mr. goodnight

Twenty-One Questions - Peter Parker

Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)

Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;

Paring: Tony Stark’s Daughter x Peter Parker


The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.

A soft sigh fell from Peter’s soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn’t seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.

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Midnight Reminiscing: ReggiexReader! PART TWO.

hey guys, here is the last part of the mini fic! Thankyou to the anon who sent in a couple of prompts, I have included one in this part! 

Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie head back to Reggie’s house.

Warnings: Sliiiiight smut, not much at all tho. Cussing.

Originally posted by peteharry

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First Time | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by lodgehead

Her head snapped around when she heard Kevin tell her the news about her boyfriend. That he had been arrested and was a suspect in Jason Blossom’s murder. Despite being in the middle of a class, one that she was struggling with, the red-headed teen packed everything into her bag and raced out of the classroom, ignoring the calls from her teacher. She ran through the halls of the school, slamming open the main entrance doors before running down to the local station.
As she got closer, she saw Jughead’s father walking towards his truck, and just as she turned into the alley, she saw Betty comforting Jughead as they walked.
“Juggie,” she whispered, her voice failing her as it cracked, dropping her bag on the ground as the beanie-clad male stepped forward with his arms open and she ran into them, her arms tight around his neck. “I came here as soon as I heard,” she told him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
Jughead didn’t say anything, he just held onto Callie as if his life depended on it. As if, if he were to let go, the whole world would just crumble around them. Typically the couple didn’t do PDA, but this was one of those rare exceptions, where both of them needed to feel that the other was there, so Jughead happily returned the kiss when he felt her lips on his, his hand gently cupping her face.
“Callie, would you like to join us for dinner?” Fred asked, stepping forward and managing to catch the teen couples attention.
The red-head smiled gratefully at the elder man, nodding before tucking herself under Jughead’s arm. The taller teen squeezed her shoulder gently, pressing his lips to the top of her head. It was clear to all that Jughead was shook up about what had happened.
“I’m gonna walk back with Callie, if that’s alright,” Jughead said, looking over at Archie and Fred, his grip on the smaller teen only tightening.
“Yeah, of course, kiddo. Come on, Betty, we’ll drop you off.”
Fred, Archie and Betty made their way to the elder man’s truck before setting off to the Andrews house. Jughead lifted his girlfriend’s bag onto his shoulder, before the two set off on their journey to Jughead’s current place of residence. While they were walking, he told her everything that had happened, and she had squeezed the hand on her shoulder gently every time he got overwhelmed with emotion.
“Wait, you told them to tell me?” Callie asked, confused, pausing as she looked up at him.
“Yeah, Betty said they couldn’t find you,” Jughead told her, a slight shrug in his shoulders as he held onto her bag.
“No, no. Cause I saw them before they left. Jug, Betty looked right at me before leaving the school,” the red-head frowned, shaking her head as she played with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I just thought that they had found Polly…”
Jughead sighed, pulling her in for a hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head as he rubbed her back gently. He needed to have a serious discussion with Betty, because something was not right here.


Callie laughed with the two teen boys as they walked up to Archie’s bedroom, plopping herself on his bed, stretching her legs out as she rested her back against the wall.
“You have a huge room, Archibald,” Callie commented, as the mentioned ginger teen sat at his desk chair with a soft laugh. “Absolutely jealous right now!”
“I’m sure your room is decently sized,” Archie replied, rolling his eyes with a chuckle.
Callie shared a look with Jughead, biting her lip softly as the beanie-clad teen perched himself beside her, rubbing her knee gently.
“And I think we are going to have to set up some ground rules,” Archie said, a grin forming on his lips as he looked at the couple. The teens swallowed nervously, glancing at each other before returning their gaze to the musician. “No doing anything on my bed. Juggie’s bed, yes. Mine, no.”
“Yes, sir. You are clear, sir.” Callie nodded, shuffling away from Jughead with a smile at the red-head musician. “But… can we cuddle till Jug’s bed is made?”
Archie sighed, nodding relunctantly but took the opportunity to go find the air mattress as Jughead wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her head.
“I know I haven’t said this yet, honestly, I’ve been so worried. Worried that I would scare you off. But, when I was in that room, I was scared that I would get locked up and I never got the chance to tell you,” Jughead spoke, glancing down at her, breathing out slowly as his eyes met hers. “I love you, Calina Franco.”
Callie breathed out, cupping his face and bringing his mouth down to meet hers as she let out a happy hum, “And I love you, Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.”
“Did I just witness your first time saying love?” Archie’s voice reached their ears, and their heads simeltaneously turned to look at him.
“Not a word to Kevin or Veronica,” the red-head female told him, her eyes narrowing.
Archie zipped his mouth shut and mimicked throwing away the key.
Needless to say, when Callie eventually left for the night, the couple shared an almost endless amount of PDA on the Andrews front porch, their lips meeting over and over as neither of them wanted the moment to end. At one point, Jughead’s crown beanie was knocked off his head, onto the wooden panels but that didn’t stop him from giving the attention his girlfriend needed. But their moment was ended when Fred came outside, leaning on the door frame with his eyebrow arched.
“Now, I remember being a teen, and I remember all the hormones. And I know I’m not a parent to either of you but, I feel like it is my responsibility to make sure you two don’t give us all a burger eating baby.”
Callie laughed softly, dropping her head onto Jug’s shoulder before glancing over at the older man, “Goodnight, Mr Andrews.” She leaned up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to Jughead’s jawline, “Goodnight, Juggie.”

Mr. Wolf

Summary: Could you write a Reader x Derek Hale where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Derek stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Derek she’s his mate and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Sebastian(Jinxy)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1895

Request: Anon

AN: This is really looooong. I’m surprised I wrote something this long… Hope this is kinda what you wanted. 

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Cookies and Conversations

Jack disentangles himself from Bitty without waking him up.

It’s a skill he’s perfected over the years but he’s always proud of himself when he pulls it off.

The layout of the room is unfamiliar. He’s only spent a handful of days in Bitty’s childhood bedroom but he knows it well enough to make it to the door without stubbing his toe on the dresser or the desk.

Bitty’s parents went to bed hours ago but he still tip toes down the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible.

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Night of Dancing

Hey could you do a Aaron Burr X Reader where the reader is Alexander’s sibling? And they’re at a ball? I understand if you can’t, thanks! ♡


“Stay away from the men here,” your brother told you as you entered the ball that you were both invited to. “They’re nothing but trouble.”

You rolled your eyes, removing your arm from your brother’s.

“I’ll be fine Alexander, trust me. You should be more worried about staying in the General’s good graces right now,” you snapped at him.

He huffed, and turned away from you. You noticed a girl on the other side of the ballroom staring at your brother adoringly. You smiled and left your brother to go find a new friend of yours.

“Peggy!” you cried, rushing over to your friend.

“Y/N!” she called back, grabbing you into a hug. She sat you down and introduced you to her sisters, one who you recognized as the girl that was staring at your brother earlier.

“So who was that guy that you walked in with earlier Y/n?” Angelica questioned you. Aw, she seemed like she was into him too. You wondered who would win.

“He’s my brother, Alexander Hamilton.”

The others eventually left to go dance, and you and Peggy sat and chatted for a while.

“Don’t look now Y/N, but there’s a man that keeps glancing at you from the other side of the room,” she whispered to you.

“Who?” you asked, a small blush on your cheek.

“The man standing to the left of the general,” she told you. “He’s not looking right now, take a glance.”

You shot your eyes over there and saw the man engaged in conversation with the general and some other officers.

“He’s really handsome,” you said, turning back to your friend. “Who is he?”

“He is Aaron Burr, a soldier under the general. I think he might be coming over here to ask you to dance.”

You glanced again and indeed, he was making his way to over where you were sitting.

“Hello miss, my name is Aaron Burr,” he said to you, a charming and nervous grin on his face. “Would you do the honor of dancing with me?”

You smiled and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and letting him take you out onto the dance floor.

He swept you gracefully along with the music. He was very smooth in his movements, and seemed to know what he was doing. Even if you didn’t.

You made small talk through the dance, asking him about his work. You found out that he knew your brother, and they seemed to have a little animosity between them.

Though that didn’t surprise you, your brother had a way of getting underneath everyone’s skin all the time.

He seemed surprised to find out that you were related however.

“I would have thought that you would be loud and outspoken like your brother,” he admitted to you.

“I can see how you would make that assumption. He’s a handful,” you giggled. He smiled at you, and lead you off the dance floor after what was about your fifth dance together.

He kissed your knuckles and dropped your hand.

“Would you like something to drink Y/N?”

“I would love something, thank you,” your replied, smiling.

He nodded and left you for a moment, and your brother chose that moment to come over and bother you.

“What are you doing with Burr?” he asked you, a little disgusted.

“Dancing,” you said in a ‘duh’ tone.

He rolled his eyes, glaring at you.

“I can see that, but why with Burr?”

“He asked me nicely, and I agreed. He’s very nice and good to me Alexander, don’t mess it up,” you growled.

He almost said something but they Angelica came up to him and dragged him away.

It looked like Eliza would be winning your brother tonight. Poor Angelica.

Aaron came back up to you and handed you a glass of wine.

You chatted for a while before dancing some more.

By the end of the night you felt yourself falling for the man, not wanting the night to come to an end.

“May I write you Miss Hamilton?” he asked you as he escorted you to your carriage where your brother was waiting, a small scowl on his face.

“I would love that. Goodnight Mr. Burr,” you replied. He kissed your hand once more and then left.

“So how was Burr?” your brother asked grumpily.

“How was Eliza?”

“Shut up.”

BB-8 The Matchmaker

Anon asked: hi, i love your work, youre such a great writer! id actually like to make a request where bb-8 finds out poe likes you and you like him, leading the droid to enlist every single droid on base to play matchmaker, including c-3po and r2-d2? thanks for considering it!

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Yasss, I love my spherical little droid baby!)

Plot Summary: BB-8, one of the few people, or well, droids that Poe confides in. The spherical droid rolls around giddily, until Poe makes BB-8 promise to not tell anyone. Especially you. However, when the droid overhears you, General Organa’s right-hand, about your attraction to the droid’s master. BB-8 decides to enlist C-3PO, R2-D2, as well as every cleaning, medical, and war droid to bring the two of you together.

Originally posted by emanuelsantos2


“Well, that was nice. Haven’t had a good chat in a while.” You smiled as Poe walked alongside you to your room, BB-8 rolling in between the both of you.

“Yeah, now that the Starkiller Base is destroyed, we have at least some level of peace.” Poe sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he stopped in front of your room.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You turned around, facing him with your tablet at your hip.

“Of course! When have I ever let you down?”

“How about when I told you not to get captured on Jakku?”

“Okay, besides that. And I’m still alive, right?” Poe gestured wildly to himself, BB-8 rolling around his feet.

You laughed, walking into your room. “Goodnight, Mr. Dameron.” And with a smile and a wave, the door was closed, leaving Poe to walk back to his own room.

BB-8 whirred at him, asking what was wrong.

“I’ll tell you later, buddy.”


As soon as Poe was inside his own room, BB-8 immediately began to beep excitedly, asking Poe why he was acting so sullen.

“Well, how do you feel about Y/N?”

The droid answered, rather keen on you. It considered you as a part of it’s surrogate family.

“So, I may or may not have… Romantic feelings for her.”

BB-8 squealed happily, circling around Poe once again before rolling towards the door.

“Wait, no!” Poe dived and caught the droid in his arms, keeping it from exiting the room.

“BB-8, you can’t tell her! I don’t even know if she even has the same feelings!”

BB-8 stopped and made a questioning beep.

“Just, wait, okay? I just want to be safe and make sure she’s interested or not.”

His droid gave him a reassuring head-tap with its own, before rolling off to its charging station and powering down.

Poe, on the other hand, lied awake in bed, thinking about you, sighing.

He turned over in his bed, trying to get a good night’s sleep.

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Jerome x Reader. Step into my parlour.

This is the first of 2 fics off of http://archiveofourown.org/users/RenValeska/works If you want to check it out. I’ve hardly posted anything but that will change over time. 

This is just porn, bad porn, but porn none the less.

Tags: Alley sex, Daddy kink, Dirty talk. All my favourite things basically. 

Originally posted by kristieltrips

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Raucous Productions | Joe Sugg Imagine Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

“Ms. L/N?” My PA Karen knocks on my door. I look up to her with a questioning look. “Mr. Sugg wants to see you.” She says before dismissing herself.

I save the final edits of my draft before turning off my computer, grabbing my notebook and pen. It was around 8 p.m, my shift was about to end. I work as Joe Sugg’s assistant meaning I usually work late than the other workers here. Raucous Productions was a company set by Mr. Sugg and his friend Mr. Lee after the success of their movie “Hit the Road” which was followed by a sequel.

The man himself was lovely, very sweet. Mr. Sugg however had a tendency to welcome in some fit girls into the building. That also means that when Mr. Sugg asks me to deliver them a bunch of flowers I get to know their names. Not that it wasn’t a bad thing that I see him with girls, but it was something I didn’t like about him.

Walking towards the mahogany door, I take a deep breath before knocking. Once I entered without knocking was one of the most embarassing moments I’ve ever encountered with my boss. Seeing your boss on top of a semi-naked girl was not something I would love to see.

I open to door once I hear a faint “Come in.”,  I then see Mr. Sugg standing across to room, looking out the glass walls and onto the London scenery. I clear my throat, “Good evening Mr. Sugg, you asked to see me?”

He turns around, hands at his back, his body showcasing a white button down and a black cardigan paired with black skinny jeans. “Yes, I did. Take a seat, love.” Mr. Sugg gestures the two single seater sofa chairs in front of his desk.

I walk towards his desk and sit down, my notebook and pen resting on my lap. “What is it about sir?” I push a strand of stray hair behind my ear, noticing that Mr. Sugg was staring intently at me.

He laces his fingers together against the desk, leaning forward. “I have a flight to LA, yes?”

I nodded, opening my notebook to scan what I had written about his flight to Los Angeles. “Yes sir, for a business meeting with. Ms. Lake will also be accompanying you on the flight.”

Mr. Sugg nods his head, leaning back to his chair with arms behind his head and feet crossed on the desk. “Well tell Ms. Lake that she doesn’t need to accompany me anymore, she will have a day off. As I want you to accompany me on this flight.”

I lump forms on my throat as I begin to process what he has just said. “You want me to accompany you, sir?” Mr. Sugg nods, confirming what he has said. “But Mr. Sugg, I must decline, it is Ms. Lake’s job as your secretary to accompany you in every flight you have.”

Mr. Sugg sighs softly, “Well Ms. L/N, you happen to know more about Los Angeles better than she does. That is why I want you to accompany me, that is if you are free that day?”

I didn’t have anything planned, I would to go with him but there’s a part of me that’s denying it. “Yes sir, I am free that day.” A grin forms of his lips, nodding his head.

“Well then you should tell Ms. Lake about you being my company instead of her, love.” I suddenly start to feel all flustered, seeing as Mr. Sugg prefers my company instead of his own secretary. I nodded my head, straightening my pencil skirt after standing up.

Mr. Sugg happens to call me “love” most of the time, it was just a polite gesture but he doesn’t do it to the other female workers here besides me. “Goodnight, Mr. Sugg.” I grasp the door handle, seeing Mr. Sugg nod his head in return.

“Goodnight Ms. L/N.”

Once I open the front door, I release my feet out of the heels I was wearing, slipping them onto the micro fiber slippers I have. I didn’t have the best flat, per say but it was good enough for me. The rent was affordable as Mr. Sugg gives me a salary of £50 each week.

“Sophia? You still here?” I call out, my best friend Sophia has been staying her over the past weeks since she just broke up with her ex-boyfriend since he was cheating on her.

I get no answer so I assume she was sleeping. I head to my bedroom, grabbing a fresh set of pajamas. Once I have changed, I grab my phone and sent a text to Ms. Lake about the whole Mr. Sugg flight accompany switch. A breath escapes my lips as I finally crashed onto my bed.

My eyes abdsentmindedly scan my room until they landed on the diamond necklace that was on my dresser. On my 22nd second birthday, Mr. Sugg gave me that diamond pendant necklace as a present along with the matching earings.

They were from Tiffany & Co. seeing as they were expensive but Mr. Sugg didn’t mind a bit. At some point his kindness towards me soon turned into flirting. Sometimes, Mr. Sugg will flirt with me that I get all blushy and stunned to even manage a reply without stuttering. That was the effect he had on me.

It was 9 p.m but I wasn’t tired or sleepy yet so I decided to play a game on my phone. Until I was debating on ordering dinner on the phone, I hear the doorbell go off. I stand up, walking to the door before looking through the peep hole. It was the flat delivery guy, carrying a Nandos and Starbucks bag.

I open my door, “May I help you?” As much as wanted Nandos and Starbucks at the moment, I didn’t order one right now.

“Ah yes. I’m meant to deliver this to Y/N L/N.” The guys said that left me even more confused.

“That’s me. But I’m afraid I didn’t order.” I furrowed my brows in confusion.

The guy shakes his head, “No m'am, Mr. Joe Sugg did.”

My eyes widen in shock. My boss just ordered me Nandos and Starbucks. Is that normal? Without another word, I nodded, grabbing both the paper bags from him before saying a “Thank you” then shutting the door closed. I open the Nandos bag first, seeing my favorite order from Nandos. My eyes caught a post it note stuck on the cover of the food packaging.

“Eat up love” it said with a smiley face then his signature on the bottom corner of the paper. I place the bag on the counter top, shoving out the food that Mr. Sugg has ordered me. Not only did he order my favorite meal but from the Starbucks bag, he ordered me the chocolate macademia cookie and my favorite drink. I unlocked my phone, sending a quick text to my boss.

Me: Thank you sir, for the Nandos and Starbucks delivery. 😊 (21:47 p.m)

Nothing more than a minute, he replied.

Mr. Sugg: No problem love, it was my treat afterall for a thank you since you agreed to accompany me on my upcoming flight. 😁😚 (21:47 p.m)

Mr. Sugg: Also, I hope you haven’t eaten dinner yet or the delivery would have been too much.😂😚 (21:47 p.m)

I start to open up the Nandos meal, my nose picking up the fresh scent of the cooked meal, my stomach churning in hunger. I then decided to reply back.

Me: I haven’t eaten dinner yet sir, so the surprise take away isn’t that much 😂👍 (21:48 p.m)

Mr. Sugg and I start to talk via text while I was eating the Nandos order, saving the Starbucks drink and pastry for dessert. It was so nice of him to surprise me with this but, I just wonder why he treats me this way. He surely doesn’t call any of the femal workers “love” besides me and he surely doesn’t just deliver random surprise from Nandos or even Starbucks as a “Thank you”

Mr. Sugg: How’s life, gorgeous? 😚 (22:04 p.m)

A smile breaks on my lips, my stomach creating involuntary butterflies as my eyes scan the text. See, this is him flirting with me. Calling me names like “gorgeous”, “love”, “sweetheart”, “my love”, “darling” and other names you would call your partner.

Me: I wouldn’t really know how to describe life Mr. Sugg, but so far, it’s been great 👍💕 (22:05 p.m)

Once I have finished my Nandos chicken, I move on to the fruit salad that came with it.

Mr. Sugg: That’s great sweetheart, and I do insist that you call me Joe instead since we are out of work and being called Mr. Sugg makes me feel old 😂😛😚 (22:05 p.m)

I was chewing on a bite off my salad when Mr. Sugg decided to call me. I slide to answer, putting the phone next to my ear. “Hi.” I grinned, not expecting him to call.

“Hey love.” I can pratically hear the smile in his voice.

I take another bite off my salad, swallowing before replying. “Why did you call me sir?” My grin doesn’t falter a bit. I was quite happy with the relationship (not romantic) I have with my boss. He wasn’t those snappy, boring ones but he was completely the opposite.

“It’s Joe now, m'love. I called you because I wanted to hear your voice.” There it goes again, the butterflies.

“Is my voice that interesting?” I asked, giggling a bit before finishing off the fruit salad.

Mr. Sugg, or should I say, Joe chuckles through the phone. “To me it is.”

I bite my bottom lip, grabbing the Starbucks drink the the cookie in my hands, balancing my phone by pressing my shoulder against it with my ear applying the same preassure. “You’re too sweet Sugg.” I push the door of my bedroom open with my foot, placing the drink and the cookie on my bedside table.

“Well, you’re the sweetest strawberry of the bunch.” Joe replies back and I can hear a bit of shuffling in the background.

“Stop making me blush!” I playfully scolded, taking a sip from the Starbucks drink then taking a bite off of the cookie.

I hear Joe laugh from the other side. “Aww, I’m making you blush?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, and I want you to stop it.”

“Aww, but you love it, don’t you?” Joe asks.

“Annoyingly, I do.” I giggled, placing my duvet over my as I hold my drink in my hand, the plate of the cookie on my lap. I love it when Joe and I have these kinds of coversations, wether it be in work or at home via phones, it was always full of banter.

“You’re cute, you know that?” Joe compliments.

I giggled again, “No I don’t, that’s why I need you to tell me.”

Gentle laughter errupts from the boy on the other side of the phone. “Yeah and I deserve a thank you, darling.”

“Well, Thank you,” I grinned again, bitting my bottom lip. “Are you normally like this with the girls that I see you with?”

“No, only you.” He replied and my breath hitches slightly. “Because those girls are nothing compared to you.”

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Hi! So this is the first part of my first imagine series here on Tumblr. I might do a second part if I get some motivation such as how many notes this will get. Also if I do make a second part it might take a while since I get a massive writer’s block most of the time. To any one who read this, I hope you liked it.

Sleepover

No idea where this came from, but apparently I needed a break from revising for my dcjbb. This is Destiel future-fic, kid!fic, pretty much outsider POV, and not beta’d, or even re-read (’cause if I re-read it, it’ll never see the light of day!). 

Also at AO3


“Night, Papa!”

“Goodnight, Mr. Cas!”

Castiel bit back a laugh as he watched his daughter, Mary, and her friend. The girls snuggled down into their sleeping bags with badly muted giggles.

“Mary, I understand that you two are excited tonight, but you do need to get some rest.”

“Okay, Papa. We promise.” The two pre-teens looked up at him just a little too innocently. He thanked his lucky stars that Mary seemed to have not picked up Dean’s ability to lie straight-faced. At least not yet.

He shook his head as he closed the rec room door behind him.

Mary and her best friend, Abby, waited until the sound of Cas’ footsteps had faded before they wriggled out of the bags and started the sleepover in earnest. A couple of hours later, they were finally winding down. Mary was curled up on the couch doing her nails, while Abby flipped through the Netflix menu looking for something good to watch.

“Huh,” Abby said suddenly.

Mary looked up briefly. “Find something good?” She returned her attention to the nail polish when she didn’t see anything exciting on the menu.

“You guys don’t have a dog, right?”

“No. Why?”

Abby tilted her head, motioning for quiet. After a few seconds, she shrugged. “Thought I heard something moving around outside.”

Mary quickly capped her nail polish and stood up, fanning her hands as she walked over to the window.

“What are you doing?” Abby asked.

She peered out the window into the dark. “Gotta tell my dads,” she answered.

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His Judas Kiss

Oneshot
Member: Jungkook
Genre: Angst
Summary: You look up to see your best friend of eight years standing there with that smile on his face. That smile being the one he always has when he’s asking you for money.
Word Count: 3.815
Request: 


~Gif is not mine. Credit to the original creator.~ 


You’re sitting at a table underneath an old, giant oak tree reading while waiting for your next class when a shadow pauses to your right. You look up to see your best friend of eight years standing there with that smile on his face.

That smile being the one he always has when he’s asking you for money.

You didn’t mind too much seeing as you were better off financially than most people your age. And you knew that he and his family always struggled with money; he worked his ass off in school to get the scholarships that he did. So you don’t think twice when you ask, “How much?” and turn to grab your wallet from your bag.

“I need to pick up some medicine for my mom again, she can’t seem to kick this cold.” When you hand over the money, he gives you your favorite smile - the one where it shows off all of his teeth and you’re reminded of a bunny. 

“Thank you!” he says as he pulls you into a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow for game night?” he asks as he slowly backs away.

You nod and wave him off to his next class, the smile on your face faltering slightly when he turns the corner and exits your sight.

To be honest, you weren’t really sure when your feelings for your best friend started to develop. It was like one day he was your best friend and you thought nothing more of him, and then the next you were thinking about how his hand would fit in yours and what his lips would taste like. You never bothered to fight the feelings you had, you considered it pointless when Jungkook himself was so mesmerizing. The fact that he was charming, passionate, and good at anything he decided to do drew you to him - hell, it drew everyone to him.

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Coffee, Cleaning, and Clumsy Kisses

Pairing: Rucas

A/N: This is a continuation of a oneshot I posted last week that you can find here. I also combined two requests into one fic. Hope that’s okay!

Background: Riley and Lucas are in their senior year of high school, but have decided to just be friends until they figure out what they’re going to do for college and the rest of their lives. However, Lucas has only agreed to this to make Riley happy. Can he stay true to his promise? Or will they both give into temptation?

Riley scanned the mess that was the current state of her mother’s bakery. She was so used to seeing it neat and tidy that it was a little hard to believe it was capable of getting like this. 

“Thanks for helping with the cleanup, kids.” Topanga emerged from behind the counter with a broom and dustpan in one hand and a garbage bag in the other. She kicked her way through the plastic cups and crumpled up napkins strewn across the floor and handed the broom to Riley “I severely underestimated the amount of trash a teacher-of-the-year party could accumulate.”

“We teachers know how to party, Topanga,” Cory informed her, snaking around the cluttered stack of chairs by the front door to meet his wife in the middle of the room. “I mean, it’s almost 9:00pm. Do we go hard or what?” 

“Yeah, Dad,” Riley lied, raising her eyebrows at him in mock-amusement as she took the broom from her mother and began sweeping the trash into a pile by the counter. “You’re real wild.” 

“Are you sure you don’t mind closing up by yourselves?” Topanga asked, leaning over the plush chairs to hand Lucas the garbage bag. “We can stay if you-“

“Go home, Mom. Lucas and I can handle it,” Riley assured her, glancing back at Lucas for confirmation as he nodded in agreement. “Besides, you should probably get him home. He’s starting to do the too-tired-to-function head bobble thing he does when he’s about to pass out.”

“You’re right. Last time he did that, he had to wear a neck brace for a week,” Topanga grimaced at the memory, linking her arm with her husband’s and turning to head out the front door. “Let’s go, honey. Call us if you need anything, Riley.” 

“Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews,” Lucas called to them as they left the bakery. Riley locked the door behind them and fell onto one of the chairs in an exhausted heap. Lucas took the seat next to her and slowly turned his head to meet her gaze before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. 

“I am never going to look at any of our teachers the same way again,” Riley giggled, throwing her hands over her face as the images of her father’s colleagues celebrating his winning a special award flashed through her mind. 

“Did you see Mr. Ramirez shove all those mini quiches in his mouth?” Lucas asked. “I thought he was going to projectile vomit them all over Mrs. Johnson’s sensible loafers.”

Riley closed her eyes as she let the giggles take over, turning in her chair to look up at Lucas. 

“It was nice to see my Dad so happy though,” Riley admitted, a sincere smile creeping up onto her face as the laughter began to fade away.  “He deserved that award after working so hard to accomplish it. I’m happy for him.” 

“Yeah, I’m really proud to call him my teacher,” Lucas admitted. “Listening to the stories of how he followed his dream and married the love of his life. It really…“

Lucas trailed off, breaking their gaze to look into the abandoned cup of coffee someone had left on the table in front of them. 

“It really, what?” Riley pressed, nudging his arm playfully to encourage him to continue. But instead of answering right away, Lucas stood from his chair and crossed the room to grab a coffee mug from underneath the counter.  

Without looking back in Riley’s direction, Lucas filled two cups with the leftover coffee from the party and handed one out to her from over the counter. Taking the hint, Riley joined Lucas on one of the stools and took the mug with a grateful smile. 

Taking a sip from his cup, Lucas finally pried his gaze away from the tile on the counter and met Riley’s curious gaze. “Seeing your Dad so happy gives me hope that I can have that sort of life one day.”

“Of course you can, Lucas.” Riley reached out to place her free hand atop Lucas’, rubbing her thumb across his skin reassuringly. “You can have anything you want, as long as you’re willing to work for it. I believe that. And I believe in you.”

Lucas glanced down at their hands resting on top of one another. “And what about us?”

“What do you mean?” Riley knitted her brows together as she attempted to decipher what he was trying to say. 

“Do you believe in our relationship?” Lucas swung his legs around on the stool to face her, his knees knocking together with hers slightly as he adjusted his position in his seat. “Past graduation, past college, past wherever our careers might take us?” 

“It’s a little early to think about that, don’t you think?” Riley mumbled into her coffee cup, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she struggled to avoid his gaze. 

“Riley, I know what I want for myself right now,” Lucas said confidently, shocking Riley into snapping her head up to look him in the eyes. “And of course there’s every possibility that in the future, everything could turn upside down and I could be flung onto a path I never would have picked for myself in a million years.” 

Lucas’ eyes were dancing wildly as he finally gained the courage to tell her everything he had been holding in for the past few months. 

“But right now I know three things. The first is that I’m staying in New York for college.”

Riley’s eyes went wide. “Lucas, but your scholarship to UT Austin-”

“The second thing is that I am going to become a veterinarian,” Lucas announced, although this was not news to Riley. “I’ve wanted that since I was a boy, and I know now that I can actually make it a reality even if it might be the hardest thing I ever do.” 

Riley waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t she nudged his knee with her own so that he would turn to meet her gaze. “And the last thing?”

“The last, most important thing I know for certain that I want,” Lucas began, hopping off the stool and taking Riley’s hands in his own. “Is you, Riley.”

Riley chewed on her bottom lip as she listened to him, her heart beating fast in her chest as he took a step closer to her. 

“Who knows what might happen five years, one year, or even six months from where we are right now, but what I know in this moment is that I believe we are meant to be together,” Lucas placed a hand on Riley’s cheek as he locked in on her gaze. “I don’t care what might have happened in the past. I don’t care what anyone else thinks about us. The only thing I care about is that you know me better than anyone else on the planet. What I care about is how I’ve been in love with you since you fell onto my lap on that subway ride all those years ago. What I care about is that I can’t see a future for myself without you in it, Riley, and I don’t want to.” 

Riley took a step back, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes. She knew how she felt about the boy who made her heart flutter in her chest every time he entered the room. The boy she could talk to about anything. The boy she trusted more than anyone. But there was still something holding her back that she couldn’t put her finger on. 

“You gotta stop doing that,” Riley whispered, repeating the same line he had used on her a few days ago at her apartment. 

“What?” Lucas’ breath caught in his throat as he waited for her to say something, anything, that might tear his heart into a million pieces. 

“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you,” Riley teased, smirking up at him as she watched him breathe a sigh of relief. To keep his hands busy, he picked up his coffee cup from the counter and turned to quirk up one eyebrow at her flirtatiously. 

“Well keep looking at me like that,” he warned, leaning casually into the counter and taking a sip of his coffee. “See what happens.” 

Lucas set his cup back on the surface behind him and pulled Riley closer, letting her lean into him as she melted into his warm embrace. 

“Lucas, I’m scared,” she muttered into his chest. “I want everything that you want, but what if-”

“We can’t worry about the ‘what if’s’ right now, Riley,” Lucas reminded her, pulling his head back and tilting her chin up so that she would meet his eyes. “And I know that’s been hard for you lately, but you have to have faith that things will work out somehow, just like I know you have faith in all your friends, present company included.”

Lucas leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers for a moment before pulling back to place either hand on her cheeks. 

“What matters right now is that we are graduating high school in a few days,” Lucas reminded her. “And we’re lucky enough to have the best friends in the world to graduate with. Not to mention that we have supportive parents who want us to achieve our goals. And-”

“We have each other,” Riley finished for him, reaching up to place one of her own hands atop the one he had resting on her cheek. 

“You mean that?” Lucas asked expectantly, hoping that he didn’t sound too relieved or desperate. Riley gently pulled Lucas’ hands away from her face and held them in her own. 

“You’re right, Lucas,” Riley admitted. “Things might not work out the way we want them to in the future, but I have to believe that they will turn out the way they’re supposed to. I mean, I’ve always done that, especially with the people I love the most. So why should now be any exception?”

Riley leaned forward to brush the tip of her nose with his for a moment before taking a step forward to meet his lips with her own. However, as she leaned forward, her foot collided with a plastic cup, causing her to trip and fall into Lucas’ arms. 

“Whoops,” Riley mumbled, pushing herself off of Lucas to stand up straight once again. “Guess I can always count on you to catch me when I fall.”

“Always,” Lucas assured her, brushing her hair away from her face and leaning in to finally meet her lips with a kiss. 

In that moment, Riley was reminded of everything she had missed about being in a relationship with him, and she savored every second of it, never wanting it to end. 

“And in case it wasn’t clear,” Riley whispered into his ear when they finally pulled back from the kiss. “I can’t see my future without you in it either.”