that girl is so damn lucky

Dean had been hit by a truth telling spell. He had been spewing his deepest darkest secrets without a care in the world. There was one thing you wanted to know, and as much as you knew it was taking advantage of the situation, you had to know what Dean Winchester thought of you.

You looked at him as he fiddled with his gun, taking it apart and putting it back together again to keep himself from talking.

“Dean?” you questioned, touching his thigh gently. “I’ve got a question.”

He looked up at you expectantly. “Shoot, princess. I’m a straight shooter today, so it’s your lucky day,” he smiled.

“What do you really think of me? Like why did you let me come with you and Sam? You have no ties to me. I’m not blood. Why me?” you sighed finally.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you before he opened his mouth.

“I love you,” he stated simply. He looked at you like it was the most obvious answer.

“What?” you breathed, staring at his dark green eyes.

“You’re awkward and weird, and I fucking love it. You exude a confidence that is sexy as hell because you don’t give two fucks about what anyone thinks about you. You like what you like whether I tease you about it or not. You stand your ground and that is a huge turn on. You don’t let me being an ass sway you from being you. And I love you and all your quirks. Shit, I love every damn thing about you,” Dean breathed out, staring into your eyes.

You stared at him, but before you could respond, Sam came through the hotel room door.

“Is it done?” you asked. “Is the witch dead?”

Sam nodded. He looked exhausted. “Yeah, about thirty minutes ago. I’m gonna hit the shower. Dean you alright?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean nodded as your eyes met his, a look of confusion spreading across your face. “I’m way good, dude.”

Sam nodded curtly and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Thirty minutes ago?” you breathed out.

“Yeah. I felt it,” he laughed softly, looking into your eyes.

“And everything you just said,” you barely whispered.

“The absolute fucking truth. I’m tired of pretending like it isn’t, sweetheart. That truth spell made me realize that I couldn’t keep it from you anymore. I’ve loved you from the minute you ganked that vamp,” he chuckled at the memory.

“I distinctly remember you telling it to ‘suck on that’ right after you separated its head from its body,” Dean smiled. “I knew right then you weren’t like other hunters. You’re different, and I love it,” Dean swallowed. “I love you,” he reiterated.

You stared at him, desperately trying to blink away the tears. Your weird awkwardness had always kept you in the friend zone with most guys. Most weren’t able to believe that a girl like you existed, a girl who loved video games, writing, rock music, and loved any movie that was quotable, so they always kept you at an arms length.

You thought Dean had been another guy to stick you in the friend zone, never getting any other indication from him, until now.

“You don’t believe me,” he mumbled, stepping closer to you.

“It’s not that,” you started but before you could finish, Dean’s hand landed on your neck and pulled your lips to his. He pressed his lips firmly against yours as his arm snaked around your back and pressed you into him, like he wanted the two of you to become one.

You wrapped your arms around this shoulders melted and into him. His lips and roaming hands confirmed everything his mouth had just confessed.

Dean Winchester loved you and all of you. How did a girl like you get so damn lucky?

Eye Contact (M.)

Originally posted by rapgodv

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.7k

Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

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You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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3 Things

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: fluff and smutsmutsmut
Word count: 4,312

A/N: For anon, I hope you like it 💕 I think I’m getting better at writing smut?? Maybe??

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Your yawn drowns out the faint sounds of the TV, head lolling to the side as you stare blankly at the screen. It was well past eleven thirty – well past your bedtime – and you’re struggling to keep yourself upright and alert.

Jimin texted you around ten, letting you know that his shift at the convenience store was going to drag on a bit longer than expected, and that he wasn’t totally sure when he’d be headed home. He advised you not to wait up but of course, when did you ever really listen.

Both you and Jimin were full time students, juggling dead end jobs, homework and nearly non-existent social lives. Busy was an understatement for both of your lives and as a result you two rarely got to spend much time together. The only time you two really got was when you both settled down to sleep at night. No matter how dead tired either (or both) of you were, when you were curled up in each other’s arms at the end of a long day, you would quietly talk about the events that had happened or catch each other up on the episode of a drama the other had missed that week.

Which was why you were being so stubborn about going to bed without him; not feeling quite right about sliding under those blankets without his cold feet there to press against your calves.

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SHINee when you try to flirt with them

Originally posted by sibelhomme-tumb

ONEW: Your shy and awkward attempt to flirt with Onew would make him fall for you instantly. He’d see the same quirkiness and weirdness that he too possesses.  

“I can’t flirt either but I hope my weirdness is attractive in some way. Is that why you like me?” 

Originally posted by shinee-l

KEY: Key would chuckle and run his hand through his hair with a smirk on his face. 

“Oh babe, we really need to get you some flirting lessons don’t we? It’s just lucky that you’re gorgeous so it doesn’t matter. Let me take your number.” 

He confidently gets out his phone and adds you under ‘gorgeous lady.’

Originally posted by sataeminism

TAEMIN: “Ahhh sorry, I’m not really good with this whole interracting with girls thing. I think you’re really pretty too… Damn, sorry. Was that too forward? Should I stop?” 

*Minho shouts at him* “Just ask her out already!” 

Originally posted by dearmyfairyboy

MINHO: Minho would think you were adorable and love your innocence. 

“You’re so cute! Though let’s have a drink. I’m not the best at flirting when I’m sober either.” 

He’d bravely take your hand and guide you to the bar. 

Originally posted by celes-tae

JONGHYUN: Jonghyun would completely ignore the fact that you were shy and introverted when you were trying to flirt and just notice how perfect you were. 

“Oh, don’t apologise for being nervous! I barely even noticed! Umm, would you notice if I held your hand for the rest of the night though?” 

No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!


Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist


Word count: 2.8k


Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.


A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo


You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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Scott has been staring longingly at a girl across the bar for two hours and forty-nine minutes. Stiles knows. He’s been keeping track.

“This is ridiculous, man,” Stiles says, not for the first time. “You’re a catch. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. Just go talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy if you do.”

Scott turns to him, wide-eyed. “But what if she’s not happy? What if I’m just another creep in a bar hitting on a pretty girl? I want her to know I respect her.”

“By completely ignoring her. Solid plan, Scott.”

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Our Coming Out Story

this is a story about a girl named lucky. oh wait, ..it’s a story about how two sisters came out lol my bad. this is a god damn roller coaster ride of a coming out story so buckle the heck up, gals! please reblog it helps out our little gay channel a ton! thanks. xo

An Unexpected Surprise - Cody Christian Imagine

Request by Anon: Hey! May you do an imagine where Cody and (y/n) rarely fight but when they do it’s a hell of a mess and the current situation is that he and the (y/n) are having a fight, a really big one bc he accused her of cheating on him, bc maybe she’s coming home late and she’s always on the phone, but what really is happeningis that the reader is organizing a surprise birthday party to him, so when he finds out he’s really regretful for thinking she ever could do that to him and a happy and fluff ending? 

Warnings: Arguments, being accused of cheating, some curse words

Word Count: 4,056

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself with this prompt. I hope you like it. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Cody’s POV

The first sign

It’s funny how time flies by when you’re not looking at the clock, but when you do watch the clock, time seems to move slower. I drummed my fingers against the kitchen table as I slowly watched the second hand take its sweet time to move around the clock. Y/N was 29 minutes late. She’s never late and I was beginning to get worried something might have happened. If she was working late, she would have called or texted me to let me know. But tonight, she didn’t and I couldn’t help but think of the worst.

Just give her one more minute, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone. Instead of looking at the clock on the wall, I looked at the time on the phone. Why must the last minute take the longest?

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lemonsourwolf  asked:

so about that kitten stuck in our garage rooftop... we ended up dismanteling the damn roof, cause i couldn't bear the crying. then we discovered the lil fella had fallen down the rain water downpipe and got stuck underground in the wastepipe, so we dug a 2 metre deep hole in our garden, called the firemen who put an endoscope camera 10metres into the pipeline & were finally able to rescue the kitten. it's a tricolor baby girl named "lucky". we're bottle feeding since mama cat didn't come back.

You are a saint, this was an amazing story from start to finish. I hope you’ll keep me updated on how Lucky is doing! Maybe some pics of this grand rescue? It sounds like a very big effort for a very tiny creature! (But totally worth it)

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, intense stressful situations,some angst, mental break down, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 2,179

Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can’t it’s ok.- @padfootserastartsnow

A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.

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|| Yours To Keep || [[smut]]

{summary: you are his to keep now.}

due to such a popular demand, i’m making the mafia!bucky story into a five part series with maybe a few extra parts written at the end in bucky’s POV (since it was kind of requested) ;w; once all of the parts are posted, i’ll make a mini masterlist of some sort so you readers won’t be scrambling to find all the parts to this story.

[ {I’m Yours} series tagging list ]: @marvel-fanfiction , @sea-kale , @acunningstargazer , @imagine-thingsandstuff (if you would like to be included in this specific tag, let me know in an ask!)

warnings: wake up morning sex [♥]

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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Positive.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam
Word count : 2,380
Author : Mel

Final Part of Say my Name.



As time went by, you ran into them more and more. You didn’t seek them out, in fact you were still almost avoiding them. But it seemed no matter what, at least once a month when you walked out of your motel room, you’d find the Impala parked right outside. They somehow always got the room next to you.

You joked once with Sam over drinks that they were borderline stalking you. His smirk let you know they were in fact finding you on purpose. “Seriously, Sammy?”

He had shrugged. “He doesn’t like you hunting alone.” You rolled your eyes.

If there was even a scratch on you when they saw you, you’d never hear the end of it. One time, you got so frustrated at Dean’s comment about your wrist brace, and how you shouldn’t be hunting alone, that you snapped back. “Its fucking Carpal Tunnel, Dean. The only thing hurting me, is all the research you keep making me do.” Sam had burst out laughing.

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Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day was a bitch. At least it was for the Lynch Brothers and, by extension, Adam Parrish. Crammed into their usual pew, Declan, Matthew, and Ronan sat with bent heads as the priest delivered the special homily recognizing and honoring all the mothers, and especially the Holy Virgin Mary for bringing our Lord and Savior into the world to save us all. Ronan dug his fingernails into his wrist and focused on that instead of crying. Matthew was sniffling. Declan had a hard, removed look in his eyes. Aurora Lynch had passed less than a month ago.

Adam sat on the steps outside of the St. Agnes apartment, listening to the drone of the pipe organ and waiting for Ronan to emerge. He had not seen or spoken with his mother in months.

Blue Sargent was currently deep into the 300 Fox Way Mother’s Day Madness. It was a day when all the childbearing women of the household were given free reign to order about their offspring. Typically this meant asking for extravagant breakfasts, massages, and calling out a never-ending chorus of “fix me another drink, will you?” Blue and Orla were grimly making mojitos in the kitchen, the fresh mint giving Blue all sorts of flashbacks to time spent with Gansey. Orla was quickly getting frustrated with her lack of attention.

Gansey had declined to visit DC for the usual champagne brunch at his family’s home. His mother was, of course, deep into her political campaign and she had been most disappointed when Gansey couldn’t come, especially because it would mean he that was missing her fundraising gala. Helen had called numerous times to berate him but Gansey had only replied that he could not leave Ronan alone.

Ronan was not alone, even if Gansey had left, he wouldn’t have been alone. He had Adam now, as well as Declan and Matthew. It was shocking and wonderful to spend time with Declan and enjoy it. But the reunion with Declan reminded Ronan of one awful truth: Declan had never been reunited with their mother. All those trips to Cabeswater—bringing Matthew along but excluding Declan—Ronan didn’t think he would ever forgive himself.

Henry Cheng was spending the day with his mother and he rather wished that he was not. His mother was…complicated. What did one do when the person who birthed them and raised them went through a radical transformation and became a Power? Henry spent the morning at his mother’s side, entertaining himself with RoboBee while she did the things that she did. Lots of phone calls were involved and meeting with intense looking men in suits, including former hitman, Mr. Gray.

After the morning service at St. Agnes was over Ronan fetched Adam and the two of them went back to the Barns. Matthew and Declan joined them. Later, Gansey arrived with Blue and Henry. Ronan had stripped out of his Sunday suit and was sprawled on the lawn in his usual attire of shredded jeans and black muscle tee. Adam was lying on the grass next to him and he was helping Opal make crowns out of daisies and clover and Queen Anne’s lace. Chainsaw stalked around the trio, making her usual raven commentary that only Opal and Ronan could decipher. Declan was grilling and Matthew stood at his elbow, chattering away and holding whatever Declan told him to. The scene was remarkably similar to Ronan’s eighteenth birthday party except that they all looked tired and sad.

Blue settled down next to Ronan and showed him how to blow on a blade of grass to make it whistle. Ronan, being the musician of the bunch, mastered the skill and before long he and Blue and Opal were composing grass symphonies. Adam contented himself with chewing on a long stem of grass and applauding. Henry and Gansey gravitated to the grill. Gansey quizzed Declan about his apartment and the dream business. Henry, whose mother was tied to the trade of dream objects, supplied his insights. Matthew got bored and ran over to play with Opal; they had ganged up on Ronan and before long the three of them descended into a loud, tangled mess of limbs.

Adam watched with a fond smile, silently wondering at these strange dream creatures. He wondered most of all about Ronan, who had given life to both Opal and Matthew, becoming, in a sense, mother and father and brother to them. He had also given life to a host of dream animals and the recently departed Cabeswater (Adam felt a pang remembering the spectacular forest). With a deep, heartfelt sigh Adam decided that Ronan was probably one of the few people alive to know, on some level, what it was like to be a god. Gods made something from nothing, populating the world with their creations. With all of his imagination and power and his ability bring forth the perfect partner (rather like Niall had done with Aurora), Adam was again overcome with the knowledge that Ronan had chosen him. He was dating a god…

Declan interrupted the wrestling match to announce that lunch was ready. Everyone gathered around the picnic blankets. There were hotdogs and hamburgers with the fixings, potato salad, chips, slaw, baked beans, deviled eggs, fruit, cupcakes, tea, and a pitcher of mint mojitos that Blue had smuggled out of the house. The food came from the grocery store deli but the cooks there were good, getting the down home food just right. Everyone loaded up their plates and dug in. Opal was soon a mess and Ronan fussed at her and tried to clean her face off but she kept batting his hands away. Ronan gave up with a frustrated huff and Blue laughed, asking if he was finding child rearing to be difficult. Ronan smirked and tousled Opal’s hair, “You have no idea.”

After their bellies were full it was time for remembrances. Declan started. He talked about Aurora, getting choked up as he told about how she always knew when he was having a bad day, how she would find a way to make him smile. Ronan did not talk and Matthew cried. Adam said that Aurora had shown him what a mother should be and that he had loved every moment he had spent with her. Blue and Gansey chimed in with their memories of golden Aurora visiting with them beneath the boughs of Cabeswater.

They did not speak of the mothers who were still living, though they did raise a glass in honor of mothers in general. At some point Henry made the comment about Gansey deserving recognition for mothering them all through their years at Aglionby. Adam asked if Gansey wasn’t more of a father figure and Ronan answered, gruffly, that he was both. “He nags like a mother but then he gets all authoritarian like a father.” Gansey looked affronted but Blue agreed, teasing him for his dad jokes and dad fashion choices. It was decided that Gansey could be an honorary mother and Opal solemnly placed the flower crown she made on his head.

The day drew to a close and they went their separate ways: Blue returned to 300 Fox Way, Adam to St. Agnes, Henry to Aglionby, and Gansey to Monmouth. Declan and Matthew stayed with Ronan at the Barns. The brothers sat on the front porch and watched the sun set behind the trees. Opal raced around the lawn, chasing fireflies and shrieking in the language of the trees. Ronan found it ironic that Opal, originally named Orphan Girl, had since gained an unlikely family while he and his brothers had become the true orphans. They were all the family they had in this world.

Matthew nodded off and Declan woke him and sent him inside to sleep. Before Declan retired for the night he placed his hand on Ronan’s shoulder and squeezed. “Mom would be proud of you,” he murmured. “Dad, too. You’re a hell of a guy, Ronan, and I’m so damn lucky that you’re my brother.”

Ronan sat on the steps until it grew uncomfortably cool. Opal was curled up next to him, her head in his lap. He watched as the lightning bugs settled down and the deer crept out of the woods. It seemed impossible that the world kept going now that Niall and Aurora were gone. He felt a twinge in his heart and recalled the ghost of a boy who had been his friend. Gone but not forgotten. Ronan sighed deeply and picked up Opal, cradling her to his chest as he went into the house. Ronan put Opal to bed, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and watched the dream girl sleep. So many things had changed, were still changing, but Ronan would not forget the loved ones who had passed on. He scratched at the still itchy skin over his hipbone where the tattoo text spelled out remembered. As long as he and his brothers lived Aurora would not be forgotten.

Mother’s Day was a bitch.

Knight in Red and Gold Armour

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Angst, money issues

Word count: 1,236

A/N: Requested by anonymous:  Hey may I request some Tony x Reader? My father just got fired and the next few weeks are gonna be pretty scary … so I had this idea where the reader works at Stark Tower, in one of the lower departments, not as an Avenger but she’s always caught Tony’s eye. And lately she’s been working overtime & Tony learns that’s because her family is having financial struggles or are about to. And he likes her & doesn’t want her to worry & helps her. I understand if you don’t want to, thank you xxx

Originally posted by tonystarkz


It had been another one of those seemingly endless days - you had worked over time yet again at the tower, barely making it to your other job on time. When was the last time you had been able to sleep for more than four hours? You honestly couldn’t remember anymore. The only thing keeping you going was the knowledge that your family heavily depended on your income. It didn’t matter if you overworked yourself, as long as the salaries you worked so hard for were well spent. The extra cash you were making at the sleazy nightclub was the main reason your family still had a place to live. You had promised your mother not to sell yourself, even if that meant your parents would be homeless, so you worked as a bartender, fixing drinks for greasy, sweaty middle aged men who hadn’t been getting any in years. The respect you had for the girls who went down on them grew every day.

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anonymous asked:

heyy,can you write a story where jughead tells archie how lucky he is that betty loves him/how amazing betty is and betty overhears it and confronts jughead and kisses him.

This ones how I wish it would go down!

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What was wrong with Archie Andrews?

That seemed to be the question of the year, regarding the red headed, boy next door.

Normally, jughead would defend his former best friend, especially now that they were rekindling their friendship

But

Not this time. Not when said best friend was going on about how annoying Betty Cooper was.

For the first time in his life, he found himself thinking

What was wrong with Archie Andrews?

“I mean, I get it, she’s sort of in love with me, but give me a break, ya know? Like this whole obsession thing, it’s getting old”

Jughead clenched his jaw, his fingers flexing under the table.

“She cares about you arch, she’s just looking out for you.” Jughead ground out.

Archie was rolling his eyes

“Yeah well, I don’t need that “care” it’s messing up my game, everyone’s afraid of hurting Betty, so the girls don’t wanna go out with me. She needs to back off.“

That was it.

Jughead slammed a fist onto the table.

“Back off? You want her to back off? Don’t you get it Archie? Don’t you see how damn lucky you are? She loves you, you’re the boy that that , beautiful, smart, kind, loving girl chose to fall in love with, and you just use it and abuse it, like it’s nothing. If Betty Cooper loved me the way she loves you, i wouldn’t leave her side, let alone
Act like it’s an inconvenience. Get over yourself brother.”

Placing the headphones back over his head, Jughead left a slack jawed, confused Archie standing and staring after him.

At the same time Kevin and Veronica were crouched into the booth directly behind the one Archie and jughead had previously been occupying.

“Did you get all that? ” Veronica asked?

Kevin smirked sliding his phone across the table to Veronica

“You bet I did.”

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Betty was leaning her head against the cool metal of her locker.
Her mom had been on a rampage this morning.
Apparently the blue sweater she had on did nothing for her eyes, and why didn’t Betty care about her image? Didn’t she know how important first impressions were?

Suddenly a phone was placed right under her line of vision.

She turned around to see Kevin and Veronica smiling at her, Kevin wiggling his phone in the air.

“ watch.” Veronica ordered.

Rolling her eyes ,she took the phone in her hand, playing the video.

Immediately Archie’s face filled the screen, as he went on about how annoying she was.

Looking up to Veronica, hurt in her eyes.

“Keep watching” she said softly, urging her on.

Suddenly the conversation had shifted, and she was now watching a very angry jughead defend her honor.

Eyes wide and teary, she felt her heart ache at the way jughead spoke about her.

She didn’t know.

He never said anything.

She couldn’t count the times he had caught her staring.

He never did anything.

Steeling her shoulders, and passing the phone back to Kevin, she turned on her heels.

A girl on a mission.

Kevin and Veronica were hot on her tail, as she searched for the boy in the beanie.

Spotting him standing by the vending machine flattening out a dollar, he turned at the sound of her steps.

As soon as he caught her eyes, he smiled.

That smile dropped when he noticed the intense look on her face.

“Hey bets, whats going o..”

Betty had him pushed against the vending machine before he even had a chance to finish his sentence.

Her lips were on his and his hands immediately went to her waist.

Veronica and Kevin squeaking behind the couple.

After what felt like hours of kissing, he pulled away. Resting his forehead on hers, and smiling lazily.

Betty placed her hands to his cheeks

“I’m yours if you want me, jughead jones.”

He knew they had a lot to talk about, but right now, he was perfectly happy having Betty Cooper.

It’s late and I found a bunch of good Supernatural gifs to explain my dog’s reaction to things that happen in public.

Someone pets her without permission:

Someone tries to feed her:

Another ‘service dog’ screams at her:

When both of us see a child being dragged out of the store by a parent because they’re being a brat:

When a child screams “PUPPY” for more than 2 minutes straight:

When someone says that “she so cute”:

When someone baby talks her:

When someone tries to ask me about my disability/why I need her:

Never Alone (Negan x Reader)

A/N: Third and last part to Alone and Not Alone 

Summary: You and Negan are together. Could it be true love? And can it really last forever?

Warnings: OOC Negan, Caring and Loving Negan, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Death. 

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It was probably a bad idea from the start, but the more time that past, the harder it was to get rid of the addiction that was Negan. There was a way about him, something that pulled you in and there was no escaping the darkness surrounding him once you started drowning in his aura.

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Back Off ♡ Jay Park

Originally posted by mvssmedia

warnings: swearing, slight dirty talk{not a smut}

ps: i was trying way to hard to be funny so dont mind me


“Baby, you gotta wake up before we’re late.. for the millionth time,” Jay exaggerated while shaking me by my waist. 

“I was never the reason why we were late for any occasion. The only reason why we’re ever late is because you can’t take your eyes off of a damn mirror, spray 10 more pounds of cologne, take hour shits, and–” 

“Okay, I get it. Now would you get your lazy ass up, and get ready? We’re meeting AOMG and most of my friends at the club,” Jay sighed.

I wasn’t getting up early, and Jay knew that which is why he made it his goal to try his best, and wake up his lazy ass girlfriend who he loved so much yet wanted to just throw her into a pool and move away to another country so he won’t get murdered by his feisty girlfriend. 

I put my palm against his face, and pushed him away from mine while closing my eyes and regaining my beauty sleep. “Please baby, just get up,” Jay exasperated while putting his face into my neck and plastering little kisses that he knew were my weakness. 

“Give me a minute, baby,” I yawned.

“You like opening your mouth wide open, don’t you?” Jay smirked. Trust your own boyfriend to turn every innocent thing into something naughty. 

I giggled before rolling around and leaning in trying to give him a kiss on the lips. To my surprise, he moved his head real quick before pointing a finger to bathroom and saying, “Toothbrush.” 

Asshole.

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