sorry about her mouth


Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: I was listening to Gorgeous by X Ambassadors, which is a song that always puts me in a fluffy mood, and I felt inspired. 

Prompt: While you worry about school, volleyball, graduation, mythical creatures, and your entire existence, Stiles only has one thing on his mind since coming back, and that is you. 

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“I mean honestly, like Lydia? Love her to death, I’d do anything for her. But if she beats me for valedictorian, I will cut her”. 

“Oh, you’re going to cut her”?

“Yes. I will seriously cut her”. 

“With what? Are you going to make a shank out of your mechanical pencil? Y/N this isn’t an episode of Orange is the New Black. You can’t just ‘cut’ people”. 

“Well fine then, I won’t cut her…. But baby, could I please borrow your baseball bat for a few days…. Just until results for valedictorian come out…”

“Y/N…. shut up”.

You could hear the joking tone in his voice, but still, Sties felt a nice elbow ram into his stomach which caused him to loosen his grip around your waist and keel over.

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Field Trip-(Derek Hale)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: Scott McCall(mentioned), Boyd(mentioned), Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale and (Y/N).

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: illegal teacher x reader relationship, swearing

Word Count: 4335

Summary: (Y/N) takes a sudden liking to her new history teacher, but is it reciprocated? 

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anonymous asked:

Could you do fic on what would have happened if bughead decided to take a break/break up after their argument in 1x10. Thank you 😊

Sure thing! I’ll give it a go!

His head was aching for the third time today, it seemed that he had forgotten about these damn migraines over the past few weeks. He would credit that to Betty Cooper, his girlfriend, well his ex girlfriend now. He felt the familiar throb at the thought of her no longer being in his life, wincing as the pain hit him especially hard. The headaches had been sparse during his relationship with Betty, she kept him busy, kept the thoughts at bay, even when things seemed to be settling down and his head was free to think , she always managed to relieve the tension, be it over lazy kisses on her bed or in depth conversations about his favorite movies and her favorite books. She always seemed to know when his mind began wandering, abruptly stopping any headaches from pushing through with her witty banter and overall calming presence.

But that was gone, Betty was gone. After the explosion at his sixteenth birthday party, he hadn’t heard a thing from her, the closest he got to physical contact was when she brushed past him in the halls, her eyes always downcast and her ponytail whipping harshly. As for the blue and gold, their only communication was through email. Betty’s straight to the point emails made his heart ache, he missed her silly emails in the middle of the day with revisions for his articles, heart emojis and words of encouragement were commonplace, now they simply said “okay, I will submit this. Thank You - Betty Cooper.” It was all so formal if made him sick.

He knew he was wrong, knew he had gone too far, shoving Archie in her face like that, belittling her. He hated himself for bringing tears to her eyes, but the part of him that was too stubborn for his own good refused to apologize. He was just voicing how he felt, she didn’t listen, she wasn’t thinking. Archie strolled into the student lounge depositing his bag with a thud and sitting across from Jughead, eyeing him with concern.

“How ya feeling man? Still got that headache?”

Jughead nodded before shrugging his shoulders “it happens” he mumbled, placing his book down, Archie looked nervous. That was never a good sign. “What’s up pal?”

Archie dropped a hand behind his neck and began rubbing nervously
“Listen jug, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this but Cheryl is already on the prowl getting ready to spread it like wildfire.” He sighed, shifting in his seat. Now Jughead was worried, was it about Betty? Had Cheryl done something to her? Had Chuck?

“What’s going on?” He asked anxiously.

Taking another deep Breathe Archie finally spit it out

“Trev is going to ask Betty out today after school. He pretty much told the whole football team. Apparently all the vixens are encouraging her to go out with him, something about getting over you and how this is the first step. Veronica explained it to me but I missed about half of it. Whatever. Anyway I just wanted you to know in case…” Archie was cut off quickly as Jughead flew out of the chair, racing out of the study lounge.

“Oookkkayyy.” He shrugged carelessly, flopping down on his back and closing his eyes. He needed a nap, that was stressful as hell.

Meanwhile Jughead was practically tripping over himself on his search for Betty. She couldn’t go out with Trev, not again, maybe Betty could get over him but Jughead had to let her know… he was never gonna be over her. He spotted her standing by the water fountain, her long legs barely covered by her cheerleading uniform. He was moving so fast he nearly barreled into her quickly catching himself as Betty stumbled into the wall.

“Woah. What on earth?” She mumbled, catching her balance and looking up at the beanie wearing boy “Jughead? What do you want?” She didn’t say it in a harsh tone, she was merely asking her eyes sad and defeated, she was tired of running away from him. Well good because he wasn’t about to let that happen ever again.

“I’m sorry.” He started, quickly catching Betty’s hands as she shook her head, opening her mouth to argue “I’m sorry about everything I said, I was so angry, not at you, at me. All you were trying to do was throw me a party. I shouldn’t have said those mean things to you. I know I’m an idiot but I can’t lose you Betty. It’s asking a lot I know but if you could just…. not go out with Trev. I’m sure he’s a great guy but he’s not right for you. He’s too… good.” He scrunched his nose, his hands squeezing hers almost painfully.

Betty looked up at him after a few seconds, her eyes wide and a soft smile gracing her lips

“I was never going to go out with Trev. You were right he’s not my type. I’m so sorry Juggie, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed you, I knew you didn’t want the party and I did it anyway, I just…. there’s something very wrong with me. Something we should talk about later.” She glanced around the crowded hallway nervously.

Jughead nodded in understanding tugging her just a little closer
“Tonight at pops, dinner on me. We can talk it out. All of it. For now though…” he trailed off, his eyes finding hers.

“We’re okay.” She whispered softly “a work in progress.” She smiled.

Jughead released a heavy breathe and dropped his forehead to hers

“I can work with that.” He sighed, bringing his lips to hers.

Happy Birthday animekpopxx!

Originally posted by chiaramiller

Happy Birthday @animekpopxx! We hope you enjoy this special Everlark story written just for you by @booksrockmyface

Title: Fake Happy

Rated: E

Author’s note: Happiest of days!! Prepare yourself for some of the best smut I can provide!! Title is the same as a Paramore song that I love a lot right now.

Katniss promised Peeta that she would be fine moving with him wherever he was stationed after his basic training was done. She promised, but she didn’t feel it. She had her own dreams and she was worried she’d have to give them up.

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CLF: Tendrement, Pasionement (B)

A/N: I know I said I wasn’t going to be posting this for a bit, but tomorrow is @captainamerotica‘s birthday, so this is her early birthday present. I will be going back to my miserable WIFI on her actual birthday, so yay. Happy birthday.

Originally posted by achingtentacles

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Warnings: Swearing, Steve has low self-esteem, angst, fluff, slight jealousy. 

Word Count: 2596


TRACK: Vera Lynn: Auf Wiedersehn, Sweetheart (Yes, I know it’s done in 1952, but God it works)

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Wicked Games - Chapter Three

I had a lot of fun researching where I wanted Betty and Jughead to live at and then finding the perfect dress for the charity banquet. :) 

I hope you guys like this chapter. <3 (We finally get to start calling him Jughead in this one, yay!) 

Her new place is okay. She’s sure that any other person would consider it an amazing place to get away. To her it just feels like a prison. Cheryl had told her that she should think of it as a small getaway. Staying at The Met Loft hardly seemed like such a chore, even Forsythe had seemed a bit starstruck when he had entered the apartment. Which brought her to her next point.

She hated living with Forsythe Jones.

There wasn’t anything really wrong with him, per se, but it was just his presence that irked her. The apartment was big enough, a two bedroom two bath living arrangement, but it felt crowded having to share it with the other man. He made sure to stay out of her way for the most part, which wasn’t so hard when she hardly left her bedroom these days. However, on the rare occasion when she would go to the living room or wander around, he was always there lurking.

Like right now for instance. She was sitting at the round table in the kitchen, eating a bagel as she stared out of the large window next to her. It was only eight in the morning, but the city was wide awake already. She liked to see the cars pass by and she would watch as people walked their dogs and went for runs. It was nice, except for the fact that her new bodyguard was doing pull-ups in the damn living room.

He had a bar placed on the doorway connecting to his room and the living room. It kind of made him look like a douchebag in Betty’s opinion, especially since they had a gym downstairs but whatever. His back was faced towards her as he grunted out while pulling himself up. The noises were enough to make her roll her eyes in annoyance as she tried to focus on the insistent honking outside instead.

She considered maybe running on the treadmill after she finished her bagel. Tonight was the charity banquet and she always liked to get a nice run in before getting ready. It made her feel a bit better about herself. She didn’t have to start getting ready until at least one, so she had a bit of time to kill. A workout could be fun.

“Seventy,” Forsythe grunted out and Betty gave him an exasperated look.

“Must you count out loud?” She asked, finally reaching her point.

“I’ll forget otherwise,” he calls back, uncaring. “Seventy-five. Seventy-six. Seventy-seven.”

“Now you’re just being a jerk,” she mumbles. As time went on, she began to miss Zack and Charles, who weren’t so damn smug all the time or who didn’t insist on walking around like they were a gift from above. Forsythe was hot, there was no denying that, but he also reminded her of the jocks back in high school; the ones who thought they were too good for the world and so she couldn’t talk to him for more than five minutes without getting annoyed.

“Your team’s coming here around one, right?” He asks as he walks over towards the fridge, opening it up and pulling out the carton of orange juice. Betty just hums in response. “How well do you know them all?

“What?” She asks, caught off guard. He just gives her a look that let’s her know he doesn’t have time to wait around for her answer. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not,” he says as he sits in front of her at the table. “I don’t even think they should be coming over here to help you get ready. Cheryl, you, and I are the only ones who are aware of your current location and I think it should be kept that way.”

“They’re my hair and makeup team!” She’s had it with how ridiculously overprotective he is. She’s fully aware that this is his job, but sometimes he just takes things a bit too far. “They’re professionals, you know, kind of like you. If you want to start pointing fingers at people who have been by my side since I first started out, then let’s point them at you, too.”

He tilts his head at her in question.

“How do we know you aren’t my stalker?” She demands. “I don’t know you. I don’t know the first thing about you yet I’m just supposed to trust my life with you? How does that make any sense?”

Forsythe pauses and looks taken aback for a fraction of a second before his features harden and then he just looks a bit angry. Betty would feel bad, except she doesn’t. At all. He’s a jerk and she’s not going to apologize for stating facts.

“Do you have plans?” He asks, changing the subject completely. Betty just rolls her eyes before answering.

“I was going to go run downstairs.”

“Get dressed then,” he tells her. “We’ll go.”

“I can go by myself,” she reminds him. “It’s an apartment complex! You need a key to get in.”

“I’m sorry,” he says as he stands up. “Did you not live at an apartment complex the first time? And then it was a gated community, right? Then a hotel?” Betty doesn’t say anything, she just glares at him. “That’s what I thought. Get ready.”

She gets up and stomps all the way over to the bedroom. She doesn’t care if she’s acting like a kid. She hopes that there’s a bar at the event tonight, because she’s going to need a few drinks.

The gym is pretty empty when they finally get to it. There’s some middle-aged man on one of the many treadmills, a young girl on the stepper, and a guy who looks to be in his thirties is weightlifting.

Betty goes over to an empty treadmill and places her bottle of water in the cupholder. The treadmill has builtin fans on it and she makes she to turn both of them on full blast. Forsythe walks over to a high and low pulley system and sits down at it. Betty wasn’t sure if he was going to work out down here too or if he was just going to stand in the corner and glare at everyone, but it seems that question had been answered.

She noticed that he was the only guy in the gym still wearing a shirt. The other two guys were proudly showing their bodies off, but not Forsythe. She wondered if there was a reason behind it or if he was just that modest. She couldn’t help but watch as his arm muscles flexed as he used the machine. He wasn’t a huge guy that would be in any body building competitions anytime soon, but he had nice muscles and Betty was sure he could pack a punch.

She finally turns her attention away from him and focuses on her own workout. She made sure to bring her headphones down with her and she gets lost in a workout playlist that she made the other day that’s full of a bunch of early 2000’s songs. It’s probably not the most motivating type of music, but for some reason it works for her.

She’s been running for a while and she’s halfway through Cupid’s Chokehold when a hand clamps down on her forearm. She’s taken off guard and she gasps as she loses footing. Her speed is at an eight right now, so she immediately goes down. She’s waiting for the inevitable pain of her face getting mauled by the treadmill. It never comes.

Strong arms wrap around her and lift her up off of the treadmill and place her on the ground. She places her hands on the shoulders of whoever grabbed her as she tries to regain her balance. Once she feels steady, she takes her headphones out of her ears and looks up.

A man she’s never seen before is standing in front of her. He wasn’t in here when she first walked in, so she assumes that he’s just started to workout out if the way he isn’t sweating is anything to go by. He’s handsome with blonde hair and brown eyes and the shoulders she’s currently grabbing onto are broad and strong feeling. She might be swooning a little as she looks at him.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he says and her mouth goes dry at the obvious Australian accent that slips from his lips.

“It’s fine,” she says, shrugging, trying to play off the whole incident as if she didn’t almost just face plant into the ground.

“I just had to ask, are you Betty Cooper?” Her name sounds heavenly in his accent and she just nods in awe. “I thought so. I’m a huge fan of yours. Did you recently move in here?”

Before she can answer him, she feels someone place a hand on her shoulder and she turns to see Forsythe standing behind her, his signature serious look on his face. The guy in front of her looks over at her bodyguard and Betty almost snorts at the way he has to look up to him. Forsythe is pretty tall compared to her and this guy is hardly any taller than her, so that means her bodyguard is towering over him.

“Hey, man,” the Australian accent stranger says to him. Forsythe just stares at him. “Your boyfriend?” He asks Betty once he realizes he isn’t getting anywhere with her bodyguard.

Betty has to stop herself from cracking up.

“No,” she says with a smile, holding back her laughter, “he’s not.” She doesn’t offer up any other information and the guy just nods.

“Well, I’m Nathan,” he tells her. “It was nice to meet you. I hope I see you around.” Betty just smiles at him before he turns and walks over to one of the weight sets.

She doesn’t bother to say anything to Forsythe before grabbing her water bottle and marching out of the gym. She tries to speed walk to reach the elevator before him, but it’s no use.

“Betty!” He calls out, right behind her. “What was that?”

She smashes her finger into the UP button on the elevator before turning around on him. “Um, what was that?” She repeats back to him. “Is there any reason why you interrupted that conversation?”

He gives her a blank look. “Are you… are you serious right now?”

“Oh, my god,” she groans, thanking the gods above when the elevator opens up. She walks in and hits her floor number. “He was just introducing himself to me. He was a fan!”

Forsythe doesn’t say anything and Betty sighs.

“Look, I know you’re doing your job and I appreciate it so much, but you can’t run off everyone who just so much as glances at me. I still have friends, I have a life, and I’m probably going to continue to meet people. You just need to protect me and I don’t think I was in any immediate danger there, aside from almost tripping and busting my ass.” The corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly and Betty smiles. “My stalker, whoever it is, probably won’t come up to me and introduce himself in the middle of an occupied gym.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes and Betty’s taken aback. “You’re right. I might have been a little too much back there. I’ll try to work on it.”

She smiles. “Good. That’s all I ask for.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent in front of a mirror as her hair and makeup is done. This routine is always boring to her because she hates having to sit still. She engages in conversation with everyone, but her butt starts to hurt after the first hour and then after that she gets antsy. Forsythe sits in a chair in the corner of the room and reads a book. He only looks up every so often and Betty counts it as a win since she’s sure he’d usually be watching everyone like a hawk.

Christopher and Jackie, two of her hair and makeup stylists, fill her in on their lives and keep the conversation flowing steadily. It’s the only thing that keeps her from going insane. She laughs along at their stories and it makes the time pass by a little faster.

Before she knows it, it’s time to slip into her dress, which means that they’re nearly finished. She has the option to choose from a Badgley Mischka Champagne Sequined Racerback Gown and a Monique Lhuillier Embroidered Long-sleeve Illusion Gown in Antique Silver. Both look so gorgeous and she’s torn between the two of them. Christopher and Jackie insist that the Badly Mischka is perfect, but she turns towards Forsythe who’s still reading his book.

“What do you think?” She asks. He keeps his head down, not aware that she’s addressing him. “Forsythe?” She tries again. This time he immediately looks up, closing his book and giving her his full attention. “Which dress?”

He glances over to the two options and then looks back at her before pointing to the Monique Lhuillier one.

“It’ll look nice with your hair,” he tells her. She looks back towards the mirror. Her hair’s just done in a simple teased ponytail with a few of the shorter strands fanning her face. “Very classy.”

She smiles and looks over at him. “Classy? Okay.” She grabs the Monique Lhuillier dress from the hanger and goes into the restroom to put it on in privacy with Jackie.

“Asking for his opinion?” Jackie hums. “Very interesting.”

“Hush,” Betty laughs. “Don’t even start.”

“I’m just saying. He’s very handsome, isn’t he? A much better looker than that NFL star you dated.”

“Reggie was cute!” She defends. She had liked Reggie.

“Of course, but he was a pretty boy. Mr. Jones is much more than that. He seems rugged and dangerous, like he’s seen and experienced a lot. He’s sexy.”

“Oh, my God, Jackie,” she laughs, “why don’t you date him then?”

“Don’t tempt me,” she snorts as she zips up the dress.

They finish up and walk back out into the room. Christopher immediately wolf whistles.

“Yes, queen,” he cheers, grabbing her hand and twirling her around, “you look so hot!” He hands her a pair of heels to complete the look and she leans on him as she puts them on.

Christopher and Jackie continue to rave about how good she looks and she laughs at the compliments even though she can feel her cheeks start to brighten.

She turns towards Forsythe, who’s looking at her too with a smile of amusement on his face.

“Classy?” She asks him.

“You look lovely,” he tells her. It’s a simple compliment and she’s sure he’d say it even if he didn’t mean it, but either way it makes her face light up.

There’s a red carpet, of course there is. Betty sighs as the limo stops in front of it. She’s sitting in the back by herself, Forsythe is up front with the driver, and she feels nervous. It’s her first time attending an event since the threats started and she feels uneasy about it. She doesn’t think anything will happen to her here, not with all these people and not with her new bodyguard but either way, it’s a bit unnerving.

The limo door opens and Forsythe is bent over in front of her, blocking off anyone from seeing her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks her, eyes searching hers for any kind of hesitation.

“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully.

“We can always turn back around and go to the apartment.”

“No,” she says. She will not live her life in fear. “I can do this.”

He smiles at her, like he’s proud of her, and nods. “Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

He moves out of the way and extends a hand down to her. She grasps onto it as she swings her legs out of the limo and onto the concrete. He helps her out of the limo and then closes the door.

She intertwines their arms together and puts on a smile. Forsythe walks with his body slightly in front of hers as if he’s a shield.

“Betty!” Someone calls out as what seems like a hundred flashing lights start to go off. “Is it true that you’re set to be the new face of Adidas?”

“Is it true that you’re dating Jake Gyllenhaal?”

“Betty, where’s Reggie tonight?”



As soon as they get inside she lets the smile drop from her face.

“Jake Gyllenhaal?” Forsythe asks, a smirk on his face.

Betty untangles their arms and rolls her eyes. “I talked to him one time at the Oscars and now we’re dating and the wedding is in June.”

Forsythe just snorts.

“Do you want to go sit down?” Betty asks. “These heels are killer to stand in.”

“You go sit,” he tells her. “I’m going to hang back here.”

Betty frowns in confusion. “Why? You can come sit with me, you know. I’m allowed a plus one and I didn’t invite anyone, obviously.”

Forsythe just gives her an unamused look. “I’m your bodyguard, Elizabeth, not your date. I’m just here to watch over you and make sure nothing happens.”

She’s not sure if the words should sting the way they do. She was aware that he wasn’t her date, but she didn’t understand why that meant he couldn’t sit with her. Just because he was her bodyguard that didn’t mean he couldn’t be her friend as well.

“Don’t call me Elizabeth,” she says instead. “I don’t like being called that.”

“I don’t like being called Forsythe,” he replies in a bored tone. She’s about to ask him what he prefers to be called, when a voice calls her own name. She turns around to see Veronica walking towards her with a grin and actor Kevin Keller on her arm.

“Hey, V,” she greets, pulling her best friend into a hug. “Oh, you look so beautiful!”

“Me? Look at you! God, I’d kill for your legs.”

“Hey, Kev,” Betty greats the other actor. “How have you been?”

“I’m good. I really wasn’t going to come here tonight, but I couldn’t deal with Veronica’s crying over how it would look if she showed up alone.” Kevin and Betty both roll their eyes at that.

“I came alone,” Betty informs Veronica.

“Um, unless I totally imagined that complete hottie that you walked in with then no, I’m pretty sure you didn’t.”

“He’s my new bodyguard, V.”

Veronica’s eyes widened as she looks over to Forsythe who’s now standing near the entrance doors, arms crossed over his chest as he stands up straight with a stoic look on his face.

“No fucking way,” Veronica says, breathless. “That’s the guy who’s with you at all hours of the day? You have got to be kidding me. Only you would get a crazy stalker and yet somehow end up with the hottest guy ever as your bodyguard.”

“He’s a jerk,” Betty says even though she’s not sure if she believes that anymore.

“He could be a jerk to me all he wanted,” Kevin speaks up. “God, he looks like he’d be into some kinky shit.”

“What?” Betty yelps. “How can you even tell?”

“I can always tell,” Kevin says with a smirk. Betty just looks away from him in disgust.

“Okay, well I’m going to tell him that I’m going to go sit down.”

“Yeah, go give your bodyguard a goodbye kiss,” Veronica teases. “You’re sitting next to us by the way. I totally switched around a few place cards.”

She walks away from her friends and makes her way over to Forsythe. He looks at her in confusion once she nears him.

“I’m going to go sit with Veronica and Kevin,” she tells him.


She’s taken aback by his careless tone. “Well, I just thought I’d let you know.”

“Thanks,” he tells her, but it sounds a lot more sarcastic than it does sincere. Betty frowns at him, feeling embarrassed. She should have just gone to sit down.

She turns around and makes to leave, wondering why she always seems to somehow do the wrong thing around him. She’s not even trying to impress him or anything anymore. She just wants them to be civil. It amazes her how he can go from being so kind to her, like when he complimented her earlier to dismissing her like she’s an unsophisticated child.

“Betty,” he calls out suddenly. She turns around and gives him a bored look. He bites at his lip like he’s nervous and Betty can’t try to deny how sinful the action looks. “Have fun tonight, but be careful. Come get me when you’re ready to go.”

It’s hardly an apology, but she’ll take it. She just nods before turning back around to find Veronica and Kevin.

Two hours later she finds herself sitting at the bar with her friends. She knows that she shouldn’t be drinking and she thought back to the terrible hangover she had just the other day, but the martini that Veronica had ordered looked way too tempting and so she found herself ordering one. Of course one turned into two which turned into three and well, who was keeping count honestly?

“Oh my god,” Kevin gasped as he looked beyond Betty and Veronica, “guess who just walked in here alone.”

“Who?” Veronica giggled, feeling the weight of the alcohol herself.

“Reggie Mantle.”

Betty turns around in her chair and sure enough, Reggie is walking over to the bar and he appears to be stag. She hasn’t talked to him lately, not since the whole article, but there wasn’t any bad blood between them.

“I’m going to go say hi,” she tells her friends.

“First the hot bodyguard then Reggie? You’re on a roll.”

Betty just ignores Veronica’s teasing as she gets up and walks over to Reggie. At least she hopes she’s walking. The alcohol is starting to hit her hard and things may or may not be spinning.

“Hey, Reg,” she greets once she gets close to him.

He turns and looks at her in surprise. “Betty! Hey.” He pulls her in for a hug. Betty inhales his cologne. Reggie always smelled heavenly. It was one of her favorite things about him.

“How are you?” She asks, leaning against the bar for support.

“Good, good. On offseason right now so I’ve been spending time with my family. Sorry I haven’t been in touch.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she tells him. He doesn’t know about her stalker and she’d like to keep it that way. “I’ve just been enjoying some time off too. Although I’m sure that won’t last long.”

“It never does with you,” he smiles. “You’re one sought after girl, Betty Cooper. The world loves you.”

“Shut up,” she snorts. “You’re here alone?”

“Yeah. I actually kind of went on a date recently with a girl from my hometown. She was kind of my high school crush.” Reggie blushes and Betty coos at him. This was the best part about being friends with him, Reggie wasn’t interested in Betty like most guys tended to be. It was nice to be able to talk to a guy as a friend. Besides Archie and Kevin, she didn’t really have anyone else like that in her life.

“That’s so cute! Why didn’t you invite her?”

“It’s new,” he shrugs. “And I don’t think she’d like the spotlight too much, you know?”

Betty nods in understanding because she does know. The spotlight takes some time to get used to. Sometimes she thinks she might not even be used to it yet. She misses the days when she could get a burger without it making the tabloids.

“We’re taking it slow,” he continues.

“Well, I’m happy for you.” She says with a smile. “But don’t forget about me! Call me sometime and we can have lunch. I think I’m going to head out of here pretty soon.”

“One two many drinks?” He asks with a smirk. “You’re a bit wobbly. Do you want me to escort you to a cab?”

Betty snorts at his words but shakes her head. “Could you take me to my bodyguard actually? I’m scared I might fall over in these shoes. He’s by the entrance.”

Reggie nods and extends his arm out to her, which she grabs onto gratefully. He leads her to the entrance and Betty immediately spots Forsythe.

Apparently he had been on the lookout because he spots her at once and makes his way over to her and Reggie. He must notice her intoxicated state because he frowns at her.

“You ready to go?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “I’ll see you later, Reggie.”

Reggie passes her over to Forsythe gently, who then wraps his arm around her shoulders as he tries to keep her upright.

“Thank you,” he tells Reggie.

Reggie nods. “Have a good night. I’ll let Veronica know you left, Betty.”

He walks away from them and Forsythe leads them outside. The cold air feels good and in any other case, she’s sure she’d be shivering but right now Betty likes the way it feels on her face.

“You’re drunk,” Forsythe states.

“I’m not drunk,” she giggles. “I’m just a bit tipsy.”

He doesn’t answer her, he just tries to get a taxi instead. It doesn’t take long before one stops for them and Forsythe puts her into it gently. She’s expecting him to sit up front, but she’s surprised when he slides in next to her as he rattles off their address to the driver.

“Did you have fun?” He asks her.

“I did. You should have sat with us.” He doesn’t answer her and she’s about to forget the conversation when a thought comes to mind. “Earlier you said you didn’t like to be called Forsythe. What do you liked to be called?”

He looks over at her in shock, like maybe he wasn’t expecting her to remember that. He pauses for a moment before answering.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I promise.”


“Huh?” She asks, not understanding.

“That’s what my friends and family call me.”

She looks at him and studies him. There’s a small smile on his face like he’s remembering something, but he’s also looking at her like he’s nervous about how she’ll react. In the end she just smiles at him lazily before leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“Hi, Jughead,” she yawns out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

And then she closes her eyes.


Originally posted by tw9celand

Dahyun x Reader

Fluff, High School! AU


Word Count: 883

Written by Admin LJ

You didn’t have to be friends with Dahyun to know that she was easily one of the most warmhearted people on the planet, and most certainly in your school. No matter where she was or who she was with, she always made people laugh and enjoy their day, whether it was with jokes or kind gestures that moved many. She was a sweetheart, a good soul, and overall just a quality human being.

You didn’t have classes with Dahyun, but you had run into her a few times- literally. The first time you ran into each other was at the very start of the school year, when you had been rushing to find your classroom after misreading your schedule. You were late on the first day, which would not make a good impression on your teacher, so you picked up the pace and fell into a slow jog, down the hallway, and into the stairwell. Coincidentally, Dahyun had been exiting the stairwell as you entered, and wham, your shoulders collided as you tried to pass. The books you had been holding fell to the floor, papers strewn about on the cold tile floor of the hallway.

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Green Shirt

Kristanna Modern AU ~ Blind date scenario
Rated: T (minor swearing)
WC: 3132
-This is completely self indulgent

“Um, excuse me.  Are you Beth?”

Anna looked up into a pair of the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen.  He towered above her, standing there with a shy smile.  He was all muscles and blonde hair and… hell, he was gorgeous.

“No, sorry.  I’m not.”  Kind of wish I was though…

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Hold You In My Arms

Paring- Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N- Hey looks who’s back to writing Bucky x reader after months!

Warnings- Fluffy AF 

Summary- Based off of Ray LaMontagne - Hold You In My Arms. Here’s the link, I highly recommend listening to it before reading this.

Word count- 2400


Tags: @poe-also-bucky @purplekitten30 @sexyashmike @sebstanwassup @mimosaofasgard27 @winterbuttmunch @melanie451 @starkxpotts @alwaysbella @ria132love @midnightinkdreams @a-really-high-mermaid @ficletsforfans @coffeekeyboardsss

/Bucky’s POV/ 

I jolted up with a gasp. My breath is heavy, fighting for air. My mind is flashing the horrors of my past. It was the family again, with the little girl, all dead, by my hand. My breath is desperate, desperate for air that will not come. I try to count my breaths and think of a calm scenery, like what Wanda had taught me to do in a situation like this. After what seems like hours, my breathing started to even out.

Not wanting to see more of my haunted past in my sleep. I quickly dressed, making sure to grab my gloves. I creeped out of the tower without making a sound. When outside, the chill wind of midnight welcomed me, like an old cruel friend. Having no destination I started to wander on the streets of New York City, my once happy home of my past self, myself that’s no more.

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anonymous asked:

I'm new here too (looks like there's a lot of us here!) and I just read about the dark days. I'm more a fan of David so I wanted to ask what do you think was in his mind at the time? Was he annoyed by G? Did she piss him off? But if she did, then why all the sexual tension between them?

Hi anon! Welcome in the fandom! There’s quite a bunch of new fans and it really is a blessing. This fandom needs fresh blood!

I can explain my vision of David and Gillovny in general in the olden days, but I think everyone has their own interpretation of what could have happened. The way I see that is like when you’re in high school, and there this person you see everyday sitting two rows in front of you and everything this person does annoy the shit out of you. The way she chews her gum, taps her pen on the desk, raises her hand to say stupid things. You hate everything. But you also can’t stop thinking about her. She obsesses you and you hate yourself for being obsessed. You want it to stop but you also know if she would stop showing up in class one day, you would feel devastated and give the moon to see her chewing her gum loudly again.
That’s how I imagine both David and Gillian felt about each other.
A hurtful mix of love and resentment.

And about the sexual tension and to make it more simple and dirty, I imagine Gillian riding him mercilessly and angrily and slamming the door of his trailer as soon as she was done leaving him hanging with his right hand and
David wanting to shut her up every time she spoke but with his dick in her mouth.

Whisk Me Away (Part dos)

It’s Sunday night and I’ve got no TWD to watch, so I’ve gone through this one last time. There might still be a few errors, but try to ignore them. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on the first part of Whisk Me Away. I so very much appreciated it. xx 

This part is quite long, so please do enjoy. Also, there is a Part one - so, please read that first here

Let me know if anyone wants a tag. 

Tagging these wonderful people as always: @towongfu2 @milllott @lau-vm @celestev31 @tinakegg @milymargot @jackiewalsh2013 @annemarieted @mmfdfanfic @mykuhkors @i-dream-of-emus @rhi3915 @kneekeyta @kingbeeyonce @fuck-sewing-machine @irish-girl-84 @lovinglifeandlivinglove @nutinanutshell @voodoomarie @rockinthebeastmode @mirandasmadeofstone @protectfinnnelson @hey1tskat1e @eveerez @workinggirl101 @likeashootingstarfades 

(hopefully all the tags work)

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mrtinski  asked:

girl you're murdering me today with your writing (and also your kindness I cannot BELIEVE you posted a link to my fic I'm??) anyway if you wanted to do more one shots I'd love to see what you come up with for 39 if you haven't done it already! :)

*walks in a month late without starbucks* 

39: “This is very cliché.” +  69: “You’re ticklish.” (requested by @janeerikabrady​ on twitter) + 21: “God, I missed you.” (@lydias-martin)

(from +this list of prompts)

Under the readmore because I realize it’s long and I’m nice to my mobile-using friends and followers.

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Night Falls: Chapter 11

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, two caring dorks 

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,149


A/N: The chapters just keep getting longer and longer! 

Sorry this took forever! But enjoy this Dean-centric chapter. 

And a happy Fanfiction Writers’ Appreciation Day to all my fellow writers out there!

Night Falls Master List

“What?” Dean throws his hands out as if he has no idea why Cas would be upset.

Cas just stares Dean down, disappointment etched into his face. 

“Really?” Cas lets out a deep breath, clearly not amused by Dean’s antics.

“Oh come on.” Dean waves off his partner. “I was just having some fun with her.” He drops his eyes back down to his plate and picks up his burger and takes a big bite. 

Castiel just continues to stare Dean down, moments like these reminding him how young his partner really is. 

“You should apologize.” Cas keeps an even tone, his hands still folded in his lap. Dean just keeps egregiously chewing

“It was an accident.” Dean attempts to defend himself again after swallowing his chewed food. 

“I know that.” Cas rolls his eyes. Dean was smart when it came to a lot of things, but sometimes he was a few clowns short of a circus. 

“It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t apologize.” Castiel picks up his burger again and finally take a bite since the entire encounter began. A silence falls between the two men and Cas gets halfway through his burger before he puts it down again. 

“And there’s no need to tease her.” He looks pointedly at Dean. “It’s not like she’s going through enough, as is, without you antagonizing her.”  

Dean takes in a deep breath and sighs, knowing Cas was right, as usual.He sometimes hated that about the guy. 

“Fine,” Dean smirks tightly at Cas, who just smiles back at him, his shoulders rolled back with a clear victory under his belt. 

Once Dean clears his plate, he picks up your unfinished burger, cold and sad looking, and tosses it in the trash before putting both your plates in the sink.

“I think she may have wanted that,” Cas comments to Dean’s back, but Dean doesn’t respond, just opens up the fridge and grabs what he’s looking for.

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MCM Comic Con, Hannover, May 20th 2017 || Panel

Right after the autograph session we went to the Panel and lucky us, we got first row seats. To be honest I don’t remember that much from the panel because the day until then went by so fast, there was absolutely no time to process what has already happened but what I do remember is that they reenacted both Daniela’s and Eric’s auditions for the show which was pretty hilarious.

They also were asked how they reacted when they saw themselves on TV for the first time ever and Dani told that she was 16 years old and actually shocked and eww because she looked different from how she saw herself in a mirror and thought ‘what, that is how people see me?!’.. The whole room was laughing. Eric just thought he looked awesome. Dani was laughing. :’D

Dani also told a story about a young girl she met that told her she’s been watching the show for 6 or so years already and Dani asked her that she’s pretty young to be watching it for so long but the girl told her she always watched it with her dad who loved the show but he died not too long ago and she kept watching it for him. Dani was tearing up when she told this story.

They also were asked by me how the mood on set was when they filmed the episodes for the season 8 finale but were remembered to not give any spoilers because it hasn’t aired here yet and that we only have Queen Pin on Monday. Dani asked which number that was and I told her 17 and then they both answered that it was quite intense but they’re actors, so they can still have fun even when filming those scenes and we definitely don’t want to miss those episodes because it’s life-changing for Sam and also some sweet moments are about to happen.

Dani and Eric also told fun stories about the time when they were new on set which was for Eric the fighting scene with LL Cool J in ‘Hand-To-Hand’. LL made him think he would punch him at full force but in the very last second he slowed his punch down so he wouldn’t ‘destroy’ Eric but when he came home after that day on set and Sarah saw him shirtless in the bathroom she was laughing her ass off because Eric looked like a zebra with all those bruises he still had gotten. Dani’s story was from when they were filming the ‘Legend’ episodes on the mothership. Seconds before her very first take she realized she forgot she still had a gum in her mouth and was sorry about it and asking where she could get rid of it when she noticed a hand coming from behind right under her chin so she could spit it out and when she turned around she saw it was Mark Harmon behind her. She was in shock and embarressed but they were laughing about it.

Another person from the audience asked if AJ Chegwidden would/could come back full-time to “replace” Granger/Miguel. They both said they don’t have information about this and then Dani said something like ‘either way, Miguel can’t be replaced. We can only create a new place for someone new.’

Someone else was asking them to share their favorite memories about Miguel. Eric said he already shared his on instagram and while he searched on his account for the post he made about Miguel when he passed away Dani told hers which happened when he was still new to the show and cast only the two of them went out for lunch and had the world’s most normal talk ever, about life and family and Daniela admired that Miguel was the person most invloved with Hollywood (because of his famous family members and his long career) but at the same time the world’s most normal person. And then Eric read his post from his instagram account which made Dani cry a lot and many others in the audience were tearing up as well.

I’m posting Dani’s and Eric’s selfie from the panel too because I happen to be in there.

A Very Oblivious Soldier | Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

How to feel when the man you have a morally incorrect crush on is avoiding you? How to get the rising feeling of loneliness and anxiety bubbling up on your chest? How to get his attention back.

You weren’t fine. Fine was the least you were feeling, not only you boyfriend had just broken up with you sometime that exact week, but the reason he did was because he couldn’t deny the feelings going on between you, and you colleague. Bucky Barnes had broken up your relationship and was on the process os also breaking your heart, so you did as best as you could.

You bought some ice cream, took your headphones, your phone and a blanket, and got up to the Avengers Tower’s roof.

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Anonymous asked for a rec of possessive!Derek fics so here you go!

As usual can you please make sure to check the tags and warnings before you read! 

Cat Farming in the Cascades (1/1 | 3,043 | Rated E)

Derek has no idea why, but Stiles has this really horrible, absolutely unconscious habit of fondling himself. All the time. In public, in private, it doesn’t matter.

Really, this is probably at least partially Derek’s fault. Because he didn’t somehow stop Stiles’ behavior back when he’d had the chance, and the kid apparently never learned not to touch himself in public. So now he’s doing it enough that random people are taking videos of him fondling his junk in his university classes. Oh god.

Take a Glorious Bite Out of the Whole World (1/1 | 5,472 | Rated E)

Stiles gets a tattoo when he turns eighteen. Derek notices. Quietly.


The tattoo is vein-like and strange, but it’s so very…right. It’s not necessarily a picture, but free-flowing lines that wind around his arm and dip and dance around his scars. It makes him feel free, makes him feel powerful.

He goes in for his second tattoo when he’s about to leave for school in Southern California.

It’s not so much of a second one as a continuation. He decides that, though the pattern isn’t of branches it acts like them, so he branches it down over his shoulder and down to the center of his back, kind of like draping a toga. At the center of his back the lines concentrate and sort of circle. He adds a splash of jade-shaded almond shapes and feels stronger somewhere deep inside.

He Gets Me High (1/1 | 11,562 | Rated E)

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right? 

Mirror, Mirror (2 works | 5,103 | Rated E)

Kink meme fill: Established relationship. After someone flirts with Stiles, Derek needs to show him who he belongs to by fucking him in a room full of mirrors so he can see himself stretched open. Bonus points if Derek forces Stiles to watch as his hole is stretched to accommodate Derek’s knot.

no aphrodisiac like loneliness (2 works | 19,705 | Rated E)

Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

famous last words (6/6 | 16,957 | Rated E)

(No, he doesn’t belong in porn anonymous—it’s not an addiction. It isn’t, he swears.)

I Totally Planned on the Walk of Shame (1/1 | 14,960 | Rated E)

Stiles wiggled a bit to adjust the fit of his skinny jeans and winced slightly. There was a fine line between paint and pants and he was pretty sure that line had frowned at him in disapproval two sizes back. He popped a few breath mints and resisted the urge to run nervous hands through his hair lest he ruin all of Lydia’s hard work. Stiles took a deep breath, sent up a prayer, and stepped into line at Howl, the most underground of underground nightclubs that Beacon Hills had to offer.

Not that Beacon Hills had any other underground nightclubs but still, Stiles was there, ready to unleash his inner beast and walk on the wild side.

Jazz hands.

sleep on the floor, dream about me (1/1 | 4,887 | Rated E)

When she woke up in her room, everything smelled like puke and blood and Derek was leaning over her, palm pressed against her forehead.

“Well,” he said. “That was dramatic.”

“Yeah,” Stiles coughed and wished to stop breathing if only so she didn’t have to taste the inside of her mouth any longer. “Sorry about that.”

“Later on, when you’re able to really appreciate it, I will kill you for this.”

(K)Not Exactly According to Plan ( 2 works | 3,812 | Rated E)

Finding his mate is nothing like Derek expected.

He expected relief, a bone deep feeling of peace and contentment, whole hearted acceptance and soul freeing joy. Actually, given the last few years of Derek’s life saying he expected anything good is a bit of an overstatement. Derek had hoped though. He’d hoped that when he felt that connection, was overcome by that urge to touch and mark and claim, and finally found his mate it would be a new beginning, a sign of better things to come.

Instead he found Stiles –hahaha hell no you can’t know my first name-Stilinski and he’s the complete and total opposite of what Derek thought he wanted in a mate.

Control (1/1 | 3,953 | Not Rated)

Stiles, fed up with Derek’s I-Ruin-Fun attitude, skips out on the pack meeting. Meanwhile Derek, tired of pushing Stiles away, decides to let his wolf take control in order to secure his mate by his side. One-shot.

Discordant Chaos (1/1 | 3,148 | Rated E)

“Jesus, we really are some kind of fucked up, aren’t we, just completely toxic to each other.”

(Or the one where Derek and Stiles are assholes and Stiles gets Scott caught up in the middle of their shit. But it’s all good, because Scott’s an asshole, too.)

“We’re going clubbing!” (1/1 | 2,526 | PG-13)

“I’m sorry we’re doing what?!” Stiles was incredulous. They couldn’t be serious. Really they couldn’t be. Lydia and Erica were staring at him in amusement. They must be joking.

“Yes Stiles,” They replied in ominous harmony. “We’re going clubbing.”

“I’m looking at you and hearing clubbing but my head is saying no they can’t mean that. They can’t mean let’s take a group of adolescent werewolves, who can barely contain themselves on a good day! to a club, with people. Real people. But it’s okay. Because I know Derek would never agree to this.”

“Actually,” Lydia looked evil, with the current smirk she was sporting, “Actually he already did.”

The Hale Beast (1 works | 17,707 | Rated M)

Stiles would rather be at home playing X-Box than attending the ceremony inaugurating the Wolf nation’s sovereignty over the Argent kingdom, but he’s the Sheriff’s son so those are the breaks. What he doesn’t expect is the feral werewolf Prince Derek AKA The Beast to take an interest in him.

He was alone with the Beast. His heart started pounding its way up into his throat. A burst of static came from his cell phone.
“Scott! Oh my god! He’s here! The Hale Beast is here with me and I’m alone and no one is here to witness when he kills me…to death!”

Obsession (1/1 | 2,399 | Rated M)

Derek gets hit by a witch’s curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek’s obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands? 

manwhoworkswithgears  asked:

Well watch out for them, they are a dog and a cat. And since you guys are a fox and a mouse, welllllll........

“EY, DON’T YA FRICKING DARE CALL ME A.MOUSE!” Abby replied as she tried to stab you with her wooden sword but Felix stooped her and covered her mouth “Pipsqueak, please! Sorry about her, she hates being called a mouse even tho she is one” Felix replied

sandpipercentral  asked:


1. this is so late omg i’m so sorry

2. this is the board that goes with it (as you can see in the tags there are some things I didn’t get to in the story so there will most likely be a sequel)

3. i did actual research procrastinated and went to the japanese starbuck’s website as a rough reference for prices

Hinata Hyuga is firmly against romanticizing coffee shops.

As someone who has been a barista for over three years, she has to put her foot down. During her time as a barista, she has aged about twenty years. There is nothing romantic or even ‘cozy’ about coffee shops.

Which is why it’s entirely unfair that she reconnects with the love of her life in a coffee shop.

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Who’s Right? (Joshua/Jisoo Scenario)
  • Pairing: Joshua x Reader (FEATURING SEUNGCHEOL)
  • Word Count: 1429
  • Warnings: None
  • Type: Angst, Fluffy(?) ending

Anon’s Request: Number 20 (“I want my best friend back.”) from the drabble prompts with Joshua please?

A/N: Once again, my drabble has gone too long…so now it’s a scenario!! This will be posted on both the drabble and scenario section of the masterlist. Sorry for any mistakes!

“Shua, can you come over today? Three new episodes of Naruto were subbed yesterday!” You jumped up and down, excited to continue your and Joshua’s weekly routine of watching Naruto at each other’s houses after a long break.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I would love to, but Yeon-ie wanted to watch Rogue One today, the only day she doesn’t have dance practice.” You frowned, not happy with his recent girlfriend, Yeon, or as he called her, Yeon-ie.

“But you’re with her everyday! We spend almost no time with each other anymore. Is she that important to you?” Joshua looked taken aback, not expecting your sudden outburst. He looked around nervously, not sure how to respond.

“Um, well, I can maybe set up a time where we three can all do something fun, yeah? I’m sure she’d like to meet you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, exasperated that he didn’t even want to spend some individual time with you.

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Sebastian Aho #2

Requested by Anon:  can you do a Sebastian Aho imagine where he has a crush on the reader who is outgoing, but the reader thinks he doesn’t like them because he is too scared to talk to them? [Enjoy!!:) I know you waited so long for this.]

Word count: 955

Originally posted by puckducky

Another day, another small smile – that’s how it has been happening between you and the Carolina Hurricanes rookie, Sebastian Aho, for the past few months, since he moved into your building. It wasn’t something you’ve been looking forward to but you’ve come to consider it as something normal every time you’re in the roof top together which, for some reason, is almost every day.

Have you ever talked to him? No but it doesn’t matter. He smiles at you every time he passes by and you think that’s cute. He’s cute.

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