only if she had picked differently

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Hi. I was wondering if you could write a super fluffy imagine where the reader is Bill Skarsgard’s gf and she falls asleep and Bill picks her up to move her into a more comfortable area but he’s still in his Pennywise costume (makeup and everything) cause they’re still filming and she wakes up and sees him and gets scared.

Warning: None

Note: Enjoy!

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Originally posted by edsgazebos

You were so beyond exhausted. In only a few days you had college exams which were huge so you had been studying non-stop for 3 days now. You had even counted coffee cups and currently you were finishing today #16 and so far in your studying #75.

Bill obviously disapproved of your lack of sleep and had tried many different attempts to try to get you away.

Not even his seductive shirtless flirting worked.

Nor was picking you up over his shoulders and trying to tuck you into bed.

Instead you were to promise him that tomorrow you’d go with him to his studio where he was filming IT just to get you away from your secluded desk. It was nice in your little desk space though, you had a desk lamp, a mini fridge, and a nearby bathroom.

That was the only time you left from your chair was to go to the bathroom since you had snacks and drinks in the fridge. If you could you would use that trick men do where they are able to pee in a bottle and then continue onwards.

But sadly you were a woman so you couldn’t exactly do that. And about going to see the studio with him tomorrow, it was tomorrow. When you dared to look at the digital clock on your desk it read that it was 3 am.

Another all nighter.

You sighed and marked your page before closing your text book and rubbing your eyes. You stretched and yawned before standing up tripping at first from lack of leg use for so long.

You were able to dazedly walk to your bedroom and change into your pajamas before climbing into bed where Bill was already passed out. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out cold.

The next morning you woke up to find Bill gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up. You of course frowned and rolled over hiding your head under the pillow.

“C'mon (Name) you gotta get up.” Bill said continuing to shake you.

When that didn’t work he decided to tickle you and you quickly reacted squirming and squealing like a worm.

Bill didn’t stop until you were nearly screaming, “I’m up! I’m up! I’m up!”

Thankfully he stopped and smiled at you as you occasionally twitched rolling onto your back carefully since your sides were a bit sore.

“Morning.” Bill greeted before leaning down to kiss you.

“Morning.” You muttered softly rubbing your eyes.

“C'mon you gotta get up. We have to leave in half an hour.”

You groaned and slung your arm over your eyes not wanting to get out of bed. You checked the clock again and saw it was once again your greatest enemy. It said it was 8 in the morning which was actually really early for Bill and way to early for you.

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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What Did You Just Call Me? (Bucky X Reader)

Originally posted by totheendofthelinepal

MASTER LIST

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Violence & PDA
WORD COUNT: 2,712 
SUMMARY: The Avengers come back from a quick mission that ended well for everyone but Y/N. During the whole mission, Bucky babies Y/N since she’s new to the team. When they come back to headquarters she picks a fight with him leading to an actual fight. 


“I can’t believe you.”

“What I do now, Dollface?”

“Don’t doll face me!” Y/N storms out of the elevator with the rest of the Avengers following behind her, “You practically told me to wait in the car like I’m some five-year-old!”

“Well, if you didn’t act like a child then I wouldn’t treat you like one.”

Y/N’s eyes go wide by Bucky Barnes’s statement, somehow he’s able to make her even more pissed than she already is. The two heroes walk side by side further into the Avenger’s headquarter as they bark at one another. People around them notice steam coming out of Y/N’s ears and Bucky’s deadly gaze with the rest of the Avenger gang following behind them awkwardly quiet. Just that display makes everyone near the group go the opposite way. Y/N stops walking and points at her friend with a metal arm while growling in disbelief.

“Excuse me?! Bucky, you’re not my Dad-”

“Woah, save the kinky talk for the bed.”

Tony Starks blurts out making the two fighting look at him like they’re about to attack. James Rhodes sends his best friend a knowing look before shrugging and continuing to walk beside him. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton are walking behind Tony and James with bored expressions as if they been through this argument with each other before. Wanda Maximoff and Vision walk beside the assassins like they wanted nothing but leave the scene in front of them. Sam Wilson then sends Steve Rogers a glance silently telling him that maybe they should intervene but Steve just watches them like this is a casual conversation. Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, and Peter Parker are the last ones to leave the elevator. All three look innocently confused on what is going on here. The whole team is decked out in their now dirty suits and used weapons. Sending Tony an irritated glance Y/N snaps with venom.

“Tony. For the last time, we’re just friends!”

“Could have fooled me.” He mumbles to himself making Y/N face go red causing him to raise his hands up in defeat and adding, “Sorry, my bad.”

“Sure you are.”

Y/N rolls her eye knowing he’ll make another joke about them in a minute. He’s been making comments like that ever since she joined the Avengers and grew a friendship with Bucky. She knows the group secretly thinks something is going on between the two them. That’s more because Bucky doesn’t make friends, Steve was the only person who qualified as a friend to Bucky before Y/N got into the picture. When Y/N joined she hit it off with everyone, more with the Winter Soldier than with anyone else though. It was a problem in the beginning since the group treated her like they had to keep her safe at all times but after a few weeks, everyone realized she didn’t need protection. Well, everyone realized that besides Bucky. Which is why they are at each other’s throats right now because during the whole mission the team was on only moments ago Bucky had treated her like another civilian. Chucking her gun carelessly on a couch near by Y/N shouts at Bucky without looking at him.

“I’m going to say this one last time, Bucky Barnes. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

“Why are you mad at me?” He looks around the building confused before saying with some serious guts, “It’s not my fault you’re fragile.”

“Oh shit.”

“God… Bucky… No.”

“Are you trying to get your ass kicked?”

“What did you just call me?”

Y/N shouts before flipping over a table and turning to face him with an unreadable expression, she’s never looked more deadly than right now. To be honest, no one besides Bucky really knows Y/N, she’s only been an Avenger for a few months now and she spends most her time with him. Nevertheless, it’s no secret that Y/N gets mad a lot, a least once a day she’s pissed about something. Yesterday it was because of her coffee split, today it’s because Bucky called her fragile but this was a different kind of mad that none of them have ever seen. It was close to when Bruce gets scary kind of mad and turns into Hulk. So out of a force of habit, the whole team stills and watches them with their weapons at the ready. The whole room is now empty of normal people, good thing too because at this moment Bucky and Y/N are wild cards.

“You’re calling ME fragile?!” Y/N snap as she shoves Bucky before pointing at Peter, “We have a fucking 12-year-old on the team and you’re calling me FRAGILE!”

“Hey…”

“Shut up.”

“He has powers, Doll. You don’t.” Bucky announces annoyed as he pushes his longish dark hair out of his face, “He’s been on the team longer than you too. All I’m saying is he has more experience-”

“WHAT!”

Y/N blurts out in such a deep and powerful tone that Thor looks at her in alarm while slightly raising his hammer. In anger, she then takes a handful of small knives and chuckles them harshly near Bucky. They all hit the white wall behind him, he doesn’t flinch and he doesn’t gain a scratch by her action either. He looks at her bored only making her impossibly more furious. Since she was born she was trained to survive anything and to do anything. Her whole life was about surviving any situation. She never got a day off her whole life until last year when Nick found her and gave her an offer to be a part of the Avengers. Storming toward him with her fist clenched she’s about to throw a punch when he grabs her wrist. When she tries to use her free hand he grabs that one too before she can do any damage to him. He spins her slickly around so her entire back is against his built chest. Lowering his head so his lips are right beside her ear when he whispers in a commanding tone.

“Stop being a drama queen and-”

Not letting him finish Y/N flips him over causing him to fall in front of her onto his back, everyone hears the sound of his back hitting the marble floor. He lays there for a second looking at her for a moment as if he underestimated her strength. With that thought he shakes his head knowing a little girl like her couldn’t be stronger than he’d expect, she’s rather short. The top of her head reaches his shoulder. Not only that but that means she’s been going easy with him in their workouts. They work out every morning and he’s never seen her throw something as heavy as him over her shoulder. Jumping up he turns around back to her with an easy going smile, she has her hip popped out and arms folded. Thor leans near Bruce and whispers into the silence with complete shock.

“I wasn’t informed that Y/N was the Queen of drama.”

“Not now, Thor.”

“Okay, okay, you had your fun.” Bucky sighs tiredly as he struts up to Y/N with a smug look, “You made a scene, flipped me over, so let’s just forget this whole little outburst and grab a beer. Dollface.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. Dollface.” Y/N threatens slowly before tilting her head knowingly and whispering, “HYDRA project.”

Bucky’s posture stiffen, he clenches his fists, his face is unreadable. Everyone in the room has a silent heart attack from Y/N’s cheap shot but he was just a moment ago doing the same thing. Bucky and Y/N face each other with the same dangerous expression. The two have fought plenty of times, usually to let off steam or for bragging rights but this was different. They were actually talking instead of just straight up punching. Their friends honestly didn’t know what to do, they were adults, they’re mature enough to resolve this themselves. Then again they both were mentally and physically messed up. Abruptly Bucky throws all his guns away from his person. A sly smile slips onto Y/N’s face at the gesture, she had just as much power over him as he did over her. Getting into her personal space Bucky tilts his head and whispers.

“You’re such a child.”

“Well, you’re such a cocky prick.”

Her words make him growl lowly while moving closers to her, she takes a few steps back but he takes more forwards. They play this game until Y/N’s back is to the wall and she can’t move. Bucky gazes looks hungry making Y/N question why she picked a fight with him. She always had to pick on with him, she fought with everyone in the Avenger but he was the only one to fight back. Maybe that’s why they were such close friends, she’ll tell him to fuck off and he would break into her room to figure out what’s wrong. She’ll tell him of course and he would do everything to fix it, even if he didn’t fix the problem she would feel 100 times better just by knowing her tried. This is different though, he’s not trying to fix it, it’s almost like he’s egging it on and Y/N’s prideful ass is taking the bait. Tilting his head to the side Bucky rests his hand on either side of Y/N’s head before saying with a smug look.

“At least I don’t pretend I’m not delicate.”

“That’s it!”

“You get Bucky, I’ll get Y/N.”

Tony speaks up instantly to Steve knowing Y/N is thinking irrationally right now. Just as Y/N shoves Bucky away and grabs a vase the guys go over to them in hopes to keep each other from killing one another. She throws the glass vase at Bucky causing him and Steve to duck, it hits the floor near their feet and it breaks into tiny pieces. Tony then grabs her by the arms just for her to flip him over like she did with Bucky earlier. He falls to the floor and she walks over him like he wasn’t even there. A coffee table is in Y/N’s way to Bucky so she easily kicks it out of her way to Bucky. The table slides unknowingly at the Avengers watching them. Some of the moves away and jump over it, Thor uses his hammer to break it and makes it impossible for the broken pieces not to hit his friends around him. Steve who’s pulling Bucky back sees the damage and says for the first time since he’s been frozen.

“Shit.”

Bucky hides a chuckle at the scene in front of him just before Y/N gets to him and punched him in the jaw. His expression goes from shock to mad within a second before pouncing on her. She moves and sweeps his legs before he can tackle her to the ground. He falls and she grabs a glass pot near a couch, she throws it at his laying form. He moves out of the way just a second before it hits the ground and breaks into a million shards. He groans in disbelief because he knows she was really aiming to hit him that time, jumping up he grabs the couch and slides it into her. She falls before she can throw a decorative plant at him. Letting out a heavy breath Buck realizes she’s more pissed than he realized and suddenly asks seriously.

“Are you seriously mad at me calling you delicate?”

“No, Bucky. I’m not mad, I’m just throwing shit for fun.” She growls as she jumps over the couch to get to him, “Of course I’m fucking mad! You’re like my best friend and you treat me like a burden!”

“Doll, you aren’t a burden-”

“Don’t call me that! And don’t you dare lie to me.” She spits out as she shoves him, well, he lets her shove him into the wall behind him, “Ever since I’ve joined you made it your job to baby me and I’ve had it!”

“I baby you because I don’t want you to get hurt!” He spins them around so he has her pinned to the wall as he explains in frustration, “I have not once seen you as some kind of burden to me or to the team.”

“Bullshit! Just admit it!” She barks as she tries to get out of his grasp, “You baby me because you see me as a problem.”

“Dollface… You have it all backward.”

Bucky whispers tiredly as he keeps his hold on Y/N so she won’t punch him. Steve helps Tony stand up behind the two by the wall. They glance at their other friends to make sure they are okay before looking cautiously at Buck and Y/N. Never have has any of them seen the two fight like this, they were always teasing each other or play fighting but never this. The team thought the two were too close to fight this badly. There has to be a more serious reason Y/N’s mad at Bucky, she usually is just annoyed when Bucky is overprotective of her. Maybe she doesn’t see it as being overprotective, maybe she sees Bucky trying to limiting her. That honestly wouldn’t surprise the team, they could tell Bucky likes being in charge of Y/N. Before the team can think any more of this irrational argument they hear Bucky mumble to Y/N so softly that could barely hear it.

“I try to protect you because I couldn’t handle you getting hurt.”

“Well, why don’t you baby Steve!” She fires back not exactly realizing what he meant, “I know you hate when he gets hurt but every time we’re out you-”

“Doll, you’re an exception.”

“It’s because I’m a girl, right? Let me tell you, you sexist-”

“No! For the love of God…”

He groans annoyed before throwing all caution out the window and slamming his lips to hers. She moans in surprise and her eyes go wide just as big as their friends. His hands loosen around her wrist letting her pull loose. Grabbing his shirt in the front aggressively she pulls him closer and shuts her eyes. He sighs in relief before leaning his body on her’s against the wall. One of Bucky’s hands goes to the small of her back to push her bottom half flush on his, this other weaves through her hair. She groans as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to her. Bucky begins pulling away from her causing her to follow him needingly. Chuckling Bucky gives her one last kiss before officially pulling away to look down at her. Biting her lip Y/N says breathlessly with the color pink coming to her cheeks.

“Oh… That’s why.”

“Yeah. That’s why, doll face.”

 “Well, well, well…” Their little bubble pops when they hear Tony say in a shit eating grin, “What I’d tell Y'all.”

Steve who’s standing right beside the millionaire playboy sends him an unamused look before punching him in the arm. He then turns to Bucky and gives him an easy wink making him look down to his feet before looking at the woman in his arms. Y/N opens her mouth to say something before the only kid in the room blurts out curiously.

“So who’s cleaning this mess up?”

Bucky and Y/N finally look away from each other, the team does the same and looks around. Everyone in the room realizes then it’s a bigger mess than they would have assumed. The coffee table, vase, and fake plant are broken into hundreds of pieces across the room. A couch and table are flipped over and in a weird position and a hand full of knives are in the wall along with a bunch of weapons scattered on the floor. Awkwardly Bucky and Y/N look back at each other, their little fight might have gotten too out of hand. Bursting out loud laughing the two look at each other like they should have expected this much from one another.

DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

and never let me go

Warning: infidelity, internalized homophobia, unhappy marriage

(More warnings: Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with being trapped in an unhappy marriage because of sexuality) 


Bitty slammed the door shut and threw himself into Jack’s arms. Jack, in turn, pushed him against the door and kissed him roughly, bodies melding together and moving in tandem. They don’t bother removing any clothes, despite the desperate way they’re grasping at each other, only focusing on kissing and kissing and kissing.

“No marks,” Bitty reminded Jack. “And we only have three minutes before you have to go and pick Sophie up.”

“Come with me,” Jack said, in between kisses. “We’re taking my van anyway, there’s more room in the back and I can take you to your meeting after picking her up.”

“Jack-” Bitty let out an embarrassing whine when Jack bit his ears softly. “Okay, okay. Okay,” he pushed him away. “We gotta go now.”

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IKD Challenge - First Kiss (Supercorp)

She’s going to do it this time, really. She is. This isn’t like the last two times. For one thing, this time Kara excused herself to the restroom right at the end of the meal, found the waiter, and gave him her credit card, so she has officially treated Lena to dinner. (The two times before that, Lena had insisted on taking the check, and Lena is very good at insisting.)

“Kara, did you sneak off and pay?” Lena laughs when the waitress brings the receipt back, and Kara beams, proud of herself. “You know I make your monthly rent every 14 minutes, right?” Lena reminds her, and Kara mock scowls.

“Alright, first of all, that is rude for you to say out loud,” she pronounces, and Lena grins at her unrepentantly. “True, but rude. Secondly - it’s not about the value of the meal, it’s the principle of the thing! I wanted to treat you to something.”

At that, Lena’s smile transforms from a smirk into something warmer and more intense, like the sun, and Kara has to look away and blush, because she wanted to make her point, but she’s afraid she has played her hand a little too early.

She’s going to do it tonight, but she didn’t mean right now.

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Minor Headcanon about how the rest of the Rangers find out of Trini and Kimberly

-Billy is the first to figure it out, he’s seen them sneak kisses between training sessions and detention. He promised to keep their secret and is super happy for them being together.

-Jason kinda thought there might be something but he wasn’t sure until he went to Kim’s house one night to talk to herand found them both topless making out in her bed. Kim started making sure to lock the window when Trini is over now(after trini comes in that is) so it doesn’t happen again.

-Alpha and Zordon are both surprised when they saw the morphing grid acting up and showing Trini and Kimberly doing things. The first time they were worried about Kimberly trying to hurt Trini and the second time they had to remind them that morphing and the zords are only for training and battles.

-Zack somehow is oblivious to all of this. Like Jason, he has caught them together not fully dressed but assumed they were just helping pick out clothes for the other. He referees to them as close friends when he sees them holding hands in public and whispering in each others ear and even sitting on each others lap.

-Zack has also tried to set Trini up with different girls because he wants her to have a girlfriend. And when Trini mentions she has a girlfriend, Kimberly he says that he means someone she can fuck.

-Zack finally realize that they are dating after Alpha reminds them for the 5th time that morphing is only for training and fighting and not for personally pleasure especially not in that sense. (Tagging @daddyleksas because of the whole morph orgasm that they posted that made me think of that)

-Zack trying to act like he knew all along and was just trying to keep it a secret because he didn’t wanna out them (but secretly being pissed that Trini didn’t tell him (which she reminds him that she did he just didn’t listen))

-Tommy takes one look at them after she joins the team and just knows right away they are a couple and if you mess with one the other will end you.
The Breakdown.

Wayhaught AU where Waverly’s car breaks down, and Nicole happens to know just how to fix it. Warning: Smut ahead. 

Summers in Purgatory got surprisingly hot.

Waverly was about five miles away from town when her old jeep started to stall. “No. No no. Not now.” She sighed as she felt it get slower and slower until it came to a complete stop. “Shitstrumpets!” She yelled as she pounded her hands against the wheel.

She got out of the car and walked her way to the front where smoke was starting to puff out slowly from under the hood. She sighed. She knew nothing about cars. God, she wasn’t even sure if she knew how to open the hood.

Waverly pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jean shorts. She hated doing it but…he was the only person that knew how to fix this stuff.

“Champ…hey babe.” She smiled. “Can you come help me? My car broke down, I’m not that far out of town. Champ come on what could you possibly be doing?! I don’t know what a carburetor is! Champ. Champ? Hello! Fuck!” He hung up. She grunted as threw her phone into the desert land beside her.

“Damn, what’d that phone do to you?” A voice behind her asked. “You okay?” She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

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Humans Are Weird

So there may already be something about this but I haven’t seen it yet if there is. Anyway, here goes:

The crews human had had to leave less than one of their Earth months ago because of a family emergency and they had only just got a replacement, though, to put it in human terms, their old human could never be replaced in their hearts. Anyway they knew that most humans eat different foods, though they still couldn't​ completely understand why they did this, and the commander had ordered them to pick up a variety of human food so that they would have something the new human ate. They put out a variety of the stock foods that they had deduced all humans would eat at least something from.

An hour later they were picking up the new human. She introduced herself as Lillie and asked to see the food first before they flew off. Slightly confused but not really concerned because they were used to human habits. So they took her to the storage chambers to show her the food they had bought for her but Lillie took one look at it and said, “Sorry, but I don’t eat any of these foods. Is there any chance we could buy something else before we leave?”
Now the crews previous human had warned them of rare cases like this, but they thought they surely had enough range so as they shopped with the human they decided to ask them about, though trying to be careful about not being weird. “Excuse me human Lillie,” one of them said.
“Yes, sorry but I can’t remember your name?” She replied.
“My name’s Polga. I was just wondering why you don’t want to eat the food we bought. Is it one of your “allergies” or is it a “diet”? Our previous human mentioned both of those though said they didn’t have either.“
"Oh it’s not that, I’m just a really fussy eater and don’t like the taste of many foods.”
“But we even had chocolate,” said Polga. “We were assured that all humans like chocolate!”
Then, worried that he was being rude, Polga quickly added, “if you don’t mind me asking.”
“I don’t mind being asked, I’m used to questions about my eating habits by now,” Lillie said. “And I’m just one of the really weird humans who doesn’t like chocolate or lollies or pretty much any other food except for what I’m buying now.”
“So you just don’t like the taste? I’m so glad we don’t have that sense that prevents us from eating nutritional foods,” Polga said, hoping it wasn’t offensive to say it.
“Yeah that’s pretty much all it is. But I’m used to my weird way of eating by now so I’ve learnt to just bring my own food or know which places have food that I’ll eat.”
“Ok,” said Polga surprised that after knowing humans for years there was still more to learn about them. “I suppose, to quote one of your great historical figures, Gandalf-”(Polga still did not believe fiction existed)“- My dear Lillie! Humans really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in, well longer than a month, maybe an Earth year?, and yet after, not a hundred years, only maybe about 12, they can still surprise you at a pinch.”
Lillie laughed as they walked back to the ship.

Fever Kiss

Dabin was beginning to get concerned. Christian hadn’t eaten anything all day, his eyes were hardly open, and he kept falling asleep in weird places. When he started coughing he decided to ask once more. “Hey man, are you alright?”

“Yeah” Christian cleared his throat feeling the horrible scratchiness deep inside it. “I’m fine.” After putting on a mask he continued to work. The mask helped muffle his coughs and make them less noticeable to Dabin and the others.

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Alternative endings for Samurai Jack that would still have been bittersweet without wiping Ashi out of existence

Genndy Tartakovsky wanted to make the ending of Samurai Jack bittersweet. Okay, fine I can respect that. However, he didn’t need to wipe Ashi from existence to do that.

In fact, making Ashi fade away created so many plot holes. How did Jack travel back in time if Ashi didn’t exist? Why does Jack and everyone who met her remember Ashi? Why didn’t she disappear straight away? Why did she lose her powers when Aku died but then stay around only to fade away on her wedding day?

Here are some different ways Samurai Jack could have ended.


1. Once she’d broken free on his control, Ashi no longer had Aku’s powers. She helped Jack kill Aku but Jack had to live the rest of his life in the future.

Jack could never go home and still felt guilty about being unable to save the people of his own time. However, with Ashi by his side and an army of friends, he slowly learned to be okay with that.


2. Ashi died fighting Aku and her sacrifice gave Jack enough time to kill him.


3. Jack killed Aku in the future but was mortally wounded in the process.

Ashi held Jack’s hand as he bled out. He was surrounded by the people he’d saved over the years and who had come to his aid in his hour of need. He died an honourable death, knowing how much of a difference he’d made.


4. Under Aku’s control, Ashi killed Jack.

Aku then let Ashi’s true personality surface again so that he could taunt her. She was horrified by what he’d made her do.

Through her tears, Ashi picked up Jack’s sword and pointed it at Aku. He laughed, telling her that she is his daughter through and through and the sword won’t work of her. It can never be used by evil.

Aku didn’t even move out of the way when Ashi struck him. He only had a moment to feel surprised as the sword cut him before Ashi struck again, this time a killing blow.

Carrying Jack’s sword, Ashi walked away. No one would ever control her again. She repeated what Jack had told her, “I am not my mother. I am not my father. I am my own person.”


5. Ashi took Jack back in time. Together they killed Aku. She kept her powers and didn’t fade away.

Jack and Ashi stay together. Jack still doesn’t get older and, due to her powers, neither does Ashi. Eventually, they live long enough to see the time period Aku sent Jack to. It’s a very different place without Aku in control.

Jack runs into the Scotsman, who doesn’t recognise him.


6A. Ashi broke free of Aku’s control but didn’t have instant mastery of her powers. She and Jack killed Aku in the future and Jack was stuck there while Ashi learned to control her powers.

They helped the world heal and undid the evil that was Aku. Ashi kept practising and experimenting with her powers. One day, she told Jack that she could send him back to the past. However, there was no rush and they talk about it.

If Jack went back and killed Aku in the past, he’d create a new timeline where Aku never took over. That didn’t mean that the current timeline would stop existing but it would be in a different universe and Jack would never be able to come back to this one again.

The future they were in at the time was better than when Aku was still alive but it was still healing. Ashi decided to stay in the future and continue to help that timeline. Jack chose to go back and save the people of his timeline from ever living the one where Aku won.

They end up living in separate universes and can never see each other again.


6B. The same as 6A but with an added ambiguous ending.

After defeated Aku in the past, Jack helped his people rebuild and recover. However, he still didn’t age. He no longer felt at home among his own people and eventually left to wonder the world.

One day, Jack found the portal that the Guardian protects. However, Jack had no desire to time travel again. He knows the future is different now and it won’t be the one he left. Besides, if he waits long enough, he’ll live to see it.

Instead of trying to reach the portal, Jack talked to the Guardian. The Guardian told Jack that the portal can do more than move you in time. It can take you where you want/need to be, even if that place is in a different universe. Then the Guardian repeated what we already know; the portal is only to be used by one person and that person must defeat the Guardian.

The story ends with Jack raising his sword.

Angel Boy

Cas x Reader//Smut

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Sex, Getting Caught (kind of?), Unprotected Sex, Teasing/Calling Names

Summary: You know that Castiel likes you as you’d overheard him tell the boys, but he won’t act on it. You tease him by calling him “Angel Boy”, a name he doesn’t like. Castiel decides to confront you about this, which leads to an interesting demand from you.

Author’s Note: On my last home visit I got my wisdom teeth out and read a lot of fan fiction when recovering- I noticed Cas rolling his eyes and being sassy was a trend, as well as sarcastic sex- so I was inspired to write this. 


Originally posted by love-untiltheresnoloveleft

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been continuously teasing Castiel. After having heard him admit to Sam and Dean a few weeks ago that he always got a weird feeling around me which he didn’t quite understand fully- to which the boys later confessed what he was describing was ‘Love’- I decided that I’d try to see where I could take this little love interest.

I’d been wearing clothes that I thought I looked especially cute or hot in whenever I knew Castiel was going to be around; I would purposefully button a few of the top buttons of my flannel so he could get a ‘good view’ of my cleavage when we were researching. I also made sure to put in lots of touch, considering that I knew Castiel wasn’t much of a ‘touchy-feely’ kind of guy; he never had many interactions with humans before meeting Sam and Dean-according to what they tell me- so he was a little more socially awkward when it came to the hugs, or handshakes. Whenever we would pass by one another I would ‘accidentally’ brush my hand against his, or reach for the same book or object when doing research in the bunker. My touch seemed to always startle him, making him seem wearier and almost electrocuted when it’d happen, even if only for a split second.

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Kiwi || Part Two.

 Well you asked for it. I hope you like part two as much as you all did part one. If you missed part one, you can read it Here. And as always let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more. 

When the door slammed and a car had driven away Anne and Gemma cautiously made their way back into the living room, neither of them prepared for what they were about to find. Harry was on the floor in front of the couch where you had left him not ten minutes earlier. His breathing was heavy and laboured, his sobs more like screams. Motherly instinct took over Anne as she slouched down to hold him close. This had been his first proper breakdown since he was a child. She had in fact never seen him this bad. She could never blame you though, this wasn’t your fault. She felt to blame for if it weren’t for her carelessness then he’d still be oblivious and everyone would still be happy.

Her motherly instincts worried for you also as well as her unborn grandchild. She instructed Gemma to find you and make sure you were okay, so off Gemma went in her car trying to catch up to you. After fifteen minutes his breathing returned to some kind of normal rate and his sobs which had filled the room were now far and few between. “I don’t want it..” It was the first time he’d spoken words since she had left. “Don’t want what harry?”

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Harry Styles - Servant In Your House Imagine


[I changed it a little - she’s not a princess but still considered royalty, if that’s okay. This is an interesting and quite different one. It’s long and probably my favorite thing I have EVER written. haha. I just wanted to keep writing and didn’t want it to end.. I hope that you enjoy!!]

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They had been dating only recently. He thought she had loved him.
He was wrong.
She was so preoccupied in her teenage rebellion that she didn’t barely even think of what she was crushing underneath her combat boots. She tried so hard to be different. To fill her need to be special that she would pick up and drop whoever whenever.
She wasn’t a goth because she liked it. She wasn’t an ultra-recyclo vegetarian because she wanted to. She didn’t push him to become and stay (you can do better Danny, you’re better Danny) a halfa (a hero, Danny. Don’t you want to be a hero?) because she cared.
She didn’t like it. Didn’t want it. Won’t care. Just needed to be special and force people to do what she wants.
Jazz wondered if maybe Sam had projected onto Paulina. Maybe she knew what she was doing was wrong. Danny disagreed. She didn’t regret anything.
Sam Manson was just a shallow witch.

Overtime

So, this is a sequel to my one and only Sam GIF drabble, which is being written because I’m a slut and wanted to write some smut and I was originally gonna write smut in that gif drabble until my wrist bitched out. So now that I have no excuse, here we go.

And shout-out to the ever-wonderful @saxxxology and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for reading and beta-ing this when I became convinced that it was shit. They’re the best ladies in the entire world.

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Detective!Sam x Secretary!Reader
Inspiration: A GIF drabble inspired by a GIF from @sgarrett49
Words: 2,759
Summary:
Sam and the reader finally act on all that unresolved sexual tension, and his desk suffers for it
Warnings: Pure, unadulterated desk fucking. There’s no plot. Plot has died. Plot has no place here. Only porn.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Betty and Jughead fall asleep in the blue & gold office while working their butts off trying to finish some articles. Betty's mom freaks out when she doesn't come home and thinks that Betty and Jughead were doing more than just napping together. She then locks Betty in her room and Jughead sneaks her out and they go on the adventure of your choice.

Sure thing! I hope you like it.


The Adventure


“Juggie, I’ve just got to finish this paragraph.” Betty promised.

Jughead yawned again and nodded.
“You can head home, Jug, I know you didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Jughead shook his head this time and looked squarely at Betty. “No way, I’m going to walk you home.” Jughead smirked. “That’s what people like us do.”

“Okay, I’m almost done.” Betty smiled, clicking away on the computer keys.

Jughead yawned again and strolled over to the tiny couch in the corner of the office. Why there was a tiny couch in this room - or the lounge downstairs - he didn’t know. But at this moment, it was deeply appreciated.

Jughead propped his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out before him, resting them on a table.

He closed his eyes for just a second, listening to Betty’s beating of keys across the room.

He was comfortable but too warm, he decided. He shrugged out of his coat, then his flannel, leaving him in a tshirt and jeans.

He rested his head back against the top of the couch as Betty shuffled over to him.

“Ready, Jug?”

“Betty,” He started, cracking one eye open to look at her. “You wouldn’t believe how comfortable this old couch is.”

Betty smiled. “Oh yeah?”

Jughead reached out for her hand. “Sit with me.”

Betty did, cozying up to Jughead’s side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closely.

Jughead let out a deep breath, content.

Betty nuzzeled her head into Jughead’s chest and closed her eyes. He was right - this was comfortable.


Betty’s eyes opened as Jughead rearranged his hold on her - it was dark outside. Really, really dark. It was dark in here. Betty jumped up, looking for her phone. Shit, where was it? She was dead.

“Jughead, wake up! We fell asleep!” The panic was rising in her.

Betty could feel her usually taut ponytail slumping to one side of her head, pieces of hair falling over her face.

Jughead’s shirt was half way up his stomach, looking worse for wear. He was still asleep, a half smile crossing his face.

“Jughead!” Betty whispered again, shaking his shoulder.

His eyes cracked open this time, and the smile widened on his face. “‘Morning, Gorgeous.”

Betty couldn’t help but smile back. “It’s not morning,  Juggie, we fell asleep at school. My  mom is going to kill me when-”

They heard clicking down the school hall.

“Shit,” Betty whispered, throwing Jughead’s flannel at him. Where was her phone!?

The clicking of the shoes got louder and as Betty reached her desk - finally, there was her phone - The Blue and Gold office door flew open, Alice Cooper standing in the doorway.

“Elizabeth, do you have any idea what time it is?!” Alice roared into the room, looking prestine as always.

“No,” Betty said lamely.
“It’s after midnight. What were you-?” Alice zeroed in on Betty’s unruly hair, then scanned the room.

Jughead was fighting to get his flannel on.

“What the hell were the two of you doing in here?”

Betty looked over to Jughead trying to get his clothes on, the hat that had slumped to the back of his head. His tshirt was still slightly wrinkled and sat just above his bellybutton. She smoothed her hair down, knowing she looked guilty doing it.

“Nothing,” Betty said, head high. She knew what happened - and what didn’t. “We were just working on the paper, Mom.”

“I won’t have you acting like Polly did, Elizabeth.”

“We were working on the paper.” Betty said again.

Alice grabbed for Betty’s arm, steering her towards the door.

Jughead shrugged on his coat, following behind the Cooper women. He knew better than to say anything, but he still wanted to keep an eye on them.

It was a silent car ride back to the Coopers - Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand as she got in the car, but kept walking. He wasn’t crazy enough to ask Alice for a ride.

Alice had yelled at Betty for five minutes when they got home - she already had one pregnant daughter, she didn’t need to - despite Betty’s protests that she had the wrong idea of what had happened at school.

Alice had ended up locking Betty in her room, saying she would unlock the door in the morning.

“What if I have to pee?!” Betty called, rolling her eyes. Her mother was so dramatic.

Betty changed out of what she had worn to school and into leggings and a large sweater.

She sat down at the edge of her bed, head in her hands. If only Alice hadn’t walked in when she had - Betty barely had time to reflect on how much she had enjoyed her time with Jughead. The best sleep of her life, packed into just a few hours.

She smiled, and suddenly there was a quiet tap on her window.

Betty looked over at her window, a bigger smile spreading across her face as she saw Jughead. She slid open the window.

“You on house arrest?” Jughead smiled.

“She locked me in here!” Betty hissed.

“I guess she forgot you have two windows.”

Betty smiled and rolled her eyes.

“You up for an adventure?”

“What kind of adventure?”

“Do you trust me?” Jughead murmured.

“Of course I do.” Betty smiled. “Hold on.” She went to her bed, fluffing up her blankets and arranging the pillow just so, just in case. She knew her mother wouldn’t check on her - she would never expect her to climb out the window.

Betty walked back to the window, looking out to see Jughead already at the bottom, holding the ladder for her.

She quickly made her way to the bottom, taking Jughead’s hand as she stepped on the grass. “Where to?”

“I’ll show you.” Jughead smiled at Betty in the dark. They strolled down the sidewalks, passed Archie’s house, around a corner, until they came to a stop.

Betty recognized this house - it was Jughead’s old house.

“What are we doing here?” Betty whispered.

Jughead kept walking into the back yard, pulling Betty along with him. They stopped in front of an old treehouse.

“The treehouse!” Betty said excitedly. “I forgot about this thing!” Betty started climbing up the old wooden boards.

She ducked her head inside, Jughead following her quickly.

It looked exactly how she remembered it. There were drawings marked into the wood with crayon, a trunk full of comic books, a notebook full of doodles and ‘secret code’. There was a skipping rope, as well as a pack of gum and a tennis ball in the corner.

“The people that bought your house never checked in here?” Betty murmured as she sat in front of the comic book trunk.

“They’re elderly, they didn’t have any children. I heard that they were thinking of knocking it down, but it hasn’t happened yet.”  

Betty passed Jughead a comic book.

“I tried sleeping in here, once, after my dad started drinking again. It was pretty risky though - if anyone saw me, they’d call the cops and I’d be right back with him. Plus, it’s pretty uncomfortable.”

Betty looked at Jughead sadly. She had just recently learned about Jughead’s situation. She reached out and squeezed his hand.

They spent the next hour flipping through comic books, trying to decyfer the code in their notebook.

Jughead intertwined his fingers with Betty’s. “Ready for the next stop?” Jughead asked.

“There’s more?” Betty said excitedly.

The climbed out of the treehouse carefully, tiptoeing through the back yard, away from the house.

The night wasn’t too cold - there were stars shining above them, noises coming from different parts of the city around them.

They walked quickly, both of them excited. They gripped each other’s hands.

Eventually, they found the closed Drive-In.

Betty turned her head to look at Jughead, but he just smiled.

She followed him to the projection office.

He slipped a key out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

“They haven’t torn it down yet, obviously, and I just wanted you to see inside. I love it here.”

Betty followed him inside, looking around as she did so. “Jug, there’s so much stuff in here. Are you sure you don’t want any of it?”

She looked around, seperating her hand from his. She looked at the shelves, fingering the different rolls of film.

She looked at the different titles, noticing some of Jughead’s favorites.

Jughead was sitting on the small bed that fit into the room, playing with the pillow.

“Can you put one on?” Betty murmured.

“I can’t project it outside, in case someone sees. But I can play one for just us.” Jughead smiled, walking to the machine.

Jughead looked through the different titles, picking one and putting it on. The projector was loud.

“What’s this?” Betty asked, nodding her head to the movie.

“The Killing from 1956. It’s a Stanley Kubrick. It’s one of my favorite lesser-knowns.” Jughead murmured as the movie started.

Betty sat next to Jughead on the small bed, realizing why the Drive-In had meant so much to him. Not only did he love his job, it was his home.

Betty traced little patterns over Jughead’s skin absent-mindedly, both of them enjoying the movie.

Jughead leaned back, and Betty leaned back with him. She rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the movie but enjoying his company more.

More than halfway through the movie, Jughead turned his head the best he could, trying to see Betty’s beautiful face.

“Betty?” He murmured.

She leaned forward, away from his chest, to look at him. “What?”

He grazed his lips slowly against hers before locking her lips between his. He had wanted to do that since they woke up at school.

They stayed like that, gently kissing in the dark, the light from the movie alighting their faces.

The movie reached the end of the roll, bringing Jughead back to reality.

“Okay,” He said, taking a deep breath. “One more surprise.”

Betty smiled and took his hand to get up off the makeshift bed.

“Jughead?” Betty said, stopping him before he had the chance to open the door. “Are you sure you don’t want any of these old movies?”

Jughead shook his head. How would be play them, anyway?

Betty nodded, grazing the shelf that held the film cannisters. It was dusty. She found the one she was looking for and slipped it in her sweater pocket.

“Ready?” Jughead smiled.

Betty nodded and took his hand, leaving the booth behind them.

She was surprised at how light the sky looked above them. Sure, they’d been out for hours. But Betty expected darkness - they left the house in darkness, after all.

They strolled through the grass, the dampness from the dew touching their ankles.

She knew better than to ask Jughead where they were going - he was a sucker for surprises. He wouldn’t ruin them.

They didn’t go far, just passed the Drive-In, there was a park that was hardly ever used.

They walked between the dense trees, spotting a play-structure for children, rows of swings and a teeter-totter.

Betty walked directly to the swings, sitting down in one. She expected Jughead to sit beside her, but he didn’t. He walked behind her, gently pushing on her back so that she would swing back and forth.

A smile spread across her face. She hadn’t been pushed on the swings since she was a toddler.

“Hey, what movie did you swipe from back there?” He laughed.

“A Rebel Without A Cause.” Betty admitted. “I feel like it’s our movie.” She blushed. “I wanted it, even if I don’t have anything to play it on. It’s ours.” She said.

Jughead was terrified - he hadn’t planned this night, it wasn’t elaborate. He had thought of it at the last minute, walking home by himself, thinking of the best sleep of his life that he had just awoken from.

Why not show all the places he loved most to the girl he loved most?

And then, he realized, that he had just come clean to himself. He loved Betty. He loved Betty?

He loved Betty and he was going to tell her.

He looked upwards towards the sky, then stopped pushing against her back. She swung gently a few times around him before coming to a stop.

“It’s almost time,” He said, a shy smile on his face. He walked around the front of her, extending a hand so she could jump down.

“Time for what?” She smiled.

They walked over to the grass, keeping each other’s hand in their grasp.

Jughead pulled her down onto the dew-soaked grass, then layed down. Betty did the same.

The sky changed from the dark, intense blue to a lighter blue, stars disappearing.

Eventually they saw whisps of clouds appear, dotting the sky. There were purples and pinks decorating the sky above them.

Jughead turned his head to look at Betty - she was smiling, in awe.

“I’ve never watched a sunrise before,” Betty murmured.

“Betty, I love you.” He rushed out. There. There was no taking it back, no pretending it didn’t happen.

She was the first person beside his father, sister or mom that he had said that too.

Betty rolled onto her elbows, propped up to look at him.

“You love me?” She whispered.

Jughead nodded slightly. “I love you.” He whispered back.

“I love you, Jughead.” She smiled. “This was the best night of my life.” She murmured, dipping her head lower to kiss him.

Jughead kissed her back, tears pricking his eyes. The girl he loved, loved him too. He blinked them away, breaking the kiss.

“You’re missing the sunrise.” He murmured.

“You’re better than the sunrise.” She smiled, kissing him once more.

They stayed like that until the sky was light. They stood up, clothing wet, hand in hand.

“We better get you home before your mom realizes. I don’t want her to castrate me.” Jughead said lightly.

Betty shook her head. “Me neither. I wouldn’t let her touch you, though. Nobody touches the person I love.” She smiled, bumping her hip against him.

“That’s my girl.” He laughed.

Painting a different picture of Rikyako's incident.

Some things irked me when I tried to reconstruct what happened on Day 2’s Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare. I was trying to write a better story, a better recount when I realised there were both gaps in what I knew as well as things that didn’t add up.

Mostly, it was trying to piece together what Anchan said to Rikyako. No one was actually able to hear that, even though we were able to hear Rikyako’s sobs, Ainya’s constant “daijoubu” and Suwawa telling Rikyako to calm down. But Anchan’s mic did not pick up anything she said, which could only mean that she had been switched from arena-broadcast to internal-comm.

I was also confused over all the different accounts on how they said there were two restarts- I only realised after a while that they had counted the part after the note-hitting solo as a fresh start when it was just a continuation. That was the segment where the music cut off, despite Rikyako already jumping back in and trying to keep up.

It slightly ruins the amazing story that we had built up, but this is the more likely actual sequence of events I reconstructed with other people’s help.

  1. Rikyako messes up a note and panics. She misses the entire note-hitting instrumental and starts to break down.
  2. The background instrumental kicks in and Rikyako tries to jump back into playing, but at this point she is on the verge of falling apart.
  3. Stage director sees this (probably through the piano cam?) and cuts the music. The girls dance a bit more, ready to resume in case the music comes back up.
  4. Stage director switches Anchan over to internal-comm and informs her to check up on Rikyako.
  5. Ainya and Suwawa follow despite most likely not being told to do so as well. The other girls either stay put of their own volition or get told to do so.

And the rest of the incident is just as it seems. This by no means makes Anchan any less of a leader: she still had the strength to command in that moment (she tells Ainya to back off to give Rikyako breathing space at one point), not to mention she faced most of the difficult task of getting Rikyako to calm down.

The main point is mostly noting that some very important people, notably the production crew, had been forgotten in all this. In that split-second, it was the stage director who had noticed Rikyako’s condition and made the painful call that it would be worse for them to continue. He cut the performance and sent Anchan up to check on her. It was the crew which turned what was potentially a disastrous moment into a heart-warming one, managing to spin a positive take onto it that was the best possible outcome from a worst-case scenario.

No one ever thanks the production crew except the performers themselves, and that is mainly because the hallmark of a good production crew is that you won’t even notice their work. And sure enough, the focus of the concert remained on the 9 girls all the way to the very end despite such an incident. For the crew which managed to pull this off, I have nothing but respect for them.

NCT127 Reaction to Another Idol Flirting With You

Anon requested: NCT 127 reaction to you(idol) get a Lot love From other boy group member

A/N: Thank you for this lovely request!! Hope you enjoyed!

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