oh hey look! i finally made these!

headcanon time! so @deohsogay and i were talking and as we all know, vasquez is a giant fucking lesbian and has been out and proud since she was in high school probably and long story short, her gaydar is off the charts

so OBVIOUSLY she has alex figured out from the moment she steps into the deo. and at first she’s not sure if alex is just lowkey and private but then she realises wow alex does not know that she is in fact a giant lesbian

and this amuses vasquez to no end because alex is the gayest gay to ever gay in the history of gay, and she has absolutely no idea. and after a while it gets to vasquez and she cant hold it in anymore so their conversations go a little like this

‘vasquez i got a new motorbike!’
‘i said yay! how exciting!’

‘vasquez i went to the movies last night and saw this one with kristen stewart in it she’s so cool i really like her’
‘what was that?’
‘thespian! you love actors!’

and when maggie shows up on the scene, you bet your ass vasquez hears all about the stupid, short, dimpled cop with shiny eyes who annoys the shit out of alex and vasquez is like oh my god she has a crush is this what it feels like to be proud of your children and she watches closely at the way alex smiles when maggie is around and she sees the way maggie looks at alex and she’s like ‘i give them three months and theyll be engaged’

‘it’s okay, vasquez i dont need back up, maggie’s coming with me’
‘you are so gay’
‘excuse me?’
‘you sure youre okay?’

ANYWAY so after this back and forth for years, FINALLY alex approaches vasquez one day and is like ‘hey susan did you know that maggie and i are dating and also i am gay’

and vasquez goes OH THANK GOD! and she pulls out this huge fucking scrapbook and it’s called DEOh So Gay: The Gaygent Danvers Story by susan vasquez and it’s literally a scrapbook made up of sneaky photos she took of alex’s gayest outfits and also written down documentation of every time alex said or did something gay and alex is blushing and also laughing because she’s so happy she’s come so far and vasquez is a good friend and also maggie loves it and it sits on their coffee table for the rest of their lives

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Prompt: Bill and reader gets into a fight (Requested by itsthecomet) 

Warnings: None 

Originally posted by wellclutchmypearls

Originally posted by geordieshoregifs

You sighed as you called your boyfriend for the freaken 10th time that night. You knew he was consistently busy with his acting career but you still liked at least knowing he was alive enough to say “Hi”. You had sent him at least 50 messages and now were calling him pacing back and forth in your apartment.

Your fingernails were bitten down to the nub, your hair was messed up from constantly raking your fingers through it, and you were sure you looked like crap.

“Hey this Bill, sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone right now-”

You cursed just about ready to throw your phone against the wall but held back and pressed the end call button. Once again not available. Should you be concerned he was cheating on another woman? I mean you had heard him talk about this beautiful blonde who he was supposed to kiss in a movie who kept flirting on him constantly.

Yet he would always remind you that he was in love with you, not her. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder and to his eyes you were his diamond beauty. At least that’s what he claimed. You continued to pace biting your finger this time and constantly turning on your phone to see if you got a message.


Still nope.



You already know the answer…

Finally 11:00 pm rolled around and you were sitting on the couch watching the old 90’s cartoons on the TV trying to take your mind off. You kept constantly looking at your phone ever once in a while, bouncing your leg and glancing from the phone to the door to the TV again and again.

Finally you heard the door lock click and straightened up suddenly awake as you stared at the door intensely. Bill stepped through and pulled his keys from the door handle with his jacket draped over his arm.

“Oh, hey babe! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” Bill said smiling.

You didn’t say anything and watched as he hung his coat in the closet by the door before heading over to the kitchen.

“I made dinner for you…it’s cold now.” You said your voice dry and showing obvious annoyance.

“Oh I had dinner with my buds at the pub.” He said casually as he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice.

You dug your nails into your arms struggling to bite back from snapping at him.

“What’s wrong babe?” Bill asked walking over.

He sat down next to you and attempted to wrap his arm around you but you escaped his grasp and crossed your arms, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! What’s wrong is that you didn’t text me all day! I sent you over 50 emails and called your phone at least 10 times!!!”

“I’m sorry my phone died.” He apologized.

“Well…what’s that on your neck?!” You demanded nearly shouting.

Bill jumped and raised his hand to his neck covering the bruise, aka hickey on the side of his neck with a faint but noticeable bright red lipstick stain.

“In this scene we had to do Jessica and I had to have a make out scene but she enjoyed it too much.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes your blood boiling at the mention of that blonde bitch, “Are you cheating on me?”

“Calm down-”

“No! No I’m not gonna calm down!” You shouted, “Your cheating on me with that blonde bitch!”

“Will you just listen!” He shouted raising his voice as well.

“No I will not listen! Because all you say now a days is lies! This is the 3rd time this WEEK you’ve done this!” You shouted louder.








You couldn’t take it anymore and stormed over to the front door slipping on your shoes.

“Where are you going?!” Bill demanded.

“I’m leaving!” You spat rushing over to the door.

You threw the door open and just narrowly escaped Bill trying to grab you.

“(Name)!” He called watching as you ran down the hallway.

Bill cursed and slammed the door shut kicking the door as well before slumping against the wood and raking his fingers through his slicked back hair. He let out a deep breath through his mouth and leaned his back against the door. Bill knew his career was really stretching out your relationship.

He was constantly traveling and hardly ever had a chance to call you since he was so busy. And lately he’d been coming home late due to the director wanting to finish the movie sooner.

God he was such an idiot

Meanwhile you were outside walking down the street late in the night. It was cold and you were sure your fingers were numb from hypothermia making you wish you had grabbed a sweatshirt before you left. You just needed to distance yourself from him…or never return. Seeing that hickey on his neck had just made you snap.

You were just…you were just so stressed out. With your job being sucky, your boss yelling at you, your co-workers not bothering to work and just…everything. And then Bill coming home late didn’t help much with your day. You realized you were crying and wiped your face with the back of your hand.

You looked up from where your feet were guiding you and found you were at the local park. This was where you had met Bill. You were walking your friend’s dog Tidus when he started barking at a squirrel and had broke the cheap leash to chase after it. Bill was in the right place at the wrong time right next to the tree the squirrel had decided to climb up.

Your friends dog was clearly a big dog and after he saw his prey had ran away he noticed Bill who was staring dumbfounded. Despite his size Tidus was a friendly dog and laid down next to him putting his head on his lap for Bill to pet. You came rushing over frantically apologizing and of course he was cool with it.

You tried to take Tidus away but he was a stubborn dog and wouldn’t let you take him. He placed his head in Bill’s lap signaling he wanted to be with him. So Bill had to walk with you home to get Tidus to move and that’s how your relationship began.

Walking your friends stubborn dog.

You had been dating for 3 years now but due to Bill’s acting career everything’s been putting a weight on your relationship. Not money of course but not seeing or communicating with each other. Everyday he wake you up and give you a quick kiss before leaving for the entire day. You couldn’t remember the last time you both had just woke up and spent hours just curled up together dozing off occasionally.

You finally decided to sit down on a wooden bench that only made you feel colder. You were violently shivering uncontrollably and noticed you could see your breath floating in the air as vapor before dissolving. You laid down on the bench and curled up as best as you could using your arm to prop your head up.

You closed your eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Sometime later you stirred when you felt a heavy fabric being draped across you. You opened your eyes and saw Bill was in front of you looking concerned with his phone pressed to his ear.

“She’s alive-she just woke up now.” The man said to who ever he was calling on his phone, “Alright. Thanks Alex.”

You sat up and whatever was on you slumped down. You noticed he had placed his wool jacket on top of you and put it on the smell of his cologne still lingering on it.  coat.

“I’m…so sorry (Name) I didn’t mean to-I…”

“It’s okay.” You said softly burying your cold nose into the jacket.

“Im sure you wanna go home now?”

You nodded and opened your arms making him grin and laugh a little. He easily picked you up and carried you back home allowing you to doze off on his shoulder. When he arrived back home he had to set you down in front of your building which you whined about that he was forcing you to walk.

He just ruffled your hair and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to your apartment. As soon as you walked in you made a b-line for the bedroom you and him shared and quickly changed into pajama bottoms and one of his shirts before crawling into bed. Bill followed behind you and smiled noticing you were already half asleep.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him so you were spooning. He kissed your neck making you groan that you wanted to sleep and he smiled and lovingly said, “I talked to my agent and I got tomorrow off so we can cuddle as much as you want. Sound good?”

You turned around so you were facing him and smiled,

“Do you really need to ask?…”

Epilogue: So yeah I have more Bill Skarsgard prompts I will post so he excited for that! Thanx for reading! =)!


Ghostbusters! (x)


Definition: Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with.

Word Count: 2,866.

A/N: In honor of the official premiere for SM:HC, I came up with this insanely cute fic that will just about melt your heart. (you can thank me later) Hope you enjoy! <3 (no spoilers)

* credit to the note saying used is found here.

Originally posted by spiderholland

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Okay so @xxtorchxx did the thing, prompted by @bridgetteirish and @reginalovesemma. I’m just finishing what they started. M’lud.

Alex knows that a cupcake isn’t enough, not for Kara’s appetite or for the level of damage to her feelings. It had been tough to choke back revulsion long enough to pretend that the alien frat boy might be a viable option, but thankfully Kara had been talked off that ‘complicated’ subject pretty quickly. She’d all but chased Alex out of the door before midnight, unheard of for their late night gossip sessions.

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How can you stand there?

A whisper from me

Yet, somehow be so far away

In eyes once familiar how stranger I seem

With so many words left to say

Day Five | Part 5

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: It’s done!! I hope you guys enjoy this. I really loved writing this series and everyone’s feedback on it. I hope to do more of these quick series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has supported me these past few days! Part four can be found here.

You were still in shock about Peter, Friday morning. You didn’t know if you should tell him that you knew or just keep it to yourself, but you also then remembered that you did in fact tell Spider-Man, well Peter, that you liked him, that you had a crush on him. You told him how you felt. You didn’t know how you will face Peter at school today. You even decided to get up earlier and head to school before he did with your mom just to avoid the possibility of seeing him. However, you knew you couldn’t avoid him in Chemistry. Also, Homecoming was today to make things even more stressful. You had to get home immediately and start getting ready. You were starting to get nauseous at everything you had to face today. It was going to be a long day.

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The Reveal

Pairing(characters): Jensen x Reader, Jared, Genevieve, 

Summary: Just two weeks after giving birth Jensen is excited to finally reveal to the fans and the world your newborn. You’ve kept the secret but how will everyone react?

Word Count: 1118

Warnings: Daddy!Jensen (yeah, that’s a warning), mostly fluff, giant dorks, typical J2 banter, talk of exhaustion but briefly

A/N: Randomness has been popping into my head lately. I hope y’all enjoy. And thanks to @impalaimagining and all her excitement. And always, thanks to my roommate for putting up with me @thisisnowmylife-gdi

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

  “Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!” Richard yelled into the microphone before he patted each man on the shoulder and exited the stage. The crowd erupted in cheers and screams as each man gave bows and waved to the fans gathered in the large room.

 “Hey guys!” Jared said as the room began to quiet down. The whole room responded in kind which made Jensen smile as he sipped on his second coffee of the day.

 “Hello, hello.” The words finally came out after he swallowed down the contents of his cup.

 “Before we get started, I think everyone has something to say to you.” Jared looked over at his best friend.


“Congratulations!” The shouts and cheers came from the room and grew louder as Jared quickly wrapped Jensen in a hug.

 After the room finally grew quieter Jensen smiled and quickly said into his mic. “Thanks! God, I’m exhausted. Is this how you always feel?” He had turned to Jared.

 “Try having three kids. Not just the newborn.” Jared teased.

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Klance headcanon

I feel like Lance “flirts” with everyone on the team/crew because that’s just his style. Fun puns, pick up lines, teasing and stuff like that. I bet he subconsciously flirts with Keith more than anyone else, not only because I love Klance, but just because he could probably find a bunch of things to tease him over and enjoy Keith’s reactions to his flirts, which would probably funny, amazing and cute. Eventually because of the heat and pressure of the battles and Lance slowly falling for Keith and becoming more nervous and awkward around him, he might stop flirting with him. Keith is so used to the flirting that when Lance stops he feels unsettled. One day they find themselves alone, maybe eating or something at an obscure time because they both have crazy schedules. Here’s their conversation after a bit of awkward silence:

K: Hey, are you… mad at me?

L: No, of course not. Why would you think that?

K: Well, you haven’t been telling me those corny pick up lines lately.

L, blushing and looking away: Oh, yeah…

K: And I made a bunch of my own to tell you and finally beat you at it for a change and you haven’t given me a chance to do it.

L, bursting out in laughter with a soft smile: Oh really? Gimme your best one.

K: Oh, man I didn’t think this through… my list is in my room. *runs to go get it*

Keith comes back and Lance is just smiling and laughing at how bad they are and helping him improve them and falling for him even more throughout the whole thing.

Relationship Goals- Cole Fluff

Request:  May i ask for a Cole imagine? where YN like Cole is a former disney child star,but she stepped out from the spotlight for some time for herself and reunited with Dylan and Cole in college where they started to date The fans LOVE them together( they’re couple goals) and when it’s revealed that she’ll play Sabrina Spellman on Riverdlae, even the cast (also fans) freak out. what do you think?

Warnings: Mild language, fluff.

Notes: btw, J.B. Moranville is the actual producer of the show and Lee (Toland Krieger) is one of the actual directors too :) The scene that she’s shooting is when Veronica and Cheryl have a sleepover, but instead of Veronica, it’s Sabrina (your character) 


My head was buried in a book, at the library of NYU. A tap on my shoulder disturbed me from my intense study. Probably another fan. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when a fan comes up to me and asks for a photo or autograph, but it’s times like this -when I’m stressed for exams- when it’s not a good time to disturb me. I turn around though, and was faced by Dylan Sprouse - my best friend from when we were kids. Dylan, his twin Cole and I were the best of friends -inseparable even- when we were kids, because we were all childhood actors. We drifted apart due to life being thrown at us from all different directions. 

“Dylan! Oh my god! What are you doing here!”, I ask, leaping out of my seat and embracing him tightly. 

“Oh this and that”, he laughs. “Nah, Cole and I study here”

“Holy shit! How did I not know this”,I laugh. 

“Hey, sit with me at lunch? I’m over by the Washington Square Park”, Dylan smiled at me. I nod and agree. We said our goodbye’s and I went back to studying. 

– Lunch –

I made my way to the park area of the uni where Dylan said he’d be. As I got closer, I saw Dylan and a couple of his friends. 

“Ayee, look who finally showed up!”, Dylan laughed, getting up from his seat and embraced me.

“Cole, look who studies here too”


“Cole!”, I shrieked in excitement and embraced him in a tight him. I sat down in between Dylan and Cole and joined in on the conversation they were having with their friends.

– 5 years later –

Cole and I started dating a few months after we re-united at NYU. We announced it to the fans too; they absolutely love and support us, and we’ve been called “relationship goals” a lot. A Majority of our fans ships Cole and I.

Cole is currently working on a new tv show called ‘Riverdale’. The producer, J.B. Moranville, has asked if I would like to play the new character that’s being introduced named ‘Sabrina Spellman’. Of course, I agreed and have been filming for about two weeks. The whole cast and crew even call Cole and I “goals”. When we announced it to the fans, they went insane (in a good way of course). They came up of lots of theories about Jughead -Cole’s character -  and Sabrina getting together in the show, and most of them have even started shipping them.

“Oh, Y/n. Are you ready for the scene now?”, Lee, the director, asked. I nodded and placed myself on Cheryl’s bed and we shot the scene. 

“And cut!”, the director called out. “Take 15 everyone”. I got up and saw Cole and K.J messing around behind the cameras.

“Great job today, Y/n”, K.J smiles and high-fives me. I laugh and thank him.

“Do you get off early tonight?”, Cole asks me.

“Yeah I think so. Do you?”

“Yeah. Do you wanna do something?”, Cole asks. K.J laughs and smirks at us. I roll my eyes and reply;

“Nah, I’m too tired. Sleep is the only thing I want to do”

“Besides Cole of course”, K.J winks. I laugh and agree. 

“Sleep’s fine with me”, Cole says after laughing for a bit. 

After a few more hours, I get dressed into some sweatpants and one of Cole’s jumpers and wait for him to arrive back from set. I heard the door open after a few minutes of waiting.


“In here”, I call from the bedroom. Cole comes in within a matter of seconds and plops down on the bed, releasing a sigh of relief. 

“Relatable”. Cole laughs at my statement. 

“Let me go get changed and then we can cuddle”

“Sounds good to me”, I smile at him.

Entry #1 - About Last Night - Smut - By @maddie110201

Originally posted by punksciles

Author: @maddie110201
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,123
Prompt:  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.”

“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true.” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

Justin and I have been together for 6 years now. We met when we were 19 through a mutual friend and have been together ever since. He was my best friend and i loved him so very much. From old photos to new ones, I could tell that Justin had aged since we have been together, and it made my heart flutter knowing I was his soulmate. There was a slight problem, however…I have not aged one bit.

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Teenage Feysand Pt. 2

So, I was going to wait to post this later, but it all came to me at once, and I just couldn’t wait. Thank you all for the positive feedback for this fic. I’m so grateful that y’all liked it. I’m most definitely going to write part 3 now, so stay tuned. 

Feyre made it her own personal goal to torture me with wanting any time we were together. She always stood too far away to touch but not far enough for me to get away from that intoxicating scent of hers.

One afternoon, we had a camp meeting with all the Illyrians in training. My brothers and I were standing in the back of the room, trying to stay away from the attention of Lord Devlon. He wouldn’t touch me, but he would make an example of my brothers if one of us got out of line. I made to give Cassian a pointed look to keep quiet while the camp leader spoke. He merely gazed back at me and shrugged. That’s when I noticed the golden-brown head making its way through the gathered crowd to come stand at my side. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed Feyre’s attire. She was in full Illyrian fighting leathers in all their skin-tight glory. Fingers snapped in my face rather impatiently a moment later.

“Honestly, Rhys, I’m beginning to find your staring uncomfortable,” Feyre said and turned back to the meeting taking place. I noticed the slow blush that crept up her neck to her cheeks though and decided that I particularly liked how she looked when she was flustered.

So, naturally, I leaned into her, making sure to brush my lips over the shell of her ear, as I whispered, “Well, Feyre, I can’t help but stare when you look absolutely irresistible.” Her cheeks reddened further at my remark, but I simply turned back to Devlon barking something about our inability to keep our barracks clean. I could feel Feyre’s eyes on me, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly I wanted to kiss her at that moment. I was doing an excellent job of pretending she didn’t exist until I felt a finger brush down the inside of my left wing.

I shuttered at the touch, but gritted my teeth. Feyre was not Illyrian, but she knew how sensitive Illyrian wings were, which was exactly why she knew where to touch to drive me crazy. She ran another finger down the membranous inside of my wing, and I lost it. In an instant, I had her by the hand and was dragging her out the door of the meeting hall with a look back at Cassian to cover for me if they came looking. My brother just gave me a smirk and whispered something to Azriel that had them both laughing under their breath.

When we were in the safety of the forest, far enough that any sound wouldn’t cause alarm, I finally let go of Feyre’s hand and turned to face her.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to shove her against a tree and take her like she was mine. Feyre flinched at my tone and looked mortifyingly apologetic.

“Rhys, I-I’m sorry. I thought you-Oh my god I’m such an idiot,” she said and turned away from me, wrapping her arms around herself. I instantly felt terrible at the crack in her voice and made to grab her arm, but she flinched away from my touch.

“Hey…Feyre. Feyre, please look at me,” I said earnestly. She turned her head slightly, allowing me to gaze into her eyes. “I’m not angry with you. It just caught me off guard. Please talk to me,” I pleaded.

She finally turned to me fully but remained silent. I realized she was thinking of a way to get out of this, so I said suddenly, “Tell me what you’re thinking, and I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

She didn’t seem thrilled about this idea, but she gave me a small smile and said, “I’m thinking that you’re rather adorable when you’re all horny and frustrated. I’m thinking that your reputation with females should scare me away, but I can’t seem to stay away from the pretty son of the High Lord…”

“You think I’m pretty?” I said with a grin. She punched my arm at that and glared at me, “I think you’re a pompous ass.” My grin widened, and I took a bold step closer to her, making her take a cautious step back towards the tree behind her.

I halted my advances when she looked up at me expectantly, waiting to hear my thoughts. I looked down at her, and my smile turned softer as I took in her features.

“I’m thinking…” I said slowly, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger, “I’m thinking that I’ve never been this obsessed with getting a female’s attention before. I’m thinking that I might die if you reject me again. I’m thinking that you are so damn beautiful that sometimes I can’t control myself around you, and if that makes me a pompous ass then I apologize, but I cannot stay away from you, Feyre. And I don’t know why, but it scares the hell out of me.”

She looked up into my face then and smiled. Not the same small smiles that she normally gave me, but a broad grin so beautiful it took the breath right out of me.

“Kiss me, Rhys,” she said, fisting the front of my loose cotton shirt in her small hands. I did. I leaned in slowly and kissed her with the gentleness that she deserved. I let the kiss be slow until she initiated anything else, but I almost lost it when her hands slid into my hair, and she tugged. I groaned against her mouth and pushed her back against the tree. Her small gasp at the impact sent chills down my spine, and I quickly claimed her mouth again. This time she was the one to groan, and I nearly passed out as she bit down on my lower lip and her tongue asked for entrance.

I gladly obliged her, and our tongues began fighting for the chance to explore. I let hers win, and another shiver went down my spine as she explored my mouth. I felt like I was on fire, like this might be how I was going to die, against this tree with Feyre’s mouth on mine. Before I could reach for the hem of her shirt, before I could explore her body, a throat cleared behind us.

Shit,” I muttered and turned to find my mother standing behind us.

“RHYSAND ADAM!” my mother exclaimed as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and tugged me away from Feyre, “You know I am an understanding mother, but a little warning would be nice before you go off with your girlfriend. I’ve been looking for you for the entire afternoon. Oh, hello Feyre, you’re looking lovely.” Feyre blushed further and gave my mother a short wave.

I threw an apologetic look at Feyre and turned back to my mother, “Mom…I told Cas and Az to tell you where I was. I’m sorry.”

She looked unsatisfied with my answer, but she suddenly turned to Feyre, who was looking everywhere but at my mother’s warm face. “Darling, don’t look so mortified. If only you knew what Rhysand’s father and I have been caught doing in this very fore-”

“MOTHER PLEASE,” I screamed in horror. She merely laughed and made her way back towards the camp. About a hundred yards away, she turned back to us and said with a small smile, “Rhysand, I expect you to bring Feyre to dinner. Of course, if that’s alright with you, Feyre.” Feyre nodded, and my mother, satisfied, continued her walk back to the camp.

When she was out of sight and ear shot, I walked back to Feyre and took her hands in mine, “I apologize for my mother. She’s a gentle creature, but she is a meddling little thing.” A fond smile came to my lips at the thought of my mother. Feyre merely brushed back a stray strand of my too-long hair from my forehead and smiled, “I guess I’d better go get dressed for family dinner then.”

She ducked under my arm and started walking back the way my mother had exited. I stood there admiring the swing of her hips in her fighting leathers until she turned back to me and said, “Are you coming with me or not?”

I realized then that I would go anywhere if it was with her. I ran to join her, a smile playing at my lips at the realization that had come to me. “What are you smiling about?” she asked with a wary look in my direction. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and said, “Oh, nothing you need to be concerned with.” She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she just wrapped her arm around my waist, and we walked like that back to the camp where family dinner awaited us. I sent a silent prayer to the Cauldron for my family not to fuck this up.

Fire Burns Brighter In The Dark.

Request from @brynnleemua​:Hi um could i ask for an imagine where you’re a new avenger and you’re the daughter of ghost rider (you have the same powers but you have red hair) and your powers come out when the team is attacked and after they are really surprised and bucky falls for you? Sorry its long but i love the idea

Note: Hope this is okay! I haven’t seen Ghost Rider so I looked up what he could do and I am PRAYING I did okay with this request for you :)

Bucky x Ghost Rider’s Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,251

Warnings: Violence, anger, injury, death and language.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Your bright red locks of hair fell in front of your face as you looked down at the briefing you had just been given in the meeting. It was your first one as part of The Avengers team and you hadn’t yet gained the full trust of every member so you needed to make sure you knew every detail of how the mission was going to play out, well, as much as could be planned anyway; when it came to this Hydra organisation you could only assume that even the best of plans would only stretch so far, they weren’t the most predictable of people.

You knew that you had a lot to offer the team, possessed powers that even rivalled those of the Maximoff twins and maybe even Thor himself, but being able to gain the trust of those around you had never been easy. It had always been the same thing ever since you were young; as soon as people found out who you were it was like you were contagious or something….they didn’t want to be within ten feet of you. But that wasn’t what hurt you the most, no, it was the look of sheer terror enveloping their eyes that really stuck in you like a knife to the chest. Never had you done anything to them but that didn’t matter….

….not when you were Ghost Rider’s daughter. He may have fought the bad guys but to most the form in which he took when doing so was the stuff of nightmares. So, instantly, they wanted to avoid seeing you do the same.

It was this kind of attitude that made you determined to change how people would see you. You learned to control your transformation to the point where the only part of you that turned skeletal was your left arm; your hair would still erupt into flames that would then travel down your body but your appearance was far less terrifying than your fathers.

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Mommy Says

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 4,153ish (I did not expect that)
T/W: Fluff!
A/N: For Adorable Anon’s request: “Philip x reader where they’re married and have two daughters and Philip insists on the reader taking a day to herself while he watches the kids and it’s just a disaster lmao but it’s a cute disaster.”
Hahah, poor Philip! This is so cute! Also, yes, the kids call him daddy. I can’t see a 5 year old calling her father: father, or dad so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) (Mia is 5 and Riley is 7)
Tags: @justfangirlingaround@applesislife@iworshipmusicals

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” 

Philip felt as if he was in a waterbed with the way your two little girls, Mia and Riley were bouncing on the bed. He rolled onto his back as they continued to beckon him to well…wake up. Squinting when one of the girls pulled the curtain open to reveal the bright and shining sun outside. The other jumped up, landing on Philip, he didn’t even respond, her tiny body didn’t make much of a difference, even when falling on him. He placed his hands over his eyes, groaning a little after glancing at the clock. It was only 8:30. 

“Wake up!” Riley giggled, poking his bicep from the side of the bed as Mia shoved at his chest, over and over again.

Walking past the bedroom you saw what they were up to. Sighing, you entered the room. Pulling the curtains back, Philip hummed, as you fixed the situation. You gently moved Riley out of the way, sending her the direction of the door. Next, you picked up Mia, taking her off of Philip’s chest, telling her she is not Tarzan, nor is he. Setting her down you bent down to talk to them by the doorway. 

“Come on, girls, what did I say?” you asked in a gentle, but stern tone.

“Today’s daddy’s day off…,” they told you, looking at the floor. 

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hey y’all i know it’s been a while but i am back with a new fic! it’s one of my favorites and stars my love George Weasley. i have a bunch of new fics coming with peter parker, remus lupin, and barry allen. so, enough chatting, time for the fic! ps. request are open and feel free to send me your thoughts on my writing!!

     I was awaken from a peaceful slumber by loud yelling and my bed being jumped upon. Groggily, I rolled over and shoved my face into my pillow while groaning. The jumping and screaming on grew louder as the culprits notice I was waking up.

      “Come on!! Get up, it’s Saturday! It’s Hogsmeade day!” whined a familiar voice. I recognized the voice right away. It was my roommate and good friend, Ginny Weasley. That could only mean that the other person jumping on my bed was her partner in crime, Hermione Granger. Begrudging, I turned and forced my eyes open only to see two glowing smiles. Those smiles rapidly turned wicked as they yanked my sheets away and pulled me to the floor. The ginger and her curly haired friend looked down at me as I glared at them.

      “Let’s go! Breakfast starts in 20 minutes! Hurry!” rushed Hermione, glancing at the clock on my dresser. I pulled my tired body off the ground and began to get ready. I brushed my knotty hair into a neat ponytail. I changed my cozy pajamas into a pair of cropped leggings and my boyfriend’s old quidditch. I headed into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth when Ginny asked if I could be ready in five minutes. I nodded and quickly brushed my teeth then grabbed my wand.

    “Ready ladies?” I asked my two friends who were patiently waiting for me. They grabbed their things and we descended down the stairs. As soon as we reached the bottom of the staircase, we were greeted by a familiar set of ginger twins.

     “There they are! We were starting to think you all were gonna sleep the day away!” said Fred, the slightly shorter twin. Standing next to him was my boyfriend, George Weasley. I walked closer to the lanky twin I had the pleasure of calling my boyfriend the past 4 years.

    “Well good morning sunshine! How’d ya sleep?” he asked, grinning and wrapping me into a tight hug. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his torso.

     “Mornin’ Georgie. I slept pretty well despite my rude awakening.” I told him, throwing shade at my two best friends, “So, how did you sleep hun?”.

    “It was okay but I would have slept better if I had you in my arms.”he remarked, being rather cheeky and sending me a sly wink. I giggled at his goofiness while our friends around us pretended to gag at our affection.

    “Ugh, we get it. You two are adorable, it’s disgusting, Now, can we get some breakfast before I vomit?” asked Fred, gesturing toward the exit. We all laughed and agreed, making our way to the Great Hall. As usual, the Hall was packed with fellow students enjoying a delicious breakfast. The group of us found our usual seat, Hermione and Ginny sitting with Harry and Ron, the twins and I meeting up with Lee, Katie, and Angelina. Right away, we helped ourselves to plenty of food and started up a casual conversation. George draped an arm around my shoulder as we enjoyed breakfast. I leaned into his embrace, resting against his firm chest. It was a comfortable morning, the hall was buzzing with excitement for the Hogsmeade trip later in the day. I sat in silence, nodding along to the conversation around me and appreciated my friends company. After everyone finished their breakfast, the group of us headed back towards the common room. George and I hung back a little and walked behind the rest of our friends.

     “You’ve been awfully quiet today, is everything okay?” George asked softly, his arm still around my shoulders.

    “Perfectly fine, just still a little sleepy.” I smiled up at him in reply.

    “Good, I don’t want you sick for Hogsmeade today.”

    “Do you have plans for Hogsmeade?” I asked the the tall boy.

    “My only plan is to take my gorgeous girlfriend on a date today. That’s only if you don’t have other plans.” he shot me another sparkling smile.

     “Of course not. I’d be honored to go on another date with you.”I responded, laying my head on his shoulder. He let out a celebratory “whoop!”, which made me laugh immensely. We walked the rest of the way to the common room with smiles etched onto our faces. When we walked in, our friends were already there, sitting around the fire. They were packed onto the couches like sardines.

    “Oh hey! Look who finally showed up! The lovebirds!” Lee exclaimed, causing the rest of the group to yell in response. George waltzed in, giving them a dramatic queen wave as he walked and plopped into the only open armchair. I stood and smiled at all my friends. I caught George staring at me with a cocked eyebrow. Once he caught my attention, he waved me over. I strolled over to him and once I stopped in front of him, he latched his arms onto my waist. He continued to pull me down onto his lap. I leaned against his chest as his hands rested on my hips. We slowly joined the ongoing conversation.

     “I’m just saying that the Hollyhead Harpies are far superior to any team.” claimed Fred, smoothly making his point. A heated debate quickly erupted from the group. I enjoyed the yelling and laughed as I watched the arguments fly. I felt myself get sleepier as the minutes ticked by, snuggling closer to the boy behind me. I closed my eyes and gently drifted off to sleep.

    “George, we leave for Hogsmeade in two minutes. I think you should wake up sleeping beauty now.” Katie Bell suggested from another couch.

    “Nah, you guys can head out. I want her to get a bit more sleep, we can met up later.” replied my boyfriend nonchalantly.

    “Well okay then, suit yourself pal. See ya later.” stated Angelina, standing up and following the rest of our friends out the door.

    “Peace out bro.” called Fred to his twin from the door.

    “See ya dude.” quietly replied George. In my sleepy daze, I nuzzled my head closer into George’s neck. “Okay, let’s get this sleepy head up to bed.” he whispered to himself. He placed an arm under my knees and around my lower back. He then stood up, carrying me in his arms. He walked toward the stairway that lead up to the boy’s dorms. George stepped lightly, trying to make as little noise as possible. He tiptoed up the steps and into his shared room, gently closing the door behind him.

     “Hmm, Georgie?” I mumble in a daze.

     “Right here love, I gotcha.” he told me softly.

     “Where are we going?” I slurred, shifting gently in his arms.

     “We are in my dorm for a nap.” he grinned, laying me onto his bed.

     “Mmmm, k.” I lazily say, rolling over and stuffing my face into his pillows. They smelled like him, minty, musky, some peppermint with a hint of smoke. He chuckled at my sleepy state and began to change into comfy clothes. He pulled his christmas jumper over his head. Then, he slid off his blue jeans and put on a cozy pair of sweatpants. Lastly, he kicked off his shoes and laid next to me.

     “Well, hello there. Fancy meeting you here.” George goofed with a silly posh accent, turning his attention to me. I grinned at his words.

    “How ya doin’ Georgie.”

     “Well, I spent most of my day with the most beautiful girl in the world. So, I’d say it was pretty good. “ he flirted.

    “Oh hush!” I giggled, re-stuffing my face in his pillows to hide my reddening cheeks.

    “Hey! Who said I was talking about you?” asked an appalled George. I gasped dramatically at his statement.

     “How dare you! How could you?” I gasped, faking crying with loud, over dramatic sobs.

      “You know I’m kidding love. There isn’t anyone more gorgeous than you.” he reassured with a kiss on my nose then on my forehead. “Now it’s time for a nap.” I nodded and curled into his chest. The quiet was calming but unusual. Then it suddenly hit me.

     “Wait!” I yelled, flinging myself yup. George followed in suit, pani clear on his face. “What about Hogsmeade? You had a whole date planned!” I exclaimed, feeling awful about ruining the date he had planned. George visibly relaxed.

      “Oh don’t sweat it. Honestly, this is so much better than anything I had planned. Much better than having to be social.”he explained, “I mean, if you really want to we can go.” he shrugged.

      “Do you wanna go? I can go change real quick and be ready to go.” I say.

      “Nope, I’m perfectly fine with staying in bed with my girl all day.” he told me, laying a kiss on my head and draping an arm around me. I rolled over and layed my head on his chest.

     “Well okay then. Are you sure that’s what you want?” I agreed, double checking that he was sure.

     “There’s nothing I’d love more in the world.” he beamed, kissing me on the head once more. I smiled lightly at the red haired boy who rested next to me.

      “Nothing more in the world? Really?” I teased, picking his brain.

      “Hmm….There is one thing.” he hinted.

      “Which is..?” I trailed over, motioning for him to finish.

      “Spending the rest of my life with you.” he told me sincerely, his cheeks slightly. I blushed bright red and hide my face in the crook of his neck. “Awww! Is somebody flustered?” he teased, making me blush even more.

     “Oh shut up you little punk!” I mumbled into his neck, smacking him lightly.

    “Oh! Okay! So that’s how this is going to go! This means war!”he declared, flipping over so he was hovering above me. Right away, his slender fingers wiggled into my sides. I started cackling instantly. I was insanely ticklish and George was using this against me.

    “Stop! Stop! Please! I’m sorry!” I yelled through my non-stop laughter.

    “Hmm, let me think? NOPE!” he announced. I squirmed desperately trying to escape George’s tickling fingers but tragically failed. I laughed and laughed until tears brimmed my eyes.

    “I take it back! I surrender!” I begged but his merciless tickling didn’t waver.

    “Say ‘George Weasley is the best boyfriend ever and has gorgeous hair’” he insisted.

    “George Weasley is the best boyfriend ever and has gorgeous hair!” I yelled, struggled to get the words out through my laughter. The second I finished the phrase, George’s terrible tickling stopped. I layed on the mattress, panting in attempt to catch my breath.

      “Aw thanks hun! You’re pretty okay too!” he pretended to gush at me, acting like nothing happened.

     “Really? After all of this, I’m only okay? Geez! How kind of you!” I said, rolling my eyes and speaking sarcastically.

     “I was kidding babe and you know that, you goof. You are the best person I’ve ever met.” he confided, pulling me closer to him once more.

   “You my favorite person, Georgie.” I told him as a snuggled closer to his side.

    “God I love you.” he sighed, wrapping me in his arms so he was now holding me.

     “I love you so much George.” I confessed. He kissed my forehead yet again. We sat in silence for a couple moments, enjoying each other’s presence. My eyes were drooping, sleep inching in.

      “Ya know, I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m gonna marry you someday. I imagine us old and grey, watching our grandkids run around the yard. I can’t picture my future without you.” George whispered, running his fingers through my hair. My heart swooned at his words, knowing exactly what he meant.

     “I know exactly what ya mean babe. I can us having three kids, growing up playing outside and being best friends with the family’s kids. Everything I plan for in the future has you in it.” I revealed, glancing up to meet him.

     “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” he grinned. “Now, let’s take a nice nap. I’m pretty sure my tickle attack tuckered you out. “ he suggested.

    “That sounds great and I’m glad we both agree that it was an attack.” I agreed. He laughed at my words. I smiled up at him, loving the sound of his laughter.

     “Okay. Now, naptime. For real this time.” he said, calming down and closing his eyes. I stole one last glance at his relaxed state before closing my eyes. Slowly but surely, I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

      “Oh! So this is where you guys have been!” a loud voice yelled, interrupting our sleep a couple hours later. I heard George groan from beside me and felt him shift around.

      “Fred? What do you want? Go away.” he grumbled, clearly annoyed at his twin.

     “In case you forgot, my dear twin, this is also my room.” Fred replied in a smart aleck tone.

     “We’re trying to sleep, you ass.” George snarled.

     “Well, I can see that! We thought you guys went to Hogsmeade without us.” accused Fred. I could feel the irritation radiating off George in my sleepy state.

     “We didn’t go dummy. Now, can you leave us alone?” begged George, pulling the covers up higher.

    “Fine. Dinner starts in a half hour.” informed Fred.

     “K. Bye.” mumbled his brother. Fred left the room, grumbling about his brother being rude. George rolled from his back to his side. I was still wrapped in his arms so now we were laying face to face. My eyes were still sealed shut but I was awake enough to hear everything. He laid there quietly, gently breathing. This peaceful laying continued as I fell back to complete sleep.

      “Hey love, it’s time to get up.” a soft voice whispered, a hand running up and down my back softly.  I pulled myself from sleep and peeked my eyes open. George laid in front of me, watching me with tenderness and his hand rubbing my back.

     “Hmm?” I hummed, sliding closer to him.

     “Dinner starts in five minutes love, so you gotta get up.” he explained. I looked up at him to see him still gazing at me with adoring eyes and messy hair.

     “You are aware how impossibly cute you look right now, right?” I wondered.

     “You have no room to talk sweetheart, you look drop dead gorgeous.” he confessed. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. It was a tender moment. “Now we have to get up and go to dinner, In case you forgot, you haven’t eaten since breakfast.” he reminded me.   

     “Fine. I guess if we have to.” I grumbled. George rolled out of bed and started to change. He yanked a random t-shirt over his head and swapped his pajama pants for a pair of casual sweatpants. I still laid on the bed, not bothering to change.

    “Are you gonna change?” questioned George.

    “Nah, this is fine.” I shrugged.

     “Do you want a jacket, it’s kinda chilly?” he suggested. I nodded and rolled out of bed. George dug his grey Quidditch hoodie out of his trunk and tossed it at me. The hoodie had marron writing on it and read George’s last name and number on the back. I pulled the sweater over my head.

   “I’m all Weasley-ed out.” I joked, gesturing to his old shirt that I was wearing under his jacket. He laughed in response. I redid my ponytail and slide on my shoes from earlier. When I finished, I noticed George watching me. “You ready?” I asked, walking over to him.

    “Yep.” he said, giving me a finally kiss and draping an arm around my shoulder. “Let’s head to dinner.”. We walked downstair, out of the common room, then to the Great Hall. We walked silently down the halls, still sleepy. Together, we pushed open the oak doors and headed into the buzzing dining hall.

      “So, I see the sleeping beauties decided to wake up.” remarked Hermione as we took our places at the table.

     “Did true love’s kiss wake you up George? Or was it true loves cuddle?” joked Ginny.

     “Hahaha. You’re sooo funny, Gin.” sarcastically laughed George, helping him to some chicken.

    “Don’t be ashamed my dear brother, there is nothing wrong with enjoying a good cuddle session.” comforted Fred, who chimed in on the joke.

      “Oh shut it! Let a man take a nap with his girlfriend in peace!” George defended. I laughed at his weak defense statement.

    “Leave him alone, he can’t help his cuddly habit.” I told them, poking fun at him. The table laughed at the look of disbelief on his face, caused by my statement.

     “I thought you were on my side!” George exclaimed, flabbergasted. 

      “I am!” I claimed.

      “Okay, when did it become pick on George day?” he wondered. We all laughed then gradually changed the topic. Our friends told tales of their Hogsmeade adventures. Dinner was full of laughter and enjoyment.

     “You ready to go doll?” asked George. The question confused me.

     “Go where?”

      “I was thinking we could sneak out to Hogsmeade for dessert since we didn’t get to go earlier. Of course, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he elaborated.

     “I’d love to go babe”

     “Great! Wanna head out?”

      “Sure thing.” We stood up and bid our friends goodbye. George took my hand in his as we walked out of the Great Hall. “Should we stop and get you a jacket? You are wearing short sleeves and I don’t want you to catch a cold.” I told him, not wanting him to get sick.

      “I guess that would be smart. Thanks love.” he said, kissing the top of my head and heading to the common room. We reached the common room quickly and headed straight up to George’s dorm. I flopped onto his bed while he dug out a jacket. He grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over his head.

     “You ready babe?” I asked.

      “Yup but do you want pants to put on? It’s chilly out.” he suggested, “You can wear a pair of mine if you’d like dear.”.

     “Sure, thanks Georgie.” I replied, sitting up from the bed. George tossed me a pair of black sweatpants.

      “These are small on me, so they should fit better.” he explained. I nodded and pulled the pants on over my thin cropped leggings. They were kinda baggy but very comfy.

      “Perfectly fine.” I announced, standing up. George didn’t answer, he just stared at me. “Uhh, George? Hun?” I asked, but he keep on staring, “Everything okay?”. George snapped out of his daze.

     “What? Huh? Everything’s fine.” he told me, blinking twice.

     “You sure? You were staring at me.” I informed my boyfriend.

      “You just look impossibly cute in my clothes.” he confessed, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my body.

     “Do I now?” I teased, reaching up on my tiptoes and draping my arms around his neck. He smiled down at me and hummed in response. I leaned up and met his lips. The kiss was soft and sweet. He tasted like mint and had a gentle touch. We detached lips and touched foreheads.

    “Hey babe?” asked George.

   “Yeah Georgie?”

      “I love you.”

      “I love you, George.”. He leaned down and kissed me again. The rest of the night went smoothly. We had a peaceful dessert date and an easy night. Dessert was delightful as we had simple conversation on our way back to George’s dorm. Our friends were nowhere to be seen so we headed straight up to bed. George and I cuddled up and closed our eyes as another day at Hogwarts drew to a close.   

Fighting for Your Affection

Request: Hi! Could you please write an imagine/ series where the reader has to choose between Sebastian and Chris and they’re both fighting for your affection pretty hard..? You can choose who they end up with! I love your imagines😊 by @weasley16

Word count: 1220

A/N: I hope that this was what you were waiting for! :D I’m so happy to hear that you love my imagines! I always get seriously happy and excited when I hear that. I love you all! Also: Choosing between these too cuties was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

PS: You can send me asks, stupid questions, messages anything! And please do :D send your asks here


“Good morning Chris!” you greeted Evans as he walked to the set. You had been cast in the fourth Avengers movie as one of the superheroes where you had been working for a few weeks now.

“Morning Y/N!” he gave you a big smile and handed you a coffee. “I bought you this” he continued as you took the cup from his hand.

“Oh, thank you so much” you grinned at him and gave him a small hug. “I really needed this” you yawned and took a sip.

“Hey Y/N!” you heard Sebastian shout at you from behind making you turn around. “I brought you a—” Sebastian stopped when he noticed the coffee in your hand. “—coffee” he finished disappointedly. “I see you already have one” he laughed disappointedly.

“Well after getting like no sleep last night I’m really going to need the second coffee asap” you laughed taking the cup from Sebastian’s hand. “I’ll just switch drinks after every sip” you grinned widely at the guys. “Thank you” you smiled at Sebastian sweetly and took a sip from the cup he gave. After standing in an awkward silence for a while you coughed a bit. “Okay, now I really need to go get my makeup done” you pointed at the direction of the makeup trailer.

“I’ll walk with you” Chris answered a bit too fast making Sebastian give him a death stare.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you two. I have to go that way anyway” Sebastian smiled at you but gave Chris a smug look when you didn’t look.

“Okay thanks guys. Don’t know if I could have survived the two-minute walk all by myself” you said sarcastically, laughing at the way the guys were behaving.

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Alone Together [j.j.]

Request: ‘Time Waster 4 was soooo good!! can I request a Jughead x reader where she also has to look after herself and had a tough job and Jughead does everything to get her out of it?’ - @nooneshoney

Alright so I tried to stick to the idea, I really did. But I kinda switched it up, hope you don’t mind. :)


Fear. It is something that has always been around. It tends to curl up inside of you, bothering you until it consumes your thoughts and is the only thing you think of as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep.

(Y/N) (L/N) had plenty of fears. She had a fear of heights (’they’re dangerous!’ she’d always claim), she had a fear of spiders (’anything with more then 6 legs shouldn’t exist!’), and she even had a fear of losing all her friends.

But the thing that she feared most of all, was failure.


Growing up, (Y/N)’s parents would always tell her that she was meant for greatness. Or at least, she was up until the day her parents’ marriage started falling apart. All she remembered was a fight, a slap, and her mother leaving and vowing to never come back.

Left alone, her dad turned to alcohol and all of a sudden, the wealthy (L/N) family fell from grace. The (L/N)’s company was under (Y/N)’s mom’s name and apart from a monthly check for $500, they hadn’t heard from her since.

Having grown up wealthy, the split left (Y/N) very shaken. She no longer had everything handed to her on a silver platter, a full ride to an Ivy League university no longer guaranteed. Money was short, the check only barely covering the rent on the small apartment that (Y/N) and her father had moved into.

Her life was falling apart.


Six months after the split, one of (Y/N)’s worst fears came true: she was failing her precalculus class (A/N: idk if that is the usual math for sophomore year but that’s what I took). The pressure was getting to her.

Seeing as the monthly check was only paying the rent, (Y/N) had decided to take up an after school job at a small business in the south side of Riverdale. It was a hectic schedule and she was struggling a lot more than she’d like to admit, but she couldn’t let any of her friends find out about her situation. She didn’t want their pity.

It was a Monday morning when another one of her fears came true: she was losing her friends. It had started when she walked into the school only to find Jughead and Betty waiting for her by her locker.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” she had asked, squeezing in between them to get to her locker.

“We were wondering if…” Betty trailed off, nudging Jughead.

“…if you wanted to join the Blue & Gold,” Jughead finished, shooting Betty an annoyed look and stepping away from her.

“Sorry guys,” (Y/N) had smoothly replied. “I’m pretty busy after school these days.”

“Doing what?” Jughead had questioned. “You quit the River Vixens and last time I checked, you don’t have any other extracurriculars.”

(Y/N) froze slightly before composing herself and turning around. Jughead noticed her weird behavior.

“Yeah I have some extra credit work to do,” she smiled. “It’s gonna take me a while. Sorry.”

Betty leaned into Jughead as (Y/N) walked away. “Something’s up with her.”

Jughead nodded in agreement.


The rest of the week passed without incident and neither Betty nor Jughead asked (Y/N) about her weird behavior. Friday however, was a different story.

“Hey (Y/N),” Veronica said as she approached the (H/C) girl.

“Hey Ronnie!” she had smiled back.

“So it’s movie night tonight and it’s your turn to bring Pop’s,” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows.

(Y/N)’s smile faltered. “Oh Ronnie, I can’t go today.”

Archie, who had come up behind (Y/N) to surprise her, stopped in surprise.

“What?” he asked in disbelief. “(Y/N/N), you’ve never missed a movie night.”

The girl looked down at her shoes before shrugging, “Something came up Arch. I’m sorry.”

Veronica and Archie stood together as (Y/N) walked away. As she turned the corner, they were joined by Betty and Jughead.

“So what’s up with her?” Veronica asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

“You guys noticed it too?” replied Betty.

“How could we not?” exclaimed Archie. “She’s never acted this way before. I mean, missing out on movie night?”

“We have to find out what’s wrong,” Veronica said.

The three friends grew silent at Veronica’s words, thinking of a plan. All at once, they turned to Jughead, who was distractedly staring down the hallway where (Y/N) had disappeared from.

Feeling their stares, Jughead turned slowly.

“Oh no. I am not getting involved in your little plan.”

Betty, Veronica, and Archie all smiled at each other.


The smell of alcohol reached (Y/N)’s nostrils before she even opened the door to the apartment, only getting stronger when she managed to unlock it. She quietly made her way to her room, not wanting to wake up her father who was sleeping on the couch (he had quite the temper), and quickly changed into her work uniform.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” the slurring made her father’s speech nearly unintelligible and (Y/N) felt her blood run cold at the sound of it.

“Work,” she muttered, turning around.

Her father stood before her, bottle of his favorite drink in hand. He leaned heavily against the wall and it didn’t take a genius to see that he was heavily inebriated.

“Why? You should be doing homework, not wasting time like the failure you are,” he stumbled forwards with every word, approaching her as though he was a lion and she, his prey.

(Y/N) felt the tears stinging her eyes but willed herself not to cry. “I have to go dad.”

She made her way out the door only to be stopped by a loud sound next to her. He had thrown his bottle at her. Flinching, she grabbed her bag and ran, ignoring the drunken slurs her father called out after her.


“Oh dear, what happened to you?” Gladys, (Y/N)’s boss, asked as she walked into work.

Chuckling, (Y/N) answered, “I work in the south side Gladys. Shit happens.”

Gladys flinched at her use of profanity but laughed lightly. “You really should be more careful (Y/N).”

(Y/N) swallowed heavily before looking away, feeling guilty for lying to someone as amazing as Gladys. Gladys gently ran her hand over (Y/N)’s collarbone, which was now marked with a bright, angry cut, courtesy of her father’s liquor bottle.

“What happened?” Gladys asked once more.

Maybe it was the stress of it all. Or the feeling of not being perfect anymore. Or maybe it was just the fact that Gladys was so damn kind that (Y/N) found her tears falling, sobbing when Gladys gathered her up in her arms. Gladys was the only one who knew about her situation. The only one who didn’t judge. They stayed like that for a while, pulling apart when they heard the bell jingle, indicating that someone has just walked in.

“C’mon he’s giving you another chance dad,” a boy’s voice called out.

“Gladys!” another voice called out.

“Dad just listen-”

“No! He fired me. I’m not going to crawl back to him- Oh hey Gladys.”

The bickering pair quieted down when Gladys and (Y/N) stepped into their view.

“FP! What brings you here?” Gladys asked, smile on her face.

(Y/N) stayed behind the counter. ‘FP? As in Jones? What’s he doing here?’ she thought to herself. He hadn’t come around in a long time. She surreptitiously glanced at his companion, gasping when she recognized Jughead. Quickly, ducking under the counter, she racked her brain for an excuse to leave early.

She could faintly hear FP and Gladys’s conversation, but she could clearly hear the footsteps wandering around the shop. She felt her eyes widen almost comically when Gladys called out for her.

“(Y/N/N) dear! I need your help!”

There was no avoiding this. Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) carefully got up and made her way over to Gladys.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” FP grinned as he saw her. “Glad to see you’re still around.”

“Hey FP,” she replied.

“Oh (Y/N),” Gladys said. “FP finally brought his boy around. He’s your age.”

(Y/N) felt her stomach twist as FP called Jughead over. All her hard work was going to be lost in a matter of seconds.

“Hey Jug!” FP said loudly. “I wasn’t you to meet on of the best workers I’ve ever met.”

Jughead looked uninterested as he hummed, looking around the shop with curiosity.

“This,” FP continued, “Is little miss-”

“(Y/N)?” Jughead interrupted as his eyes landed on you. FP and Gladys looked at both of them in shock.

“Hey Jughead,” she weakly replied.


“So she was working in south side?” Betty asked skeptically. Jughead nodded.

“That’s nuts. Why would she be working there of all places?” Archie questioned.

Jughead breathed in deeply before looking around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear. “So apparently…”


Jughead told them everything. The way she had looked at him (like a deer caught in headlights), the cut on her collarbone (concerning everyone), her quick getaway (with tears running down her face), and most of all, all the information he got from Gladys (’Of course I’ll tell you. Maybe her friends can help her.’).

“Well Jug,” Archie said, breaking the silence. “Looks like you did go through with our plan after all.”

They all glared at Archie.


(Y/N) was having a good day. She hadn’t gone to school and he father was out doing god-knows-what. She had the apartment to herself. Or at least she did, until she heard a knock on the door.

Jughead felt horrible. What kind of friends had they all been? Not once had they noticed (Y/N)’s struggles, they were always too absorbed in their own problems. They all felt guilty but Jughead felt that he should be the one to talk to her, since he had found out first. Nervously, he breathed in and knocked on her apartment door.

It swung open to reveal a disheveled (Y/N), still in shorts and tank, with a messily placed Band-Aid upon her collarbone.

She glanced at him and proceeded to shut the door, only for Jughead to stop it with his foot and push his way inside. They stood face-to-face for a few minutes, studying each other cautiously.

“C’mon,” Jughead broke the silence, brushing his fingertips along her injury. “lets go get this cleaned up.”


(Y/N) sat nervously on her bed, trying to stay still as Jughead cleaned up her injury.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he whispered. She looked away.

“You guys have so much to worry about with Jason’s murder and Archie’s things and Veronica’s dad-” she was cut off.

“But that’s not nearly as important as this,” Jughead continued. “You should’ve told us. We could’ve helped.”

“How?” (Y/N) asked. “You already live with Archie. Veronica and her mom are housing Polly and frankly, I don’t think the Coopers like me very much.”

Jughead stayed quiet, carefully applying a new Band-Aid after making sure that the cut wasn’t infected.

“You should’ve told us (Y/N/N),” he finally said.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” she waved off his words. “We had more important things to deal with Jug.”

Jughead felt his heart break at her words. “No we didn’t (Y/N). You are important. We care about you. You should’ve at least let us know.”

You are important.’ Jughead’s words replayed in (Y/N)’s head, bringing tears to her eyes. Jughead gathered her in his arms as she began crying softly.

“Thank you Jughead,” she whispered. “For everything.”

Jughead found himself admiring her strength. “Don’t keep things from us anymore. Please.”

She nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Jughead noticed (Y/N) had fallen asleep.

“Good night,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her head as he made sure she was comfortable in his arms.


When Archie, Betty, and Veronica arrived a few hours later, they were pleasantly surprised to see Jughead lying on (Y/N)’s bed, asleep, with the (H/C) girl curled up in his arms. Quickly snapping a few pictures (because ‘ohmygod how cute are they’) they decided to let them rest, setting up camp in the living room and waiting for them to wake up, vowing to never let any of their friends go through hard times alone ever again.


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Wrapped Around, pt. 2

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 8044 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Originally posted by kths

Part 1 | Part 2.5

A/N: Surprise! I can’t thank you all enough for the love that part 1 received! (I read all the tags on the reblogs and i just love you all ok) I hope you guys enjoy this part too (: My smut skills… it’s a work in progress so I hope you bear with me friends. 

You wake up to 15 messages from Solji, all of them in caps. Half of them is just her keyboard smashing out her frustration and the other half is her calling you a few choice words for lying to her. You laugh as you scroll through all of them and decide you would call her later to explain everything.

You sigh, as you take a hot shower to wash off the layer of grime that had settled on the surface of your skin from being in that sauna of a frat house. As you soap up your body, you shudder when you remember the way the man had pressed himself against you and you shake your head to rid yourself of the image that had imprinted itself deep in your mind.

First party of the semester and it was an experience to say the least… you wonder if it was a sign… or perhaps a punishment for failing your new semester resolution. After your shower, you decide to bury yourself under a pile of books to keep your mind from wandering again.

Despite the disaster that was the frat party you’re glad that at least one good thing had come out of it. You grab lunch with Taehyung as promised and you spend most of it throwing fries at each other rather than eating. The slight downside to meeting him is only that you realize you haven’t fully gotten over your slight crush on him. As long as you don’t sleep with him again you’ll be fine, you think.

“So tell me, what happened with Jessica? I thought you were in love,” You say the last part while clutching at your heart dramatically and Taehyung scowls at you.

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