Jughead ceases his typing, locking eyes with you. He glances around the diner, almost surprised at how many people were in it.

“I’m not the best conversationalist,” he says, looking back at you, “I can’t promise anything good.”

This surprises you, you expected a flat out no or for him to even just ignore you.

“I’m not looking for conversation,” you say, shrugging, “just somewhere to sit and read my book while enjoying a milkshake.”

“Depends,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of his laptop, “what flavor milkshake?”

“The best one of course,” you smile back, “chocolate.”

Jughead smiles, actually smiles, and nods.

“Yeah, yeah you can sit,” he says.

You thank him, sliding into the booth and setting your bag next to you. You pull out your book, thanking the waiter as he set down your milkshake.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way,” you say, stirring the drink a bit.

“I know.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side.

“You know who I am?”

You remind yourself again that this is Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world, where everyone knows everyone.

“I know more than you think,” he smiles.

“You take this dark and mysterious thing seriously don’t you?”

“I thought you weren’t looking for conversation?” He raises an eyebrow, half a smirk on his face.

“Touché,” you say, opening your book and settling into the plush seating, sipping occasionally at your milkshake.

This continues for days. Regardless of whether Pop’s is bursting at the seems or it’s just you and him, you always sit together. The two of you sit in that booth, you with a book in one hand and a milkshake in another and Jughead with his laptop on the table and fries next to it.

“You know,” Jughead says one day, fingers still whizzing across the keyboard, “you can sit somewhere else if you want.”

“And ruin the work we’ve been doing?” You smile, “I’m good.”

He stops typing, you feel his eyes on you.

“And what work are we doing exactly?”

“Bonding, Jug,” you say, turning the page.

“Is this what bonding is?”

You look up at him, shrugging.

“What would you call it?”

“Touché.”

Weeks pass, the time you spend at Pop’s growing from a one or two hours into several, your time together stretching into early dusk.

“Hey Jug?” You ask quietly one day, closing your book for once.

He notices, he stops typing, he even half way closes the top of his computer.

“What’s up?”

“How’d you know who I was?” You ask, stirring your milkshake. “That first day…you said you knew who I was before I told you. How?”

“This is Riverdale,” he says, “I think it’s physically impossible to not know someone in this town.”

Jughead opens his mouth to continue, then closes it. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“I notice things, I notice people,” he resumes finally, “I notice when people are different and you’re different. A good different, but different.”

With that, he raises the lid of his laptop, eyes focusing back on the screen.

“You noticed me?”

He looks back up at you, a smile on his face.

“Course I did.”

When you get to Pop’s one day about a week later, Jughead’s not there, Archie is.

“Oh um…hi,” you say, stopping short in front of the booth.

“Hey, Y/N right?” He asks, motioning for you to sit.

You do.

“Yeah, that’s um…” you shift your weight slightly, feeling uncomfortable, “that’s me.”

“Sorry, this must be awkward,” Archie says with a smile, “I’m Archie.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Archie’s eyebrows scrunch up slightly in confusion.

“Sorry, that sounded weird,” you rush, “I just mean, you’re a sophomore on varsity football, the whole school knows who you are.”

Archie smiles a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he shrugs, “anyway, Jughead sent me.”

You feel your shoulders relax involuntarily, leaning back into the seat.

“Okay.”

“He had to stay after school, make up a test or something,” Archie explains, “he told me to come tell you that he’d be here though, just a bit late.”

You smile.

“Thanks Archie,” you nod, “that’s really nice.”

“Anytime,” the boy replies, smiling, “look uh…this may sound super weird but um…you and Jughead…is that anything more th-”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “no we’re…we’re just friends. At least…I think we’re friends. We just…we sit together and we do our own thing. That’s all.”

“I know Jughead, that’s definitely a friendship,” he smiles, “okay, I gotta head back to practice before I’m missed but yeah, he’ll be here.”

With another smile he scoots out of the booth.

“Archie,” you stop him, looking up at his face, “look um…god this is going to sound crazy but…is Jughead…is he seeing anyone o-or som-”

“No,” Archie cuts you off with another smile on his face, “he was, for a bit but…not anymore. Do you like him?”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, your eyes widening a bit.

“I uh…n-no I was just curious,” you shake your head, pulling your book out of your bag, “you better get to practice, don’t want coach to bench you.”

Archie smiles again, always with the smiling, and walks out of the door just as Jughead walks in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he says, sitting down across from you.

“I didn’t know we had a set schedule,” you smirk, tilting your head slightly, “nice of you to send your friend though.”

Jughead looks at you, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Didn’t want you to think I stood you up,” he says, pulling out his laptop.  

“Don’t you have to be on a date to get stood up?” You ask, sipping at your milkshake as Pop places a basket of fries in front of Jughead.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he replies, shrugging.

“So are you telling me that these are dates?”

This time you surprise yourself with your own bluntness, and Jughead as well. He recovers quickly though, the shock on his face only evident for a few brief moments.

“You tell me.”

There it is, his smile, his actual smile. Not a smirk, not some no effort half smile, an actual, full blown, Jughead smile.

Looking back on it, you think that’s when you first knew, when you first realized that you were falling for him.

The rest of the night is spent in silence, well, besides the sound of Jughead’s typing and your book pages begin turned.

You arrive at Pop’s the next day to see Jughead already sitting at the booth, typing furiously. That didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you, however, is the chocolate milkshake already sitting on the table in front of your side of the booth.

“I didn’t see you at school today,” you say, sitting down, “did you skip?”

“Yeah, yeah I um…” he pauses, finishing the sentence he’s typing before looking at you, “I got here this morning because I forgot one of my notebooks and I sat down to finish this paragraph I was on and uh…next thing I knew it was one o'clock in the afternoon so I…figured I’d just stay here.”

“Archie asked me if I knew where you were,” you say, “he came up to me during lunch and asked if I knew if you were sick or not.”

“What did you say?”

“The truth,” you reply, “that I didn’t know.”

Jughead nods, looking back down at his computer screen.

“Jug?” You ask, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He continues to type, oblivious to your calls of his name.

“Juggie!” You exclaim, finally drawing his attention.

“Sorry, got caught up in the story,” he shakes his head, “what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you?” You ask, sliding your book off to the side. “You seem…I dunno, off.”

“Sorry just um…a lot of stuff on my mind I guess,” he says, shrugging.

“About Jason or…other things?” You ask.

“It’s nothing important.”

“Juggie,” you say softly, sliding your hand across the table to touch his arm, “if it’s bothering you this much, it’s important. You can talk to me, always.”

“We’re friends right?” He asks, closing his computer all the way.

“Yeah, yeah course we are Jug,” you nod, “please, tell me what’s going on.”

And he does, he tells you everything. About his parents splitting up, about his dad being part of the Serpents, about his mom taking his sister and leaving, about living at the drive in, about living at the school, everything. And you let him talk, you let him go on for as long as he needs with no interruption, just listening.

“Sorry if that’s a lot but um…I needed to get that stuff off my chest,” he finishes, taking a deep breath, “thanks though.”

“Come stay with me,” the words are out of your mouth before you even think them through, but you don’t take them back, “seriously Jug, my dad’s away on business and my mom won’t care, we’ve got room.”

“No Y/N I can’t expect that from you I do-”

“Juggie, you’re my best friend,” you say, cheeks burning slightly, “please, let me do this for you.”

Jughead looks down, staring your hand touching his, both of your fingers practically intertwined on top of the table.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” He asks after a minute or two silence, looking around the diner. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I’m absolutely positive it’s okay,” you reply, catching his gaze, “but I’m not going to force you.”

“As long as you’re sure,” he says, nodding, “I’d really like to not live under the stairs like Harry Potter.”

You were right, your mom doesn’t care, she even convinces your dad that it’s okay for Jughead to stay with you, and after three weeks of it, you’re convinced it is the single best idea you’ve ever had.

The two of you still spend most of your time at Pop’s, something about the neon lights and plush seating and the constant supply of chocolate milkshakes makes you feel more at home than you do at your actual house. Or maybe Jughead does. Maybe Jughead makes you feel like you’re home.

“Do you ever wonder how some people end up with the worst luck?” He asks one day, eyes never leaving his computer screen as he chews on this thumb nail.

The two of you are going on four hours at Pop’s that day, and you notice that Jughead has barely written anything.

“Are we talking about Jason?” You ask gently, closing the book you were reading and placing it on the table.

“We’re talking about everyone,” he says cryptically, “how some people are born with everything they could ever want available on a silver platter and others are born with nothing, but somehow the golden boy ends up with the worst kind of luck.”

Jughead rarely ever spoke directly about Jason Blossom, you knew by now how to read between the lines of his novel-ish tone of voice.

“I think that it doesn’t matter what you’re born into,” you reply, “I think what matters is the choices we decide to make throughout our lives, and that that’s how we end up with good or bad luck, by the choices we make and by how we live our lives.”

“Jason never had to make a choice though,” Jughead exclaims, closing his laptop and sliding it out of the way, “that’s the thing, he never in his life had to make one choice for himself and somehow he still ended up murdered.”

His bluntness surprises you, this being one of a few times he directly tells you he’s talking about Jason.

“He did make choices, Jug,” you explain calmly, “everyday, just like you and me. He made the choice to let his parents give him whatever he wanted, he made the choice to follow that stupid book Chuck made up, he made the choice to be with Polly regardless of what his parents said, he made the choice to try and fake his own death so he could be with her without fear of them, he made hard choices, some of them more tough than you and I will ever make in our entire lives.”

Jughead stares at you, and for a minute you think he’s going to get up and leave.

But then he grabs his computer, mumbling a quick thank you under his breath and he begins to type furiously.

That night you’re laying on your bed, Jughead in the guest room across the hall and you can’t help but feel like he’s a million miles away.

You can’t sleep. Grabbing your phone, you squint at the brightness before you’re able to turn it down, looking at the clock.

2:37 am

“He’s probably asleep,” you whisper to yourself as you unlock the device, fingers moving almost on autopilot to Jughead’s message thread.

Can’t sleep, you awake?

You lay the phone on your stomach, staring up at the dark ceiling and willing your body to sleep. The vibration of the device pulls you out of your thoughts.

You okay?

You smile, two simple words causing happiness to bubble up in your stomach.

Yeah, just can’t seem to sleep.

You want to come talk?

If you don’t mind.

You’re always able to come talk to me.

You don’t reply, instead you get up out of your bed, quietly opening your door and then closing it behind you. You take three quick steps across the hallway, opening and closing Jughead’s door as quietly as you did your own.

“Hey,” you say softly, standing in front of the door.

Jughead props himself up on his elbows, the first thing you notice is the lack of a grey beanie upon his head.

“Hey,” he says back in the same tone, “you okay?”

Those two words again, this time sounding even better as you can hear him say it in his own voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, pushing some hair behind your ear nervously.

Why are you nervous? You ask yourself as Jughead motions for you to come join him. It’s only Juggie.

You slide under the covers, but only because the room is cold, and you’re next to him, but only because it’s his room, and his arm is around your shoulders, but only because he’s a good friend and he wants to comfort you.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks, rubbing his eye with one hand.

“Did I wake you up?” You ask.

“No I was working on my book,” he explains, pointing at the computer on the bedside table, “don’t change the subject.”

“I dunno…overthinking I guess,” you reply, shrugging a bit.

“About what?”

“Everything I suppose,” you say, “about how if Pop’s wasn’t full that one day or if I had decided not to go then we probably wouldn’t have ever met. About how if I hadn’t continued to sit there we probably wouldn’t have become best friends, about what Archie sa-”

“Archie?” Jughead cuts you off. “What about Archie?”

You curse yourself silently. You didn’t mean to say anything about Archie.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply quickly, but the look on Jughead’s face told you that he wasn’t going to let it go, “okay um…back that one day when you sent him to Pop’s to tell me that you were going to be late uh…he said that you had been seeing someone but that you weren’t anymore and I was…I guess I was just thinking about who it could’ve been.”

He’s silent, more silent than you’ve ever experienced with the many months of knowing him. Minutes pass, they feel like hours. Finally, you decide to break the silence.

“Juggie?” You whisper.

“Sorry I um…” he shakes his head, raven colored hair flying everywhere, “why were…why were you thinking about that?”

“Curious, I guess,” you explain, “sorry if that seems intrusive or weird or whatever bu-”

“No no it’s…it’s okay,” Jughead replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders a bit tighter, “it…it was Betty. We had a thing for a few weeks but in the end we decided we were better off as friends.”

“A few weeks?”

“Before I met you, we stopped about two days before that day at Pop’s”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“You and Betty, are you better off as friends?”

“Definitely.”

You nod, falling into silence once again.

This time Jughead breaks it.

“Look I’m not…I’m not good at this whole feelings thing,” he says, “Betty was the first girl I ever really had those types of emotions for but it wasn’t…it wasn’t what I’m supposed to feel. Or rather what I want to feel.”

“Do you know what you want to feel?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He looks almost angelic in the pale light streaming through the semi-closed blinds.

“Yes.”

“Do you know anyone that makes you feel like that?”

“Yes.”

The answer comes quick, almost too quick.

“Who?”

Another pause.

“I can’t say.”

Your stomach drops on slightly, but enough for you to feel it nonetheless.

“Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he rushes, running one of his hands through his hair, “it’s just that I don’t really know how to.”

“You’re a writer, Jug,” you say, “I know you’ll figure out how to tell her. You’re good with words.”

“Not when it comes to these kinds of words,” he laughs lightly, “I don’t want to mess up.”

“Don’t psych yourself out,” you encourage, regardless of the weight on your heart, “maybe you don’t need your words this time, maybe actions is the way to go. I believe in you, I know you’ll figure it out.”

Jughead finally looks at you, dark hair falling in front of his face as it’s still free of the infamous crown beanie.

“Actions?” He repeats.

“Yeah, you know what they say,” you smile, “actions speak louder than words.”

He blinks a few times, it’s almost like you can see the thought processing through his brain.

And then suddenly his hands are cupping your face and his lips are on top of yours, your eyes closing as if they had minds of their own. You’re shocked, who wouldn’t be, but it only takes a fraction of a moment for your mind to kick into gear and then your kissing him back, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.

If I’m dreaming I hope I never ever wake up.

He pulls away too soon for your liking, both your chests rising and falling little faster than usual.

“That thing you said about actions,” he says breathlessly, “I believe it.”

You smile wide, Jughead pressing his forehead against yours.

“You were talking about me?” You ask, still a bit shocked.

Jughead nods a few times, a smile on his face as well.

“I like you, Y/N,” he finally says, “I know that’s not poetic or artistic or anything like that but I just…I don’t have any other words. I really like you.”

You think your face is going to split in half by the giant smile you can’t keep off your face.

“Juggie,” you bite your bottom lip lightly, shaking your head, “god I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

Jughead’s smile widens and you swear the room brightness a bit.

“I’m really glad you couldn’t sleep tonight,” he whispers, laughing quietly.

“Me too,” you smile even wider, if that’s possible, “Juggie I’m…I’m really really happy right now.”

“God I am too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “do you maybe want to have dinner with my friends tomorrow? I know they’re going out after the game, I can finally introduce you, properly too.”

“Ooh, dinner with the friends,” you say sarcastically, “I don’t know, you think our relationship is ready for that? We’ve only been together all of five minutes.”

Jughead laughs loudly and you shush him, the two of you falling silent to make sure your parents were still asleep.

“My dad will kill you if you wake him up and he finds us like this,” you whisper, shaking your head, “but in all seriousness, do you think it’ll be awkward for Betty? I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything I know you guys ar-”

“Y/N,” he stops your rambling, a soft smile on his face, “it’ll be fine. Betty and I are good, like I said, we’re better off as friends. Trust me, she’ll be okay. I wouldn’t bring either of you to meet each other if I didn’t think she’d be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll come to dinner with your friends,” you say, “on one condition.”

“Oh god, what?”

“I get to wear the infamous beanie,” you rush out, reaching over Jughead’s body and plucking the hat from on top of is computer.

“Y/N!” Jughead exclaims, trying to grab the hat back from you.

“Hold on hold on,” you say, pushing his hand away.

You put the beanie on your head, smoothing your hair out under it and looking back up at him.

Jughead stops struggling, half a smile on his face.

“Well you do look adorable,” he says, brushing a stray piece of hair off your cheek.

“I wear the beanie tomorrow,” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“You can wear it to dinner,” he compromises, tilting his head to the side.

“Touché.”

Jughead keeps his word, and when the two of you leave your house that evening and head for Pop’s, he takes the beanie off his head and places it on yours, shaking out his hair. Jughead intertwines your fingers together, smiling at you and at how happy you look.

Jughead explains his friends to you, telling you a bit about each one of them as you both walk towards the diner.

“They’re probably going to say something,” he says, “about the beanie.”

“Have any of them ever seen you without it?” You question.

“Archie has a few times, Betty once or twice,” he explains, “but other than that, no.”

Jughead’s warnings were a bit understated. In fact, when the two of you walk into Pop’s and find his friends at a booth, it seems all conversation in the entire diner ceases.

“Jug,” one of the girls, Veronica, says, mouthing wordlessly for a few seconds, “you made it, we thought you weren’t going to come for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah we left a bit late,” Jughead shrugs, “guys um…this is Y/N. Y/N, this is…well this is everyone.”

Once the awkward formalities were out of the way and Pop had brought over everyone’s celebratory milkshakes (the football team won that night), everything felt normal.

You laugh at all the jokes, even tell some of your own. You feel like you’ve been part of this group for years, and you know Jughead can tell.

“Hey um…sorry guys I gotta take this,” Jughead says after he pulls out his phone.

“Juggie?” You ask. “Everything okay?”

“What? Yeah,” he replies, “it’s just…it’s my mom. I should take it.”

“Yeah, yeah of course go ahead,” Betty says, “we’ll keep her company,” she smiles at you.

Jughead thanks them, walking out the door to the diner with the phone up to his ear.

“So,” Veronica says, holding her head up with her hands, “you and Jughead.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh come on, don’t make her spell it out!” Kevin says, “he’s letting you wear his most prized possession for pete’s sake!”

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks, looking down at the half empty milkshake in front of you.

“I think you guys make a cute couple,” Betty says, licking some whipped cream off of her straw.

“Thanks Betty,” you reply, smiling again.

“This is going to sound awkward but uh…” Archie trails off, “has Jug told you anything about what’s going with his family an-”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “he has. About everything, including his dad and that stuff. He’s um…he’s staying at my house. Has been for a couple weeks.”

Veronica smirks, Betty elbows her in the ribs. Archie and Kevin rolls their eyes at the two girls.

“Hey, I think he’s talking about you,” Kevin says, nodding in Jughead’s direction.

The four of you look over at him, you watch as he talks into his phone with a huge smile on his face, running a hand through his hair to push it back every couple of seconds.

The night draws to a close all too soon, everyone heading back to their houses as you and Jughead walk hand in hand down the asphalt road.

“I think that went really well,” you say, smiling at him.

“I agree,” Jughead says, stopping you both from walking and standing in front of you.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he places his lips on yours, cupping your cheek with one hand while simultaneously tilting your head up. You feel him lift the beanie off of your head, but honestly you don’t really care. He pulls away with a smirk, fixing his hat back on his head.

“Archie,” you say, looking over Jughead’s shoulder.

“Really?” He asks with semi-wide eyes, “that’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?”

No, god you’re an idiot,” you shake your head, pointing over his shoulder, “Archie’s window, which happens to show Archie watching us right now.”

As soon as Jughead turns around Archie slides his curtains closed, causing you and Jughead to burst out in laughter.

“Did you kiss me just to steal your hat back?” You ask in a fake shocked tone.

“Possibly,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow.

“Touché Jones, touché.”

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wanted it to feel like that feeling u get, when u warming up for the talent show in jr high school. nia and kelly are too good , so I played them the demo like two times so we would still have the learning spirit. we did 3 takes, then we all had to rush and pick up our sons. i appreciate them so much. when I first started writing junie and asked andre’ to jump on it….he pushed me to find some optimism and positivity in the narrative…to look forward and beyond with it. i wrote this right after, as kind of a joke. but i meant it. still thinking about junie. still thinking about the super spirit.

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“No, no! It’s like this.” I shooed Tom out of the way and showed him how to grade the paper again. He groaned and put his hands on the back of the chair I was sitting in.

“Why don’t you just do it then?” I sighed, turning to face him again. It’s been three months since the bar incident, and Tom and I have been getting along quite nicely. We bicker here and there – but, like we’ve noticed, we’re completely different people. It’s expected. We’d go to lunch together, go grocery shopping together and we’ve even gone a couple of, non-successful, double dates.

“You said you’d help grade the homework! I have to make this test that I forgot I assigned tomorrow.” Tom looked at you, his eyebrows pulled in. “What?”

“If you don’t have the test ready,” his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “why don’t you just reschedule the test?” I opened my mouth to say something, probably to call him an idiot like I usually did, but noticed he had a point. I turned back toward the homework Tom was grading and reached toward my laptop, quickly hitting the ctrl + s keys and saving the work I had already done before closing my laptop. I heard Tom scoff above me, I looked up to see him shaking his head. “Idiot.”

“Shut up, Holland!”

“Well, you’re welcome.” It was my turn to scoff.

“For?”

“Um,” he gave me a look that could only be a duh look, “for saving you time?”

“Oh, you’re right,” I said sarcastically, “thank you, Tom. For having common sense – for once.” He nodded his head, pursing his lips.

“You know what, (L/N)?”

“And they’re fighting again.” Tom and I directed our gaze toward the front door, seeing Jacob and Harrison walk through with a couple of boxes of pizza. I walked over to help Jacob with the drinks as he closed the door.

“We’re not fighting, we’re bickering,” I nudged Harrison’s shoulder, “it’s good for moral.” He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he passed me a plate.

“So, you going out with your boy-toy tonight?” I looked up at Jacob, sticking my tongue out at his childish tone.

“Don’t call him that, his name is Tony! And, no, it’s a school night.” I had been seeing Tony for about a month. We started out as just bed buddies and one day something just snapped. When we kissed we didn’t rush it, and he started to stay over more and then he asked me out – he broke the bubble.

“Well, don’t have too much fun with all that homework, tiger,” Tom grabbed his plate and winked at me, grabbing a beer and heading toward his room. I watched as he left, trying to ignore the burning in my cheeks after he winked at me. I tried to replace Tom’s face with Tony’s. Tony, Tony, Tony.

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Today, I fucked up... by picking up a hitchhiker and then showing up to my own funeral

This happened a few years ago and I was living in Zimbabwe at the time, and I was having a pretty bad day, I was going to see my auntie who lived about 400km away from me. If youre african you’ll understnad that this was no small journey. So I got in my car and set off and about 3 hours into the journey i came across a Dude by the side of the road who was going in the same direction, so out of the goodness of my heart i said jump in. we go to talking and he happened to be going to exact same village as me and he knew my auntie!.

Half an hour passes and we’re making polite chit chat and reminiscing about old times in zimbabwe, when all of a sudden he tell me to pull over, so I do. he runs out of the car and starts making wretching noises, so i assume he’s throwing up, its dark at this point so i cant really see much, so i go check on him ( first mistake). I get out and go to his side expecting him to be there but he’s not…..Then I here someone behind and me and before i know it im unconcious! so I wake up a couple hours later( iknow this becuase the sun was coming up at this point) without my car, clothes or wallet. so im thinking great. i look around and see im on some farmland wearing the giys clothes. SO i start walking in no particular direction and eventually come across a settlement.

I explain to them my situation and they tell me that the nearest main road is at least a good half a days walk from where I am and they dont get many cars coming through this part but they heard one last night ( which might be our thief). I start walking in the direction they point me in and after what felt like forever i come acroos a road, so I pitch up and start waiting, ( now i know most of you are thinking why not call someone, i had no phone with me and I dont have the best memory so I didnt know any numbers that would come in handy). after a couple of hours a car stops and lets me hitch I let him know the situaion and he says we’re in the complete opposite direction of my intended destination but he’s willing to drop me close enough to walk the rest of the way to which I thought great!

its takes a good two days to get there and he drops me off and i say my goodbyes to my driver, I take down his number so i can repay him later on. At this point im starting to recoginise my surroundings, I walk for a few miles and as im getting closer to my aunties i can here a lots of singing and what appears to be a large crowd which i though was strange. Im about 100 feet from the house and i see my Son which again i thought was strange because he was meant to be in school at this time, but instead of running to me and hugging me as he normally does…he runs away screaming to my complete bewilderment. I get to the the gate and all of a sudden the large crowd alerted by my sons scream has stopped singing and is stood silent. my wife appears and starts to run towards me hugging and kissing me like Ive been gone for months. My auntie appears and immediately faints when she sees me.

I still have no clue whats going on at this point and im exhausted, so we rush to get my auntie inside and I see my picture ontop of a large box that resembles a coffin sitting in the living room….

So it turns out that the guy who robbed me and made off with my car my wallet and all my clothes was in a car crash so bad that they couldnt identify the body and because the only things they could use to identify him was my wallet, they assumed it was me that had died in the crash. since there was no body of sorts they could arrange the funeral preety quickly and that is what I had stumbled upon. My son still has nightmares to this day and and my wife has told me never to pick up a hitch hiker ever again.

TL;DR Got carjacked, robber died and family thought it was me, they arrange my funeral and I somehow manage to stumble upon my own funeral.

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Park Jihoon Mafia AU

warnings: sexual harassment, mentions of shock/panic/anxiety

  • everyone in your high school knows who park jihoon is
  • he doesn’t have ANY friends at school and he never talks to anyone
  • people say that they’ve seen him get into fancy black foreign cars after school 
  • and this guy in your homeroom swears he saw tattoos on jihoon one time when they were changing for gym
  • and of course, the rumors conclude that he must be part of 101, a notorious gang in your town
  • you choose to just ignore these rumors, opting for not judging him
  • when the new semester in school begins, he’s assigned as your deskmate
  • you’re a bit intimidated by all the rumors and how he never talks, but you decide to ignore it
  • he just stares out of the window the whole day or checks his phone
  • one day he gets a message and obviously panics
  • during lunch you’re getting something out of your locker when he comes up to you
  • “(y/n), can you cover for me? an emergency came up.”
  • you were surprised that he was even talking to you, but you nodded
  • “(y/n), where did park jihoon go? is he skipping school?”
  • “no, teacher, he felt sick and had to go home.”
  • the next morning, you see him and send him a thumbs up
  • “thanks.”
  • you still try not to be intimidated by how short with words he is
  • you have cram school that goes pretty late into the night, so you often have to take the bus home at 11 or even midnight
  • one night, you’re leaving at 11 when you realize a group of guys is following you
  • they start saying stuff to you, so you tell them to leave you alone and duck into a convenience store
  • you just purchase a pack of gum or something random, waiting for them to leave
  • and you don’t realize it, but jihoon sees you and notices how uncomfortable and scared you look
  • you leave the convenience store and continue walking and get to your bus stop + board quickly
  • and you realize the guys from earlier are also on the bus
  • you want to get off, but the bus already left the stop
  • you take a seat towards the front and try to just ignore them but one of them comes and sits down next to you
  • “hey baby, why don’t you come home with me tonight?”
  • “i asked you to please leave me alone”
  • “ay, don’t play hard to get, babe”
  • suddenly someone’s punching the guy
  • “she told you to leave her alone, punk”
  • jihoon yanks the guy away, glaring at him
  • the bus driver is like uM is everything okay?
  • jihoon reassures him that nothing happened, and turns to glare at the guys
  • “this is our turf, you’re lucky that i’m not calling my hyungs to take care of you properly”
  • you’re still really shaken up from what happened and you don’t really realize what’s happening around you
  • the guys get off the bus grumbling and jihoon turns to you, immediately taking off his school uniform jacket and draping it around you
  • “are you okay? did they touch you?”
  • you shake your head, letting yourself warm up in the jacket
  • “you’re safe now, i’ll make sure those guys don’t bother you again.”
  • you two sit in silence for a while, jihoon periodically glancing down at you to make sure that you’re not crying or going into panic or anything 
  • “what’s your stop? i’ll walk you home.”
  • “thank you, jihoon-ssi”
  • jihoon glanced down at you with a small smile
  • “jihoon-ssi? aren’t we deskmates?”
  • “well yeah but we’ve never talked”
  • “you can just call me jihoon, don’t worry”
  • he walks you home and makes sure that your parents are home and everything in case anything happens
  • “thanks again”
  • jihoon nods
  • “i’ll see you tomorrow!”
  • your parents are already asleep, so you decide to tell them the next day instead of waking you up
  • the next morning you’re shoving your stuff into your backpack when your parent’s like 
  • “(y/n), there’s a boy here to walk you to school?”
  • and you rush to the door and your mom’s like
  • “um excuse me did you get a boyfriend young lady”
  • “no, mom, i’ll explain when i get home!”
  • jihoon is standing there awkwardly, his hands are shoved into his pants pockets
  • “hey, i figured i’d go with you to school since i live pretty close to here.”
  • “oh! let me just go get my stuff, you can wait inside if you’d like”
  • jihoon stands in the hall awkwardly while you rush to get your stuff
  • he’s walking me to school….why
  • when you get back your mom is chatting excitedly to jihoon while he just stands there
  • when he sees you he looks super relieved lmao
  • the bus ride to school is a bit awkward? but jihoon actually talks for once
  • “your mom is nice”
  • “yeah, she can be a bit much sometimes, but i appreciate all she does for my family and i”
  • “she seems sweet”
  • when you guys arrive at school people immediately start talking about how you guys arrived together
  • “do you think they’re dating….”
  • your friends immediately start asking you questions at lunch and you explain 
  • you’re super embarrassed by all the attention you’re getting
  • like geez it’s just going to school together, not posting a couple picture on instagram…
  • he also picks you up and goes home w/you from your cram school?
  • “….i was in the area”
  • that night when you explain what happened w/the guys to your parents your dad wants to drive you home from cram school but you convince him that you’ll be fine with jihoon
  • your mom approves of this new plan bc she likes jihoon
  • (and his face lol)
  • so it becomes a regular thing, him walking with you to school + back from cram school
  • one day this random ass guy shows up on your porch
  • “hi, i’m here to walk you to school!” he says cheerfully
  • “um, who the hell are you?”
  • “i’m jihoon’s hyung, mentor, brother, thing”
  • “…..right.”
  • you get a text from jihoon like a couple seconds later
  • “i’m not going to school today, so i asked my hyung to walk you. be safe please!”
  • wow your heart isn’t speeding up at aaaaaall
  • “i’m ong seongwoo, at your service!”
  • “ok.”
  • you two are riding on the bus when he looks down at you in amusement
  • “you really don’t seem like jihoon’s usual type”
  • “we’re not dating.”
  • “oh, believe me, i know.”
  • you side-eye him
  • he snorts
  • that night after cram school you ask him where jihoon is
  • “oh, he didn’t tell you? he’s in the hospital.”
  • “THE HOSPITAL?”
  • “uh yeah, he got shot…”
  • “SHOT?????”
  • “yeah, his run got ambushed…….”
  • blank stare
  • “oh shit he didn’t tell you.”
  • you stare at him blankly
  • “where the hell is he?”
  • you text your parents some bs about staying over at a friend’s house and have seongwoo take you to the hospital where jihoon is
  • he has a private room
  • and all these super handsome guys in suits are standing around the room
  • you just kind of barge past them
  • “sorry kid, i thought she knew!” seongwoo yelled sheepishly
  • “yah, park jihoon, how the hell did you get SHOT?”
  • “ey, it’s the girl, maybe we should leave…” you hear someone say, and everyone kind of clears out
  • jihoon looks awful and he has a huge bandage over his right pec
  • “you’re here?”
  • he looks really surprised but also a bit pleased?
  • “stop smiling asshole, why are you hurt?”
  • you hit him on the arm, making him groan in pain
  • “don’t hit the invalid, please!”
  • “oh, sorry, sorry” you check to make sure he’s okay, fussing over his blankets and stuff
  • “so you wanna tell me why you got shot”
  • jihoon just kind of stares at you for a moment, reaching over to push your hair behind your ear
  • wow cheesy af
  • you blush obvs
  • “you know the rumors about me at school?”
  • “that you’re an asshole?” you asked bluntly
  • “no, no,” jihoon groaned “that i’m in 101″
  • “oh… yeah? and?”
  • he kind of just stared at you
  • and you stared blankly back at him and then oH
  • “are you trying to tell me you’re in a freaking gang?”
  • Jihoon just kept staring
  • “park jihoon, say something! my crush is literally lying in the hospital because he got fucking shot and he just told me he’s in a fucking gang and now he’s not saying anything?”
  • this stupid self-satisfied smile spread across his face
  • “stop smiling, you stupid jerk!”
  • “you like me?”
  • “what? n-no?” blushies!!
  • “you totally just said you liked me”
  • “…”
  • “yeah”
  • “i like you too~”
  •  “don’t be irritating”
  • jihoon reached down to lace his fingers with yours
  • “aww, young love” seongwoo stuck his head into the room, making you roll your eyes
  • “jihoon, out of all the guys you could have sent to pick me up for school, you sent that idiot?”
  • jihoon starts wHEEZING
  • “lmao jihoon’s girlfriend roasted seongwoo”
    “shut UP jaehwan”
  • jihoon pulls you down and kisses you gently
  • AND THEN HIS FUCKING HEART MONITOR STARTS BEEPING HELLA FAST LMAO
  • (since his heart was beating really fast)
  • you start laughing at him as his face turns bright red
  • “aw, cute”
  • you kiss him again wowow
  • you know that he leaves to go do his duties after school while you’re at cram school
  • and every day you kiss him and tell him to be safe
  • “i know, babe, i will be”
  • you get to know his hyungs pretty well
  • they inform you that he’s been crushing on you since he overheard you defending him that he wasn’t in a gang (before you knew him)
  • “but you were in a gang”
  • “yeah, but you were so trusting in the fact that you shouldn’t trust a book by it’s cover, i couldn’t help but like you!”
  • “and he would talk about you EVERY SINGLE DAY”
  • “shut up seongwoo”
  • jihoon would be like bright red but you’d find it totally adorable
  • if he ever can’t walk you to school, he doesn’t send seongwoo anymore lmao
  • you’re not a huge fan of his involvement in 101 but you understand that it’s not really something he can leave
  • you’re just worried for his safety
  • one time you bring him home to meet your parents and they actually really like him?
  • i mean he’s charming and sweet
  • your dad is suspicious at first but warms up to him
  • and when he’s leaving you kiss him goodbye quickly on the front porch
  • and as you’re heading back inside, he does the wrist grab™
  • he kisses you again but this time it’s way deeper
  • like lip biting, fast heart beat, hands gripping hips deep
  • and you pull away breathlessly, kissing him again lightly 
  • “what was that for?”
  • “just wanted to let you know that i really love you”
  • you hug him, letting your head rest against his chest so that you can hear his quick heartbeat
  • “i love you too, babe”

a nice intro to this mafia universe :) this one was like dipping your toes into the pool to see if it’s cold?

**unlike the harry potter scenarios, i HAVE NOT pre-written this series. as soon as i finish a scenario, i will post it.

BTS Reaction: Them being a Professor/ Teacher and you confessing to them (Hyung Line)

Request: Could you please do the Bts Reaction of them being your professor/teacher and you confessing but with the Hyung Line, pretty please?? I loved your reaction 💕 Thank you.

[Maknae line]

Warning: Slight smut

A/N: I got way too carried away, especially with Namjoon’s…#Notguilty


Seokjin (School nurse):

You were in the track and field and you were known as the fastest field sprinter. Today was the day where you were competing with other schools and you were already a nervous wreck. Jin was the school nurse, well known for his incredible good looks and a hot topic in the school. You were a popular patient, coming in his office with simple knee scrapes and minor feet injuries. His window is just outside the track field, giving him the perfect view of you on the tracks, preparing a round of hurdling. Jin hoped you wouldn’t get injured too badly.

The gun fired and you were set, sprinting as fast as you could. You jumped over the first hurdle with no problem and you continued until you jumped over the second one, smiling to yourself after succeeding in it to. As you jumped over the third one, Jin’s eyes widened. You felt one of your feet hit one of the hurdles, causing you to trip and land on the ground hard. Jin’s heart was racing when he saw your face twist in pain and he knew that your foot was in serious pain.

You woke up to a white ceiling in front of you and you slowly sat up and looked around and realize you were in the nurse office. You smiled when you saw Jin sitting behind his desk. You were about to get up when you felt a throbbing pain on your foot. Jin heard your wincing and he shot his head towards you holding your bandaged ankle. He quickly got up and rushed over to you. He was surprised to see tears brimming in your eyes, at first he thought it was because of the pain but it wasn’t when you started talking. “The school relied on me and now I just disappointed them…” You said and it slowly pissed Jin off. He pinned you down the bed and you let out a gasp. “You are not a failure…you never were…” He said and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips on his. His eyes widened but quickly closed and returned the kiss with much passion. His body slowly lowered to rest on your body.

The next day, girls started whispering at the of sight Jin. Walking down the hallway with his usual white coat but his neck covered with love bites. He saw you at one of the lockers and all he could do was send you a wink, leaving you a blushing mess.

Yoongi (Music Teacher):

It was time for the end of the year project and each of your classmates had to choose what type of project they want to do. Some want to make furniture, some wanted to do a research project. You decided you compose your own piano piece, hoping to also impress the good-looking music teacher Min Yoongi. At first, he warned you it will be difficult but you never let that get to you. You slowly gotten closer to Yoongi after every private lesson you had but you slowly pushed the feelings aside.

You were alone in the music room, on the grand piano that lied in the middle of the room to finish off the final part of the piano piece. You were so concentrated in the song that you didn’t here Yoongi coming in. As he entered, a smile graced on his face as he saw you playing the piano passionately. He leaned against the wall, watching you playing your song from behind. As you finally finished, you smiled proudly at yourself. “It sounds beautiful…” You jumped at the low voice and looked behind you to see Yoongi leaning against the wall smirking.

“It’s finally done…” You smiled and he walked over to sit next to you, and slowly played the beginning of your piece. After many private lessons, he already knew how to play your beautiful piece. You played together with him, one tone higher than he was playing, giving out a really nice harmony. As you finished, he turned to look at you and you turned to see him staring at your lips. He leaned in but stopped just inches between your lips, as if he was asking for your permission. You pressed your lips against him, the kiss starting off sweet until it became a full on make out session. You felt his hand slowly sliding from your neck to your inner tighs, slowly caressing it.

“Let’s continue this at my place shall we…?

Hoseok (Dance Teacher):

The dance festival is soon coming up and it is popular for young individuals to show off their dance moves. Hoseok, who was your dance teacher, expected a lot from your group and you were training from morning to late evening. You were slowly getting frustrated at a certain step that you couldn’t get and it was slowly getting late. “Alright guys, you did a great job. Let’s continue tomorrow morning.” Everyone just took their bags and left but you just collapsed on the floor and groan in frustration.

Hoseok was wiping is sweat off with a towel when he heard groaning in the room and placed the towel down to see your body on the floor panting and covered in sweat. The sight for Hoseok was…tempting. He gulped and walked over to you. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” You looked up to see Hoseok looking down and you slowly started to blush. “Oh…um…there is a certain step in the dance that I can’t seem to get.” You said with a frown. Hoseok stretched his arm for you to grab and you gladly grabbed it. “Come on, I can fix that.” He said with a smile.

After a half an hour of working on that specific step, you smiled to yourself when you finally got it right. “Thank you so much Mr. Jeon…” You said and he just smiled in reply. He slowly walked over to you and he was so close that you could feel heat coming from his body. “You have a strong personality Y/N…and I admire that…” You looked up to see his face so close to you, if you leaned a little closer you could just kiss him on the spot. “You confuse me sometimes…” You whispered and Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. “How?” He asked. “Everything you do just makes it difficult to not like you.” You confessed and it took time for Hoseok to understood what you said before crashing his lips on yours. You were shocked at first but you went for it anyways, your hands going up to grab his hair. Hoseok’s hands went to the back of your thighs, wanting you to jump up to wrap your legs around his face and you did. He slowly walked to the mirror until you feel the cool mirror pressing against your back.

He was kissing your neck when he said something that made you all hot and bothered.

“Tell me Y/N. How do you feel about doing it here in a room filled with mirrors?”

Namjoon (School Librarian):

Usually when people mention a school librarian, they normally think about an old grumpy ladies always scolding you for bring in books one day late. But the librarian you had was young, and very good looking, always sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the table and reading a book. You’ve always came to the library for new arrivals, even before Namjoon came to work at the library. Namjoon has seen your presence in the library before and he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was always in his usual reading position, but when you came in, his eyes would leave the page and glance at you.

It was a normal school day and the day new books were coming in the library. You walked over to the new arrival section with a smile but you soon frowned to see the book you were excited to read missing. You turned to see Namjoon in his reading position and you gulped. If you want to know what happened with the book, that meant you had to talk to him.

You slowly walked to him and his nose was still in the book until you cleared your throat and Namjoon looked at you and got so surprise that he almost dropped the book. You looked at the book and realized he was the one reading the book you were looking for. You shook your head and gave him and apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, nevermind…” You were about to walk away when Namjoon quickly got up and grabbed your wrist. “No! tell me what it is?” It was the first time he was talking to you, and he really wanted to engage a conversation. “It’s just…I was looking for the new book that just came here but you were reading it so it’s fine…” You said with a smile and Namjoon quickly let go of your wrist and gave you the book. “Please take it…” “Are you sure…?” He nodded and you thanked him. “Is there anything else you need?” He didn’t want to stop talking to you. “Yeah, im looking for a book about marine biology, its for a biology project.” “I know where it is.” He said before walking off to a certain section and you just followed close behind.

You saw him reach out two books that was lying on the top shelf, which gave you the time to admire his perfect body proportion. “Here” You shook your head and blushed at the thought. “Ah~thank you.” “Are you okay? Your face is pretty red…” He said as he leaned closer to place his large hands on your cheek. You just quickly took the opportunity and pressed your lips against his, his eyes widening but quickly returned the kiss. His hand fell to you ass and squeezed it, a small moan left your lips  and you were thankful there were no people at the section. The light moan made Namjoon seeze the opportunity to use his tongue to fight his dominance against the kiss.

“Finally” He whipered.

I know it’s a pic but damn those arms *^*

anonymous asked:

Sherlock: Headcanon being Mycroft's daughter and skipping school for "working" with your uncle

Can this actually be my life please I wanna work with Sherlock. I had fun writing this AHHAH thanks for the request anon!

Being Mycroft’s daughter and skipping school for “work” with your uncle:

  • Sherlock likes taking you along to cases for three reasons: to annoy Mycroft, your deductions are entertaining, and sometimes you make good suggestions.
  • “This case is particularity gruesome, Sherlock.” “Call a cab, John, we’re picking up (y/n).” “Did you not just hear me say ‘gruesome’, Sherlock?” “I know. Perfect for (y/n).”
  • Mycroft obviously doesn’t drive you to school everyday, one of his assistants do. 
  • Sherlock is already at your school, waiting for your car to drive away. 
  • “Sherlock, I really don’t think we should be taking (y/n) out of class-” “Shut up John, the case is much more interesting than whatever Literature class (y/n) is in right now. She’s much too advanced for that educational nonsense.” 
  • Sherlock goes to the school office during your first class.
  • “(y/n) Holmes, please report to the office. Your uncle is here saying there is a family emergency.” “Family emergency? I don’t think- Sherlock!”
  • You love hanging out with Sherlock and John. John likes hanging out with you too, but he disagrees with Sherlock on taking you out of school. Sherlock doesn’t care. 
  • Sherlock always asks for your opinion before John’s. That kind of pisses John off, but then again he’s secretly fascinated at how tolerant and nice Sherlock is to his niece. Watching the two of you interact restores some faith in John that Sherlock is actually human.
  • “Ew, Sherlock look! That’s gross!” “Yes, good deduction, very articulate. Gross indeed.”
  • Sometimes Lestrade is there, and he’s always confused when he sees you. 
  • “(y/n)? Isn’t she supposed to be at school?” “No, Lestrade, she’s here to help replace Anderson. And don’t you dare call Mycroft.” “I already did.” “George!” “It’s Greg!”
  • So Sherlock has to rush you back to school before Mycroft is there, but his car is already waiting outside the school.
  • “Hi dad.” “Don’t ‘hi dad’ me, (y/n). Where’s your uncle?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Really, (y/n), you’re as difficult as your uncl- SHERLOCK! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
  • So Sherlock has to sit next to you in the car and the both of you usually get a lecture. Mycroft lectures Sherlock about taking you out of school to see dead bodies and he lectures you about actually going with Sherlock. 
  • But that doesn’t stop Sherlock from taking you to more cases and it doesn’t stop you from joining him. 
Lost My Way. (Tom Holland.)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Requested – No. This is like my comeback, I’m also sorry if it sucks ass.

Prompt – Famous actor Tom Holland has been in the film industry for years now after making it big as Spiderman and he loses himself along the way.

Warning – Douchebag!Tom. Angst. Fluff at the end.  

Words – 2,097.

Requests?

The flashing lights headed towards Tom’s direction as he stood along the red carpet with his hand around his costar’s waist. He looked in her direction and noticed the smile on her face was fake. Almost everyone has a fake smile around the paparazzi and it was rare to find someone actually enjoying it. There once was a time when Tom could genuinely smile in front of cameras but that time is long gone.

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|Don’t play with me|R.MANTLE

Imagine about: Reggie and the reader are engaged while they still in school. They want to build their future together, but what happened when Reggie will be offered to start his football training in California? 

WARNING(S): Kinda smutty imagine, not gonna lie, all the love in the atmosphere (may case nausea) Reggie fucking mantle is such a sweetheart! like bitch fight me if I’m wrong 
 


It wasn’t hard to figure out Y/N’s emotions. I’ve studied her face and her moods for a long time now that I could almost always tell what she was feeling. 

She didn’t wear her emotions on her face around other people, but around me she did. Even if she didn’t, she couldn’t hide them from me for long. 

Her face was picture of blankness now. You’d never think something was wrong unless you looked hard enogh, unless you knew he facial expressions that go with her moods. Right now there was a very tiny furrow on her right eyebrow– you’d miss it if you weren’t looking hard enough. 

I always looked.

And I knew that very tiny furrow was an indication that she was annoyed. 

“How was your last exam?” I asked, thinking maybe she didn’t do well on it. 

I couldn’t imagine why. She had her nose on her textbooks all week, barely paying attention to me. 

“Good. How was yours?” 

“It’s all over now for me.” I shrugged my shoulders. 

She said she was hungry so I took her to Pop’s. I would taken her back to my flat so we could order pizza and catch some sleep there— and maybe more— but I haven’t taken her out on a date since last week. 

Besides, this is what girls wanted after laboriously studying for exams, right? Go out and celebrate? 

She wasn’t looking at me but frowning on the fish and chips on her plate. I wanted her eyes on my. Just on me. 

I sneakily fished out a couple of fries from her plate and thew them in my mouth. She didn’t glare and slap my arm like I was expecting her to. 

Yeah, something was up. 

“If I did something wrong. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot and I will do anything– grovel at your fit, buy you diamonds, a car— no?” I grinned when she looked up at me dryly. “Okay, how about If I buy you a big jar of chocolate cream?” 

That teased a small smile out of her. 

When she caught me staring at her lips, I grinned. 

“Do you have your period?” 

Now she laughed reluctantly then looked at me with exasperation and fondness. 

“I saw Chuck today.” 

My smile disappeared. “Did he say anything to you?” 

“I didn’t know you accepted that offer in California” 

I put my fork down. “If I had a choice, I would not go” I sighed “My mom arranged these things. I have no say about it anymore, she thinks that football practise will change my life. And I really don’t care about that. She says it’s a good oppurtinity for me, but it never is. 

“What do you mean?” 

I picked up her hand, traced circles on her palm. 

“My mom is a businesswoman. That scholarship is a introductiobn for me to our business partners, investors and to get more investors. Thing of it this way: my mom is a T-rex. She needs food to feed herself and her babies. So she looks for a place where all the animals with the most body fat gather. And then she starts picking the fattest of them all.” 

She laughed, rolled her eyes then grinned at me. “Only you would make an analogy like that.” 

“That’s why you like me.” I kissed her fingers. 

And when her breathing picked up and those tempting lips parted, it was all I could do not to pull her out of her chair, dragged her to my car and kiss the hell out of her. 

“Baby…” 

I leaned closer to that I could feel her breath on my face. Her eyes glazed in yearning and I noticed the rise and fall of her chest, the creamines of her skin, I wanted to lick it. “Lets—” 

When she bit her bottom lip, I was ready to call the server. But then my phone rang. When I saw the name on the screen, I nearly groaned. “I have to take this I’m sorry, love” 

“Go ahead.” 

It was my mom and she wanted me to start my training today. I knew she didn’t like wasting time but I just finished my exams today. And I wanted to be with my girl. 

If I knew my mom would let me take today off I would have insisted it but we both know my reprieve was over. She wanted me to take over some of the operations while I was still in school, but I made a deal with her: I didn’t want to have anything to do with any of our business until I’ve finished school. 
But after that, I woul’d dedicate myself in learning everything. She agreed. 

A promise is a promise. Besides this was for Y/N and our future together. 

“That was my mom, Y/N. She wants me to fly to California and meet with my coach there to start my training. 

She opened her mouth to protest– I could see it in her eyes. She was looking forward to seeing me today too. And that was a huge consolation for me at least. But whatever she was going to sat she didn’t. Instead she called our server to have our foods packed away. 


“I know,” I said softly once we were inside my car. I joined our fingers together, kissing her palm. “I was looking forward to spending today and tonight with you, And house hunting tomorrow.” 

“It’s alright, Reggie. There’s no rush.” 

“I want to rush.” 

She smiled and reached out her hand to push my hair away from my face. 
“You need a haircut.” 

“I didn’t know she’d want me to start today. I would tell her to postpone it if I hadn’t made a promise to her that after school I’d dedicate myself into learning the business. And she’d told that guy to fly to Riverside today to meet me. He’s on his way there now. I have to catch a plane— 

“Reggie.” 

She covered my mouth with her hand to shut me up. I licked it. 

When she slaped my arm and laughed, I felt better. I knew then it was okay. 

“You don’t have to explain. I understand. I’d be busy with work this summer too.” 

I didn’t bother arguing with her or telling her that I didn’t want her to work. I already knew her answer. 

“I don’t know how long this will take. I’ll try to make it tonight or tomorrow.” 

She looked at me, leaned closer and shyly kissed my lips. 

I knew she only wanted a brief kiss but I had been going crazy dreaming about her lips, her hands on me, sounds she made when I touched her. 

I had been going insane replaying that night when I took her and made love to her. Going insane from craving for the feel of her nialls bitting in my back, her legs tightening around me and her eyes glazing over when she reached what I was desperately trying to give her. 

So when her soft lips grazed mine, I lost control. I gripped her hair in my hands and pulled her to me. Into me. And I devoured. 

“Oh God, Reggie” 

I bit her bottom lip lightly, sucked on it. “Come here.” 

Lifted her on top of me. 

“Just a little more. Give me a little more, baby” 

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I adjusted her so that she was sitting where I wanted her to. I gripped her hips, pushing and pulling and urging her to move whe it felt good. 

Her eyes were clouded with desire as they meet mine. I thrust my hips upward, mesmerized when she placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned her head back exposing her neck to me. I licked at it hungrily. 

She let out a sexy moan and started to rock her hips faster. 

“Yeah, that’s the way, Y/N. Damn. Keep going” 

I watched as she took what she needed, as she let herself go lost in the incredible sensation of our bodies sliding and rubbing against each other. 

I would given her everything she asked of me. She was so fucking beautiful I couldn’t help but watch as she took and took and took. 

I kissed her hungrily before she shattered in my arms. 

It was a moment before I could finally speak. She was drapped on me, her lips on my neck as her breathing finally slowed down. 

“You just dry humped me in the parking lot,” I muttered. 

And then her shoulders started to shake before her loud peals of laughter filled the car. 

“I love it.” 

“Ohgod Reggie. You drive me crazy.” 

I pulled her back, kissing ger again. I couldn’‘t get enogh. “I can drive you crazier. Just wait until I—” 

She growled and covered my mouth with her hand. When she was sure I wouldn’t do anything, she rested her chin on my shoulder and I stroked her hair gently. 

“I’ll come home to you as soon as I can,” I promised. 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

“I miss you already.” 

“I know,” she whispered. “I miss you allready too.” 



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They catch Yugyeom in a heated moment with his younger girlfriend (GOT7)

JB: -he would start laughing at the two of you making you two part ways- “you guys are just so cute”

Originally posted by j-miki

Mark: -he would knock and when neither of you would open it he would peak in and then knock again but much louder startling the two of you- “guys dinner is ready. You wanna stop your ‘romance’?”

Originally posted by marksseunie

Jackson: -you two would rush out after Jackson walked in without knocking and you two would try to calm him down- “your still in high school Y/N, what I saw makes me question what you’re doing instead of studying”

Originally posted by markticseas

Jinyoung: -he would look at you two seriously as you guys were too young, mainly you to be in such a heated moment- “you’re not supposed to do that stuff. Especially at your age”

Originally posted by j-miki

Youngjae: -he would feel really awkward and rush away and he wouldn’t be able to look at either of you- *gif*

Originally posted by comeget7

BamBam: -he would tap on Yugyeom shoulder not really caring that he was interrupting anything- “it’s time to eat, wanna stop eating each other”

Originally posted by justrightforjb

Yugyeom: -he wouldn’t be too embarrassed by their intrusion and wouldn’t care what they thought- “you know Y/N and I are okay with the level of passion and how much it grows when we see each other. You guys just need to knock better if you don’t want to see it all”

Originally posted by j-miki

…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not

I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:

- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both

- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance

- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.

Izuku Midoriya Begins 

i do love a good origin story

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WARNING: Stalkerish behaviour, sexual harassment, physical fight

“Tony!” You yelled running down the stairs “Hide me!”

“What? Why?!” He looked up from his work station

“I’ll explain in a minute just hide me please!” You looked around the room for somewhere to hide

“What happened to your face?” He grabbed your face lightly

“I’ll tell you in a minute just hide me!” You kept looking

“Here” he got up and opened one of the suits “get in”

“Please don’t tell them where I am” you begged one last time

“Depends on why I’m hiding you” You slipped in and it closed around you, you were able to see out of the visor and into the room, you watched as Bucky and Steve came rushing down the stairs and talked to Tony, you couldn’t hear what anyone was saying but you watched anxiously as the three spoke, when Tony turned to look at you, you knew that your position was about to be given away, he walked over and opened up the helmet “So what happened at school?”

“Can you let me out of here?” You looked down at the suit

“Are you gonna run off?” He asked

“No”

“Don’t believe you, tell me and I’ll let you out” Tony pulled a chair over

“It was nothing, just a misunderstanding”

“ (Y/n) punching someone in the middle of lunch doesn’t-” Steve leaned against the work bench

“Ah” Tony held one finger up to shush Steve “(Y/n) what was misunderstood

“Consent” you grumbled

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked

“What I mean is I threw the first punch because he had his hand moving close to close to an area I didn’t want him in, when I said no he laughed and tried to kiss me”

“That’s not what the school said” Steve crossed his arms

“Of course they didn’t, he’s the star of the football team, they can’t have him messing up his perfect record with some chick who said no” you bit the inside of your cheek “now can I please go?”

“What happened after that?” Tony prodded for more information

“I threw a punch then he threw one back, then he threw me on the floor and I didn’t stop punching till he was pulled off me, you happy?”

“Not really” Steve crossed his arms “why didn’t you just walk away? Or tell a teacher, your actions weren’t appropriate”

“Why didn’t he just listen when I said no?” You eyes filled with tears, you struggled to blink them away again “I’m not saying it was the right response but honestly this shit had been going on for months and today he went to far and I wasn’t going to stand for it”

“(Y/n) what are you saying?” Buckys anger had faded into worry

“I’m saying that if I hadn’t done something he wouldn’t have stopped”

“Why didn’t you just tell him to stop?” Steves anger was still there

You glared at Steve “I did!” You yelled “I’ve spent months telling him no, ignoring his messages, his constant want to just ‘hang out’, having him stare at me from across the room, it was to much and then today he decided that he wasn’t getting what he wanted so he was going to take it from me”

“What did he want?” Steve

“He wanted sex, he didn’t care if I did or not because after his whole life of being told yes he didn’t understand when someone said no so when I tried to leave but he put his hands around me and forced me to stay, even when I pushed his hands away they still kept coming back, so you tell me what I should’ve done” you yelled

“Why didn’t you tell someone at school?” Bucky asked

“I tried to! No one at school listened because again he’s the perfect boy with the best grades and football running through his veins, no one wanted to listen about me complaining when I reported him, they just said ‘there’s nothing we can do’”

“Why wasn’t I told that you had complained about his actions already?” Steve looked confused and his anger started to fade away

“Because they want me to shoulder the blame, take whatever punishment they give out for me to take so that he can remain a super star without having complaints about him”

“You could’ve told us” Bucky anger had bubbled back up “I would’ve make sure that guy never even looked at you again”

“Why would I? You guys aren’t my guardians, you want to train me so you can use my powers to help”

“(Y/n)-” Steve tried to start

“No, no don’t you dare try and tell me I’m apart of the family, don’t do that to me, I’m here for how ever long it takes for me to complete my training then I’ll be out on missions until the day I’m not”

“(Y/n) why do you think you were bought to Stark towers?” Tony asked

“I don’t know” you rolled your eyes “wanted to keep a close eye on me so I don’t cause anymore trouble”

“Because we want you to be apart of our team, apart of avengers, working closely with us, we want you to be apart of the family, not just some asset we use up till you’re dried out but you’re not letting us in, we want to help you and be there for you and love you but we can’t”

“I told you what you wanted to know now let me out” you clenched your fist as he opened the suit “thank you” you stormed passed all three of them an up into your room, to closed the door and fell face first onto your injured face regretting it instantly feeling pain all over your body and letting out a small pained cry

“(Y/n)?” Tony knocked at your door

“Go away please” You laid on your side away from the door

“I just want to ask you what do you want to do about this kid? Report whatever his name is to the police?”

“Tony-” you heard Steve say

“No Steve this is seriously inappropriate behaviour for any environment let alone a school and if the schools not going to deal with it then I am”

You were taken aback “you actually believe me?”

“Are you lying?” Tony asked

“No” you turned to face the door "I prom-”

“Well then how would we go about reporting him? Through the school? Go straight to the police? Is there a bored?”

“Uh” you thought for a moment “maybe try setting up a meeting with the principal”

“I can do that” you heard tony dialling a number “Hello there Tony Stark here, would I be able to set up a meeting with Mr Fredrickson please, today if possible, alright thank you very much I’ll see you soon” he hung up the phone “got a meeting at two” Tony opened the door slightly “can I come in?”

You nodded your head and sat up, he came over the the bed holding a small pile I’ve stuff “I’ve got some stuff from the good doctor which should help with any bruising and some of those chips you like, both courtesy of Steve”

“Thank you Tony” leaned into give him a hug

“Anytime kiddo” Tony smiled and kissed the top of your head