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diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

It’s You ~ George Weasley imagine

Originally posted by fantasyimagine

-Scenario-
Hey I’m so happy you’re sticking with the blog:) could I have a George weasley imagine where you are waiting for him at the borrow with mrs Weasley while everyone from the order is out moving Harry? Xx

-Warnings-
George’s ear injury and mentions of blood

~It’s You~

“(Y/N), dear, please stop pacing,” Mrs. Weasley asked kindly.

You immediately stopped in your tracks. You didn’t even notice you were pacing.

“Sorry, Mrs. Weasley.” You walked over to the couch and sat down, wringing your hands worriedly.

The Order was bringing Harry to the burrow where he’d be safe from Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. So far, only Harry and Hagrid had come back.

Mrs. Weasley took a seat next to you and placed a hand over yours, giving you a sympathetic look. “I know you’re worried, dear. I am too,” she consoled.

“I just… I hope everyone’s all right,” you sighed, turning to face her. She softly placed a hand on your cheek, giving you a compassionate smile.

“All we can do is wait and-”

“Here! Quick! In the house!” shouted a sudden voice.

You and Molly both stood up and faced the entrance of the burrow.

Remus and Harry stumbled in carrying George, who was bleeding on the side of his head. They laid him down on the couch.

“Oh, my boy.” Mrs. Weasley quickly ran to his side. You immediately trailed behind.

“Georgie? God, you better not be dead,” you said, your voice starting to quiver.

“Or what, (Y/N)? You’ll kill me?” George chuckled weakly. You let out a small laugh, gently pushing his hair back.

You and George go way back. You had met him and Fred on the Hogwarts train, and ever since then, you all became inseparable. Even though you were close with Fred, you and George had something you didn’t have with anyone else.

That, and you had been harboring a crush on him for years. But, you’d never tell him that, of course.

Suddenly, Fred ran in. He kneeled down next to you in front of George. He sighed in relief to see his chest slowly rising and falling.

“How’re you feelin’, Georgie?” Fred asked, looking worriedly at his twin.

“…Saint-like,” he answered softly.

Fred furrowed his eyebrows. “Come again?”

“Saint-like… I’m hole-y, Fred. Get it?” He pointed to his bloody ear.

Fred shook his head with a smile. “The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for ‘I’m hole-y.’ That’s pathetic,” he grinned.

“Reckon I’m still better looking than you,” George retaliated, getting another giggle from you.

He looked over at you and gave you a small wink, causing your cheeks to heat up.

~*~

You, George, and Mrs. Weasley were all sat at the dining table. George was getting his ear bandaged by Mrs. Weasley.

“All done, love.” Mrs. Weasley put everything back into the first aid kit.

“Thank you, mum,” George said. She placed a kiss on his cheek and left the dining room.

“How do you feel, George?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I thought we established this; I feel saint-like,”

“I mean, how does your ear feel, you arse,” you grinned, playfully smacking his shoulder.

He let out a laugh. “Okay, well, now my ear hurts AND my shoulder hurts, so thanks for that,” he teased.

“Shut it, Georgie,” you giggled. He smirked.

George stood up and stretched. “I think I might go outside. Care to join me?” He held out his arm. You rolled your eyes jokingly. “Sure,” you answered, taking his arm.

The two of you walked outside and laid down in the grass, looking up at the stars. You both started talking about random things at first, but then, the conversation got deeper and deeper.

“I was really scared, Georgie…”

“So was I. The shot was really close,” he raised a hand to his ear.

“I-I don’t know what I’d do if you died,” you breathed.

“I do; you’d be absolutely lost without me,” he teased.

“Don’t get cocky, Weasley,” you turned your head to face him.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), you know you love me,”

Heat ran up your cheeks again, and you turned your head to the stars again. “Yeah…”

Silence began to fall between the two of you. George propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you.

“(Y/N)?”

“George?”

“You know you’re my best friend, right? After Fred, of course, but that’s a different, brother kind of best friend-” he began to ramble.

“Yes, Georgie, I know. What’s up?” You asked, gazing up at him.

“I-I can tell you anything, right?”

“… Of course,”

“Okay… Well… There’s this girl…” he started. You felt your heart sink.

“A girl, huh?” You responded sadly, sitting up so that you were at the same level as George.

“Yeah. I’ve known her for a really long time and Ive had really strong feelings for her for a while and I…”

George turned to face you. He gazed into your eyes, and you did the same. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips before gazing at you again.

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).”

And with that, George cupped your face and slammed his lips into yours. Your eyes became wide for a moment, but you melted into the kiss.

His hands moved from your face to your waist, placing them on your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer. The kiss was deep and intense. You opened your mouth to catch your breath, which allowed George to slowly slip his tongue in, causing you to melt once more.

This snogging session lasted for what seemed like forever. The kiss finally broke when you had tried to run your fingers through George’s hair and accidentally pressed against his injured ear, causing him to wince.

“Sorry, Georgie,” you giggled.

“Don’t worry about it, love… Wow…” he breathed, gazing into your eyes once more.

“What?” you blushed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he smiled, intertwining his fingers in yours.

“Wait, so I’m the girl you’ve had strong feelings for?!” You said sarcastically.

“Absolutely not,” he joked back. He pulled you back in for another kiss. This time, much softer and sweeter.


~THE END~
Thank you for requesting!

anonymous asked:

can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.

Staying Up (Jonathan Byers fluff/smut)

Originally posted by v-writings

Originally posted by coupleaims

Request:  Do you think you can do a Jonathan Byers smut where his S/o is a virgin? I always see ones where he’s a virgin and I want to see him being super gentle and patient ❤️

I HAVE SINNED BYE 

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Observations

• There doesn’t seem to be as much difference in the general price of things as there was when I last came to the US (2005), even though the exchange rate is practically the same. For example, petrol was much cheaper here than at home in 2005. Now it’s only slightly cheaper. Clothes don’t seem as cheap, though that’s from only a quick glance and not looking at any “brand name” stuff. More shopping to be done.

• I will never get used to driving on the right side of the road, and I’m only a passenger for this whole trip. My brain melts each time we get in the car.

• Speaking of driving, three words: four way stops. Four more words: get some fucking roundabouts. OMG.

• Alcohol is sold everywhere. At first, CVS looks like a chemist / pharmacy… until you get to the liquor aisles. I guess booze is a form of self-medication?

• I’m surprised by how many eucalyptus trees there are here in California (at least, the little patch I’ve seen between LA and SF). Some parts of the drive, aside from being on the opposite side of the road, we could’ve easily been at home.

• Thanks to tumblr-peep mentions, I have been to Whole Foods (want to move in to one) and Chipotle (twice). Yet to check out Trader Joes. Still happy to take any other recommendations.

There’ll be more to come I’m sure.

Twin surprise

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: Hey I love your writing. Can you do one were you catch Tommy cheating on you with Grace and you leave but you went to tell him that you were pregnant with twins and then a few years later you end up going back to Birmingham


You loved him, you did. But it wasn’t working there was no spark there, not anymore. You had been together since you were 15 and he was 17 since you were kids everyone knew you would be together. Polly never did stop going on about that time you two got married in the mud in the back street of your house when you were 5. ‘Meant to be’ everyone said. Maybe you were, but it wasn’t the same as it was when you were kids.

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Chapter 197

Quick translation:

JY: …

JY: So hot… 

JY: Fuck?! Where are my pants!?

WH: They were totally wet. I just bought new ones for you. 

JY: … Were you peeking at me at all along… 

WH: I don’t have that type of interest. 

JY: Hey~ Where is this place?

Mum: Jian yi…. (runs over to hug him)

JY: Mum… I’m fine.

Mum (in tears): …. I’lll bring you home now… 

- cuts to school -

GS: Jian yi that little rascal, where did he go?

HT: Miss him? 

GS: What in the dick nonsense are you saying… 

HT: Let’s go find Zhan Zheng xi, if no one accompanies him after school he might cry. 

GS: I don’t want to!!

(Background chatter)

ZX’s phone vibrates, he receives a text from Jian yi: Zhan xixi~ I’m at the north station road now, come quick! 

ZX runs over, thinking of Jian yi. 

Ghost!Calum

Words: 6K

Warning: smut

Summary: Y/N and her mum move into a new home, which Y/N is dreading. Whilst painting her room she meet’s Calum who died a year ago and is obviously a ghost. You help him reconnect with his old best friends in which he thanks you in the best way a ghost could.

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Your mum drove up the long stony pathway, hearing the rocks crackle beneath the tyres. I let out another exaggerated sigh, looking dramatically out the window as a sad song played through my headphones. Me and my mum were once again moving away from our problems. In the past five year’s we’ve moved at least 12 times, from small flats to large houses. It all started when my dad cheated on my mum, I was only 10 and didn’t understand why we were moving from our happy family home to a cramped apartment that was the size of a shoe box. Now at the age of 19 I had gotten used to moving around and not unpacking my things. I had never had a stable job or education either, I tried but it was so hard moving around the place. 

“Cheer up Y/N” Mum said in her silky voice. I rolled my eye’s and focused on the tree leaves, the different colours of orange. I loved autumn it’s always been my favourite as it’s not to hot but it’s not to cold. It’s just right. We had been travelling through this forest for a couple of minutes. Up the long drive, it had gotten a lot darker and the colours of the leaves were a dark brown. I looked in front and there stood a large black castle/house. I furrowed my eye brows as my mum got out the car with her clanging key’s. There was a large gate with a chain holding it together, my mum placed the key in the lock and the chains fell from the gate. She pushed them back and placed a stop underneath them. The house itself was massive, probably bigger then anything we’ve ever had. It was dark and gloomy and could do with a paint job, or some colour. My mum came back into the car and put the key’s down into the cup holder. 

“So what do you think?” she said excitedly. 

“I like it, how long this time? A week? A month? or will we be moving tomorrow?” I mumbled sarcastically. 

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34. We should not pretend to go into a coma when we have a test coming up we would prefer not to take.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I would rather die than have to take this stupid exam,” James insisted to his friends dramatically, throwing his quill down on his writing desk with a satisfying plunk.

“You’d rather die?” Peter asked with wide eyes, “Like literally?”

James rolled his eyes, swiveling back in his seat so he was facing Peter, “No, not literally. I’m not that dedicated to not taking this quiz.”

“But, what if you were,” Sirius spoke up slowly, looking towards the ceiling as he was thinking deeply.

James scowled, “Then I’d be dead and you’d all have to make sure I have a bloody awesome funeral. Well Pete and Remus would need to anyway. Padfoot would probably be too much of a blubbering mess to be productive after my passing.”

“I see no shame in mourning the loss of a loved one,” Sirius retorted haughtily, his nose high up in the air, “Besides, I wasn’t thinking that you should actually die. That would be ridiculous.”

“Glad we’re all in agreement that James is not going to actually die in response to taking an exam,” Remus spoke up dryly, rolling his eyes slightly before looking back down at the papers he was gathering to put away.

“I’m proposing that James fake dies,” Sirius said happily.

The other boys looked up from what they were doing, confused looks on their faces as they tried to wrap their mind around Sirius’ proposition.

“And how exactly does one fake die?” Remus asked cautiously, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.

“Yeah, you can’t just fake a death!” Peter exclaimed incredulously.

“Okay, maybe not a fake death. But, like, you could go into one of those … long term sleep things. You know what I’m talking about?”

“A coma?” James asked hesitantly.

When Sirius nodded his head enthusiastically, James clarified, “You want me to go into a coma? I don’t see how that’s better than death.”

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If I say this once, then I will say this a thousand times…
I lived in Northern Ireland during the ‘troubles’ I witnessed many atrocities, many deaths, bomb scares, buildings blown up, cars, buses etc destroyed…for the sake of a ‘cause’ but was the 'cause?’

Religious belief, to gain land and life back?
It started out in 1967 and continued its murderous path until 1994. Was was learnt, what was gained? Nothing.
Both sides blamed each other, politicians on both sides gained power, publicity and fame on the backs of innocent people. My mum and dad worked at the most 'Bombed Hotel in the World - The Europe Hotel’ I grew up in the corridors of this hotel; walked the halls, visited the kitchens, sat in the reception and was seen with many of the staff. Do you know how odd it is to tell your teacher during 'what did you do today?’ Story time. “We’ll today teacher I was in a bomb scare after I left school. Made to stand behind an army cordon, while specialist equipment was put into the place my mum and dad work as staff from the hotel, myself and my family all stood at the 'meeting point’ while British Souldern escorted my father out as he was trying to secure the kitchens gas outlets?”

It doesn’t matter in the world when a terrorist attack happens or how many lives they take with them. It’s the fact it is happening, still happening, because idiots believe they are doing it for 'a cause’ the cause means nothing if it’s an empty that used to target and hurt, hate and destroy…where is the God, the Allah in all of that?
Killing Christians, Catholics, Protestants - what next? There are not enough religions in this world to condemn them all. We are all born the same way and will all die that is a fact. But to take innocent victims, children…that is not doing anything in anyone’s name. It is not honouring nothing other than your selfish greed. Your dark soul of torment, has no place at the right side of any of your God’s work.

A suicide Bomber is not a Muslim.
A suicide Bomber is not a religious fanatic.
A suicide Bomber is not acting under any beliefs, destined by a book telling of holy law.
A suicide Bomber is…a terrorist, designed for destruction, destined to kill. Because they have been brainwashed by terrorists to do their bidding.

DO NOT turn on eyes upon the world filled with hate. Do not believe all… Muslims, Christians, Catholics or any other religion out there are the same

they.are.not.