otp: could you whisper in my ear the things you wanna feel

All I Want - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕

Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)

Warnings: swearing

Jughead Jones x Reader

OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.

Cheers to @satanwithstardust for being trash and reading stuff as always cos she smells. Oh and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan for being my new friend because I’m alone ;c eheheh ENJOY

Words: 3,014 (longest one yet yayay)

“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones. 

A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend. 

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This oneshot idea has been written in the notes of my phone for literally forever, so last night I started writing it up.

Fluff ahoy. Post-Tokyo.

Exhaustion didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling as he trudged towards the main room, doing so as quietly as he possibly could. Such a skill wasn’t usually difficult for him considering his level of stealth.

But when fatigue was thrown into the mix, his footsteps were a little louder and stealth kind of went out the window.

Robin yawned as he moved. His legs felt sluggish and his signature red backpack was weighing heavy on his shoulders, even though there wasn’t that much stuff inside. He had a feeling his mask was slightly askew too but he wasn’t too bothered considering he’d be taking it off soon enough.

As the doors opened with a whoosh, Robin couldn’t help but smile as the familiar scent of home filled his senses. The faint aroma of pancakes with the smallest hint of tofu in the air, the slight burn smell from the game station running throughout the day, whiffs of the girls’ respective perfumes.

It always hit him harder when he’d been away for a while.

“Rob!” Came a surprised but upbeat voice.

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jikook au!bowling

ok some of you request me an AU jikook at bowling so here we go! 

  • “come with uuuus” “No Tae, i have literally many things to do”. Taehyung was disappointed. He knew that Jimin didn’t say the truth. The only reason why his bestfriend didn’t want to go at bowling with all of them it was because of course if there’s Yoongi, there’s Jungkook too, Yoongi’s younger brother. And when you just put Jimin and Jungkook into a sentences together, all you can have it’s just a looong competitive argued from all the teases that the younger gives to the elder. “Is because there will be Jungkook too?” “Of course not.” 
  • Night was going well. At the end Taehyung managed to convince his bestfriend. Well…convince is such a big word. For half an hour Taehyung teased Jimin because “I can’t believe Jiminie is avoiding Jungkook-ah because he’s afraid to lose”. It didn’t take too much but Jimin was already ready in 2 minutes.”Jiminie you brat, we still have to go in 5 hours”. 
  • Night was going well. After an hour Jungkook and Yoongi finally arrived. “Why are you two late??” asked Tae holding his lucky BBB (as he likes to call lucky black bowling ball)  “Ask to this idiot” Yoongi just rolled his eyes looking at his brother who didn’t say nothing yet. 
  • “I thought Jiminie is not coming” “I am hyung for you, Jungkook-ah!” “Yeah, whatever” “at least i’m not the one who arrived late!” “but now i’m here. I’d never lose the chance to see you, i mean your bowling skill” Jungkook teased with a smirk on his face. “okay okay, you two stop acting like child and come to play!”
  • Jimin can’t help but still think of the i’d never lose the chance to see you’s Jungkook. He thought what the hell was supposed to mean. It wasn’t the first time that the younger said something like that. Jimin’s face became totally red just with one though and Taehyung looked at him asking with a glance, as if they were telepathic, if he was okay. Of course Jimin wasn’t okay, just the though of that makes him wanna scream like hell no.
  • Everyone was having fun. Hoseok’s scream echoed into the whole room, Namjoon and Yoongi laughing at the stupidity of Taehyung and Jin was busy taking pictures of his precious friends with his lovely polaroid.
  • Jungkook’s score was already 135. Jimin’s score was still 35. Okay maybe it wasn’t his lucky night or maybe it was just the fact that he was never lucky with bowling and stuff.
  • Jimin was so confused. When he failed to strikes he could see the smirk on Jungkook’s face, oh that brat, he’s probably enjoying this moment. And when Jungkook strikes, Jimin could see the taller boy turning around to look at him for a minute with a smile-not-smirk on his face like he dedicated the strikes for him, how absurd was that situation. 
  • Jimin sucks at bowling and things get worse when he started to focus on Jungkook’s body. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOU IDIOT LORD IS WATCHING YOU, he said to himself but oh, those pair of skinny jeans fits so well Jungkook’s thighs, that plan white shirt where Jimin could even see his abs and the sweats scrolling slowly on his forehead..Jimin bit his lips. 
  • Jungkook caught the shorty boy starring him. He smiled at him again, like it was the 374923 times and then winked at him. He didn’t even know why he winked at him and he swear, he saw Jimin’s checks totally covered by a red color. It was cute tho. Jimin was cute.
  • It was Jimin turn again and how he predicted, the first strike just hit 4 skittles. It wasn’t his fault, his concentration really flew away and he was tensed, literally tensed. “Jiminie!” he could hear Jungkook’s voice from his behind as the boy walked over Jimin’s position. “Jungkook-ah is gonna make fun of him, mark those words” Hoseok and Taehyung said at the same time laughing. Jimin was ready to scolded them turning in his face but he felt a hand on his wrist and another hand on his hip and suddenly blocked himself when he smell Jungkook’s scent from his back. 
  • It took 5 minutes for Jimin to realize that Jungkook was holding him, teaching him how to pose and how to move. It took literally 5 minutes for Jimin to realize that Jungkook just whispered into his ears with a calm and deep voice that it took all his strengths to not collapse in front of everyone.  
  • “..and then you just let go your hands. Get it?” Jungkook whispered with a calm voice. Jimin really tried to focus, indeed he finally strikes all the skittles. The only problem was that “it’s getting hot, don’t you think Tae?” “no, actually i feel cold..brrrrrr” Taehyung said rubbing his hands on his arms to warm himself. 
  • Night was going well, it was late and everyone was tired ready to return to their home. But before Jimin could walk away, a strong hand hold his arms. “Don’t ever think that i smirked for all this time just because you suck at bowling. It was good having a nice view of your ass in front of my eyes” Jungkook whispered into his ears so no one could listen. “Goodnight Jiminie!” and then Jungkook walked over him to make his way at home with his brother Yoongi.
  • Jimin froze for a moment incapable to say something and blinked twice. “….I’M HYUNG FOR YOU!” he screamed literally red all over his face, blushing like no one. 
  • Jimin and Taehyung walked to their apartment  that they share together. The short one was feeling so hot that he refused to put his jacket on. The tall one was feeling cold..but not cold at all. “Is that Yoongi-hyung jacket? Why have you got his jacket?” Jimin asked after noticed the black jacket that his bestfriend was wearing. “What Jungkook whispered to you before?” Taehyung asked avoiding his bestfriend question. They didn’t say anything but just blushed because oh is the two bestfriends start having a crush for the two hot brothers?


  • “Are you come with me or not?” Yoongi asked to Jungkook. “Taehyung said that Jiminie won’t come so i guess no?” he said obviously. “But look, Taehyung just texted me and say that Jimin will come” Yoongi walked into Jungkook’s bed showing his conversation with Taehyung. Jungkook frown “Did you just really saved Tae’s contact with a heart, hyung?” 
Bae Jinyoung || Childhood Crush

Genre: Fluff

Jinyoung stepped foot outside of his house, standing on the place mat as he swung his backpack over his shoulder, straightening out his shirt before closing the front door shut.

As he stood outside on his yard, he turned his head to see Y/N walking outside of her house. He widens his eyes and takes in a deep breath before he sees her beginning to walk down the sidewalk. Jinyoung carefully walks behind her, staring at her back as he follows her.

It’s an everyday thing, actually. Jinyoung walking behind Y/N every morning on his way to school. He’s been doing this for the past 12 years that they’ve been going to school together. He always walks behind Y/N on his way to school, admiring her from the back and smiling to himself as she has her earbuds in, listening to her music, paying no mind to the cars passing by or the neighbors standing outside of their houses.

It was quiet the rest of the walk, despite Y/N’s loud music bursting through her earbuds, but Jinyoung didn’t mind it one bit. Jinyoung stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked a pebble on the ground. But as he did, the pebble hit Y/N on the back of her leg.

Jinyoung’s eyes widen as Y/N turns around, raising an eyebrow wondering where the pebble even came from. She stared at Jinyoung, who was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and looking around, acting like he didn’t do anything suspicious.

Y/N giggled and turned around, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. Jinyoung slapped his forehead with his hand, mentally cursing at himself for kicking that stupid pebble on the ground, and continued walking behind Y/N down the sidewalk.

As Jinyoung finally approached the tall school building, he saw Y/N part ways and talk to her friends. Of course, the realization hit him. Y/N’s one of the popular girls at school, who is always hanging out with her friends and is surrounded by a crowd of students all the time. She’ll never notice Jinyoung, who is only a nobody at this school.

Jinyoung watched Y/N as she talked to some guys, and felt his face grow hot and a tinge of jealousy, but ignored it and walked off. He made his way to his locker, quickly opening the lock and shoving his things inside of his locker before slamming it shut aggressively. As he shut his locker, he saw Jihoon standing right behind it, jumping in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, you scared me Jihoon!” Jinyoung said. Jihoon had his hand placed over his chest. “More like your locker scared me, Jinyoung. You seem angry, though. What’s wrong?” As Jihoon asked him this, Jinyoung sighed, not wanting him to know about his own jealousy when he saw those guys talking to Y/N earlier.

“U-uh nothing, it’s something stupid, don’t worry about it.” Jihoon raises an eyebrow and stares at Jinyoung, seeing the obvious lie in his eyes. “Jinyoung, we’ve been best friends since birth. Do you really think I’m gonna let your lie go?”

Jinyoung sighs and gives in to his best friend. He knows Jihoon isn’t the type to let anything go after it’s mentioned, so he opens his mouth to speak. “Fine. It’s just, Y/N-” Before Jinyoung could finish his sentence, he widens his eyes as he sees Y/N walking down the hallway, by herself. Jinyoung gulps and hides himself behind Jihoon.

“Jinyoung, what are you doi- Oh!” Jihoon notices Y/N approaching them. He smirks as Y/N walks by them and stops her. “Hey Y/N, Jinyoung has something to tell you.” Y/N turns to see Jinyoung, who was still hiding behind Jihoon. Jinyoung widens his eyes and glares at Jihoon for not protecting his cover, before turning to Y/N, giving her an awkward smile.

“U-uh Y/N, um… I-” Jinyoung plays with the hem of his shirt nervously, the atmosphere a bit uncomfortable between the two of them. Y/N nodded her head, signaling for Jinyoung to go on with what he’s trying to say. “I- uh… Do you like Messi?”

Jihoon facepalmed himself and Y/N stared at Jinyoung, confused at his question. “E-excuse me?” Jinyoung’s eyes widen and he mentally slaps himself for asking something so stupid, especially in front of his longtime crush. “I-I mean… I-I like you, I mean!-” Y/N blushes as Jinyoung says that and plays with her fingers.

Jihoon pats Jinyoung on his shoulder, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Good luck, kid.” Jihoon tells him before walking off. Jinyoung knew for sure he would fight Jihoon after school for leaving him alone with Y/N and also blowing his cover earlier. Jinyoung turns back to Y/N and notices how pink her face is, which he honestly found really adorable. Y/N clears her throat and speaks up first. “I-I didn’t know you liked me like that, Jinyoung…”

Jinyoung blushes red and nods his head slowly. “Y-yeah, I do. Wh-why? Is it wrong to?” Y/N shakes her head no. “No, no it isn’t! I’m just so surprised knowing that you feel the same way as I do.” Jinyoung’s heart starts beating fast hearing those words come out of Y/N’s mouth. ‘Is this true? The love of my life really, truly likes me back? And not just in a friend way but in an actual relationship kind of way?’

“Y/N, I’ve actually liked you since grade school. Ever since we were both little kids, I always felt this way for you. I know this sounds weird, but everyday I will walk behind you on the way to and from school. I’ve always been so shy and nervous around you, I’m never able to get a single word out of my mouth because I like you so much.” Jinyoung’s face turns a deeper shade of red as he stares at Y/N straight into her eyes. “Will you go out with me, Y/N?”

Y/N was a blushing mess and she nods her head furiously. “Yes, Jinyoung, I’ll go out with you!” She gives Jinyoung a big hug, feeling his heart beating fast against her chest. Jinyoung blushes and sighs in relief, finally being able to be in the love of his life’s arms. They quickly break up the hug, though, since they were still in school. They noticed all of the stares that every student passing by gave them. Y/N straightens her clothes out and clears her throat as she bows at all of the students passing by. She turns to look at Jinyoung and gives him a bright smile, the smile that Jinyoung had always hoped to be meant for only him.

“To be honest, I’ve actually liked you since we were younger, too. I just never admitted it to myself. I noticed you following me on the sidewalk, and I would always get excited to see you at school everyday. Honestly, I was always so used to you walking behind me, that every time you’re absent or not there, it feels empty. Like something important isn’t right there behind me.” Y/N blushes as she says all of this and Jinyoung notices the sincerity in his eyes, making his heart swell with so much love, he just wanted to bring her into another hug and kiss her, but only if they weren’t in the middle of the school’s hallway.

“Y/N, I like you. So much. And hearing you say all of these things makes me so happy that you feel the same way that I do.” Jinyoung smiles at Y/N, adoring the shy look on her face. Before they could say anything more, the warning bell rings, signaling that class is about to start. Y/N widens her eyes and notices all of the students in the hallway rushing off to their classes.

“I have to go now. Bye, Jinyoung! I’ll see you around!” She waves to Jinyoung before running to her class. Jinyoung watches her as she makes her way down the hallway, placing his hand on his heart and feeling its beats growing faster and faster every second.

Jinyoung felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text message from Jihoon.

 From Jihoon: ‘Did you confess?!’

Jinyoung chuckles at his lame friend and types in his response before pressing send.

From Jinyoung: ‘Yes! Turns out she likes me, too!’

It didn’t take too long for Jihoon to reply back. In all caps especially.

From Jihoon: ‘REALLY? DUDE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! But did WinkDeep really flop?’

Jinyoung laughs and rolls his eyes at his reply.

From Jinyoung: ‘Thanks! And I guess so :(‘

From Jihoon: ‘Yikes, the i c o n i c WinkDeep duo is over now all thanks to your girlfriend. Lmao jkjk y’all are so cute tho and I ship so hard!!’

From Jinyoung: ‘WinkDeep is still great tho! And stoppp, I’m blushing.’

From Jihoon: ‘Blushing? I never knew you could blush’

From Jinyoung: ‘Dude you’re so mean’

From Jihoon: ‘I know. But really tho… “Do you like Messi?” was that all you got?’

From Jinyoung: ‘DON’T JUDGE ME!!!’

From Jihoon: ‘Lol I’m just teasing ya. But I’m still not over the fact that Y/N likes you back! I’m literally trying not to die in math class rn.’

From Jinyoung: ‘LMAOOO well focus in class you weirdo. I have to get to my history class now.’

From Jihoon: ‘Okay! I just can’t believe my 12 year long OTP is finally real now! I feel like a proud uncle.’

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at Jihoon’s reply before the late bell rings. Jinyoung’s eyes widen and he turns off his phone and shoves it into his pocket before straightening out of his outfit and smiles to himself, thinking of Y/N. ‘I can’t believe she actually likes me back. The love of my life actually feels the same way I do.’

Jinyoung walked down the hallway of the school, the smile never leaving his face as he kept thinking of Y/N, growing more and more excited to see her soon.


I walked into the boss’s office.

“Do you know why I called you in here?” He asked but I already knew the answer.

“Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic” he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine

“Accidentally?” He asked while pouring the drinks

“Well yeah..Why would I send you dick pics?” I asked while trying to hide my face from view

“Come on buddy we all know why you did it..And frankly I like how your backing down now” He saw right through my lie.

What can I do now?! I could just get up and leave…Then again i dont think he’ll let me..And I know I sent those pics when I was still sober…But..I couldn’t tell him that I’m into guys he’ll probably fire me.

“John as your boss I suggest you tell me why you really took those pics” he looked right into my eyes

“They were for my…Girl?..Friend?” I said while heating my ass off

“Oh really?” He asked still looking at my face

“Yes…” The moment I answered he got up and walked to the mic for the building

“Everyone it 8:56pm it’s best you take this night off just with a 2% cut off from your check, ask why and I’ll deduce more Goodbye!” And within​ 2 minutes the whole office was empty

He walked up to me and said “follow me”

Even though I didn’t want to be alone with him because of my embarrassment, I went just because I can’t resist his voice.

He walked me to his car and told me to get in…He could be fucking kidnapping me but I know what to do in that situation. Maybe he’s gonna send me to those camps they make for ‘not raised right’ children. Who knows what’s gonna happen…But I guess I’m ready.

I didn’t expect to end up back at his house. What are we doing here?

“Why did you bring me he-” I was shocked really.

My boss…Well never know as the Evan Fong was kissing me.

It was so unexpected..But I wanted it so bad for a while

I felt my lungs burning up for Oxygen and we pulled apart.

“I knew you liked me from the start John..Just didn’t think you’d send nudes so fast” he said as we got out car.

I blushed at this wanting to punch him in his fucking hot ass face of his. Until he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards his hot body.

“How about i treat you tonight..And show you a good time” I looked at him his eyes were full of lust and he looked right into my eyes.

“ I wanna see what you got boss boy” I whispered in his ear

That’s when we forced into a kiss as he carried me to his room. He plopped me on his bed and started making out with me. The room felt heated. I wanted his clothes off now. I tugged at his jeans and he knew exactly what I wanted.

We stopped making out and I reached to take those cock blockers off.

“Why do you wear a fucking belt?!” I said as I finally got the dam thing off.

“I have to look professional at work” he said.

I don’t want him to talk about work..I wanted to make him feel good so he’ll k ow how much I loved him.

Down to only his boxers I saw him little snake came out the hole. I pumped him through those fucking clothes for a little bit.

“J-John..Stop fucking teasing” I pulled those boxers off in a swift movement and saw that his cock was quiet huge.

I grabbed it and pumped it, watching Evan look at me and moan. I stuck his cock in my mouth and started bobbing and giving him the best blow job of his life.

“F-F-fuuck! Jon…Yo-you really are fucking great” he said as he came down my throat.

“You taste fucking great Ev~” he pinned me to the bed and started making out with me again.

“Now it’s my turn” he said in between the kisses.

He started taking off my clothes while I took off his shirt. In the minute that passed, we were both naked making out like crazy. He stood up for a little bit and walked over to his nightstand.

“Lube of course” he said as he grabbed a red bottle and came back to the bed.

He was about to put the lube on himself until I grabbed it and pumped some on him.

“J-John your doing to much work let me d-do something for a while” he said as I finished up

“But you are my boss and boss’s do the big work” I said as he kissed me and layed me back down

He positioned himself at my entrance and looked up at me. I nodded blushing at how he cared. Then a wave of pain came through me as he went in. “Tell me when to move” he said as I cried out.

Finally the pain turned into pleasure and I nodded for him to move. “I’m don’t want to be too rough” he said as he started moving slowly. I moaned at how good it felt but I wanted him to faster. So I made him slam into me.

“E-e-Evan go faster” I moaned out.

He speeding up. Trust after trust until he hit a certain spot that made me feel so good.

“E-e-Evan right t-there!” I moaned out as he went harder in the same spot.

I was a moaning mess. “Evan oh right there!” He started moaning out as well.

“E-E-EVAN I m about to-” I said as I came onto our chests. He kept pounding into me for a little longer until he came inside me.

He pulled out and layed down next to me.

“T-that was fucking great.” I said as he put his arms around me while I layed on his chest.

“Round 2?” He asked me

“Tomorrow..Right now let’s just go to bed” he pulled me closer and pulled a blanket over us.

“I love you” he said as he kissed my cheek

“I love you too Evy~” I kissed his lips and we both fell asleep right there.

anonymous asked:

can this prompt (otpprompts(.)tumblr(.)com/post/154067244034/imagine-your-otp-meeting-like-this-person-a-is) be the continuation of your aoki neighbor!au please??

It took me forever to find the original. LOL

I know this is… super late. But Happy Aoki Day?!? :D Here is the actual link to see the prompt lol. Sorta used it as a general guideline and changed it a bit.

Aokise is always for @limitlessmonster

Kise almost regrets leaving his phone on the end table beside the door.


He’d rather not have to call his sister and listen to her laugh in his ear when he tells her how he not only locked himself out of his house when he went to grab the newspaper, but also got caught in the door when it slammed itself on the belt of his robe. He doesn’t need a lecture about going outside half naked as well as one about his lack of observational skills.

He’d rather not have to call her… but he’d rather not be stuck outside, trapped by his own front door either.

When he gives another tug on the belt, another failure, he kicks at he door in frustration and regrets being pretentious enough to buy a robe where he belt doesn’t detach. He hopes that Kiyoko from across the street will be leaving for her morning run soon. She has a thing for Kise and hasn’t been discouraged by his endless rejections and apologies. She’d help him in a heartbeat.

In fact, Kise would be okay with any neighbor coming out their door to help. As long as it’s anyone but–

“What the hell do we have here?”

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heard you say, not today.


ELSE’S FIRST DAY at Nissens had been worse than expected. She had arrived late, nobody had spoken to her, and the vending machine had kept her change. She just wanted the day to end.

After school, she had to go to her cousin’s place to pick up her stuff. He had promised to drive her to her new apartment to help her unpack. She walked to his house, which was only a few blocks away, and rang the bell.

“Who are you?” the guy who opened the door was certainly not her cousin.

“I’m Else, Neel is expecting me.” She answered, surprised by the cold welcome.

“Whatever, just come inside.”

She chose to ignore him. Closing the door behind her, she went to her cousin’s room.

“Hey El’, how was your day?” Neel greeted her with a warm smile on his face.

“It sucked.” She sighed. “I just want to sleep right now.”

“Too bad you still have to move.” He laughed. “We should get going.”

He helped her gather her stuff, and they left his place. They were both in the car, driving to her new apartment, when Else decided to ask him about the not-so-nice-but-hot stranger who had opened the door.

“That’s just William.” Neel answered. “He’s a friend of Alex, my flatmate. They both go to Nissens.”

“Great…” She mumbled. “This year is gonna be worse than I thought.”


FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, they were standing outside Else’s new place, waiting for the guy who was already living there to open the door. She was a bit worried about this whole flatmate situation. Sharing an apartment was never easy, she had experienced it in London, where she used to live with her mother and her 10-years-old sister. She had a complicated mother-daughter relationship, and, even though she loved her family with all her heart, she had decided to move back to Oslo for her three years of high school.

The sound of the door opening brought her back to reality. The guy who was now standing in front of her was probably the hottest human being she had ever met. Left hand in his pocket, seductive smile on his lips -so cliché, she thought- he invited her to come inside.

“Hi I’m Chris. Nice to meet you Else… that’s your name, right?”

“Yes, and this is Neel.” She answered, pointing at her cousin.

“Yeah, we know each other, El’. He’s friend with Alex.” Neel explained, greeting Chris with a high five.

“But you didn’t tell me your little cousin had such a pretty face…” The hazel-eyed guy was starring at Else, making her feel rather uncomfortable.

Neel laughed. The two guys started talking about stuff that the girl didn’t really care about; she decided to leave them at the door and visit the apartment.

Else was kind of upset that her cousin didn’t bother to tell her he knew Chris before coming here. Things were definitely not going as planned. Her new flatmate was certainly hot, but he was also friend with Alexander Hagen, and that said a lot about him.

“Else?” Neel called her from the entrance. “I have to leave, I’m working tonight.”

She interrupted her tour of the apartment to  hug her cousin and thank him one last time. He left; Else was now standing in front of the door, feeling Chris’s presence behind her.

“Alone at last.” He whispered in her ear, a cocky smile on his lips. “Come with me, I’ll show you around.”

She sighed. She really had not clue how to deal with him. She followed Chris in the kitchen and around the apartment… and almost bumped into him, as he suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor.

“So, this is your room.” He said, opening the first door. “And here, your bathroom. But you can always come shower in mine…” He winked.

“Yeah, thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass.” She snapped back. This guy had a serious problem. He just couldn’t keep it in his pants.


ELSE HAD DECIDED to make pasta for dinner. Once it was ready, she prepared a plate to bring to her room. But of course, clumsy as she was, she managed to hit her pinky toe on a chair. “Putain.” She swore, wincing in pain.

“Ohh, she swears… In french.” Chris was leaning against the kitchen door, starring at Else, a smirk on his face. “Where have you been all my life, baby?”

“Staying far, very far from you.” She answered, rolling her eyes. “And maybe I should have stayed there. I mean, seriously, I can’t live you, you’re creeping me out.”

And she left the room before he could answer.



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That’s all for today! I hope you enjoyed it. I know it’s short, but it’s just an introduction. Sorry for the mistakes / grammatical incoherences. Just keep in mind that I’m French and probably mixing up some stuff.

- thanks <3

Restless Heart Part 2

Characters : Jared x Reader

Song : Say Anything by Anderson East 

(Yes i used this song again. it works lol)

Summary : You and Jared were nothing more than just friends. For years, you two were all you’ve got. Until the day Gen appeared on the show, and changed everything. And though, you were used to him dating other people, things changed when you found out he was engaged to her.

A/N : Okay, I got a lot of great feedback with the first part, and I just had to make another part for you all! I hope you enjoy. And please let me know what you think! Good AND bad! 

Read Part One here

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

During the Panel, Jared tried to focus on anything but you and the letter. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. 

Jensen would nudge his side, snapping him out of his daze. But then he would hear a simple word that reminded him of you and go back to that letter.  

“So, Jared has something extremely important and exciting he’d like to share with you all.” Rob muttered. 

The crowd was quiet and Jared knew it was time to tell them about his engagement with Gen. 

The crowd roared with applause, snapping pictures and some even screamed ‘OTP’ Jared and the others all shot their gaze over to the right side of the stage, where Gen was standing, waving at the audience. 

Jared couldn’t help but swallow hard as he met her gaze. He loved her. He really did, but something felt off and he couldn’t figure out why. 

She made her way over to his side, and quickly pressed her lips against his. “Hey babe.” She smiled. 

“Oh look! Sam and Ruby, the power yet demonic couple.” Rich exclaimed, making everyone in the room laugh. 

“You ready to tell them?” She whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
He forced a smile, and nodded, propping up on to his feet. She intertwined her fingers with his as they both turned to face the crowd. 

“Gen and I are getting married.” He yelled. 

Everyone screamed, jumping out of their seats and cheering. Gen was all smiles, her face was red and her eyes glistened under the spot lights. She was beautiful. Breath taking. And Jared knew how lucky he was to have someone like her want to spend the rest of her life with him. But he couldn’t shake you off. 

As the panel came to an end, you were trying to keep your composure. You decided to meet up with Felicia and Osric out by the walking dead panel.  

They were both cosplaying as characters, and you felt out of place.  

“So why aren’t you with Jared right now?” Osric asked, fixing his wig. 

You shrugged your shoulders, taking in a deep breath. “It’s the same thing every year. Besides, he has Gen now.” Just by saying that, you felt your stomach churn. 

“Speaking of Jared-” Felicia muttered. “He’s right over there." 

You slowly turned your gaze over, feeling your heart begin to race.
He was standing with Jensen and Misha at the autograph table, laughing about whatever they were talking about. 

He looked so happy, and it killed you because now you know that he doesn’t feel the same for you. If he did, he would’ve ran to you, right?

You cleared your throat, and turned your attention back to Osric, and smiled. "Wanna go to the beach tonight? Have a little bonfire?” He and Felicia flashed a smile, and nodded. “Fuck yeah!” They both squealed. 

You let out a soft chuckle, until you felt warm hands cover your eyes completely. “Guess who?" 

That voice sent shivers through out your body. It was a voice you knew very well. 

"Gen.” You yelped. 

She chuckled, giving you a tight hug and pecking your cheek. “Hey girly.” She smiled. 

“Hey.” You stammered, feeling guilt and also agony wash over you. 

You swallowed hard, trying to even your breathing and pretend as if everything were fine. 

“So I just talked to Jared and Jensen, maybe we could all go out for some drinks after this?” She muttered. 

“Well we were all thinking about going to the beach tonight. You all should come. It’d be fun!" 

You froze in your stance, feeling as if every inch of you turned into solid cement. 

"Oh my gosh that sounds amazing." 

Jared was preoccupied with his fans to even notice what was happening a few feet away from him. 

Until a girl with long brunette hair, who was cosplaying as Dean Winchester, made her way up to Jared. A smile was plastered on to her face, along with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

He leaned over, taking her hand into his, making her shudder.
"H-hi!” She smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m really nervous." 

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "It’s okay babe. Just breathe.”  

She did as she was told and took in two deep breaths. “I just wanna say that you have inspired me so much. And I don’t know where I would be without you.” She blurted out, crying harder now. 

He flashed a soft smile, and pulled her in as much as he could. 

“Thank you, that really means so much to me.” He whispered. 

She slid the photo of him and Jensen over, along with a pen for him to use.
He signed his name, along with a smiley face and handed it back to her. “Hope to see you again soon. And thanks for the kind words." 

She flashed a smile, feeling as if her life has been officially made. "Also, I want to congratulate you on your engagement!” She squealed. 

His lips curved up, and he nodded shyly. “Thank you." 

The next fan appeared right before his eyes, dressed as Abaddon. 

"Can I just say that supernatural has saved my life. You and Jensen mean so much to me, it’s crazy.” She was shaking as she stood before him. 

He let out a chuckle, and leaned over, taking her hand. “And you mean so much to us." 

He cheeks burned, and her heart felt as if it had skipped a beat. 

"Are you and Y/N okay?” She asked. “Because we haven’t seen her today, and you both haven’t had a tweet war in a while." 

Jared swallowed hard, forcing himself to smile. "Y-yea! Y/N and I are great. We have just been super busy.” He stated. “But she’s here." 

Her lit up and she clapped her hands together. "Good! Because you guys are seriously my OTP. I know you are engaged to Gen and all, but I really think you and Y/N are perfect for each other.” She blurted. 

Jared only chuckled, feeling his stomach flutter as he waved her good bye.
Jensen nudged his side, capturing his attention. “See, I’m not the only one who thinks that.” He whispered. 

Jared playfully rolled his eyes, until he met your silhouette. 

You were standing there, with your fake smile you always put on whenever you felt uncomfortable. 

Jared knew you like the back of his hand. Though sometimes he can’t tell whether you are lying or not, he knows that you cry when your upset. He knows that during awkward situations, you can’t help but to giggle. He knows that no matter what, you will bend over backwards for anyone you love. And those were just some of the things he loved about you. 

His attention was caught by gen who was only standing a few inches next to you. His stomach was churning and the memory of the letter flooded his mind.
This was going to be a long day. 

Hours passed, and you and some of the crew were all huddled at the beach, laughing over drinks and some food. 

You were with Misha, Richard and Rob, talking about Star Wars. 

“But see, what I don’t get is why they decided to start it on episode 4? I mean, wouldn’t it make sense to start at the beginning!” Rob exclaimed taking a swig of his beer.?

“What start at the beginning?” Jensen grunted as he made his way over.  

You turned to meet his gaze, only to meet brown caramel eyes.
Jared flashed clenched his jaw shut, pursing his lips as he shot his gaze elsewhere. 

Was he really that pissed off at you? 

Jensen took you in for a tight hug. 

“We were just talking about Star Wars.” Rich stated. 

Jensen nodded and flashed a smirk. “Of course you dorks were." 

You playfully swatted his arm and scrunched your nose at him. "Hey, don’t you dare make fun of us geeks. You’re just mad because you aren’t as awesome as us.” You said matter of fact. 

He tilted his head back and belted out into laughter. “Yea okay.” He stated.
As hours rolled by, you have caught yourself glancing over at Jared. Who not once have you the time of day. 

Everyone noticed there was tension, but didn’t want to pry into what happened.
“We need more beers!” Felicia yelled, curling up next to Osric. 

“I’ll get them.” You started for the truck, that was parked up over the small hill.  

“I’ll help.” Jared followed close behind, making your heart beat rapidly. 

As you unlocked the trunk to the truck, jared opened the cooler.
You felt your stomach twist, and your heart pound profusely, thudding in your ears. 

“Thanks.” You whispered. 

“Don’t mention it.” He snarled. 

It might be the alcohol or even the adrenaline pulsing through, but whatever it was, you just couldn’t take it anymore. “Jared please don’t be like this.” You muttered. 

He snapped his gaze to you, growing with rage. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He grunted. “How else am I suppose to be? Happy? You fucking wrote me a letter, didn’t even have the decency to say it to my face.”  

“I was scared!” You yelped. Feeling the tears begin to well.  

“That was a slap in the face. You saying goodbye without giving me a chance to say anything, hurts.” He groaned. 

“What is there to say Jared?! You’re engaged! You and Gen are going to get married!” You felt your voice raise. “There’s nothing you can say. I’m too late.” With the last word, the tears broke through the seal and stained your cheeks. 

Jared felt a lump form in his throat. He hated seeing you cry, especially when it was him who caused you to cry in the first place. “Y/N, for six years now, you have been the only girl I could count on in my life. Other than my mom and sister of course.” He lightly chuckled. “You are probably one of the most important people in my life. And reading that letter killed me. It felt like you just-”
You lingered on every word he spewed, waiting for him to spit out whatever he was holding back. 

“Why didn’t you tell me before I proposed? I mean you had a lot of chances Y/N. We stayed up until 4 in the morning playing video games! I helped you paint your apartment for three days! I even spent the night at your place countless of times! Why didn’t you tell me?!" 

"Would it have made a difference?” Your voice shook. 

This was it, the moment he waited for. To finally have the chance to come out and say that he loves you. But as he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. 

“Damn, did you two get lost or something?” Matt cackled, reaching for the cooler. 

Jared cleared his throat, forcing a crooked smile. “Yea, almost thought we were in the North Pole.” He said sarcastically. 

Matt belted out in laughter as they started back towards the bonfire.
You felt as if you were glued in your shoes. Not able to move. 

You had one question roaming your mind. 

What was he going to say?

#3 The Yule Ball (part 1)

Hermione is in the Triwizard Tournament and doesn’t have a date to the Yule Ball!

Hermione was a champion. She had outsmarted a dragon. She knew she was reasonably attractive. Girls kept telling her how easy she would have it finding a date to the upcoming ball. So why was she so nervous?

“There isn’t a boy at Hogwarts who doesn’t want to take you to the ball Hermione, stop stressing.” Ginny assured her.

“Viktor and his friends keep looking at you Mione.” Parvati giggled.

“I’ll bet one of them ask you!” Padma continued her twins thought.

“It’s one thing for a bloke to show up single, for a girl it’s just pathetic.” Ron told her. Oh, that was why she was so worried.

Ron could be so insensitive sometimes. In a fit of rage Hermione had rejected his offer of going to the ball together and declared that someone had already asked her to be their date, and she had said yes. But the days wore on and she still hadn’t actually found someone.

Harry was going with Ginny, much to Ron’s dismay. Viktor had been flirting with her but he was another champion so he wasn’t an option. Even Neville had a date, a quiet girl from Ravenclaw. She had thought and thought but it had gotten her nowhere. She was still no where near having a date.

Consumed in her thoughts, Hermione ran straight into another person as she rounded a corner.

“OUFF” they both exclaimed at the impact. Hermione’s books were sent flying as she fell to the ground. The other person dropped a small wooden box that thudded softly on the stone floor.

“Granger! You could have killed me!” They said in mock pain.

Hermione looked up as she scrambled to pick up her books “George! I’m so… er.. Fred, sorry I was just thinking.”

“When are you not?” Fred laughed earning himself a small giggle from Hermione. “About anything in particular or just in general?”

“Well…” Hermione felt her cheeks heat up, “it’s not important, just the ball, you know, and your brother, and… It’s really not important.”

“My brother? What’d he do now? Do I have to set up a little “accident” for him?“ Fred questioned only half joking.

“It’s really nothing, I… Well I told him I have a date to the Yule ball. And… Well I don’t.” Hermione stuttered. “Everyone has date I guess I just feel a little embarrassed that I still haven’t got one.”

“Well not everyone has a date you know.” Fred said winking at her.

“Fine but almost everyone!” Hermione had completely missed his wink, and the fact that he was in fact doing his very best to flirt with her.

“Well I don’t have a date.” Fred explained.

Hermione looked at him with a blank face, still not picking up on his interest.

“And you don’t have a date so…” Fred let the rest of his sentence hover in the air unsaid. Really she was smart. She could figure out what he was saying.

“Right. So what’s in that box?” Hermione quickly changed the subject.

“Merlin granger! Do you really not get what I’m trying to say? I thought you were reasonably intelligent!” Fred exclaimed exhausted.

“Wh…what?” Hermione tripped over her words, surprised by Fred’s outburst.

“I want to go to the ball with you!” Fred nearly shouted. The paintings on the walls grumbled about the racket he was making.

“Fred, you don’t have to. I wouldn’t want you to feel like you have to take me because I haven’t been able to find myself someone to go with.” Hermione mumbled, looking at her polished shoes.

“Hermione. What did I say?” Fred looked piercingly at her as he spoke.

“I.. Um.. That you’d go with me.” She responded, caught off guard by the question.

“No. I said I want to go with you. Actually, I rather yelled it didn’t I?” Fred spoke without breaking his gaze.

“You? Want to go with me?” Hermione asked him still with her look of shock turning into a small smile.

“Yes Granger. However don’t think this is me asking you.” Fred said matter-of-factly.

Hermione’s smile faltered.

“No, I will not be asking you to the ball Miss Dragon Rider. You’re the champion, you need to ask me.” He told her. This time when Hermione smiled it did not go away, she was grinning ear to ear by the time he was done his speech.

“Well then, Fred Weasley..” She started her sentence confidently before being cut off.

“No no no no no! Not like this Hermione! Haven’t you ever asked a young man to a ball before?” He exclaimed. Fred leaned in till his lips were just above her ear “I expect to be swept off my feet.” He finished in a whisper.

Before Hermione could react Fred swiftly plucked the small item out of the wooden box he had been carrying, placed it on top of the stack of books in her arms, turned on his heel and disappeared around the corner. Leaving Hermione alone in the hallway with a small smile and a deep blue (magically altered no doubt) corsage, with small embellishments folded out of book pages.

Okay so I’m definetly doing one at the ball with this story line so if you have any ideas for that shoot me a pm! Thanks for all your likes, reblogs, follows, or whatever you do when you read my stories! I am so excited about this blog and I can’t wait to do more! Send me prompts, ideas, likes, dislikes, and anything you want really (even if you just wanna chat). OH AND SHOUT OUT TO MY NEW BUDDY!!! Go follow hufflepuffbook-keeper! She helped me out a lot with this one and I’m sure you’ll love her work as much as I do! Till next time, kisses!

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This is for @sketchxhunter and @mikkm bc they both messaged me separately about this prompt and they are both amazing pple who make me feel a million times better about my writing T^T you guys are the best, thank you so so sooooooo much! I hope you like this!

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Ladrien June – Day 16 – Window Kisses
(continuation of the drabble “A Jealous Detour” that I wrote for Ladrien June day 8)

Part 1 | 2
AO3 | FF


“Let’s just say I have this annoying little thing called a conscience that tells me it’s a bad idea.”

“Ah, well, is there anything I can do to convince your conscience otherwise?” Adrien asked, leaning his elbows on the windowsill. His startling green eyes seemed to act as a magnet, drawing her in until they were way too close.

“You don’t need to convince it at all…” she whispered, swaying closer and closer to him. There wasn’t enough air between them for her lungs to take in.

“And yet,” he said, his warm breath tickling the tip of her nose, “you still can’t stay?”

“Better not,” she murmured, completely unsure of what she was even saying anymore. Her brain was incredibly fuzzy as she stared into his steadily darkening eyes. His gaze fell upon her lips and she swallowed nervously.

“Well, that was an interesting development, Marinette,” Tikki said, her mouth full of the cookies her miraculous owner had just handed her.

They were back in Marinette’s room, having arrived at the corner in front of her house just before she detransformed behind a bus stop. She had grabbed a handful of cookies for Tikki on her way upstairs after giving her mother a swift kiss on the cheek and was now twirling around in her room.

“Interesting?” she said, making a final leap and collapsing onto her couch. “Tikki, it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened!”

“Oh, Marinette. When will you learn how to control your emotions?” Tikki said, laughing as Marinette continued to lie there, completely dazed and elated. When she didn’t respond for another minute, Tikki rolled her eyes. “Okay, but seriously. Earth to Marinette?”

Marinette snapped up into a seated position with the biggest grin on her face.

“I have to see him again!” she squealed, then, looking out of her window at the blood orange sunset, added, “Tonight!”

“What?!” Tikki exclaimed, flying up to her at once, the second half of the cookie left behind on the desk. “Marinette, think about what you’re saying. You have a duty and a responsibility as Ladybug that you absolutely cannot take lightly.”

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Summary: Michael wants to ask Luke out, but he’s afraid.

Pairing: Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings (Female Reader is a character)

A/N: FINALLY SOME MUKE !!! FUCK YES MY OTP JFFJJSDKSDKLDS !! Also this is very shy fetus Muke and I personally think it’s adorable. 

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Michael!” Y/N screeched as she ran down the busy school hallway, pushing random bystanders aside to get to the familiar burgundy-haired boy. Michael turned around, eyes wide as his best friend ran right into his chest. “Woah, Y/N,” Michael chuckled, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her back gently. “What’s going on?” He asked, the two beginning to walk down the hallway together. “I talked to Luke Hemmings!” Y/N shouted, eyes wide with excitement. Michael nearly choked. He grabbed Y/N and yanked her into the janitor’s closet, slamming the door behind him. “You what?” He whisper-shouted, feeling anxiety surge through his body. “Y/N, what the hell?”

“You wouldn’t stop talking about how in love with him you are for the last two months, Michael! I knew you weren’t gonna talk to him about it so I did!” Y/N snapped back. Michael never noticed how often she used hand motions. He sighed, crossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. “What did you tell him and what did he say?”

Y/N let out a small squeal, as if she had the greatest news. “I told him that you have an insanely huge crush on him, and he told me…” She dragged on, patting on the wall to create a drumroll effect. “Luke Hemmings likes you! Michael, he like likes you!”

Michael released the large breath of air he didn’t know he was holding, a huge smile forming from ear to ear. “He likes me?” He asked, grabbing Y/N’s hands and jumping with her. Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around Michael. “I’m so happy for you!” She cried in joy.

Michael felt like he was the king of the world. Luke Hemmings, the cute blonde with the lip ring in Michael’s jazz band class and honors literature, had a crush on him. Michael wanted someone to pinch him, because he felt like this was all a dream.

“Also, I gave him your number and you two are going on a date after school. You’re driving,” Y/N grinned, clasping her hands together. “What?” Michael gasped, his smile getting wider. His face hurt from grinning so much. “Y/N, you’re my favorite person, I swear,” Michael nearly cried, his voice shaky as he pulled her into a huge hug. “That’s what friends are for, Mikey,” Y/N responded, closing her eyes and nearly squeezing the life out of her best friend.

School flew by. Y/N told Michael he was going to meet Luke by the flagpole in front of the school, next to the student parking, so Michael nearly sprinted there as soon as the bell rang. Luke was already there, looking equally as nervous as Michael. “Hi,” Michael greeted shyly as he approached him, a sweet smile on his face. “Hi, Michael,” Luke addressed with a shaky voice, unable to refrain from staring at Michael. He thought he was the most gorgeous specimen and it terrified him. “You can call me Mikey,” Michael informed, placing his hand on the small of Luke’s back as he lead him to his car. “So, where do you wanna go? It’s up to you.”

Luke pondered for a moment, but could barely think because oh my god, Michael Clifford is touching me. “Do you wanna go to the diner down in the city and get shakes?” Luke asked, that being the first thing he could think of. “Sounds cute,” Michael giggled. They reached Michael’s car- a 2005 black Honda accord- and Michael opened the passenger door for Luke. He climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the car on. Michael picked up the limp aux cable and handed it to Luke. “You can play your music, if you’d like.”

Panicking for a moment, Luke picked First Date by Blink 182. Michael grinned as he backed out, exiting the school area. “I love Blink,” He laughed, enjoying the fact that they had something in common right off the bat. His left hand was on the steering wheel, the other resting in the center console, like he was mentally asking for Luke to hold his hand. “C-Can I hold your hand?” Luke asked shyly, blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Thought you’d never ask,” Michael grinned, his heart melting when he felt Luke’s somewhat clammy hand grasp his. Their fingers locked together instantly.

When they got to the diner, they sat at a booth that could fit them both, but insisted they sat on the same seat. Michael ordered a strawberry shake and Luke got chocolate. Their fingers were still tangled together and it felt so right now. At the time, Y/N asking Luke out for him felt a little childish, but now Michael saw it as the best thing in the world. He owed his life to her now.

“I’m sorry if I’m quiet, I’m just really nervous,” Luke apologized, offering Michael an anxious smile. “Why are you nervous?” Michael asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “I-I-I really like you,” Luke confessed, gaze falling to his lap. Michael blushed and squeezed his hand, shyly leaning in and kissing Luke’s cheek softly. “I like you a lot, too,” Michael responded, making Luke grin. Luke’s face was beet red and his heart was beating a mile a minute, but he loved it. “Do you wanna go back to my place and listen to some music or something?” Luke invited, gaze picking up from his jeans to the magnificent green of Michael’s eyes. “I’d like that.”

Luke’s room was like the average teenage boy’s room. He had band posters all over his wall, his bed wasn’t made, sheet music from jazz band scattered under his shelf of guitars. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t planning on someone coming over,” he murmured, a little embarrassed from the mess. Michael assured him that it was fine. Luke put on a record and they sat on his floor, a little too close together. There was tension between them that could be cut with a knife.

Michael broke the silence.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurted out. His eyes had been on Luke’s plump lips all day and he was craving the feeling of them against his. “I haven’t kissed anybody before, it’s not gonna be good,” Luke admitted, his hand crawling a little closer to Michael’s. Their fingers interlocked yet again. “But, yes you can.”

Michael’s heart was racing now. Their eyes met, and Michael never noticed how blue Luke’s eyes were. They were gorgeous, like all of the oceans mixed into one. They started leaning in, eyes closing slowly as their lips connected in a shy kiss. It may have sounded cliche, but Luke swore he felt fireworks exploding behind them. Michael parted the lips, a smile on his face. “That was great,” He assured Luke, squeezing his hand. “You can do it again if you’d like,” Luke breathed out. He did exactly that.

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“I always sleep better when you’re here with me…” if you don't mind me requesting this for Gratsu then I'll request it lovely! I just think this would be so cute in your style!! 💕

Sorry this took so long, Anna! But I hope it makes you happy 💜


It’s been a long trip. Natsu doesn’t know how he’s still standing. Or how to keep moving forward. He’s been staring at the door of his new house for the past 5 minutes.

“Why did I want to live with the Ice Princess?” He grunts. He doesn’t even have Happy to fly him inside since he moved in with Carla after Gray and Natsu made their announcement. “Why did we pick a house with so many stairs? There are six-fucking-teen just to get into the house!”

His old house didn’t even have stairs, they could have lived there! But nooo, Gray had to go and be all considerate about Natsu’s goals to adopt and raise children.

“You want 3, we need a 4 bedroom house with at least 2 bathrooms,” he mimics in his most ridiculous Gray voice as he takes the first step up the stairs. He might as well be climbing a mountain.

He mumbles all the way into the house, grunting around his toothbrush when he makes it to the second floor. He stares at the tub, wondering how comfortable it might be to sleep in there.

He screws his eyes shut and presses his palms against them. He’d honestly crash in their bathtub if he didn’t miss his dumb Snowflake so much.

He nearly has to crawl to the bedroom, trying to purge Lucy’s scolding from his mind. He knows he shouldn’t have used up damn near all his magic energy but she didn’t have to lecture him about it.

He takes a deep breath, eyes widening when that familiar scent hits his senses. Snow. Pine needles. Fire and smoke. A purr rumbles deep in his chest, a display of pride at how his own scent has united with his mate’s.

He lingers in the doorway, studying the ice devil’s sleeping form: on his side, one leg halfway off the bed, blankets bunched up on Natsu’s side. Natsu chuckles, his heart warms. Gray sleeps on his own side of the bed when he’s gone, as if the dragon slayer is still there beside him? Natsu is definitely going to enjoy how red his face gets when he brings that up in the morning.

The even breathing he drifts off to almost every night makes his eyelids heavy and the fire wizard finally climbs into bed. He’s barely got his arm around Gray when the man jolts awake.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Took ya long enough,” Gray huffs, voice thick. “Been waitin’ on you since 10.”

“My train was late. How are you even talking? You sleep like a log,” Natsu breathes against his back. “Didn’t you text me at 6:30 this morning? It’s freaking 2 am, why are you not asleep?”

“I only half sleep on the nights you’re supposed to come back,” Gray murmurs, hand squeezing the warm one clutching at his torso. “I like to be at least a little conscious when you get home.”

Natsu knows Gray is brutally honest when he’s half asleep. It’s how he found out he’s absolutely hopeless at making eggs and toast. He’s gotten used to it for the most part but Gray has these moments, these honest to Mavis stupidly sweet moments, where he just confesses something that completely comes out of left field and hits Natsu dead in the chest, spreading warmth and making him want to hug him so tight he’d probably freeze him solid for a week.

“You do?”

“You deaf, dragon ears?” Gray grumbles.

He should let Gray sleep, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious and was above taking advantage of Gray’s exhaustion induced honesty. “Why?”

Gray nearly growls. “Dunno.” Natsu feels more than hears him yawn. “I just… I always sleep better when you’re here with me.”

Natsu blinks. He always thought it was just him that does that. He’s about to lose any semblance of consideration. All he wants is to kiss Gray breathless and spend the next few hours telling Gray exactly what that means to him.

But Gray needs to sleep. He settles for squeezing him instead. “I missed you too, Snowflake.”

Frost emanates from Gray’s hand and Natsu’s first reaction is to run. Purple ice encases their intertwined fingers before Natsu can lift off the mattress.

“Uh, Gray?” Natsu whispers, brows drawn together. “You do know you just…” he jostles their joined hands, iced firmly against Gray’s chest.

“I know, damn it!” Gray snaps halfheartedly. “It’s just so you stop squirming, don’t flatter yourself.”

Even in the pitch black, Natsu sees the blush that covers his neck. “I’m sure.” He settles back in, pulling Gray closer.

“I’ll ice your mouth shut too,” Gray threatens.

Natsu bites back his laughter. He’d be okay with that as long as Gray keeps them bound together until morning.

Even with the frigid ice holding him in place, Natsu has never felt more at home.

‘I always sleep better when you’re here with me.’

Nothing has ever felt more like home than Gray.

Requested by @inkinmytea: Piggybacking sleepy Beth, time for THOUGHTS

Sometimes when Beth isn’t careful she can forget the line between waking and dreaming. This was especially bad in the days after the farm, and again the days after the prison. She’s always been a vivid dreamer; and who would want to believe the light streaming through the kitchen windows onto her mother’s face, or the feeling of baby Judith in her arms, is nothing but a mirage?

As the days go by and she becomes used to what she’s lost she begins to get better at telling the difference. For a long time after the prison she felt half-asleep, drifting in a half-world. A fire and moonshine and smashed mason jars changed that. She’s awake, now. Wide awake, and centered on the man by her side.

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Carter Reynolds Cute Imagine: Let's Do A YouNow (Request)

“Room 267?” I questioned, yelling at Carter, who was slowly approaching me from along the corridor. I glanced at the gold number, before returning my stare to Carter.

After he nodded in confirmation, I slid the key into the keyhole, and with a swift twist and a push of the wooden door, we were finally inside. 

Today had been beyond fantastic; I was very-kindly invited by Nash to a Magcon event, which I absolutely adored. Sure, I was nervous, but the fans were lovely, and I had a blast. Nash’s dad then treated me, Mahogany, and the boys to dinner in a slightly-classy restaurant, which was literally to-die-for. And after an hour, or four, of shopping, Carter and I had finally made it back to the hotel room. We were both exhausted. 

“You have no idea how happy I am to be able to take these God-damn heels off.” I almost sand, kicking off my black stilettos before climbing onto our king-sized bed. I flopped back, exhaling loudly.

Carter chuckled, before kicking off his own Black Nike’s and joining me on the highly-comfortable mattress. I rolled towards him, and he raised his right arm above his head, allowing me to cuddle into his side. He pulled his black iPhone out of his back pocket, before unlocking it.

“Hey, it’s only six-thirty.” He spoke, as the bright light of his phone glowed on both of our faces.

“Oh yeah, I thought it was later than that.” I replied, comfortably resting my hand on his covered stomach. 

He locked his phone, before placing it on the table located on the right hand side of the bed. “So,” he smirked, as he turned to face me before wrapping his arms tightly around my body. “What do ya wanna do?”

It took me a moment to realise what he was thinking before I playfully slapped his arm.

“Oi.” I laughed, as he began to laugh with me. “Well,” I began, pushing myself up into a sitting position. “firstly, you’re gonna take your shades off, because you don’t need to wear shades inside, Carter.”

I carefully removed the black sunglasses from his face, before laying them gently on the little table, beside his phone.

“Secondly,” I continued, “you’re gonna take off your hat, because you don’t need to wear that inside either.”

I took off his hat, repeating my previous actions, before ruffling his hair.

“And lastly,” I spoke, trying my hardest to maintain a serious expression, “you’re gonna take off your pants.”

Carter’s eyes darted to meet mine, his mouth slightly opened. 

“I’m kidding, please keep those on. Should’ve seen your face though.” I nudged him, giggling.

He rolled his eyes, before pulling me back down, forcing me to return to my original position.

“I’m bored.” I half-whispered, toying around with the buttons on Carter’s shirt.

“Um,” he thought aloud, racking his mind of possibilities that we could attempt, “wanna do a YouNow?”

My face lit up, as a grin began to appear on my face. “Oh my God, can we please?”

I loved doing YouNows. Like I don’t think anyone understood how much I loved doing them, especially with Carter. It was so much fun, and being able to connect with the fans, and seeing the amount of people who were actually interested in watching you just being yourself was overwhelming.

Carter reached for his iPhone, as did I. We both tweeted, announcing the broadcast, before Carter pushed himself up from the bed. I watched him as he progressed towards his un-packed suitcase.

He lifted a small tower of neatly-folded sweatpants, before pulling his silver MacBook out from beneath.

Setting up his computer at the end of the bed, we both sat down on the soft carpet, our backs resting on the bed frame.

“Ready?” He asked, opening up the website.

“Yep.” I replied, fixing my loose curls. I fanned my face, crossing my legs, and positioning myself in front of the camera, making sure the fans could see me.

Carter began the YouNow, sweetly kissing my cheek for the snapshot.

Instantly, the viewers shot up, rising by the second. The comments went crazy, barely giving us a chance to read each one, let alone reply.

After playing around for a bit, and putting on the cute, cliché, ‘couple-act’ for the camera, we decided to do a Q&A.

Carter’s twitter mentions blew up with the hashtag, as did mine. I scrolled through the tweets, searching for some interesting questions.

“Where did you guys meet?” I asked, repeating one of the fans tweets. I looked at Carter, as he glanced at the screen.

Carter spoke directly to the camera which was built into his laptop, “Um, we met at a party in August and we’ve been dating since September. [Y/N] is friends with Mahogany and she came with Mahogany to the party.”

I smiled at the camera, holding my thumb up, before returning my attention to my cellphone.

I faved the tweet that I had read aloud, before following the account who’d tweeted it.

Scrolling through the now-trending hashtag, I locked my iPhone, before letting it fall to the floor. I shifted around, before standing up.

“I’m just going to the toilet, I’ll only be a second.” I told Carter, before making my way over to the en-suite bathroom.

I locked the door behind me, the sound echoing in the hollow, tiled, room. I used the toilet, before washing and drying my hands, and briefly checking myself out in the large mirror.

I reached for the handle, before overhearing Carter from the room.

“What does [Y/N] mean to me?” Carter asked, most-likely repeating a fan’s question.

I let my hand fall, before I gently, but firmly, pressed my ear up against the bathroom wall. Thankfully, the walls were pretty thin, and Carter’s voice was surprisingly clear.

“Um,” He began, clearing his throat, “Well, she means a lot to me. Like, a lot. She’s my girl. I love her almost as much as I love you guys.”

I smiled at this part. 

The love Carter felt for his fans was indescribable, and I was glad that he didn’t put me before them. Hopefully it wouldn’t happen, for obvious reasons, but, if by any chance, me and Carter were no longer together, his fans would always be there for him. The bond they shared was mind-blowing, and I was glad that he didn’t let me ruin that.

“She’s my world, and I don’t know where I’d be without her. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and seeing her smile gives me a feeling that I can’t describe. She’s smart, and she’s funny, and she never fails to make me smile. Sure, I can be a right asshole at times, and sometimes I don’t treat her the way she deserves to be treated, but she deserves to be treated like a princess. She’s my queen, and it’s impossible to put into words how much she really means to me. Her flawless face is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I see before I sleep, and I wouldn’t change that fact for the world. I think about her eighty-five-percent of the day, and I think about you guys for the remaining fifteen, of course. She’s just, you know, perfect, and the day she realises that is the day I’ll die happy. I -”

I opened the door, startling Carter as I did so. I switched off the light, and closed the door behind me.

I re-joined Carted, with the hugest, most-genuine smile plastered across my face.

“Y'alright?” He questioned, obviously hoping that I didn’t overhear his 'speech’.

“Yeah,” I grinned, picking up my cellphone, “I’m fab.”

Seconds passed, before I blurted out the words “I love you”.

“I love you too,” He laughed, holding out his open palm, “very much.”

I smiled, before taking his hand in my own, linking our fingers together.

We concentrated on the feed of comments on the YouNow website. The word 'kiss’ jumped out at both of us; many, many times.

“Oh,” Carter laughed, raising his voice a little. “[Y/N], I think they want us to kiss. Are you allowed -”

I leaned towards him, disallowing him to finish his sentence, before ramming my lips into his. We rocked back and forth for a second, before pulling away. 

“Der ya go.” I laughed, returning my attention to the laptop screen. 

A mixture of ’Awh’s, ’Omg’s, and ’Otp’s filled the comments section, which only made me smile even harder than I already was.

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He Tells His Fans About You (Nate Maloley Imagine)

“Baby….I think I’m ready…” You’ve been thinking about this for some time and finally, you think that maybe you can handle it. You know how badly this can go but you’re confident that things will be okay and if you don’t do it now, you never will.

At the sound of your voice, he turns away from his computer and looks at you.

“Ready for what? We already bang damn near every night,” he laughs, his dimple deepening with his smile.

You walk over to his position on your shared bed and move the laptop away, straddling his lap. His hands move to your hips and runs his fingers along the waistband of your sweatpants. You laugh and push his hands away.

“I’m not trying to have sex right now, Nate! This is serious!” you giggle, his hands retracting to your thighs.

“Okay, okay, what are you ready for?” he asks, smirking.

“I want you to tell your fans about us.” His eyes light up and he immediately leans up to kiss you hard on the mouth. You smile in the middle of the kiss, overwhelmed by his reaction.

Suddenly Nate pulls back, looking a little nervous. His hands find your hips again and he holds you steady.

“Wait, are you sure you wanna do this? You could get a lot of hate and I don’t want you to have to deal with that, lil mama…” he warns.

“I know, babe, but I think I can handle it. Fans already think there’s something going on between us so we should just tell them now before they think we’re lying to them,” you explain. Nate nods in agreement but still looks hesitant.

He reaches over and grabs his phone. You lay down next to him, your head on his shoulder, and watch what he’s doing. He’s scrolling through his picture roll, trying to find a good photo with you to post.

You can’t believe this is really happening. Finally, the world is going to know that Nate Maloley is all yours and that you are completely his. No more tweets from random people asking what’s going on between you two, no more dodging questions, no more avoiding each other at events and shows, no more being “just friends”. You’re still a little anxious, wondering what the feedback will be like.

You’re anticipating hate. No one likes to see their favorite person, or idol even, in a relationship. There’s a comfort in knowing that the celebrity you love the most is available even though you know your chances aren’t that great (you know from experience after all those years of pining after your favorite music artists and movie stars) but you can’t help but hope that the good outweighs the bad.

“Y/N, are you sure you wanna do all this? I don’t know if I’m worth all the shit you’re about to get,” he says, wrapping an arm around you.

“You’re definitely worth it, baby. We just gotta hope for the best. Plus, this means we can post cute shit on Snapchat and don’t have to delete it before anyone sees it!” You snuggle up against his topless body, glancing at his tattoos that still turn you on whenever you see them.

Nate shows you a picture of you guys that you haven’t seen in a hot minute. It’s you two sitting on a couch in someone’s house (you have no idea whose, to be honest) and you’re both extremely high. You can tell by how bloodshot and squinty your eyes are and how hard you’re both smiling, probably laughing at something the other said.

“Let’s do it,” you whisper, kissing his cheek. He starts to post it on Twitter, the caption “meet my trap queen” with a crown emoji and your username.

He shows you the tweet and you nod in approval, butterflies in your stomach. He officially press send and suddenly, all of your social media sites are blowing up. You’re getting followers on Twitter, people are trying to add you on Facebook, they’re spreading your Instagram username, your Snapchat is exploding with snaps, everything is happening all at once.

“This feels so good, babe,” Nate admits.

“Want me to make you say that again?” you whisper seductively in his ear. He laughs and pulls you against him, tossing his phone aside.

He kisses your neck and tingles run up and down your spine. Just as his hands start to roam, you jump away, stand up, and grab his phone.

“You’re an asshole, Y/N,” Nate laughs. He comes up behind you and reads the tweets over your shoulder.

So many people are telling you that you’re perfect for Nate, that you guys are their OTP, that you are the only girl they’re okay with dating their fave. There are a few negative ones and Nate tries to scroll past those. Though you do see some of them, the overwhelming positivity is the only thing you can focus on.

To think that all this time you were so apprehensive to tell everyone about your relationship feels so stupid now that you see all the love and support you guys are receiving. It’s almost unreal how kind everyone is being when you expected such a huge backlash similar to the Madison/Gilinsky situation. But everything is working out as perfect as you want it to.

“Now that you know how much they love you, let me show you who loves you the most.” He kisses your neck and gently pulls his phone out of your hands. He turns your body to face his and presses it hard against his. You can’t help but laugh, thinking about how in love you are with your best friend and how happy you are to know that now everyone can experience it with you.

Choosing to date someone with as big of a following as Nate was not something you thought you were ever capable of doing but now you realize things couldn’t be any better.

a/n: i never know how to end these -___- this also isn’t a good one but hey i do what i can