my mom walked into my room this morning while i was half asleep and she goes

The Full Potential Challenge

Ever wonder what your life would be like if you lived up to your full potential? Would your body be healthier? Your skin clearer? Bank account bigger? I think about these things all the time, and, judging by a previous post, you guys do too. Let’s try it out! Obviously we aren’t going to come close to perfect with this – we’re all humans with good days and bad days and in-between days. But let’s try together to see what would happen if we pushed ourselves. I don’t ever want anyone to feel pressured to stick to this every day (I sure as hell won’t), but it’s worth a shot, right? Let’s get to it!

EVERY MORNING

  • Stretch. First thing. Really give your body enough time to wake up. Touch your toes. Roll out your shoulders. Do not hit snooze!
  • Do your full skincare routine. I have mine detailed here, but do whatever works for you and your complexion. Be gentle and consistent. 
  • Brush your teeth and floss. I used to be a big floss-skipper too, but you’d be amazed at how dig of a difference it makes. Rinse with a whitening mouthwash. I use one by Crest, and I notice a major difference in my teeth’s overall whiteness in just a few days.
  • Give yourself enough time to get ready. Whether you’re a wash-and-go kind of girl, or someone who spends an hour doing a full contouring routine before class (and either one is fine!), make sure you aren’t rushing. If you need to wake up a few minutes earlier than normal, so be it. Rushing sets an awful, stressed-out tone for the rest of the day. Allow yourself to be relaxed before taking on the day.
  • Eat something. I’m not going to say eat a big breakfast, because some people (myself included) just can’t eat in the morning. But you should eat, or at least bring a little something with you to work or school. If you can’t eat a full breakfast, grab a fruit! You won’t be as hungry come lunch time, making you less likely to gorge yourself.
  • Shower. You can do this at night, in the morning, whatever. Again, this is something you should allow some time for. I don’t wash my hair every day, but I do condition it every day (from the ears down). Scrub yourself with a delicious-smelling body wash. If you shave, make yourself as smooth as a dolphin, dude. If you don’t, then don’t and don’t ever ever ever let anyone make you feel bad or weird about it. When you get out of the shower, wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and totally slather your sexy self with lotion. Top to bottom. Do it as soon as you can post-shower so it can really sink in. 
  • Put leave-in condition throughout your damp hair and comb it through.
  • Put on an outfit that makes you feel good! So important!
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Take a look at your daily to-do list. Knock out the most pressing stuff first. Take pride when you cross things off your list.
  • Make your bed! Oh my god, make your bed. Do it. Do it. Do it. 

EVERY AFTERNOON 

  • Follow the “touch it once” approach. This is a truly life-changing thing. When a task is in front of you, no matter how big or small, just do it right then and there. How many times have you gotten a work email or homework assignment and thought, “Eh, I’ll do it later”? And then later never comes? Once something pops up, do it once. Squash it and be done. Cross things off your list and feel like a badass.
  • Try to go for a walk at lunch. Even one little lap around the block or campus will reenergize you like nobody’s business. 
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Be present. This is so hard for me too, but you have to make a major effort to be present in whatever you’re doing. Be engaged and plugged-in and just exist in the moment. Give 100 percent.
  • Be friendly to friends and strangers. A smile goes a long way.
  • Eat something. Eat what you packed for lunch (see below) and take a break from working while you do it. You need “you time”!

EVERY EVENING

  • Take your makeup off as soon as you’re in for the night. Wash your face with your full routine and let your skin have a break. 
  • Workout. You can also do this in the morning. Whatever works for you. Make a great playlist and go hard af. Get your cardio in. Get your strength training in. Earn every freaking sweat bead forming on your forehead. Earn your shower!
  • Knock out your homework. Life is infinitely better you don’t have anything hanging over your head. Half the time, the energy and emotion you spent dreading/putting off your work is ten times worse than the work itself.
  • Make a list of what needs to be done tomorrow. It’ll set you up for success the next day, and you won’t forget anything!
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Lay out your clothes for tomorrow. This will save you SO MUCH TIME in the morning omg I can’t even tell you how important this is.
  • Eat something great. And once you’ve decided to be done eating for the night, be done. Brush your teeth so you can’t eat again.
  • After brushing, do a whitening treatment. Whether it’s classic baking soda, a Crest white strip, or a laser. Do something. And floss! Retainers in too, ladies 0:)
  • Relax! Take a few hours to do what YOU want to do. Scroll through Tumblr, binge on some Netflix, FaceTime gossip with your friends, anything. Do whatever makes you happiest. 
  • Shut the electronics off an hour before you want to go to bed. Put your phone on sleep mode. If you stare at the screen, it will keep you awake and alert and you won’t be able to fall asleep. A good night’s sleep is crucial for weightless and general happiness lol
  • Do a quick sweep of your room and see if there’s anything you can put away real quick. A clean space is a happy space.
  • Crawl into your bed (aren’t you happy you took the time to make it?!) and read a book by lamplight for a while. When you start to feel sleepy, go to sleep. Don’t push it. You kicked ass today and you deserve rest. 

EVERY WEEKEND

  • Do something with your friends. It just has to be one thing. Even if you’re just hanging out at the coffee shop, spending time with your squad will make you a better, happier person.
  • Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!
  • Do something just for you. Set your laptop up in the bathroom and watch a Netflix marathon while you take a bubble bath. Buy an old school bottle of Mr. Bubbles ($3 at Target!) and really just soak. Relax. Light a candle.
  • Do something creative. You can read a book, write, blog, draw, code, anything. It just has to be something that speaks to your passion.
  • Track your progress. Just do this once a week so it doesn’t become all-consuming. And remember that non-scale victories are just as important as shedding pounds.
  • Take the time to be grateful. Tell your friend how much you admire her taste in music. Mention to your mom how much you love her cooking and how happy you are that she takes care of you. Thank your teacher after an especially interesting lecture. When you do something awesome, take a moment to admire YOURSELF. Be grateful for even the little things.

Anything I missed? Reblog + add yours! Don’t forget to tag your progress!

anonymous asked:

Prompt 'im sorry i accidentally kissed you after playing house for bellarke

For you, nonny! This one got away from me, too. I’m not good at short drabbles apparently, but hey, who cares! Enjoy!

*

Bellamy’s life is perfectly together for the first time since he was five and his sister was born. She’s off at school and he’s only working one, stable job that makes enough for him to live comfortably. It took a while to get here, but he’s enjoying the freedom and the lightness. No longer does he hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. So leave it to Clarke Griffin to completely ruin his bliss.

He’s cooking breakfast for himself on this fine Saturday morning when she barges into his apartment (why he thought it was smart to give her a key, he doesn’t know) and asks him to be her fake boyfriend.

Which is problematic for him because he’s spent the last three years wanting to be her real boyfriend. They met in college, forced to work together on an art project (he took it because he needed another elective, and she’s an art major) and despite not getting along at first, they became best friends. Mostly because she’s a spitfire and he’s a dick and somehow the universe just knew the two of them would cause chaos together. It works. He’s been half in love with her for most of their relationship but the timing has never been right, whether one of them isn’t available or he just completely chickens out. Not to mention she calls him her friend all the time and while he’s not the kind of guy to believe in the friend zone, sometimes it’s really hard not to.

“What?” He asks stupidly, holding his spatula in mid-air having been distracted from his egg flip.

“My mother is coming into town and I need to prove to her I have my life together despite having not gone to med school,” She hops onto his counter and reaches over to his plate of bacon to snag a piece.

“But you don’t have your life together,” he says before swatting at her hand as she goes for another piece, “Quit eating my food!”

She pouts her lip and pulls her hand back with a sigh, “Thanks for reminding me. I just need to create the illusion I do, which includes using you as my significant other.”

“Why would having a boyfriend somehow mean you have your life together?”

She’s batting her eyelashes at him now, which always means she wants something ridiculous, “Well…maybe not just a boyfriend. Maybe a boyfriend…i live with?”

He drops his spatula with a loud clang, “You can’t be serious.”

She grasps his arm with both hands, “You’re my best friend, Bell! Help me look less pathetic!”

He still feels a slight twinge at the word friend but pushes it down, “Let me guess, you don’t want your mom to see what kind of travesty you live in?”

She lives in a small studio apartment that has no working air conditioning and also tends to get a mice infestation every few months. It’s pretty awful. They usually always end up at his place to hang out and, okay, she’s slept over on more than one occassion but always in the guest room!

“Also that.” She confirms for him and he shakes his head at her antics. He knows he’ll regret it, but if he’s completely honest he misses the company. He’s not fond of living alone and his place has felt eerily empty lately. It’s a dangerous line, doing the whole fake boyfriend thing especially when feelings are involved on his end, but she makes it very hard to say no.

When he agrees, the smile on her face makes it all worth it. God, he is so screwed.

*

It’s surprisingly easy to fall into domestic bliss with her, which doesn’t exactly help his case at all. The day before her mother comes, Clarke comes over with a bag full of items to make the apartment look more ‘equal’. She’s going for a very convincing argument. Pictures of them have been scattered around the place, some in the living room and a couple in the bedroom. She always forces him to take picture when they’re out so most of them are drunken one am photos. She’s taken over his bathroom placing her hygiene products all over the shower and hair products on the counter.

“Is that necessary?” He asks as she hangs a few dresses in his closet for good measure.

“I’m trying to be thorough,” She replies. By the time she wears herself out, it definitely looks like they live together. He has to admit, she’s dedicated. He also doesn’t mind having her stuff around. Having her around…

Things go relatively smooth from there. Her mother arrives and is friendly enough to him. She actually seems impressed which makes something like pride swell in his chest. It’s a nice apartment in a nice part of the city and while Clarke has mentioned her mother being a snob, he’s still satisfied by her approval.

Being best friends has given them a comfort around each other that has only been beneficial. They touch each other freely and it’s not weird and quite honestly, from the outside anyone could see they are a couple. He tries to build Clarke up to her mother, mentioning small successes she’s had with her art and okay, maybe, fabricated a little. Clarke beams at him as he dotes on her and everything feels natural.

It gets a little weird when they remember they’ll have to sleep together in the same bed. When she walks out of the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt he genuinely thinks about throwing himself out the window because she looks so beautiful standing there and yet they aren’t like that. Pretending to be her boyfriend has been easy but her mom is asleep and they don’t need to pretend anymore.

“I can put shorts on,” She says awkwardly tugging on the end of her shirt. Clearly she hadn’t thought this through before walking out.

“I’ve seen you naked, remember?” He tries to ease the tension but that might have been the worst thing to say, “Remember when I had to carry you home after the whole Finn dilemma?”

It seems to work, “Ugh, don’t remind me. That was not my finest moment.”

She had managed to get so drunk, standing was nearly impossible and he had to take her home. She puked on herself and like the knight and shining armor he is, he managed to bath her and change her before putting her to bed. She told him she loved him that night, but he’s not sure she remembers. He definitely didn’t bring it up.

She crawls into bed with him and they fall into an easy silence. He lies on his stomach and is just beginning to drift off when she says, “Thank you again, by the way. You didn’t have to help me, you know?”

He’s groggy when he responds, “You’re lucky I love you.”

His eyes snap open when he realises what he said and holds his breath.

She laughs gently, “I love you, too.”

Too bad, he thinks to himself, if only she meant it in the same way.

*
It’s gets weird. And confusing. The following night he is in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone when Clarke gets back from her walk with Abby. She joins him in the kitchen while her mom showers and he laughs when he sees the newly formed sunburn tainting her pale skin.

“Forget the sunscreen, princess?” He teases and she smacks him playfully on the shoulder.

“I didn’t think we’d be outside all day…” She mutters miserably, poking at the skin on her arm.

“Clearly,” he laughs before moving to the refrigerator to grab some aloe. He squeezes the goo onto his fingers and gently rubs it onto her skin. She watches him carefully, like she’s surprised by the intimate gesture.

“All good,” he says wiping the excess onto the dish towel next to him.

“Thanks, honey,” she coos and before he can react she pecks him on the lips.

He’s frozen, his lips burning from the contact. It was an innocent kiss but he felt it all the way to his soul.

Her eyes widen, “Shit…I–”

His mind is racing. Did she mean to do that? Does she know how he feels about Her? Does she feel the same? She regrets it, doesn’t She? He fucked up. This plan was stupid.

“Smells good!” Abby compliments as she enters the room and suddenly the moment is over. They step back from one another and he clears his throat awkwardly.

“I interrupted something, didn’t i?” Always the perceptive one.

He tries to make light of it all, “I was just telling Clarke about the benefits of sunscreen.”

Just like that, the moments over. Things go back to normal, he and Clarke continue the charade and he can’t help but wonder what happens when it’s all over.

*

By the end of the trip, Abby Griffin seems to be very pleased with the way her daughter has turned out, even asking that she paint something for her office at work. Clarke nearly bursts into tears. He’s happy to see that their relationship is on the mend, even if it’s partially based on a lie. It’s not that Clarke isn’t successful, just that she’s not that successful. She’s not living the dream like she hoped and she isn’t in some perfect relationship. He should be bothered by it, but he does get it.

He remembers how upset Abby was to find out her daughter was pursuing art. That was toward the beginning of their friendship and he’s seen their relationship go back and forth since. He’s glad to help, but he’s starting to wonder at what cost. How long can he continue to just be friends with her? He has to tell her.

When they go back into the apartment after seeing Abby off, things are quiet. She’s wanders idly about the living room, running a hand over the picture frames she brought with her. Now or never, he thinks.

“So…” He leads with, and it’s not the best thing he could say but he’s kind of at a loss.

It seems to work, though, because suddenly she’s wringing her hands in front of her and word vomiting all over the place..

“I’m sorry I kissed you, I just got really caught up playing house and it’s been nice and, I don’t know, I thought you were my boyfriend for a second.”

She looks so small and innocent now. Guilty, even. Which hurts because he doesn’t want her to be sorry about it.

He decides now is the moment. It was bound to happen, hell, it’s been building for a long time.

“I’m not sorry,” he says simply and moves towards her, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

She releases a long breath, like she’s been holding it in this entire time, “Really?”

He laughs and reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m so in love with you, Clarke. I have been for a long time.”

It feel cathartic to finally say it. Even if she doesn’t feel the same, he’s just happy to have it out there. He didn’t realize how heavy it’s been, but he feels lighter now.

When she laughs, he worries for a second that maybe it was a mistake and he’s ruined their entire friendship. But then she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him, really kisses him like her life depends on it.

When she pulls back, lips swollen from the activity she brushes a thumb across his cheek, “I love you, too, by the way.”

*

A month later she moves in with him for real this time. Half her belongings were already there, anyways.

The Other Boy

Summary: Jughead is now homeless thanks to his rotten day (this episode made me feel the feels guys) but Betty is here to save the day.

Notes: This is a terrible attempt at Fluff guys sorrySTORY:

It is raining, a big storm. The first storm since Jason Blossom’s death. It puts the whole town on edge, there is a murderer on the loose and sheriff Keller just got robbed.

A loud knock rings out through my empty house. My parents are out at the office. I’m used to it. Slowly closing my laptop I get up and slouch down stairs. The storm outside has gotten worse. I pull the door open slowly and only a little bit to see a tall boy soaked through to the bone, his beanie clinging to the dark hair plastered to his face. He has a large backpack hanging off one shoulder.

“Jughead?” I ask, surprise evident in my tone.

“Who else?” He smirks, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “As much as I’d like to continue this conversation outside in the rain, it’s kinda cold.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” I move aside and let him in.

He enters my house, dumping his bag on the floor and immediately going to my kitchen. I follow him into my kitchen and chuckle to find the boy already beginning to make waffles.

We used to do this all the time as kids, he’d come to keep me company when my parents were at work. He’d make us waffles and we’d watch movies until I fell asleep. But he hasn’t been round in a while hence why I was surprised to see him at my door.

“What are you laughing at?” He asks balancing a crazy amount of ingredients and utensils in his arms.

“Just you Jughead.” I smile but it quickly drops to a frown.

“Hey, what’s up?” The tall boy asks as he places the ingredients down on the counter noticing my frown.

“Nothing.” I try but all I get is a skeptical raised eyebrow. “I mean… It’s just I’ve… We haven’t done this in a while and I missed it- this. You. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” He whispers pulling me into a hug.

“So,” I say after the hug ends. “I heard they closed the Drive In. I’m sorry Juggie I know you were staying there. Hey if you need a place to stay…” I trail off at his sad expression.

“It’s okay. Um, my dad didn’t offer me a place to stay and I’m not on good terms with Archie, I was just gonna camp out in the park…” His voice is quiet and soft and it’s on the verge of sounding broken and vulnerable.

“Hey no. No way Jughead Jones the Third is living in the park. If my mother saw you she’d probably find a way to kick you out of school. You’ll stay here. No ifs buts or maybes.” I grin at him hoping this will cheer him up.

“If you’re sure…” He seems unsure because of my stuck up mother so I grab his hand and pull him out of my kitchen.

I pull him into the hall and grab his bag then pull him up the stairs. Pushing Jughead into my bedroom and onto my bed I catch him muttering:

“Wow, I’ve never been forcefully pushed on a bed before though I imagined it would be under different circumstances.”

I struggle to hide my laugh and try to busy myself by sorting through his bag. I begin to tidy his clothes away while he snuggles into my bed.

“Hey, Jug you’re still soaked buddy.” I laugh as he groans.

“Come on.” I pull him up. “You’ll catch a cold.” I am about to turn to leave when be pulls his shirt off.

I’ve seen the tall boy shirtless before but only when we were younger.

Man this boy’s clothes hide a lot. He is er… Well he’s very attractive. I feel myself turning very red. I quickly turn away.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me Jug.” I call as I leave the room awkwardly.

He mutters something in reply that I don’t catch as I leave the room.

I hop down the stairs two are a time and head into the kitchen to continue making the waffles. Jughead joins me about five minutes later (once my blush had gone down, luckily) no longer wearing his jeans and denim jacket but instead wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. His signature beanie is still on his head.

“Sup, Jugs?” I grin.

“Sup, Betts?” He grins back as he grabs a plate of waffles.

“Y'know, your hair will dry a lot quicker without the hat.”

“What? If I take my hat off I risk you finding my bald spot.” He fake gasps.

“Ha. Ha.” I reply dryly.

I reach up while he is distracted eating waffles and pull his beanie off his head.

“Hey!” He cries and I run away with his hat.

For one sweet moment it was as if we were children again. I always used to steal his hat when we were little. I run upstairs with his hat and he’s hot on my tail. I dive into my room, but I trip on the way falling on my floor, landing on my butt. Jughead follows me into my room, he also trips but luckily I’m there to break his fall. He gracefully (not) lands on my stomach.

“Oof.” He’s quite heavy what with all the those waffles.

“Ouch.” He chuckles, he’s still on my stomach.

“Oh yeah like you can say ouch, you haven’t got a 6ft boy sat on your stomach Juggie.” I complain.

“Are you calling me fat?!” He asks sarcastically, wriggling around as if to prove his point.

“Jug!” I cry. “Stop! Juggie!” I laugh because he has started tickling my very ticklish stomach.

“I can’t hear you!” He laughs, his beanie lies forgotten beside us. All the awkwardness I was feeling earlier dissolves into the air.

I manage to push him off of me and he rolls onto the floor next to me. We are both lying on our backs very close to eachother laughing our heads off. We laugh for a good few minutes until the raven haired boy’s laughter stops. I stop laughing and turn my head to see him already staring at me.

“Thanks.” He’s says seriously.

“For what?” I ask.

“For distracting me from my shitty day Betts. For letting me stay here even though your mother will kill you if she finds out. For making me laugh.” He mumbles.

“Oh Juggie I’m sorry your day has been shitty.” He laughs when I swear. “And as for my mum she’s always at work right now- she’s barely home.” He looks slightly relieved by this. “And I’m always here to make you laugh Jugs.” I grin at the boy next to me.

He smiles at me and for a second I get caught up in how beautiful he looks-not hot or handsome but beautiful. I can feel myself leaning closer to him and I’m sure he is leaning in too. I quickly pull away before things get awkward and I end up ruining this friendship. He pulls away too and coughs awkwardly.

“Err boy am I tired.” I laugh nervously. “Bed?” I ask as we both stand up.

“Err… Yeah sure. Where should I sleep?” he asks scratching the back of his neck adorably.

“Oh, er, I don’t have a spare bed. And I can’t let you take the sofa incase my parents come back. So would you be alright sharing my bed?” I ask feeling nervous for some reason.

“I can just sleep on the floor. I don’t want to be an inconvenience and I’m used to sleeping on the floor.” He says and the way he says it so nonchalantly breaks my heart.

“Nope.” I reply. “I care about you Jughead and I’m not letting you sleep on the floor you’ll sleep in my bed with me, if I’m not too repulsive.” I add as a joke at the end.

“You’re not repulsive Betts, you’re sweet and kind and apparently too stubborn to let your friend sleep on the floor.” He jokes back.

“I am all of those things, now come on let’s go to bed.” I smile at him and he smiles back. Luckily I am already in pyjamas which spares us the awkwardness of getting changed.

I climb into bed an wait for Jughead to follow. He looms awkwardly for a second before joining me. We both lie there awkwardly for a few minutes until I start to drift off. I roll over before I fall asleep and I feel the taller boy shift away but I’m too sleepy to properly notice.

***

We wake up to my alarm. It’s a Saturday but mother checks on me every morning at eight so I like to be awake half an hour earlier. This just happens to work in our favour today because it means I can hide Jughead before my mother finds him.

When we wake up I find myself pressed against Jughead’s chest with his arms wrapped around me. It’s a shame we have to get up because I could happily spend all morning cuddling with Jughead. The alarm doesn’t appear to wake the tall boy. I lean up and try to escape his arms. I shake him awake gently until he groans and brings his arm up to rub at his eyes.

“Betty?” He asks, his voice gorgeously laced with sleep. I pull myself away from his warm body and stretch.

“Sorry to wake you Juggie but my mom will be in to check on me soon before she goes to work.” I explain.

“Okay.” He grumbles slowly sitting up and yawning. He slowly stands up and stretches.

“Where should I hide?” He asks, his voice still deep with sleep.

“Err my closet should be a good hiding place. I’m sorry you have to hide.” “Its okay.” He says. We hear footsteps coming towards my door.

“Quick!” I say pushing him into my closet just as my mom, Alice Cooper enters.

“Oh, you’re awake.” She says dryly.

“Yes I am.” She begins her daily routine of nosing around my room. Once she’s done looking around and she heads back to the door and I think I’m in the clear. She turns around and looks at me. Her eyes drift around my room until she catches something.

“Betty, what is that?” She spits out pointing at none other than Jughead’s jacket on my chair.

“Mom, you know it was raining last night- with the storm. And you know Jughead is my friend. He leant me his jacket so I wouldn’t get wet on the walk home.” I explain.

“Betty, you knows I don’t approve of you being friends with this boy. He’s dark and mysterious and gloomy. He’s going to ruin your entire image.” She complains.

“Mom! Jughead is the sweetest, kindest boy in this whole town and it doesn’t matter what he looks like! I’m sick of you telling me who I’m not allowed to have as my friends. I like Jughead so you’re just going to have to deal with him being my friend.” I snap at her.

“Well don’t come crying to me when he breaks you. And I don’t think you should trust anyone with a name like Jughead.” She mumbles loud enough for me to hear. “Oh and your father and I will be at work all day again.” She snaps and with that she leaves, slamming the door behind her.

I wait a few minutes until I hear the front door slam and her car start. I go to the closet and let Jughead out.

“Sorry you had to hide.” I say with a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay.” He smiles back. “So what’s the plan?” He asks.

“Well I’m still quite tired, wanna go back to bed for a bit?” I ask nervously biting my lip. “

Yeah, I approve of this plan.” He chuckles and we climb back in to bed.

This time instead of the awkwardness of lying awkwardly, we go straight to cuddling eachother. Jughead pulls me in close and wraps his arms around me.

“This isn’t weird is it?” He whispers. “I feel like people might think it’s weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird so I won’t tell if you don’t.” I whisper back.

“Cool.” He replies. We quickly fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

***

We don’t wake up cuddling. We wake up a few hours later spooning, he’s the big spoon and he’s holding me protectively. I sit up slowly and accidentally wake up the taller boy up too.

“Morning.” He smiles.

“Morning!” I smile back.

He stretches and gets up before going to have a shower. I sit reading in my bed until he comes back. What I was not expecting was for him to come back in wearing nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. I flush bright red and try to distract myself by reading but his treasure trail is too distracting.

“The bathroom’s all yours Betts.” He mutters. I stand up to go and use the bathroom but I make the mistake of trying to walk past him while looking down. I trip and just like a cliché I fall straight into his arms. Our faces are so close and without thinking I can feel myself leaning closer. He is leaning closer too.

“Betts.” He whispers staring into my eyes. “I think I’m going to kiss you.”

“Juggie.” I whisper back. “I think I want you to kiss me.”

He smiles and I lean in to kiss the smile off his lips. The kiss is slow and sweet. My hands tangle in Jughead’s black hair and his go to my waist. The kiss doesn’t last too long as we’re both a bit uncertain. We brake apart but remain in eachother’s arms.

“That was…” Jughead starts. “Betty.” He continues in a serious tone. “I thought you were still in love with Archie?”

“Well, to be honest Jugs, I think I just confused my feelings for Archie. You see I thought I was in love with him but another boy made me realise I love Archie but I’m not in love with him.” I explain.

“Oh.” He replies. “Wait, who’s the other boy?” He asks.

“Juggie, I’m stood in my pyjamas in your arms while you are wearing nothing but a towel. And we just kissed in my bedroom which I am letting you live in despite my crazy mother.” I explain to the clueless boy in front of me. “Who do you think the boy is?”

“It depends, is he devilishly handsome and the funniest guy you’ve ever met?” He asks jokingly.

“Yes and yes.” I seriously reply.

“Oh damn then he’s not me.” He chuckles sadly.

“Of course he’s you Juggie! Who else would I possibly fall for?”

“Tall, athletic boys.” He mumbles.

“I only have eyes for tall, dorky, sweet boys whose clothes actually hide a lot.” I chuckle.

“Oh.” He mutters.

“I like you Juggie. I think I’ve liked you for years it just took me a while to work out my feelings.”

“Oh.” He says again but then what I’m saying sinks in. “Oh, so uh, can I kiss you again?” He asks looking adorably nervous.

“Of course you can Jugs.” I smile and lean in to kiss him again.

As we kiss we forget about Jason Blossom’s murder. We forget that Jughead is technically homeless. We forget about Archie and Veronica and everyone else and all our worries and just think about what’s happening in the moment. We are happy together and right now that’s all that matters

Originally posted by juptern

Limerence - Chapter VI

Limerence Masterlist

Characters: Sehun, Suho, and OC (Ursula)

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking.

Word Count: 4.0k

Note: This chapter will switch POVs a few times, so fair warning about that.

Limerence:  The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

-Sehun’s POV-

After I said my goodbyes to Ursula, I went back across the street to take a shower and waited for her bedroom light to go off, signaling that she had gone to sleep. I went back across the street and to the back door of her house. While she wasn’t paying attention earlier, I took her keys so I could get back in the house after she went to sleep. I unlocked the door and carefully shut it behind me, locking it back. I put her keys back in her purse and made my way upstairs.

I entered her room and found her fast asleep on her bed. I kicked my shoes off, took my shirt off, and laid in bed next to her. She was a heavy sleeper, so she didn’t even move when I laid down beside her. I snuggled into her bed sheets, kissed her forehead, and went to sleep. I could really get used to this.

‘Do you see what happens when you protect her? You protected her and you got to kiss her and you’re able to sleep next to her tonight. Keep this up and your relationship will go farther.’

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Exposure Therapy

Sorry for the radio silence that lasted ages you guys. I am alive and I return with fic! Bluepulse fic! I’ve been itching to write them since I started reading the first Blue Beetle run with Jaime and the Impulse comics. This is my take on what would’ve happened if Bart got shot in the knee in the show like he was in the comics.

AO3

Bluepulse

Rating: T

Summary: 

“Last week, you freaked out because of me. You were sitting close by watching us train, and when the armor formed the canon, you flipped.”

Though flipped might not have been the right word. Flipped would’ve meant flailing and screaming. Bart sort of did the opposite. At first at least. And it’s amazing how it got the same reaction or possibly worse out of Jaime. He felt the same immediate stab of fear when Cassie had flown over from when she was dodging projectiles from Tigress and asked “Bart, what’s wrong?” that he would’ve felt if Bart had fallen off the bench he was sitting on and screamed at the top of his lungs. He felt the same, bone deep rush of cold dread when he looked over to see Bart staring straight ahead, pale as a sheet and trembling slightly.

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first time for everything

genre: disgusting parent!phan fluff

warnings: None

words: 4k

summary: When you’re new parents, every single thing your kid does is iconic and amazing. Dan and Phil’s experience with their child is the same thing.

a/n: thanks to my bud Nikki for the idea! it was supposed to be a drabble but then it escalated. I should be studying for Science. 

also this is a shameless plug for you all to go listen to Rockabye Baby aka the best thing that has ever happened to me. Phil actually liked the Knights of Cydonia version of them, it’s on his youtube likes. The More You Know.

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I Want Crazy

Prompt: Rucas One-Shot Inspired by Hunter Hayes “I Want Crazy” [x]
A/N: I couldnt get through my Couples Retreat slump so I decided to write something else to help get my brain moving. Thanks for being patient. :) Hope this is okay!
Word Count: 2,425

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The day Riley got accepted into NYU and Lucas got accepted into UT Austin was the day everyone presumed their relationship was doomed. They had been together since the beginning of freshmen year and had yet to experience any kind of break up or falling out. So when news broke that they were going to two separate schools in two different states their friends and family naturally assumed their four year relationship had run its course.

Even their best friends said they were insane for trying to make it work. But Riley and Lucas have never been known to follow in others footsteps. Their relationship is unique, and special just like the two of them. Of course no one else would understand why they’d remain together but to them there was no question. They were in love and it didn’t matter how crazy it seemed to anyone else, to them it made sense.

Lucas loaded his new truck up with all his luggage and belongings. His parents bought him it as a graduation gift and even though they offered to drive it down there for him he insisted on making the trip. He wanted to skip the plane ride and “be one with the road.” Or so he called it.

Riley stood by idly on the sidewalk watching her boyfriend haul his things. She was sad that he was leaving New York but she knew it wasn’t goodbye. They’d see each other again and that in and of itself was enough to keep her from crying.

“I think I’m forgetting something.” Lucas says scratching his head.

Riley furrows her brows and looks around, trying to see if he dropped anything.

“Oh yeah!” He laughs, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Can’t forget the most important thing.”

Their friends look on and laugh while simultaneously rolling their eyes at the couple.

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living with bunkook

this was a request!! for my love! i spend so long on these and i feel like they aren’t evem long ah

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • this was requested by my small bean child
  • living with jeongguk would be a total riot
  • he’s young, boy probably wouldn’t be able to live on his own
  • he would like burn the house down
  • seokjin cries when jeongguk says he wants to get his own place
  • he claims “my baby is leaving me! now I’m stuck with all these psychos!”
  • and by psychos he means yoongi and namjoon who he shares a place with (and jeongguk before he rolls out)
  • but the truth of the matter is he’s genuinely scared that jeongguk won’t be able to handle himself
  • boy doesn’t know how to do laundry or cook or pay bills
  • but jeongguk wants to be independent and free
  • and he wants to move you in with him and he was not about to share you with three other guys, even if they are some of his best friends
  • yoongi is the one who realizes that jeongguk wants to move out so you can move in
  • and he kinda smirks and he’s like “oh jeonggukie~”
  • and jeongguk pales and he’s like great now I have to have the talk from yoongi this is gonna be even worse than hobi’s attempt at a talk great
  • and yoongi just pats the couch and he’s smiling and jeongguk is like great I’m gonna have nightmares after this one
  • but yoongi ruffles his hair and his voice is so soft and he’s “I can’t believe you’re really growing up. I’ll take you two house hunting if you want, furniture shopping too, whatever you guys need I’m here to help”
  • and jeongguk is so touched he just kinda smiles??
  • and he decks yoongi in a hug and it’s so heart warming oops
  • but he has to ask you to move in though
  • he’s actually really worried you’ll say no
  • he’s usually so confident and sure of himself but you’re both young and inexperienced in these type things he doesn’t want to make any mistakes, not when it comes to you
  • and yoongi organizes a lil class for him with the help of hoseok and jin and namjoon and its all about how to live on your own and yoongi has a power point and he gets so into it cause he wants the best for jeongguk
  • so once jeongguk understands the basics he decides he better hurry up and ask you
  • he doesn’t want it to be a big ordeal, he doesn’t wanna stress you out so he tries to keep it simple
  • actually he kinda just lets it slip that he’s been looking at houses for the two of you
  • you two are out ice skating of all things
  • you’re holding hands and he’s keeping you from falling and both your noses are red and you’re giggling all cute
  • and he kinda “I can’t wait to get our house so we can just go home and snuggle with hot chocolate, all by ourselves you know?”
  • and you freeze and he keeps skating so he ends up losing his balance and landing on his butt
  • and you don’t know whether to laugh at him or ask about his lil confessional thing and you kinda just skate over and you help him up
  • and shy bunny mode has been activated!!
  • and you pull him up and he immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck cause he can’t believe he said that so casually??
  • and you laugh and play with his hair
  • “were you going to tell me we’re moving in together?”
  • and he looks up at you and his eyes are wide and he had the cutest smile on his lips “you want to move in with me?”
  • and you kiss his nose “why wouldn’t I baby?”
  • and he was so worried about how you would react but you were so chill with it and he knows that’s one of the many reasons he loves you
  • and he’s surprised you’re taking it so calmly but you guys leave the rink and as soon as it’s just the two of you, you squeal and hug him so tightly and you’re laughing and he’s beaming and it’s such a touching moment  
  • and he probably scares the hell out of everyone //on accident// cause he takes a pic of you two and you’re kissing his cheek and he’s smiling at the camera and he tags it “she said yes!”
  • so everyone thinks you two are getting married
  • and within seconds his parents and jin and their manager are calling and he’s so confused?
  • and he realizes oh wait a second
  • and he has to explain no he’s not married, the love of his life is moving in with him which is like the second best thing
  • yoongi takes you two house hunting right away
  • and jeongguk is kinda unsure of what even to look for and he’s like “well here’s a yard for our dogs…”
  • and yoongi is all “um hey dipshit the ceiling is falling apart”
  • okay but you two finally decide on a cute apartment
  • it’s in an area where a lot of young families are settling down right?
  • and so the other apartment residents are like young couples close to your age or newlyweds or new parents to be
  • it’s a really family friendly area and it’s so sweet
  • it’s kinda tiny
  • it’s one bedroom, two and a half bathrooms plus the kitchen and a very tiny living room area
  • jeongguk seriously could care less though
  • it gives him an excuse to keep you right snuggled up to him every night
  • you guys decorate it with art he’s done or other modern art
  • he actually likes to try and make art with you to hang up
  • like babe here’s an idea we throw paint at this canvas and see how it ends up looking
  • it’s really trendy and you two put a lot of time to give it that modern New Yorker feel
  • but you buy everything from ikea and spend at least seventeen years trying to assemble it all correctly and figuring out where that extra screw goes…
  • okay okay for cute things now right?
  • you two take your puppy on a walk every single night ideally around seven when the sun sets late and five when it’s closer to winter and all
  • the puppy sleeps between you two every single night and at first jeongguk is all !! but then he gets upset because I want to cuddle my lover thx
  • one day he comes home and you have dressed the dog up? and he kinda what am I dating
  • you two wake up every morning at the same time to the same alarm and it’s usually a radio alarm and it’s playing like silver spoon or something like that?? it’s always one of their songs
  • and he rolls over and he smiles as you groggily try to open your eyes
  • and he brushes the hair from your face and kisses your nose softly then kisses your forehead, then kisses both your cheeks in the same order every single morning
  • he then goes as he pulls you up so gently
  • also hey we gotta
  • he sleeps in boxer pajama shorts and he won’t come to bed unless you’re wearing one of his shirts
  • and they’re baggy and loose and jeongguk loses it every time he sees you wearing them
  • this boy hogs blankets okay he leaves you none, zero, you usually freeze
  • but okay you guys do morning routines together too!!
  • like you stand side by side and wash your faces together, and then you wash your faces, and then you do your makeup while he shaves (if he even needs to lmao), then you guys brush your hair and it’s off to change!!
  • whenever you shower he makes sure you lock the door because baby bun doesn’t want to die by accidentally walking in on you
  • but he needs to make sure you’re safe
  • so if he doesn’t need to do anything else he sits outside the door and keeps his ear against the wall so he can hear you sing
  • but he scrambles away as soon as he hears the water turn off
  • you don’t even try to cook together
  • breakfast is usually eggo waffles or like trix cereal?? he’ll make you coffee or tea or whatever you prefer but you’re not getting him to cook oh no
  • lunch is like those bagel bites? the pizza ones and he thinks he’s so amazing like he didn’t catch them on fire this time you go jeongguk
  • jin will come over with food at least once a week he kinda “okay this is the last time”
  • but he’s back
  • every single time he’s back
  • yoongi comes over quite a bit to make sure everything is going okay
  • “jeongguk is the water still working?”
  • “wow hyung you sound like my mom”
  • “take it back before I show your little friend here that viDEO FROM BEHIND THE ST-”
  • and jeongguk just covers your ears and kisses your nose like plz don’t mind hIM
  • there’s not a lot of other visitations though? like usually if the boys wanna hang out you go over to your place
  • jeongguk is very private about the apartment which surprises you like he doesn’t post anything about it or mention it over the initial moving in announcement
  • anime night with your boy jeon jeongguk
  • he has this like calendar you keep on the fridge and he plans out how you two will manage to watch an entire show a month
  • he picks the worst amines like in an unironic way probably
  • he also buys like seven million snacks right popcorn and Cheetos and Popsicles and cheez it’s too like boy stocks up
  • and he probably has anime plushies too and he brings them all on the couch to snuggle
  • y'all have bean bags btw
  • like the nineties style bean bags that you usually end chilling on all day every day
  • you guys never go to bed early
  • but if you ever fall asleep first he picks up princess style and carries you to your room and tucks you in and kisses your head and pulls the blankets over you before crawling in next to you
  • he has so many video games and if you’re not playing with him, he still keeps you at his side to be his cheerleader
  • boy gets so into his video games right
  • he like cheers and groans and threatens to throw his controller at the tv screen
  • he helps with the chores
  • he’s not very good but he helps
  • like one day you’re cleaning the bathroom and you hear a horrified scream and you hurry over to the laundry room area and jeongguk is curled up on the floor and he’s holding something to his chest
  • it’s one of his like seventy two white tees and it’s dyed pink and lying to his left is your favorite pair of red undies and you just kinda tsk and roll your eyes at him
  • he’s not very good at keeping things tidy and organized
  • he leaves wrappers on the ground when he’s busy trying to beat that new fire emblem game and he has a habit of kicking off sheets when he sleeps and everything??
  • and he always apologizes and he gets worried you’re gonna move out cause he’s kinda a low key slob but you laugh and kiss him and tell him you would never ever dream of it
  • he is really rude sometimes and he likes to take pics of you sleeping to put into his group chat with the boys
  • will also send these said pictures to his family??
  • boy has no chill
  • like he dedicates your living room to be his new dance studio which you never agreed on
  • but the view is nice so you don’t mind
  • whenever he has practice late he gets carry out and he comes home and tell you to dress up
  • and he pulls out red solo cups and dixie plates and lights a yankee candle that smells like fresh cotton or something and he just raises his eyebrows excessively like wow aren’t i romantic
  • he is such a cutie and living with him would be a lot of fun and you guys would always be smiling and laughing!!

so me and kcvnsky were talking abt dream pack blue and i kind of got carried away w blue and proko being bffs ((half of these are his and for the rest u can still blame him bc he didnt stop me)) also this got rly long just letting u know in advance (also also this would not be possible w out kiohne‘s headcanons starting this all)

  • ok so proko and blue drawing w markers on kavinsky’s face when he falls asleep
  • they try to make jiang a cake for his birthday and its a total fail and they almost burn the house down
  • proko and blue making hearts w their hands around swan and skov
  • more on this: they would def make fun of the two of them constantly when they act all domestic and shit
  • if they see any kind of affection between the two of them blue and proko would exaggerate it and make rly obnoxious kissy noises or if swan and skov hold hands, blue and proko would hold hands and skip and swing their arms around them oh man
  • OK SO one night they are listening to weird music in the car and they do this little head bop and they are blasting the music rly loud and they just sit there for hours dancing in the car and swan is yelling at them but they cant hear him
  • when they come inside swan is like “blue the sad part is ur completely sober i can understand if u were drunk like proko over here but ur NOT” and they continue to bop their head as they walk through the house
  • plAtoNIC kIssiNG ((but lbr they have all made out w each other at least once))
  • man oh man do i love this idea 
  • do u want to hear a little story i think u do ok SO 
  • blue notices proko’s lingering stares towards k and tentively asks him abt it one day and at first hes like “no wtf” but then he opens up to her and shes the first person hes talked to abt this and he also listens to her whenever she needs to rant or just talk 
  • so anyway back to my story: proko staring at k one afternoon while he’s on his phone and he gets a text and immediately gets up to leave and proko curling his fist and staring at the floor and clenching his jaw bc he knows who k is texting and is gonna go meet and blue notices and goes over and tries to distract him and he appreciate the effort but nothing will ease the ache in his heart and the pit in his stomach so she pulls him away and they drive up in the mountains and they’re sitting on the hood of the car and proko has a bottle of vodka in his hand and he goes from anger to sadness to desperation back to anger and then finally to acceptance that k will never love him back he will never be someone’s first choice and blue says “hey u will always be my first choice” and he looks down at her and kissed her temple and says “I know little one” and she looks up and full on kisses him on the mouth and she doesn’t mind that she’s not the person on his mind bc that’s not what this is anyway
  • and blue drives proko back to the house bc hes took drunk to even walk straight and bc of that reason she has to help him in the house and blue puts him in his bed and he mumbles from under the covers “pls don’t leave” so blue ends up putting on a pair of prokos sweatpants and one of his t shirts and crawls into bed w him and puts her arm around his waist and they fall asleep like that and in the morning proko is like “I know I got sad abt k and don’t take this the wrong way but ur not rly my type and if we did anything or if u got the wrong idea-” and blue smacks him w a pillow and says “nothing happened dumbass u didn’t want to sleep alone. besides u would be lucky to get a piece of this ass” and proko laughs and he feels a little better and they go downstairs and blue eats yogurt while sitting on the counter and proko is trying, key word trying, to make pancakes and I’m gonna stop right there
  • ALSO ok so whenever the six of them are hangin out/theres a party, for a lot of that time they are always together like its always either proko draped over blue in the chair or blue lounging in prokos lap and theyre ALWAYS absent-mindedly touching like proko running his fingers through her hair or blue tapping her foot against prokos legs and theres nothing romantic they’re just best buds kill me now pls
  • THEY BET ON EVERYTHING! THEY BET ON EVERY SINGLE THING and its not even w money its like “i’ll bet u ur left shoe that i can make k mad before u do” and thats why proko had to walk around w only one shoe all day bc blue can get under k’s skin like no other
  • one day blue comes over and is exhausted helping her mom so she goes up to prokos room and she has her head in his lap and shes talking to proko abt how maybe she doesnt want to be used all the time what if she didnt want to help amplify her moms psychic abilities has anyone ever considered that and proko is stroking her hair and she falls asleep so proko carries her to his car bc as much as he hates to admit it, she cant constantly be over their house so he takes her home and he doesnt wake her up he just carries her inside ((these boys have come and go throughout that house they ladies that live there arent even fazed)) and he goes upstairs and lays her on her bed and tucks her in and everything and he gives her a cute lil forhead kiss goodnight 
  • prokopenko and blue holding hands platonically everywhere and taking 3000 selfies and they’re the kind that take pics of everything and everyone and blue is the one that prints them and puts them on the fridge they don’t use for anything else than milk and ice cream 
  • one whole wall of prokos room is full of the pictures him and blue took. there’s some of them together and separately (blues favorite on the wall is one of proko laughing w his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back) (prokos fav is of blue flipping off swan and jiang who are in the background) and there’s a bunch of the pack all together and of each of their cars and blue and proko make it a point to take a picture of each party they have and there’s some of jiang and declan together and some of k and ronan ((but most of the pictures involving ronan have him flipping off the camera or scowling at them)) and there’s some of swan and skov being all gross and domestic and there’s even some of dick gansey and his crew ((quite a few of that one adam guy bc hot damn)) theres some of the sunset from their favorite spot in the mountains
  • when proko is gone blue can’t step inside his room bc she cant bear to look at their wall of memories together
Confidential

Originally posted by btsleepy

Warnings: Sorry mom, but Hoseok is calling me. If I don’t come he’ll punish me.


I tip toe down from upstairs, trying to control the weight I put on the stairs so that it won’t spill out my secrets. On the other hand, my heart is beating so loud, as if there is a speaker attached to it and enhances the volume. My eyes look around to make sure I’m safe. Strangely, this is my own house and I’m just as aware as a thief stealing when everyone is asleep. At least I feel as guilty as a thief. My footsteps are careful on the icy surface of the stairs. One slip and I’m dead, or even worst than that.

“Y/N, where are you going?” My mom’s voice hits my eardrum from the kitchen. She stands at the entrance where the kitchen meets the living room. She has a dish in her hand and a towel in another. Her gaze locks on me, rushes me to give her an explanation. My brain quickly process a lie. A sweet lie that is convincing to get me out of the house and back without any trouble. Making up an excuse isn’t hard, it’s the persuasion that makes a difference.

“I’m going to Sam’s house to study. Can I sleep over there too?” The sweat irritates the palms of my hands. Something blocks my throat. It can be something fearful, worrisome or regretful. It suffocates me, sucks out the oxygen in my lungs. My heart skips a beat, and time seems to stop for a while.

“Okay but remember to be back home at 9 tomorrow morning.” She goes back to her dishes and turns her back to me. As soon as the door closes behind my back, a rush of adrenaline exerts out of me. Water condenses in front of my face as my breathe out. My heart is still all over the place, despite all of my effort to calm it down. In front of my eyes lies a black four wheeler. It stands out in the white snow. I approach it carefully and open the door.

Hoseok has one of his hand on the steering wheel, the other arm is places on the window. He wears a plain black long sleeved T-shirt with half of his arm rolled up in that typical manly and sexy style. And there is no way I can deny how attractive he is at the moment. “Hop in, let’s go.” He exchanges a quick look with me, then his eyes return to the road. I settle myself inside. As I’m fastening my seat belt, a bright pink bag sitting on the back seat catches my attention. He drives off and my eyes leave the bag.

We arrived at his apartment. Whenever I visit this place, I always put my admiration on repeat. It is one of those luxurious apartment that I see on commercials, with wide screen TV, king size bed and expensive paintings for decorations. His cologne sticks to the atmosphere as a mark of his territory. But there is always a strange chill in every corner. I’ve never detected a warm or cozy feeling in here, even when he turns on the heater. But it has never been a problem to me. It’s simply just something I can sense and something I wonder for an answer.

“Y/N, are you ready?” Hoseok keeps a distance between our bodies. He doesn’t pull me closer or whisper in my ears. His type of seduction isn’t the type to be obvious. Just when it seems to be almost invisible, the emotions it brings create uncontrollable vibrations throughout my nervous system. Still, putting words into an indescribable thing is challenging. I nod as an answer, an unsure one to be exact. He passes through me, brushes his shoulder on mine as he walks towards his chamber. I turn my heels to follow him, not forgetting to keep a safe distance between us.

There’s a reason why I’ve never addressed this place as his bedroom. Besides having a bed and a closet like other stereotypical bedrooms, it is decorated by toys and tools that can satisfy his strange hobby. I’m familiar with all of them. One by one they all have been associated with me in his wicked games. Some have been inserted inside me, others have been used to tie my up. He once said they spread the wooden scent that my body carries, even though I’ve never noticed that.

“Come here.” Hoseok sits on the edge of the bed and taps on his lap, inviting me to join him. I settle myself so that my legs are on one side of his thighs and my arms throw around his neck. He unbuttons my shirt and undresses me from my bra. I never have to do the stripping since he enjoys brushing his hands on tiny bits of my cold skin and vice versa. Then he does something unusual - slipping his hand under my skirt. I startle and a small squeak escape from my mouth. My arms squeeze tightly around him while my lower body curls into a cotton ball. “We haven’t even started and Piggy’s panties are so wet already? That’s not good.” For a moment, I almost forgot my identity behind this chamber’s door - Piggy, such a cute nickname that my daddy gave to me. But daddy doesn’t look very happy when he checked my panties…

I snuggle my face into daddy’s neck. The warmth of his body temperature eases my mind. He yanks my underwear off but still leaving my short skirt on. The panties were beginning to irritate me, and daddy knows that. His head signal towards the top of the bed and I crawl up there. He pulls out from the bright pink bag a pair of cuffs. They are decorated with fur all around and a little bow. I would get extremely happy whenever daddy bought home a new toy for me, so is this time. “I got you something new, Piggy.” He cuffs my hand together and secure them on the top of the bed. Then he pulls out this small black thing with a round shape.

“Piggy, let’s play a game today, shall we?” Daddy gently asks me.

“Yes, daddy.”

“If you don’t cum tonight, I will take you out to buy new toys this weekend. If you do, you’ll get punished.”

His offer reeks of sin. Daddy knows that I have always wanted to choose the toys I want. But before today, I have never had a choice to use my own toys. I whisper Yes, daddy again. And the game officially begins.

Daddy spreads my legs out wide enough until he gets a good view of my throbbing core. He inserts that little black device inside me and he himself has a remote controller. He turns it on. Waves of vibration spreads out from where that device is placed. Orgasm starts filling up my empty body, physically and emotionally. I throw my head back, hitting the wooden pallet that my hands are attached to. My mouth constantly gasps for the dense air. The lower stomach of my body tangles together until it shrinks into its smallest form. But daddy turns it faster. This time, my legs begins to shake. I try to use my hands as an instinct when i come to my sense that they have become useless in the beginning. Daddy looks at me proudly. Not a single drop has dripped from me, even though my wrists start to hurt from struggling and ears just keep hearing dynamite explosions.

Because I’ve been doing so well, daddy decides to increase the speed of the vibration. My moans switch to screams and my eyes are hardly opened. I stomp my legs on the bed but they still tremble without any control. My core feels that absolute climax of self pleasuring, when time just seems to stop and the tension of the hip muscle reaches its limit of endurance. One more drop and the cup will spill and that drop is so close to hitting my body like a tsunami. Suddenly, butterflies fly out of my stomach as I feel the wetness brushing against my thighs.

Smack. The vibrator is pulled out of me and replacing it is the burn on the cheek of my ass. I can still feel my core throbbing at the same frequency as my heartbeat. “What have I told you? So you really want to be punished right?” Daddy looks angry. He starts yelling at me, probably louder than my moan from earlier. I lower my head, scared to look him directly in the eyes. He roughly release me from my cuffs and pulls my hand so that I lie on his lap, ass facing the sky. My skirt is lifted up to reveal my ass. Smack. Another one on the same position. I bite my lips. “You never listen to what I tell you to, don’t you?” Smack. My lips start to bleed as I taste blood inside my mouth. My ass burns more and more under his hand. The pain and the heat, they all become so vivid somehow. I can’t really tell if I take this as a punishment, but my core is dripping little by little whenever he slaps my ass. It wasn’t enjoyable; it was arousal. Smack… Smack… Smack… The thought of my ass bleeding pops up on the top of my head. The pain becomes far more than a person can endure and compress. Somehow, daddy managed to turn it into something I crave for like a child looking at her favorite doll. Tears fall out of my eyes. I’m so sure it’s because of the burning on my ass cheek. But it doesn’t make sense if I’m crying over something enjoyable.

Daddy places me down on the bed and spread my legs out one more time. This time, daddy’s big cock is going inside me. I have been waiting for it for so long, but daddy would never give me his cock if I don’t cum at least one time before. He loves it when my core is lubricated well, so that I can wrap myself tightly around him. He slams his cock into me. Mercy isn’t in daddy’s dictionary. Daddy loves to thrust into me so hard it hurts my pelvis.

“Daddy, please… go harder… please.” I beg him.

“Let me hear how much you want it…” I can see that daddy is having a hard time to pronounce clearly too. I start to moan out loud, without any concern of the neighbors. My hands grab tightly on my hair as daddy thrusts in deeper and faster. And once again, the area between my legs turn into a mess. He cums on my thighs. His seeds feel so hot against my cold skin.

Daddy places me on his lap and wrap myself in his embrace like a little child. I throw my arms around his neck once again and curl into his chest. He rubs my ass where he punished me. I hear his heart beating fast and loudly. The smell of his sweet hallucinates me, not like my mind was clear before.

“Sleep tight, baby girl.” He kisses my forehead.

“Yes, Hoseok.” My voice slowly fades into the air.


For all y’all thirsty people who keep asking me for daddy kink Hoseok smut, hope you’re satisfied *cartwheel into the trashcan*.

The Sound of An Angel

Is there a one shot where Camren is a canon but like camila is deaf and lauren has learnt sign language but camila gets one of those ear devices that allow her to hear for the first time and the first thing lauren says is “I love you” and it’s the first time camila ahs heard her voice and those words and she’s just a ball of emotion? Does that exist? Because it should"

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What werewolves and the sea have in common, chapter 1.

“We’re WHAT?!” Stiles shouted, dropping his bag of lacrosse gear onto the floor with a loud thud. “There’s absolutely no way. Did hell freeze over? Is this a fever dream? Scott, you’re not actually thinking of going through with this, right?” The aforementioned teenage werewolf shrugged, tilting his head to the side while averting his gaze. 

“W-well, I thought it wasn’t a completely bad idea. They did help us with the Jackson-being-a-kanima thing, and maybe we could get a chance to know them better. What could it hurt?” He smiled, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. 

“Me, my status as currently living, and my summer plans of doing fuck-all-nothing! That’s just three things off the top of my head, I’m sure I could come up with more. I can’t even believe that sourwolf would even want to go to the beach, much less act as chaperone to a bunch of preschoolers.” 

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Birthday Girl

Request: Can I please have an imagine where the Reader’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day and the Avengers (including Bucky) have no idea and then Bucky notices and just gives Y/N the best gift ever and that’s Bucky as a beau?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Nothin’ but extreme fluff, maybe like one swear word

A/N: This idea is so freakin cuteeeee. This goes back and forth a lot between the reader and Bucky’s pov. Oopsies

(Y/S/S) = Your sister’s name

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YOUR POV

February 14th. Valentine’s Day. Your birthday.

You threw you blanket off yourself as you got out of bed, putting on a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt before walking into your bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth, before walking out of your room and into the kitchen. No one was up yet, so you thought you’d make a nice breakfast. It was a rare day off, so might as well benefit. You took out everything you needed to make pancakes and did so, cutting up some fresh fruits as well.

“Good morning,” Steve mumbled half asleep, slightly stumbling into the kitchen.

You giggled, “Good morning Steve,”

“Ooh, pancakes, what’s the occasion?” He asked, and you felt slightly disappointed. You never really reminded the Avengers of your birthday, but you had told them all at least once, so you thought maybe someone would write it down.

You shrugged, “Valentine’s Day,” Steve nodded and sat down on one of the stools of the island, watching as you continued making pancakes. In around 10 minutes, everyone was awake and at the dining room, complimenting you on how amazing your pancakes were.

“Geez, Y/N, you should make these every day,” Tony said with his mouth full, making you chuckle.

“Nah, only on special occasions,” You shrugged, getting yourself a glass of orange juice.

“Speaking of special occasions, today is a very special day, isn’t it..” Sam wiggled his eyebrows, looking at you, and your heart sped up slightly, hoping maybe he would remember your birthday, “It’s the day of looooove,” he said in a sing-song voice, making everyone chuckle.

“What’s everyone’s plans for today?” Nat asked, taking her plate along with Bruce’s to the kitchen.

“I’m taking Pepper on a very special dinner, and hopefully that’ll end in the bedroom,” Tony said, causing me to roll my eyes. Of course Tony would share his sex plans with us while we were eating.

“Well, I’m planning on taking Nat for a little picnic this afternoon,” Bruce said, making Nat blush slightly. Ever since Sokovia, they’ve been getting pretty close - romantically. It was adorable.

“Probably get drunk,” Sam said, taking a sip of his coffee as everyone nodded, knowing Sam, this wasn’t a huge surprise.

“I don’t know, maybe go surprise Sharon,” Steve said, smiling lightly. How cute.

“What about you Y/N? Girl like you’s gotta have plans today,” Tony smirked in your direction. He knew you had a very tiny, small, but massively large crush on the one and only Bucky Barnes, who happened to be sitting next to you.

“I don’t know, probably call my mom,” You shrugged, “Watch a movie, eat,” Tony rolled his eyes, “Never really celebrate Valentine’s,” Cause I would normally celebrate my birthday instead. I never really had massive parties or anything, but growing up I would spend my birthdays at home with my family, having barbeques, watching movies and eating junk food. It wasn’t much, but I loved it.

“You’re such a bummer,” Tony leaned back in his chair, “What about you, Barnes?”

Bucky shifted in his seat slightly, “I don’t know, probably nothing” He shrugged and Steve chuckled. Your heart felt kind of heavy knowing that no one had remembered today was your birthday. Sure, that sounded kind of selfish, but you felt kind of unappreciated. Without another word from anyone for a few minutes, you picked up your plate, dropped it in the sink, and walked to your room.

BUCKY’S POV

The rest of breakfast was kinda awkward, no one really saying much. But damn, these pancakes were good. Once I finished, I went to place my plate in the sink and do the dishes, but the phone rang - cutting me short.

“Hello?” I said once I picked up.

A female voice was on the other side, “Hi, I’m Y/S/S. Is Y/N there?”

I remembered her walking off a couple minutes ago, “Yeah, I’ll go get her, can you hold on?”

“Yes, of course,”

I put the phone down and walked towards Y/N’s room, silently knocking on her door. Inside, she layed on her bed with a card in her hand, before she shoved it under her bed once she saw me. She was wearing nothing but a large shirt and shorts, and damn, she was gorgeous. Before I got carried away, I was here for a reason.

“Um, someone named Y/S/S is on the phone for you,” I said, and her eyes lit up as she thanked me and walked towards the kitchen.

YOUR POV

“Hey, Y/S/S!” You grinned upon hearing your sister’s voice.

“Y/N! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” She shouted and you felt your smile widen even more.

“Thank you, you’re the best,” You felt everyone’s eyes on you, probably wondering about what y’all were talking about.

“What are you going to do today? You havin’ a party?” She asked, and you could practically see her smirking.

“No, I don’t think anyone remembers,” You tried to be as quiet as possible saying that, thinking no one heard you, but Bucky heard you perfectly clear, and his heart sank.

“Aw, well I’ve sent you a package in the mail, it should get to you in the next couple of days, hopefully you’ll like it, we know how picky you are,” She giggled.

You gasped jokingly, “I am not picky!”

“Yeah, whatever, I gotta go,” She said and you frowned slightly, “Have an amazing day little sister, I love you,”

“I love you two, and thank you once again, bye,” You said with a small smile before hanging up and making your way back into your bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

Once she left the room, I walked over to the table, groaning once I put my hand between my hands, knowing I screwed up.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” Steve said, and I looked up to meet the concerned eyes of all of the Avengers.

“We’re the worst friends in the world,” I said, running a hand through my hair. Y/N was so goddamn special to me - and I forgot what today was.

“What? Why? What did we do wrong?” Tony asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s Y/N’s birthday,” I mumbled, and all the Avengers’ eyes widened.

Shit!” Natasha spoke up, dropping her knife into the sink, “We are literally the worst,”

“So, what are we gonna do?” Steve asked, looking at me. He knew Y/N held a special place in my heart. She saw me as Bucky - not as The Winter Soldier, but as a young guy (who’s technically almost 90) who had his life taken away from him. And god, I wouldn’t be anywhere near okay if it wasn’t for her. She was so important to me, and to think I forgot her birthday, that tore me apart. Steve was the only one who knew I liked her. A lot.

“I can throw a party, invite a couple people,” Tony said. He always found something to throw a party for, but before I can speak everyone had agreed.

YOUR POV

The day was pretty relaxed, you stayed in your room the entire day, binge watching Friends while eating ice cream and chocolate, knowing that this wasn’t good for your ‘superhero figure’ as Tony put it, but whatever.

It was almost 8 o’clock, and you were about to get up to go get yourself some pizza before you heard a knock at your door. You threw your blanket off you and paused your movie, going to open the door - and what you saw made your jaw drop. Bucky stood there in a suit, holding flowers in one hand and a small wrapped up present in the other. Your hand flew over your mouth and your eyes were wide.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” He smiled that drop dead gorgeous smile, and you threw your arms around him. He remembered. 

“Oh my god, Buck, thank you,” You pulled away and smiled at him, soon realizing you were dressed like a homeless monkey and he was dressed so nicely, “Do I need to change?”

Bucky chuckled and nodded, “If you want, there’s a little party going on downstairs,” You smiled and shook your head.

“I thought you guys forgot,” You looked up at him and saw his cheeks turn a little pink.

“Honestly, we did, but when you were on the phone with your sister, something clicked. I’m so sorry, Y/N-”

You cut him off by placing a finger to his lips, “Bucky, it’s okay, I don’t need a big party or anything for you guys to show me that you remembered, honestly it’s completely fine,”

“You wanna just stay up here then?” Bucky smirked, and your felt your heart jump.

“W-what?”

“I mean, if you want, we can stay up here and watch your show? If you want,” He said shyly and you smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, I’d love to,”

“Besides,” Bucky said, placing the flowers on your night table, “Stark kinda went all out and invited people you’ve probably never met. It’s a little crazy down there,” He said and you chuckled, walking back to your bed, pulling Bucky by his hand with you.

“By the way, Barnes,” You said, looking over at him with a small smile, “Love the suit,”

He chuckled, “Eh, you’re definitely the better looking one here,” He said, moving his face closer to yours, making your breath hitch, “Oh, almost forgot, I have a gift,”

“Bucky, you didn’t have to,” You said, giving him a small pout, feeling bad that he got you something.

“No, I know,” He said, handing you the small bag that said Thomas Sabo, “But I wanted to,”

You kissed his cheek before opening the bag and taking out the small box. Inside was a charm, a small snowflake with little diamonds on it. You put your hand over your mouth. You had a bracelet from Thomas Sabo, so you kind of collected charms, but this one was absolutely gorgeous.

“Bucky, it’s beautiful,” You said, looking up at him, and he had the biggest grin on his face. Before you could thank him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in, placing his lips against yours. Your heart exploded, you honestly felt like the most special human being in the world right now. His lips moved against yours and you felt him smile into the kiss, your hands moving up into his hair, tugging slightly as you bit his bottom lip, causing Bucky to let out a small moan. His tongue licked your lip, and you allowed him entrance, his tongue tracing against yours. After a good moment of heated kissing, you both hesitantly pulled away.

“Wow,” You panted, and you heard Bucky breathing heavily too.

“Yeah, wow,” You giggled and kissed his lips once more, before dragging him down to the bed.

“Come watch Friends with me,” You smiled and he chuckled, getting into bed with you.

“Gladly, birthday girl,”

10

I now live in Madagascar.

A Day in the Life of a Peace Corps Trainee

About 4 weeks ago, 42 American strangers met in Philadelphia then spent the next 72 hours sleepily-awake, while traveling across the world to this giant African Island in the Indian Ocean. It has been a crazy and exhilarating whirlwind ever since then.

Right now we are in Pre-Service Training. We will be in Mantasoa, at the Peace Corps Training Center, for three months before we begin our 2 years of service at our relative sites. PST is a fast-paced mumbo-jumble of immersion and trainings, but all of the trainees are still close together, so we can escape to America-land and share jokes and stories with each other. I’d say we are “half-integrating” at the moment. We are slowly easing ourselves into life in a whole other world.

Each Peace Corps Trainee is currently living with a host family in one of two villages near the training center. Our days are filled with Malagasy lessons, general Peace Corps lessons, sessions about our specialties: health or agriculture (mine is health), classes about how to not get diarrhea, and well… lots of rice.

My host family has a spacious white house on a hill overlooking a small lake. They have a few animals: chickens, a cow, and a pregnant pig!

I can’t wait to meet the cute little piglets soon! I am going to try to adopt one, or all of them and save them from becoming dinner one day. It will be my own personal “Charlotte’s Web” Pig Protection Project. (This idea might need some revision).

There is a small store attached to the house and many neighbors stop by throughout the day to stock up on little things they might need like phone credit, beans, bread, or candy.

My host mom is a great cook and a really hard worker. She and my host dad spend everyday caring for their animals and crops, managing the store, and keeping the house in order. I also live with a 14 year old host brother, Jimmy, who is very good at speaking English and tutoring me in Malagasy. I have two more wonderful host siblings, José and Charlene, but they currently live in the capital, Antananarivo, where they are studying at a University.

They are all so kind and extremely helpful at exposing me to the Malagasy way of life.

Here is what almost everyday looks like for me:
At around 4 am, through closed wooden shutters, I can hear roosters cock-a-doodle-dooing about, neighbors singing, and the scraping sounds outside of my host family beginning work for the day.

I groggily look up at the ceiling and my mosquito net, say to myself “hmmm, I’m glad no one expects me to go feed a cow” and I fall asleep for two more hours.

I am later awoken by a soft knock on the door and my host brother’s voice “sakofo” (mealtime). After a sweet breakfast of rice, peanut butter, pancakes, coffee, and bananas, skillfully cooked by my host mom over charcoal, I begin my morning routine.

I head back to my room to collect my plastic purple bucket and towel. I leave the towel in the Ladosy which is an outdoor hut where I will take my shower. I cross past the family’s cow, through high grass that is still dewy from the nightly rain, and open a wooden door to another small hut covering a water well.

After pulling up two buckets worth of cold water from at least 20 feet below, I drag my bucket back into the house and into the kitchen to add some rano mafana (hot water) boiled over charcoal by my Neny (host mom).

After adding some chlorine to the water, I put the bucket in the Ladosy while I visit the outhouse: “Kabone.” The Kabone is the poop hole I bet you have been oh-so-curious about. The wooden floor has two slats on either side of the hole that indicate where to put your feet while you squat and release your morning coffee.

I have been using a Kabone for a while now, but I still dread it. I am totally afraid of slipping and falling in. I don’t know why I’m so paranoid, it’s only a stew of everyone’s bubbling poop 12 feet below…

one wrong move…

After surviving the Kabone yet again, and celebrating my regulatory digestion (I was off for the first week), I head to the Ladosy hut to wash myself with lukewarm water from my purple bucket.

Once I am clean, I also must fetch my drinking water from the well. I put it in my filter and then add in some diluted bleach to kill any nasty organisms that the filter didn’t get. I haven’t had diarrhea yet, so I think I’ve gotten the hang of it!

There is so much work that goes into every piece of the morning from brushing my teeth to just taking a “shower.” I find my morning activities quite meditative. It is nice to take so much care for every part of a routine that used to be so simple. Back in the states, everything was handed to me on a marble or porcelain platter with two knobs- hot or cold.

It is definitely nice to have my Neny doing half of my chores for me at the moment. Once I move to my permanent village after training, I will have to heat my own water and breakfast every morning. Whomp wommmmppp.

After my shower, I get dressed, sweep my room, and prepare for 4 hours of Malagasy language lessons. Luckily our small language group meets at my house so I can dawdle until everyone arrives.

By noon class is over, my brain is fried, and Neny is almost done cooking lunch.

The family and I eat a meal of rice with the sides of usually beans and a vegetable salad. I really enjoy the meals at my house.

Malagasy people eat a lot of rice. It is their main dish for every meal -always- but my Neny likes to cook more than just rice. At least while I’m around. So I eat plenty of vegetables. I loooooove vegetables. The meals are always delicious. (But I’m not allowed to talk about this to the other trainees who are only fed rice by their families. They are jealous…and probably irritable because they are only eating rice).

After lunch I rest for a bit, then walk around the neighbourhood on my way to our afternoon training courses at a community center.

Sometimes our classes are just health volunteers, and sometimes the agriculture volunteers are there as well. I really enjoy afternoon classes because all of the other trainees are really cool and we always have a lot of fun together. It’s incredulously comforting to have a support system of people all about the same age, going through similar experiences.

During our break halfway through class, we walk around the village and buy snacks from the many shops that line the main road. The snacks are usually just stale and processed cookies and crackers, but sometimes I buy bananas which are absolutely delicious here.

Once class is over at 5pm, I like to walk around town for a bit with other trainees, chatting and exploring before I head home in a race against the dark.

Generally, Malagasy people do not spend time outside past dark for many reasons, so once night falls the day is typically over. They are the opposite of many Americans. In the states we get chores done at night, but here chores are done with the sun. The Malagasy rise with the dawn and finish their days at sunset.

Dinner is usually over at our house around 8pm and I study for a bit, then take my malaria pills, roll down my mosquito net to encase my bed like the gossamer of a Princess’s elegant chambers, and fall asleep to loud rain pounding on the tin roof.

Right now it is summer and it always rains at night, and sometimes during the days as well. It is so green and gorgeous here! But the roads can get quite muddy and it is hard to get around during a storm.

So there you have it, a day in the life of a Peace Corps Trainee in Madagascar.

I am absolutely loving it so far. I am learning so much and I am constantly surrounded by wonderful company whether it be fellow trainees or my host family. I know I will have to learn to be on my own again soon, but for now, having a nice support system around while adjusting to a life with spotty electricity, rare Internet, no running water, and a new language is beyond helpful.

My Little Baby Llama - Part 2

This is the second part of “ My Little Baby Llama” series. This one is more Phan Fluff than Lizzie and Dan fluff, but I loved writing it as all. Hope you guys like it! And forgive me about the mistakes, English is not my first language, and its 4am right now.



PART 1 


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Part 2: A weird night 


Dan’s POV

I have always been very lucky on the “new parent” department. First of all, Lizzie didn’t cry at night. She wouldn’t sleep until 3 am, but she wouldn’t cry either. For the first few months after she was born, I would sleep at Clary’s, to take care of her in the middle of the night, since I wouldn’t sleep early either. It was hard because of the fans, Phil and I had to pretend to be living together, but we weren’t for 90% of the time. I always thought that we were too lucky, that one day we would be sleeping at 4am and she would wake up screaming and wouldn’t stop until noon, but that was never the case. After she grew up, she never gave us hard time either. I moved to London when she was really small, so she was used to talk to me most of the time trough facetime and skype, and I would make sure to come home to her every few months and on Christmas. For her last two birthdays I wasn’t able to be here for her, because of radio show and live show, but we always made sure to celebrate it in a big way, and I was present online. She is fine with that. She is a really smart girl that understands the world around her, and that makes me one of the luckiest person in the world. Except for today.



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Can you do a story where Eren and Mikasa's kids go visit their grandparents? I'd love to see Carla interact with her grandchildren.

Oh, you guys obviously know how I feel about the babies. Thank you for giving me an excuse to write Carla as a grandmother cause it’s the sweetest thing ever ;-; This such a sappy fic, but what can I say. I’m sappy. Also it gives me uncontainable joy when you guys asked me to write their kids :3

Call it years of having little ones in her house, but Carla swore she could hear a kid crying down the street and wake up. She’d have to lay back down and remember her son was married with his own kids, long out of her house, and her daughter was well past the crying at night stage of life. Grisha would laugh if he woke up and tell her not to worry about it, that it was just an effect of habit and Carla’s love for her kids. Of course he’d tease her about it all the time the next day.

This time though it wasn’t down the street, and it wasn’t her imagination. She heard those cries and she was awake immediately. She was about to jump out of bed but there was a little figure standing out in the darkness. His hand was tight on Carla’s blanket, face scrunched up as he cried, tears and snot dripping down onto his night shirt. It was a sight that was far too familiar. Carla had to blink when she saw him; Nicolas always looked like Eren but in that moment she forgot she was watching her grandchildren and thought it was Eren crying at the side of her bed like he used to.

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Game - Liam Dunbar

Pairing: Liam x reader

Word count: 1503

Request:  Hey do you think maybe I could request a writing with Liam x reader where the reader goes to devenford prep and goes to the lacrosse game at beacon hills and is in danger or something along those lines and Liam stiles and Scott save her and then Liam takes care of her or something like that? Thanks!


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Liam’s point of view

“Ready for the game tonight?” Scott asks me as soon as I walk out of the school. He’s sitting on his motorcycle, probably waiting for Kira.

“Would be if I’d gotten any practice.” I shrug.

“We’ll be fine.” Scott’s face settles into something similar to a smile, but it’s not genuine, it barely even reaches his lips. It’s almost as if it physically hurts him to smile. I don’t blame him for not being happy, how could I? I can’t remember the last time I were genuinely happy.

Life was stressful enough when I was still a normal teenager. Between school, homework, lacrosse trainings, and of course the anger issues I had to deal with, there was no time to relax, I never could feel at ease. All that’s intensified now.

“Luck never seems to be on our side.” I mumble. “I don’t even care about the game itself anymore. Something terrible is bound to happen tonight. It always does. And I hate to just sit around and wait to see who’s gonna get hurt this time.”

Scott doesn’t even reply. He turns the key in the ignition and drives off. Guess he wasn’t waiting on Kira. Guess he knows I’m right. Guess he’s tormenting himself because there’s nothing he can do to prevent whatever it is that’s gonna happen tonight.


“So far everything seems normal.” I want to take the words back before they’ve even properly left my mouth. Because there she is, [Y/N]. God, it’s been ages since I’ve last seen her.

“Does it?” Stiles asks. He’s dressed to play lacrosse, but he will probably sit this game out. I don’t think he minds the bench any more. It gives him the opportunity to observe.

“Nope, never mind.”

“Why? What’s off?” He asks, frantically looking around. It doesn’t take him long before he focuses his eyes on her. Guess it’s not so difficult to follow my stare. “Who’s that?”

“Just some girl I used to know.” I mumble.

“You obviously still know her.” Stiles says.

“It’s been a while. People change. She sure as hell doesn’t know me.” I snap. “Sorry.” I say immediately after, because I didn’t mean to sound so angry. It’s just frustrating sometimes. If certain things didn’t happen, I could still just be angry Liam, who has no self control. That was difficult, but at least I didn’t have to hide that part of myself. No amount of small talk could ever cover the fact that I’m a werewolf now.

“If she’s your friend, you can tell her.” Stiles shrugs.

“I don’t want to.” I mumble, looking down at the ground. “Everyone at Devenford already thinks I’m a freak.”

“You’re not a freak, you’re a werewolf.” Stiles argues. “And your girl is smiling this way.”

I look up at her direction again. Stiles is right, she’s smiling this way, even raises a hand to wave. “What do I do?” I ask Stiles, slightly panicked.

“Hmm, I don’t know, walk up to her and talk, maybe?”

Stiles doesn’t know that the last time I tried to casually walk up to her, I managed to get into a fight, got expelled, and when I was allowed back at school, I never dared to strike up a conversation. When I transferred schools, I didn’t say goodbye, just left without a word. Figured everyone hated me, anyways.

“All right.” I cock my head to the side as I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I start walking along the side of the field. That’s when I notice the Devenford prep team arriving. Great, just great. I move glance at them once, but continue my walk. I don’t feel any anger towards them anymore, just annoyance.

“Hey.” I force a small smile through my nerves.

“Hi.” [Y/N] smiles. “Long time no see.” She looks down at the ground. A strand of her hair falls in front of her face, she looks up again and tucks it behind her ear.

“Yeah, uhm-“ I start to talk but realize there’s nothing to say.

“You could have told me you were leaving.” She mumbles. “Thought we were friends.”

“I didn’t-“ I almost lie to her. I did know I was leaving, I just didn’t want to tell anyone.

“It’s okay, Liam.” She says, as if she had access to my thoughts. “I was awfully wrong about you.” She shakes her head. A smile flashes across her face, but fades just as quickly. It’s not the smile I’m used to see on her, this is one of disbelief.

I can’t stay on this side of the field if she’s that disappointed with me. I start to walk away, but a sound catches my attention. I turn around just in time to catch a ball flying towards my head. This all happens in a matter of seconds. I glare in the direction it came from. I’m not surprised it’s from my old teammates.

“Hey, Liam.” [Y/N] calls out from behind me. I turn around to see her walking up to me. “Could we start over? I know I basically just told you that you’re a huge disappointment, but I realize that my expectations were set too high. You’re just a guy, and from what I’ve seen before you left, you’re a pretty great one.” She smiles. “I mean, I understand if you wanna cut all ties to Devenford-“

“No, no. I – I’m just surprised, that’s all.” I shrug.

“So do you think-“ [Y/N]  isn’t able to finish her sentence. She’s knocked unconscious by a similar one that was aimed at me just moments ago. I missed its movement because she’s still so distracting to me. The ball was probably aimed at me. It definitely is my fault that she’s knocked out on the ground.

I kneel down beside her and turn her onto her side. The ball hit her right in the face, it’s bruising already.

“She okay?” Scott asks from beside me. I didn’t even notice him arriving.

“Probably not.” I sigh.

“Let’s get her to my mom.” Scott says.

“What about the game?” I ask.

“We’re not in shape, anyways.” He shrugs, smiling.


“Is she gonna be okay?” I ask Melissa as soon as she leaves the room.

“She’ll be fine.” Melissa nods. “Whoever threw that ball must have some supernatural powers of his own. No human lacrosse player could fracture the skull with just a ball.”

“Her skull is fractured?” I ask, shocked.

“Yes. Don’t worry, there’s no surgery needed. Just loads of rest and pain killers.” Melissa says.

“Can I see her?”

“Of course.”

I thank Melissa and enter the room. [Y/N] has her eyes closed, her face looks pretty bad. Half of it is bruised into a nasty purple color. I grab the single chair that’s in the corner and put it right beside her bed. [Y/N] looks so small in the bed, it’s strange, because I’ve never seen her so vulnerable before.

I take her hand in my own. I don’t know if it will work, but I owe her to at least try. And she’s asleep, anyways, so she won’t know what’s happening. I won’t have to tell her anything.

I focus really hard and after a while it seems to work. My veins turn black and her pain rushes through my body. She gasps and opens her eyes. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” I tell her, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you, though?” She asks. “Liam what’s going on?”

“I’m fine. You got hit in the face, but you’re okay, you don’t need surgery.”

“Yeah my head hurts.” [Y/N] mumbles.

“Your skull is fractured.” I say.

“It was Brett, wasn’t it?” She asks.

I look up at her in surprise. “I think so.” I nod.

“I overheard him talking earlier today. About a plan, I didn’t realize it was against you.” Tears start to form in her eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” My own, actually. For provoking them.

“Will you lie down with me?”

I’m taken aback by her request, but nod. “Of course.” She scoots over and I climb into the bed. It’s small, and half her body rests on my own.

It doesn’t take long before she falls back asleep. All the while I hold her hand in my own. I can’t constantly take her pain away, but every once in a while it works. If I could, I’d take her pain until she didn’t have to feel. The painkillers that constantly flow through her veins don’t seem to have much of an affect.

We stay like that for hours. Of course, [Y/N] can’t really move, but she wakes every now and then. She smiles when she sees me, then drifts back to sleep.

It’s hard to comprehend that this morning, I hadn’t even thought about her. [Y/N]  was just a girl I knew in the past. And now we’re cuddled up in a hospital bed, finding comfort in each other’s arms.

Padaleski Mistake

based off of: ohfuckthewinchesters

You sighed softly as you drummed your finger against Bobby’s coffee table. 

“Are you sure you guys can trust Balthazar?” you asked lowering your voice as you stood closer to Dean. 

“We don’t have much of a choice I mean we got to help Cas especially if Raphael is out to kill all of us for just being his friends.” Dean said pulling you closer to him. 

“Even still… we’re supposed to be on vacation.” you pouted a bit. 

“I know babe, we will as all of this over I promise.” Dean said planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“You guys ready?” Sam asked entering the kitchen. 

“Yeah we’re ready.” Dean said pulling away from you. 

“Are you sure you don’t need any help with this? I mean getting these weapons?” You asked one last time. 

“We’ll be fine we’ll be right back okay.” Dean said trying to reassure you. 

-A Few Hours Later-

“Jensen, Jared where have you guys been?” Misha asked loosening his tie.

“Not this again.” Dean sighed running his hands along his face. 

“You guys have another long night? Anyway y/n was looking for you guys.” Misha said answering his cell phone and heading off in the opposite direction. 

“Y/N is here too?” Dean asked a smile on his face. 

“Hey guys I was looking for you.” You smiled walking towards the guys. 

“I didn’t you’d be here.” Dean said walking towards you. 

“Oh well I finished work early and thought I’d meet  Padalecki here.” You replied taking his hand into yours. 

“Uh what’s this?” Dean asked looking down at your hands, Sam sharing an equally confused look. 

“I didn’t think you guys drank that much last night. Jared and I got engaged last night we all celebrated Mark, Misha, Jim, pretty much everyone you guys work with were there.” You said breifly trying to refresh their memories.

“Wait so you and Jared are engaged.” Dean asked slowly this time. 

“Yes Jared, you guys need some sleep?” You asked raising an eyebrow, your phone started ringing. 

“It’s my mom we’re going shopping I’ll see you at home, later Jensen.” you smiled placing a kiss on Jared’s cheek before heading off set. 

“So y/n and I are getting married.” Sam said with a small smile on his lips. 

“We need to get out of here, I think you should spend the night at my house..” Dean replied his voice trailing off. 

“Wouldn’t y/n be suspicious if I didn’t come home?” Sam asked looking over at his brother. 

“Yeah like I’m going to let you go home to her, I mean you’re my brother I love you and all but if you touch her I’ll kill you.” Dean threatened obviously not amused by Sam’s smile on his face. 

“I would never but what if she you know engages.” Sam said slowly trying to carefully choose his words. 

“Then you turn her down obviously.” Dean half yelled dragging his brother to his house. 

“But you’re married.” Sam pointed out.

“So?” Dean said turning to face his brother. 

“I’m just saying that your wife might find it a bit weird that you know, you’re getting all jealous.” Sam continued to explain. Dean just scoffed and headed inside. After about 3 hours Sam’s phone began to ring while he was in the bathroom, Dean took the opertunity to answer the call. 

“Hey ba- y/n?” Dean said catching himself. 

“Hey Jensen, Jared around?” you asked. 

“He’s in the bathroom, can I help you with something?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah he’s supposed to be having dinner with me and my parents so if he’d kindly get his butt home I’d appreciate it.” You said as sweetly as possible. 

“Who was that?” Sam asked stepping into the kitchen. 

“Your fiance and she’s pissed you better get….home.” Dean said hesitating with the last word. 

“Don’t worry I won’t do anything, I’ll call you after she goes to bed tonight.” Sam said trying to reassure his brother. It was around 11 o'clock when you were just getting to bed. 

“Jared are you sure you’re okay?” You asked stepping out of the shower.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He said turning away from you.

“You seem a little tense.” you continued stepping closer to him, as Sam continued to face the wall away from you. 

“Oh my god Jared!” you yelled causing him to spin around only to see you standing there without your towel, completely naked, Sam gasped his face redder than what you’d ever seen it. 

“Oh y/n um honey I got a killer headache and we got an early shoot in the morning, and Dean would kill me?” Sam sputtered trying to peel his eyes off of your naked form. 

“Fine.” you mumbled picking up your towel and heading to the bathroom to put on your pajamas. You came back to bed crawling in on your side mumbling a half hearted goodnight. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you, tomorrow I promise I’ll take you out.” Sam said trying to lighten your mood so that maybe tomorrow you would be a bit nicer to his alternative self. Though you didn’t respond probably faking sleep so you wouldn’t have to talk to him, Sam waited staring at the ceiling above him pondering his life with you waiting for you to actually fall asleep which to his surprise it didn’t take long. He quickly dialed Dean’s number telling him to come over, which didn’t think long he was sure his brother was probably waiting outside already. Sam quietly made his way downstairs opening the door. 

“Well? What took so long?” Dean asked annoyance etched all over his face. 

“Nothing she’s mad though.” Sam sighed stepping outside locking the door behind him. 

“Why is she mad…. you didn’t?” Dean asked his face growing red. 

“What dude no- though she wanted to I told her I had a headache, and we had an early shoot tomorrow.” Sam explained. Dean nodded slowly as he and Sam set off to quickly find Raphael. 

“I can’t believe Balthazar sent us here again.” Dean grumbled. 

“Are you made because we’re in another "real world” or that I’m engaged to y/n?“ Sam asked as they waited quietly for Virgil. 

"Yeah I mean how did she end up with you, I’m much more her type.” Dean pouted. 

-Bobby’s House-

“Are you still mad at him?” Bobby asked looking over at you as you finished putting away the last of the dinner dishes. 

“ Sort of, I mean I get it he has work to do and Cas is our friend he needs our help but I would like SOME sort of time with him you know.” You shurgged. 

“That kid is crazy about you and if he could drop everything he would it’s just you know how he gets when someone’s in trouble he has to save them.” Bobby stated setting his coffee cup down. 

“I know that’s why I feel like a jerk, I guess I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself much knowing Cas in trouble anyway.” You confessed sitting down next to him. 

“It’s late why don’t you get some sleep, and maybe tomorrow we can find something to help them.” Bobby suggested you nodded heading upstairs to the guest room and crawling into bed. You weren’t sure how late it was but the sound of heavy footsteps pulled you from your sweet dream. You quickly sat up shielding your eyes from light that was just turned on. 

“Dean?” you asked trying to focus. 

“Babe- Y/N!” Dean replied pulling you from the bed.

“What? What’s going on I thought you were helping Cas?” You asked trying to check Dean for any visible injuries. 

“I did- we did it got crazy but I’m home.” Dean said pulling you into a kiss. 

“What has gotten into you?” You asked half laughing.

“Nothing I just missed you that’s all.” He said pulling you into his arms. 

“It’s only been a couple of hours but I missed you too.” you replied kissing him again. 

“Promise me you’ll never marry Jared- er Sam.” Dean said running his fingers through your hair. 

“Um sure okay? Sam’s practically my brother. Wait whose Jared?” you asked confusion evident in your voice. 

“Just an idiot with an over sized mansion and an alpaca.” he mumbled into your hair.

“Let’s just go to bed.” You said slowly pulling Dean back into bed with you.

Maybe One Day Pt II *Sammy Wilk Imagine*

Part Two to Requested Imagine by  kayleeshelton111 

I don’t think you necessarily need to read part one but Click Here to do so

Enjoy!


8 months later…

“Oh my god, Kaydee you make such a mess” you laughed when you sat in front of your baby in her highchair to see she had food all over her face. Being a mom has been a huge adjustment but you wouldn’t change any of it, Kaydence is perfect.


You’re still living with his parents, and he moved out which you tried to argue with but his mom insisted and so did he and having the help with Kaydence was great. He’s a really good dad, he’s here every day and takes her on weekends but you couldn’t say his arty life has changed which sucked but maybe you just weren’t meant to be, although you do still love him very much.


“Jeez baby you eat like your dad” “Dada!” she’s beginning to say things like Mama and dada and of course, no.


After cleaning her face off a little you sat back and let her continue eating. You went on Instagram and scrolled through your newsfeed stopping when you saw Sam had posted a picture of his wild night last night; part of you was jealous because you wanted to go have fun with your friends and be care free but the other part was disappointed because you were hoping for at least a little change.


You decided to be a creepy stalker ex and go through Sam’s profile; seeing a few pictures of him and Kaydence which made you smile then a few more of partying and with random girls; you decided to be a creep and like a most recent one.


A few seconds later your phone rang and it was Sam; you weren’t looking to fight but you answered anyway.


“Hello?” “Whatcha doing Y/n?” you could practically hear him smirking “Feeding the baby…” “Are you instafeeding her?” He laughed and so did you “Shut up” “Don’t be a stalker” “What do you want?” “What do you have planned for today” he asked you “Nothing; why?” “How would you feel about the three of us doing something today?” You weren’t expecting that, and now that you think about it you guys never really did things with Kaydence together.


“What’d you have in mind?” You asked carefully “I don’t know, can’t we just hang out with our daughter?” “Yeah I guess” “Unless you really don’t want to then I’m coming to get her anyway” “No it’s fine she should get to spend time with us both” “See you soon then” “Okay”


Hours later you and Kaydence were dressed and waiting for Sam to get here, if you said you didn’t dress to impress you’d be lying. “So is this a date?” Sam’s mom asked you; she was all for you two getting back together.


“I don’t think so” you said honestly “Do you want it to be?” You didn’t know how to answer that “I’m not sure” just then you were interrupted by the front door opening “There’s my angel, come here I missed you” he went straight for the baby who showed the same excitement.


Seeing them interact melted always your heart.


“Ready?” Sammy asked you and you nodded.


Sam brought you to Y/F/R you didn’t wanna seem paranoid or rude but you felt like there was a motive behind this.


“So why did you wanna hang out with me all of a sudden?” you asked him while messing around with the straw in your drink. Sam shrugged “Can’t a guy just wanna spend time with his baby mama and baby?” you rolled your eyes “Don’t call me that” “Okay then how about I call you…my girlfriend” “Excuse me?” well there is the whole point of this whole family day.


“I think our break has been long enough” “I didn’t know we were still on one” you figured it’s been almost a year and no one made a move so you thought it was off the table.


“So you don’t want too?” you shrugged “I…I uh I don’t know” “I think we’re in a pretty good place now” it’s true, you go along more than you didn’t most days. “Sam I don’t wanna start an on and off thing” “Me either, look I know I screwed up in the past but I promise I’m all in this time, you, me & Kaydence”


That’s all you ever wanted to hear from him but now that he said it, it scared you. “I need to think about it” you said getting up and walking out.


When you got back home, he wanted to put Kaydence to bed so you let him and you sat in what use to be his room but was now yours and just stared into space. You two hadn’t really spoken since you left the restaurant but you knew you had to talk about this eventually.


“She’s asleep…so I guess I’m gonna go” Sam told you, standing in the door way “Wait, we need to talk about this” “I don’t wanna push you Y/N its okay take your time” “No, it’s okay. I’ve thought about it ever day since the day Kaydee was born” “Me too, I really wanna work on us, I still love you, I hate being away from you and the baby, I’m her dad I should be here when she wakes up in the morning and when she goes to bed” “You’re right you should be, I hate that she has to go back and forth all the time and I think we owe it to her to try again”


He walked over to you and sat on the bed “So I can have my bed back?” you smiled “Half of it”


Next thing you knew you were pushed down and he was on top of you “I love you” “Love you” he kissed you. And only one thing came to mind.


That one Day is today.