spot on ladder


Hey guys! So I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a super long time, but it deals with pretty tricky subject matter so I’ve been a little nervous, but you guys responded so well to my last angsty fic I thought I’d give it a go! This one is superrrr long and I’m sorry about that, but once I got going I just couldn’t stop!

She stared down at the bright pink, sugary drink sitting in front of her. The intense smell of strawberry, sugar syrup invading her nose. Nudging the picture perfect milkshake out of her line of Vision, she couldn’t stop thinking about what her mother had said,

“You’re looking very puffy Elizabeth, I can’t believe all the weight you’ve put on. It’s all those sugary drinks you’ve been consuming, Polly would never let herself get this way.”

“You okay B?” The feminine voice of her gorgeous raven haired friend broke her out of her thoughts. She would give anything to look like Veronica. Her body was lean and her slender face held none of the baby fat Betty was sure held permanent residence on her own face.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Just thinking.”

Veronica and Kevin fell back into conversation about Audrey hepburn.

“You haven’t touched your milkshake, is it too cold?” The moody, beanie wearing boy beside her questioned, pulling the straw into his own mouth.

She smiled, admiring the way his muscular arms stretched across the booth, he could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound, she had just recently discovered how built his body was underneath all those layers on clothing. It was a well kept secret. Well if you weren’t Betty cooper who couldn’t manage to keep her hands off of him.

“No , no it’s fine.” She dipped her finger into the whipped cream shooting him a smile and popping it into her mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, smiling hesitantly.

The conversation continued for the next hour until Veronica’s mother came to pick her up, Kevin hitching a ride.
“Walk me home?” she whispered

“You got it Juliet.” He winked

She giggled as they hit the street, they walked in comfortable silence before Jughead broke the quiet

“You okay bets? You’ve been quiet all day.”

She smiled at his concern,

“I’m fine juggie, just a lot on my Mind.”

“Well my favorite blonde, I suggest you stop thinking so much, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” He smirked as they reached her house

“Thanks jug, I’ll keep that in mind.” She rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Your castle awaits” he said gesturing towards her front door.

“Thank you my prince.” She curtseyed, “I’ll see you tommorow.”

As soon as she reached for the doorknob he called her name “Betty?” She turned around raising a brow

“If you ever need to talk, I’m always here.” He said smiling softly

“Thanks juggie.” Before the door closed and he headed in the direction of his house

Something wasn’t right about Betty, she was hardly eating anything, he watched her skip over lunch, pushing food around her plate. And dinner at pops was almost nonexistent. She looked tired and he noticed the way some of her clothes hung off her shoulders. It made his stomach clench and his chest hurt. This was Betty he was talking about, if she was hurting she would tell him



Turning to face herself in the mirror, betty lifted her sweater over stomach, running a hand over the almost flat area. She punched the skin there and frowned. Her mom was right , she was getting big, sure her pants were loose on her but she couldn’t see any difference, her thighs still jiggled a little bit as she ran the track and her cheeks were just as chubby as ever.

A knock on the window scared her, causing her to rip her sweater back down over her body. Turning she spotted Jughead scaling the ladder he had placed by her bedroom window. She smiled and went to help him lift the window.


“What’s up?” He climbed through the window smiling confused at her.

“Just getting ready for school, what are you doing here so early?”

“Thought I could walk you to school, we can grab breakfast on the way.” He raised a brow, waiting for her answer.

“Oh juggie, I was gonna run the track a few times before first period, raincheck?”

He sat on her bed

“Bets you’ve rainchecked me all week, you’ve run that track so much I’m surprised you still have feet to run with.”

She smiled nervously
“Come on, don’t be silly, exercise is good for you.” She grabbed her bag, moving to climb out the window.

He watched her for a second, his eyes moving to the mirror he caught her staring at herself in just minutes before. What was happening to her?

She talked the whole way to school, leaving him no time to ask her anything.

“Okay juggie, I’ll see you after school, I hate tuesdays we don’t have any blocks together.” She pouted.

He smiled softly

“It’s not my favorite day of the week either, you sure you don’t wanna grab something to eat in the caf? I can bring you something?” He asked a little desperately.

She shook her head placing a hand to his cheek,
“I’m okay juggie, I’ll see you later okay.” He nodded silently, it felt like he was always watching her walk away these days.

The day went by so incredibly slow for Jughead, all he could think about was Betty and that fact that her collar bones were becoming more and more prominent. It didn’t make any sense to him, he loved food, he would never pass up food especially not willingly.

Kevin seemed to catch on that something was on his new friends mind,

“Penny for your thoughts” he said in jugheads ear, causing the dark haired boy to jump.

“Jesus, Keller you can be really creepy you know that?”

Kevin smiled “you flatter me, anyway what’s on your exceptionally intelligent mind?”

Jughead allowed himself to stroke his ego at the compliment, before instantly frowning again.

“It’s Betty, I don’t think she’s eating, I mean it’s so obvious she’s losing weight, she can’t afford to lose anymore weight she’ll waste away. And all she wants to do is run on that damn track, like I know she loves to work out but it’s getting crazy, she’s gonna run herself sick, and I tried talking to her but..”

Kevin cut him off with a shake of his head
“It’s just like last year.”

Jugheads head snapped up

“Last year, this already happened?”

Kevin sighed sitting down
“Last year, Betty tried out for the cheerleading squad and was turned away, Cheryl told her she was too fat and Betty pretty much lost it. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t talk to anyone and she pretty much locked herself away in her room. It took the health teacher to finally get her help. It was scary, I thought I was gonna lose my best friend.” Kevin choked up a bit, shaking his head to rid himself of his tears.

Jugheads jaw clenched, no. He wasn’t gonna let that happen, Betty was beautiful and whoever was telling her differently was gonna have to speak to him.
“Thanks Kev, I gotta find Betty. I’ll see you later.”
He threw his books into his bag, Betty had said she’d meet him by the lockers but she wasn’t there. He waited about ten minutes before he shook his head. He knew where she was.

Taking off he practically ran to the track field. Sure enough there was Betty, sneakers pounding the pavement her chest heaving, her slim legs pumping and she came to a halt, bending over and placing her head in her hands.

Alright, that was it.

“Betty!” He called.

She whipped around , her eyes going wide when she caught his “what time is it?! Am I late?! I set my alarm, it was supposed to go off I was gonna meet you by the lockers!” She breathed heavy

“But you didn’t, you’re here. Running. Again.” He said trying to remain cool.

She raised a brow, confused by his tone

“If you’re Angry I’m late, I’m sorry I lost track of time I..”

He cut her off

“You aren’t eating.” He said bluntly.

Her eyes widened

“You’re not eating, you’re skipping meals, you won’t talk to me, all you do is work out and You look so tired Betty.” He said softly.

Her eyes welled up and she looked away avoiding his eyes

“I’m fine juggie. I’ve just been busy.”

His hand went to her chin pulling her face up and towards his

“And now you’re lying to me.”

Almost in an instant, she broke down, her knees giving out as his arms went to hold her upright, wrapping around her waist.

“Jughead ..” she choked

“It’s okay bets, it’s okay”

He let her cry for a few minutes before gently pulling away.

“Talk to me ” he said with pleading eyes.

She took a deep shaky breathe,
“I’m gross, I’m huge, I.. I run and run and I’ll never look like Veronica, I skip meals and I’m still bigger than Polly. Everyone can see it. I don’t know what else to do.” She sounded so broken it made his heart physically hurt.

“No. you’re wrong, you’re beautiful. There is nothing wrong with your body. You don’t have to look like Veronica or Polly or even Cheryl, you’re gorgeous the way you are.”

She looked into his eyes, lip quivering

“But my mom…”
He cut her off

“Is unhappy with herself so she takes that out on you, she wishes she looked half as good as you do. All the girls in this school wish they looked like you Betty. You’re making yourself sick, I can see how tired you are and your clothes are hanging off of you. You need to eat, you need to sleep. Let me buy you dinner okay? Then I’ll take you home and you can sleep.”

Her eyes softened, only a few remaining tears leaking out

“…you really think I’m beautiful? I’m not too big?”

He clutched her hand in his bringing her even tighter against his chest .

“The most beautiful girl in this damn school , and you’re not even close to being big, you’re too small, but even if you were I wouldn’t change a single thing, you’re my favorite person Betty and I don’t appreciate you trying to take her away from me.” He smiled down at her.

She giggled lightly, reaching up to press her hand to his cheek.
“Thankyou juggie.”

He smiled clearing his throat

“Also” he choked

She looked at him confused and waiting


He just stared at her. Was now the right time? he didn’t want to take advantage of her, but damn did he want to kiss her.

“What” she spoke again, this time smiling her eyes darting down to his lips

Screw it.

His mouth was on hers before she even had time to process what was going on. He was stroking her face gently and he couldn’t help but moan. Damn she was a good kisser. That familiar taste of peaches and cream he always smelt on her didn’t disappoint, she was gorgeous and soft and he never wanted to let go.

Pulling away he sighed out of relief, how long had he been waiting to do that? Too long.

She was smiling at him eyes closed when suddenly the sound of a gurgling stomach caused her to look up, blushing.

“Well I think that means it’s time to head out” he held open his palm ready to thread their fingers together. She obliged happily, snuggling into his side.

It was gonna take time but he was gonna help Betty Cooper slay all of her dragons.

One by one.

It’s about time NXT bookers realized that they ought to be giving DIY the Takeover main event spot instead of Roode.

DIY did it AGAIN. Their team chemistry and their ability to have an epic match with literally anyone is unparalleled by any team except maybe the Revival. This match was so good. Excellent tag team work, some truly disgusting ladder spots, believable drama/DIY hope spots, fantastic storytelling. AOP were clunky and awkward in places, but what can you do?

Gargano about killed himself on the huge ladder cross body spot. Scared me for a sec. DIY hit their stereo knee strike/superkick finisher on one AOP with a ladder surrounding his head GOOD GRIEF. CIAMPA GERMAN SUPLEXED ONE AOP OFF A LADDER THROUGH ANOTHER LADDER. And Gargano pushing Ciampa out of the way and taking that brutal ladder shot under the chin for him???? Holy HECK. Gargano taking that bullet makes Ciampa look like an even bigger asshole for turning on Gargano post-match. Excellent attention to detail.

SPEAKING OF WHICH… In the long run, a DIY split is a terrible idea. Tag team chemistry like those two have is SO rare. Throwing it away for a three or four month feud is short sighted. In the short run, it’s a fairly good idea. That heel turn couldn’t have been booked, executed, or sold any better. Both guys were phenomenal in their roles. And obviously, with such a well-executed turn and two guys who are that good at telling a story, they’ll have a tremendous grudge match. Or better yet, a three-match series, culminating in the next Takeover’s main event. If they’re gonna do this, they have to do it right.

Still gonna hold onto hope that this isn’t permanent though. The main roster tag division needs DIY, and DIY need the tag division to keep from getting lost in the shuffle as singles.

So to summarize my feelings: This was a great match and a great heel turn, and I’m really interested to see where it goes. I just hope it doesn’t keep Gargano and Ciampa apart for good or negatively affect their WWE careers in the long term.

Legitimate Writing Advice

You see this? This cute little stick dude on a ladder? This is called Hayakowa’s ladder of abstraction. I had a writing professor who swore by it. He maintained that using it properly would improve your writing and, more importantly, its ability to actually connect with your readers, and this works for fiction (both prose and poetry) as well as nonfiction. 

Now, the ladder moves from the abstract (at the top) to the concrete (at the bottom). In the picture, the example starts with “animal” and slowly becomes more and more concrete, moving down the ladder, until “animal” becomes “my three-year-old dog Bella.”

Most writers like to hang out at the top of the ladder, sticking exclusively to abstract concepts. The abstract involves ideals or emotions, thoughts or generalities– love, hope, knowledge, worry, people, peace, faith. Anything that can’t be physically seen and heard. 

There’s nothing wrong with writing at the top of the ladder. Of course there isn’t. But fiction writers, I know you’ve heard the “show, don’t tell” maxim. Poetry writers, if you’ve ever taken any workshops, you’ve probably been told to “move out of the abstract.” This ladder is saying the same thing.

You don’t want to stick to one spot on the ladder. You want to move up and down it. 

If you’re writing a love poem and it’s all emotions and flowery language, move down the ladder for a line or two. Add a line about the time you went kayaking together. Or something. 

If you’re writing a paper about Mary Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Woman and you’re talking about the injustices women face but the entire paper seems vague and lofty, mention concrete examples of those injustices. 

This works both ways. You don’t want to write entirely in the concrete either. Maybe you’re writing a short story and nothing seems to happen. It’s just a character mopping the floor at work. Well, add some abstract to that! How is the character feeling about the mopping? What does the mopping have to do with the grand scheme of the world? How many years has the character spent mopping, day in and day out? The possibilities here are endless; explore them!

Well, that’s it for my rant. Next time you’re writing and you’re stuck, just take a step up or down the ladder. You’ll find it may help. Use it to write your next History paper, and you’ll find it’ll boost your grade. (See what I just did there? That was moving down the ladder.) 

The Ballerina

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and Steve are on the run, jumping from rooftop to rooftop and in a last attempt to ditch the people trailing them, they crash through a large stained glass window and right into a theater. Reader is a dancer at the theater and has no idea what’s going on when two super-soldiers. land in the middle of her stage during a show. (Sorry this is a really shit summary)

Warnings: smashing stuff? idk is that even a warning? swearing

This is also long af I apologize

Let me know if you want a part 2!

(Picture is not mine)

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             Modern day. England. Families in business with others. Children born in the upper class of each town. The perfect façades, money coming from left && right. The real business happens in the hidden corners, behind closed doors. Property. Drugs. Guns. Deals, Papers. Treaties. By now, everything feels normal. Organized crime fills the streets as if all of them were born to do it. Is expected to keep a straight face, a gun on your hip, && open eyes when taking lives. Not all of them want to, but fathers always have the last word on the business. Bloody knuckles. Smoke. Bullets. Most of the bussiness in handled on tables, with words they all keep, is better if no one goes against others on their own. It’s better if no one messes with others’ business. It’s better, yes, but that doesn’t mean all keep their words. That doesn’t mean smiles are sweet && soft, && slender fingers are kept away from pulling triggers. No. People mess with others. Fight. Punch. Kill. A warning, two, three. Hatred fills bodies, blood fills the streets. 

             Targaryens. Martells. Tyrells. Baratheons. Lannisters. Big names, big famillies. They all deal with their own bussiness, the façade && the real one. Marriages connect heirs, treaties born out of good relations, out the need of expanding connections. Rhaegar Targaryen, Mace Tyrell && Doran Martell form an alliance since they become the ruling hand of each family. Years of peace, years of hoarding && becoming more && more rich. Children grew up together, learn the bussiness as soon as they are old enough to. Rich kids, cars, clothes. They grew up in both shadow && light. Under stranger circunstances, Rhaegar Targaryen dies, leaving two kids under the care of his wife && the martell family. Viserys, engaged to Arianne Martell, takes charge of her brother’s business. Good relationship with Willas Tyrell, keeps his family close. It is when Daenerys, hating on her brother, plots to destroy the alliance && earn a spot up the ladder for herself. A plot that ends with Oberyn Martell shooting Willas by accident && leaving him crippled. A plot that has no witnesses, not real purpose. A plot that ends all bonds between the Tyrell family && the other two.

             Daenerys marries a foreigner, Drogo something. Crowning herself the head of the Targaryen empire, after making her husband kill her brother, claiming self defense towards his abusive behavior. It is then when things get out of hand && families seek for new alliances to put Rhaegar’s daughter on the place Dany claims for herself. It is then when problems born from ashes. Revenge, the need for blood.


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thatoneonfire  asked:

Gajevy + wish for the three sentence fic!



“Gajeel, I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing,” Levy warned from her spot on top of the ladder as she reached for a book. Today was a bad day to wear her favorite dress…

“Wouldn’t dream of it, short stack,” he told her, but sneaked a peek when she wasn’t looking down at him like she would murder him.

Levy’s hand missed the book a few times before she grabbed ahold of it. “Got it!” Levy said, a bright grin on her face. Gajeel felt his heart racing from the cute smile, not because he could see her panties.

The ladder began to shift and Levy lost her footing within seconds of grabbing the book. “Whoa!” she gasped, and Gajeel’s stance went from casual to on guard. She wobbled for a few moments, and Levy held back a scream. She had to be quiet in the library!

He held his arms out to catch her, and Levy fell off of the ladder at once. She fully trusted Gajeel to catch her, and he did. She fell into his arms bridal-style and opened her eyes to see his crimson ones gazing down at her.

Levy wished more than anything in that moment as she gazed at him that he would kiss her. They had been back and forth flirting for months, and obviously she had picked out the panties she wore today for a reason. She liked teasing the gruff man, but she liked it most when he was soft.

They looked at each other, watching the other’s pupils expand in attraction. Their heart beats synchronized, and Gajeel gulped out of nervousness. To Levy’s shock, Gajeel’s face was now redder than her own.

After a few moments of silence, Levy opened her now-dry mouth.

“Gajeel,” she rasped, “I hope you’re not thinking what you think I’m thinking.”

She leaned up to clasp her arms around his neck, and he grinned down at her as he pulled her closer and closer still.

Their lips met in the quietness of afternoon, with the smell of books around them and a slight must from the age. Gajeel smelled of lumber and sage, and Levy breathed in his scent as she pulled herself closer to him. Gajeel groaned as Levy’s tongue pushed it’s way into his mouth, and he had to stay quiet so the librarian wouldn’t shush him.

When they finally broke apart, their breath heaving, Gajeel smiled at Levy once more. Levy’s face was flushed with infatuation and slight lust, and her palms were sweaty as she held herself up.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Levy,” he said, and he leaned in to kiss her again.


There ya go! I hope I made it fluffy enough. ^^

Requests are open! 😘

anonymous asked:

can you write a Jikook fic where they are in a secret relationship but please don't end it with them coming out. Thank You

Originally posted by jiminizedx

A/N: I really really enjoyed writing this.

Be Quieter Next Time 

Jungkook usually despises Namjoon’s snoring. The guttural roars seem to make the entire room shake, in addition to preventing the rapidly growing maknae from getting any sleep. But today he welcomes them. Today he waits for them. They signal that the leader has fallen asleep and that Jungkook can leave the room without any suspicious eyes watching him. He pushes away heavy blankets and holds on tightly to metal railing as he begins his descend to the floor. Having the top bunk seemed like such a great idea when they’d first moved in, but now it was cumbersome trying to listen out between squeaks of the loose railing for any stops in Namjoon’s stuffy breathing. 

Jungkook is almost at the bottom, having one more step on the cold metal ladder before he reaches the soft carpet, or whatever and whichever of the boy’s clothing items is in the way of the soft carpet. He’s stretching out his foot while peering down at Namjoon when he hears it- a break in his snoring. In that moment his heart stops beating. Instead it jumps up into his throat and prevents him from coming up with any plausible excuses because “I had to use the bathroom” and “I was just going to go get a glass of water” are going to get stuck on the tip of his tongue. He waits, sweat surely forming on his brow despite his lack of movement. He’s completely still as the leader lies just a few inches away from him. Right now if Namjoon were to open his eyes he’d see nothing but Jungkook, stealing away and looking guilty as hell. But he doesn’t. He coughs before shifting on to his side and just a few painstaking seconds later he’s back to his incessant snoring. Jungkook releases a silent sigh in relief and soon he’s on the floor then out the door. 

He can hear the others sleeping behind their closed doors and walks slowly and silently just to be sure not to wake them. He peers down the dimly lit hallway, there’s one single source of light coming from a lamp in the living room, but it’s enough to illuminate the way for him. It’s cold. It’s not that the company doesn’t pay for heating, because they definitely do. It’s just that Yoongi likes to keep it that way, in the entire house, no matter what the season. And no one dares to challenge him on it so it’s best to keep on extra blankets and extra layers at all times. Especially if you don’t want Jin to nag you about it later. But of course Kookie forgot. He realizes this as he tip toes directly under an open vent. More goosebumps rise on his exposed skin as he feels the cold breeze run down his body, adding to the ones that had already formed in anticipation of Jimin’s touch. 

He needs this. It’s the only time he and Jimin can be alone. He wants Jimin alone. They’re a closely knit group and even in their free time there are hardly any moments without Hoseok trying to dance with or on Jimin and without Taehyung trying to play some game with Jungkook, which he’ll surely cheat at anyway. When he finally spots his fluffy headed hyung, alone and dressed in nothing but a sleeveless white muscle T and black shorts, it takes everything in him not to jump up and embrace him. “What took you so long? Damn, it’s so cold.” Jimin whines, rubbing his hands up and down his bare arms in a struggle for more warmth. And Jungkook thinks that he is going to use the temperature as an excuse to touch him but he doesn’t. It’s a little game they play. Seeing who will budge first. Sometimes it involves teasing and other times a whole lot of denial, but it always ends the same way. Jungkook almost always wins. And he doesn’t even have to do much. One bunny toothed smile or one bit of poorly executed aegyo will have Jimin ogling over him, running hands over his sides or his hair or his thighs. “Namjoon almost caught me!” The younger whisper yells. Jimin raises his eyebrows, making them get lost in his sunset tresses. 

“Really? I guess you’re just going to have to be quieter next time, aren’t you?” “Yeah.” Jungkook inches forward, semi-unknowingly. “I guess.” There’s nothing in the room but silence and unmet sexual tension. The heavy breathing of both of the deprived boys, who are too immature to put their competitive nature aside, fills the spacious living room. It bounces off of the walls but doesn’t penetrate them. It only fills and fogs up Jungkook’s mind, making him hate himself for being so emulous as now the only thing he can do is fist at his shorts as he impatiently waits for Jimin to make the next move. “I really wanted to s-see you.” Jimin stutters, the cold now affecting his speech. “Why?” The maknae asks softly and it has to be one of the stupidest questions of the year but he doesn’t care because he isn’t even thinking right now. Because his hyung is shivering and it’s too cute. Jimin tilts his head to the side and his orange creamsicle locks part to show a greater portion of his round face. He pouts his lip and pushes his eyebrows together, all for reasons unknown to the rapidly failing maknae. At this point, Jungkook doesn’t even care about the game, about how this has to be his quickest and easiest loss of all time.
He rushes forward, reaching up before he reaches Jimin. So that way when he does he can embrace him. As his lips crash against his, his arms quickly snake their way around his body. Jimin didn’t react in time. He hardly expected the stubborn maknae to give in so quickly, so when he did he hadn’t yet moved out of the way and now his arms were trapped, squeezed against both of their bodies. Jungkook runs his hand up to Jimin’s head, tangling his fingers in his soft waves as he pushes their faces closer together. He presses his lips hard against Jimin’s before the older finally grants him entrance. As Jungkook’s tongue teasingly runs inside of Jimin’s mouth he looses it. He knows better than to moan out at this hour, but that doesn’t stop him from releasing a small wimped as he grips onto Jungkook’s too thin shirt. The two boys make out for what seems like minutes of breathlessness and sheer passion before one of them finally breaks. 

Jimin pushes away just for a moment, only to catch his breath as he looks back at the slightly dishelved and wholly lusting Jungkook. “This is why.” And it hasn’t even been three seconds yet before Jimin is jumping back on him. His legs wrapping around his waist as his lips dance with his. Jungkook has his hands under his thighs as he leads him to the wall to press him up against it. The contrast between Jungkook’s still slightly chapped lips and Jimin’s puffy ones doesn’t matter as they both melt into the kiss for the second time. The older pulls away and Jungkook moves lower to suck on his exposed collarbones, still hungry and not yet satisfied. Then again who could ever get full of Jimin. He has just the right amount of everything in all of the right places and Jungkook felt it now more than ever as he tightened his grip on his hyung’s thick legs.

“How has your day been?” Jimin breathes out. “Pretty stressful, yours?” Jungkook rushes in between kisses to his neck. “It just got better- ah!” Jimin interjects himself as Jungkook begins nibbling at that spot he knows drives the ladder over the edge. “Stop, Jungkookie. You’re going to leave a mark.” It comes out as a protest and a moan as Jungkook’s open mouthed kisses become harder. “Fine.” The maknae grumbles quietly, not yet pulling away fully as he delivers a peck to the abused skin. He may or may not know that “leaving a mark” wouldn’t have been the only reason that they would have been caught if he continued. “You’re catching on to the dance pretty fast.” Jimin quickly returns back to his casual conversation, not wanting the mood to completely simmer down. “Yeah?” The golden maknae raises his head to stare straight into Jimin’s eyes. The praise suddenly lighting a determined spark within his own. “Mhm.” The older nods. “Your singing is really improving.” Jungkook adjust his position, possibly pinning Jimin even more into the wall, and even more possibly grinding against him along the way.  "I don’t know if I told you that already?“

“You did.” Jimin tries to play off the way his breath hitched in his throat with a cheesy smile and a casual wrap of his arms around Jungkook’s neck. “That’s because I’m so proud of hyung.” Jungkook smiles, an unrestrained genuine smile. If any of the other members were to hear the two boys’s conversation right now they’d think the only thing out of the ordinary about it was the fact that Jungkook actually wasn’t being a little shit. They wouldn’t suspect that the two were actually in a relationship and had just broken away from sucking each others faces off because constantly being around someone you love when they’re sweaty and you’re sweaty and they’re hip thrusting and you’re hip thrusting is a lot to handle and makes for a lot of built up frustration. And the frustration can only be released during the wee hours of the night because if any earlier the two would risk being caught. And being caught is the last thing either of them wants. Especially when sneaking around adds to the adrenaline that runs through their veins at the mere thought of each other. The thrill of someone walking in when Jungkook has Jimin pressed against a wall and when Jimin is writhing in pleasure as he goes back in for thirds, it’s enough to keep them going and to keep them hiding.

Showdown (pt. 3)

Originally posted by luxinfinitum

( ^^ protect him at all costs )

Showdown (part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Prompt: Please part 3 for showdown!! Add more bucky x reader fluffy and cutness :-) :-)
Warnings: None :)

Part 1 →
Part 2 →

So there wasn’t that much fluff in it as I hoped, just a warning :3

    There were five minutes left, and you were slightly panicking. No one hasn’t shown up, and at any moment you felt as if someone is going to jump out from the shadows and startle you. You cautiously stalked around the second floor, eyes wide. Suddenly, there was a rustle. 

    “Ouch, dammit Clint!” You heard Natasha whisper.

    “Sorry Natasha, it’s just uncomfortable to be lying on my stomach,” Clint whispered back. You whipped around, seeing Natasha and Clint laying side by side on their stomach. Their guns were propped up, aiming at the other Avengers below on the ground floor. 

    “Pst, guys!” You whispered, immediately capturing the attention of the both of them. 

    “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Natasha hissed. 

    “How many people did you get?” You quietly asked them, slightly curious. 

    “Everyone, but mainly Tony. He’s easy to find,” Clint whispered back, turning back his attention to the main floor. 

    “Oh,” you breathed. 

    “Y/N, watch out!” Natasha alerted you. You jumped and spun around, seeing Steve run towards you from a few yards away. 

    “Oh dear,” you muttered, starting to run away from Clint and Natasha before Steve can find their position.

    “It’s been more than ten seconds Y/N!” Steve shouted from behind you. You spotted a ladder, and you quickly hurried to it. You swung your body off of the floor, positioning your feet on the rungs. The floor shook, the sounds of Steve’s footsteps resonating. You shrieked as you slid down the ladder, not bothering to climb down the rungs. In a second, your feet planted on the ground. Suddenly, someone came up behind you and tapped on your shoulder. 

    “Ah!” You cried out, your gun ready. Thankfully, it was Pietro. You sighed in relief, then look back up worriedly. 

     "What’s happening?“ Pietro asked you quickly. 

   "Steve found me,” you replied, getting ready to dash away. Pietro’s eyes widened, looking alarmed. He walked past you and faced the ladder. 

    “I’ll distract him,” Pietro announced confidently. You rolled your eyes. 

    “Don’t need to be that dramatic,” you said. All of a sudden, you saw Steve appear from the top of the ladder. He looked livid. Fear shot through you. “You go distract him,” you said hurriedly before you dashed away. You ran for two minutes, not encountering anyone. You slowed your pace. No one seemed to be here on the ground floor; all of the sound was coming up above. Your gun lowered as you walked through the maze. Suddenly, you felt someone touch your wrist. Startled, you spun around and your gun raised. Bucky stood before you, his gun also raised. He started to advance towards you, and you instinctively stepped back. 

    “Get away from me cyborg,” you warned, slightly terrified. Bucky’s face softened, a bit too quickly, and started to lower his gun. 

    “Oh Y/N… I would never hurt you,” Bucky said softly. At first you believed him, before you shook your head. Get it together Y/N, he’s just trying to get back at you.

    “You’re never gonna catch me,” you said suddenly. Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed.

    “Now wait—” Bucky started, but it was too late. You already took off. The wind blew in your face as you ran through the maze. “Come on!” Bucky shouted, frustrated as he ran after you. You dodged walls and mirrors, and occasionally turned back and to shoot Bucky in the chest. And you got him every time. You tried to lose him by going up the second floor and back down, sharply turing at random corners, but you can’t seem to shake him off. After a few minutes, the music suddenly stopped playing, making you stop running. You stopped your tracks a bit too abruptly and turned around to tell Bucky that the game was over. However, you stopped too abruptly, causing Bucky to collide into you. You yelped as you crashed to the ground, Bucky on top of you.  

    “My god,” you muttered as you tried to move. However, Bucky’s weight was keeping you from getting up. You looked up, seeing Bucky’s eyes staring into yours. “Um, can you get off of me?” Bucky blinked a couple times. 

    “Oh—sorry!” Bucky stuttered as he rolled off of you and stood up. You groaned as you sat up on your butt. The lights at the exit door light up. 

    “We have to go,” you told him. Bucky stretched out his metal arm, and you grasped it and pulled yourself up. “Thanks,” you mumbled. The both of you headed for the exit. 

    “Y/N?” Bucky called out.

    “Hm?” You turned around, and Bucky immediately shot you in the chest. You rolled your eyes.

    “Nice,” You said. Bucky smiled at your comment and continued to walk to the exit with you. Once the both of you walked out, you saw the other Avengers returning their equipment. You tore off your vest and hung it, along with the gun.  

    “That was really fun,” Wanda said as she, too, took off her vest. 

    “Hey guys, the scores are up.” Steve said, pointing at the TV suspended above. Everyone’s eyes looked up, viewing the scores. Clint and Natasha were tied for first, and you were in second. Bucky was third, Bruce was fourth, then Pietro, Steve, and Wanda. Tony and Thor were tied for last. Tony groaned out loud.

    “No fair, I demand a rematch,” declared Tony. You scoffed.

    “How was this not fair?” Steve asked. Tony pointed his finger at Clint and Natasha, who were currently high-fiving each other. 

    “They kept on shooting me!" 

    "Are you guys hungry?” You asked attempting to stop the rising argument.

    “Yes, I am in need of sustenance.” Thor replied loudly. 

    “There’s a mall nearby, we can go get some food at the food court,” You said, walking to the exit. 

    “Sure, let’s go,” Pietro said, running to open the door for you. Once you stepped outside, Bucky came by your side. 

    “So, Y/N, you won.” Bucky said. You smirked and turned to him. 

    “I guess you’ll be buying me lunch.” Bucky laughed out loud and opened the limo door for you. 

    “Punishment fits the crime,”

Author’s Note: Sorry if it sucked, I didn’t really have any ideas for Part 3 so I kind of winged it :( But I hoped you enjoyed it :) Follow for more stories like this! <3

Showdown (pt. 2)

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Showdown (part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Prompt:  could you do something where the avengers are playing laser tag and in the end it’s just the reader vs. bucky WITH LOTS OF FLUFF AND BADASSEREY thank youuuuuuuuuu
Warnings: Curses, a weeee bit a flirting XD

Part 1 →

    You, Natasha, Clint, and Pietro stood at one doorway while the other team stood at the other. 

    “You all know where you guys are going?” you muttered. Natasha, Clint, and Pietro nodded at the same time.

    “Basically, me and Clint are the snipers,” Natasha asked, confirming with you. You nodded.

     "Are you ready?“ The man shouted from behind you. You grinned as you cracked your neck. Suddenly, the door slowly opened, and you bolted into the dark arena. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you quickly assessed your surroundings. Staircases, ramps, and ladders led up to a second floor, and the main floor was set up like a maze by using mirrors and walls. Neon paint was splattered upon the walls, loud techno music was playing over speakers, and fog filled the arena. Natasha and Clint dispersed together, running up to the second floor. The other team scattered around the arena, some running up the ramp and others dashing into the maze. It was too dark to tell who was who. You turned to your side, finding Pietro with his gun ready. 

    "Let’s kick some butt,” said Pietro as he grinned widely. The black light made his white teeth turn freakishly blue, and you laughed at the sight.

    “You go left, I go right. Shoot at anyone in sight,” you ordered, before Pietro sprinted to his left. You swiveled on your heel and ran in the opposite direction. After running for a few seconds, you slowed down and stuck closely to the walls, listening intently. It wasn’t long until you heard Tony curse loudly. 

    “Thor, you weren’t supposed to get me!” you heard Tony complain from above you. He must be on the second floor with Thor. “Now I can’t shoot anyone for ten seconds!" 

    "Do not raise your voice at me, metal man!” Thor roared, before you heard him pull his trigger again. An electric sound effect emitted from his laser gun, and Tony groaned again. 

     "That’s it, I’m done,“ Tony muttered.  

    You continued to stalk around the ground floor, careful of your surroundings. Suddenly, you saw someone fly by. In a swift movement, you brought your gun up, ready to shoot. You lurked around the area, searching for the source of the movement. Immediately, there was a rustle behind you. You spun around and started shooting your gun. Steve jumped out from behind a wall and tried to shoot you, but he was too late. You aimed at his chest, and Steve’s gun disabled.

    "Hey!” Steve exclaimed, frowning at his own gun. As he shook the gun, attempting to bring it back to life. You stopped shooting him and smiled. 

    “Steve, honey, you can’t shoot anyone for ten seconds.” You said. He looked up, seeming furious. 

   "Excuse me?!“ Steve growled. "Once these ten seconds are over, you are so going down.” You raised your eyebrows, slightly stunned at how aggressive Steve was (and you were kind of liking it). 

    “Fine then,” you sang out loud and shot him in the chest one last time. 

    “Hey wait—!” Steve shouted at you. You sprinted through the maze, dodging the walls and mirrors. You were so caught up with trying to run away from Steve, that you didn’t notice someone was running after you. You passed by a mirror, you glanced at it. Wanda was following you. Both fear and adrenaline shot through you, making you run even faster. 

    “Coming to get you!” Wanda laughed out loud from behind you. You made the mistake of looking back, and you saw Wanda raising her gun. As Wanda was about to shoot you in the back, you side-stepped, disorienting Wanda. Wanda yelped as she crashed into a mirror. You spotted a ladder to your left, and you raced towards it. The ladder shook slightly as you scrambled up to the second floor. Once you came up, you were greeted by Bruce. 

    “Hello,” Bruce said, smiling. He raised his gun and shot you, before you said or did anything. You grumbled to yourself as you got up on your feet. 

    “That was rude,” you muttered, before running past him. As you ran, you dodged multiple mirrors and structures. Suddenly, Thor came in your way and you collided into him. 

    “Woah!” You gasped, stumbling on your feet. 

    “Y/N?” Thor exclaimed, slightly surprised. It took you a few seconds to collect yourself, before you shot Thor in the chest. “How dare you!” Thor shouted as you ran away from him. After a few minutes of running non-stop, you crouched down behind a barrel to catch your breath. Several battle cries rang out in the arena, plus a few curses. 

    “Where the hell are you, spider and bird? Stop shooting me!” You heard Tony shout out from the main floor.  As you stayed there for a few minutes, you were starting to relax. 

    “Brother, stop attacking me!” Wanda shouted from the ground floor, followed by the sound of feet running up the stairs. You turned, seeing Wanda frantically running away from Pietro. She turned around, gasped, then turned back front again. You decided to stop her. In a flash, you stood up from behind the barrel and shot her in the chest. Wanda’s eyes widened as staggered backwards and whipped around, preparing to escape from you. However, Pietro was there to greet her.

    “Hello,” Pietro said, grinning widely. Wanda shrieked as she ran away from him. Wanda passed you, along with Pietro. You exhaled loudly and crouched back down. A few minutes passed, and you heard someone suddenly fire at your back. Your eyes widened as you stood up quickly from the ground. You turned around, finding Bucky holding his gun. 

    “Gotcha,” Bucky laughed. As he walked towards you, you could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. You watched Bucky carefully, expecting Bucky to attack you again. Your gun would turn back on in a ten seconds. Should you run or… 

    “I guess you did,” you agreed, a smile playing on your lips. You started to advance towards him, and Bucky eyes widened as he took a step back. 

    “Y/N, wha—what are you doing…” Bucky mumbled nervously as he took another step backwards. His back pressed up on the wall, trapping himself. You came up to him, smirking. 

    “Time to collect your prize,” you whispered, before pressing your lips against his. You could hear Bucky gasp softly, his lips melting into yours. Bucky groaned as he started to press onto you, wanting more. His metal arm raised and his hand went through your hair. Suddenly, you pulled away, raising your gun. Bucky frowned.

    “Y/N, what’s going o—?” Bucky stopped himself, realizing what you were doing. You shot him in the chest multiple times.

    “Gotcha,” you giggled. Bucky frowned. 

    “That was a dick move you know,” Bucky pouted. You laughed. 

    “It had to be done,” you replied, before waltzing away from him.

Author’s Note: I liked how the ending turned out, it was both cute and hot XD Thank you anon for requesting, hopefully it lived up to your expectations :) Follow for more writings like this! <3

Part 3:

hooray gajevy babies!

“Gajeel, quit it.”

“I’m not trying – it’s happenin’ on its own.” Gajeel grumbled. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“On the house, dummy.” Levy said obviously. “Where else?”

“And, why are we doing this?” He asked, grunting as a fleck of mint green paint fell on his shirt.

“Community service. You promised me you wouldn’t complain!” Levy threatened.

“Yeah but it’s so-“ he struggled for the right wording, “-boring. I can’t even think straight.”

“Just paint, you big dork.” She said with a chaste smile.

“What’s that guy doin’ on the roof?” Gajeel asked out of pure boredom.

“They’re chipping the paint closest to the roof,” she informed, “did you know that this house is so old, it had over seven layers of paint before now? It was so thick it started peeling, and the owner of the house was too old to chip it all herself, so she enlisted volunteers.”

Levy’s short history lesson did little to console Gajeel’s borebom.

“Guh. Why are we doin’ community service when we could be doing…other things…”

Levy slapped Gajeel’s shoulder.

“Don’t be perverted. Spot me on the ladder, would you?” she asked, and without waiting for an answer, she fearlessly leapt onto the towering metal ladder.

“Be careful up there –your short little legs can only reach so far!” he called up to her. If she were on the ground, it would’ve earned him a kick to the shin.

“Shut up, it’s not my fault I’m not an amazon like you!” She yelled back.

Gajeel held the ladder tightly while she painted the upper region of the house, taking nonchalant glances up at her bent over backside proudly. That belonged to him.

“Hey, you gonna come down anytime soon? You’re getting’ weird looks from the roof geezers.” Gajeel commented gruffly. They were way too old to be looking at her like that.

“I’m almost out of paint, I’ll be right down.” She answered distractedly. Tch. She was always in her own little world.

“Hurry up. I’m getting’ sick of holdin’ the ladder.” He said. And sick of watching those guys look at you like that…

One of the roof guys made a joke while pointing to her and Gajeel almost snapped his paintbrush in half.

“Ok, ok…chill out Mr. Grumpy-Boots.’ Levy said, while making a painfully slow descent from the ladder.

When her feet hit the ground, Gajeel had had enough.

“Kiss me.” He demanded roughly.

“What?” She asked confusedly.

“Guh,” Gajeel groaned, apparently he had to do all the work.

He reached forward, grabbed her cheeks with both hands and pulled her lips up to meet his, making what should’ve been something saved for private times painfully public. He always loved being unpredictable.

Levy squirmed a bit, before slowly giving in and letting him kiss her, earning a few wolf whistles from the people around him. It wasn’t his fault – he just had to show everybody that if they were going to look at her like that – they better damn well know exactly who they’re messing with.

Just before the kiss ended, Gajeel shot a glare at the roof men who were watching intently, sending them one, straightforward message. Mine.

Gajeel pulled from the kiss swiftly, whipping his arm around his tiny girlfriend’s shoulders and surveying his work with pride.

“Now that that’s over,” he said definitively, “let’s paint.”

Levy stared at him. Gajeel stared back.


“You’re going to be the death of me,” Levy answered simply, dipping her brush in more paint and spreading the unappealing color onto the siding.

“Touché,” Gajeel replied.

Levy laughed. That was why they were good together, she supposed.

ok ill finish the rest of the drabbles tomorrow im tired

Boats & Bridges pt. ii

Michael Clifford   rich boy!au

Originally posted by mcliffordmadness

“And where are you girls going?”

You and Ry paused halfway out the doorway, slowly turning towards Xavier who stood with his arms crossed behind the kitchen counter. You and Ry were dressed up for the occasion as well, sporting an all black attire with hints of red. You had remembered what some of the girls at the race wore and you had taken them into account, even going thrift store shopping with Ry a few hours prior, even though you had the luxury to shop at designer brand stores, but they didn’t exactly have your taste in clothing.

“Uhm, out?” you tried, Ry looking nervously beside you.

“At-“ Xavier takes a look at the clock ”-7 at night?“

You roll your eyes at your brother’s strictness and grab onto Ry before starting to walk out again. “It’s not even that late, Vi. We’re just gonna walk around and possibly be home by 9,” you retort. Xavier frowns. 

“You’re walking around in skinny jeans and leather jackets?” He asks suspiciously and that’s when you mentally face palm yourself for not having a better excuse. You couldn’t tell him that you and Ry were going to a party or meet up with friends since 1) you and Ry hated crowds and 2) only had each other, really.

You sigh in defeat and look up at him, annoyed. 

“Do you really wanna know?” you mumble, and as predicted, he nods in agreement.

“Last night while I was walking home, I caught a drag race going on and Michael Clifford was one of the contestants and-”

“Wait, wait, wait, back the fuck. up. Michael Clifford?” 

“Yes, but please don’t tell anyone. I’ve only told you and Ry and I want to see what he does-”

“He goes drag racing, Y/N. That’s why it’s called drag racing,” you hear Ry mutter sarcastically behind you and you turn to her to give her a glare.

You let out a huff of air, “I mean I just want to watch him. It’s not everyday you find out someone popular’s secret.”

Xavier takes a second before he sighs and gives in. He turns back around and just waves both you and Ry off.

“You’re goddamn lucky mum and dad are out of town again.”

You squeal and run over to Xavier, hugging him tightly with your arms around his neck, landing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. You grab Ry’s wrist and basically drag her out the door while yelling thanks to your brother over your shoulder.

“How are we going to get there?” Ry asks as you start walking down the sidewalk.

“By foot,” you answer, gaining a groan from her.


By the time you’ve arrived at the place you were the previous night, a race has already begun. The fence still blocked you from the actual crowd so you walked along the wire to find any other entrance and a few feet from the place you were before, you saw a little bridge that looked over the starting line, a hole in the fence where the bridge starts. 

“Ry!” You call out and wave her over, starting to crawl in. You could see that this was where everyone entered through, judging by the many footprints left on the cement. You spotted a ladder at the other edge of the bridge and you headed toward it, Ry following suit. 

When you had actually joined the crowd, it was quiet, not dead silent but quieter than it was when the racers were around. You were afraid people would look at you funny since you and Ry were new, but surprisingly, you had blended in with the crowd and no one seemed to take notice of you, the newbies, except the boy a few feet away from you with curly golden hair and a studded suede jacket. 

“You girls new here?” He asked, and you and Ry looked up and you could tell that Ry was about to buckle from his gaze. This stranger was genuinely attractive with his hazel eyes and sun kissed skin, you almost wanted to faint. He was probably older, or not from your school since you haven’t seem him around before.

“Yeah, passed by it last night actually,” you answered. His smile was wide and he held his hand out, which you took gratefully.

“I’m Ashton.”

“I’m Y/N and this is my best friend Ry.“ 

Ry shakes his hand nervously, a small blush painting her cheeks, even more so when Ashton notices her body language and winks at her, causing you to chuckle at her expense.

"So what brings you here?” Ashton asks. You and Ry look at each other before turning back to the older boy standing before you.

“We were actually curious because we saw one of our classmates race,” Ry answered slowly. 

“Really? Who?”

“Michael Clifford." 

Ashton’s smile drop and his eyebrows furrowed.

"You’re from Michael’s school?" 

You nodded hesitantly and Ashton sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"He- He doesn’t really- I don’t know how to explain it- he doesn’t want anyone from his-your- school to know he does it,” Ashton informed worriedly. You and Ry nodded in agreement. Of course you knew why, it was a big deal at your school.

“You’re not going to tell anyone?” He whispers.

“Of course not! Even if I did, no one would believe us. We’re kinda outcasts, lone wolves,” Ry answers. Ashton’s smile makes its way back to his face and you smile to yourself. Even if he looked dangerous, which you know he could be especially with his build, he was just a ray of sunshine and you wouldn’t mind being friends with him so you and Ry would have someone else other than each other if you happen to attend the races regularly from now on.

The hushed tones of the crowd were finally disturbed when the familiar rumble of engines and the squealing of tires ring through the small space, the familiar Tesla the first to cross the line. Everyone in the crowd is triumphant, well, mostly everyone. The other driver’s supporters didn’t seem too pleased.

Ashton is cheering and whooping wildly by your side, and your eyes go back to the Tesla, seeing the door open and the familiar red head emerge, a wide grin on his face as he raises his fist in victory, his leather jacket back on his body. You take a good look at this different Michael and you decide that you prefer this one, the edgy, rebellious, bad boy image of him instead of the fuckboy-esque image he usually showed during school, but who were you to judge? You barely knew him. You only knew him from the whispers and secrets your school passed around.

Michael sets down his hand on the hood of his car as he looks around the crowd, eyes drifting to the boy next to you, before his smile turns into a scowl, but he seems calm, as he sees you and Ry. 

You could hear your heart beating out of your chest and you could feel Ry tense next to you. Her hands grasp at your wrist before she leans in, keeping her eyes locked on Michael, who was heading your way. “What now?” She whispers. You shrug at her and before you know it, Michael is in front of you, but he was facing Ashton. 

“Great job, man,” Ashton says, giving Michael a hug. Michael smiles and thanks him before turning towards you and Ry. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, disgust written on his features. You scoff and cross your arms, before displaying the same expression as him.  Had this been school, you would’ve backed down easily, but since this was a public space away from all your judgmental peers’ eyes, you were confident.

“Watching the race. What else?” You retort. Michael seems taken aback by your answer and stands straighter, obviously an intimidation trick, and puts his hands in his front pockets.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s a public space, Clifford. I can be here if I want.”

He seems pleased by your answer and relaxes a bit, although it was obvious he was still a little hostile. His eyes narrow, and suddenly you feel small.

“If you tell anyone, I swear-”

“Soften your dick, Clifford. I won’t. Even if I did, one, who would I tell, and two, who would believe me?”

He seems to accept the answer and nods, before giving you a sultry smile, Ry standing aside along with Ashton watching everything go down.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing more of you, princess.”

delayed but it’s here!


Part 3

anonymous asked:

How about a stormtrooper shoots reader who happens to be someone from kylo's past who he was close to and readers last request is to see him with his mask off before reader does??


Warnings: Mentions of blood. Language (cursing)

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Word count: 3,048

You dreaded the day it would happen but you knew it was going to one day. An attack had started around you and you knew exactly who was leading it. It was him. You had worked hard on pushing the memories you had of him back into the depths of your mind for years where they couldn’t pop up anymore because you knew he was gone. He was no longer the person you knew from all those years ago, you didn’t want to believe this but it kept you from being hurt… from hoping. Yet here he was, attacking a village you had been protecting and helping for a while but it’s become clear to you now that no one is safe.

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I'd Marry You // Calum Hood

 “Move in with me.” Calum murmurs. We’re curled up in my bed. Our legs are tangled together, my head on his shoulder while he twirls the end of my hair around his fingers.
“I practically already live here.” I point out.
He sighs loudly. “Not here you dweeb. Move out with me.”
“You said in.” I state. I look up at him only to find him staring down at me with the most unamused look on his face. I shrug, trying to hold back my giggles. “Just saying.”
We lay in silence for a while until he jabs a finger into my side causing me to squirm away from him.
“Move out with me.”
“Not now, you mean boy.” I pout. He pouts back at me and I sigh as I scoot back to my spot. I roll onto my side, draping my leg across his stomach and tracing the tattoo on his arm. “Only if I can paint a wall in the living room black.”
“Seriously?” He asks.
“Mhmm.” I hum, stopping to glance up at him with a small smile. I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck and start tracing his tattoo again.


“You know…” I grin, looking over at the dark haired boy as we walk up the steps to his apartment he shares with the boys. Once again, the elevator is broken due to Michael jumping in the stupid death trap every time he gets in it. I’m surprised they haven’t been kicked out yet from the amount of times the situations happened. “You’re going to have to tell my brother.”
Calum hesitates before taking another step. It’s only a fraction of a second and if I wasn’t waiting for some sort of reaction I would’ve missed it. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling before pushing him up the last step.
“I don’t have to tell your brother anything.” Calum retorts as he pushes open the door. I laugh at him knowing full well that he’s going to have to tell my brother either way. I open my mouth to respond to him only to shut it when I see the three boys dangling upside down on the couch.
“You lot get weirder every time I see you.” I laugh. Luke lifts his head up and pokes his tongue out at me. “You’re turning red.” I tell him.
“My head hurts.” Michael mumbles.
“This was a bad idea.” Ashton adds.
I glance over at Calum to find him staring at his band mates with a slightly confused expression.
“You’re friends are idiots.” I grin.
“How is your brother 20?” Calum questions. I shrug as I watch Ashton sit up and clutch his head.
“Bad idea. Bad idea.” He grimaces. He stands up, swaying slightly before walking into the kitchen. Michael swings his legs over the couch and stands up, stumbling slightly as he throws his arms around my waist. He picks me up and spins me around causing me to squeak and grab onto his shoulders.
“Watch it Clifford.” Calum warns as Luke puts his head on top of mine, trapping me in a distorted Muke sandwich.
“What’s new small Irwin?” Michael smiles. “Got any exciting gossip? Secrets to spill?”
“Actually, I do.” I tell the slightly older boy. He nods, encouraging me to go on. “Calum and I are moving out together.”
“What?!” Ashton shrieks. There’s a loud smash that sounds like glass hitting tiles from the kitchen. A split second later, Ashton’s head pops around the corner, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.
“You right mate?” Luke chuckles. Michael’s smile turns into a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat jealous and tips slightly into borderline manic. Calum shifts awkwardly beside me and Ashton’s eyes dart to the younger boy before narrowing into a glare.
“Absolutely not.” Ashton growls.


Ashton stands in the middle of my new living room with a pout on his face. I grin from my spot on the step ladder, one of Calum’s old shirts hanging off my body.
“Don’t be a baby.” I laugh at my older brother. He looks around the room before his gaze settles on me. I poke my tongue out at him before dipping my paintbrush into the can of black paint beside me and flicking it in his direction.
“Real mature Irwin.” He grumbles, wiping the paint off his face and resulting in him smearing it even more.
“Oh come on Ash. It’s not the end of the world.” I roll my eyes at him and step off the step ladder.
“I thought you dating Calum was weird now you’re living with him! What’s next, marriage? Kids?” Michael grins. Calum and Ashton both choke on their drinks causing Michael and Luke to cackle like mad men.
“Maybe a dog.” Calum splutters.
“Better be only a dog, Hood.” Ashton grumbles, his eyes narrowing into slits at the flustered bass player.


The living room – which now has two black walls – has been converted into a room sized blanket fort. Calum grins over at me and holds his hand out for a high five which I gladly return. He interlocks our fingers the moment my palm smacks against his before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it.
“I was thinking of what Michael said the other day.” He murmurs, his lips still pressed against the back of my hand.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach at his words and I feel my cheeks heat up. “Oh?”
“Being married to you wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Calum admits. “You’d be Mrs Hood and it would be like a permanent sleep over all the time.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?” I ask. “Minus the Mrs Hood part?”
He shrugs. “I guess, but you have an option to leave now.”
I curl into his side, my head resting just under his collarbones. “I’d have just as much of an option to leave if I married you Cal.” We fall into a comfortable silence, Calum occasionally running his fingers through my hair.
“I’d say yes in a heartbeat.” I tell him softly.
“Your brother would shoot me.” Calum chuckles.
“He’d have to go through me first.”

Empty Bets & Cigarettes

Chapter 3;

After dinner I went back to my room to study. We didn’t have that much homework but I hated being behind. Sometimes I even read an extra chapter just to be ahead of everyone. It was another habit, not necessarily a bad one. A while later, which turned out to be three hours, my mom came in to my room to say goodnight. I glanced at the clock and realized it was already 10 Pm. That sounds like nothing but my parents always went to bed early. We said our goodnights and mom kissed my forehead like she always does and I wiped it off with the back of my hand like I always do. My dad gave me a hug and then they were off to bed. I, on the other hand, would not sleep for a long time. I could try but it wouldn’t work. Mom had made me a mixtape of soothing sounds that she insisted I should listen to every night until I fell asleep. As if that would actually help.


Around midnight I gave sleep my first attempt. Nothing. An hour later. Still nothing. So I did what I always do and opened my window to smoke. It was a little colder tonight and I felt shivers down my spine. But I always found a way to stay warm. Either if it was the cigarette, a blanket or just the thought of one day leaving this place.

Suddenly I felt something hit my leg and I looked down, surprised and a little freaked out. Standing ten feet below me was no one else than Matt. He smiled wryly and I raised my eyebrows.

“I come bearing gifts” He pointed toward the bag in his hand.

“I’m not coming down, you know” I told him.

“That’s what I thought you’d say. So how about I come up?” He asked and I stared wonderingly at him.

“Good luck with that” I remarked and he chuckled.

It wasn’t until now that I spotted the ladder right below me. It was laying on the ground, leaning on the house and Matt lifted it up, placing it against the brick wall. I moved to the side of the window and let him climb up. Good thing my window was pretty big so we could both fit. He sat down and opened the bag he had brought. I curiously watched him as he did so. He pulled out a bag of skittles and smiled at me.

“They are still your favorites, right?” He asked, sounding a little worried.

I nodded and his face expression looked relieved. He remembered my favorite candy. Why was this making me so sentimental? He reached the bag out to me and obviously I took it from him. I mean, if anyone ever offers me skittles I will eat them, all of them. There’s nothing to discuss. As I was munching on the candy he had brought he started talking. Slowly and hesitant, but he was talking.

“So, uhm, about earlier. I’m sorry for, you know, only hanging out with you because of Jason. I just.. God, it’s so hard to explain” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s alright, Matt. But seriously, don’t worry about me. Just ‘cause Jason isn’t here doesn’t mean I’m not talking to him, we spoke on the phone earlier” I told him and he smiled slightly.

“I can’t not worry about you, Georgia. We go too far back for that” He chuckled and looked straight ahead instead of at me. I didn’t know what to answer to that, so I didn’t. I just kept stuffing my mouth with skittles and watched the lights in the far distance.

“I can see why you like it so much up here” Matt said after a while of silence. “The view is out of this world”

“I like the vibe it gives me. A certain feeling of invincibility, kind of. Just watching the lights and the sky and city. It’s amazing” I spoke, not taking my eyes off the horizon.

“Agreed” He replied and then we sat in silence again.

It was a good silence though, the kind of silence I didn’t mind. It’s like we didn’t have to talk, we could just be there. Me and him, on the frame of my bedroom window. It felt nice. It reminded me of the old times when Matt and I were still friends. The times when we used to dress up and arrange our wedding in my backyard. Being a kid was so much easier, why did we have to grow up so soon?

“Can I ask you something?” Matt said, eyes focused on the far distance.

“Sure” I replied and he slowly turned his gaze toward me.

“Did you ever miss me?” He asked and I stared at him. “After we stopped hanging out, did you ever, I don’t know, take a stroll down memory lane every once in a while?”

“Well, of course I did. It’s not like I can just forget” I looked forward again, not daring to meet his eyes.

“I would go back. I miss the times when I wasn’t known for being the biggest ass in our school” He said and I laughed.

“Technically you’re not the biggest one, but you’re up there” I smiled at him and he frowned. “It’s never too late to change though, you know that right?”

“That’s easier said than done” He ran his hands through his hair again.

“Well, life isn’t easy. You’re not gonna get everything served on a silver plate, you’ll have to earn things. Maybe being a jerk works in high school but you’re not gonna get far in life with that attitude” I spoke without looking at him.


He didn’t say anything, so neither did I. And once again, the silence fell. Almost like the leaves falling from the trees, the conversation faded out and died. Maybe that’s why this season’s called ‘fall’. Because the leaves fall from the trees and it gets darker outside, making people want to fall as well. It was a falling season, yet it was my favorite. Not too warm, not too cold. Cozy sweaters, knee socks, mittens, Halloween. It had everything that I wanted, still it made me want to fall along with the leaves.

“Does it ever occur to you that we had at least fifteen weddings but we never actually kissed” Matt said. I wasn’t sure if it was meant as a question or not.

“Well, the weddings weren’t exactly serious. I mean our priest was your humongous teddy bear, after all” I replied and we both laughed at the memories.

“He was pretty damn big, wasn’t he? Did you know I still have him? He’s in my closet but like, I can’t throw him away. He’s the best priest I’ve ever had” He said and I laughed.

“Do you remember Bubbles? The stuffed bunny you gave me for my fifth birthday? I still have him too” I told him and he smiled at me.

“I’m glad, that makes me feel like I succeeded with at least one gift in my life” He joked.

“You can’t tell anyone though, it would sort of ruin my image if people found out I still sleep with cuddly toys” I laughed and he held out his hand to me.

“Pinky promise” He said and we entwined our little fingers.

We hadn’t pinky promised anything in so many years, and it felt a little strange doing it now. It was our way of keeping secrets as kids, a pinky promise was the strongest band you could ever break. And we never did. We kept every little secret. Hidden, in the depths of our memories for no one to find. That made me feel better, knowing that we could still share things without the world to find out.

After approximately two hours, Matt figured he should probably head home. Even though home was just across the street, I’m assuming he meant he needed to sleep. So did I, and hopefully I’d be able to. He climbed down the ladder and put it horizontally, once again leaning it against the house. I wasn’t sure whose ladder it was, but it was most likely ours. Matt had presumably taken it from our backyard, it wouldn’t surprise me.

Once Matt was gone and I saw him turn off the lights in his room, I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. That night I dreamed about Matt. It wasn’t a gooey love-dream about us getting married and living in big house with a white picket fence, it was just about him. I never saw his face, but I knew. I knew it was him because that is the strange thing about dreams, you just know. You don’t have to see everything clearly or even at all, but you will know, and if you don’t, it’s probably meant you shouldn’t. It’s just our minds playing us a game, at least that’s what I’ve always thought. You lie down, you close your eyes, you make yourself vulnerable to your own mind. It’s only natural that it takes its chance at playing some tricks, having some fun. And it does that in the most screwed up way because in the end, it’s us. We do it to ourselves. We play games with our sleeping bodies as if they were marionettes. And I can never get myself to figure out why, because to be frank, I’m too afraid.

The next day I got up early, even before mom. So I ate my breakfast in peace and I did my makeup properly, without rushing at all. I even had time to watch some tv before heading to the bus stop. And even then was I early, the bus didn’t arrive until ten minutes later.

I had a sort of love-hate relationship with buses and any type of public transport, to be honest. Because I loved just sitting there, enjoying the ride. Especially if I was going a longer distance, so I could sleep a little too. But also I hated the stress it caused me. The getting on, finding a seat, not wanting anyone to sit next to me but also not wanting someone to choose to sit beside another person rather than me. And last but not least, the getting off. I hated that part. When it was a lot of people it was practically impossible to push through and get to the door in time, before they shut. But I did it anyway.


School felt better today. I had been texting Jason all morning, even though it was really late over there. Also it felt nice knowing Matt wasn’t a complete asshole, and that we could talk. I did not expect him to greet me in the corridor or sitting next to me in class, though. We were still on very different levels. I walked through the giant doors and over to my locker, getting ready for my first class. But I didn’t make it far.

“Hey Bubbles!” Someone shouted and I immediately turned my head toward the voice. “How’s it hanging?” Summer grinned. Why on earth was she calling me Bubbles?

“Oh don’t be so shy, we all have our secrets. Yours just happen to be sleeping with toys” She spoke with an evil voice. She never stopped smiling and I found no words. I could hear people laugh beside me and someone was even pointing directly at me while whispering something to a friend. I kept a straight face and pretended to not be embarrassed. Maybe I had a chance of playing this off.

“What are you-“ I started but she cut me off.

“The only thing that makes it better, is that you kept it because of your crush on the person who gave it to you. It’s so sweet you still like him after all these years he has been ignoring you and talking behind your back” She said and my heart sunk. Along with my hope, my confidence, and my newfound respect for Matt.

“Oh, there he is! Hey Matty” Summer pointed past me and everyone’s eyes followed her movement, including mine.

“You” Was everything I could get out. I literally had no words. I was speechless and disappointed and sick to my stomach from just looking at Matt. The corridor was dead silent and not even Summer opened her mouth to speak. Matt looked terrified, as if he’d seen a ghost. And frankly, he might have because at that moment, a part of me died.

I pushed passed the people that had crowded around us to watch the show and held back the tears because if it was one thing I had promised myself, it was to never cry publicly. I could hear footsteps behind me but I didn’t care. I just needed to get out of there. I started running. As far away as possible, until my legs ached and my lungs were in desperate need of air. So I stopped, not knowing exactly where I was or what the hell I was going to do now.


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