please stop staring at me like this it's making me very uncomfortable

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

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

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

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Thin Mints and Menthol (Steve Harrington x Reader)

This is now a series!

PART 2   

PART 3


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.

Words: 1.7k (YIKES)

Warnings: Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, hints towards abuse. Slightly OOC Steve

A/N: Okay so this is the first time I’ve ever written anything so please go easy on me, I just love Steve and I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days so I had to write it down.


You sit on the cold step outside the gas station. Mr Pritchard stood looming over you smugly, as the Chevrolet Blazer pulls up, ‘Hawkins Police Dept.’ printed on the side. Parking itself roughly. Chief Hopper steps out of the vehicle quickly reaching into his pocket to his packet of cigarettes, he removes one and places into his mouth. He walks over to you whilst sparking up. There’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The passenger door suddenly opens, startling you, it was usually just Hopper himself who dealt with you.

Steve Harrington? That’s new. You chuckle slightly as he walks to join Hopper stood before you. He’s staring at you in confusion. You scoff and hang your head. “This is the third time this month you’ve been caught shoplifting (Y/N).” Hopper says as he blows smoke out of his mouth. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying the excitement.” He chuckles.

“I’d raise my hands in defeat if this asshole,” you say jerking your head towards Mr Pritchard “hadn’t tied my arms in front of me with fucking rope.” Hopper glares at Pritchard, the old man crosses his arms in defiance to Hopper. He huffs slightly and begins to explain to Hopper that you had been trying to run away. Bullshit. Everyone knew you didn’t run once you were caught. As Hopper and him get into an argument you lean back and glance at Steve as he’s scribbling furiously in a notepad. The khaki coloured uniform he’s wearing looks freshly starched, his name tag shines under the glare of the street-lights. His hair is pushed back and looks neat, except for the strand that’s fallen out of place. It bounces in time with his writing.

“You, er, don’t need to do that”

“Huh?” He says stopping mid-word on the page. He stares at you confusedly.

“He never presses charges against me. I usually just get a two week ban.” You tell him, grinning. A small smile tugs at his lips. “That’s what you get for shoplifting a packet of Salem's’ I guess.”

Salem’s? Refreshing. Wouldn’t have pinned you for a menthol kind of girl” You both laugh. “Well, Hop- I mean, the Chief told me I should write everything down…” He says placing the pen in between the pages. He closes the notepad, holding it in his left hand. He stands awkwardly waiting slightly too close to Hopper. You’re shocked, since when did Steve Harrington want to be a cop? It was unusual to say the least, you always figured he’d end up at an Ivy League college. Yet here he was standing before you looking slightly uncomfortable. He’d been in the grade above you, and was ten times more popular than you were. The ‘King’. That was till Nancy Wheeler broke up with him, started dating the Byers kid, and he faded into obscurity. You’d still see him in passing but he’d mainly kept to himself focusing on his studies, always in the library. You’d heard rumors he was friends with some fourteen year olds, but you didn’t know him well enough to find out if they were true or not.

“Do want me to untie you?”

“What?” You ask as you realize you hadn’t been paying attention.

“The rope. Do you want me to untie it?” He asks again. You look at his hands. His notepad, you notice, is safely stowed away in his breast pocket.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, please. That would be great.” You say stuttering over your words slightly. You internally kicked yourself. You can’t believe you’re getting nervous over Steve fucking Harrington of all people. He bends down slightly, you’re inches apart, you can feel his breath on your cold hands as he reaches for them. You lift them up slightly from your lap. He starts to try and unknot the large knot that Pritchard had tied it with. He pauses and looks up at you, smirking. He lowers his voice.

“Now, you’re not going to dash the moment it’s unravelled are you?”

“On my honour.” You whisper. You smile at him.

“Oh, were you a Girl Scout.” He asks as he starts to work on untying you again.”

“Unwillingly, but yeah I was for about five years. Prettttttttttty sure, I sold you some Thin Mints once.” You told him struggling back a laugh.

“What, really? How old are you?” He moves his hands away from yours. You grin at him.

“I’m seventeen, but my birthdays in a week. I figured you wouldn’t recognize me.” He snickers quietly and slowly begins to tackle the knot again. You watch his hands move across the rope, grazing your wrists lightly, sending shivers up your arms.

“No I’m afraid I don’t think I’ve seen you around, I know I’d remember if I had someone like you before.” You look up at lock eyes with him. The rope around your wrists falls into your lap. Steve takes both your wrists in his hands and looks and the marks left on them. He rubs the rope burn with his left thumb. His brow furrowed, he opens his mouth as if to say something.

“Alright! I won’t press any further charges, just tell her that she needs to stay off of my property. For good this time, I’m giving her a permanent ban!” You both gaze up at the two men who had been having a heated debate about your actions.

“That seems fair. You hear that (Y/N)? You’re permanently banned from this gas station.” Hopper tells you whilst Steve helps you to your feet. “Permanent means no entry, and no sneaking in with a hat and sunglasses on like you did at the convenience store down street. Steve glances down at you with an amused look etched across his face. 

“You really did that?” He says questioning you.

“I thought it was a good idea at the time. I was very mistaken.” You tell him with a huff as you fold your arms, the temperature had dropped quite drastically. He leans his head back laughing, his hair moves like it has a mind of its own.You stare at him in awe. He is annoyingly pretty. You think to yourself. Boys like him shouldn’t be so pretty.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from joining him in his laughing fit. Instead you peer over at The Chief who’s not paying attention and is instead staring at his watch. He walks up to you and gently takes you by the arm and leads you towards the vehicle.

“We need to be leaving, its 9pm and I need to pick up El- I mean, Jane from Mike’s after dropping (Y/N) at her house.” He tells Steve who nods and makes his way over to the car, he gets in and you can see he’s still beaming. “See you later Fred.” Hopper says to Mr Pritchard as he opens the door for you.

“Bye Fred!” You say as Hopper pushes you into his car. Mr Pritchard walks into the gas station ignoring your exaggerated goodbye.The door slams behind him the car shaking slightly. He puts the keys into the ignition and sets off driving in the direction of your house. The mood in the car is some what hostile. You go to make a smart remark to relieve tension, but Hopper stops you.

“Whatever you’re about to say (Y/N), save it. This is your final warning. Like I said earlier this is the third time this month that someone’s stopped you shoplifting. I’m sure you’ve done it more you just haven’t been caught. I’m worried about you kid.” He gazes at you in the rear-view mirror, you turn away so you don’t make eye contact. “Next time I pick you up, you’re going to be in handcuffs. You understand?” You nod, there’s a prick behind your eye. Tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Sir.” The air is suddenly as icy as it is outside, despite the heating sputtering it’s warm breath around the car. You zone out and begin to stare outside, watching houses as they pass by. Wondering if their teenagers were as troublesome as you were. You’re startled as a tear falls onto your cheek, you quickly go to scrub your eyes. Uncaring if you smudge the eye make-up you have on. You didn’t want to let Hopper down, he’d looked out for you each time there had been an incident. And yet you knew he was serious this time despite always telling you it was the final time he was clearing up after your messes. Somehow the presence of Steve made you embarrassed. Why do I even care? I don’t even know him. You think to yourself. And yet looking at the wing mirror and seeing him give you a reassuring smile was comforting, you return it sadly and turn to stare out the window again.

As the car drove up to your house the lump in your throat grew. It was fear. Fear of what was waiting for you at home. The lights were on meaning you were in for a rough ride. You sit forward as the car draws to a halt. Wincing as your hand touches the cool metal of the handle.

“Tell your old man to go easy on you.” Hopper says to you. Without turning to face him you open the door getting out.

“Thanks for the ride boys.” You say plastering a fake smile across your lips as you slam the door shut. The grin instantly drops from you face as you make your way up to you red front door. You can feel both Jim and Steve’s eyes watching you.

“Do you think you could get me any of those Thin Mints? I’ve got a real craving!” You hear Steve shout to you. Turning to face him, he’s beaming from ear to ear. You start laughing, you flash him the middle finger and give him a sarcastic smile as you close the door. Blocking you off from the world. You place your hands on the door and lift your eye to the peep hole to watch as Hopper’s car rolls out of sight. You sigh as you hear angry footsteps approach you. Grabbing at your arm, pulling it from the door.

“And where the fuck have you been?”


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Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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Vixen

Ivar x plus size!reader

Holy shit he is so hot, I would give anything to be Y/N

You were headed towards the main hall, playing with the strings of your corset. You had to have it made specifically for you – the other corsets did not fit you without completely blocking your ability to breathe. You brush an annoying strand of hair out of your face, smirking when a boy trips over himself, too caught up in staring at you. “Are you ok?” You chuckled, your smile softening as you peered over at the boy. His cheeks reddened, and he stumbled back on his feet, awkwardly brushing off the dust from his clothes. “Yes, yes, I’m alright Lady Y/N, nothing to worry about.”

Your eyebrow quickly went up at the mention of your name, looking at the boy with confusion. You haven’t spoken to him previously, and Kattegat wasn’t exactly the smallest village. His eyes widened with realization and his cheeks only darkened further. “No, no, please don’t misunderstand milady, it is only that .. uh, Prince Ivar speaks very uhm, often of you.”

Your eyes lit up immediately at the comment, twinkling with mischief. “Is that so?” Your sultry voice made the boy even more uncomfortable, as he quickly excused himself and headed off in the opposite direction. You couldn’t help but wear your smirk all the way to the main hall. You couldn’t help but love the way your dresses made boys stop and stare.

Upon your entrance, you immediately received the bright smile of Aslaug, who had initially been critical of you but  grew to love your confident and assertive manner, as well as several glares thrown your way.

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Let’s Start Here (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary: Your breath hitched. No one had ever seen you without clothing before. “O-oh…” you said. “B-but…”

“Shh.” He tugged at your top, and another button popped open. “Go on. Do the next one.”

You weren’t sure what to expect or what to feel–the most you’d ever done was daydream about holding Kylo Ren’s hand. Never kissing. Never stripping. Never…

“Mm.” The corner of his lip quirked. “Keep going.”

Words: 6300

Warnings: EXTREME innocence kink, Medic!Reader, virginity loss, praise kink

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: This is a work crafted especially for one of my favorite humans and smol beans, @kylooppa. We’ve bonded frequently over our mutual love for innocence kink, and I decided to take this to the next rational level. I hope you enjoyed it, boo–I love you so much.

And I hope the rest of you enjoyed it, too! Thank you!

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Crazy In Love

Originally posted by alex-norma

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+


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On his last day, Shouyou made the best kind of mistake.

He’d joined Kageyama on the exercise field regularly. So far this had mostly consisted of more races, a few tosses of the spear-like javelin, and one ill-advised wrestling match that hadn’t been very strenuous, as far as wrestling went, but had still ended with Shouyou panting and red in the face, pinned to the ground under Kageyama within moments. It was not a bad place to end up, but it was still dangerous for Shouyou’s resolve, and he hadn’t asked to try again.

His attempts to persuade Kageyama into showing him how to throw a discus were a different matter.

Shouyou had been fascinated by the sport, unable to stop thinking about it in the days since he’d first seen Kageyama’s perfect form as he moved through the motions. But six days was hardly enough time to grasp the basics, let alone become competent. This made Shouyou very impatient.

“Not that one,” Kageyama said, the instant Shouyou went to grab a full weight discus, instead of one of the lighter practice versions he’d been using up until that day.

“It’ll be fine,” Shouyou said. He lifted the disk and puffed out his cheeks, adjusting his stance at the surprising heaviness.  

“Oy.” Kageyama squinted at him. “Do you remember when we first raced, and I told you to take off your shoes or you might fall, and you said—”

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Character A is injured. Character B is still listed as their emergency contact.



“So, anyway, I drove about, I don’t know, four hours? Yeah, four I think it was to get the teacup pig- I mean who wouldn’t want a teacup pig, right?”

The girl- Nicole, Lily had said- stared much to excitedly at Sirius from across the restaurant table. Lily must have been joking when she said they would get on. She had to have been joking.

Sirius tried for a smile, “Uh. Yeah, right.”

The girl let out a shriek, “Right! I mean, it was a bit sketchy, honestly. The woman didn’t even ask my name. But I got the pig so, whatever, right?”

Nicole reached for her water, eyes trained expectantly on Sirius.

“I-“ Sirius had nothing, absolutely nothing to say. “Right…”

Nicole offered a slightly less enthusiastic, more uncomfortable smile, “Okay, maybe not everyone wants a teacup pig then… Whatever.”

Sirius had just enough mind to feel slightly guilty for not playing into the story a little more, when his phone rang.

He didn’t even try to feel guilty for the relief that flooded through him at the sound.

That had to be Lily calling him to tell him it was all a joke and that he was the most gullible person on this planet. Please be Lily. He dug into his coat pocket.

“Hello?”

Faded sirens filled his ear, then the voice of a woman.

“Hello, is this Mr. Sirius Black?”

Sirius’ brow knit, and he held up a finger to Nicole who seemed to be having trouble getting her pasta noodles to stay on her fork and payed him no mind.

“Yes.” He said as he closed the restaurant door, wrapping an arm around himself and his thin sweater against the cold. He tried to push down the worry in his chest at the formal tones, “Yeah, speaking.”

“Mr. Black, I’m calling from Mercy Hospital on behalf of Remus Lupin. Unfortunately, there has been an accident…”

A ringing made its way up from Sirius’ heart into his ears, chilling him. Accident. It was like he was now listening to the world through cotton.

Remus. In an accident. Sirius’ heart beat against his skull. Remus who he hadn’t stopped thinking about for months. Remus who he hadn’t seen for months.

An accident an accidentanaccident.

Hospital

An accident

“Remus…”

Sirius brought a hand up to his mouth, stomach churning.

“Mr. Black? Mr. Black, are you there-“

“Yes. Yes, I-“ He pressed the hand over his eyes, “What- is he-” His voice sounded much too horse, like he’d been shouting. Please tell me he’s okay.

“I wasn’t on call sir, I’m afraid I don’t know the details. ”

Sirius closed his eyes, hand dropping to the brick wall. He felt like he was holding himself together, “Right. Right.”A thought occurred to him, “Wait.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you- I mean, why did you call me? I don’t..” Why not James? Lily? His parents?

“Well, you’re his emergency contact, so…”

Emergency contact? Sirius’ heart sped up, fear combining with the lingering longing for Remus he’d been trying to suppress to a simmer for what felt like forever. It flared up, burning a hole in his chest through and through. Despite the fact that Remus had probably just forgotten about it, Sirius’ heart warmed.

“Right. Thank you. Thanks, I’ll be- in a bit.” He shook his head, he wasn’t making sense.

He didn’t even think he made eye contact with Nicole when he grabbed his jacket and threw (probably too much) money onto the table.

Remus.

It was the only thing going through his mind.


The cabbie tried to talk to him on the ride there but he either didn’t hear the words or doesn’t remember what he said. The city lights were streaks of color in his eyes, and they stayed streaks when the cab stopped moving. He tripped on the curve. It was wet, and red and blue ambulance lights reflected in the puddled yellow surface. When had it started to rain? Sirius saw the sirens but heard only his own breath. The doors opened by themselves and he nearly tripped again. Everything was too white now.

“Remus.” He gasped at the woman behind the desk. He wiped wet hair from his forehead, leaning heavily against the counter, “Remus.”

She obviously recognized him from their phone call not moments before. She got up, motioning for him to follow through another set of doors that opened by themselves. His eyes told him she had started talking to, his ears didn’t.

She stopped outside of a room. 221. This door didn’t open by itself and Sirius was left, hands pressed to the hard wood and face alined with the small window. His heart went to his throat, his stomach into knots.

The scene wasn’t chaotic, but it wasn’t peaceful either. Sirius’ breath fogged up the glass and Remus momentarily looked as if he were asleep on a cloud, not a hospital bed. The sight was angelic and disturbing; it looked too far away. Sirius pushed open the door, wiping the glass as he did and Remus was back in the hospital bed and much, much closer. Panic threatened to simmer up again.

Sirius expected to feel out of place. He expected to feel as if someone else should be here. Remus would want someone else here. Right? But he didn’t. He felt just as draw to Remus now as he had any other day, maybe even more so with the whites of the hospital making him look pale and delicate.

“Drunk driver.”

Sirius jumped at the voice from behind him and turned to see the nurse from the phone flipping through Remus’ chart. She glanced up at him, then nodded her head to Remus, “He’s very lucky, you know.”

Sirius looked at her, then back to Remus with his slowly purpling eye, his bloodied lip, the IV and white bandage striped across his shoulder like a seatbelt.

“Lucky..” He breathed.

The nurse closed it with a clatter, hanging it back on the bed end, “Lucky. To be alive. To have someone come running at a moment’s notice. Honestly, what was that, five minutes?”

Sirius blinked at her. He didn’t know how long it had been.

She just smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. I’d still stay though. It’s good to have a familiar face around when they wake up.”

Even one they probably hate?

Sirius almost voiced this question, when he realized he had been left alone, door swinging shut behind her. Left alone to stare at Remus’ slowly breathing form on the bed.

Guilt washed through him in sudden, powerful waves.

If I hadn’t let you walk out would you still be in here?

Sirius took a breath and it shuttered its way through him. That was stupid. It had been months ago. There’s no way of knowing…

“Fuck.” He breathed, shuffling a little and looking around. He thought about sitting on the bed, but he wasn’t sure what Remus would do- how he would feel- when he woke up, and he didn’t think close proximity was the best way to find out. He pulled at the stool by the wall instead, wincing when it scraped against the tiles much louder than he had anticipated. He picked it up, placing it next to the bed carefully. He sat awkwardly and straight.

He might have sat there for hours, might have been minutes. Time passed sluggishly, then seemed to speed up, then slow again. His eyes slipped closed, he slumped forward onto the bed, just as dawn was filtering through the blinds and casting lines of warm light across Remus’ face.

Be okay. Sirius said it even in his dreams. Please be okay.

He woke up to a light tapping at his shoulder, long fingers shaking gently. It took him seconds to remember where he was and he sat up too fast, straining his neck.

“Fuck- Remus-“ His eyes went right to Remus, eyes roaming his face, searching for any alarming reasons for Remus to be waking him.

Perhaps the most alarming part of that search was that Remus didn’t look alarmed at all. Or that his hand had slid down Sirius’ shoulder and into his palm. Or that his fingers were gripping Sirius’.

Sirius stared at their hands for a moment, before slowly looping his fingers around Remus’ too, “Remus…”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just looked at their hands too. His eye was fully swollen now, cheek pushing it closed a little, but his lip looked slightly better. The bandage on his chest was clean so Sirius guessed that was good. And Remus just sat there, holding his hand. Sirius’ heart beat. He was utterly helpless against the feeling of Remus’ cool fingers, so utterly helpless.

“Before I blacked out,” Remus’ voice was barely there. He coughed weakly, but shook his head when he saw Sirius eye the cup of water on the bedside table.

“Before I blacked out,” he began again, eyes moving back to their hands, “I was thinking about you.”

Sirius was so, so helpless, “Re…”

“I was hoping they’d call you. I couldn’t remember if..” He coughed again, and this time Sirius took matters into his own hands, holding the cup out. When Remus didn’t take it, he raised it to Remus’ lips, but Remus covered the top, shaking his head, “I was coming to you-“ Another coughing fit but Sirius barely heard it this time.

I was coming to you.

Sirius stared at Remus, wide-eyed. He felt his heart frantically trying to keep up with his lungs, “God, Remus. God, if something had really gone wrong, if you-“

“I’m not-“ He cut himself off again and Sirius sighed.

“For fuck sake, drink.” He didn’t let Remus refuse this time.

When Remus had drained half the glass he let his head fall back against his pillows, eyes staying on Sirius, and hand gripping tighter, “I’m not blaming you. I’m not, Sirius, listen to me. Jesus.”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He pressed his lips to Remus’ knuckles, encasing the chilly hand in both of his own. If something had happened if something had happened his mind kept replaying. He would had never known. You would’ve never got the chance to tell him.

Remus’ eyes flutter at the small gesture and he sighs, “I missed you. God, I’ve missed you so much, Pads, and look, look what happened. We can’t-“ Sirius hears the heart monitor pick up and he shifts onto the edge of the bed, hand pushing through Remus’ hair, trying to calm him.

“We can’t waste a day.” Remus’ eyes are pleading and golden in the dawn light. He breathes for a second, turning his face into Sirius’ palm, “I can’t spend another day. Not like this. Not without you. Anything can happen at any time and- and if something happened and I didn’t have you-“ The monitor starts to pick up again and Remus’ chest is heaving against the bandages and Sirius does the only thing he can think of.

He kisses Remus. It’s soft, and more on the corner of his mouth than anything, to avoid his injury, but its like he can breathe again. His thumb runs along his jaw as he pulls away, forehead against forehead,

“Take it easy love, okay? You don’t have to spend-“ He closes his eyes, “Fuck, Re. Fuck, if you’ll have me you never have to spend another fucking second without me. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t leave your side. I’d never…” Sirius just shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Remus’ forehead, “Okay?”

Remus’ eyes are hooded and sleepy when Sirius looks back to him, but he’s smiling. A smile Sirius knows is reserved just for him, and one he hasn’t seen in a lifetime.

Sirius’ thumbs lightly over the swollen part of Remus’ lip, “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? I- fucking hell, Re-“ His voice breaks at the end and he can’t continue.

“I know.” Sirius’ can feel the heart monitor on Remus’ finger press into his cheek, “I was scared too.”

  • its season one
  • kara fights a big bad, takes ‘em down, no biggie
  • she does gets hit in the face with some weird spray tho
  • they check her out, everything seems good. 
  • she’s good
  • everyone is looking at her kind of funny but its fine
  • she barely notices the way everyone watches her like a hawk until she leaves
  • Next day, Kara goes to CatCo
  • hops on the elevator, and there’s Lucy Lane! Lucy smiles at her, but her smile falters tho and she just stares at Kara
  • fifty seconds pass
  • Kara shifts uncomfortably
  • “is something on my face?”
  • she looks away, looks back only to have Lucy crowding her
  • she’s backed up against the elevator wall
  • “my mouth, hopefully,” Lucy says
  • kara can’t really think because oh my god lucy lane is kissing her

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Seven Minutes in Purgatory: with your enemy who you have slight sexual tension and you figure out if you are going to fight or make out

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Summary: Betty finds herself playing a round of seven minutes in heaven after lying about her crush for years.

Words: 2,102

Warnings: A really tasteless joke about Sylvia Plath, spoilers for the graphic novel The Watchmen, kissing and fluff

A/N: Sorry nonnie, this isn’t a fighting kind of fic. This feels like it could be an AU outtake from The Stacks. I’m also experimenting with a clean cut version of Jughead. This isn’t the best, I’m not happy with the ending but I’m working shit out and I also edited this myself so there is probably errors. 


Betty Cooper did not want to be in Archie Andrews basement playing seven minutes in heaven. She felt like she was too old for this silly game. They were seniors in high school, most of them were already having sex, a little kissing was nothing.

But Betty was not like most of her senior classmates. She knew that kissing whoever she had to kiss that night would be a very big deal considering there was only one person in that circle she really wanted to kiss.

She had done a good job of hiding her feelings for the past three and a half years. At any sleepover she found herself at she always admitted to having a big fat crush on Archie; the gorgeous, red-headed quarterback that took every girls breath away. It was common knowledge that Betty was into Archie. Quiet, kind, blonde Betty Cooper loved the hottest guy in school. It was a joke and Betty was fine with that just as long as no one knew who she truly pined for.

Archie loved to tease Betty about it and he loved the way her gaze made him feel. Betty may not have been popular but she was beautiful. The type of girl all the guys ignored but everyone secretly had wet dreams about. Archie loved flaunting himself in front of her. He liked stringing her along, making her squirm, making her sweat whenever he was near.

But Betty was a very good liar.

She knew what the girls at her school were like; they were cruel and would tease, taunt and torture her about her crush. So Betty had to hide the truth, make something up to get them off her back but the truth was she had no interest in Archie.

Her real crush was the raven haired best friend of said quarterback, Jughead Jones.

Archie and Jughead’s friendship made no sense. Jughead didn’t play sports, he wasn’t vulgar, he wasn’t obnoxious but instead was a straight A student like Betty. He was the head editor for the school newspaper, head of the debate team and student body president. He also volunteered at an animal shelter part time.

Ever since his father, Forsythe Pendleton, turned his troubled life around and became mayor of Riverdale, Jughead had a dream of becoming the president. He had a knockout smile, dressed well and had a magnetic charisma. It was probably the reason Archie and he got along so well. People were drawn to both of them but for very different reasons.

Betty’s crush on Jughead didn’t come out of no where. She always noticed how handsome he was but had no reason to ever speak to him. Not until one afternoon she saw him at the Riverdale Public Library.

It was the beginning of their sophomore year, he was sitting at the same table as her on the opposite side and at the other end. Betty had finished her homework a while ago and was reading for pleasure.

Jughead was reading The Watchmen. He was hunched over the book, his arms straining against his dress shirt. He had been working out with Archie and it was starting to show. His hair had fallen out of place and it bobbed in front of his face while he took in the material.

“Are you liking that?” Betty asked, finally gaining the courage to do so.

Jughead startled and looked at Betty with wide eyes. “What?” He replied.

“Are you liking The Watchmen?” She asked again clarifying .

Jughead flashed a dazzling smile. “Um,” he ran his hand through his hair pushing it all back into place. “I like it but I think I’m too much of an optimist to identify with it. I think there are other ways to unite us and make the world better.” His smile grew. “It’s still really interesting though.”

“I wish I could be as optimistic as you. I think Moore’s right, we won’t stop trying to kill each other until there is a threat bigger than each other.” Betty looked away from him and wished the creeping flush in her cheeks would go away.  

“What are you reading?” He asked move down a chair.

A giggle escaped Betty’s lips. “The Bell Jar.” She looked over at him and laughed.

“I hear that Sylvia Plath has a very sunny disposition.” Jughead joked.

“Yeah but just don’t leave her alone in the kitchen.” Betty immediately made a noise of disgust and her whole body flinched at her stupid joke. “That’s so offensive. I don’t know why I said that.” She shook her head bringing her hand to her cheek to soothe her embarrassment.

He laughed. “I’m Jughead Jones.” He said holding out his hand to her moving down to sit across from her.

“I know.” She grinned. “I’m Betty Cooper.” She took his hand in hers.

“I know, you are the only person who has a better grade point average than me. If it wasn’t for you I’d be at home in my hot tub with all the honeys.” He made the same face of disgust Betty had made earlier. “I don’t have any honeys. Women aren’t objects. I’m sorry.” He looked away from her his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

Betty laughed and that’s where their friendship began. They didn’t really acknowledge each other at school and Betty tried to ignore all the girls that flirted with him. She tried to not to feel hurt when he took other girls to dances and she never asked him about the only girlfriend he ever had, Ethyl Muggs. She couldn’t be jealous; she spent years in silence when she could have easily said something.

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Affectionate // Cheryl Blossom

Summary: Following a tragedy you move in with your guardian, Sheriff Keller and his reluctant son. Over the course of Freshmen year Cheryl and you fall in love despite her parents viewing of her sexuality but will you ever truly be accepted in your new family?

Prompt #14: Okay, so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you

Characters: Reader x Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Sheriff Keller, Kevin Keller, The Blossoms, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones.

Words: 2763

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved.

Warnings: Swearing, Cliff and Penelope Blossom, same sex relationship, drinking, mention of death and angst.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy

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Freshmen year was tough for Cheryl Blossom, her family was only just beginning to fracture under the disappointed of her parents. Jason was strongly telling their parents he didn’t want to take over the business and Cheryl had admitted to her parents why she wouldn’t date the red headed teen sent to their home for two weeks. The Blossoms and Denali’s had been friends since Penelope and Sarah were toddlers and when both became pregnant the families came to a decision. The Blossom daughter would marry a Denali son to bring the families together for mutual financial pros, the red hair, and to make Penelope and Sarah legally family.

When Liam Denali came to learn the family business and meet his betrothed it had been to the discomfort of Cheryl. The thing was that while Liam was okay with the made future, Cheryl wasn’t because she wasn’t into Liam. Cheryl preferred females instead of males and when she told her parents shit hit the fan.

“No way. This had been in agreement since Sarah and I found out we were pregnant. Young lady you will ignore those feelings and marry Liam.” Penelope sternly told her daughter.

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How about Phoenix Wright hatches a plan to "seduce" Edgeworth in order to get some info on the case and it's painfully awkward but somehow Edgeworth goes along with it?

“Soooo, Edgeworth. Miles. Miles Edgeworth.”

The man in question looked flatly at Phoenix, peering at him over the rim of his glasses. “That is my name, yes.”

Phoenix leaned on Edgeworth’s desk, casual, closer than most people considered friendly but not so close as to make him uncomfortable. “Did you do something with your hair? It looks silkier than usual today.”

Edgeworth gave him a scrutinizing look, squinting at his face before turning back to his paperwork. Phoenix could never decide if he liked it when Edgeworth did that or not. With his piercing gaze it almost seemed like he was looking into Phoenix’s very soul, but there was never anything malicious about it. At least never when he did it to Phoenix. “Thank you.” The thanks was clipped, professional, like everything else about him. “I would ask the same of you, but your hair is just as unruly as usual.”

Phoenix scowled. His hair was not unruly. He had it ruled exactly how he wanted it. But if he got angry he’d blow his whole plan. “I mean it,” he said softly, sliding a few inches closer. “It looks nice. You always look nice, but today there’s just…something about you, you know?”

To his great surprise, the tips of Edgeworth’s ears turned the same colour as his coat. Holy shit, that worked? “Th-thank you.” Edgeworth cleared his throat and avoided Phoenix’s eyes. His face was steadfastly turned away from Phoenix, looking down at the work on his desk instead.

“Hey, Edgeworth? Miles? Is it okay if I call you Miles?” Phoenix reached out and put a hand on Edgeworth’s shoulder. Edgeworth nodded, still focused on his work. “Miles, then.” Phoenix leaned down a little closer. “Miles, we’ve known each other too long to beat around the bush like this. We both know what I want.”

Miles finally turned to face him, staring up at him with an open wariness in his eyes. His lips were slightly parted and his whole face was scarlet. Phoenix bit back a grin. The Chief Prosecutor, blushing like a schoolgirl. “And what would that be?” Miles asked, and to his credit his voice never wavered once.

Phoenix leaned in, bracing his hands on the arms of Miles’s chair, grinning from ear to ear. “I want the updated autopsy report.”

Miles’s face darkened and he shoved Phoenix back. “Get out of my office.”

“Aw, Edgeworth, come on!” Phoenix was not whining. “It’s not fair that you guys always get to have the important information and my kids are scrambling around to get any little lead they can. Just a little peek? Please? For old time’s sake?”

“Everything’s always ‘for old time’s sake’ with you,” Edgeworth grumbled. He turned back to his desk and pointed at an envelope without looking. “Take it and get out. And to think, for a moment there I actually thought you–” He clammed up before he could finish his sentence.

“You thought what?” Edgeworth remained silent, signing a document with an almost violent scrawl and slamming it onto a pile. “Miles, what’s wrong? I was just teasing.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

Everything went dark for a moment and chains lashed around Edgeworth, a large red lock slamming into the middle of it all. Phoenix took an involuntary step back, eyes widening. Whatever was bothering Edgeworth, he didn’t want Phoenix to know about it. “Miles,” he said warningly. “Talk to me.”

Edgeworth glared up at him. “It’s always teasing with you. I’m sick of it.”

Phoenix gave a wry grin, trying to diffuse some of the tension. “What, you want me to stop teasing and just kiss you already, is that it?”

Edgeworth said nothing, just stared intently at him. Phoenix’s grin wavered and fell off his face entirely. “Wait, is that it?” Edgeworth shrugged and Phoenix sighed. “Well you should’ve just said something. For a genius, you’re kind of an idiot.”

Before Edgeworth could open his mouth to reply, Phoenix’s lips were on his. And as he felt Edgeworth’s hands grab at his lapels to pull him closer, he heard the unmistakable sound of a psyche-lock shattering.

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Jin

He isn’t the aggressive type, but he would politely try to tell the guy off. He would keep it classy like always.

“I’ll make you see stars” a random guy said to you as you were busy shopping. You turn around to face him and tell him off when Jin appears. He wraps a protective arm around your shoulders. “I am sorry but this lady here is taken. So can you please leave?” he told the guy as politely as he could. Jin didn’t leave his gaze and stared at him intently. The man eventually gave up as he saw how serious Jin was about him leaving. “Thank you Jin” you said as you finally released the breath you were holding. “It’s nothing you should be thanking me for. Its my job baby” he kissed your temple gently, while his arm was still draped protectively around your shoulder.

Yoongi

He would be pissed and jealous. I am sure he wouldn’t get physically aggressive, but the tone of his voice would get dangerously low, and his facial expressions would darken.

You were waiting for yoongi to pick you up when a guy came up to you and said “I’ll take you home baby”. You ignored him. A car stopped in front of you and Yoongi rolled down the window. “Any problem babe?” he asked you, completely ignoring the guy at first. “How about you fuck off?” the guy said to Yoongi. He sighed and walked around the car towards you. “I’ll take care of it babygirl” he kissed your cheek .He stood in front of you protectively. “How about you leave before I report your ass to the police. This is my lady so don’t mess with her or me” his voice was dangerously low. He stepped forward but instinctively you grabbed onto his forearm.“Its okay” yoongi said. He kept on intensely staring at the guy for a good 2 minutes without blinking. Eventually the guy got uncomfortable and retreated back.

Namjoon

Namjoon would not be afraid to tell the guy off. He would be very protective of you in a situation like that, specially the guy would be hitting on you in a vulgar way.

“Nice ass” a guy said as you were walking hand in hand with Namjoon. You were very taken aback. The guy stepped forward towards you, but Namjoon put his hand on the guy’s chest to stop him from proceeding. “ Please have some manners. Clearly she is with someone” he then brings your interlocked hands to the guy’s face. The guy however kept on staring at you very sleazily. Namjoon glanced at you and saw how uncomfortable you were. “Really though cant you sleaze balls come up with something new? All I ever hear is shit like this from your disgusting mouths” Namjoon smirked at the guy. “You look young to me. I am guessing you wanna live a long life ahead of you so learn some manners and don’t talk to another woman like this ever again”You guessed maybe the guy felt guilty because he lowered his gaze and left without saying another word.

Hoseok

Hoseok would be angry too and in such a situation I see him being very possessive and protective contrary what a lot of us would expect from him.

A guy touched your ass while you were on the bus. “Hoseok can we leave?” you whispered to him. “Whats wrong?” he asked. Instead of saying something you looked at the guy who touched you. “He just touched me” you whispered while snaking your hand around his arm and snuggling into him. Hoseok looked at you and then at the guy. “If you touch her ever again, or any other woman things won’t end nice for you” he mumbled so only the guy could hear. As the bus stopped he grabbed your hand, and shoved the guy with his shoulder on your way out, while snaking his arm around your waist protectively.

Jimin

To me he seems to be scariest person when angry. I think he would definitely be angry and he won’t be afraid to show his dislike for the situation and for the man hitting on you.

Jimin came outside from the store. He saw a guy trying to touch you, while you were trying to evade him by backing up. Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing?” he shouted at the guy. “And you are?” the chuckled and smirked. “I am her boyfriend and the person who will not hesitate to show you your place if you don’t stop” he stared at the guy as he grabbed his wrist that was trying to reach towards you. Jimin tightened his grip on the guy’s wrist until his knuckles turned white and the guy winced in pain. Jimin let go with a satisfying smirk as the guy massaged his wrist in pain.”I’ll deal with you later” the guy yelled as he ran away. Jimin embraced you in a hug and whispered soothing words to you as you clutched onto him for dear life.

Taehyung

Out of all the boys I think Taehyung will be the most calm and collected. He wouldn’t raise his voice, neither will he engage in any sort of conversation with the person hitting on you.

“Please leave my girlfriend alone” Tae emphasized the word girlfriend. He saw a guy walking up to you. Although he was at a distance and couldn’t hear what was going on, he could see your uncomfortable expression. he made his way towards you with long firm strides. He spun you around by your waist and planted a kiss on your lips. He kissed you with intensity and once he had made his point he looked at the guy with dark eyes full of anger that didn’t slip past his lips. “What are you looking at?” he asked the guy, which brings you to the present moment. The guy gave both of you a once over and left. “I am sorry I didn’t get to you sooner and I am sorry you have to deal with scums like him” he said as he kissed your forehead.

Jungkook

I think his anger would get the best of him in such a situation, but his reaction would be pretty similar to Jimin in that he wouldn’t be afraid to show the creep his place, and maybe even get handsy if it came to that.

“This is my girlfriend you are talking to you asshole” Jungkook said as he rolled up his sleeves. “We can share” the guy gave a lopsided smile, which infuriated jungkook even more. “The only thing I will be sharing with you is my fist” Jungkook threatened him. The guy kept on looking at you and ignoring Jungkook. So he covered the guy’s view of you by standing in front  “I think I am much better to look at than her no?” he said as a smug expression made its way onto his face. “Listen you creep if you so much as lay your eyes on her I will end your worthless existence right here, right now” Jungkook sneered at the guy through gritted teeth and poked him in the chest. “If you don’t run away in 10 seconds, I will change the geography of your body.” So leave” he seethed in anger. The guy took the hint and left you two alone.

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To Believe in Ghosts

Pairing: Amazing Phil & Daniel Howell (Phan)

Genre: !!Angst!!, Fluff, Light Smut.

Word Count: 12 000

Warnings: Mentions/themes of death. Blood. Ghosts. Supernatural. 

Summary: Dan is not the partying type. So when he is dragged against his will to a friend’s Halloween bash, it really is no surprise that things quickly go astray. But Halloween night is only just the beginning. Sometimes it takes an entire lifetime to learn a lesson…sometimes even a death. 

Author Note: Happy Halloween. -ellie

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“I’m too old for this kidnapping bullshit,” Tony whispered, shivering, and tugged the collar of his shirt tighter around his neck in a futile attempt to block out the freezing rain. Forty-five years old and still being carted around like so much luggage. God.

He didn’t think about how glad he was that there was no sand, no heat, no bright lights in the dark. He didn’t think about how glad he was to break out of a building instead of a cave. He didn’t think about how no one had come for him, and what that meant for the monsters that had been screaming when he’d been taken.

The forest was cold, and as much as the conifers blocked the onslaught of rain, they did little to protect Tony from the rain dripping off the needles and onto him. He tucked himself in the lee of a larger tree, taking a few deep breaths, but it hurt—every gasp hurt. The metal casing was cold in his chest, making the skin around it burn and then spread out into a dull ache. His fingers were beginning to go numb.

He was going to die out here.

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 2

Pt. 1 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request (x2): OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE TO MAKE ANOTHER PART TO NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW!! IT WAS AMAZING :-)

Prompts: #93 “But, I said I love you.”

Warnings: A singular swear, some sad times, a very stupid Juggie

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“You have feelings for me?”

Shit.

You go slack-jawed, unable to understand exactly what had transpired in the short time it took you to go to the restroom. Jug still hasn’t blinked or made any sort of indication that he’s alive, frozen just as you are. The heat seeps from your hands, making them clammy which ,you take a ridiculous moment to think, is probably the grossest word in existence. You feel the missing heat from your fingers move up to your neck, making its way up your face until the heat makes you feel light-headed. 

Still, no one has said anything. You throw a quick glance to the friends across from you, seeing equally dumbfounded expressions. All three meet your gaze, with Betty shaking her head apologetically. Your face falls and you look back to the boy that still has not moved.

“I, uh, I just,” you pause, taking a deep breath in and blowing it back out again. 

He started to look angry. His fists ball, veins becoming more defined as his skin pulls taut. “Well?” He looks away from you, finally, moving his gaze to the friends across from you two.

Archie tugs on Betty’s sleeve, pulling her and Veronica out of the booth. “I, uh, think we should go.” He looks meaningfully at B and V, giving you a supportive smile as he drags them off.

Once the bell rings out, signalling their departure, Jughead’s hands relax and he sinks against the sticky vinyl of the booth. 

Well, if there was a time to try and explain, it must be now.

“Okay, Jug. Here it is. Here’s all of it.” You turn to fully face him in the booth, crossing one leg under the other and setting your fidgeting hands in between them. You try to look him in the eye, but seeing his face once again devoid of expression is too much. Instead, you settle on watching your hands betray your nerves. “I have feelings for you. Not… not like feelings we have for friends, for Archie or Betty or V. As in, sometimes I want to kiss you but also sometimes being too close drives me crazy feelings.” You look up again, only to find no reaction. Back to your hands. “I’ve know for- well, I was going to say forever, which is just blatantly incorrect. I’ve felt like this for almost our entire friendship, but I didn’t figure it out for a couple years after. I didn’t intend to develop feelings, and I really don’t want to lose you.” You look up once more, and finally there is something behind his eyes. Confusion, mostly, but it’s something. Your gazes stay on each other as you continue. “I love you, Jughead Jones. As more than the best friends I know we are.” The side of you mouth quirks up, but quickly drops again as your brow crinkles. “But, if you want to stay friends, I understand. Just, please Jug. Please,” you untangle your hands to put one on his bicep,” don’t let this ruin anything. Ruin us.”

Silence. Your hand slips away, and while you had not noticed yourself leaning forward during the speech you are now very aware of the miniscule distance between you two. Collapsing a bit, putting some distance in between, you see Jughead turn to you with determination and apology written in every line of his face.

“I’m just-” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t feel the same way.” His face crumples, but you don’t let him see yours do the same. 

Instead, you take another deep breath and give another smile. “That’s okay! We can just go back to how we were. If you want, we can call everyone back and just have a normal night?” As much as you want to hide your emotions, you hope he hears the plea hidden in the question. 

He looks away from you now, taking your earlier trick of staring at his hands. “I really don’t think that’s the best idea.”

Your heart feels a little twinge, but quickly you dispel it. “Y’know, I am a little tired. It’s pretty late, I’ll just walk home.” You stand from the booth, slinging your bag across your shoulder. “But we’re still on for tomorrow, right? All of us meeting at Twilight?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think we can be around each other for a while, Y/N.”

You logically knew your heart couldn’t drop into your stomach, but logic never applied to your feelings for Jughead Jones.

“But, I said I loved you. And I meant it, in both the feelings way but also just the best friend way. That’s gotta count for something, Jug. You can’t push me away just because we’re a little uncomfortable right now.” You begin to worry. “If we don’t try to get past it now, we probably never will! It’ll just get worse over time and then our entire friend group will dissipate and they’ll drop me because I’m the youngest and everyone knows the youngest is cast out in major friend debates and-”

“Y/N!” Jughead pleads, “Please stop. I just need time. We’re okay, I promise, but I think we both just need a little time. Just, just go home.”

He doesn’t look at you, hands once again clenching. Instead of making more of a fool of yourself, you turn on your heel and walk out of the door to Pop’s.

It’s chilly, but you expected as much. What you did not expect was the trio that had left earlier, standing there expectantly. 

“What are you-”

“Did you honestly believe we wouldn’t watch through the window, Y/N/N?” Veronica gives you a sad smile, and Archie opens up his arms and walks towards you with a matching expression. 

Warmth envelopes you, and before long you feel sobs wrack your body. Archie just holds you, and you swear you hear a sniffle or two from him as the two girls join in your comfort session.

You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.

Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Part II)

I knew I loved you then

But you’d never know

‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

You turned your back as the rowdy basketball varsity passed the hallway, with Zach at the middle, eyes following you silently. It has been a week since that night and Zach was actually amazed that you genuinely didn’t tell a soul about what happened, especially when he was so used to girls using his name to be the talk of the hour.

You kept it a secret, and Zach doesn’t know if he should be thankful or disappointed. Somehow, he wanted everyone to know but was really happy because he also wanted that moment to be untainted; he wanted it to remain just your moment.

A moment he can go back to when the weight of the world becomes too much.

Zach was surrounded by his teammates, noisy and boisterous, his perfect atmosphere to drown out his guilt but as he stared at you outside, sitting in your usual table with earphones plugged in your ears and a distant stare in your eyes, he knew he just found a perfect alternative.

Half of the cafeteria literally stopped on its track when his 6’2 figure suddenly stood up, accidentally pushing the metallic chair away as it screeched in protest. He took his backpack and marched towards the door, unbothered by the pair of eyes watching his every move as he continued his journey towards you.

Hands in his pocket and mind full of hope.

This scene was way too familiar and he hoped the ending would be a little different.

“Hey,” he said the moment he was close enough, as if you didn’t see him (who the hell would miss him); you just didn’t expect him to actually approach you. Zach watched as you studied him, once again, eyes so unsure.

Please let this be different.

“Got some space for me?” You dumbly looked at the blank seats around you before looking back at him.

Are you sure?, you wanted to ask, raising an eyebrow at Zach but you saw the silent pleading in his eyes and smiled.

“It’s a tight squeeze but sure, help yourself, big guy.”

Zach almost laughed.

Yeah, this was going to be a whole different story.

He’ll make very sure of it.

“I’m Zach, Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey.” He offered his hands to you and the two of you knew it was more than just an introduction. It was a key to a whole new door that will blast open the moment you two decide to say fuck you to the fates and decide to make one for your own.

You’ve always hated cliché’s anyway; pissing the fates off will be one way to be different.

“I’m (Y/N),” you gladly took his hand with a smile. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).



I know I needed you

But I never showed

But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old

That day in the canteen started turning into a tradition, it became a rule. No one was allowed to sit in that table but you and Zach. That was your place and the whole school knew it. They were confused how a nobody like you got Zach’s attention but they knew better than to question it. If they didn’t want to deal with Zach’s fist then they should learn to mind their own business.

“Hey stranger,” you greeted Zach as he slumped down at the metal table in front of you. “Well, aren’t you cheerful.”

Zach peeked at you from his arms and chuckled. “If you see coach looking for me, let’s agree my name is Carlos and I don’t speak English.”

“ You don’t pay me enough to lie for you, Z.” You shot back earning a glare.

“Why are you so mean to me?” he whined, placing his head on your lap, as you placed your dainty little hand that Zach grew to love over his eyes knowing how much it helped him relax even if you have to be the subject of ‘is it normal that your hands are this small’ Aw is my lil’ Zachy mad?”

“Hey! I am not little!”

“I am not talking about your height, darling.”

Zach’s mouth dropped open and he actually removed your hand and gave you another glare “Excuse you, young lady, but you can ask every girl who had the honour and they will tell you I’m everything but little.”

“I don’t have the time to ask half the girls of this school, Zac—Stop! Zach, stop!” You squealed when Zach decided to place you on his lap and tickle the life out of you to teach you a lesson.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” He said as he tried to make you stop moving around, holding your hips down.

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Oh please, you love me.”

“Debatable.”

“You –“

Your moment in your safe haven was stopped by someone clearing your throat. You saw a curly haired beauty in front of you with a kind smile on her face. Jessica. As if almost on cue, you saw Zach straighten up, his stone cold face made it look like he was ready for war. He was nervous and uncomfortable, on cue; your protective nature woke up from your slumber as you prepared for the worst.

“Hey (Y/N),” you were actually shocked when she knew your name. “Can Zach and I talk for a sec?”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Zach’s jaw line locked and you knew he was mad now.

“Trust me, Zach.” Jessica shot back, staring at him with cold dead eyes. “She needs to go.”

They seemed to have a silent disagreement as they stared at each other almost murderously.

“Hey (Y/N),” Zach’s eyes immediately softened when he looked at you. “Can you get us some food? I’m kinda hungry.”

You stared at Zach, a bit hurt but you knew this secret was theirs to keep, and if he wanted to let you know he’d tell you when you’re ready.

You nodded and gave him a comforting smile. “I’ll be back.” You quickly stepped out of his lap and gave Jessica a once over. You didn’t care who the fuck she was, he better not fuck with your Zach anymore than her little group has.

“Nice to meet you Jessica.”

“You can call me Jess, my friends call me Jess.”

“I know, Jessica.” Jessica’s eyes shot at you and she could almost see Hannah in you: the snarky smile and the witty comebacks were too familiar. It made her heart hurt a bit more than it already has.

She made sure you were inside the cafeteria before she looked at Zach who was also staring at you.

“Are you gonna tell her?”

“She doesn’t need to know.” Zach crushed whatever idea she had in her mind. Since that night he decided he will not let anyone destroy the one beautiful thing in his life.

“She’s your girlfriend, I think she would –“

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Zach shot at her but was immediately dissuaded by Jessica’s sceptical stare. “.. yet.”

“Zach, look,” Jessica was careful not to touch him when she walked near. “I can see it, hell the whole fucking town can.” Jessica waited for Zach to look her in the eyes. “You love her. And no matter what the fuck happened between us you are still my best friend Zach and I … I just want you to be happy again and I know she can do that.”

Zach smiled sadly, taking Jessica’s hands in his. “Thank you, Jess.”

“But if you plan to take this any further,” Jessica added, gripping Zach’s hand. “You need to tell her.”

“Are you sure?” Zach asked, knowing she was also part of the problem too.

“It’s your move to make.” Jessica whispered as she eyed you about to go out from the cafeteria with a few snack on your arms. “You deserve a peace of mind.” Jessica patted his hand with her free one. “At least one of us can be happy again.”

With that she gave him one last smile and walked away.

“Hey,” Zach watched as you cautiously sat next to him, his hands automatically pulling you close. “Are you okay?” You looked up at him.

Zach stared at you, making you a bit uncomfortable, making you feel bad for all the times you unconsciously studied him “Jess was just slapping some sense in me.”

You laughed. “Well, that makes the two of us.” Zach poked your waist making you flinch and giggle. “What’d she say?”

And just like that a switch turned on inside of Zach as he suddenly turned serious, his eyes only looking in yours. The world seemed to turn deaf in both your ears.

“About how I should probably ask you to become my girlfriend.”

You were dumbfounded and Zach was scared shitless. Zach almost closed his eyes but preferred to look into yours as different emotions passed in it. He probably ruined everything in that moment but if you didn’t agree to it then he was willing to beg on his knees for you to forget everything he just said.

“(Y/N)?” You were dragged back down to Earth by his nervous features; you decided to take him out of his misery and managed to place the smallest of kiss on his lips that he wasn’t even sure it happened.

“Take me out on a few dates and I’ll think about it.”


EEEEEEEEEY HERE’S PART 2 (there will be at least 2 more parts for this series)

anonymous asked:

Hey I know you have a bunch of requests so feel free to do this later on or something! But do you think you could write something where paps are taking pictures of you and you get kind of scared and Harry tries to stop it but he can't do he gets kinda mad and sad bc you shouldn't have to go through that? Thank you!:)

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It was like one of those old cartoons where people disguised themselves with a pair of glasses and a fake moustache. You felt rather ridiculous, you were just out for a quick coffee date, but Harry insisted that you wear not only sunglasses, but “Maybe a hat too?” he said hesitantly.

This was all normal to him – wearing non-descript clothing, hiding from the normal world when he needed to venture out. You’d gone out with him a few times as well, and it was beginning to become commonplace.

“Harry, it’s August,” you sighed, “I’ll stick out even more-so with a hat on my head.”

“You’re probably right,” he paused, “I just … Last time …”

Last time.

You walked over to him from your place at the desk in your room which doubled as a vanity, and put your hands on his shoulders. He moved his head to look down at you, eyes shut, and with a deep breath, opened them to meet your eyes.

“You know it’s okay, right?” you whispered, bringing your hand to his cheek.

He turned his head away from you, staring off into the corner, “S’my fault. Should’ve never ‘appened.”

It was a vivid memory, even 3 weeks later. Harry had hardly let you leave the house with him after that, let alone going out by yourself. It was enormously endearing that he was so protective, but you had things to do. A life to live. You couldn’t stay tucked up in his apartment like Rapunzel all day, until your prince came home to save you.

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