sigh i really worry if you actually understood what the guy actually said

Midnight Talks Pt. Two || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

(not my gif)

Word Count: 938 Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: I tried my best (that’s a lie, i didn’t even grammar check it), I hope you all enjoy

Part One

“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.

“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?

As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.  

Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.  

What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think  they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.

It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.

He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.

You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.  

“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding.  I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.

“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”

“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re  the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”

“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.

“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.

You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”

“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”

Part Three

Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)

You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it : 

Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that. 

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-I just don’t understand sir. 

Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father. 

-Uh ? 

-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes. 

-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?

-Miss (Y/N). 

-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!

The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.

-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ? 

Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice. 

He was the Batman. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.

It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything.  And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before. 

Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was. 

With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :

-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ? 

-Well, I have just one question sir. 

-Go ahead Al’. 

-Do you love her ? 

-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that. 

-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two. 

Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you. 

-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away. 

The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says : 

-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ? 

-Uh ? 

-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ? 

Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers : 

-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact. 

Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ? 

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.1

                                              Part O N E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: ah, the first part of my very first series!! I hope you all enjoy and please do reblog a ton so more people can enjoy it! Thank you all for the support and I truly hope you enjoy xx OH also!! depending on how many notes this first part gets, ill resume this series steadily

Parts: onetwo, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                              I M A G I N E 

LONDON, 13:05 P.M.

“Are you sure this is really okay, Ashton?” You mumbled, uncertainty playing at your voice as you tightly held the latch of your luggage. Your cousin, Ashton Irwin, looked back at you, giving you a smirk before he kept looking forward. 

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Originally posted by beaniesxponytails

Reader x Cole Sprouse, Reader x Daddy!Jared

Warnings: None (i think)

Notes: Hey guys, another cast crossover for you! I recently watched Riverdale and my crush on Cole came back in full force, yeah, he was my first crush ever when i was only 8 years old. So i decided to write this, i hope you like it!

Summary: The reader is feeling a bit sad from having her boyfriend and her dad away.

‘Hey bae, I won’t be able to go to your house this weekend. It’s Camila’s birthday….’

You read your boyfriend’s message with a sigh. You wouldn’t be able to see each other. Again. You were so tired of all of this, you missed him, you missed your dad, you missed your friends and you had to be alone just because of their stupid career. Okay, maybe you were overreacting, but you were angry! It Was hard to live surrounded by actors and famous people, when you just wanted to be a photographer with a normal life. 

 "(Y/N)! The pizza is here!“ You heard your mom screaming from the kitchen in the first floor of the house and you rolled your eyes. 

 "Coming!” You shouted back, leaving your phone behind, you really weren’t in the mood to talk to Cole right now. You got out of the stairs seeing your little brothers running around with dinosaurs toys in their hands. 

 "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Come play with us!“ Tom, the middle child, cried stopping in front of you and you bend down to be on his level. 

 "Maybe later okay? I will help mommy with the table.” You said and he slowly nodded. “Now give me a kiss.” You demanded and he denied making you push him and place a wet kiss on his cheek. 

 "Eww, gross.“ Tom said running the back of his hand over the place you’d kissed before running back to Shep to continue the game. Kids. 

 "Hey darling, when is Cole arriving?” Your mom, who was worth mentioning was Genevieve Padalecki, said when you entered the kitchen, stopping doing what she was doing to listen to your answer. 

 "He is not coming mom.“ You said twisting your lip, putting two colorful plates to your brothers in front of the places they usually sat. 

 "What! Why?” She asked surprised and you just shrugged. This situation was starting to get usual, unfortunately. “Oh (Y/N)… God knows how much I know what you’re going through.” Your mom said and you knew exactly what she was talking about. 

 Genevieve Padalecki was married to your father, Jared Padalecki, the great Sam Winchester from Supernatural. They had you accidentally in the beginning of their relationship and when you were 14, Tom was born and a year after this, they had Shep. When it was just you, both of them could work out having a child and continuing their career as actors, but after your brothers, things started to get harder; so hard that your mother had to stop working in order to take care of you. Supernatural was shot in Vancouver so your father had to travel a lot, and for you, it seemed like he was never home. Jared stood his family up numerous times because of a convention, last minute interviews or something unexpected in the set. You understood and you knew it wasn’t his fault but…. It didn’t make it less painful. 

 You started to date Cole Sprouse, the famous twin from Suit Life of Zack and Cody, a relatively old Disney series. You two met when you went to New York to do a photograph course. You recognized him from the television and he recognized your last name, but this never interfered in your relationship or in the way you saw each other. And although your relationship with him was everything you ever dreamed of, he was an actor too and at this moment he was working on a new series, Riverdale. Surprisingly, Cole’s series were filmed in Vancouver too, the same place Supernatural was. He and you father  could see each other more often than you could see them both. Wonderful. It fucking hurt. You were tired of the people you loved living away, you were tired of the people you loved standing you up, so fucking tired. 

 "I… I don’t really want to talk about it now.“ You said softly to your mom and she gave you a sympathetic look, kissing your temple. 

 "Whenever you’re ready honey… do you want to eat in your room?” Genevieve asked and you nodded. She put a slice of pizza in a plate and gave it to you, who quietly took it with a 'thank you’. She really was the best mom in the world.  

Entering your room you saw your phone lighting up in your bed with messages of Cole. 

 'I would ask you to come, but you said you were so busy with your college things.' 

 The first message after you ignored his text about not being able to see you this weekend. Yes, he may be 24 years old, but you were only 19 and still in photography college. 

 'Hey don’t be mad at me.’

 'Please bae??’

 'Answer meeeeeee' 

 ’(Y/N), talk to me, please, I’m starting to get worried. I thought you would understand, she is one of my best friends.' 

 You and Camila, the one who played Veronica in Riverdale, actually were really good friends, but she was a really good friend of Cole too, and she was a sweetheart but… 

 You were interrupted by your thoughts when your phone rang in your hands, scaring you a little. The name Cole was shinning in the screen. 

 "Hey" You answered with a sigh, you were still mad, but he didn’t deserve to be ignored. 

 "Hey babe.“ Cole started. "Is everything okay? You ignored my texts.” He stated in a worried voice.

 "Hm… Yeah.“ You lied.  "I was having dinner, sorry." 


 ”(Y/N) I know when you’re lying to me.“ He said firmly. Cole, just like his twin brother, Dylan, was a clown 24 hours a day, he was the most funny guy in the world and there were only two things that got him in a serious mode. Photography and you. 

 "I’m…” You said trying to keep up with your lie that everything was okay but you knew that he wouldn’t believe you. “I’m not okay." 

 "You want to tell me why?” He said sounding calm, but the truth was he was preoccupied with you. 

 "I miss you, I miss dad….“ You admitted falling on your back in you bed. "It has been a while since we saw each other and now you’re not coming anymore." 

 "I miss you too princess.” Cole said. “But… We will be together soon. I promise." 

 "Hmm…” You said not really buying it, always the same empty promises, you were used to it. “I have to go, still got some pictures to print for my essay.”

 "Dark times.“ He said referring to when he was still in college making you laugh a little. "Good luck. I love you”

 "Thanks.“ You said with a tired sigh. "I love you too.” And with that, you hung off the phone and started to eat and do your job.

 At the end of the night, you were so tired that you didn’t even had time to think about how much you missed the men in your life before you fell asleep.

 Lucky you. 


 What the fuck. 

 This was your first thought when you woke up with a big heavy something jumping on top of you. 

 "Dad!“ You cried when you realized who it was messing with you, he started to tickle you. "Dad stop!” You cried again laughing and trying to push him. You started a little war when he finally stopped because you both were laughing so much. You may be 19 years old, but you sure acted like a child sometimes.

 "Okay, okay, I give up!“ Jared said laughing, laying down again in your bed when sat and looked at him.

 "Why didn’t you tell me you were going to come?” You said with a smile and he smiled too, pulling you to his chest. 

 "It was a surprise!“ He said caressing your back with his hand. "I was actually going to arrive later but a little bird told me that… You’re a little sad.” He carefully said, afraid that you would immediately shut him down, but you sighed. “You want to tell me what’s bothering you?" 

 "It’s just the distance… You and Cole filming away, I don’t know what happened but it got me a bit down these days.” You admitted to your dad, you always had a really open relationship with your parents. 

 "I’m sorry sweetheart.“ Jared said feeling guilt wash all over his body. 

 "It isn’t your fault dad” You said with a sad smile looking up at him but before you could say anything else, your bedroom door opened and Tom and Shep entered running and jumped in your bed. 

 "Heey buddies.“ Jared said laughing trying to hold them so they wouldn’t fall. 

"Tom!” You said laughing too when he stepped on your belo. 

 "Mommy said lunch was ready!“ Shep said after you all calmed down a little. 

"Wait, lunch?” You asked confused. 

 "What time do you think it is, young lady?“ Your father said getting up from your bed with Shep on his shoulders, making the little one laugh. 

"It’s almost one in the afternoon, c'mon.” You got up with Tom on your back because he insisted to, otherwise you wouldn’t have carried him, he was starting to get too big, grabbed your phone and followed your dad. 

 "Hey you all, morning sleeping beauty.“ Genevieve said kissing you cheek, when you all got to the table in the yard that you usually had lunch. She gave Jared a chaste kiss and like it was tradition, you and your brothers made sick noises, making your parents roll their eyes.

 "Something wrong in there?” Gen asked when she saw you looking with a strange face to your phone, there were a few missed calls from Cole. 

 "Uhm, it’s Cole, excuse me.“ You said getting out of the table going inside of the house to call him. It ringed a few times before he answered. 

 ”(Y/N), finally!“ He said like he was relieved.

 "Hey, I just woke up.” You explained. “My dad got here this morning! I wasn’t expecting him at all and….” Suddenly something clicked in your head making you frown. 

“Wait… Did you know?”

 "Yep.“ Cole answered laughing, of course he knew. "Feeling better now?” He asked referring to the way you were yesterday and you rolled your eyes trying to hide a little smile. 

 "Yeah I’m feeling better.“ You said. "Still missing you though.” You said hearing the doorbell of your house. 

 "It must be uncle Jensen (Y/N)! Can you open it?“ Jared shouted from the yard and you nodded. 

 "Me too, the people around here miss you, you know?” Cole said and you smiled thinking about their co-workers, they were a family even with just one season in their backs, it was beautiful. 

 "Give me a minute.“ You said to Cole in the phone and went to the door, opened it expecting to see Jensen, Danneel, JJ and the twins, their children, but instead it was… 

 "Cole!” You cried when you finally realized who was in front of you. You jumped in his arms still not really believing it, and he dropped his bag on the floor, wrapping his arms strongly around you and letting a relieved sigh escape from his lips. 

“I missed you. So fucking much.” He said in your ear still hugging you.

 "Oh my god… You’re really here.“ You said smiling touching his face and he laughed nodding. 

 "I am full of surprises.” He said with a smart smile making fun pushing your neck with his hand to kiss you, but you were interrupted when someone cleared it throat behind you.

 "Hey there love birds.“ Jared said with a small smile leaning in the door looking at you two. 

 "Hey Jared.” Cole said with a smile and you took one second to realize. Your dad wasn’t surprised to see Cole in his door when it was supposed to be Jensen, his best friend, that only could mean that…. 

 "You two planned this!“ You said surprised and they looked at each other and laughed like they were saying 'mission accomplished’. 

 "It took you long enough, (Y/N)” Jared said opening space for you and Cole to enter the house. 

 "Shut up dad.“ You said rolling your eyes feeling Cole’s arm in your shoulder. 

"We will go upstairs to put Cole’s luggage in my room." 

 "In the guest room.” Your dad corrected. 

 "Yeah sure.“ You answered ironically, your father wasn’t exactly the jealous type or the overprotective type. Sometimes he tried to be, but he would give up minutes after. Because you always had an open relationship with him and Gen, they trusted you 100% and they understood what it was like to be your age. Your uncle Jensen was more overprotective with you than your own father. 

 You closed your bedroom door behind you and smiled at your boyfriend who dropped his bag beside your bed.

 "I still can’t believe you’re here.” You said and Cole smiled pressing your body against the wall with his own, he put his hands in both sides of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

 "I love you.“ He said giving you a chaste kiss. "So…” He continued starting to kiss your jaw making you shiver. “Fucking.” Another kiss. “Much.” He finished sucking at your pulse and you let a soft moan escape from your mouth. 

 "Wait.“ You said and he stopped kissing your neck to look into your eyes, you took advantage of the moment to put your hand on his brunette hair. "What about Cam’s birthday? You…" 

 "It just next week, I needed a excuse to let you think that I wasn’t coming.” He explained with a smart smile and you rolled your eyes not being able to hide the small smile on your lips. 

 "I hate you, you know that?“ You said messing with him because he left you suffering thinking you wouldn’t see him for another couple of weeks. 

 "Hm, no, you don’t.” He said finally kissing you in the lips, deepening the kiss and firmly evolving your waist with his arms.

 "(Y/N)! Cole! Lunch!“ You heard your father yelling from the yard making you and Cole laugh at interruption. 

 "We’ll continue this later, bae.” He said giving you one last chaste kiss and holding your hand, you got down the stairs. 

 "Hey Gen.“ Cole said hugging your mom, all of your family loved Cole, he was just as funny as Jared and a gentleman with everyone. Even with some wrong habits of him, like smoking, they were all supportive of your relationship.

 "Cole!” Tom and Shep screamed when they saw the brunette, running and jumping in his lap. 

 "Hey buddies, I missed you guys.“ Cole said and he started talking and messing with them. 

 "Liked the surprise?” Your father asked putting his hands on your shoulders and you put yours in his. “It was my idea”

 "I loved it.“ You said honestly looking at the scene. "I… Was needing this.”

 "I know.“ Jared simply said, one day he was talking to his wife and Gen mentioned that you were stressed with college, and she noticed that you were feeling a little bit sad. Jared immediately knew what to do. After all, you were a daddy’s girl. Even though he was in the middle of filming of the next season of Supernatural, family was his priority. Always. He was afraid that some of his kids would develop depression, it was a hereditary disease and he would never forgive himself it that happened, he didn’t want any of the three to feel what he felt one day, so he would do anything in his power to avoid this. 

 "Okay, let’s eat.” Your mother said. You were telling the truth when you said you were needing that, your family reunited and Cole by your side. You were together for six months now but it felt like it was a lot more, in the second you saw him in that class of photography in New York, you knew he was the one, as cliche as it seemed. Your whole life was a little bit cliche, after all. 

 The lunch took all the afternoon, with lots of jokes, stories, laughs and teases, apparently your parents thought it was funny to make sick noises when you and Cole kissed, because you and your brothers did it all the time with them.

 "Finally alone.“ Cole said falling on your bed, putting his tongue out like he was tired and you smiled laying next to him. Your parents and your brothers went to Jensen’s to say hi and you and Cole decided to come back to your room.

 "So you planned all of this with my dad?” You asked staring at his freckles.

 "Yeah, he called me and asked if we could go out some day and I started to freak out because nothing good could come out of a serious talk with my girl’s dad.“ He explained making you laugh. "But I went and he said he wanted to do something special for you and here we are.”

 "Come on! My dad is a teddy bear, why would you ever be afraid of someone like him?“ You cried and Cole drew an ironic sigh.

 "Yeah, a teddy bear that is twice my size and kills people on TV.” Cole said. “And I’m tall!” He exclaimed and you laughed more. “Oh do you think that’s funny hun? I will show you what’s funny.” He said climbing on top of you starting to tickle you and breathe on your neck, he knew that your neck was your soft spot. 

 "Cole stop!“ You said almost without air from laughing. 

 "Say 'Cole is the best badass boyfriend in the whole world’ and I will stop”

 "Co-Cole is the best girly boyfriend in the world.“ You said messing with him and he tickled you harder.

 "You’re gonna pay for this, (Y/N) Padalecki.” He warned, after some seconds he finally stopped but didn’t change his position. “God I missed this.” He breathed out looking at you with heart eyes.

 "Just kiss me already.“ You said and he rolled his eyes. 

 "Miss 'I know how to break the vibe’” Cole said joking and you pulled him by the neck and pressed your lips to his. 

 "Yep, this is better.“ You said breaking the kiss and now it was his turn to be impatient. 

 "Shut up and let me kiss you, woman.” Cole said and you two continued the make out session. And let me just say, it went on for a few hours… 

 Not that you were complaining.

“Grew apart”

It has been two years since you moved away from your hometown Riverdale and left your three best friends – Betty, Jughead and Archie, behind. Now you are back in town, feeling like everything has changed. 

Warning: none 
Jughead/Archie/Betty x Reader

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Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.


“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 

It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

They’re kind of assholes - Superboy x Reader (Batsis)

This is kind of a part two of “You’re kind of an asshole”, the aftermath of it all. Like now, Conner and the reader (Batman’s daughter) professed their love for each other, and it’s not to everyone’s taste. Not to name anyone but…Bruce and Clark are not ok with this. Anyway, hope you’ll like it : 


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Batman was not happy. Not happy at all.

Superman either actually. 

They were both sitting at a table in the Watchtower’s common room, sulking and brooding (when Diana asked what was happening to Clark, as she was used to Broody Bruce, he just groaned in return and she kinda just understood that this was about you and the boy). With a scoff and a sip of his coffee, your father says : 

-This isn’t going to work.

-I know, it’s too weird. 

-I caught him in her room a few nights ago, God only know what would have happened if I didn’t came in when I did. 

-Oh please, no details. We’re talking about your daughter, whom I consider my dear niece, and my…clone. It’s just too weird ! 

-Yeah well you would be even more weirded out if you had caught them making out on her desk ! 

-Bruce, stop. Seriously. This is making me uncomfortable. 

-And you think I’m comfortable with this ? Because if you do you’re wrong. I hate it. It’s my little girl we’re talking about ! 

Diana, who was coming back from the coffee machine with a warm cup, cannot help herself and has to say : 

-You are aware that you’re daughter is an adult right ? And that when Dick started to date Barbara you didn’t say anything, even though she’s older than him. Or when Jason or Tim st…

-I know she’s an adult ! That’s the problem ! She’s growing up too fast ! And it’s not the same than with the boys…

Diana loses her amused grin, and with a very serious expression, stare at the Bat and says :

-Oh ? And how is it different ? Because she’s a girl you have to protect her more ? Or she can’t go out because of her sex ? By Hades Bruce I thought you were more open minded than that ! 

Your father just looks away and grumbles an answer no one understands. 

He knows it’s ridiculous. He knows he shouldn’t be worried, as he knows that Conner is a good man. He knows you’re an adult and are capable of taking your own decisions but…you’re also his little girl. And he doesn’t actually have a good excuse as to why he wants to protect you more dating wise than his sons…Even though Dick is the one that always end up falling in love way too fast and having his heart broke ! 

In front of him, Clark doesn’t hold Diana’s gaze either (neither him or Bruce would dare to, and besides, when she was annoyed like that, it was better to just look away and shut up), but he has the same thoughts than his friend. He wants to protect you, and for some reasons, deep down, he just can’t find the strength to trust Conner, even though the boy proved himself worthy multiple times…

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pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: angst, smut + punk!jikook

word count: 17,468 

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”


Your senses are filled with the scent of food before you even open your eyes. You immediately perk up from your makeshift cocoon in Hoseok’s bed, quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs.  When you round the corner you expect to find Hoseok standing over the stove, but instead you’re met with nothing.

“Hoseok?” You called out as you started making your way through the kitchen. There’s no response, and you’re about to try again when you catch a glimpse of something laying in the middle of the counter. You reach forward for the piece of paper and quickly unfold it.

I have class, but I made you breakfast, it’s in the microwave .x - H

You smile at the note, gently placing it back on the counter before retrieving the food. You made your way to the kitchen table, stomach growling as it begged to be sated. You quickly started shoveling the food in your mouth, practically moaning at the taste of Hoseok’s cooking that you’d missed so much for the past year.

One year.

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Jimin Scenario: Intervention.

Request: Can I have Jimin scenario where ur relationship doesn’t go public. One day Jimin saw ur co worker flirted with u when he takes u home, n he kept on asking u out n always find a chance to spend time with u not believing u have a BF. Jimin got jealous n try to find a way to get the guy away from u n let him know u really have BF w/o revealing its him coz u won’t let him afraid that the relationship will have bad effect on him and BTS. Can u have it funny with the help from BTS n fluffy plz. ❤️❤️❤️ 

Genre: Fluff / Comedy

Jimin saw as the guy got too close to you and he frowned, he was picking you up from work that evening and he wasn’t expecting to find this scene. It showed the guy was pestering you, you were shaking your head and saying something but the guy kept getting closer and invading your personal space as he also spoke, and then suddenly you laughed too which made Jimin frown deepen.


His hands tightened around the steering wheel with anger, you had ran out of battery so Jimin couldn’t call you to come to him instead of being there with that guy. He had thought he was annoying you, but why had you laughed with him?

-Come on Y/N, just come- he mumbled watching you look everywhere but at the direction he was parked. Then the guy put a hand on your arm and Jimin groaned, sounding the klaxon intentionally, only then you turned.

Finally, you almost sighed relived when you saw Jimin’s car, you could finally get away from Seohyuk, your coworker that was proving to be the most annoying guy in the entire world, he was such a pain and thought that when you said you had a boyfriend it was only a tactic to avoid him, he never took it seriously when it was actually the truth and you didn’t find the way to keep him at bay anymore. 

You went to the car, sighing again when you were finally out of the eyes of your coworker and finally with your boyfriend, but when you turned to greet him with a tired yet sweet smile you found him scowling.

-Chim, what’s the matter babe?-

-Who was that?-

-Who?- you asked feeling a bit lost.

-Your friend, with whom you were laughing so delighted-

-My friend? You mean Seokhyuk he…-

-Seohyuk- he snorted. -A dumbass name-

-Jimin, stop, listen-

-What? you are going to say you weren’t laughing?-

-Stop- you groaned, Jimin’s tone was sarcastic and you didn’t like it one bit. -If you let me explain you will understand- He huffed and you rolled your eyes. -He is a dumbass, he’s have been trying to hit on me and invite me out and things like that-

Jimin widened his eyes. -And you are only telling me this now?-

-Listen! I told him I have a boyfriend, a jealous one- you pointed out. -But he doesn’t believe it and he’s annoying, deadly annoying, I want nothing but to get rid of him so don’t misinterpret things-

-But Y/N, you should have told me, I could…-

You shook your head. -No, you can’t, remember the public can’t know you have a girlfriend-

Jimin ran a hand thought his hair. -I can’t allow this Y/N, if he’s annoying you then I must do something to stop him-

-He will bore with time, I just have to endure it a little longer-

Jimin clenched his fists and kept his eyes on the road, he understood your worry but he wasn’t going to let a guy keep pestering on his girlfriend.

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thunderstorm, p2. | yoongi

read part 1 here. read part 3 here.

summary: p2/? | you thought you could rely on your friends, jungkook and taehyung, to talk some sense into you after your run in with min yoongi left you confused. they do their best to help, but the conversation only leaves you more curious about the black haired boy who you had tried so hard to ignore.

details/genre: badboy!yoongi, college au, angst/fluff, bff!jungkook, bff!taehyung

word count: 1.9k

Originally posted by yoongichii

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You cried your eyes out in your car on your way to a new fresh start.
It felt like your heart has been ripped out of you chest, smashed on the floor and set on fire. When you walked in on Derek Cheating on you. That has been just 2 weeks ago
You were done.
He cheated on you….
You were on your way to la push a little place with a lot of green. And loving nature.
You inherited a cute house in La push after your aunt past away.
Derek didn’t know anything about that, he just knew you loved the small town. You always came here to visit your aunt and nieces and cousins. And played on the beach.
You had packed all your stuff as fast as you can. He didn’t really noticed you when you walked in. To busy, With her.
You heard your phone ringing again. From the back of your car. That has been the 16th times, Stiled had been calling you all day. He was the only one who cared actually.
You planned on answering him when you were home. Your new home.
You were busy whipping your tears away, you didn’t saw the big wolf on the road.
You almost hit the wolf. If you didn’t have so good reflects. You locked eyes with the wolf. And froze, just as he did.
You stepped on the brake. Your car stopped right before the wolf. Your heart was beating like crazy.
Your were scared because you have never seen a wolf this big. Derek wasn’t exactly a wolf, more like a little part. But this one was huge! But beautiful
The wolf looked away. And run to the forest.
A little shocked you came home.
You needed to walk a path and then you came on a gorgeous field with flowers and a cute and cozy house. Your ran back and parked your car nearer by then you did before. But careful not to hurt the plants surrounding the house.
When you were done bringing al
The stuff in you, you put everything away. You were already loving this place. You get why your aunt never moved. You opened the window in the kitchen and heard running water splashing against stones, after the house there was a small river.
You looked further and saw the same wolf again, you were a little confused. Then you saw something happen you never expected.
The wolf turned into a male.
And what a gorgeous male it was.
A beautiful body. Ow shit he was naked, uhmm nice short black hair and sparkling brown eyes. Wait what. O god he saw me looking you thought. And looked down as fast as you can.
You heard the male (gorgeous male) fast walking to you when you looked up he had short on.
“Hey, please don’t freak out what you just saw.”
“ Oh well, I am not… just did except it.”
“Can i come inside so I can explain?”
“Yeah sure I will open de door for you!”
You said as you saw him trying to climb trough your window.
“ o yeah sure, the door.” He laughed.
You opened the door for him and
He looked around when he walked to your sofa.
“Nice home, very cozy.”
“Yeah, thanks, I inherited it from my aunt.”
“ow I am sorry condolences.”
“Don’t worry, it happens 3 years ago. I just never been here, but now I regret it.”
You said with a smile and looked around as well.
“Well why are you here now.”
You sighed, “well my boyfriend, now ex. He cheated on me. And I couldn’t do it anymore and that’s why I left and came here to found peace.”
“Oh I am sorry again, what an ass.”
He said
“Yeah he is.” You laughed.
“Well I came here to explain something because you saw me change into a wolf, but first I have a question, why weren’t you scarred or shocked?”
“Because that ex boyfriend, he was also a werewolf, but I guess you are more like a shapeshifter.”
He nodded.
“Because you shift in a giant full wolf, and he because he is a werewolf, only like half, just like eyes,ears nails , hair and teeth.”
“Okay, well there is one thing is still want to tell you. Because you understand the rest.
And that is imprinting, ever heard about it?”
“If you mean Genomic imprinting.”
“No, we shifters have mates, we call them imprints. And when we look into their eyes, they become the most important thing for us, it isn’t gravity that hold you down, it’s her. And you will do everything for her. You will be everything for her that’s she needs. A friend, a brother or a lover. Mostly you become lovers, but everything is fine, as long she is happy and safe.”
“That is a beautiful thing, somebody who doesn’t cheat.”
You scoffed. He looked a little uncomfortable.
“ow I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, I understand.”
“But why did you told me, did you imprint on someday?”
“I did actually, today.”
“Really that’s great!.”
“Yeah she almost run me over with her car.”
“OH! That is- wait you imprinted on me?!”
“Yes I did.”
“Well that is even better.” you winked, he laughed.


You were laying on the couch and watching a movie, Paul had patrol, you would meet him here and then you were invited to eat by Emily and Sam.
You got along very well with the pack.
Leah was the sweetest person to you. Because she understood you, what it is like to lose your boyfriend to somebody else. So she was like your favourite of them, after Paul.
You didn’t really had a relationship yet, well you didn’t confirm it.
The last few weeks you guys had become closer, first it was friend and get to know each other. But later he was standing much closer and got more flirty, you can’t do more than admit that you had fallen hard for him. Last week he was free and stayed with you all week, all you did was cuddle on the couch, watch movies and cook together, the first two days he slept on the couch but the third day it was a very cold night, so you called him in so he could keep you warm in the night. And after that you two shared your big and cozy bed.
That week has been one of your favourite weeks of all time and that had 2 reasons:
1. The guy you were into and you know you could trust with everything. Told you he loved you, thinking you were asleep.
2. And when you were watching a cute film and the two actors kissed. You kissed as well, and it was the most perfect kiss you ever had. And you were still in heaven
You heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Paul who forget his keys, you gave him one for emergencies.
You happily opens the door.
But your smile quickly fated when you saw the person you hated the most.
Derek Hale. And no you didn’t say that because you love him, that was already long gone. You loved Paul. Like you never loved someday, he just didn’t know. But soon he will.
“Hey y/n…” he smiled softly
“Derek” you said bitterly
“I was hoping you would come home with me baby.”
“Hahaha that was a good one, try again!”
“ y/n I am serious, I miss you, and I love you!”
Then you Saw Paul walking towards the house.
Not paying Derek anymore attention.
You happily run up to him and gave him hug, which he returned and gave you a small kiss on your forehead, something he always did, and you loved it (seriously who doesn’t!)
“Who is that?” Paul asked nodding towards Derek.
“Ow that is just Derek, he was already planning to leave, right?”
“No I wasn’t , I am not gonna leave without you!” He said
“Never.” Paul growled.
“Derek, it is over, you cheated, we ended our relationship 3,5 months ago, and you show up now! After all these weeks I didn’t heard a word from you.”
“Well I was thinking about you and realising that I loved you.”
“Ow of course you are realising that now! After a relationship of almost 2 years, you are realising that now.”
“ well I-”
“No please leave and never come back again. Or else I am sure Paul will help you with that.”
“ Oh yes I will do that with a lot of pleasure!”
He said and he hung his heavy arm around you waist and brought you closer.
“So you are done with me?” Derek asked.
“Wasn’t that clear enough for you?”
“Well then, goodbye, call me when you change your mind.” And he walked away.
“Then you can wait forever.”
Paul shouted after him
“Paul!” You laughed.
You two went inside and he immediately fell on your sofa. You called Emily and said you couldn’t make it anymore, and that you will come by later this week.
Paul looked very confused when you said that, but didn’t questioned anything.
When you hung up.
“Why did you told her that?”
you walked over to him and you sat on his lap. And he looked surprised.
“What are y-”
And you kissed him which he gladly returned.
After a few minutes you broke the kiss and looked him into the eyes and said something that made him smile and twinkle his brown eyes.
“I love you Paul.”
He turned you around so you were laying on your back and he was hanging above you.
And he kissed your whole face with small kisses. Looked you lovingly into the eyes.
“I love you too.”
This took so long, I rewrote this like 5 times and yet I still think something is missing just haven’t figured out what.
I still hope you enjoyed the imagine!
Request by: @queenkelseyjackson

Forbidden Fruit - Jared Leto x Reader

Title: Forbidden Fruit

Pairing: Jared Leto x Reader

Word Count: 3,250

Warnings: Implied Smut, Minor Nudity, Cheating

Summary: When you agree to take part in one of your friends’ videos you are excited. And excitment that turns into nervousness when you realize the kind of scenes you have with your crush and best friend Jared Leto.

Originally posted by vampirechelon

“Just a minute and we’re done sweetheart.” the make up artist told you with a smile and you gave her a nervous one.

“Oh no, don’t rush. Take your time.” you shook just softly your head and she chuckled.

“If I didn’t know any better and if I didn’t have eyes of my own I would say you’re not really excited about this huh?” she teased you slightly and you gave her an awkward smile.

“I- I- No, it’s not that. I’m just a little… nervous. Not- not about the scenes- it’s just that- it’s something new for me and… yeah.” you breathed out nervously and she nodded her head with a soft smile.

“I know what you mean- up to some part I guess.” she chuckled “The first time I came to work here as a make up artist I was shaking like a leaf. But then I saw that as far as it had to do with the thing I love most then- I would be fine.” she shrugged.

“I guess this can apply only if you love acting and singing though.” she added with an awkward laugh.

“Well, I guess.” you mumbled “Mostly acting, actually but- I am not doing it entire for that.”

“Then what if not your love for acting?” she asked, eyes focused on her work though.

“My love for my best friend.” you breathed out and she smiled.

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Word Count: 1802

Player: Brady Skjei (New York Rangers)

feat. Jimmy Vesey (New York Rangers)

Warning/s: catcall mention

Originally posted by jasonbenn

“Hey babe.”, you greeted quietly. 

It took you your best not to sound as miserable as you felt. You knew, that if Brady got wind of how shitty you were feeling, he would worry. And a worried Brady was something you didn’t want to be the cause of. You hated it when he worried about you too much.

“Hi. Are you getting ready?”, Brady asked, a big smile on his face.

He had just finished practice. Next on his schedule was your regular lunch date, which he had been looking forward to. Brady noticed the glances and shit eating grins of his teammates, but he had become a master at ignoring them.
It had been a lot worse when you first started dating. 

It was literally chirping everywhere you went. After a couple of months it had died down, but the chirping never really disappeared although you had been dating for some time now.

Kreids winked at Brady as he left the locker room, but Brady just shook his head accompanied a roll of his eyes. 

“Actually I’m calling because of that.”, you carefully started.

“What do you mean? Something wrong?”

"I was just… wondering if we could maybe reschedule lunch together?”, you asked.

Brady didn’t reply for a second, making you wonder if your words had sounded different than you wanted them to be perceived. Maybe it all came out wrong.

“I know you have a hectic schedule and that you’ve been looking forward to this. I’m sorry! Just forget it. I’m just- I had a really shitty day. I don’t want to ruin your day with my bad mood.”, you quickly added.

“No, it’s okay. Want to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it. Thank’s for understanding, though.”

“Of course.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Relieved, about the fact that you wouldn’t ruin his night. Maybe he could hang out with Ves or something and you could make it up to him somehow?

“Are you okay though? You don’t sound so good.”, Brady wondered.

“What do you mean?”, you lied. Even you could hear that your voice was quiet and heavy. Brady had to notice!

“You sound a little off.”, he explained.

“It’s just- ugh I’m not really feeling well. Bad day, that happens. It’s nothing really.”, you insisted, trying to shrug it off. Maybe if you could convince Brady that it was nothing, you would actually believe it too.

Brady hummed something that sounded like he understood what you meant and wouldn’t pursue the topic further. Secretly though, he was making a mental note to text Ves that he would go to your place instead of home. You heard the frown out of his words, as Brady got in his car and shut the door.

“Thanks for being okay with rescheduling. I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Whoever it is, go away!”, you complained. 

The consistent knocking on your door stopped, but only for a moment. Relief got replaced by frustration. Why couldn’t you just be left alone to mope in your room?

“I said go away.”, you added, slightly annoyed. 

You had expected your roommate to check up on you, but instead, Brady peeked into your room. He scanned over you - or rather your curled up body under your blanket - before he closed the door behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he settled on the bed in front of you. He rested his head on the same pillow as you, quietly observing you before he started to speak.

“Baby?”, he asked.

“What?”, you growled. 

Brady was always making you feel better. You couldn’t be annoyed with him or mad at him, especially not because he was making his puppy dog eyes at you. He knew damn well that you couldn’t resist those.

“Why are you feeling bad?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”, you muttered, burying your head in the pillow. 

But instead of leaving it alone, Brady wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. He started playing with a streak of your hair, planning how to proceed. He knew you too damn well. Sometime’s he had to force your feelings out of you because you would just bottle them up until they became too much. You just refused to talk about it so you wouldn’t have to deal with them.

“Tell me. It will make you feel better. So talk and afterward we stay in and order pizza.”, he insisted.

“And cuddle?”, you asked hopefully.

Brady raised one of his eyebrows at you, rolling his eyes.

“No, of course not. You have to sit at least a feet away from me.”, he joked sarcastically.

“You’re cute when you try to sound sarcastic.”, you grinned.

“Why thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself. Now stop avoiding the topic and tell me so I can help you feel better. You’re just trying to distract me with compliments.”, he smirked.

“It’s nothing really. I just had a stressful day and then something else happened that made me feel really gross and stupid.”

Brady frowned, pushing the strand of hair behind your ear. Instead, he rested his hand on your waist.

“What stupid thing?”

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes, you have to. Because it’s making you feel gross aka it’s a problem.”

A deep sigh escaped your lungs, but you gave in to your boyfriend’s request and thought about where to start.

“I told you about the Rangers guy in one of my classes, right?”

“Yeah, some random guy that always wears Ranger’s merch and talks about hockey non-stop. You mentioned that he’s acting like he knows more about hockey than everyone.”

“Yeah, well. He’s a jerk. He saw me wearing your Rangers sweatshirt a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, he’s always hitting on me. Maybe he thinks we’re soulmates because we’re both Rangers fans or something. He’s literally always waiting in the parking lot after class to get me to talk to him. So today my roommate and I parked somewhere else and he waited in the usual spot. And he just… he catcalled me.”, you pressed out your face a grimace. 

Brady furrowed his brows, but he didn’t say anything.

“I know that for some guys that’s nothing big, but it really fucking is. And I just feel gross because of it. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. So I planned on staying in this blanket the whole day until you showed up.”, you quickly explained.

“No, I get it. It’s totally not fine. I really want to kick his ass right now. Sorry, he did that.”

“You’d win. He’s pathetic.”, you muttered.

Brady smiled at you, but you could see that his brain was working on something.

“I don’t like that look on your face. It looks like you are planning something.”, you smiled.

“Don’t worry. Forget about that asshole. Let’s just cuddle.”

“Not so fast, Skjei. You promised me pizza.”

“Are you ready for Rangers Guy?”, your roommate asked when you left the building. 

You had just finished class and stayed back to hand in a paper, but sure enough, the guy was in his usual spot right next to your car. He was waiting for you, as always. Damn, why couldn’t he just leave you alone? A part of you wished he would just accept the fact you had a boyfriend (like you had told him countless of times). The other part just wanted to smack him in the face for making you feel bad.

“As ready as I can be.”, you muttered.

Your roommate was giving you a grimace, her eyes full of pity. She knew what it felt like to be catcalled and that guy was just flat out annoying to every girl in class.

At least you weren’t alone as you made your way to the parking lot. Rangers Guy had his eyes focused on you, trying not to seem obvious while staring at you. You, on the other hand, were looking around, to your car, your roommate, the ground, everything so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact.

“Hey Y/n.”, another voice called out. 

Your eyes snapped up at the familiar sound. They met the ones of Rangers Guy. But when you allowed them to scan over the parking lot, a grin spread on your face.

He didn’t!

Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Rangers Guy smiling two, only for his smile to fade when you started running and ran right past him.
Brady had a shit eating grin on his face, as he gave you a little wave. He was standing a little behind your car, Ves next to him with an amused look on his face.

“Oh my goodness.”, you grinned, stopping in Brady’s arms that had been eagerly waiting to engulf you in a warm hug. 

He had been waiting for you, and you were very aware that he had been waiting for you in earshot of Rangers Guy.

“Brady! Ves! What are you doing here?”, you asked in surprise. 

You hugged both of them before Brady pulled you into a kiss and wrapped his arms around you. He had his hands placed on your lower back, very close to you butt. 

“What? I can’t pick up my beautiful and super smart girlfriend?”

“We’re here to escort you. We’ve been ordered to lunch and the order included you.”, Ves explained.

“By who?”

“By the Captain. Kaylee and Falan miss you, apparently. So you’re coming with us.”

“Mac ordered you to lunch? What the hell did you guys do?”

“Nothing!”, Brady insisted, causing you to focus your attention back to him. 

He gave you another kiss before he looked over your shoulder, sending Rangers Guy a look that was easily understandable.
Leave her alone.

“Nikky, can you drive my car home?”, you asked your roommate.

“Sure. Have fun with the boys.”, she grinned, catching the keys that you tossed over to her.

“Nice shirt. By the way, what did we say about stealing hoodies?”, Brady commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

“That I can take them as often as I want because I look good in them and they are comfy?”, you joked, a little bit of guilt in your voice.

“Okay, Imma let that pass. Now let’s go, I’m hungry and Ves has been whining about food nonstop.”

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Request: Can you do a Winchesters x little sister where the reader (the sister) has to get braces but she’s really nervous and she needs her brothers with her because she thinks nobody will like her with them on

A/N: SURPRISE! You guys are getting a back to back posting package! This is because I feel really bad about part two to Faults and Breaths! Anyway, love, thank you so much for requesting this, and I hope your experience (if you have one or had one) is not as rocky as this one! (This is also a little break from all the emotional stuff I’ve been putting you through!)

Reminding you wonderful beauties that requests are open and so is the tag list!

Pairings: Sam and Dean x little sister! Reader

Tags: @percussiongirl2017 @metaphysicalmisha @winchesters-favorite-girl @sisterwinchesterwriter @staticweekes @lil-sister-winchester @awkwarderthanaverage @missygun

You nervously played with edge of your flannel. It used to belong to Dean, and you hoped that wearing it would give you a bit of his courage. You quickly shook your leg, and tapped your foot all at once. Sam slowly put his hand on your leg in an attempt to stop you from jittering. He hadn’t looked up from the orthodontist’s waiting room read. Dean was checking out the nurse that kept opening and closing the door to the back room.

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 my fic for @jugheadweek about how jughead would discover/accept that he’s aroace

Jughead was 8 years old when he got his first clue that he wasn’t like other kids.

He and his best friend Archie were swinging on the swings on the school playground and Archie was telling him all about his crush on Archie’s other best friend Betty.

“- And you know, me and Betty have been friends forever, but now I think that I really, y’know, like like her!” Archie was looking over at where Betty herself and a group of girls were playing hopscotch as he talked, an expression of innocent excitement and infatuation lighting up his face.

Jughead followed Archie’s gaze and watched as Betty noticed Archie’s stare and waved at him with a shy smile. Archie waved back enthusiastically before turning to look at Jughead.

“What about you, Juggie? Do you like anyone?”

The question startled him a bit. Did Jughead have a crush on anyone?

He thought about it, and realized that he had no idea what a crush was supposed to feel like. How was it any different from friendly feelings? What made what Archie was feeling for Betty different than what he feels for Jughead?

Jughead gazed up at the sky while he contemplated these questions, kicking his tiny legs in the sand.

Finally, as Archie seemed to be getting impatient enough to say something, Jughead told the truth. “I… don’t know. How do you know you have a crush on Betty?”

Archie looked as taken aback by the question as Jughead had been by Archie’s before recovering and screwing up his face into a thoughtful expression. “Well… I just know. I mean, I think she’s really pretty and I wanna hold her hand and talk to her and date her, and I’m always afraid of looking stupid in front of her because I want her to have a crush on me too, y’know?”

Jughead didn’t know. As Jughead listened to Archie’s explanation, he realized that he’s never felt anything like what Archie was describing.

The thought of holding any girl’s hand or going on dates with one like Jughead’s seen on TV was actually grossing him out just thinking about it. And the thought of a girl having a crush on him was… scary.

Jughead didn’t say any of this to Archie, as he didn’t really want to. Jughead understood that getting crushes on girls was something that was considered normal for boys his age and maybe Archie would think he was weird for not understanding it.

“Yeah, um, I get it. I don’t have a crush on anyone right now, though,” Jughead said, going for telling Archie a half-truth instead.

Archie gave him a bright smile. “Don’t worry about it, Jug! There’s tons of pretty girls in our class! You’re sure to get a crush on one if you talk to them, and then I’ll help you get a date with her, ok?”

Jughead nodded and smiled weakly at his friend. This was something that Jughead should want, that will eventually happen to him, that Archie expects will happen for him- so why did the thought of liking a girl that way seem so impossible?

Jughead was 14 years old when he started to seriously wonder about his sexuality.

Not long after that day on the playground 6 years ago, Jughead had stopped really worrying about crushes and dating. After all, he was just a kid, and wasn’t dating really supposed to be for adults anyway? Jughead had simply come to the conclusion that he would want to be with someone when he was older.

Yet here Jughead was, 14 years old and still wanting abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with romance.

Or sex, for that matter, which seemed to be yet another thing Jughead just didn’t understand that everyone else seemed obsessed with. All the talk of girls and crushes and romance only got worse as Jughead grew older, and now he had to deal with a world that revolved around all that and sex, something that the thought of frankly made him want to puke.

It was especially difficult dealing with this reality when you’re friends with Archie Andrews, probably one of the most girl-crazy people Jughead has ever met. Go figure.

“Jughead, did you see that new girl in class today? I’d heard she was hot, but holy shit!” Archie said as they walked to their next class, falling into step beside Jughead.

Jughead sighed and pinned Archie with an unimpressed look. “Archie, you know I don’t care about that stuff. I’m not affected by my hormones like all of you other degenerates, seriously.”

Jughead had long since given up pretending to care about or relate to anything Archie said whenever Archie was like this. Which was a lot. It was way too much work to try to be someone else, to lie to everyone including himself about his own feelings. Especially when he’s talking to his best friend.

Usually, Archie would laugh or continue on as if Jughead hadn’t said anything at all, but this time, Archie just looked at him with a weird expression.

Jughead was about to say something when abruptly Archie grabbed his arm and pulled him into the boy’s bathroom, shutting the door behind them.

“Archie? What are you…” Jughead trailed off, watching in confusion as Archie checked that there was nobody else in the room before turning to face Jughead, looking uncharacteristically serious.

“Listen, Jughead…  I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

Jughead waited silently, watching as Archie seemed to struggle with his words before heaving a deep sigh and looking at him with determined eyes.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? You’re my best friend, no matter what, and I just want you to know that… that that’ll never change.”

“Archie… what is this about?” Jughead was getting seriously concerned now. What was making Archie so serious all of a sudden?

“Jughead. Are you gay?”

Jughead stared blankly. What kind of question was that? That’s ridiculous, Jughead didn’t like guys, he liked-

Except Jughead couldn’t recall ever liking any girls. Not once has he thought of a girl the way Archie always seems to, has never really liked the idea of romance for himself. Could it be possible that it’s because he would rather be with a boy?

This idea made him more confused than he’s ever felt before. How had Jughead never considered that maybe he’s not interested in girls because he’s actually interested in boys?

“… Jughead? Hey, are you ok, man?” Archie’s voice penetrated Jughead’s thoughts and startled him back to reality, where Archie was frowning at him worriedly and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“You know you can tell me anything, dude. There’s nothing wrong with being gay and, y’know, I want you to know that it doesn’t matter to me if you are,” Archie said.

Jughead shook his head. “Archie, I… I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Hey, man, take your time. I’ll be here for you when you figure it out.”

Jughead’s heart swelled with affection for his friend and he managed a smile. “I know that, Arch. Now let’s just get to class. If I’m late again then it’ll land me in detention.”

Archie nodded and grinned at him before opening the door and leading the way out towards the biology classroom.

Only later on, after the school day was over and Jughead was at home and alone in his room, did he have time to think over what Archie had said and whether or not it could be accurate.

Jughead thought about it. He tried to imagine himself getting nervous around a boy because of a crush, wanting to hold a boy’s hand, dating one, kissing one, even tried to imagine himself being intimate with one, but-

Nothing. Jughead tried his hardest to feel anything at these thoughts and he just. Didn’t. The thoughts were even starting to make him feel uncomfortable and he wanted to stop, but no, that can’t be right, they weren’t supposed to make him feel uncomfortable. That was how forcing fantasies of girls made him feel, so what could it possibly mean when he felt the same way when his thoughts were about boys? When he felt equally resistant at the thought of being with either in a romantic or sexual way?

Again, it occurred to Jughead that he didn’t know how crushes were supposed to feel, what being in love was supposed to feel like. That feeling before, when Archie had showed genuine concern and love and support for Jughead and Jughead had felt a bit like his chest was going to burst from that feeling of knowing that Archie cares for him and is and always has been an amazing friend- was that romantic attraction? Did Jughead have a crush on Archie?

Jughead tried to imagine dating Archie and immediately gave up, snorting at the very thought. Yeah, no, Jughead loved Archie, but not in that way… right?

Jughead groaned in frustration and buried his face into a pillow. How was he to know if he doesn’t know what crushes feel like? Jughead didn’t think he had a crush on Archie, but how could he know for sure? He really hoped he didn’t. Imagine having a crush on your straight best friend. That would suck.

Jughead sighed and got up to fetch his laptop. It seemed he needed to do a little research.

After about a half hour of google searching, Jughead came to the conclusion that no, he did not have a crush on his best friend, which was simultaneously a huge relief and somehow a bit of a disappointment.

It’s not that Jughead wanted to have a crush on Archie, but the fact that he didn’t only sent him right back to square one.

It’s not like it was possible to just. Not be attracted to anyone. Jughead had never in his life met anyone or heard of anyone feeling the way he does. So… was there something wrong with him?

Instead of continuing on down that train of thought, Jughead decided to once again enlist the help of his good friend Google.

He brought up the search bar and typed, “is it possible to not feel sexual attraction?”.

He pressed enter and the very first link that popped up caught his eye, a website called Jughead clicked on it and began reading.

So. Asexuality is a term for people who don’t feel sexual attraction, and asexual people can range from being either straight up repulsed by sex and the thought of it to choosing to have sex for the physical pleasure or to pleasure their partner or just to have kids or any number of reasons. The more Jughead read about it, the more Jughead realized that, yeah, this is definitely what he is.

The information available also told Jughead that there are asexuals who feel romantic attraction, who desire to be in relationships, and those who don’t, called “aromantic asexuals”.

Putting a name to what Jughead now knew he was, that he knew he had to be, and knowing that there were others out there just like him made Jughead feel more confident and sure of himself than he ever had before. Jughead researched for hours, reading almost everything the website had to offer and then branching out and reading stories from actual asexual people, actual aromantic asexual people, describing experiences that Jughead related to so much that it made him feel exceedingly giddy.

Sure, Jughead hadn’t really been shy about not wanting girls the way the other boys in his class do for a long time, but that didn’t mean that Jughead never wondered why he was different, wondered when he would start liking girls, as if it was something that was inevitable, that was definitely going to happen eventually.

But now, Jughead knew that it wasn’t going to happen, most likely never would, and he was ok with that. All he’s ever really wanted was to know for sure who he was and to be confident about it no matter who he turned out to be, and finally knowing that it’s an actual thing to not be attracted to anyone in any way and knowing that it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with him was… invigorating.

Jughead refuses to pretend to be someone he isn’t, and being the odd one out among his peers wasn’t going to change that. He isn’t going to hide who he is- he isn’t going to pretend he is anything other than an aromantic, sex-repulsed asexual person, because that’s who he is, and Jughead Jones doesn’t care about what other people think- all he wants is to continue being his laid-back, life loving self, and no matter how hard it gets he won’t let himself lose sight of that kind of life for himself.

After all, what life is worth living if you don’t love who you are and fuck what anyone else thinks? Not one worth living at all, Jughead thinks, and with that thought, heads out to talk Archie into buying him a burger at Pop’s.

Michael, Your Gay Is Showing

Anon: have u already done a fic with michael coming out as gay to jeremy? if not it would be cool to see your rendition of it!! It would be kinda funny if like everybody knew and just assumed jeremy knew as well idk tho!! ,love ❤

If you asked Rich how Michael realized he was gay, he’d tell you some long cheesy story about how he realized he was in love with Jeremy after the drama at the play. This was the version of Gay Realization that Michael told him, but honestly it took a while for him to realize he liked Jeremy. He was indenial for a long time. No, the truth was Michael realized he was gay when he tried to be cool like Jeremy and watch porn, only to realize he wasn’t attracted to any of the girls at all and was more interested in the guys. Michael spent that week really questioning if that was real, and ended finding an LGBT forum and understood he was gay.

Thing is though, Michael never made a big deal out of being gay, and never actually came out to people. Everyone just kind of…knew. it was obvious that Rich knew first though, and Michael appreciated how instead of yelling “MICHAEL MELL IS A BIG ASS BOTTLE OF GAY”, he did it more subtly. Meaning he’d randomly point out guys to check out with Michael, and the rest of the squad picked up from there.

And then there was Jeremy. Oh, sweet, ignorant Jeremy.

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Fucking Perfect ~ Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (You)

Genre: kinda angsty but fluff in the end

Word count: 2000+ So I wrote it since I had nothing else to do.


Laying in your bed motionless, your gaze fell onto the screen of your phone. It said 7.30 pm, just half an hour before your boyfriend was supposed to come at your doors and pick you up.

He said he had something big to tell you, so that both of you should go on a fancy place to eat. You honestly never understood why it was important to eat at some cliché and boring places, who’s decorations were nothing but bland-looking, completely empty with any home-like feeling.

But it was Jungkook, your lovable boyfriend nonetheless. You couldn’t just say ‘no’, especially when it looked so important. Yet you couldn’t find any energy for moving at all.

Getting seated in front of your mirror, you reached for your boxes filled with makeup. Since you’re dating an idol, you needed to look presentable, almost perfect.

In slow motions you applied your slightly dark red lipstick, so carefully like it’ll break. You followed the edges of your lips carefully, hating to outline your lips. It just made you look ugly, in your opinion. Dabbing the brush in light coloured eye shadow, you applied the thin coat of it onto your eyelids, then going with darker colours in the corner of your eyes, giving them a smokey eye effect. But your eyes still gave out no sign of life, like you’re practically dead inside.

It wasn’t far from truth, though.

You applied the coats of BB creams, concealers and blush on your face, trying to cover all blemishes on your skin. So much effort put in the look, yet you felt yourself going uglier as you placed more products on your skin.

It made you feel sick, your stomach was starting to hurt you and you wanted nothing more but to put off all that stuff and cancel the plan with Jungkookie. But you had no guts, so you kept on going, putting more on, until you could finally say that you reached the look of some girl idols.

It was only way to make you look like you actually deserved to stand next to Jungkook and be seen with him.

The heaviness of your insecurities was thrown on your fragile shoulders, like someone wanted to test you how long you can bear feeling all that pain every single day.

Still standing in your black underwear, you opened the closet, looking at its corner where stood all the fancy dresses you owned because of Jungkook and his events. Your dead gaze fell on the small black dress, something you never once wore. Letting out a sigh escape your dry lips, you grabbed the cloths, ready to try them on.

“I look awful” You said, looking at the reflection of you in the full length mirror

In someone else’s opinion, you could be looking decent. But the only thing which you felt was disappointment…in your own self…

“Are you ready?” The sweet and caring voice of your boyfriend rang through your apartment, making you slightly surprised

“um, yeah” You silently replied. But what you actually wanted to say was beyond all of that, probably just tell him off and curse at yourself


“I, uh…noticed you don’t look happy” Jungkook said, trying to get answers from his girlfriend

“Really? Sorry, I am excited” You replied, not even bothering to lie properly

“That’s…great” He said, letting out a sigh before stepping harder on car’s pedal. Thinking it’s just that you’re tired, he decided to keep quiet instead of asking questions.

Your glance at him was filled with worry, knowing that it’s you who made him feel awkward. So stupid and reckless of you! He was trying just to have a nice date and you ruined it with your fucking careless acts

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m fine just a little tired.” You said, plastering a smile on your face

“Good. I was getting worried” Jungkook replied, acting like he dropped all the worries. But it’s not like he didn’t see the way you would carry yourself lifelessly in past few months. And what made him worried so much was the fact that you didn’t seem so happy in his presence, more like you felt awkward near him.


“We’re here.” Jungkook announced, like you didn’t stare through the window all the way.

Acting like he always did, he practically run out of the car so he could open the doors for you. You smiled at him for that, the way that always meant thanks even though you didn’t speak it out loud.

“let’s get inside” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his. His bunny smile was playing on his lips, making him seem even more nice looking than he already is.

“I know you like tables by the window, so I booked the one with most beautiful view.” He smiled, leading you inside.

His hand was placed into your lower back, making you feel chills and shivers so through your spine. You loved the way he would touch you, not too much but still showing affection with every contact you two would make. But the things were chnaged now obviously, and you knew that Jungkook noticed it too.

When you stepped inside, you felt your feet carrying you few steps away from your boyfriend. No, it wasn’t intention of yours, but it’s just the way your brain functioned by now. Every time he tried to be the romantic, sweet guy you fell madly in love with, you would push him away, intentionally or not.

A glance slipped from your eyes to his, and you’ve been met with heartbreaking sight for just a single moment.

You saw it

You saw the way his smile dropped off of his face as you inched away from his touch. You noticed the way his eyes would loose its shine once you push him away like that. You saw the way his happy attitude would chance to a more quiet one

“Let’s sit.” He said, his tone sounding slightly off, but you ignored it, since you knew that you had no words to tell him.

You nodded, not a single word leaving your bright red coloured lips. The lips he used to kiss every single day all day, were now almost untouchable to him. And it pained him, but he didn’t tell.

“What would you like to order?” A young waitress, maybe in her early twenties, asked, giving both of them a nice smile. Her voice sounded so sweet and smooth, and her looks were so nice yet seeming so natural.

Her big eyes were looking so sweet, her smile seemed sincere. Lips were coloured in pink, just like her cheeks. Her slightly curled hair was bouncing as she walked. All in one, she seemed so beautiful.

You bit your own lip, your eyes focusing on the menu in front of you once again. Your eyes were forced to stare at the words in front of you, but you didn’t read any of those. Your black coloured nails dig in the covers of the menu, since it was the only way to get rid of that irritation that was growing inside of you.

“I’ll take Caesar salad and glass of red wine.” You said, still not looking up.

“I’ll take quatro formagi spaghetti and also a glass of red wine.” Jungkook said, smiling sweetly at the girl. She retured the smile, making you even more annoyed

“Anything else?” Girl asked kindly

“Y/N, you want to order something? Salad doesn’t seem enough for a meal.” Jungkook said, his worried glance staring at you.

“No, that’ll be enough for me.” You kindly rejected, handing the menu to the girl. Jungkook sighed at your stubbornness, and the girl awkwardly glanced between two of you before walking away.

The time you two spent while waiting for the food to come was simple-silence. Neither one of you spoke up, even though both of you wanted to do so. But you had reasons why not to. Your gaze was fixated on the moon, which was shinning its brightest. Jungkook was looking at you, admiring your beauty. He noticed all the small changes on your body, but it’s not like he was all too happy.

He hated how thin you suddenly became, or how you placed so much makeup on your face, even though you won’t do much that day. He noticed how you would weight yourself often and how your meals were so…small. He noticed how you stopped to talk so much, or be your active self.

He noticed it all, but didn’t speak up.


“Here’s your meal~ The waitress cooed, putting their orders on the table. She shot them another smile before heading back, leaving the couple alone.

"Mine’s tasty, how’s yours?” Jungkook asked, once again his bunny smile shinning on his features

“Um…It’s good..Want to try it?” You spoke up. It was the best conversation so far, and you were proud of that.

“Please” He nodded, hungrily staring at your fork.

“Open up” You said, a soft and small giggle escaping your lips. Both yours and his eyes widened at your action, but you didn’t talk about it. Getting as much food as you could on your fork, you put it inside his mouth, feeding him like before.

“I like it. Wanna taste mine?” He asked. After he recieved a nod from you, he fed you too, making you smile gently at his actions.

“I Like it too” You said as you chewed, enjoying the taste of his food.

“I missed you.” Jungkook suddenly said, making you gag onto your wine. You stared wierdly at him, taken by surprise by his words. You didn’t and couldn’t understand the meaning behind his words

“But we often see each other” You spoke as you didn’t know what he actually meant by that.

“You know what I mean. I said I miss you, your touch, your words, your actions. Above all, I miss you loving me.” Jungkook said seriously, although his tone wasn’t stern or strict. His gaze on you was soft and loving, completely focused on your eyes.

“I’ve never stopped loving you.” You replied truthfully.

“But you stopped showing it.”

You didn’t reply. You didn’t want to, hut also you didn’t know how either. He was right and you knew it, but you didn’t know how to admit it.

You’ve kept quiet for the rest of the dinner.


The dinner had almost came to an end, hour and so of tiring silence was slowly getting done. You excused yourself to go to a washroom, feeling the need of being alone, even if that meant only 5 minutes.

“Keep calm..” You whispered to yourself, staring at your relflection in the mirror.

The red lipstick was still on your lips, slightly wearing off at the edges. Your eyes seemed tired, and you could see the dark circles forming under your eyes even though the foundation was covering them nicely. The blush was still perfectly applied on your cheeks, the nicely tinted orange like colour still looking vibrant on your skin.

But you felt suffocated. You couldn’t breathe normally, your breath hitching in the middle of your throat. You wanted to leave. Now.

“I’m back” You said, forcing a smile on your lips. He smiled back at you, taking you by the hand as you walked out out the restaurant.


“We…we’ve been together for so long…why are you doing this?” Jungkook’s voice broke the killing silence

“What do you mean?” Was your reply because you had nothing to say. You knew what he meant, you knew what kind of answer he dreaded for, but you didn’t know yourself.

Well, you did know why, but you couldn’t admit it. You knew he would try to blame himself, and you didn’t want any of that.

“Y/N why are you acting so ignorant?!” Jungkook asked, his voice raising from his normal tone.

You shivered under his raised tone. Your surprised gaze was followed with your widened eyes, who gazed at his, making an eye contact after some time.

“i-im not…” You disagreed, breaking the eye contact after few long seconds of staring into his big brown eyes. He was looking at you with anger and annoy, two feelings you never wanted to be looked at by him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N! I know something’s wrong! I noticed it all Y/N! I noticed the way you stopped being so close to me, and how you stopped kissing me the way you did before. I see how you dislike my touch now, I see that you don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t go out with me either! But WHY?” Jungkook yelled

The fear was written over her face. It was the first time he ever yelled at her, and it was one of the most scariest experiences she’s had

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have raised my voice.” Jungkook apologized immediately, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and index finger.

“I’m sorry I acted that way.” You spoke up, making an eye contact with him again, this time on purpose. You stared into his eyes, noticing the saddened look in them which he was trying to hide

He broke the contact, his bunny teeth biting into his lower lip. His knuckles turned white. Yet he kept quiet. You took that as a sign to start your explaining, since it was right thing to do.

“I’m sorry all of this happened. But just don’t blame yourself, okay? It’s something I brought onto myself. I didn’t mean to be cold and act like a bitch all the time. I just had things I had to deal on my own, since I thought no one can help me…”

After so long period of time, you started opening up to him again, pouring your heart into words that you’ve spoke. Tears were brimming in your eyes, sobs were audible between every two or three words you would say. Your vision wasn’t clear, but foggy, tho you kept onto talking.

“I felt insecure”

And that’s when you’ve finally spilled out the truth, the one that you’ve been hidie for months now.

“Y/N..” Jungkook trailed off, his gaze softening.

His hand inched towards yours, holding it tightly to himself. He wanted to speak up, say so much things that were on his mind but decided to let you continue. His big and round eyes settled its gaze on yours, not once leaving you out of sight.

“I know, right? It sounds so…idiotic. you’ve told me you loved me countless of times, told me that I’m beautiful, that I should love all the curves on my body as much as you said you loved them. You told me all of that, and I couldn’t be happier that I could hear those words come from you.”

A pause. You were wiping off the tears of your cheeks, feeling your makeup washing down your face. But you kept on talking, in that moment not caring for anything else.

“But I had the voices in my head Jungkookie. I was constantly seeing beautiful idols and other celebrities on TV everyday. How thin they legs are, how thin their waists are. How they have the most perfect and petite figure. And I knew I was nothing like them. I don’t have that fucking gap between my thighs, nor I’m super skinny…And those thoughts were ruining me…”

“-I was afraid you would leave me for prettier girl or woman out there. It was my constant worry for months. I’m sorry I acted like I didn’t love you or like I didn’t care. I do. I was just so afraid.”

You were deep into tears by now. The truth was clear and he finally found out the reason of your unhappiness. He felt a pang in his heart, thinking that he should’ve found a way to make you love yourself again.

“Don’t blame yourself Kookie, please.”

“Fine, I won’t. But I want you to know that I love you no matter how you look. Cause, I don’t only love your body, but I love your personality, your brains, your soft and caring heart. That’s what matters Y/N, remember that.” Jungkook said, wiping off some of the tears that were still on her face

His slender fingers were on her face, his deep dark eyes taking in all her features. In his eyes she seemed so perfect, he couldn’t understand why she harmed herself like that all that time. He closed the small gap between you two with his soft reddish lips which were placed onto yours. His hands moved over your body, touching all the curves that you hated but he loved.

“And just to tell you a thing, Y/N, don’t wish to be like those idols. Holly shit, they’re on diet 24/7 they can’t even enjoy in decent slice of pizza. I feel sorry for them honestly…” Jungkook giggled, making you also laugh at his words.