not spoilers if it happens in the first five minutes right

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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DeanCas Coda to 13x04: The Big Empty

Unsurprisingly, the thrill of being on Earth fades after two days of relentless walking, bumming rides, and begging for bus money. Not that Castiel can’t appreciate the sunshine and flowers and corporeality of it all… but about one minute after standing up and taking in the warmth and smells and feel of the world around him, his thoughts immediately turned to the Winchesters. To Jack.

To Dean.

It’s Dean specifically whose name runs on a loop in his mind; whose memories have Castiel’s heart stuttering and blood racing in his veins. By the time he’s walking up to the Bunker door, Cas’s palms are slick with sweat and he’s exhausted despite his Grace, anxiety clawing under his skin. He re-adjusts his new coat and tie about fifteen times, and attempts to flatten his hair into some kind of order. He stares at the door for a good five minutes before gathering enough courage to knock.

It’s Dean who answers.

He’s thinner than the last time Castiel saw him, with dark bruises under his eyes and a paleness lurking beneath his skin that is frightening. He looks haggard, and defeated, and despite all of that Cas is still made breathless. Because he is standing in the doorway whole. Because they are both whole, and living. 

“Give it a rest, Mia. I ain’t buyin’ what you’re selling.”

The door is closed in his face.

It’s amazing, how one sentence can break a person. But no matter. Castiel  knows, logically, that Dean think’s he’s dead. Four days ago, he wouldn’t have been wrong. So, pushing those pesky, unrealistic fantasies of a romantic reunion aside, he swallows thickly, and knocks again. 

Dean answers with a glare this time. “Look, I get that we helped you, but following us all the way out here is just friggin’ creepy, okay?! And invasive! So leave us the hell alone before I decide to do something I regret.” Scoffing, he gives Castiel a cursory look up and down before shaking his head. “Some shifter you are,” he mutters. “You even got his clothes wrong.”

“Dean, wait.”

“I’m really not in the mood right now, okay? So just—”

“Dean, it’s me.”

Dean pauses. Shakes his head. Pauses again.

“You can test me,” Castiel says. “In fact, I insist. But don’t—don’t close the door again. Please, I just—it’s me. I swear it’s me.”

Green eyes play across his face, but if he’s searching for duplicity, he’ll find none. Staring back, Cas waits for Dean to come to a decision, finally muttering a “wait here”, before closing the door for a second time. Left alone, Cas feels his shoulders slump in relief. Dean will test him, and then he’ll know. He’ll know and Castiel will finally go home.

They do holy water first and iron first, saving silver for last. Even when both other tests have been completed, Dean hesitates at the third, looking at Cas’s big blue eyes and biting his lip. Castiel rolls up his sleeve and holds out his arm. “Please,” he murmurs. 

Dean quickly slices the silver blade in a shallow cut on Cas’s forearm, watching with wide eyes when the skin easily knits back together. 

The knife drops to the ground with an almighty clang. 

Dean’s hand comes up to shakily cover his mouth as his eyes, red-rimmed and shining, remain trained on Castiel’s. “No,” he murmurs. “Uh uh, I’m dreaming. I’m—I burned you. I’ve finally cracked, I—”

“No,” Castiel urges. “It’s me. It’s Cas.”

“I know who you are, dumbass.” Tears spill onto freckled cheeks as a huffed laugh is startled out of Dean’s chest. His hands twitch at his sides. “It’s really you.”

“Yes.”

They’re hugging. Dean has launched himself at Castiel’s person, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and cradling the back of his head. His shoulders shake as he buries his face in Cas’s neck, and of his part, Castiel holds on as tightly as he can without causing harm. He blinks rapidly in an effort to dispel his own tears and leans heavily into the warmth that now surrounds him from what feels like all sides. 

“Cas,” Dean mumbles, his voice thin and watery. “Cas. Castiel. Cas.

“Dean.” Castiel doesn’t mean to turn his head, just as he doesn’t mean to lean in when Dean pulls back to see what’s happening. He does, however, mean to kiss Dean Winchester within an inch of his life when it becomes clear that this is a thing he’s permitted to do.

So he does it.

Castiel kisses Dean thoroughly. Methodically. Pressing little demonstrations of love to his mouth before deepening it to something wanton and wet. Cas’s heart tumbles against his ribcage, and his cheeks heat, and Dean runs a hand through his hair in a way that is so different from that creature in the empty that Castiel almost sobs anew. He kisses Dean with everything he is, and Dean whimpers. Freckled hands cup Cas’s cheeks.

From the war room, Sam holds Jack’s shoulder, keeping him in place. “Just… wait a sec, okay?“ he says, staring up at the pair pressed together on the threshold. “They need this.”

“They love each other,” Jack observes.

"Yeah,” Sam nods. Blinking rapidly, he looks at the child beside him and smiles. “They do.”

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Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh
THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE
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I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.

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It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
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“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
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I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
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“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.

“Yep.”

‘Just a friend’

I have a headcanon that Adrien’s teammates will adopt Marinette as their own and fully ship her with Adrien when they get together. Also that Marinette will bring pastries to the fencing practices and share them with the fencers.

So I wrote this. Kinda serious, kinda crack.


At the next fencing practice, Adrien noticed that his teammates were all looking at him quite…strangely. They all had these little, knowing smirks on their faces, prompting him to look back at them in confusion. Were they playing a prank on him or something? Even Kagami, their newest teammate, was grinning widely at him as if she knew something he did not.

If it was something fencing-related, that was probably true. She most likely did know about moves and tactics that he wasn’t yet aware of. But he had a feeling that whatever this was about, it wasn’t about fencing.

Since Mr. D’Argencourt wasn’t there to order them to practice, the fencers had a little free time on their hands. Free time that meant it was the perfect opportunity for Adrien to ask why they were all looking at him like that.

“So, who was that girl you were sparring with last time?” One of his fellow teammates, Rayan, asked with a particularly devious twinkle in his brown eyes. The others were all lined up beside him and leaning forward, still grinning and curious of the answer that would come out of Adrien’s mouth.

Adrien tilted his head, eyebrows lowered in puzzlement. “You mean Kagami?”

Kagami sighed and shook her head, but Rayan didn’t look nearly as disappointed. Instead, his grin turned wicked.

“No, I mean the other one. Before Kagami showed up.”

“Oh!” Adrien exclaimed upon recognition, eyes widening and a smile beginning to blossom on across his features. “That was my friend, Marinette.”

Kagami rolled her eyes, while everyone else’s mouths twisted into scowls, save for Rayan. He wasn’t at all deterred by Adrien’s answer.

“Your friend? Is she really just a friend? Come on, we all heard you say that she had to touch you.”

Adrien’s cheeks flushed about as red as Ladybug’s suit.

“Th-that’s because we were fencing!” he stuttered, something that his teammates noticed. Adrien Agreste never stuttered; he was always smooth and controlled with his words. “You have to touch each other in fencing, that’s how you get a point! She never fenced before, so I was trying to help her.”

“Of course you were. Is that why you walked right to her and not even look at the other newbies? You were staring at her the whole time,” Rayan pointed out with his smirk never faltering for a second. At this their teammates began to look hopeful and mischievous again.

Adrien frowned. He had a crush on Ladybug, not that he could tell anyone that without sounding like an average fanboy. Marinette was just a friend, that’s all. A very sweet, albeit clumsy, honest friend.

“I had my mask on, so you couldn’t see whether or not I was staring at her, which I wasn’t. And I chose to pair up with her because she’s my friend. I wouldn’t want her going up against someone she didn’t know, I wanted her to be comfortable.”

“Because you like her,” Rayan replied lightly, drawing out the ‘like’. “And what makes you think she wouldn’t have been comfortable with someone like me? I’m a charming person, don’t you think?”

Adrien’s eyes narrowed, not at all appreciating the implications of that statement.

“She came here to fence, not for you to flirt with her.”

“Or she came here because you fence and was hoping you would flirt with her.”

“Enough, already!” Adrien shouted, exasperated by this point. “Marinette is just a friend, that’s it. She’s nice, sweet, honest, and talented. I’m honored to be someone she can call a friend. And as her friend, I was trying to help her in a sport she was unfamiliar with. She’s just a friend.”

“Adrien, you can talk about your girlfriend later,” Mr. D’Argencourt snapped, coming up from behind his students. At once they straightened and turned, giving him their full attention. Adrien wanted to refute his claim, say that Marinette was just a friend and not his girlfriend, but he honestly didn’t think that Mr. D’Argencourt would care very much about the correction.

Their teacher didn’t let up on the stern frown he bore as he continued to address his students.

“I’m a little late so you just decide to idle and gossip? Get into position, now. Adrien, Kagami, I want you two especially to be paired up. Go!”

Kagami grinned as she walked by Adrien, teasingly tapping his sabre with her own as she went.

“You may be fooling yourself, Adrien, but you’re not fooling anyone else.”

Adrien pursed his lips. What did she know, she just got here, like, two days ago!

“Hey, you’re Marinette, right?”

Marinette turned away from her locker to see Kagami standing next to her. Instead of her typical fencing outfit, she wore a red sweater and black ankle pants, with red flats to complete the look. Honestly, with how similar they looked, Marinette wouldn’t be surprised if people thought Kagami was actually her own alter ego, Ladybug.

Although, that would give her greater protection for maintaining her secret identity.

She smiled, ready to open her mouth and offer a friendly confirmation that she was indeed Marinette and ask her how she was along with whether or not she was liking the school so far. Until she remembered how she very likely made the wrong call during Adrien and Kagami’s duel, which helped lead the new fencer into becoming akumatized.

She shrunk back with an apologetic grimace. “Listen, I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kagami replied nonchalantly, waving off the apology. She smiled. “It’s all in the past. Fencing is complicated to understand, and I know that was your first day trying it. Then there’s the fact that Adrien and I weren’t exactly making it easy for someone to see who touched who first.”

She chuckled upon remembering how they were practically fighting to kill. That was one of the reasons she liked sparring with Adrien best, he actually gave her a challenge. Marinette in the meantime exhaled with relief, thankful that Kagami didn’t blame her for what happened that day. Maybe she could take a lesson or two from Lila.

Speaking of which, wasn’t she a new student, too? Where did she go?

“Anyway,” Kagami spoke, getting back on track. Her smile shifted into a sly grin, something that Marinette was immediately wary of. “We have fencing practice today, and by ‘we’ I mean every single fencer here, which includes Adrien, and I mean Adrien Agreste, by the way.” She shrugged. “Just saying. I was wondering if you’d like to come and watch? Did I mention that Adrien will be there, Adrien Agreste? He’ll be there. At the same time you are. Just saying.”

Marinette blinked, unsure of what to say or even think in response to that. Did Kagami know of her crush on Adrien? But they just met! How could she pick up on that so quickly?

But she did just invite her to watch a fencing practice, that Adrien would be a part of! If he was suspicious of her just showing up randomly, she could say that Kagami invited her. He wouldn’t be creeped out if she had a valid excuse for being there. This was her chance!

“I’d love to!” she replied with a large smile, trying her best to rein in her happy squeals. It wasn’t easy. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome.” Kagami grinned and bowed her head before she walked away, down the hall and around the corner where she exchanged a high five with Alya.

The sole Ladyblogger wrapped an arm conspiratorially around the new girl’s shoulders.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of starting a club…”

“Thanks for inviting me again, Kagami,” Marinette said as the girls walked to the school courtyard, where practice would be held in about 15 minutes.

“You’re very welcome, Marinette,” Kagami replied with a smile that slowly morphed into her own secretive grin. She couldn’t wait for practice to start.

When they entered the courtyard they saw the other fencers chatting, testing out their equipment, or stretching. Kagami sneaked a peek out of the corner of her eye to see Marinette curiously studying each and every fencer, as though looking for someone specifically.

She bit back a smirk and motioned with her head in front of them.

“You can stay with me until practice starts. Let’s go in.”

As they walked, Kagami didn’t miss the way how Marinette’s eyes trailed after all the fencers, apparently still trying to find the one she was really here to see.

Rayan paused in bending his sabre, taking notice of Kagami and Marinette walking in his direction. His face lit up as he shouted his teammate’s name along with Marinette’s, being sure to be loud enough so that everyone in the courtyard would hear perfectly clearly.

Including one blond fencer, who lifted up his mask to see what was going on.

Rayan ran up to Marinette, placed his sabre across his chest and bowed like a gentleman. A corner of his mouth lifted in a sultry grin, as he tried his best to maintain the picture of seduction. It was kind of hard to when, in reality, he wanted Marinette to be with Adrien, not him.

But by pretending he was interested in her, maybe it would be enough of a push for Adrien to make a move.

“I’m Rayan, the one who you talked to during Adrien and Kagami’s duel? I’m glad we can meet face to face, you’re even more beautiful without my mask on.”

Kagami internally cringed at the poor flirtation skills this boy had. She hoped Marinette would be able to take it more seriously.

Marinette blinked, stunned for a moment because she was sure this ‘Rayan’ guy was flirting with her. She didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t Chat Noir, who she could teasingly push back by the nose and tell him to focus on patrol or the akuma.

So she settled by giving a small smile and shaking his gloved hand. “I’m Marinette. Thanks for talking to me back then.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answered smoothly before bending down to give her hand a chaste kiss.

Adrien pulled his mask down with a disgusted scoff.

Kagami was happy to report to Rayan that Adrien fought with an unusual aggressiveness that day. Although Rayan didn’t need it, as he got to experience it himself when Adrien innocently and otherwise nicely asked to spar with him next.

Adrien proceeded to win each and every one of their matches without breaking a sweat, attacking quickly and efficiently while barely giving Rayan enough time to parry.

Leaving Marinette a blushing and swooning mess on the bench.

They didn’t account for Luka joining their school. They also didn’t think that he would take an interest in Marinette, either.

“We must dispose of him,” Kagami murmured lowly, her fingers twitching for her sabre.

Alya shook her head. “We can’t, he’s Juleka’s brother. She’s our friend, we couldn’t do that to her.”

Kagami groaned in irritation. “Fine. But we have to do something.”

Turned out they didn’t need to do anything at all. Strangely, Adrien acted even more like a gentleman that day and during the next few weeks. He sometimes carried Marinette’s books, opened doors for her to let her pass through first, took extra time out of his day to seek her out and talk to her, and once Alya and Kagami saw him grin and tenderly kiss her fingers. Before pulling back and chuckling as though it was merely friendly teasing, of course.

Alya and Kagami weren’t fooled. Marinette tried to laugh along with him, it was too bad it came out shaky due to how much she needed to hyperventilate in her excitement.

Luka was simply considered another boy who happened to attend their school by the following day.

One day, it finally happened. No one knew how, or why, but to be honest those were just minor details at this point.

Adrien and Marinette were together. As in, in a relationship, together.

Word spread throughout the entire school, including the fencing team. And they let Adrien know that they knew that day at practice.

“So, is she still ‘just a friend’?” Rayan grinned broadly as he thrust his sabre toward Adrien’s chest. The latter smoothly parried and completed the riposte, successfully touching his opponent’s shoulder.

Adrien lifted up his mask with a smirk, bending the blade of his sabre as he answered.

“She’s my best friend, who also happens to be my girlfriend, now.”

“So how did it happen?” Rayan asked, hungry for details. Partly because he wanted to know, and partly because Kagami threatened to stab him if he didn’t return with answers. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was serious or not.

“We stood on top of the Eiffel Tower and proclaimed our love for each other,” Adrien replied, already predicting Rayan’s reaction, which didn’t disappoint.

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Agreste, tell me the truth.”

“I am,” Adrien countered with a grin. He pulled his mask down and got back into position. “En garde!”

Rayan sighed, hoping that Kagami wouldn’t stab him anywhere that could kill him.

Marinette went to at least one fencing practice a week. The fencing boys adored her, and began to think of her as their little sister. Honestly, Kagami wasn’t sure who loved Marinette more: Adrien or her other teammates.

Most of the time Adrien wouldn’t even get the chance to personally greet Marinette first. She would walk in with a box of pastries, smile widely with a light blush dusting her cheeks as she waved to Adrien. In turn, he would return the smile and wave back. But before he could take a single step forward in her direction, one of his teammates would scream, “MARINETTE!” Which would then incite a small stampede of fencers straight for his girlfriend, sometimes even bumping Adrien out of the way as they ran.

Kagami would giggle and offer Adrien her hand if he happened to get knocked over in the stampede. He would then thank her and walk over to give his girlfriend a proper greeting, most oftentimes resulting in a kiss on the lips. His teammates would holler in joy every time, they’ve been waiting a long time for these moments, dammit, and they were going to fully appreciate them.

They knew that Marinette wasn’t ‘just a friend’.

Klance Recs #2

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it’s never like this) by GibbousLunation (PG, 25k)
Summary: “How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back. [5+1 Times]

supermassive black hole by epiproctan (NC-17, 7k)
Summary: Keith has always known that he wasn’t going to get what he truly wants out of the arrangement, but he also hadn’t ever imagined that it would just…end.

aka that classic fic where lance wants to stop hooking up but keith wants something else entirely [Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining]

you never stood a chance by kagshina (PG, 12k)
Summary: lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said
>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”
>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E

(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies) [College AU/Snapchat]

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (PG, 46.6k, WIP)
Summary: One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)] [Soulmates and Soulmate Marks, WIP]

Save a Horse (But Also Spare the Cowboy) by Mytay (PG, 0.8k)
Summary: “Keith, did you just break out your Texas for me? Did you just make a space cowboy pun for me?”

“No. Also, the fact that bad jokes turn you on explains so much.”
[Space Cowboys]

Seven Minutes by LanceMcLame (PG, 2.2k)
Summary: Pidge never should have mentioned sleepovers to Allura.

That was the only thought in Lance’s mind right now, as he tried to make himself comfortable on the awkward nest of blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags. This was all Pidge’s fault. They’d offhandedly mentioned something about having a sleepover party once with their friends, and Allura had immediately picked up on the idea, insisting that it’d be “an excellent team-building opportunity”. And that was how the five Paladins of Voltron and the two Alteans had ended up building a sort of fort in the bridge of the Castle of Lions, and playing the most heinous game known to mankind.

Truth or Dare. [Team Bonding]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (PG, 22.4k)
Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.”

or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home. [Time Travel, Kid Fic]

dynamic by kagshina (PG, 13.5k, WIP)
Summary: “So, uh,” Keith starts, and Lance notices the way he shifts, like he’s not quite sure how to say what he wants to say. “How are we gonna…do this?”

Before answering the question, Lance makes a quick list in his head of things he should never do:
Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!) [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

You stole a BABY?! by genericfanatic (PG, 24.3k)
Summary: The castle ship has a new stowaway, and Keith and Lance must figure out how to take care of them without alerting the rest of the crew. [Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition]

Rushing To Say Nothing by LynnLarsh (NC-17, 36.7k)
Summary: “What the hell was that?” Keith says, sounding strangely pissed. Probably jealous; whatever happened, Lance is a lucky son of a bitch and Keith knows it.

Coran clears his throat before answering, and when Lance finally pulls his eyes away from the crowd, that purplish blush from earlier has increased to a noticeable shade of violet across his cheeks. “It seems our boy Lance here has just been propositioned by the local brothel.”

A.k.a. That time Lance went into an alien brothel to prove a point and came out perhaps a little too enlightened.

The Little Things by fairietailed (G, 1.6k)
Summary: On Friday Hunk can hear the two of them behind him as they walk to the control room, and he swears he hears something akin to a kiss, and Keith whispering.

“That’s 10-7, Cargo Pilot. Try catching up.”

When Hunk turns around Lance is bright red, and there’s a foot of space between him and Keith.Or maybe he’s imagining things? [Secret Relationship]

Marital Mayhem by genello (PG, 26k, WIP)
Summary: Cornered by the Galra, Lance and Keith find shelter in a local temple. There’s just one problem—the natives seem to think the two of them are engaged. [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens (NC-17, 7k, WIP)
Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.

Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.

Or: Keith’s life. So Hard. [Firefighter/Yoga Instructor AU, WIP]

if you’re ready by rhapsodyinpink (PG so far, 2k, WIP)
Summary: “Why was I wearing a wedding veil?” Lance asks, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.

“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”

In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa. [Accidentally Married in Vegas - still in universe not au! WIP]

Dancing for Voltron and Follow My Lead by The_Sickfic_Sideblog (PG, 2k total)
Summary: Lance has a hidden talent. It’s not hidden for long. [Dance Skills Lance]

Seven Days by MilkTeaMiku (NR, 63.5k, Series)
Summary: The Galra has a new weapon that de-ages the Paladins into babies for a week. [De-aged/Kid Fic]

Thank God For Hometowns by merycula (thanksillpass) (PG, 6.5k)
Summary: Lance tells his grandparents that he has a boyfriend to get them off his back, and is forced to ask his neighbor Keith to pretend to date him when they come with a visit. [Fake Dating]

seeing him for the first time (again) by breadpoetsociety (G, 1.5k)
Summary: “Who are you?” Keith demanded, excitedly putting his free hand to his cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Eat the cracker, Keith.”

“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.

“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”

“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”

“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.” [Amnesia]

On Thin Ice 
by Minadora (R, 150k, WIP)
Summary: This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. [Ice Hockey/Figure Skater AU]

Sleepless

You know the drill by now. It’s Whump Week Day 5- Insomnia/Mental Illness.

Have some klance late night training bonding after a rough mission.


Keith found himself returning to the training deck. He didn’t know why he started doing it, but now he couldn’t stop. Any time his emotions got to be too much, he buried them by fighting the training bots, sometimes for hours on end.

This practice quickly became a habit for any difficult situation, any time he simply couldn’t calm down without exhausting himself physically. So, it was really no surprise that after a terrible mission like that he would do this.

What was surprising, however, was that someone else was already using the room.

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Kang Daniel; seven minutes in heaven

Member: Daniel // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff

Request: “hi! could i request a kang daniel seven minutes in heaven scenario (don’t worry nothing smutty, just fluffy)”

A/N: so this was requested as a scenario, but I’m starting headcanons/bullet scenarios and I was supposed to write this one anyway… so why not try it? If you don’t like it, admin Leah will write an actual scenario ^.^ Enjoy!

Originally posted by dxnghyuns

  • Kang Daniel is a name you knew all too well throughout your high school years
  • you’d liked him since junior year when you caught him feeding a box of stray kittens behind the school 
  • which wasn’t allowed but it’s not like you were gonna tell on the resident senior golden boy, who also happened to be very handsome
  • it was pretty much over from there,,,
  • you spent most classes staring at him and then pretending you hadn’t been
  • but your friends caught on, of course,, they wanted to throw a ‘welcome to the Kang Daniel fan club’ party, but you adamantly refused
  • they settled for “subtly” teasing you about your crush (hint they weren’t subtle at all,, it’s a miracle he never caught on)
  • Kang Daniel, the icon of obliviousness
  • so 
  • somehow, you two ended up going to the same college
  • how convenient
  • college campuses may be small enough places to run into the perfect people in stories, but in reality not so much
  • so basically you saw him once in the cafeteria at like 1 am with a bad case of bedhead and hipster glasses
  • needless to say
  • he still looked very good
  • anyway
  • you don’t usually go to parties but your university’s soccer team won the championship, and all your friends were going, and it’s not like you had to drink
  • what could go too wrong
  • or in this case what could go right ;)))so you go
  • and a couple of your high school friends went to the same college, and of course, they’re there“Hey, y/n - Daniel’s here,” one of them nudges you, grinning
  • you scoff, trying not to blush “I don’t like him anymore,”
  • in your defense you think it’s true,, you basically haven’t even seen the guy in two years, how could you still like him?
  • spoiler alert you’re wrong
  • it’s the Daniel Effect™
  • somehow, by the work of Satan or God (it’s not quite clear which one) you end up being dragged into playing party games
  • “come on, y/n! we need one more person,, it’ll be fun!”
  • play party games they said
  • it’ll be fun they said
  • so you’re like “FINE” and you settle down in an open spot
  • and you look up
  • surprise! there’s Daniel
  • he’s grinning at someone on the other side of the circle, so he doesn’t notice you go into jpg mode when you spot him
  • “y/n, you’re staring - you look like an owl,” your guy friend laughs, and he gets a punch in the arm that quickly shuts him up
  • and then the games start
  • they start with truth or dare, and then spin the bottle, and then seven minutes in heaven
  • and everything’s going smoothly until -
  • “Y/n~!”
  • and you’re like shit shit shit
  • they spin the bottle and it lands on 
  • the one
  • the only
  • Kang Daniel 
  • inside you’re all SHIT SHIT SHIT and then you two lock eyes for the first time
  • and you’re like where are the fireworks, the only thing exploding is my ovaries I MEAN WHAT
  • even though it’s been like .003 seconds, suddenly there’s like five football-player-strength guys shoving you two into the nearest closet
  • of course they lock the door
  • there’s legitimately 30 straight seconds of the most awkward silence you’ve ever been through
  • and then “…so, um, I’m Daniel.. what’s your name?”
  • you dip your head awkwardly “Y/n,”
  • “So–” “I’M NOT HAVING SEX WITH YOU,”
  • a solid 5 seconds of silence
  • “I- I really wasn’t - I wasn’t going to ask you that! I’m sorry if I-”
  • “No no - oh God - I’m sorry, I’m just nervous! I know you wouldn’t -”
  • thank god for how dark it is, so he can’t see your fiery red blush
  • “I’m nervous too…” he whispers warmly after a moment, and you melt a little
  • You?”
  • “It doesn’t seem like it maybe, but I hate parties…”
  • “Really? In high school, you were always the #1 attendee,”
  • “Did you go to my high school?” 
  • for no reason that you can think of, your stomach does a flip 
  • “Um… yeah.”
  • “What’s your last name again?”
  • and so you tell him
  • “Wait - wait - Y/l/n Y/n? The girl that covered for me when the school found out I was taking care of those kittens?”
  • well needless to say you’re shook
  • “You know me?”
  • you think you see his face turn a bit red??? but it’s dark so it’s hard to tell, and it’s probably just wishful thinking
  • “Well, actually… I kind of - I kind of liked you,”
  • needless to say you’re even more shook™
  • “… what…?”
  • Ok now you’re sure his face is definitely red
  • “I mean - I used to! I don’t, I don’t anymore!”
  • (You don’t like being cliche, but your heart sinks a bit)
  • “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
  • “What? Nothing. How much time is left?”
  • “A couple minutes,”
  • and so you sit there in silence again, processing what you just heard
  • until “… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,”
  • how many times is it possible to melt in the space of an hour because of one person? you wonder
  • “Don’t worry about it,” you say a bit breathlessly, and you sink into silence again
  • and then, a minute or two later, you get an idea
  • you know those ideas that are like
  • no 
  • don’t
  • bad idea
  • spoiler alert: you get one of those
  • I mean you’re at a party anyway
  • you’re playing seven minutes in heaven for god’s sake
  • and so you abruptly turn and look him right in his beautiful eyes
  • you can almost see the “???” above his head
  • and you lean right in and whisper: “I liked you too, and I still do.”
  • you’re not even drunk,, you have no idea where the hell this bravery is coming from
  • and then suddenly you two are inches away
  • “I lied,” he swallows. “I still like you too,”
  • your chest is pounding so hard it’s practically making the rest of your body move
  • he inches closer, his eyes flicker down to your lips
  • and right before you can make contact–
  • the closet door slams open and you two jump apart at the speed of light
  • “Time’s up!” some asshole screams, and you sullenly stand up
  • you take several steps out of the closet, where everybody can see
  • and suddenly you feel Daniel’s hands take hold of your shoulders and spin you around
  • and then he plants his mouth on yours
  • you’re so distracted by the fact Kang Daniel is kissing you, that the catcalls and cheering of the group fade away 
  • after a moment, he pulls back
  • "I’ve been waiting a while to do that,” he says breathlessly
  • “Honestly,” you say, just as breathlessly. “So have I,”
Father to the Unknown: Part One

AN: Since I’ve been so remiss in updating lately, here, have a new Wonder Woman series.

THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE, BUT I WAITED MONTHS TO POST THIS. I WANT THAT NOTED!!!!!


When the phone rings for the fourth time, you start to think that some people just can’t take a hint. Then you remember exactly who’s on the other end, and you realize that the man can take a hint, he’s just too stubborn to do so. You wait for the buzzing to die off, and sure enough it starts again a second later.

    With a sigh you pick the phone up, and hit the answer button. You wait for him to speak first, “You’re a tough one to get a hold of.”

    “I figured you’d get the hint, Mr. Wayne.”

    “I’m calling in regards to your mother …”

    You cut him off before he can continue, “Saving the world is my mother’s business not mine, Mr. Wayne. I have no desire to join your little club.”

    “So she told you.”

    Your eyes flicker to the television, “The news told me everything I needed to know, Mr. Wayne. I saw the remains of the fight. I saw my mother.”

    “You disagree with her choice, a choice to step up and save the world?”

    Your eyes land on a photograph over the mantel. A picture of you and your mother from last year, not that anyone would know it. You looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. “My mother was born to save the world Mr. Wayne, I was born to protect her.”

    “Which is exactly, why I’m calling.”

You stiffen at the words, “What do you mean?”

“When’s the last time you talked to Diana?”

“Two days ago. We made plans to meet in London.”

“Where are you right now?”

“Austria.”

“Good. If you take a plane you can be there in five hours.”

You find your mouth dry, at the words, and it takes everything you have to ask your question, “What’s happened to my mother, Mr. Wayne?”

There’s a moment of hesitation before he says, “I’ll explain when you get here. I’ve already booked your flight.”

It doesn’t take you long to grab the essentials; a few pairs of clothes, emergency cash, and a few family heirlooms. You make it to the airport with only a few minutes to spare. You spend the entire flight with a knot in your stomach. You’d talked to her two days ago. Only two days. Your mother was a goddess. She was unbreakable. Only able to be killed by someone like her. And yet, no matter how many times you repeated that information to yourself you never felt any better.

Your mother had had may professions during her time in man’s world. She’d been a teacher, a professor, a nurse, a translator, and now museum curator. It made sense, your mother’s love of Greek history.

Your mother took pride in her work. Her love for it displayed any time she talked about it. Organization ruled her domains, just as it had when you were a child. But as you step into her office you see what Bruce is talking about. There are papers scattered on the floor. The glass displays behind her desk are broken. Her tablet had been thrown against the wall. You lock eyes with Bruce over top of the investigators scouring the floor. A few eyes flick to you, before the lead inspector turns to you.

Before he can say a word Bruce steps in, “This is Ms. Trevor. My translator, she should be able to help with the translation on the wall.”

Your eyes snap to the wall you had missed in the chaos, and the writing there. You swallow the lump in your throat, and the investigator prods you on, “Well, Ms. Trevor.”

Your voice quakes a bit, “It’s ancient Greek. One word. Themyscira.”

Your eyes flick to Bruce, as the investigator turns back to his team. With a motion of your head, Bruce follows you back. Once you’re safe distance away you ask, “Was that blood on the wall?” His nod is barely perceivable but it’s there. You take a deep breath.

“Would she go there?” His voice is soft.

You shake your head, “She didn’t know the way back. She would have taken me there when she found out she was pregnant. There’s no way to find it.”

Bruce’s voice is soft, “Your father found it.”

You snap, “My father crashed into the sea near it. There’s a difference Mr. Wayne.”

“Which means it’s not impossible to find.”

You stare at the man. The bat vigilante. The world’s greatest detective. Your brow furrows and you step closer, “What do you know?”

“Your mother believed that our world would soon need the full force of the Amazons. We’ve been doing some searching for it. Looking at your father’s flight pattern, and judging distances and so forth, along with strange reports of fog.”

“You know where Themyscira is?” You ask softly.

“I have an idea of where it is.” He corrects gently, “And if who ever took your mother knew this, then they’re counting on someone to come and try and rescue her.”

Your eyes narrow, “Why me? I’m nowhere near as strong as my mother.”

He shrugs, “Who knows. But you’re probably her only hope.”

You raise an eyebrow in question, “You’re not going?”

“Your mother gave me strict instructions to remain here if something were to happen to her. To contact you, and give you these.” You focus on the small watch, and piece of paper in his hand before taking them.

You knew the watch well, you had fallen asleep with it clutched to your chest more than once. It was the only thing of your father’s that you had. The photograph was different. You hadn’t seen it before, but you knew your parents on sight. You carefully slip both into your pocket before meeting Bruce Wayne’s gaze again. “Well?” he asks.

You give a small smile, “My mother always said that we could sit around and do nothing, or try and do something. Apparently doing nothing is no longer working. I’m going to need a ride Mr. Wayne.”

memory found || stiles stilinski (part two)

word count: 5288

warnings: season 6A finale spoilers, brief mention of sex

prompt: part two of this imagine

author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe (not my gifs)

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You (Comrades Protag) + The Chocobros | Part II - Prompto

Part I - Gladio |

STRAP IN, FOLKS! I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE. YOU AND PROMPTO ARE ABOUT TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE.

  • So after you eat Gladio’s I’m-Sorry-I-Gave-You-A-Concussion Cup Noodles, he gives you his phone number, just in case you figure out how to unlock your phone.
    • He knows that you’re a pretty big deal in Lestallum; people recognize you and know that you’re busting your ass to help keep the city safe. He asks you to keep him posted on Lestallum’s progress via Iris.
      • You and Iris become pretty good friends. And you take pictures of everything.
        • Pictures capturing the progress of construction projects around Lestallum
        • Pictures of your handwritten notes from your meetings with the elected leader of Lestallum, Holly, Cor, Libertus, Dave, and a handful of other key players in the power restoration efforts.
        • You even send him a photo of you and Iris posing in sweaters you knitted for each other by hand
          • Yes, you know how to knit now. When night falls, and the people of Lestallum are forced to hide within the safety of the city’s walls, they’re left restless, anxious, and with way too much time on their hands– time to learn how to actually play a game of chess, time to learn how to play every single card game known to man, and time to hear just about everyone’s stories of loss and faint, fragile hope for a brighter future.
    • One day, Gladio texts Iris to let you know that a friend of his will be swinging through Lestallum soon, and that he might track you down for some combat practice.
      • Iris seems excited to see this friend of her brother’s. She says his name is Prompto and that you’re going to love him.
      • The name doesn’t ring a bell, and you have no idea what he looks like. You guess you’ll recognize him when he taps you on the shoulder and asks if it would be okay to beat you up behind the power plant.
  • Prompto shows up while Cid is tinkering with your favorite weapon, imbuing it with the power of that griffon feather you and your friends found yesterday. You take it from Cid and give it a few practice swings, testing out its weight, admiring its shine in the light.
    • Prompto: “Yikes. Hope you don’t end up hitting me with that thing lmao”
    • Turns out that, just like Gladio, you’ve seen this guy before. He’s another one of the prince’s royal retainers. He was a last-minute addition, with next to no formal training. But you guess he must at least have some kind of raw talent, to have survived this long as a hunter.
  • The extent of your former interactions with Prompto: You were collecting herbal ingredients in Duscae for a medicinal remedy that a sickly friend of yours desperately needed. You’d just about gathered everything you needed when you heard screaming from across the lake. You glanced in the direction of the noise and saw a cotoblepas charging towards two tiny figures standing way too damned close to the water.
    • You: “SHIT SHIT SHIT”
    • It’s a good thing you didn’t spare a second to think this through, because you would have realized how stupid you were being if you had. Instead of trying to warp around the lake, you decided to warp straight across it. Your intentions were noble; you wanted to help these people as quickly as you could.
      • But yes you fell into the water and approximately twenty-seven (27) gallons of it shot up your nose. But you chucked your weapon into the air and kept going 
    • You barreled into one of the people fleeing the cotoblepas and warped, putting as much distance as you could between yourselves and the beast. You put a hand on the person’s shoulder, shouted, “Stay!” and got ready to warp back for the other.
      • Turned out you didn’t have to bother; the other idiot could warp, too.
        • You: “…Prince Noctis?”
          • YEP! Prompto knew that you were a Glaive and was waaaaaay too intimidated by you to lie. He explained that they essentially Did It For The Vine. 
            • Did the key to the salvation of Eos almost get himself trampled by a cotoblepas for a photo?????
              • Prompto showed you the photo.
                • You: “Okay that’s actually pretty sick, bro”
                • Noctis: “Hell yeah”
                • You: “Oh shit my fucking weeds”
                • Prompto: “Your what now”
    • Prompto and Noctis understandably felt guilty when they realized that the herbs you had worked so hard to collect for your friend were soaked, dirtied, and ruined because you fell into the lake. They helped you collect more before you parted ways.
  • Prompto: “So… Gladio said you might be down for some sparring?”
    • You lead him to the Lestallum equivalent of the bicycle rack: the same quiet corner where Gladio had brooded in a constant state of exhaustion.
      • No one cleaned up the crates you broke with your body in the back of the alleyway…
    • Prompto: “Go easy on me, ‘kay?”
    • This guy is smaller and more noodly than Gladio. You hope that means you actually stand a chance this time.
      • Nope. Wrong. Bitch you thought. You don’t. One second you’re standing there, getting ready to fight, the next, you’re frozen in place and unable to do anything but watch as Prompto takes a selfie with your petrified body
      • No sooner have you regained yourself than he’s casting Starshell and inflicting you with confusion.
        • Where are you? What are you doing here? What day is it? Who’s President?
          • Why are you asking that? Lucis has a monarchy?
        • You literally end up putting your weapon down and sitting by a dumpster, your head spinning and your thoughts a muddled, confusing mess in your head
          • Prompto sits down next to you and listens to you rant and rave, riding out the status effect until it’s run its course
          • You, Confused: “Why do they call it instant ramen when it takes three minutes to cook”
          • You, Confused:“That’s not instant”
          • You, Confused:  “Does it hurt grass when we step on it?”
          • You, Confused:  “Why are bees”
          • Prompto: “Why are bees what?”
          • You, Confused: “Just. Why. Why are bees”
          • You, Somehow Even More Confused Than Before: “Tissue fabric running tire folder clean”
          • Prompto: *Is trying so hard not to fucking laugh right now. Literally he has never seen someone react this way to the confusion status ailment* “That’s right. Let it all out.”
        • You finally come back to yourself and look at Prompto for what feels like the first time.
          • You: “Did… did I win?”
          • Prompto: “I’d call it a tie.”
    • You don’t spar again that day. You just hang out.
      • You will fight again a few more times! Turns out he’s not so tough once you manage to dodge his attacks and get in close.
        • Punch him! He bleeds!
          • Please don’t punch him. He bleeds. :(((((((
        • The score ends up being 4-3 in Prompto’s favor. You try to argue that the first fight shouldn’t count because of the Status Ailment Hell he banished you to, but Prompto won’t hear a word of it
          • You’ll get him next time
  • You think Prompto’s great! You can’t remember the last time you laughed this much. It feels good to laugh. There’s not much to laugh at in this dark day and age.
    • Prompto gives you his number before he leaves Lestallum. You promise you’ll text him when you remember your passcode.
      • That leaves Iris to once again be an intermediary between you and another Chocobro, though this one is more for fun than it is with Gladio– since most of your communications are related to relief efforts around Lucis.
        • IRIS’S PHONE BECOMES A HUB FOR POST-APOCALYPTIC MEMES
          • It’s like a “laugh in one eye, cry in the other” situation
      • You guys end up texting so much that Iris can’t take it anymore. A friend of hers in Old Lestallum has an unlocked smart phone and gives it to you until you can unlock your own.
        • The meme-ing gloves are off now. Uh-oh.
          • Group chat with Gladio and Iris. Prompto names the group “Annoying the Amicitias”
        • Where has Prompto been all your life? You’re memesters in crime
  • Fast-forward seven months. Iris bursts into your tent in the middle of the night in tears.
    • Iris: “I just got a call from Gladio. Prompto went with some hunters on a supply run. They haven’t come back. They’re all missing.”
    • You’re getting out of bed and reaching for your jacket in an instant
      • You: “I’m going.”
      • Iris: “I’m coming with you.”
        • Gladio promises he’ll meet you in Hammerhead, and that Iggy’s coming, too.
          • You have no idea who Iggy is, but Iris looks happy about that news, so you will be, too
        • You don’t tell Gladio that Iris is coming with you.
        • He’s going to be PISSED.
          • AT YOU.
            • WHY DO YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO MAKE THIS GUY ANGRY 
              • HAVE YOU NO FEAR

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Originally posted by thejabberwock

Request: Child of Dean and reader come from future for protection and Dean and reader not together? Awkwardness and fluff? With a side of Dean being in aww of reader being a mum? Please?

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual)

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language


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upset friend! Seventeen

requested by anon: “Hi!! can i request a scenario where you’re svt’s best friend, like they treat you as a younger sister and they’re super protective of you. how would they react when you went over to their dorm crying or upset. its a little similar to how they react to their gf being scared you previously did, but as a younger sis pov or smtg? tysm!”

a/n: i hope this isn’t late, i did it it bullet points because you requested scenario, i hope that’s okay

Seungcheol

  • you wrap yourself in your in your sweater tighter
  • the door swings open with Seungcheol looking at you worriedly 
  • he pulls you in and gives you quicky, tight hug
  • “what happened?? are you okay??”
  • you emotionally explain to him how you got into a fight with your boyfriend and well, now ex boyfriend
  • “what the hell, do you want me to beat the kid up?” 
  • you can tell by his facial expression how pissed he is
  • you reassure him you’re fine
  • “you’re not fine, you’re crying” 
  • you reach up and touch your undereyes, realizing it was damp
  • wiping your tears away, he smiles softly
  • “come on, i’ll make mingyu make you ramen” 
  • laughing for the first time that night, you nod,
  • “that would be nice”

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Jeonghan

  • “Jeonghan, are you at your dorm?” 
  • “hey are you okay? why do you sound like that??” 
  • “my friend kicked me out of her car, i’m like five minutes from your dorm, can i come over?” 
  • “well that’s not a really good friend, yeah of course” 
  • you thank him and he makes you stay on the phone with him until you get to the dorm
  • when you get there, he’s already standing there, and leads you in
  • “do you want to talk about it?” 
  • he asks you gently, letting you know you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to
  • by the time you get to the couch, you’re in the middle of explaining how your friend got pissed off over how you wouldn’t “help” her do her paper and everything just escalated 
  • the entire time he’s listening to you and handing you tissues when you’re feeling really emotional
  • “i’m here for you okay” 
  • you nod and end up cuddling into his side with his arm around you
  • the mood is lighter now and you can hear seventeen in the back
  • “you know i got a whole soccer team that can help us prank the girl or something” 
  • “the heck jeonghan, we aren’t tryna kill the girl”

Originally posted by j-miki

Joshua

  • as the door gets slammed in your face, you try not explode in tears
  • but your body won’t agree and the tears just fall
  • after a couple minutes, you hear your phone ding
  • it’s from Joshua, who lives next door
  • “are you okay?? your door closed really loud”
  • you send a quick text about how you’re fine and sorry if you disrupted anything
  • instead of another ding you get a call
  • you pick you and say hello, trying to slience your tears but it doesn’t work
  • “oh my gosh, are you okay?”
  • “n-no” 
  • so you tell him that you came back to your place to find your bf cheating on you, on your couch, at your place
  • “do you want to come over? maybe you should get out of there” 
  • you agree and he meets you at your door and walks you over
  • after settling you on the couch, and lets you make small talk to Seungkwan who’s trying to make you laugh
  • when Joshua comes back with a cup of tea, Seungkwan gets shooed away by another member
  • “i know you’ll get through this, i’ll be there however to help along the way” 
  • smiling softly, you take a sip of tea, calmer now
  • “i know”

Originally posted by visual-17

Junhui

  • you hate the way you cry
  • you’re definitely not one of those criers who cry angelically
  • nah you’re a scrunched, red faced mess
  • like now, when you’re furiously pacing, waiting for jun to open the door
  • “Y/N! oh my god, come here!”
  • he pulls you inside and engulfs you in a hug
  • “i dont like it when you cry” he says, 
  • his expression is sad while gently wiping your tears
  • you smile sadly and joke, “is it because i look ugly?”
  • “well…”
  • “yah!” 
  • you smack his arm lightly, knowing he’s just teasing
  • “you’re pretty when you’re happy, and being happy is good”
  • “so i should try my best to be happy always?” you finish for him
  • he grins, “yup, that’s right”
  • you start giggling, any trace of crying  gone
  • except for the makeup, which he points out
  • “come on, we have makeup remover somewhere”
  • he wraps an arm around your shoulder in a brotherly way
  • looking down at you, he smiles
  • “you don’t have to talk about it now, okay? let’s just do something fun”

Originally posted by junhoontrash

Soonyoung

  • ‘SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG SOONYOUNG :’((((’
  • you’re freaking out, on the verge of crying as you blow up his phone
  • ‘WHAT WHAT WHATS WRONG!?!?!’
  • you tell him everything that’s going on 
  • ‘actually I’m at your dorm right now, can you please open?’
  • ‘OF COURSE’
  • seconds later you see soonyoung swings open the door, kinda looking like he just sprinted
  • he immediately bear hugs you
  • “everything is going to be okay’
  • you look up at him, tears threatening to fall
  • with everything that’s been going on, you don’t know
  • “how do you know?” you ask, your lip quivering
  • he pulls away slightly and holds you by your shoulders
  • looking into your eyes, he says
  • “because i know you’re a strong person, something like this can’t bring you down”

Originally posted by performanceunit

Wonwoo

  • you start blowing up his phone
  • “WONWOO!!! how could you!! get out here :’‘((”
  • “you’re outside??? what did i do?” 
  • “JUST GET OUT HERE :((”
  • you coming over was pretty common because you lived 2 minutes away
  • he comes out looking very worried and asks you what’s wrong
  • with tears in your eyes, you hand him back his book
  • “how could you do this to me?”
  • right away, his facial expression changes and he bursts out laughing
  • “wonwooooooo i’ve been crying for the past hour!!” shaking his head amused, he swings an arm around our shoulder
  • “how could you not tell me what happens” 
  • he looks amused, “what the heck? you hate spoilers!”
  • agreeing you nod, making him shake his head
  • “okay come on in, then we’ll watch something funny” 
  • looking up at him, you smile hopefully
  • “and order pizza?”
  • ruffling your hair, he laughs and replies
  • “sure sure”

Originally posted by visual-17

Jihoon

  • taking a deep breathe you try to calm yourself
  • grabbing your phone, you dial his number
  • hearing his voice, even if it was just a ‘hello’ calmed you slightly
  • “are you busy right now?”
  • “no, we’re all just eating chicken what’s wrong, why’s your voice shaky”
  • after explaining quietly, and hearing him comforting you and some background noise on his side, 
  • you tell him you’re outside
  • “okay that’s fine i promise, i’ll come out” 
  • meeting eye to eye he smiles softly 
  • “don’t let this stress you out too much okay”
  • ”i don’t know, i really don’t know if i can forgive my mom this time”
  • he grabs your arms and holds them tightly
  • “look at me”
  • you look up at him, distress clearly all over your face
  • “what she did this time, that’s not okay, but is it worth ruining everything?” 
  • “no” you say, lowering your head
  • he pulls you in a hug, resting his head on your shoulder
  • after you pull away, you smile
  • “you’re a really good friend jihoonie” 
  • “i know, now come in and eat chicken before the guys eat it all” 

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Seokmin

  • “SEOKKK” you wail into your phone
  • “Y/NNN WHAT’S WRONGGG?”
  • after you finish explaining, you subconsciously sniffle 
  • “omo are you crying??? y/n where are you!!" 
  • “aniya, i just have allergies okay, i’ll be at your dorm in a sec" 
  • he knows just as well as you, you don’t have allergies 
  • "okay, i’ll be waiting outside" 
  • soon enough, you reach him and he pulls you into a tight hug right away
  • flashing a small smile, he says, "we should go in!! its raining" 
  • he looks down at you, and his eyes twinkle and you know immediately what he’s thinking 
  • "rain~~~~” you both sing,
  • him successfully making you laugh, he suddenly says “look!! your eyes are so red!!" 
  • you give him a blank stare, "i know ive been… sneezing" 
  • “noooo!!! it’s because you’ve been blinded by the seokshine!!" 
  • amused, you say, "where?? its been raining" 
  • “but no matter how much it rains, the sun will always rise the next day" 
  • the both of you become silent, you stare into his eyes, and realize the meaning, his way of comforting 
  • wrapping your arms around him, you hear him make a surprised sound, before wrapping his arms around you too 
  • "you’re not bad at giving advice seok" 

Originally posted by jongindiaries

Mingyu

  • knocking in the door timidly, you back away and wait two seconds later
  • you hear someone clumsily open the door 
  • "mingyu.” you say 
  • and all his eyes need is one look at yours to know something happened 
  • “i just need someone to talk to, even if it’s for one minute, i don’t want to intrude on anything” you say 
  • the moments in your sentence where your breathe catches, let’s him know you’ve been crying 
  • “don’t worry, some members are gone and some are just being lazy and waiting for me to make them ramen" 
  • "you sure?" 
  • when you come in, you force him to let you help him cook so you two are unwrapping the ramen packages 
  • "i know i’m not the best person to talk about things to, but i’m here for you" 
  • looking over at him, you nod with a small smile on your face 
  • "i just need to be in someone’s presence right now" 
  • he nods understandingly and grins 
  • "and scarf down some ramen?" 
  • “um of courseee" 

Originally posted by wonnhao

 Minghao 

  • you can’t breathe 
  • completely clueless in this situation, looking around you get some idea of where you are 
  • "m-minghao?” you say after dialing his number 
  • “huh? y/n? shouldn’t you be sleeping?" 
  • "minghao i just, i’m really close to your dorm, do you think you could come outside and talk to me?" 
  • he answers with an ‘of course’ 
  • so when you reach there, you see him standing outside, a mug in hand
  • "drink this it’s cold out” he hands it too you, which you accept gratefully 
  • then he takes a step forward to get a closer look at you 
  • “why are you dressed in clubbing clothes?? why is your neck kind of red?”
  • he quickly takes his jacket off and hands it to you 
  • putting it on, you duck your head and whimper 
  • “even if someone’s drunk, that’s not a good enough excuse right?" 
  • you feel his stare on you for what feels like forever 
  • then his hands cup your face and you can tell he’s practically glaring at your neck 
  • "its no excuse. remember that no matter what. because you don’t deserve this" 
  • you nod, and take a deep breathe 
  • “thank you a lot, for making me feel better" 
  • "you don’t need to thank me, and stay away from this guy okay" 
  • you agree telling him you’ll break up tomorrow 
  • as you get ready to leave, he grabs your arm and shakes his head 
  • "come inside and wait for a taxi at least, i’m not about to let my friend walk herself home" 
  • nodding slowly, you come in and greet the other members 
  • you and him both sit on the couch and he passes you a controller 
  • "play?" 
  • “yup,” you smile

Originally posted by minghaon

Seungkwan

  • ‘i’m crying.’ you type, and hit send
  • “what happened!?” he replies anxiously, with like a thousand question marks and exclamation points
  • ‘i’m outside, come?” 
  • he reads it and doesn’t reply
  • but seconds later he’ll come outs the door with a nervous expression
  • “i was really debating whether to not to bother you but i need someone to talk too” 
  • “what do you even mean? you can tell me anything!” 
  • you spill all of it, everything that’s been going on
  • “aigoo” without anymore words, he pulls you into a hug
  • and unexpectedly, you start crying
  • patting your back he says, “let it all out okay”
  • sniffling, you joke, “i’m crying because you smell really bad” 
  • “yah! you liar” 
  • “i know i know” you laugh, even though your tears continue to fall
  • “come in, we can order something and eat our hearts out” 
  • meeting each others eyes, you give him a tiny smile,
  • “don’t hold back, we are gonna eat a lot” 
  • “definitely we’ll eat all the bad foods in the world. vegetables what?” 
  • “what are vegetables?” 
  • not even realizing your tears have stopped now, you both plan out all the food you’re gonna order

Originally posted by kyungminie

Vernon

  • you try to silence your crying before picking up the phone
  • “vernon? i’m here” 
  • “ahh okay i’ll come open the door!” he says happily
  • he doesn’t realize anything yet
  • opening the door he says, “hey come i-”
  • his sentence stops short when he looks at your expression
  • “are you okay?” 
  • you respond by silently shaking your head
  • the two of you don’t say anything
  • he just walks towards you and wraps his arms tightly around you
  • after many moments, with his arms still around you, you say
  • “standing out here is weird right?”
  • he nods, “let’s go in”
  • when the two of you walk in, you greet the members, but all of them notice something’s wrong
  • so they leave the two of you alone
  • “do you want to talk about it?” 
  • shaking your head you reply, “no i dont think i’m ready yet, can we just do something else?”
  • “yeah, you want to look at these lyrics” 
  • nodding your head, you smile at him
  • “thank you” 
  • smiling softly, he shakes his head
  • “it’s no problem”

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

Chan

  • you are really unsure of what to do
  • crying isn’t an option anymore, your eyes are tired of it
  • but if tears can go away, why can’t this feeling
  • ‘i’m here’ you text chan
  • you already said your coming, but you didn’t tell him anything
  • “i’ll come open for you” he answers 
  • you wait, rocking your feet back and forth nervously
  • when he open the door, he says his regular greeting
  • but then stops short when he sees your face
  • “have you been crying?”
  • you open you mouth, ready to deny on reflex, but nod anyway
  • “i…we broke up” you say
  • and it feels weird, saying it for the time
  • he opens and closes his mouth in shook
  • “but… what, how?” 
  • you shake your head and spill everything
  • when you’re done, he opens his mouth to say something but decides against it
  • instead he pulls you in for a hug
  • pulling back after, he simply looks at you and flashes a comforting smile
  • “you’ll get through this, we’re young okay?”
  • you nod, trusting him
  • “okay”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

MASTERLIST

~ admin seri

I have just finished binge watching “13 Reasons Why” and if you have no idea what I am talking about, this post might not make much sense to you. So, if you have not, I highly recommend you stop everything that you are doing and go watch the series for yourself. 

If you have, then here we are. We have both witnessed what was waiting at the end of tape number thirteen. Some of you may not agree with or like the outcome that the show brought, and some of you will. I am not here to dispute any of your feelings.

I am here to say this: Hannah Baker is so important. Not because she is the main character of the show. No, it’s something much deeper than that. Unless you have been placed in the same pair of treacherous shoes that you are forced to walk day in and day out, you might not understand where I am coming from.

I am not here to talk about the tapes, and I am not here to discuss whether her actions were right or wrong. I am here to talk about Hannah Baker’s last day on earth. 

As I watched “Tape 7, Side A” I could feel my stomach churn with every flashback of her final moments in Crestmont. I could feel my heart break with her vocalized hope of “giving life one more chance,” even though it was still causing her pain on the inside.

When she sought out the one person who was supposed to be able to provide answers, pushing through the torture of speaking the honest truth and praying for that person to take the reins and bring everything to a pause only for them to make her feel worse than she did going into the conversation. How she stood outside the door, hoping that someone would come after her and take control of the situation but they never did.

How she straightens up her room so she is no longer an inconvenience to her family whom she does not want to upset anymore. When looking in the mirror for the last time and not being about to cry because her body is exhausted from fighting against the storm, having no reaction or attachment to the image staring back. Holding the razor blade in between her fingertips and knowing what she is doing is wrong, but having it be the only option left because every other cry for help has been silenced or overlooked.

And last but not least, the silence that she has been desperately longing for but hating at the same time, filling the room once she has made the deep cuts to her veins.

This episode isn’t fiction. You should consider it a biography. While the people go about their lives living just another day, I have experienced this side of Hannah’s tape far too many times to keep count. Feeling completely numb inside because you already prepared yourself for no one to do a goddamn thing to truly help you, all while mentally scolding yourself for even entertaining the idea of a “chance” in the first place.

Hannah Baker is important because she is just like me. She’s the girl who’s place I’ve stood several times in my life. She’s the girl that I identify with way too much still to this day. When I first watched this scene, I couldn’t breathe. I was nauseous and wanted to skip ahead, but something in my head told me no. That I couldn’t because this was what the twelve episodes before had led up to.

For someone who has previously attempted suicide, I think the show did an incredible job of capturing the final moments of someone’s life and bringing awareness. It’s almost refreshing because, for a very long time, there has been nothing that deals with suicide, rape, etc. blow up in such a “trending” way. The show does not make the situation more light-hearted by having the person be rescued five seconds after making their final decision.  

It was raw.  It was real.

I once publicly posted about my decision to check myself into a mental hospital to seek help for my high-depression after almost driving myself off the interstate and nearly slitting my wrist open all in one night. And I desperately wish I could say it was a success story and I’ve never thought about harming myself again. The truth is, the people who worked at the facility never followed up, and when I personally called seeking more information and help, they never returned my phone calls. The truth is there is not a day that goes by that I do not think about it once. I don’t think it’s something that ever really goes away. 

But I think the worst part about the situation was that many people in my close circle knew from gossiping lips and had the “bless her heart” effect. No one wanted to talk about it. No one asked questions. They just accepted the fact that I wanted to end my life and went on about their business. It seemed like these people in my circle truly believed that talking about suicide would make it happen. And that they were here for me, but only at arms’ length.

This post is not meant to scare you away from viewing the show. It’s not meant for you to have negative thoughts about it either. The show has many layers, Hannah’s suicide just being one of them. There are backstories and evolving characters that guide you through an eye-opening journey through discovering the truth. A real life look into some of the issues throughout schools across the world, and how little things can still have a tremendous effect on someone.

The show is meant to educate. To call for action before something like this happens again. To stop the only efforts for change being posters that say “don’t kill yourself” and start an actual and purposeful conversation. Suicide is such a taboo subject, yet it is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States. Every day, approximately 105 people take their own life. Every thirteen minutes, someone chooses Hannah Baker’s ending.

Over the past few days since the release of the series, there have been many posts in the media claiming that “13 Reasons Why” romanticized suicide and that Hannah Baker is a selfish, self-centered teenager. And sure, people have every right to think that. But through my countless hours scrolling through the tags on social media platforms, it’s comforting knowing that I am not the only mentally-ill person who gives this show a thumbs up.

I guess my plea here is simple. Do not go into the show with preconceived notions that this show is “messed up” and unrealistic. Be aware of trigger warnings at the beginning of episodes and make a judgment call on whether or not you personally can handle a scene. Please keep in mind this scene is how it sometimes goes for some people and is important to some. 

And the last thing on my soapbox, there are so many Hannah Baker’s in the world who need your compassion more than your urgency to get finished with the conversation so that you are able to move on. Don’t be afraid to talk about suicide. You never know who is needing you to speak up the most. 

anonymous asked:

It makes sense why you like Jack now. He's a Sam clone with the same damn tragic backstory!

Okay, I know this is hate, but Imma take a minute to rap on why I think it’s awesome! Because it’s AWESOME!

First of all, there are definitely similarities between Jack and Sam. It’s big and it’s deliberate. Lost mothers, potential for evil, powers they can’t always control or understand, blah blah, you get the idea.

Okay. Great. So, first of all, I’m glad this happened because we got to see Sam Winchester lose his fucking temper finally and for real at Dean. He never had the moment where he was able to say those things. Never able to tell his brother how badly it hurt him that both John and Dean kept a fucking bullet in their revolvers for him should he go darkside. And the thing that brought Dean back from the brink permanently, and not just until the dust had settled again?

Season 8, Episode 23:

Sam: “I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?“

Dean: “Come on, man, that’s not what I meant.”

Sam: “That’s exactly what you meant. You wanna know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can’t do that again. What happens when you’ve decided I can’t be trusted again? And who are you gonna turn to next time, instead of me? Another angel? Another… another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother-”

Dean: "Just hold on. You seriously think that? Because none of it – none of it – is true. Listen man, I know we’ve had our disagreements, okay, hell, I know I’ve said some junk that’s set you back on your heels, but Sam, come on. I killed Benny to save you. I’m willing to let this bastard, and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you! Don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present that I would put in front of you. It’s never been like that, ever. I need you to see that. I’m begging you.“

This was the turning point where Dean took his brother back. But, he’s not saying that Sam isn’t telling the truth. Because he is. Dean’s saying that he’ll take Sam over the other people/monsters he’s turned to. That he won’t become the things he hates because he can’t trust Sam.

And Sam felt, the whole time, like Dean would rather take any evil over Sam because Sam was the greater evil.

And that’s what’s happening with Jack. Or, that’s what could happen. Sam sees Dean treating Jack the same exact way that Dean treated him, only much more obviously and less passive-aggressively, and is telling Dean in no unclear terms that it’s not okay.

That Jack isn’t any more evil because of who he is than Sam was. That nature doesn’t determine nurture, because it didn’t for Sam. But Dean’s shut down completely, and won’t take the hard road while he’s unable and/or unwilling to start processing his grief. We may have seen him strike back at Sam with more emotion than he’s had the last 2 episodes, but he wasn’t angry in grief. He was simply reiterating the reasons he blamed Jack and was tired of telling Sam that. And probably also doesn’t understand why Sam doesn’t agree.

Now, Jack is going to bring back Castiel, not because Dean misses him, and not only because it’ll help clean the ledger a little bit so Dean won’t be so hostile towards him; he’s bringing back Castiel because that dead angel is the link to all of them, and the way that Sam and Dean talk about him, Castiel is the family’s mediator. The one who helps most resolve the conflict. Whether or not that’s actually true is beside the point right now, because Jack’s eked out that conclusion from how the brother’s have talked. Castiel is the one with the answers. The chips on the scale that will tip whether Jack will think of himself as evil or not.

So, do I think Jack is a Sam clone? No, I do not. But their similar stories are getting Sam the catharsis he’s been looking for the past five seasons, and Jack his place in existence.

Kwami Swap AU gone dark - Part 1, Origins

Part 1 (you are here!), Part 2, Part 3

I have to warn you, this is gonna be a hella long post. I’m sorry.

So, I can’t believe how long it took me but I finally realized why I don’t particularly enjoy how the Kwami swap AU is usually portrayed. Or better, I do enjoy it, but in a highly specific setting: the “Akuma somehow gets them to swap powers" one. That, I love. It has so much comedic and character insight potential, how could I not love it? Nothing like getting to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes to better understand them, right? No, what perplexed me was the other kind of Kwami Swap. The “they get the opposite Miraculous from the get go”.

So far, I’ve only seen this AU played out as something fluffy, but I’m talking past the cutesy idea of seeing our heroes in each other’s suits and roles.What could the actual implications of such an idea be, put realistically (as much as you can when talking about a fictional work) into the show’s canon? Because to me that would be a proper nightmare on so many levels that it’s actually kind of interesting. And this, really, is the whole point of this post. Brace yourself, it gets depressing.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Okay do i love Jonerys but do you think people would notice the chemistry if they didnt know about the leaks?

I absolutely believe they would, anon!!!

Look, I can’t speak for other people but I’ve loved this ship for YEARS without any leaks. Without even being a part of the fandom online.

I have already argued extensively here and here recently that Jon and Dany will be a good couple based on chemistry and compatibility. None of this has anything to do with plot leaks at all. I’ve thought they would work together based on their personalities and past experiences, and I think they were both very in-character for this episode. So there are a lot of things contributing to them working well on screen that have nothing to do with people already knowing the outcome going into it!

But just looking at the scenes themselves, yes! They had chemistry that was immediately noticeable. 

When they first meet, I’m talking the first few seconds, I think they have instant chemistry. When Dany speaks first and just says something nice about appreciating Jon making the journey and hoping it was a good trip, we get that cute ass little smile from Jon. 

She calls him “My Lord” and still this is his initial, instinctive reaction. To smile and let that go and still call her, “Your Grace” and thank her. From the outset, he likes her. (I’m not saying romantically yet of course.) But he is happy that she’s being kind and friendly and she is probably someone younger and prettier than he was expecting haha.

Of course moving forward things start to get heated, but even so I felt chemistry in their frustration. I mean, this camera shot was clearly meant to show a significant moment, the intensity of Dany being drawn to get up from the throne and speak to him face-to-face. 

Just like Jon himself tried to approach the throne right before that speak to her more closely but was threatened by the dothraki. 

And we get the stairs scene. My god, bless the stairs scene.

They are both changing their opinions about one another in an obvious way during this scene. When Dany mentions that they both have two brothers who have died, Jon’s look of sad understanding immediately softens the tensions between them and starts to put them on common footing. 

I also really love the moment when Dany says, “we all enjoy what we’re good at,” and Jon says, “I don’t.” (I gifed it here because I am obsessed :P) The look she gave him in that moment showed me that she was very interested and impressed, and she’s starting to see him as a person who has been through a lot, just like she has. A person who is trying to do right by his people, just like she has–and not because he likes it or wants credit, but because he feels obligated to do what’s right. She obviously respects that.

But my favorite moment comes when she agrees to let Jon mine dragonglass when he clearly wasn’t expecting her to give him one of his demands already. He is so visibly and obviously grateful and I think it’s a big step in the right direction for them :). (I gifed that, too. Again, obsessed lol).

I can even see chemistry in their arguing and anger, anon. How many times have we seen heated arguments turn into passionate makeouts on TV and in movies? It’s a pretty frequent thing. And I could see some serious frustration that I personally found hot when they were arguing in this scene. (Again, here’s a visual reference because I have no life :D)

I think the most obvious signs of chemistry come at the end of their interaction for this episode, though. Here we get Jon about to leave Dany to go and mine the glass. But he seems … a little indecisive for a man that hates this woman as much as the antis claim. He seems pretty torn, to me. Like he doesn’t want to leave her side. Again, I’m not so shippy that I think he is into her yet. But I think he definitely has a higher opinion of her than he did five minutes prior and he wants to get to know her better.

Okay I know these look similar but these are THREE SEPARATE INSTANCES OF JON SNOW STARING WISTFULLY AT DANY AND LINGERING/TURNING BACK BEFORE HE FINALLY FREAKING WALKS AWAY FROM HER. I mean??? That’s chemistry. I’m sorry but it is. He is so drawn to her already it’s insane. This song was playing in my head the entire time hahaha.

And Dany during this scene? She is staring determinedly forward, forcing herself not to look back and to appear aloof but you know deep down girl was dying under the scrutiny of Jon Freaking Snow. And how do you know? Oh, maybe by the fact that she also gave him the lingering stare treatment.

Not to mention that during this scene we get to hear the first bit of a musical theme that appears to be specific to Jon and Dany (here.) Having their own theme in itself suggests a relationship being built, but the sad, romantic sound of the music adds to the tone of the scene as well and helps the audience to see what’s happening here.

Like … this ship has sailed. These two are definitely curious about one another and I can’t wait to see where it goes. I think chemistry is an understatement tbh. I love it so much :’)

Anyway anon, I hope this is the answer you were looking for. I am happy to be a dissenting voice among the people loudly insisting that their meeting was just Dany being rude and Jon shutting her down. Because it was really something else entirely. 

We are so blessed :’)

PTSD // p.p.

this contains spoilers for spiderman homecoming so don’t read it if you don’t want to be spoiled :)

The first thing Peter thinks after the battle is that he can finally get some well deserved, extremely wanted sleep.

Of course, he doesn’t account for the massive amounts of homework he’s been skipping in favor of protecting his beloved city, nor does he remember that he still has to keep up regular activities and appearances so May doesn’t get suspicious.

All in all, he doesn’t get the amount of sleep he wishes, and when he does sleep he, well, he doesn’t.

He first realizes that something isn’t normal when he wakes up after the fourth night of the same dream, suffocating under the massive pile of concrete Liz’s dad threw him under.

So he starts taking power naps, fifteen to twenty minutes literally anywhere he can close his eyes. In class, at home, at lunch, anywhere.

Y/N notices something’s wrong after Peter is caught sleeping in class for the fifth time the same day. Frowning, she continues doodling in her notebook, making a mental note to talk to Peter during lunch.

When the time finally rolls around, Y/N pulls Peter to the end of the lunch table, away from prying ears.

“What’s going on with you?” She asks. “It’s eleven thirty in the morning and you’ve already fallen asleep five different times in class.”

“What? Nothing, I’m fine,” Peter shrugs, “just been trying to catch up on homework and stuff, so I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep. But I’m okay.”

He isn’t exactly sure why he decides to lie to her, but the words are out of his mouth before he can contemplate them, and now he can’t take them back.

“Are you sure?” She asks. “Peter you know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles, “I promise.”

Night time is when it’s the worst. Peter can’t sleep with sheets on anymore, or else he wakes up drenched in sweat wrestling to pull his head out of what he believes is concrete until he realizes that he’s only under the covers. He even considers asking May to help him take down his bunk beds, because sometimes he looks up and all he sees is building pieces falling down on top of him until he jolts up and sees that it’s only the top bunk of his bed. He doesn’t ask her though, he doesn’t want to have to come up with a reason why and he can’t exactly tell her the truth. He doesn’t sleep on the top one either, he’s too scared that somehow during the night he’ll throw himself off and break his arm.

Dust. There’s dust everywhere. Concrete crushing his ribs into his lungs as he struggles to breath.

And he’s dying. He can feel it. He tries to yell for help but it only hurts. There’s blood coming from somewhere, probably multiple places at this point and all he can think of is Y/N and how she’s probably laughing with Michelle at the cheesy music they’re playing at homecoming while he’s being crushed to death. He misses her, he loves her. He wishes he could tell her that before he dies but no, death is coming and it doesn’t care that he’s only fifteen years old or that he’s in love or that he’s just trying to keep the peace, it’s speeding towards him like a bullet train and his only regret is he hadn’t been with her longer.

Peter awakes with a jolt, almost slamming his head into the poles of the top bunk as he sits up, breathing heavily and trying to pull the sheets off of the top of his head.

“I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay,” he repeats, trying to slow his breathing as he reaches for his phone.

His fingers dial her number before his brain processes it, running his hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself.

“Peter?” She sounds sleepy, and only then does he realize that it’s almost two a.m. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Just the sound of her voice makes his heart slow to a normal pace, Peter smiling at her worried tone.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” he says, “sorry, I was just…working on English homework and got stuck and called you before I even thought to look at the time.”

“Are you actually doing homework or is this another excuse for one of your missions?” She asks.

Neither.

“Actually homework,” he smiles, “I promise. Missions are over for the time being.”

“Okay,” she replies, “because I worry about you, if you’re hurt you can tell me.”

“No I’m fine, I promise,” he pulls a shirt out of his drawer, setting on his lap, “go back to sleep, I um…”

God just say it. Tell her you love her.

“I’ll see you at school.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at school.”

Peter knows what’s happening to him, of course he does. He’s a smart kid, he knows the symptoms of PTSD.

“You just have to make it through the nightmares,” he whispers to himself, “then you’ll be okay.”

He throws on the shirt, making his way towards the window and slipping out into the crisp air.

He’s at her apartment before he even realizes that’s where he was going, a soft smile on his face when he sees her light on. He notices her window cracked open, just enough for him to hear her conversation.

“I dunno MJ,” she says, pushing some hair behind her ear, “something’s up, he’s acting weird.”

Peter hangs upside down from the fire escape, watching as she sits on her bed.

“No it’s not that, I don’t think he’d ever do that,” she sighs, “but I dunno, he’s not telling me something. He called and said he was doing homework but…I dunno.”

His heart drops, he hates seeing how this is affecting her.

“You’re right you’re right,” she smiles, “I’m just being paranoid. Thanks MJ. I’ll see you at school.”

Peter makes his way back to his own apartment, falling onto his bed with a sigh. He knows he shouldn’t keep this from her, but she already worries about him so much he doesn’t want this to weigh on her. He falls into a fit full sleep, setting alarms for every thirty minutes so he didn’t have time to fall into a deep enough sleep to dream.

Four days later Peter hasn’t gotten much better, and Y/N is noticing more and more.

She can’t talk to Michelle about it, because she doesn’t know the real reason Peter disappears for hours on end. She talks to Ned, but he seems to know just about as much as she does. So she decides to talk to Peter, because he’s her best friend and her boyfriend and she worries about his health.

It’s fourth period and he’s asleep again, longer this time. Y/N realizes he fell asleep almost as soon as class started, but the bell rang two minutes ago and he’s still sleeping.

Before she can wake him up he starts twitching, muttering something she can’t quite make out with his head tucked into his arms.

“Peter,” she says, trying to gently shake him awake.

His head shoots up as he scrambles out of his seat until his back hits the wall, his breathing heavy and uneven.

“Someone…anyone…” he mutters, eyes cloudy and unseeing, “help me…please.”

She knows he’s still dreaming, but she’s terrified for him all the same.

“Peter…Peter it’s okay, I’m here,” she says, kneeling in front of him.

“I’m dying…oh my god I can’t…I can’t breathe,” his chest heaves up and down faster than Y/N thought is humanly possible, “help me…I’m gonna die…please.”

“Peter it’s okay, you’re dreaming,” she says, placing a hand on his cheek to still his head, “I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

She watches as his eyes clear and focus on her, a look of relief washing over his face as he pulls her into his chest, burying his face in her hair.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” he whispers, slightly rocking the two of them back and forth as he calms down.

“You’re okay,” she says, running her hand through his hair, “it was just a dream, you’re okay.”

“Just a dream,” he repeats, nodding his head, “I survived, I’m okay.”

“Look at me,” she says, tilting his head to where their eyes locked, “you were dreaming, everything is okay. I’m okay, you are okay.”

Peter takes in one last deep breath, nodding again. He presses his lips to hers, his head clearing finally as he threads his fingers through her hair.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on with you now?” She asks with shallow breaths, shaking her head. “I can’t handle you having secrets from me.”

“I’ve just…” he trails off, shaking his head, “I’ve been having bad dreams…nightmares really. I think it’s like…PTSD for the whole practically suffocating to death thing,” he laughs lightly, biting down on his bottom lip, “I just keep dreaming that I’m back there and that I’m dying and it…it sucks.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks quietly.

“Because I didn’t want you to worry,” he replies, “because I thought it would go away.”

“How can I help?” She asks, standing up from the classroom floor.

“I don’t…” Peter shrugs, standing up as well, “I don’t know. I don’t know if this is going to go away…the only thing I do know is that I hate being alone.”

“Then I’m going to be with you, however long it takes,” she decides, lacing their fingers together as they head to their next class.

“Y/N?” He asks as they walk down the hall, taking in a subtle deep breath.

“Hm?” She replies, twisting the combination lock on her locker.

“I um…” he swallows, nodding to himself, “I love you.”

She doesn’t freeze up like he expects, instead she continues her movements, pulling a binder out of her locker with a smile on her face.

“I love you too Peter,” she replies, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He feels his heart beat speed up, but this time it had nothing to do with dreaming of being crushed to death. No, this was happiness.

“C'mon spidey,” she smiles, “it’s time for chem.”

vmin fic rec (long post)

for @noonaornah sorry this took so long <3

(these are only some of my faves and by no means a comprehensive list so feel free to rec me some of your faves!!)

A Guide to (Not) Keeping Your Relationship a Secret by skateboardsound

In which Jimin and Taehyung try (and fail) to navigate a secret relationship in a dorm with five other boys and Bangtan holds an intervention

Teen | complete | fluff and humour 

my last breath (take it) by YinKai

In which Kim Taehyung is taken by his clan’s leaders: an adult-child alpha and a two-faced beta.

Explicit | incomplete | vminkook, side yoonseok and namjin | a/b/o, angst, smut, read the tags!

Just One Day by orphan_account

Jimin and Taehyung spend some time alone in their room.

Explicit | complete | smut, pwp, fluff

swipe right for a cute time by ambernights

Flirting on Tinder with a gorgeous boy 88km away is a great way to take your mind off a low-life cheating dickhead.

Explicit | complete | sexting, masturbation, social media au

the other half of him(self) by likebreaker

Taehyung opens his eyes at the sound of Jimin’s tinkling laughter. “Does my dick amuse you, Jimin?”

Jimin licks his lips, smile threatening to engulf them both. “I just really love you,” Jimin says, voice just on the right side of teasing.

or vmin fucking with a lot of gross feelings.

Explicit | complete | smut and feelings

L'art pour l'art by MarionetteFtHJM

Taehyung, high-school dropout at the young age of 15, is now 18 and in some deep shit. His supposed ‘team’ isn’t helping and it serves him right, he should have studied math.This is what he gets for pursuing a life of crime.

(Or: Taehyung tries to steal a painting and gets caught, cue fake it till you make it)

Explicit | complete | modern setting, thieves au, side yoonseok, kinda twist ending, humour, smut at the end

I’d Give Up Forever to Touch You by karilando777

Only 48 hours (that’s only like 3000 minutes) until Jimin is home. Taehyung can hardly wait.

Explicit | complete | modern au, military au, fluff and smut with light angst

Can You Trust Me? by lethallergic (orphan_account)

It’s only been a few weeks since they started experimenting beyond the realms of friendship, but there’s a first time for everything.

Explicit | complete | smut, fluff, first times

some good clean fun. by atechamcham

it wasn’t weird for taehyung, jimin, and jeongguk to take showers together.

Explicit | complete | vminkook | pwp, smut, threesome

Pumpernickel Bread by Vulgarwords

When Jimin opens the door at 4 o'clock in the morning he isn’t sure what to expect, but a bright-haired boy with a craving for pumpernickel bread, definitely was not on his list of possibilities.

Not rated | complete | smut, neighbours au, crack 

now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace? by partytillthesundown (metalgr3ymon)

Prince Jimin won’t want him now, Taehyung’s father told him as much. Betas didn’t end up with powerful alphas like Jimin, he said, and Taehyung’s heart broke. Betas only ended up with either each other or with the less popular alphas and omegas. Jimin won’t want him. Taehyung doesn’t stand a chance now.

or, the one where Taehyung presents as a beta and his entire world comes crashing down

Explicit | complete | a/b/o, alpha jimin, beta taehyung, smut, angst with a happy ending

Aiming for Nirvana by Jihoonwoozi

There’s something about Jimin…

Explicit | complete | pwp, smut

gimme that, gimme that by causeitsred

Taehyung takes it upon himself to help the new intern with his stress levels.

That’s it.

Mature | complete | office au, semi public sex, blowjobs, pwp

three’s a crowd, but four’s a damn good time by skateboardsound

It boils down to this: Hoseok and Yoongi want to watch their boyfriends have sex.

Explicit | complete | vhope, yoonmin, vmin, yoonseok | smut

Down For Three by taeharem

It’s hard to do your homework when your boyfriends are making out at the foot of your bed.

Explicit | complete | vminkook | pwp, threesome

Just Breathe by 1995soulmates

Jimin has just had the hottest idea of his life.

Explicit | complete | dom jimin, sex toys, pwp

Puppy by miyukitsune

Prompt: au where vmin are amature porn stars + tae talks about the dogs he petted that day when jimin’s balls deep bc he forgot to mention it

Explicit | complete | pwp, porn blog au, camboy au, read the sequel!!

i just wanna see you shine (and i shouldn’t cry) by peachguk

It’s always worse when you trust someone.

Explicit | complete | assassin and hitman au, smut, choking

original pink by taekookandco

Taehyung’s teammate gets too handsy, and Jimin, student council president, needs to remind him just who he belongs to.

or the one where soccer player taehyung’s boyfriend, jimin, gets jealous.

Mature | complete | pwp, sports au, daddy kink, jealous jimin, semi public sex

Completely Platonic…. by Toshiba19

The four times that Jimin and Taehyung said they were platonic and the one time they realize they’ve probably been dating all along.

Explicit | complete | smut, idol verse, friends to lovers, humour

That Looks Tasty by apocryphalic

What happens after the legendary ISAC of 2017 also known as that time Taehyung gets fingered, eaten out and fucked by Jimin, in that exact order.

Explicit | complete | top jimin, possessive jimin, pwp

irritated by minfairy

Taehyung is annoyed by almost everything Jimin does and he has no idea why (spoiler: it’s because he caught feelings).

Explicit | complete | friends to lovers, smut

bigtown boys by stoplight

New York’s all about looking up at skyscrapers and going down on your knees.

Explicit | complete | model au, smut, top jimin, it’s a prequel so read the rest it is amazing!!!

Let Me Complicate You by taehansik

Taehyung drives Jimin crazy, and thankfully the younger is happy for them to explore some things together.

Explicit | complete | pwp, cross dressing, lots of kinks read the tags!!

A Darkness Untouched by SineVestigio

Kairos School of Art is Taehyung’s dream school. Since he was a little boy, Kim Taehyung has loved painting more than anything, so when he gets accepted to the elite school, he is ready to start his life as a painter. He hopes to leave his horrible past behind and start his own life, but pieces of that dark world still linger until he meets six strange boys. Taehyung is pulled into their curious way of life, where they share everything….and everyone.

Not rated | incomplete | vmin vkook namjin jikook | artists, smut, some fluff, read the tags!! 

I want you, to want me by papa_ya

Taehyung stumbles across a VMIN fanfic while procrastinating on his laptop.

Sexual confusion ensues.

It ends in the two of them fucking, while Taehyung’s life seemingly collapses around his ears.

Explicit | complete | idol verse, smut, friends to lovers, fluff and angst

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The Road to Redemption: Arrow 5x11 Review (Second Chances)

Arrow introduced Tina Boland tonight, the new BC, and while we didn’t hit a lot of thematic new ground with her character, they set up an interesting juxtaposition between her, Oliver, Felicity and the road one takes to redemption.

My reference to the three characters in no  way means that I see a love triangle. Sometimes I’m gonna have to write their names all together in a sentence. 

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