shrugs i just needed to distract myself for a little bit and

Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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Something about Fate

Dean decides to go to a new psychic in town - just for the hell of it, of course - with his roommate Castiel, and doesn’t get the reading he was expecting.

~5.2k

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“Hey, Cas, have you ever been to a psychic?”

Dean watched as Castiel looked up from his book with his eyebrows pinched together.

“No.” A pause. “Why do you ask?”

Dean shrugged.

“Garth texted me. Apparently there’s one in town that he went to yesterday and he’s obsessed. He said she really knows her stuff.”

Castiel raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the textbook he had sprawled across their kitchen counter, so he could eat and study at the same time - a sight that was not all that uncommon in their apartment.

“Psychics don’t exists, Dean,” he said, matter-of-factly, as he turned the page. “People who claim to be psychic are scammers hoping to draw in the desperate or the gullible. Garth is the latter, I’m afraid.”

“Hey, he’s not -”

“Remember when Gabriel told him that stop signs with a white rim around them were optional?”

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his roommate.

“Duh, Cas. I know that they aren’t legit. Everyone does. But at the very least they’re supposed to be super good at reading people and then you essentially pay them to tell you what their first impression of you is.”

A small smile crept its way across Castiel’s face.

“I could tell you that for free, you know.”

Dean flipped him off as he got up and pulled out an apple from the refrigerator, not even bothering to look back as he did so.

“Whatever. I think it could be kind of cool.”

“Then by all means…” Castiel wrote something down in a notepad and flipped to the next page. “I think you should do it. I have free time tomorrow if you’d like to find this psychic then.”

Dean tossed the apple between his hands.

“You’d come with me?”

“Of course. I would never miss the opportunity to witness someone predicting your death.”

Castiel laughed as Dean flipped him off again.

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The Void Inside Me (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.

Warnings: Smut; choking.

Word Count: 6860

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Clingy (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hello! love your blog! can i have a jughead x reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and she overheard him telling someone (maybe like archie or betty) that she’s clingy and so she distances herself from him? lol idk if that makes sense but if you could write it that would be amazing! thank you!!!!

A/N: I love this prompt so much. I had so many different storylines come to mind but hopefully you enjoy this one! Requests are Welcome!!

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– Clingy (Jughead x Reader) –

You were walking towards your locker when you saw them.

Jughead and Archie talking by Jug’s locker.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s wearing your favorite sweater of his. The soft green one that goes oh so well with his eyes.

Stop at your locker then go say hi to your boyfriend and his best friend. Routine. Like clockwork. Only today is when things change.

Opening your locker, you hear Jug say something sounding like your name. Thinking he saw you, you move your head a little to smile at him only to find him and Archie frowning at each other. That’s weird.

You pull out your English book and shut your locker, shrugging it off.

As you start to get closer, you hear him.

“I don’t know Arch. Is she clingy? Are all girls like that?” He sighs and digs around his locker for his science book.

Were you being clingy? Your heart starts to tighten in your chest. Was it making Jughead uncomfortable?

“Nah. You know (Y/N) is just a touchy person.” Archie offers him a smile. Neither of them saw you standing in the hall by the water fountain.

Archie says something quieter so you couldn’t hear but Jughead responds.

“I know. we spend every day together. We do everything together. Sometimes I feel like she’s always there. I can’t concentrate on anything half the time. She’s a huge distraction.” He shuts his locker and turns to Arch.

Archie nods and pats his back, saying something else but you already turned to leave.

Feeling hurt, you decide not to stop and say hi to them. It would be too clingy.

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The Friendly Wager (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,562

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, bad jokes, angst

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Tags are closed. Only two parts left after this! I’m really sorry for pushing out two updates but I’m running out of time and work is going to be tough, so…

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Judgey and English

Originally posted by alinok

A/N: Okay this one is reeeeally long but i got carried away and I didn’t want any part of the request to get missed out because I tried to squish it into less than 2000 words

Request:  could I maybe request an imagine where the reader is new and she moves to riverdale from England and she starts off as a waitress at pops and befriends Jughead because she’s all little and sassy and sarcastic. Then maybe she could become a river vixen and reggie and the football team all take an interest and juggy gets all jelly because he’s developed a subconscious crush on her 

Word Count: 3,249 (god.damn.)

Warnings: Bad pick up lines, some brief angst

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I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.


You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.


You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

Deals

Jughead x Reader

Summary: It’s a give and take world. You and Jughead are going to have to make some deals to get to know one another.

Word Count: 1666

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I felt the need to write about that serpent jacket. I couldn’t resist.

originally posted by dailycwriverdale


Your back was starting to ache from this angle and you couldn’t tell if your butt hurt or it was just numb. You’d been sitting in this tree sketching a robin’s nest for the past hour. You were severely regretting not taking a picture to sketch from. It was too late now. You were already up here.

You tapped the pencil against your lips. You looked back at the nest and decided you saw its likeness. In one motion, you lost your pencil and your balance stupidly trying to catch it. You watched it tumble through the air and hit an unexpected target. The pencil bounced off his hair and into the grass.

He bent down to examine what had just cause him a minor pain. You held back a laugh at his confusion, but instead focused on his jacket. South Side Serpents. How curious? You were going to let him wonder about where the pencil had come from, but you couldn’t resist a jest.

“So, were they fresh out of T Bird jackets at the Halloween shop?”

Jughead smirked as he came back up. He twiddled the pencil between his fingers and looked for his assailant.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” His eyes moved around.

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Manhattan.

Authors Note: Au where Harry is a Frat Boy. I don’t know where this is going. It was hard to write though.

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I was never the character to continuously go to parties, get drunk, or even go out every Friday night.

I regularly prefer to stay in on Friday nights, revising for the tests or doing the homework that I’m drowning in.

I perpetually overhear the stories that go around every Monday morning, after some sort of party that sparked everyone’s interests.

I continually hear the late night giggles and drunken stumbles in the hallways’ of my dorm. Every Saturday morning, around two, I hear the laughs of tipsy and intoxicated classmates’ that never seizes to disturbs me from my sleep or my studying.

I overhear the front door to the suit open, an indication one of my three suit mates are subsequently back from class, or shagging up with their boyfriends’ or their boyfriends’ friends.

To say the least, my suitemates are of some character, character that is different to my own. I always listen in on some of the scandalous stories that go on within the suit— they can be great friends’, but they don’t always make the best of decisions.

I narrow my eyes back to the book in my hand that is required to be read for English class, despite its terrible storyline and the fact it is borderline monotonous. For a moment, I am distracted when my suitemate enters the bedroom, a smile painted across her face. “What are you doing tonight?” She beams over to me, directing my attention away from the torturous book in my hand.

“I have a date with Bio, why?” I glance over at her, noticing how she is already rummaging through her clothes, perhaps trying to find something to wear for the evening.

“Come out with me, there is a party.”

“I need to do Bio, I’ll pass.” I shake my head, just as she flings a glittery black dress into my lap. I lift it off my lap and drop it to the bed.

“Bio will be there in the morning, get up. you need to have some fun.”

“I need good grades, actually.” I correct her, her posture straightening as she turns to glance at me.

“Get your ass up, put on a dress and heels, do something with your hair, and put the damn book down.” She narrows her eyes on the book still in my hand, “One night, that is it. I promise you won’t regret it.” She presses, determined to not allow me to pass on the opportunity to go out with her and probably get drunk and have guys hit on the two of us.

With a heavy sigh, I push myself off the bed, my fingers clasping the glittery dress, “Fine, but I want your psych notes, and I want those heels.” I gesture towards a pair of crimson red heels. She raises a brow, seeming surprised by my choice of colour.

“I said get dressed, not to look hot. I am surprised.” She gasps teasingly, my eyes rolling at her,

“I do know how to dress, surprisingly. Now, hand over the psych notes.” I smile, already beginning to undress and pull the dress over my body, adjusting it to fall perfectly.

“Damn, you brush up nicely without a book in your hand.” She chuckles, handing me her heels that I have requested for the night. I grin, giving her a shrug as I run my hands through my hair, debating whether I need to do anything to it.

I mutter under my breath my regret as I step into the rowdy house, parties are not really my thing—neither are Frat parties. I sigh, allowing my roommate to drag me into the house of swaying bodies and raucous noise, music echoing against the walls, laughter and chatter boisterously buzzing.

It takes me a while to settle into the atmosphere of overly enthusiastic and somewhat intoxicated figures, my hand already clasping a red solo cup with some sort of fruity drink poured into it. I hurried away from the vodka shots and settled on whatever it is that was poured into my cup. I assume it is a mix of fruits and vodka, but there is really no telling, the bartender seemed half intoxicated himself.

I glance over as a loud eruption of laughter takes my attention, a group of boys’ gathered around a pingpong table, shouting at each other, pushing and shoving as two of them go head to head in the battle of beer pong. I can’t help but chuckle at the pathetic attempt of the blonde in a pair of light dawn-tinted shorts and a white polo hung around his figure. There is no doubt in my mind that he is already at his limits end with alcohol, and his friends’ are just savouring his embarrassment with beer pong.

I wander closer to the table, considerately amused by the whole group; they appear to be having a lot more fun than the sweaty, dancing bodies in the other room, and they’re the only group of boys that aren’t trying to mount their dick onto anything that breathes and resembles the slightest bit of a female.

“Ah, we have a new spectator.” A guy gestures towards me, forcing all the attention to be focused on me, I shrug and take a sip of my beverage, “Guess you didn’t see the sign?” He comments,

“Which one?” I raise a brow, unsure of what he is referring to.

His mates grow quiet and his mouth begins to move, “This is not a game for chicks.” His sexist comment automatically causes me to roll my eyes.

Entitled, sexist fratboy— clearly a non-intelligent twat.

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Flashes (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, discrimination, tw: terrible family relations, shunning

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Lots of reader backstory here. Hopefully it’s not boring!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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Never Have I Ever - Part 3

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader
Summary: Being interviewed by the most famous talk show host was totally new for you, and like always Ellen did her reputation justice, making you reveal something to the audience especially Sebastian seems to like.
Warning: fluff, smut, fingering, PDA

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Rescue Me

Part One of Three

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Swearing, tension, attempted abduction, Bucky on a motorcycle. Eventual Smut.

A/N: I wrote this for my friend/soulmate/person, Nikki. I wasn’t going to post it, but she loved it so much and wanted me to share it! Part Two will be posted in a few days, and part three a few days after that! Tag lists are open!



You knew you should have stayed home today.

You looked up at the man who was pressed against you but it was too dark in the utility closet he had pulled you into.

He was looking out of the crack in the door at the thousands of people milling around the airport. The sliver of light bisected his face showing a black baseball cap, scruff along a hard-set jaw and black shirt.

Your back was against the wall and most of his hard body was pressed along yours. When you moved your head to try and see around him, your cheek brushed against his shoulder. You could feel the warmth radiating off him where his chest was mashed against yours.

You kept waiting on the panic to set in. A strange man had come out of nowhere and grabbed your arm. He told you to, “Play along,” as he hauled you along with him. Next thing you knew, he had opened a door and pushed you through it. Once you were inside, he had bent low and told you that he, “Wasn’t going to hurt to you, and will explain in a minute.” You had only caught a glimpse of him, but you were pretty sure you saw the light glint off a metal arm.

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Sharing is Caring

Word Count: 2104

Player: Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Feat. the Baby Leafs

Warning/s: mild language, hardcore fluff, requested by @memz-elizabeth-

Song: They Don’t Know About Us by One Direction

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She’s a golddigger. He’ll get rid of her soon.

I’ll give them another two months. 

Come on they’ll never last he has a new gf in a couple of weeks.

Aw puppy love. Too bad puppies grow up.

I heard she was seen hanging out with Nylander again. She’s cheating!


Those were a few of the comments that kept popping up on your insta. You didn’t even follow those blogs, but still, you couldn’t help but read the comments under the photos that Auston posted of you. Or Marns or anyone actually. Every time you were in a photo, even just in the background, the comments kept going into directions like this. 

There were countless blogs dedicated to your relationship with Auston. Not in a good way though. Instead, they were discussing how it was ridiculous of you to be serious with each other. Everyone seemed to an opinion, most of them sharing the opinion that you were too young to know what love is.

“You okay, babe?”, Auston questioned. 

He was currently sitting on the couch, trying to get better in CoD, since Marns was still mocking him for being bad. You looked over from the kitchen, a small smile spreading on your face. His hair was a mess. He had insisted on staying up later than usual because he wanted to finish the season you were currently watching. So now he looked like he was in desperate need of a nap, lying on the couch half asleep, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.

“I’m fine. Cheating on you with Willy as always. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”, you chuckled.

Both you and Auston used to get super upset over the comments. You tried to prove everyone wrong, but every time you were the best girlfriend in the world, the ‘fans’ found a new thing to hate. After a while, Auston made you promise not to try so hard anymore. You were perfect to him already and there was no point in being perfect for everyone else. So it had become a joke. Sometime’s when either of you found a really hilarious comment or mysterious headline, you would share it with each other.

“What? You got over your affair with McDavid that fast? That was literally just during the World Cup of Hockey!”

“But you know, I am not emotionally capable of a long-distance relationship. That’s why I dumped him to flirt with the next guy.”, you grinned, plopping down on the couch next to him. 

Auston snuggled into your side, still focused on the game, as you started running your hands through his hair.

Auston and you had known each other since you were kids. He asked you out early in High School and you had been dating ever since. You were madly in love with that guy, willing to sacrifice everything for him. You saved up to visit him in Zurich as often as you could and when he returned, you were there when he was drafted. Auston never asked you to do anything, not wanting to put pressure on you, although he couldn’t be happier that you did all of that. 

Because you were important to him. You kept him sane with hockey and media drama. It had always been like that. So you both worked on a plan and you managed to successfully relocate both of your lives to Toronto.

Sure, it wasn’t always easy especially since you were both still young but it was worth it. The comments were still frustrating you, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted Auston in your life. Forever. Not just for a couple of months. And Auston couldn’t even imagine letting you go or breaking up with you ever. It was a once in a lifetime relationship.

“It’s still gross that you cheated on me with Marns last month. I mean, you were seen in a hotel together! You’re getting sloppy in hiding your affairs.”, Auston muttered. But he wasn’t playing anymore. Instead, he had his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.

“Yeah! Right. But did you know that - and you won’t believe this - Steph’s parents were staying in the exact same hotel? I mean, what else could we have been doing there?”

“Well, definitely not waiting for you boyfriend to stop being questioned by Steph’s Dad. Or waiting for Steph who forgot her purse in her parent’s room.”, Auston chuckled. 

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, causing Auston to open his eyes and look at you.

“Your laugh is the best sound ever.”

“You say that every time. And you said the same thing about the new coffee machine!”, you laughed, stopping your motion in his hair Auston pouted, waiting for you to resume playing with his hair.

“But I don’t love the coffee machine.”

“That’s not what it sounded like when you convinced me we needed a new one.”

Auston grinned at you, before he tilted his head up, making a kissy face.

“But it’s great. Still, your laugh is better. Can I get a kiss?”, he smiled. 

His smile was adorable, and it made you fall in love with him again, every time. You leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips and when Auston was distracted, you snatched the remote from next to him and turned off the TV.

“Hey.”, he complained.

“Come on. It’s your day off. You promised to cook with me.”, you pouted. Auston leaned up to peck your lips, but he seemed to agree with you.

“I love you.”, he mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too, goofball.”


“You know, when you said we would cook together, I thought you would actually be helping.”, you grinned. 

You had just finished up the food and put it in the oven, but Auston didn’t do much to help you. Instead, he just kept his arms wrapped around you and his head on top of yours, making it hard for you to work.

“I’m good at grilling. Everything else is your specialty.”, he grinned, a yawn escaping his lips. 

You turned around to him and tried to look up, but he kept your head tugged under his chin. So, to be able to look at him, you hopped onto the counter behind you. Auston stood between your legs, tiredly smiling at you.

“You always get cuddly when you’re tired. You know that?”, you smiled back.

“You might have mentioned it before. Is that such a bad thing?”, he chuckled lightly.

“S'cute. I like it.”, you muttered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto his nose. Auston answered by pecking your lips.

“Why did I agree to have Marns and Willy over for dinner?”, he asked.

“Because you’re a good friend that was worried they would eat takeout again? Because you were actually awake when you said that?”, you joked.

“But I want you to myself. And the food.”

“Aww. Sharing is caring. But they shouldn’t stay too long. You need your sleep before the game tomorrow.” You added another kiss, this time to his forehead, but Auston had other plans. He leaned in for a kiss to your lips, lazily remaining there for a while.

“You guys are gross. Why do you always do this?”, another voice whined. 

Both you and Auston jumped, turning around to an obviously amused Nylander. William was standing in the doorway, Marns next to him holding his phone up.

“Remind me why we gave them a key?”, you laughed, turning back to Auston.

“Something about emergencies.”, Auston replied. He pecked your lips again, this time much shorter, but just as sweet.

“Guys.”, William complained.

“What’s for dinner?”, Marns asked immediately after.

“Come on, let’s feed them or they won’t shut up.”, Auston laughed, helping you down the counter.


“I can’t believe you filmed us.”, Auston groaned his head in your lap.

As it turned out, Marns had his phone up because he recorded your little scene in the kitchen. Every single moment ever since they entered. And they had been standing there for longer than Auston and you knew.

So now, the newest thing on Mitch’s insta account was a video of you and Auston, of course, both of you tagged underneath. You were already preparing yourself for the comments to come.

“It was cute. Gross but cute.”, Mitchell grinned. 

Willy nodded approvingly. He too was featured in the video. Every time either Auston or you had said something cheesy, the camera had been turned to William or Marns himself, showing their reaction. From eye rolls to fake swooning and even a fake gagging everything was featured, making the whole thing hilarious. And Mitch’s phone was blowing up with notifications.

“Remember when you had that privacy talk with Matt, Marns?”, you said, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Ask people before you post stuff. Blah blah. But you wouldn’t have allowed me to post it. So I didn’t ask. Plus: You guys are always so lovey-dovey but somehow no one ever found out beside us. I’m just giving them these important bits of information.”

“Like you said: Sharing is caring.”, William grinned, giving you a wink.

“I can’t believe you guys.”, you groaned, but you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Oh my goodness. Mitchell! What is going on? I thought you only posted it on Instagram?”, Auston questioned suddenly.

“I did. Only there, I swear.”

“Why, baby?”, you asked.

“My mom just texted me. She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and I can assure you my Mom is not on Instagram. It’s everywhere by now.”

Auston showed you the messages from both his Mom and Breyanna. You couldn’t help but laugh at it, but your face fell in shock when your own phone started going crazy causing Auston to laugh at you this time.

“Oops. I didn’t know it would blow up like this.”, Mitch shrugged. 

And although you didn’t want to, you automatically scrolled down to the comments.


Wow. Hate to say it but maybe they won’t break up.

I said it before you dumbfucks, they’re happy now get a life and stop hating on their relationship.

Did you know that they knew each other since first grade?

His Mom keeps posting photos of the two of them. They do look kinda cute.

He still deserves better.


Not all the comments were suddenly nice, but even the small amount of comments that were, made you smile. Of course, that got Auston’s attention. He snatched the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments you had read, looking positively surprised.

“Looks like a little more insight into our relationship changed some of their minds.”, he chuckled.

“Yeah, seems like it.”, you muttered, smiling at him.

“They have no idea about us. And they will be bored in a couple of months. Although I have a feeling the break will be short. Think about the number of theories and comments they will come up with when I finally get you to adopt a dog and marry me.”

You snorted, shaking your head slightly.

“You got your priorities straight, huh?”, you teased.

“It’s not news to me that I want to marry you some day. But I only found out that we’re allowed to have a dog in this Apartment yesterday.”, he joked.

“Fine. We’ll think about it for a couple of months and if we still think it’s a good idea we’ll get a dog. Deal?”

“Deal. And you’re gonna marry me then?”, Auston continued to joke.

“Goof, we talked about this. Your Mom might love us, but she will give you the lecture of your life if you don’t at least let me finish college first.”, you chuckled.

“Fine. Dog, college, Wedding. At least Mom loves you as much as I do.”

“I love you too.” Auston pulled you down to him, but before you could actually kiss each other you were interrupted.

“Guys. You’re doing it again.”, Marns reminded you.

You looked up to see that Marns had his phone back up.

“Marns!”, Auston and you yelled at the same time. Auston threw a pillow at Mitch, but he just threw it right back.

“Sharing is caring!”, he insisted, although the words were going under as the whole group started to laugh.

anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.


“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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caught in the middle (Thomas/Newt)

Originally posted by space-ing-out

Originally posted by sangsterseyes

so I recently watched the maze runner again and this idea came to me, plus look at how cute Dylan and Thomas are!

Warning: long af…  3,976 words to be exact. you’re welcome.

“breakfast time.” Frypan called to us.

I ran to the dining hut with Minho right on my tail. I was the only girl in the glade and one of the fastest people here. Alby immediately promoted me to a runner when he saw me running. I was even faster than Minho, that’s why he always liked to race me.

“ha better luck next time Min.” I chuckled punching his shoulder as we entered the hut.

“seriously how do you beat me every time?” Minho asked out of breath.

I chuckled again before taking my usual spot next to Newt.

“you know y/n you really should let him win every once in awhile, I’m tired of him complaining.” Newt said laughing and handing me a plate of food.

Minho and I were great friends but it was nothing compared to the relationship I had with Newt. He was the one that picked me up out of the box and made me feel welcome. He made it his personal duty to make sure that I wasn’t harassed or bothered by the other gladers. When Alby asked me about becoming a runner Newt made sure I knew what I was getting in to and assured me if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. If there was anyone in the glade I trusted with my life it was definitely Newt.

“oh come on Newt you know I can’t do that.” I said grabbing a fork and digging in.

Not many people were up at this time. Just the runners, Newt, Alby, and surprisingly always Thomas. He came over taking the other seat beside me.

“hey Tommy why are you up so early?” I asked turning my attention to him.

“couldn’t sleep.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

I put my hand on his giving it a comforting squeeze. I felt bad for Thomas, he just shows up in this weird place and then Ben tries to kill him. Unfortunately we had to send Ben out in the maze last night, and Thomas blamed himself.  I noticed Newt tense from beside me. I felt bad so I turned my attention back to Newt giving him a smile.

“you better finish eating love Minho might leave without you.” Newt said looking at Minho scarfing down his food.

I know what you’re thinking, “oh my god Newt just called you love” but that is just who Newt is as a person.

“please like Minho would last a minute without me in that maze.” I said taking a couple more bites.

Newt was about to respond when Alby came in to collect me and Minho.

“lets go.” Alby commanded.

“be careful.” Newt said handing me my runner bag.

I looked over at Thomas quickly, he had a very confused look on his face. I knew he wanted to become a runner, but Alby wouldn’t even give him a chance.

“always am Newt. see you later Tommy.” I said giving them a smile.

I followed Alby and Minho out to the maze. Little did I realize this would be the day that everything changed. I was never terrified of going in the maze. I knew my way around and the grievers didn’t come out in the day time that was until recently. We kept turning corners for what felt like hours. Minho, Alby, and I were looking for any sign that Ben had lasted a night in the maze, which no one ever has, and then out of nowhere a griever starts chasing us.

“RUN!” Alby shouted at me and Minho.

We all took off running, but Alby wasn’t quick enough. The griever caught him by the leg, stinging him.

“Minho wait!” I called.

I took my hatchet out of my bag throwing it at the griever. It scurried off giving me time to run over to Alby. He was groaning in pain. Minho quickly joined me at Alby’s side.

“you guys have to go, it’s getting dark.” Alby said clutching his chest.

“we’re not leaving you here.” I said grabbing Alby’s arm.

Minho backed up a couple steps.

“Minho what are you doing? Help me!” I screamed.

Minho grabbed my arm pulling me so Alby could not hear us.

“y/n we have to be cautious, he could turn at any moment.” Minho said stealing a glace at Alby.

“what so you just want to leave him!?”

“I didn’t say that y/n I said we need to be cautious.” Minho said annoyed.

I really wished Newt were here in a moment like this. I guess you could say I felt a sense of safety and security with Newt. I didn’t know what it meant, considering I can’t remember if i’d ever liked a boy before. I didn’t really even know what it meant to have feelings for another person now. All I knew was Newt made me feel safe and happy.

“than what are you trying to say?” I snapped equally as annoyed now.

Minho walked over to Alby, punching him in the face. I ran over trying to get him to stop, causing Minho’s hand to swing back and hit me in the nose. I could feel the blood trickle out of my nose. Minho punched him again knocking him out.

“what was that for you shuck head!” I screamed pounding my fist against Minho’s chest.

“trust me I just saved us, now help me or were next.” Minho said picking up Alby’s arm.

I grabbed the other and we started to make our way back to the glade. We had run farther than we originally planned thanks to the griever chasing us.

“come on go faster y/n, were never going to make it.” Minho growled.

It was difficult though to run while supporting another person.

“i’m trying.” I said a tear slipping out of my eye.

Like I said before, I was never terrified of going in the maze, that was until right now. I could feel my breathing become rapid. We were still a good mile away from the glade and the maze doors would close any minute now.

“no come on!” Minho growled starting to pull Alby farther ahead.

I was losing my grip on him and soon dropped him completely. I grabbed a hold of him again putting every single last bit of energy I had into overdrive. The dreadful sound of the maze doors closing was heard by Minho and myself.

“were close to the entrance!” I yelled but now it was Minho who fumbled with Alby.

Minho dropped him, dropping to his knees to catch his breath. I was pulling Alby by his arms when the other gladers came in to our view.

“come on!” Chuck yelled from the opening, but the doors were closing too quickly.

I lost my grip on Alby again, dropping him and falling on my butt. I looked back at the gladers my eyes instantly connecting with Newts.

“Newt.” I called a tear rolling down my face.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, but he didn’t move.

“Newt.” I said again, this time hurt evident in my voice.

But he didn’t move. The doors were almost completely shut, when Thomas pushed through running in the maze. He barely made it through when the doors slammed shut. Newt didn’t save me, maybe I needed to rethink who I trusted my life with.

“good job, you just killed yourself.” Minho breathed distracting me from my thoughts.

Thomas walked over to me offering me a hand up.

“nobody is dying tonight.” I said looking Thomas in the eyes.

He was trying to be brave but I could tell he was scared just like Minho and I were.

“news flash shuck no one has ever survived a night in the maze.” Minho said dropping his bag.

“we have to try.” Thomas said walking over to Alby.

I followed him grabbing on to Alby’s arm.

“if you shucks want to survive we have to go now, the maze is already changing.” Minho said looking at Alby.

“we’re not leaving him here."  Thomas said firmly looking at Minho.

"we can tie him up there.” I said pointing up at the vines.

Thomas shook his head and we started tying a vine around Alby’s waist. Thomas, Minho and I pulled hoisting him up the wall. The faint sounds of clicking and metal scraping could be heard. A griever was approaching.

“come on guys we have to go.” Minho said looking down the stretch.

“not yet, we almost got him.” I said pulling back harder.

It would’ve been easier if Alby weren't such a big guy. The clicking and scraping got even closer.

“guys I can't I’m sorry.” Minho said dropping the vine and sprinting off.

Alby started to fall but Thomas and I held on to the vine. Our hands burned as we finally tied it off. 

“Thomas.” I breathed looking at the shadow of the griever.

Thomas pulls me down and we hide in the vines. My backside is pressed up against him, making it very awkward. However, that was the least of our worries. I could feel my breathing get heavier as I saw the metal legs of the creature. Thomas wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I could feel him breathing down my neck causing me to shiver.

“I think it’s gone, stay here and i’ll check.” Thomas whispered in my ear.

“no, i’ll go. I know the maze better than you do.” I said sliding out slowly from under the vines.

I didn’t give him time to protest. He had already risked his life for me coming in the maze so now I needed to help him. I checked down both sides of the maze walls and thankfully the griever was gone.

“alright Tommy you can come out.” I said in my normal voice now.

Thomas crawled out trying to catch his breath. I was too focused on the pile of goo on the ground. I looked up seeing the griever right above Thomas. I tackled him to the ground, just as the griever jumped down.

“come on.” Thomas said getting up.

He grabbed my hand and we sprinted as fast as our legs would carry us. The griever was right on our trail the entire time.

“Thomas stop.” I screamed realizing where we ended up.

It was a little cliff that had a serious drop down. I turned around looking at the griever approaching. I grabbed Thomas arm, tears running down my face.

“we have to jump.” Thomas said pointing to a wall of vines at the other side of the cliff.

I was terrified.

“I can’t Thomas.” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.

“it’ll be okay we’ll do it together.” Thomas said tightening his grip on my hand.

I shook my head. We backed up a little before sprinting to the edge and jumping. Thomas had to let go of my hand to grab a vine. I tried to but my grip was slipping. I lost it completely sending me hurtling down to the ground. Before I could fall any further Thomas caught my arm. This boy had saved my life for the third time today.

“Thomas!” I called as the griever leapt from the cliff too. 

Thomas let go of the vine and we fell to the ground. He flipped us around in the air so he landed on his back and I fell on top of him. The grievers legs were tangled in the vine. Thomas and I took this as our chance to run. We sprinted around the corner before running directly into Minho.

“Minho!” I said throwing my arms around him.

We didn’t have much time for a reunion as the griever got itself untangled and had come for us. We all took off running to another part of the maze.

“we’re never gonna outrun them!" Minho shouted.

He was right. Thomas and I had been getting lucky so far tonight.

"I have an idea. This way!" Thomas screamed.

We followed him to a section of the maze that was closing off. Minho and I ran through but Thomas hesitated.

"Thomas come on!” I screamed worried for him.

I was about to run after him when I noticed what he was doing. The griever was barreling after him. At the last second Thomas hurtled himself out crushing the griever in between the walls. I ran over throwing my arms around the boy who had just saved my life for the fourth time today.

“look!” Minho said pointing at the sky.

The sun was starting to rise meaning morning was approaching. I can’t believe it. We had survived a night in the maze.

NEWT’S POV

The doors would be opening any minute now. I sat here all night, just listening, listening for a scream, a cry, anything. I needed to know if she made it. I should’ve run in after her, but I let my fear stop me from saving the girl I loved. She didn’t know I loved her, nobody but Alby knew. It wasn’t like I was allowed to be with her, it was my rule after all, a rule that I was now regretting. Chuck came back and waited with me. I didn’t have any hope for them walking out, but Chuck did and I wasn’t about to take that away from him. Even if the managed to make it out alive, she would probably never talk to me again. She wanted my help and I couldn’t do it.

“what are you shucks doing? They ain't coming back. Nobody survives a night in the maze, you know that Newt. ” Gally said standing there with that stupid look on his face.

“you don’t know that!” Chuck said standing up.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Gally was right. I had to accept the fact that she wasn’t walking out of that maze. Neither was Alby, which meant I had to now run the glade by myself. The doors creaked open, and just as I suspected they weren’t there.

“Chuck they’re gone.” I said my voice cracking with sadness.

I started to walk away when I heard Chuck yelling. I whipped around to see Minho and Thomas dragging Alby, and behind them was my beautiful y/n. She made it. I was going to do everything in my power to make it up to her, even if that meant admitting my true feelings for her.

READER POV

The sunlight was blinding as we took the last few steps out of the maze. Thomas, Minho and I collapsed while the gladers surrounded us. They were all asking questions but I didn’t really pay any attention. I was starting to feel extremely dizzy and nauseous. Winston came over picking up Alby and taking him to the hut.

“y/n?” A familiar british accent said.

It was Newt. He extended a hand looking down at me with sad eyes. I looked at him and then his hand before disregarding it and pushing myself off the ground. Newt sighed as I shoulder checked him walking past. I knew we would have to have a meeting about what happened last night. I walked in the med jack hut so I could get checked out. Thomas was in there talking to Chuck.

“hey y/n, Thomas was just telling me how brave you were out there! I don’t know if I could’ve done that.” Chuck beamed.

I glanced over at Thomas who was now red in the face.

“oh really?” I smirked sitting down beside the two boys.

“well you were.” Thomas said shrugging his shoulders.

“Chuck you should’ve seen how brave Tommy was. In fact, he saved my life four times!” I beamed smiling at Chucks excitement.

Chuck was about to respond when his name was called. He gave us a smile before running out of the hut. There was a comfortable silence that settled between me and Thomas.

“you know I never did thank you for saving my life four times.” I chuckled looking in his eyes.

“you don’t have to thank me.” Thomas said grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“but you didn’t have to run in after us. so why did you?” I asked turning my body towards him.

Thomas was quiet for a few seconds like he was pondering my question.

“I guess I heard you calling out for Newt, and I had to do something. I couldn’t let you die.” Thomas said his face getting red again.

I smiled slowly leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“well aren’t you just the sweetest.” I smirked as his face got redder.

He let out a nervous laugh as it turned silent again. Thomas and I were still holding hands as we waited for Winston and Clint. I could feel my face heat up as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

“ah screw it.” Thomas said dropping my hand.

He put both hands on my face pulling my lips to meet his. I can’t remember if i’d ever kissed a boy before, but i’m pretty sure it didn’t compare to this. I kissed back trying to keep up with Thomas’s passion and hunger. We stopped when we heard someone clear their throat. We turned around to see Chuck shielding his eyes.

“uh Newt wants to see you guys.” Chuck said laughing.

I hopped off the bed and walked out followed by Thomas and Chuck. I was trying to control my heartbeat from kissing Thomas. It was passionate yet gentle at the same time. I didn’t know what it meant, but I think I liked it. Newt stood there with Minho and Gally. I rolled my eyes. Of course Gally would have something to say. Gally gave an annoyed look when he saw Chuck walk in with us.

“that’ll be all slop boy. This meeting is for people who matter around the glade.” Gally said glaring at Chuck.

Chuck sadly walked out.

“let’s get on with this.” I said rolling my eyes.

The last place I wanted to be was in a room with Gally and Newt. I’ve always hated Gally, Newt I recently hated. Okay I didn’t hate Newt but I just couldn’t believe that he didn’t fight for me. He always did before, like if a glader was bothering me, Newt would throw him in the pit for the night. I guess it was a lot asking him to run in to the maze for me, but then why did Thomas?

“How?” Newt asked referring to how Thomas killed the griever.

I stayed silent while Minho and Thomas told the story. Minho even suggested that Thomas become a runner, which I was all for. It wasn’t until Gally spoke that I got heated.

“we don’t know the percussions of his actions Newt. I think he should get punished for breaking the rules.” Gally said crossing his arms over his chest.

“punished? His actions? Gally his actions saved not only my life but Minho and Alby’s too! What the hell are you doing Gally? Oh wait I know NOTHING! You want to be in charge, well guess what you’re not, you’re just an asshole who thinks he is.” I growled standing up and getting in his face.

“don’t talk to me like that.” Gally growled back.

“you know what I am sick and tired of you!” I screamed.

I punched Gally in the face.

“that’s for being mean to Chuck.”

I punched him in the face again.

“that’s for Thomas.”

I took my knee and kneed him in the balls.

“and that’s for me!”

I huffed and walked out as Gally fell to the ground groaning in pain. I walked to the pit knowing i’d have to spend the night there for attacking another glader, but damn was it worth it! Newt walked over with the keys to the pit.

“you certainly did a numba on him.” Newt said going to unlock the lock.

I didn’t respond instead just glared at him. He started to unlock it but stopped.

“come on.” Newt said grabbing my arm.

“Newt what are you doing?” I growled trying to pry my arm out of his grasp.

Newt took me in his hut, closing the door and blocking it with his body.

“what the hell Newt, let me out!” I said trying to push past him.

He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but he only wrapped his arms around me tighter. I gave in and wrapped my arms around him too. That was when I felt something wet hit my skin and I realized that Newt was crying.

“Newt what’s wrong?” I asked pulling away so I could look at him.

I had never seen Newt cry before.

“I’m so bloody stupid!” He said sitting down on his bed and putting his head in his hands.

“Newt what are you talking about?” I asked sitting down next to him.

It reminded me of what happened earlier in the med jack hut with Thomas.

“I should’ve went after you, you were relying on me and I was too much of a bloody chicken to help. Now you hate me and I probably lost you to Tommy.” He said bringing his head up to look at me.

“Newt, I don’t hate you and you’re not going to lose me Newt. I can’t really expect you to just risk your life to save mine. The gladers need you here. I was just being selfish.” I said looking down ashamed of how I was acting.

“that’s the thing that scares me most. I would give up my life to save yours y/n.” Newt admitted looking back down at his hands.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Why would Newt say that?

“Newt I don’t understand.” I said trying to read something from his facial expression.

Newt stood up and started pacing the room, like he wanted to tell me something but he was unsure if he should.

“Newt what is it?” I asked standing up now too.

“ah screw it.” Newt said.

In one quick stride Newt was in front of me and putting his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. He rested his hands on my hips kissing me with all he had in him.

“don’t you understand I bloody love you y/n!” Newt said pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.

I was shocked. Newt loved me. Did I love him? Did I like Thomas?

“uh y/n?” I heard a voice say from his doorway.

I turned around to Thomas standing there. I was wondering if he saw me kissing Newt but the hurt in his eyes was a dead giveaway that he had.

“I guess what happened in the med jack hut didn’t mean anything.” Thomas said disappointed.

I wanted to protest that it did but Newt’s voice cut me off.

“what happened in the med jack hut?” Newt asked squaring his shoulders to Thomas.

“you’re not the only one she’s kissed today.” Thomas said getting in Newts face.

I knew if I didn’t intervene this would get ugly fast.

“stop both of you. I don’t know what this means okay? and you both kissed me, I kissed back because I just I don’t know how I feel.” I said feeling a tear slip past my eye.

I pushed past Thomas running out of Newt’s hut. I ignored there calls after me and went to my hammock. I climbed in looking at the sky above. A million thoughts were swirling around in my head. Did I love Newt? Did I love Thomas? I couldn’t decide. I was simply just caught in the middle.

Originally posted by karolinaichuj

Beautiful (Snowbaz AU)

A/N: featuring selectively mute!Simon and soft!Baz

- - Simon - -

I don’t think I’ve ever been in the library before, but I have no idea where Penny is and this is my last reasonable idea (the next one being that she’s gone for a swim in the lake, but seeing as it’s about 10 degrees out, this is my last hope).

I walk in and start to call for her before being angrily shushed by a grouchy looking lady behind the desk. “Oops,” I whisper – well, try to whisper, which Penny says is basically a normal talking voice for anyone else when I’m in ‘loud mode’ as she calls it– “sorry, but have you seen my friend Penny?” The lady just glares at me and puts her finger against her lip, so I shrug and decide to just wander the shelves and try and find her myself. Too loud, I mentally rebuke myself. I’m always either too loud or too quiet. The only time I’m okay is when I’m with Penny. She’s good at letting me know. ‘Too loud, Simon,’ she’ll say, or ‘I can’t hear you, love, a little louder?’ I’m also not as anxious around her, so my tongue doesn’t freeze up and feel like lead, not anymore at least. I don’t choke over my words with her.  I shove my fingers into my jean pockets, desperately trying to regain feeling in them and wander deeper into the library. It smells old, but not bad. Like maybe a bunch of posh ancient  vampires lived here. The shelves tower overhead and I could probably get lost if I’m not careful. I’d need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to ever find my way back to the grouchy lady and the front door, but Penny will help me once I find her.

I keep wandering and weaving, peering around shelves and quietly whisper-screaming Penny’s name. I am hushed countless times by people sprawled on overstuffed chairs with thick books and annoyed frowns. After about thirty minutes I’ve given up; even if Penny is somewhere in this maze I’ll never find her. Plus, all the books are distracting (I’ve never been much of a reader, but the pictures on the covers are fun to look at).

Then another thing – well, person – catches my eye. He could be a posh library vampire if he were paler. He has long, dark hair pulled up in a messy bun like it was done up in a rush. Large hipster glasses are sliding off of his narrow nose- which is currently buried in a book. The shadows from the soft yellow lights in the ceiling fall against his face, accenting his sharp cheekbones and firm jawline. I stare open-mouthed at this boy, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t just a figment of my imagination.

The boy sighs and shifts and I quickly push myself back behind the shelves, knocking over a couple of books as I move. Shit, shit, shit, he probably heard that. I wait for a little while, listening for movement, but don’t hear anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. I slowly move forward again, peering around the shelf. He’s still there, still reading. I drink in the sight of this absolutely beautiful boy. He coughs, startling me and I start to move back again- tripping over my shoelaces as I go. I fall to the floor with a loud bang, and land on my back. I turn my head and stare through the books, but the chairs on the other side are empty. The boy is gone. I sigh and turn my head back up to stare at the ceiling. Only-there’s a person in my way. Startling grey eyes meet mine and I swallow back a gulp. Wisps of his hair fall against his cheeks. He’s even more beautiful up close.

“Mind telling me why you were watching me?” His voice is deep, deeper than mine. And smooth. A light lilt following his words. I open my mouth to reply, and then shut it again and close my eyes. My verbal communication skills are shitty at best, and in front of a beautiful boy they’re bound to be horrible. I don’t want to ruin the moment (if this even is a moment).

A light thud to my left causes me to open them again and look over. His nose brushes mine from where he’s lying on the ground next to me and he smirks. “You’re staring again,” he whispers. I feel his breath against my face and smile a bit at him, blushing. He grins back and turns his head towards the ceiling. I stare a while longer before looking up as well. The ceiling is quite beautiful, with arches made of dark wood forming large frames for beautiful murals and paintings. We’re lying under a night sky, painted white stars shining down on us. He tilts his head towards me and points a long elegant finger up. “See those brighter stars? In the top corner?” he whispers, tracing them with his finger in the air. I nod. “That constellation is called Cassiopeia, named after a boastful Ethiopian queen in Greek mythology.”

I slowly turn my head away from the stars on the ceiling and back to him. To his bright eyes and small smile as he passionately explains the stories in the stars. He points out a couple of others before meeting my eyes again and pausing.

“I’m Baz.”

“Simon.” I whisper.

I watch him mouth my name, curving his lips around each letter as if treasuring and memorizing each one. Simon. “Well, Simon.” His voice is breathy and light, “what do you see in the stars?”

I look back up, glancing over at him continuously. He nods encouragingly. Hesitantly opening my mouth I wish to everything that words could tumble out but they catch in my throat. I press my lips together and close my eyes, trying to control my shaking hands. I almost wish that I had continued therapy, that it had worked so I could fucking talk to this beautiful boy. That my continuous panic attacks during behaviour therapy hadn’t finally made me give up. Deciding to instead learn sign language with Penny alongside me for rough situations anxiety-wise, where my words choked me and my mouth betrayed me.

“Hey, hey” he whispers, noticing my obvious distress. He reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’re okay, Simon” oh how he says my name. It rolls off his tongue easy and light. “You’re okay,” he repeats, “Do you wanna know what I see in the stars?” I clench my eyes together and nod trying to focus on my breathing. The last thing I want right now is a panic attack. Why couldn’t I have this? Just this. This beautiful boy with his smile and his whispers about the stars.

“Okay,” he continues and points again with his left hand, his other hand staying over mine. “Well if you connect those stars it looks kind of like a dog. I mean not really, but it’s called the Canis Major. Which basically means big dog. I suppose if you use your imagination you can see it. That’s what I love about constellations. You have to use your imagination, otherwise they’re just weird connect-the-dots that don’t look like anything at all.” He looks back at me and I squeeze his hand and smile at him, blinking slowly, trying to savor this wonderful moment. How did I end up on the floor staring at a painted sky with a beautiful boy who doesn’t care that I could barely get my name out. A beautiful boy who lights up when he’s talking about stars and who doesn’t seem to want to let go of my hand.

“Simon,” His breath caresses my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Would you like to go get coffee with me?”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my voice cracking slightly from unuse.

“Okay,” he says, “but first you have to answer one question.”

I nod eagerly.

He leans in, nose brushing mine. “Why were you watching me?”

I stare at his lips, not ready to look into his sharp grey eyes. “I- “ I pause, lick my lips, raise my eyes to his.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out.

He leans in closer, and his lips brush mine as he whispers back.

“You’re pretty cute too.”

No Regrets (Part 8)

Hey… I’ve kept you waiting - I know! - but I really needed to read this over a couple of times and I’m finally happy with it so here you go!

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved how much feedback I received from you lot! Nothing motivates me more than to hear your thoughts on my writing - keep it coming!

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You were done feeling sorry for yourself. Your plan to live a life of ‘No Regrets’ has clearly backfired and you found yourself in a bigger mess than you were before. You were still single and more frustrated than ever. And you’ve managed to create an uneasy atmosphere at work. Tick, tick, tick, all checked off a list of How to be a Loser.

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Drunken Confessions

Requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Can you do 22 and 80 with a Gaston x reader pretty please?" 

 22. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." 

 80. "How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?" 

 Plot: Y/N goes to the tavern to get her mind off of things, and accidentally has one too many drinks and confessed her feelings of Gaston to Le Fou. 

Warnings: Alcohol and swearing. 

This week has been absolute hell. First, my favorite dress got stuck on a bush while I was walking through the forest and ripped, I burnt my hand whilst putting another log in the fireplace, and to top it all off, my boyfriend James cheated on me with my ‘friend’. So understandably, I needed a drink to forget the week’s events. As I head into the tavern, I notice that there’s not as many people as usual. Even better, so less people will see me drunk. I walk over to the counter and sit down on a stool. 

"Rough week for you?” The bartender asks me. 

“You have no idea.” I say with a sigh. “Give me your strongest drink.” I say as I hand him some money. He hands me a glass of whiskey. I down the golden liquid, enjoying its bitter taste sliding down my throat. As I ask for another, someone sits in the stool next to me. 

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