Josephine Baker was a famous African American dancer, singer, and actress born in 1906 St. Louis, Missouri. Sadly she was not appreciated in the US, so she went to Paris in the 1920s, where her amazing talent, charm, and charisma were such a smashing success that she became a movie star there. Oh, and she had a pet cheetah named Chiquita, who often escaped the stage to terrorize the musicians.
Even more badass - during WWII, she served as a spy to the French military intelligence, collecting info about German troop locations at all the fancy parties she went to. She pinned those notes, written in invisible ink on her sheet music, inside her underwear. How cool is that.
She also contributed to the Civil Rights movement, and refused to perform for segregated audiences during her tours in the US.
The fite team, living proof that shorter people are closer to hell.
Team up to get things off of high shelves.
Would probably kill you for Takashi Shirogane. Would probably kill lots of people for Takashi Shirogane.
Keith is interested in tech, if not naturally talented with it. He sits next to Pidge and watches the work, and helps a little bit. Handing wrenches and that sort of thing.
Twin obsessive personalities. Keith finds a wall and makes a big galactic map that they put sticky notes on. Pins tied together with string. Military strategy interpreted old school cop style.
Helps Pidge with the search for the Holt family in the same way. There are file folders. Allura despairs of why Keith is constantly printing things out to stick them to walls. Pidge has no idea why he insists on doing things this way, but appreciates the help.
They judge Lance together.
Keith teaches Pidge more about really close quarters combat.
Pidge is a a bit of a picky eater and Keith is too by nature, even if he’s learned to be flexible. They trade foods at the dinner table if one person likes something and the other person doesn’t.
Request: ‘I’m totally feeling that Klaus love, so I’ll send in a request. (I just started following you but I love your writing). How about where Klaus was was taking you to some of his old homes in Europe and an old enemy comes into play. And then you are able to outsmart them after they take you. Klaus sees this just as he’s coming to save you and has a total “that’s my girl” moment.’ // thank you for the sweet comment about my writing, love xx
prompt: You and Klaus go on vacation in England when you get kidnapped while Klaus was showering. You’re being held by an old enemy of Klaus but as he comes to your rescue, you already beat them up and are ready to escape.
WARNINGS: Y/N being a badass and killing some rude vampires
pairing: klaus x reader
A/N: hope you like it, I’m working on other requests right now xx
London. You wanted to get to London ever since you could think of places to travel. London just was so full of amazing things to see and also a british accent never failed to amaze you.
And when you met Klaus and immediately fell in love with his thick british accent, this culture amazed you even more. It had taken a long time for Klaus and you to get together. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love, though. But as you got to know Klaus you also knew why it was so hard for him to let people in. But now, the two of you finally were together and made each other as happy as you had never been before.
This week, Klaus had decided to take you away from New Orleans, where the both of you currently lived with the rest of his family, to travel to England with you. He had booked a nice hotel where you’d be staying in. Right now, you looked out of the window onto the rainy streets of London and sighed in satisfaction. You had never travelled further than New York with Klaus and being so far away from everything you were used to with the love of your life was quite relaxing.
You felt Klaus’ arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his chin was soon placed on your shoulder. “Enjoying the view, love?”, he asked quietly and placed a kiss onto your neck. You hummed in response and truned in his grip. A towel was wrapped around his torso. “But I’m loving this view.”, you grinned and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He wrapped his arms around you and your arms were wrapped together behind his neck.
But Klaus broke the kiss soon enough and you pouted in response. “Patient, love. You’ll be getting all you want of me in the evening, but I have to shower first.” he explained and pecked your lips only for a second. “Alright, but hurry. I also want to explore a little bit of this city.”, you exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom.
Klaus was only in the bathroom for about a minute when you heard a knock on the door. You got up and opened it, thinking it was someone who brought you food. You were wrong. You were surprised by two men standing in front of you, both wearing black suits. Before you could even think about what was going on, one of them injected you something. Due to you immediately passing out, you considered it was vervain.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned around, her hands flying to the back of her thighs as she tugged down at the fabric. A cheeky smile spread across her face as Mr. Jeon looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs, frowning. He cleared his throat.“I don’t understand why I have to remind you every time I see you, Miss (Y/L/N),” he scolded as he continued to make his way to the top of the stairs where she stood patiently. “You’ve been here for years and yet-“
She laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, I know,” she dramatically sighed, “But how else would I get Mr. Jeon’s attention?” she asked. He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, a blue clipboard snug under his arm. She couldn’t help but stare at his light brown hair that matched with the pale blue tie wrapped around his neck.
Jungkook gave the girl a small smile, “As flattering as that is (Y/N),” he cooed, “Wearing your school skirt as if it’s a belt doesn’t attract any good attention from me.” He stated with another (rather fake) smile. The young teacher stepped pass and continued to make his way to the second floor of the building. The hallways were simmering down as students began settling into their first class, only a few students scattered around the halls in search for their room. It was a peaceful Monday morning in which Jungkook had the first class off, taking his time to leisurely stroll around the school to his office before having to scold a young girl.
(Y/N) was a good student. Good friends, good grade and a good report. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared in her life. However, it was no doubt around the school that she had started to develop an interest on the young transfer teacher from the city. Jungkook had noted the long stares sent his way during his classes.
“I was just kidding!” (Y/N) laughed, following Jungkook with a pep in her step. Her skirt, now slightly above her knee flowed as she skipped next to Jungkook. Trying to avoid her curious stares, Jungkook continued to make his way to the teacher’s staffroom- his safe haven.
“I like you, Mr. Jeon.”
He chuckled, “Well I am a good teacher.”
“No, you know what I mean…”
His feet picked up the pace as he tried to avoid her confession. But with no surprise, she picked up her pace to match his.
“And you know that you are my student.” He quipped.
(Y/N) opened her mouth again, ready to protest before Jungkook swiftly turned around, bumping into her. She let out a squeak before taking a step back, “Jungkook-“
“Mr. Jeon,” he corrected, eyes narrowing.
She smiled sheepishly, “Mr. Jeon. I’m just saying that you’re not even that much older! Plus,” she added, holding up one finger, “I’ll be graduating in almost a month!”
Jungkook adjusted the knot of his tie, the white button down shirt moving with him, revealing toned arm muscles. (Y/N) looked away quickly before he could notice the peachy hue across her cheeks. “(Y/N), just because you’re graduating soon does not mean that I’m interested in pursuing a relationship with you,” he said, “Why don’t you go after someone like Namjoon or Jimin?” he asked.
A look of disgust erupted within her, “Namjoon? Jimin? They’re just friends.”
Jungkook laughed before turning away from her, a perfect view of his back presenting itself. Fishing inside his black dress pants he pulled out the silver key, to unlock the staff room door. Swinging it open, he looked over his shoulder. (Y/N) stared into his back, admiring every inch of his body. He smirked, clearing his throat. “Go to class (Y/N).” he ordered before pushing the green door behind him.
It gently closed with a click and (Y/N) was left staring at a blank door. A small frown placed upon her lips as she turned on her heel and began walking off to her first class. In a flash, the innocent pout had instantly turned into a smile, “Stupid Joy,” she chuckled.
Jungkook planted himself into his desk chair with a thud, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes locked onto a small penguin post-it note pinned into the cork board above his desk. The small penguin his co-workers gave him after his second week of teaching at the school.
‘Number of confessions for Jungkook’
Chuckling (and almost spilling his coffee), he placed the white mug down and reached for the little note. With a small smirk, he clicked open his pen and scribbled out the number and replacing it.
The class was silent when (Y/N) opened the door. Ms. Kwon turned away from the board, frowning as she glanced down at her wrist watch. “You’re 15 minutes late (Y/N)…” she pondered before she looked up at her,”You’re never late?”
(Y/N) let out a laugh, scratching her cheek, “I had to go to the bathroom,” she muttered.
Ms. Kwon nodded, pointing at (Y/N)’s desk, “Write this down then.”
Nodding, (Y/N) bee-lined towards the empty seat as everyone looked at her. It was strange to see a punctual girl like her to be late. 15 minutes late too. Embarrassed and annoyed, (Y/N) unpacked all her belongings and settled into her desk. Why did Jungkook take so long to get to school? She thought.While Ms. Kwon began to write on the board again, (Y/N) leaned over to the desk in front of her.
“Joy,” she whispered.
Dark hair brushed her friend’s shoulders as she turned to face (Y/N), an excited look on her face. “Well?” she asked, “Did you do it?”
Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah and I made myself extra clingy, now give me the money!”
Joy grimaced, “Damn, you really are cheap.”
(Y/N) grinned, shoving her hand in Joy’s face, “A deal is a deal.”
With a huff, the older girl reached into her blazer and slapped a crumbled note into (Y/N)’s wavering palm, “Can’t believe you confessed to Mr. Jeon for $10,” she mumbled, “Where’s your pride (Y/N)?”
She laughed, shoving the money into her blazer pocket, “I don’t mind losing a little bit of my pride for extra cash, Joy.” She explained, “At least I was pretending. What more if I actually liked Jungkook?”
It was a Tuesday morning when you stood outside of the
classroom, back leaning against the wall. The early sun shone strobes of light
through the hallway windows. The corridor was alive with students shuffling
around, shoes squeaking against the freshly polished floor. You waited
patiently for Joy. “How long does it take to pee?” you mumble, kicking a piece of
paper around the ground, hands shoved in your pockets. You and Joy were making
your way to Ms. Kwon’s class before Joy had run off to the bathroom without
The whole morning you were getting various looks from
different students around the school. Even walking towards the gate, you had
encountered a bunch of girls looking at you curiously. Maybe it was your un-brushed
hair or scrunched up socks. Sleeping late last night definitely showed its
rough consequences. You sighed, untangling your hair by running your fingers
through the strands. Ten minutes had gone by and the hallways had started to
grow quiet. Quickly glancing into the classroom, you couldn’t see Ms. Kwon
inside yet so you remained still. Before turning back into the hallway, you
caught Namjoon and Jimin staring at you before chuckling and whispering to
themselves. You scoffed, wondering what they were up to.
Looking over your shoulder, Jungkook stood in front of you
alongside Min Yoongi. You gulped. “Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you greeted,
lifting your back off the wall and fixing your hair once more. Jungkook smirked
at your fussiness before adverting his gaze back to your classmate.
“I heard you’re really good at English (Y/N),” Jungkook
stated. You nodded, shifting your gaze to Yoongi. His hair was dyed blonde and
his top two buttons were undone. Noticing your stare, Yoongi met your eyes and
gave a sly wink. You silently cringed at the gesture and looked up at Jungkook.
“Well,” he said, “How would you like to help out Mr. Min over here?” he
suggested happily, wrapping his arm around Yoongi. You watched your classmate
pull a face of disgust before shrugging his elder off.
“I told you not to treat me like a baby, Jeon,” he muttered,
shoving his sleeves above his elbows. Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
You gulped once more. Teach? English? To Yoongi? You couldn’t
even imagine the scenario. Yoongi kept to himself most of the time in class.
You always noticed he had earphones in as he sat at in the middle of class,
dozing off. You recall the amount of times Namjoon and Jimin would poke fun at
him whilst he slept. It was so common that even Ms. Kwon allowed him to sleep
as long as his music doesn’t disturb the class. You never had any significant
interaction with him. Besides the one time where you bumped into him as he was
sleeping and all he mumbled was, “Annoying.”
You blinked, “Help Yoongi with English?”
Jungkook nodded, “Just for a while until he gets more confident
in his exams!”
“I do fine in my exams,” Yoongi said.
“You got a C,” Jungkook quipped, “plus you spelt ‘Ugly’ in English as ‘Jimin’.” Yoongi chuckled, eyes everywhere but on you. You continue to
stand awkwardly in front of the two. Where the hell was Joy?
“So,” he said, “Can you do it?” Jungkook asked.
His hair was neatly styled today, unlike yesterday. A sleek
side part that had split his usual rugged bangs into two neat curls that
revealed his forehead. His tie was a dark red with white tiny embroidered
flowers. You had to admit that he looked good today.
Yoongi gazed at your pondering face, “Look, you don’t have
“Okay,” you said.
Yoongi’s eyes slightly widened, “Okay?”
You met his gaze and smiled, “Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun, I
guess,” you said. You waited for a response from the blonde but no emotion
radiated off his body.
Jungkook released his grip from Yoongi and clapped his hands
together, “Great! Thank you (Y/N)!” He grinned at you widely and then turned to
Yoongi, “If your grades go up by 15% by the next exam, (Y/N) will stop
tutoring you, deal?”
Yoongi stared up at Jungkook, a blank expression stamped
onto his face, “Deal.” Jungkook reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand with a
“No way!” Joy screamed.
You hummed, taking a spoonful of yogurt into your mouth. The
sweet honey flavour made you close your eyes for a bit. After your encounter
this morning, you couldn’t help but think about Yoongi and all the possible
scenarios that could take place.
“Yes way,” you said. It was already the middle of the day
and you felt exhausted. You sat down with Joy on a bench outside one of the
school blocks. It was your favourite spot for the both of you. Fairly quiet
with the sun shining brightly. You sighed, “I don’t even know how to teach him
English without him chopping my head off…” you mumbled, swirling your spoon in
the little tub of yogurt.
Joy huffed, “What are you on about?” she asked as she sipped
on her banana milk. “Yoongi is nice!”
You raised an eyebrow at her, “What did you just say?”
She rolled her eyes, “He’s just reserved. Just because he
doesn’t dick around like Namjoon and Jimin doesn’t mean he’s instantly some
mafia king,” she explained.
Again, you were mesmerised by her choice of words, “Mafia
“You know what I mean!” she whined, taking another sip of
her milk through a straw.
Joy was your one and only best friend ever since you had transferred
at school one year ago. Being the new student isn’t always easy and you were
grateful that the girl with dark hair and bubbly eyes had captured you as her
best friend. You loved her and her crazy vocabulary and you were inseparable
You scrapped the remaining yogurt at the bottom of the
container, “Don’t you have a crush on Jimin?” you asked.
Joy’s eyes shifted to the trees around her, “I don’t recall
ever stating my feelings towards Park Jimin.” You laughed, leaning over to
flick her forehead. “Ow!” She huffed as she shoved your arm away, earning
“Whatever,” you sighed, “It was just weird that Jungkook had
asked me and not someone like Taehyung or Wendy.” You glanced down at your
wristwatch. You had a few minuted left before class started again. You kicked
at the green grass beneath your feet, wondering.
“Maybe he likes you, Jungkook I mean,” Joy said as she began
to fold the straw into weird shapes. “Maybe your confession opened his mind up
and now he has a crush on you too,” she giggled.
Joy flinched as you leaned over only for you to rest your
head against her shoulder. “You know I did that as a bet Joy,” you reminded
her, playing with your fingers.
She hummed, “Sure.”
You frowned, “What do you mean ‘Sure’?”
Joy lifted your head up and you whined. She smiled, “(Y/N)
you’re telling me that you never had a crush on Mr. Jeon?”
You gasped, “What? No!”
She smirked, “Every time I look at you, it seems like you’re
imagining what he would look like naked.”
You gagged as Joy laughed at your reaction, “Never! Plus,”
you added, pointing a finger at her,” You’re the one that imagines Jimin naked
every time he talks in front of the class.”
4 o’clock had hit by the time you were sitting in the
library. The smell of paper had filled your lungs with a happy smile. The
school library was nearly empty as students had decided to go home. But you
remained at the spot Yoongi had promised to meet you at in the morning. You
glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Did he forget?” you asked yourself. You both had agreed to meet fifteen minutes ago.
Another five minutes had passed by and you decided to pack
up your things. Before you slipped your bag on, a familiar blonde head had
rushed into the doorway. “(Y/N)?!” he yelled out. The few people in the library
had turned their heads to the puffed out Yoongi. The librarian, Mrs. Kim frowned
at his tone.
You raised your hand awkwardly, not wanting to attract
further attention. Yoongi looked around before laying eyes on you beside the window. A small smile
erupted from his face as he made his way towards you. “Sorry I’m late,” he said
as he planted himself in the chair across from you, “I had to make a call.”
You nodded, sitting back down into your chair.
Yoongi noticed your bag on your back, “Were you going to
leave?” he asked in a weird tone. You couldn’t read his face whenever he did
You shook your head as he raised a brow, “I thought you
weren’t coming so I was going to go eat,” you explained before taking off your
bag.You noticed his lack of reply so you smiled at him, “It’s okay though! You’re here now.”
As you dug into your bag for your English book, Yoongi watched
you silently. A blank expression still on his unreadable face. Your hair was
messily tied in a ponytail and your cheeks were flushed with a pink hue.
“Yeah, I’m here now…” he mumbled to himself.
“So what is an adjective?” you asked.
“A word that describes a noun.” Yoongi replied.
“An example?” you asked.
“A pretty flower,” he said.
You smiled, “Good!”
You had been teaching Yoongi for almost an hour in the
library. Everyone had gone home including Mrs. Kim. The sky was fading into a
swirl of orange and blue as the light had dimmed inside the building. After a
few more paragraphs of reading and writing, you leaned back into your chair and
stretched your arms, reaching towards the ceiling.
You sighed as you craned your neck to look outside, “It’s
getting dark, we should call it a day.”
You looked at Yoongi with a satisfied smile, “Good work,”
Yoongi paused before closing his books, “Thanks.”
The school felt a bit different when it was the late
afternoon. No one was screaming or laughing. There were no teachers scolding
Namjoon and Jimin. Joy had to leave after school in order to make it in time
for her shift at the local café. The world seemed to be a bit quiet with just
you and Yoongi walking out of the school gates. You noticed Yoongi had one ear
bud in the whole time you were studying up until now. “What do you listen to
all the time?” you asked.
Yoongi who was in a daze had turned his attention towards
you, “Music,” he said.
You chuckled, “Must be nice music.”
You came to halt at the front of the gates and Yoongi gave
you a look. “I’m taking the train so I’m going down this way,” you explained as
you pointed to the other street. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. You gave
him a small smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, same place and time?”
He nodded again.You waved before turning away from the quiet blonde and
began walking down the street.
“Good job today (Y/N).”
You stopped in your tracks and gazed over your shoulder.
Jungkook walked up to you with a smile on his face, “I finished marking papers
the same time as I saw you awkwardly waving Min Yoongi goodbye.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, Jungkook by your side.
You scoffed, “It was not awkward.”
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, “It kind of looked like a
puppy learning how to shake its owner’s hand for the first time?”
A laugh escaped your lips and Jungkook smiled down at you. The streets
were quiet as you both continued walking down the empty street. You tried not
to be too obvious of the glances you were giving him. Jungkook’s sleeves were
rolled messily up his arms and his tie seemed to be loosened around the collar.
His hair was no longer sleekly parted but ruffled and dishevelled.
“Don’t you drive, Mr. Jeon?” you asked curiously, not making
eye contact with him. The gentle afternoon breeze hit the both of you, your
hair sweeping against your neck.
“I like to take the train most days,” he said, “Only the
late afternoon trains though, so I can avoid girls like you.”
Your eyes narrowed, “Girls like me?”
He nodded, drumming his fingers against the strap of his
shoulder bag. It was ridiculous how young Jungkook looked. He looked more like
a student than anything else if it weren’t for his tie and fancy dress shoes.
You wondered what Jungkook looked like as a high schooler. Probably a coconut with glasses.
“Girls who confess to me and then follow me wherever I go,”
Running a hand through your flowing hair you sighed, “Mr.
Jeon that was a bet, I hope you realise that I don’t actually want to follow
you wherever you go.”
Jungkook stopped on the sidewalk, making you look back with
a curious glance.
“A bet?” he asked.
You nodded as he continued to walk by your side, “Joy said
she would give me $10 if I confessed to you without throwing up.”
The young teacher laughed, one hand on his stomach as he
leaned forward. “How desperate were you?”
You laughed, joining him in a small fit. “Hey! $10 is a lot
for a teenager!”
Jungkook continued to laugh as he held two hands up in defence,
A few minutes of silence had passed before he asked you, “Why would you throw up?”
You looked up at him, “Why would I like my teacher?”
Jungkook chuckled as he looked up at the fading sky, “You’re right.”
By the time you reached the station, Jungkook and you had
your fair share of laughs. You both stood on the platform, waiting. As
the train pulled up along the platform, Jungkook glanced at his phone before
gasping, “Crap! I’m supposed to be on the other platform!”
You laughed at his face as he looked up at the little
display that had all of the train routes and times, “Mr. Jeon are you serious?”
He nodded as the train doors opened and people stepped out.
A man walked out onto the platform. Not paying attention to you, he bumped into
your small frame. Stumbling back, Jungkook gripped onto your arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked as you stared up at him. His face
was too close to yours, a smug grin on his face. Embarrassed, you shook him off and regained your
posture. You sputtered, “Yeah thanks.” Stepping into the train carriage, you
turned to face Jungkook. He smiled, one hand waving gently. A mischievous gleam was his eyes as the corners
of his lips were curled upwards. You raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook remained on the platform, standing in front of you.
“A part of me hoped it wasn’t.” he said, slipping his hand back into his pockets.
You tilted your head to the side, “Huh?”
As the train doors began to close in, Jungkook’s smile grew. Your chest felt weird. You didn’t notice your hands balled up
into clammy fists against your skirt. You also didn’t notice the breath you’re holding. All you could see was Jeon Jungkook, your teacher, smile up at you with eyes you couldn’t look away from.
“A part of me would like to hope that it wasn’t a bet, (Y/N).” he said with a smile as the
train door fully closed. You watched, stunned as his figure began to disappear.
This fic was inspired by the following prompt I received from @imsounoplogetic: So I recently came across this video.
And me being the trash that I am, I immediately though of destiel. I
was wondering if you could write something base off of this video where
Dean is popular kid who Cas thinks is a jerk. Cas is a theatre boy and
Cas comes by the rehearsal room and hears Dean singing and is completely
Dean’s the popular kid, and Castiel’s the drama kid who holds a grudge
against him due to an incident on his first day of school. They’ve
stayed out of each other’s way ever since, until one night Castiel
stumbles upon something completely unexpected in the drama room…
“Cas? Did you actually hear a word I just said or are you too busy checking out Winchester’s ass?”
Ash’s typical laid-back drawl cut through Castiel thoughts, and he turned to the long-haired boy with a scowl.
“I was not looking at Dean’s ass,” he said, though it sounded more petulant than aggressive.
you weren’t.” Ash’s raised eyebrows were a pretty good clue that he
didn’t believe Castiel at all. “So what did I say, then?” he challenged.
were talking about…” Castiel frantically cast his mind back to the last
two minutes. Okay, so he had perhaps been looking at Dean. But
certainly not at his ass. Not that there was much to look at (or so Castiel had convinced himself). His face, now there was a work of art. Especially those freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks and –
forcefully cut off that train of thought. Freckles or no freckles, Dean
Winchester was a jerk. One of the popular, “cool” kids who looked down
on Castiel and his nerdy, geeky friends. He was good at sports, got
above average grades (to Castiel’s annoyance) and had a line around the
block of boys and girls wanting to date him. Naturally, he only dated
the prettiest people, and his circle of friends were similarly
Of course, those things alone would not
merit the descriptor “jerk”. Dean’s attitude towards Castiel, however,
did. Castiel had transferred to Lawrence High at the start of his senior
year, and he’d met Dean on his second day of school, in front of the
classroom where Mr. Thompson’s English class was about to start. Dean
had been chatting to one of his friends (Castiel would later find out
that her name was Bella) and was blocking the doorway.
me,” Castiel had said politely, meeting Dean’s ridiculously green eyes.
Dean had given him a once-over, making Castiel feel like he was on
display in a zoo, before grabbing Bella by the arm and pulling her
towards him so Castiel could pass by.
“Sorry, dude,” Dean had
said, frowning and looking troubled. Castiel had stepped into the
classroom without another word, but he could hear Bella giggling and
whispering something to Dean, to which Dean had responded with a
derisive snort and a “he’s all yours – not interested.”
had felt humiliated, and ever since he’d avoided Dean like the plague,
scowling at him whenever their eyes met, which usually had the effect of
Dean looking down with a tight, unhappy expression. Dean was a shallow
jerk, plain and simple, and Castiel wanted nothing to do with him.
only good thing about him was that he was a member of the school’s
LGBT+ Alliance, which was headed by Charlie Bradbury who was also their
only mutual friend. But Castiel had always taken care to stay away from
Dean during those meetings, and had sometimes avoided them altogether if
he knew Dean would be coming. It exasperated Charlie to no end, as she
was convinced they’d be great friends if they would only talk to each
other and give it a chance.
But she was wrong – they were too different. Getting closer to Dean would only lead to disappointment. It wasn’t worth trying.
“About what, Cas?”
right, his conversation with Ash. Damn, Castiel really needed to sleep
more – he was having a hell of time concentrating lately.
who we could cast to replace Bradley as Mal,” Castiel said confidently.
He hadn’t been that zoned out, thankfully, and remembered just enough to
answer Ash’s question about The Addams Family musical performance the
drama club was holding at the end of the year.
Ash regarded him
suspiciously for a moment, but then shrugged and let it go. “Yep, so me
and Jo were thinkin’ maybe Garth could do it?”
it. “Maybe. But I’m not sure his singing voice is strong enough to carry
Mal’s solo songs. Besides, didn’t he say he’d rather work behind the
scenes? Last I heard he was helping with lighting and sound. Don’t we
have any other candidates?”
“Not really – everyone else either
already has a part or is helping out backstage. Yeah, Garth was
assisting Kelly but she can probably do it on her own. I don’t see how
we got much of a choice. We ain’t got much time left.”
enough, they couldn’t afford to wait much longer to decide on a
replacement for Mal’s part. Why did Bradley’s family have to take him
skiing, anyway? Such a dangerous, expensive and completely pointless
Castiel wondered if Dean skied.
Standing up with his
now empty lunch tray, Castiel nodded at Ash. “I see your point. I’ll go
mention it to Jody and Donna, then. See what they think.”
Ash waved his hand in a lazy salute. “Thanks man, ‘ppreciate it. Oh, and Cas?”
Castiel turned back around.
really should give Dean another chance. I know you guys got off on the
wrong foot, and I don’t blame you for that, but he really ain’t all that
bad once you get to know him.”
“And since when do you hang out
with Dean Winchester?” Castiel asked, feeling betrayed. He’d had no idea
Ash was even on speaking terms with Dean.
“Since he gave me a
ride home in that beautiful car of his ‘bout a month ago when I was
stranded here after my sis bailed on me. We got to talking after.” Ash
waggled his eyebrows at Castiel. “He really isn’t just a pretty face,
y’know. And don’t pretend you don’t think he’s pretty. You’re a terrible
“So what? The guy’s an arrogant jerk - his looks mean
nothing to me. He basically gave me the Darcy treatment on my second day
of school, Ash. Before he even knew me! As if I was even interested in
“Yeah and we all know how that story ends, don’t we?” Ash
was grinning now. “Look, I ain’t gonna deny that was a dick move, but
from what I’ve learned about the guy, he tends to put his foot in it
when he’s flustered.” He looked at Castiel pointedly. “Maybe something
about you just throws him off his game?”
Castiel had had about
enough of this conversation. The memory of their first meeting always
left him feeling hollow and in a foul mood, and he needed to keep his
spirits up to survive ethics class with Mr. Adler later this afternoon.
it is, I’m not interested in finding out. I doubt I’m missing out on
much. I’ll see you at rehearsal, Ash.” He walked away before Ash could
say anything else.
author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe(not my gifs)
•Make it Alone•
Total Au story that I’m currently obsessed with!
“There are children on this street.”
“I just don’t see how this is legal.”
“And so young too, such a shame he was brought up that way.. but still.”
Jughead Jones shifted in his seat at the old fashioned Diner, blatantly ignoring the not so subtle whispers aimed his way. The flashing Neon sign reflected in his coffee cup, Pops it was called. He could feel the stabbing glares against his back as he slid a five dollar bill across the counter and gave a weak smile to the older man in charge. The dark haired 25 year old said a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to make it out the front door without having any food pelted at him, it was a welcome change from the last town he had moved to.
He hit the sidewalk and instantly shoved his hands in his pockets, fingers curling bitterly around the fabric of his jeans, a habit that had stuck with him from the long years he spent locked away in jail.
That’s right, he was a convicted felon, just recently removed from the Federal penitentiary
Facility in New York after the truth of his conviction was revealed. The time he spent in Rikers had been straight out of a horror novel, everything they said about jail? It was all true and Jughead Jones had lived through it all.
It’s what brought him here to Riverdale, The town with Pep, well.. atleast that’s what his real estate agent had said.
He made his way down the twisted roads that led to his house, it was tucked away, hidden behind the town exactly the way he wanted it. The only neighbor he had was the house just a few feet away from his, it was painted Sunshine yellow and had more flowers planted in the front yard then he had ever seen in his life. Jughead had been living in his new home now for five days and had yet to see a single sign of the person who owned the yellow house, well that was until today.
He stood awkwardly in his driveway as he watched the tiny blue beetle pull in. The first thing he saw was children, a set of twins to be exact, they came tumbling out of the car, pulling each other’s hair and shouting at each other.
“Fantastic.” Jughead mumbled, his realtor had promised no children or frat teens. The next person to emerge was a blonde woman a few years older than him, her hair was pushed back with a head band and she was clearly pregnant,
“Boys!” She called out to the quarreling children.
They instantly stopped fighting and stared up at their mother with apologetic faces.
He heard her before he saw her, a voice so sweet it could have been dipped in honey
“Oh Polly come on, they’re just playing! We’ve been cooped up in a car for three days after visiting mom! I’m feeling a little rambunctious myself” she hopped out.
The most beautiful woman Jughead had ever seen in his entire life. An angel for sure, honey wheat hair and sea green eyes followed by full lips and sun kissed skin, Jughead let his eyes travel down her body taking in the soft white dress she wore and the long toned legs that followed. Her laugh rang out through the front yard as she picked up the tinier of the twins and swung him around in her arms.
The older blonde simply rolled her eyes and leaned against the car, a playful smile on her lips
“As much as we’d like to stay and play Reggie is waiting for us at home and this pregnant mama needs her man.”
Betty nodded, pulling the twin boys closer to her chest and squeezing
“I had a great time this week boys! What do you say tommorow you take me out for ice cream, my treat.” She winked and Jughead felt his heart ache at the soft way she spoke and the adoration she had in her eyes as she looked at her older sisters stomach. There was a story to his new neighbor and he loved a good story.
As Polly piled her kids in the car she turned to the leggy blonde and pressed a kiss to her cheek
“Please call me tonight, I know this weekend was… a lot.. but I’m here for you okay.”
Jughead felt his shoulders tense, he was zoning in on a personal moment and it felt wrong, he turned to head to his front door when he heard tire against pavement. Daring one final glance back he inhaled sharply when his eyes met the new shade of green that was sure to be his favorite.
Her smile got wider when she noticed him looking, she lifted a tiny hand and waved excitedly.
Jugheads eyes widened and he whipped himself back around slamming into his house and locking the door, leaving a slightly confused and frowning blonde right next door
What was he thinking watching her like that? She was trouble wrapped up in a perfect blonde bottle.
She looked like sunsets and milkshakes and freshly printed books all wrapped in a tiny white dress and he.. well he looked like what he was… a murderer.
He shook his head aggressively taking cautious steps to the kitchen and dropping down in front of his laptop. He wouldn’t have to pay her any attention, he rarely left the house anyway typically only for food and coffee but there was always takeout and as for coffee… well he would just have to figure that out another day. He could avoid her, who cares that she was his neighbor, who cares that she was the only human life form for miles, he didn’t have time to get messed up with Pretty blonde girls with haunting green eyes.
Opening his emails he groaned audibly, another three angry subjected emails from his editor. The only way Jughead was affording his home was because people were already pre ordering his upcoming novel, a tell all about his life in prison and what brought him there. He had to finish the book eventually and the publishing company was getting restless, but they didn’t understand, they didn’t know what it felt like to relive all that horrible time and then to just simply write it down. It was hard and it was painful. But.. he had to pay the bills and his therapist had said it was a good idea to write it out, besides Jughead loved writing he already had two books published, unfortunately all that money went to legal bills.
Cracking his knuckles Jughead began typing.
Two hours later His eyes were burning and his fingers were sore when he heard the soft knocking coming from his front door.
Grabbing the bat that stood against the door frame Jughead took a heavy breath. It may be more threats, he shuddered remembering the half dead pigeon that had been left on his apartment door the day he got out of prison. He swung his front door open quickly. Instead of fighting bloody animals and hand painted threats he saw only a large plate of chocolate chip cookies with a note pinned to the top, glancing around he only saw bare woods, he reached for the note.
“Hi neighbor, it’s nice to (informally) meet you, if you need any help getting adjusted just give me a knock, I’m right next door! Welcome to Riverdale Jughead Jones- Betty Cooper”
Jugheads eyes widened, she knew who he was? She knew his name? She knew who he was and she was still baking him cookies? He picked one up and sniffed it suspiciously before taking a hesitant bite. The minute the cookie hit his tongue he let out an in Involuntary groan
Yeah avoiding Betty Cooper was going to be harder than he thought.