that girl smiling like a creep is me

Your senior year roommate calls herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends, but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.

The creature on your co-owned Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.

It looks like her. Enough to fool a casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering sterling silver for six hours. But you have, and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.

It’s sitting cross-legged and perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to be any sense in pretending.”

“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence, these days. What should I call you?”

It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”

“It’s still confusing as shit, my guy.”

It considers this at length. Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says “Claire. We will know, the two of us.”

“Works for me. Nice meeting you, Claire.”

And that seems to be all there is to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out into the hallway.

So that’s Claire.

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Potion No. 9

pairing: daveed x reader

requests: could you do Daveed X younger reader, where reader is like 18-20 and they start dating and the reader’s parents get really weirded out over the age difference?

summary: it’s time for daveed to meet reader’s parents. that’s it that’s really all i’ve got.

warnings: swearing, smut, semi-public/public sex, D/s, daddy kink, light bondage, praise kink

word count: 4,320

a/n: title is part of title of a sandra bullock movie but i used it as lyrics from lotus flower bomb by wale, which i recommend u start to play during the sexy time at the end ok. i know it’s barely still valentine’s day but I WROTE THIS all in one day it’s been a wild ride. i wanted to get this up ASAP but i’m messy and wanted to write one more sex scene i’m sorry buds but i hope you enjoy it anyway!!!!!!!!!!

“Are you ready, babe?” You peer into the mirror, adjusting the clasp on your necklace. The small heart-shaped garnet glints in the light and your heart flutters, remembering Daveed gifting it to you just this morning.

“Just a second,” he shouts from his bedroom. “I can’t get this fucking tie on straight!”

You snicker, tucking your lipstick into your small clutch. “Come out here and I’ll do it for you.”

Daveed grunts and shuffles out into the living room with his suit jacket draped over one arm and a sour look on his face.

“Why are you pouting?” You ask, fingers deftly untying the crooked knot and starting over again.

“I’m too old to not know how to tie my own tie,” he huffs, shoving one hand into the pockets of his dress pants.

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This is a tad long but music is the air I breathe so yeah I got excited and couldn’t contain myself haha! Also I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two asks, I thought it was interesting for them to feel neglected and threatened by Archie and Veronica at the same time!! Hope you both like it and thank you so so much for your amazing words and compliments!! It really means the world to me!! Enjoy!! <333

You’ve seen Radiohead at Madison Square Garden?!” the raven haired boy’s eyes became perfect round balls of genuine admiration and his lips parted in a disbelieving gasp.

“Yep!” the brunette girl across him pointed the ‘p’ proudly, smiling fondly at the memory. “Listening to Creep in a sea full of people that was chanting along, with phone screens like twinkle lights swaying in the darkness above us is something that still gives me chills.” She admitted with a shine of excitement on her chocolate eyes.

“Man!” he huffed in defeat. “That band and in that iconic venue, I’m telling you Ronnie, I’m forever envious of you now.” He admitted with a shake of his head and a smirk, the girl smirking back.

“The next year I was going to see Depeche Mode there too but” her face formed an unladylike flinch “all those things went down with my dad and, well, the rest is history.” She shrugged and sighed, taking a rich sip of her chocolate milkshake.

With a dreamy expression, he dropped back on his seat. “I’m betting Sinner In Me would sound amazing live.” He nearly gasped.

She widened her eyes. “Right?! God, I love this song so much!” she groaned in delight.

“It’s one of my favorites too.” He agreed with a nod and drumming fingers, lightly imitating the tune.

And just like that, another day in the exclusive world of Jughead Jones and Veronica Lodge was slowly passing by. Betty Cooper, who was sitting next to the tall boy all this time, the Betty Cooper that chatted and babbled away for days when she was with friends, hadn’t even formed a single word since Veronica came to join the newly formed couple. No, scratch that. Betty hadn’t formed a word this whole week now, the week that the three of them seemed to be inseparable. She just seemed to just sit there and observe, like she was the third wheel to a closed group of longtime friends.

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the soulmate au- part 1

hey! it’s your favourite constantly on-hiatus mod trash!!! and here i am with the most garbage au yet. there’ll be a second part (hopefully), so heads up. love you all and stay safe!

  • amelie’s first words to her are ‘va te faire foutre.’
  • or, for an english translation, fuck you. a true french romance.
  • the line-skipping girl looks at her, shocked. amelie sneers.
  • ‘quoi? you understand this, but you do not understand basic courtesy?’
  • a slow smile creeps over the girl’s face. amelie scowls at her, teeth bared.
  • ‘on the contrary.’
  • oh, fuck.
  • amelie stares at her in disbelief. ‘you have got to be kidding me.’
  • ‘hi, soulmate.’
  • ‘impossible.’ amelie growls. ‘let me see your arm.’
  • the girl shrugs, rolls up her sleeve. written in elegant, swooping handwriting are those very words. amelie hisses in disgust.
  • ‘a brit. what will papa think?’
  • ‘whoa there! i’d like to think we’re not so bad. ‘sides, you’re one to talk about courtesy when you’ve made me live with this on me chalk.’
  • amelie squints, uncomprehending. ‘quoi?’
  • ‘chalk farm. y’know, arm.’
  • ‘you are a child.’ amelie has a sudden thought. ‘quelle âge a tu? you look twelve.’
  • ‘twenty-six. ignoring the jab.’
  • ‘merde.’
  • ‘what? how old are you?’
  • ‘thirty-three.’
  • ‘christ, you’re a fucking dinosaur.’
  • amelie sighs at her. she’s panicking inwardly- this can’t be happening. not now, after gérard. ‘tu me gonfles.’
  • ‘rude. so tell me, soulmate-’
  • ‘no. listen to me.’
  • she closes her mouth and looks at her.
  • ‘we-’ amelie gestures- ‘might be soulmates, but it means nothing. nothing. don’t speak to me again.’
  • and then amelie gets in a car and drives off, tires screeching.
  • ‘well, this has been a complete shitfuck,’ the girl says cheerfully, and then walks off.
  • unfortunately, gabriel reyes can read his sister all too well. when she steps out of the car, looking pale and drawn, he sweeps her over to the side of the mansion and squints at her suspiciously.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • ‘you look weird.’
  • ‘so do you. i’m just too polite to say something about it.’
  • ‘on the contrary,’ he says with a grin, but it falters when she flinches. and then it returns full force.
  • ‘oh my god.’
  • ‘no, gabriel.’
  • ‘don’t full-name me. oh my god. you met them.’
  • ‘i’m afraid i have no idea what you’re talking about.’
  • ‘your soulmate, dummy.’
  • dummy?’
  • ‘stop changing the subject. who is it?’
  • amelie sighs, sits on a bench. ‘a brit.’
  • ‘ooh.’
  • ‘no. i told her to never speak to me again.’
  • ‘harsh.’
  • ‘necessary.’ she looks tired.
  • ‘okay.’
  • she blinks at him in surprise. ‘you’re not going to push it?’
  • ‘nah,’ he says. ‘you’ll talk to me if you’re ready.’
  • she smiles, pulls him into an affectionate half-hug. ‘merci.’
  • ‘sure.’
  • soulmates have always been a sore topic, ever since the lacroix family adopted sombra, a skittish kid with a burn scar over her tattoo, too precise to be anything but deliberate. ‘it’s hypothesised that it was an introductory sentence,’ the social worker at the orphanage had said. ‘most of these cases involve- well, let’s just say it was likely a girl’s name.’
  • not to mention the time when amelie’s fiancé gérard had found his soulmate on the night he proposed, and had broken off the engagement two weeks before the wedding with a half-hearted apology.
  • fuck him, anyways.
  • she goes inside and sips cafe au lait and tries not to think about it.
  • and this goes on for two weeks, until finally sombra confronts her in the kitchen.
  • ‘listen, hermana. i don’t know who this girl is, who said what’s written on your arm. but you know what? you should maybe stop being such a baby about it and go and find her.’
  • amelie looks at her flatly. ‘i don’t want a soulmate.’
  • ‘fine! that’s fine! but obviously it’s been fucking you up lately. i know the gérard thing was a clusterfuck, but you should consider it. and it’s your choice. but i’ve grown up not even knowing- hell, anyone could be my soulmate- and i’ve wished sometimes that i could at least know. and if it doesn’t work out, who gives a damn? you’re fine as hell, sis. catch someone else.’
  • amelie just blinks at her, and then sighs. ‘okay.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘i’ll give it a try.’
  • ‘hell yeah!’ gabe pops out from behind the counter
  • gabriel reyes-’
  • and so amelie tracks her down.
  • ‘lena oxton,’ gabe reads from over sombra’s shoulder. ‘and her picture- ooh, she’s cute.’
  • amelie examines her nails and fakes disinterest. ‘is she? i didn’t notice.’
  • ‘she runs an international crime syndicate.’ sombra says.
  • what?’
  • ‘joking, joking. just making sure you were paying attention.’
  • amelie shoots her the middle finger.
  • ‘and she’s in paris right now, probably. here’s her- oh my god! it has her number!’
  • ‘it’s 2 am,’ amelie warns.
  • ‘don’t be such a coward. i’m going to-’
  • no-’
  • and then the phone beeps. gabe holds it above his head, grinning, as amelie swipes for it. 
  • she picks up on the third ring, voice sleep-scratchy through the phone.
  • ‘lo?’
  • ‘bonjour.’
  • a pause. ‘please tell me this isn’t who i think it is.’
  • ‘yes. it’s me.’
  • you’re so dramatic, sombra mouths. amelie ignores her.
  • ‘um. okay?’
  • ‘i’d like to talk to you.’
  • the rustle of blankets. ‘sure. what’s up?’
  • ‘you’re my soulmate,’ amelie says bluntly. ‘and i’d like to consider pursuing an… affiliation.’
  • gabe rolls his eyes.
  • ‘hell does that mean?’
  • ‘she means,’ sombra says abruptly, and amelie sends her a panicked glare, ‘that you’re cute and she wants to hit that.’
  • ‘um…?’
  • ‘my apologies. my sister.’
  • ‘okay. this is going to sound weird- what’s your name?’
  • ‘amelie. amelie lacroix.’
  • ‘like…’ and amelie waits for her to say ‘giant corporation,’ or ‘corrupt political family, but instead: ‘the soda?’
  • quoi?’
  • sombra cackles. ‘the soda! jesus, amiga!’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says mournfully, ‘like the prime minister.’
  • ‘ah. shit.’
  • ‘pardon?’
  • ‘that explains why you’re so pretty.’
  • gabe swoons. amelie flips him off.
  • there’s the click of typing. ‘ooh. an affair in the family? corruption, scandals left and right- well, i guess that explains my words.’
  • sombra grins at that. ‘speaking of, what are those?’
  • ‘oh? these? fuck you.’
  • sombra recoils. ‘excuse me?’
  • ‘no, those are mine. except in french.’
  • ‘hold up,’ gabe pipes up. ‘your first words to your soulmate were ‘fuck you’?’
  • amelie has a headache. ‘yes or no.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘to the… affiliation.’
  • ‘god, you’re so awkward,’ sombra says.
  • ‘oh, that? sure.’
  • ‘ah.’
  • an awkward silence.
  • ‘well, i’ll see you. tomorrow, 9 am, near that one crêpe shop near the eiffel?’
  • ‘oui.’
  • ‘got it. cheers, love.’
  • amelie blushes fiercely. sombra lets out an ‘ooh’.
  • ‘it’s a date,’ amelie says finally, and there’s a quiet laugh.
  • ‘it’s a date.’
{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Hey guys! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately, so I thought I’d do a little summary of what’s been going on my blog so far this year to update you all.

I’ve been unusually prolific, so I’ve got a lot of new Sterek fics up, including some old WIPs I updated this year.

So, without further ado, here’s the masterpost, as of late April 2017. Happy reading!! And let me know if you think a post like this for my older fics would be helpful as well.

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Warm Me Up ch. 23

I don’t remember the songs I listened to oops. 

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Eyes seemed to follow him everywhere. It made Will feel on edge and frustrated. He walked, trying to ignore it as he got his work done. Forget months of hard work. One little bad day seemed to have branded him untrustworthy.

Part of him wanted to quit and intern elsewhere, but he was worried they wouldn’t take him if the doctors told about what had happened. What did they expect anyway? He was still just a teenager. And he was usually good about separating personal and work life. It wasn’t his fault the two had suddenly decided to merge into one giant headache.

“Keep your chin up, pal,” Malcolm said, walking beside him. “Just don’t look so angry when doing it. You’re supposed to look approachable.”

Will rolled his eyes and sighed. He gave a forced smile and shook his head. “Yeah, I know. It’s just creeping me out. Like everyone’s waiting for me to burst again. They know I’m not like that. It was… a bad day. After a few bad weeks.” He shook his head and rolled his head to try and shake off the stress. “I have to go check on one of my kids. I’ll see you later.”

Malcolm smiled at the term and nodded, disappearing into another wing of the hospital.

Meanwhile, Will hurried to the room for a little girl who had stayed a few days after a severe asthma attack. He opened the door and smiled brightly as the little girl sat up. “How are you feeling today, little sunflower?” he asked. Her name was Flor, and she was so bubbly and happy, that it was easy to provide a nickname for her.

“I’m okay,” she answered, licking pudding off her fingers. “Are you going to do the routine again?” He smiled and nodded. Her older brother chuckled softly as she scooted forward and sat up.

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Study Buddies Part 1 - Zach Dempsey


Part 2

Word Count: 1,097

Warnings: None I think? Romance

Plot Summary: Your friend Hannah Baker sets you up with a study buddy you’d rather not have

A/n: First Imagine :D Yay! i wanted to start off with something cute and happy where the reader is friends with Hannah because she deserved so much better that she got <3

The bell rang and the class jumped to their feet and hurried out of the door eager to begin lunch break after the boring double history lesson you had just sat through. You waited for the majority of the class to leave before you got out of you chair in an attempt not to be crushed by the jocks and cheerleaders as they crammed through the door. You walked out into the hallway that was filling with more students by the second to see your best friend Hannah standing across the hallway waiting for you. When she looked up from her phone and saw you her face light up before she carefully dodged the sea of students and stood by your side.

“Where are we eating today?” you asked as she linked her arm with yours as the two of you began walking.

“I thought out on the bleachers, it’s a nice day and I thought I would work on my tan” she laughed as you both walked through the doors into the hot midday sun.

“Work on your tan or watch the boys mess about on the field?” you asked raising your eyebrow and looking at her accusingly.

“Ok, ok you got me” she laughed letting go of your arm and climbing the steps up to the middle section of the bleachers.

They were surprisingly empty of students for a day like today you just figured that people had opted for somewhere a little more shaded.

Hannah finally stopped a little way ahead of you and sat in a seat which overlooked the field perfectly, you shook your head and smiled as swung her legs and watched as the boys began throwing the football about purposely aiming at one another’s heads.

You lay down on the bench and covered your eyes with your arm in an attempt to shield your eyes from the sun.

“Why do you insist on sitting out here if you don’t like any of them?” you asked moving your arm slightly to see Hannah turned slightly to you in an attempt to make it a little less obvious that she was watching them.

“Just because I wouldn’t date any of them doesn’t mean that I can’t admire them, no matter what you say they are really hot” she said shaking her head as you let out a sigh.

“I just wish that we could sit inside like everyone else I’m going to end up getting heat stroke” you replied sitting up on the bench and stretching your arms.

“Don’t look but, Zach Dempsey keeps glancing up at you” he said a smile creeping onto her lips as she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“He’s probably looking at you, you’re the new girl” you said shaking your head at her with a laugh.

“Isn’t he in your biology class?” she asked  choosing to ignore your statement before tuning to face you, sitting cross legged sideways to the bench.

“Yeah, he sits at the back with the jocks. Surprisingly his top of the class and someone told me that he wants to be a marine biologist or something” you said looking over at the boys who were now standing over laughing at Bryce and Justin who were fighting on the floor.

“Maybe you should ask him if he could tutor you then, considering the fact that you are completely flunking that class” she said, the look in her eye told you that she wasn’t about to drop this any time soon.

“Please don’t tell me you aren’t gonna be that kid that plays cupid” you groaned.

“You’ve got double biology after lunch right?” she asked with another smile.

“Yeah, and I am in no way desperate enough to ask a jock for help” you replied.

“Well if you aren’t going to ask him then I will ask him for you” she said.

“God no” you said as she smiled. “Swear to me that you won’t” you said starting to panic.

“I’m not going to make any promises” she said laughing at your reaction.

Before you could say any more the bell rang and she sprinted down the steps and off towards the main building, you sighed in defeat before picking up your bag and walking to registration.

You stood outside of your biology class hesitant to go it, you had hoped Hannah hadn’t found and talked to Zach in time for fifth period but you couldn’t be sure. You swallowed before walking into the class behind some of the other students and made it to your desk making sure not to glance in Zach direction. The teacher walked in announcing that they had a meeting so everyone should use the next two hours to study in the library for the upcoming test. You groaned at the word test, there was no amount of studying that would make you pass that. There were some cheers around the class as “Study Time” basically meant free period to them. The whole class pretty much left the room as soon as the teacher was gone heading in any direction but towards the library. You packed up you books and went to walk out when someone called your name.

“Hey Y/n wait up” came the voice of the one and only Zach Dempsey, you silently promised to get Hannah back before turning to face the jock with a small smile.

“Hey, Zach” you said trying to sound as normal as you could.

You looked up at him, he had grown taller now at least six two and had filled out a lot over the summer so he towered over your small frame.

“Hey, Hannah said you needed a little help with biology work” he said with a small smirk, his fringe falling on his forehead.

“Help?” you laughed, “I need a god damn miracle” you continued earning another smirk from him

“Well if you wanted I could give you a hand, maybe?” he said as you looked at him realising that he wasn’t quite like the other jocks he was shy and had a kindness to him.

“Ok, but I do hope you are as good as people say you are because you sure as hell have your work cut out” you laughed as his face lit up.

“Ok so shall we head over to the library and get started?” he asked grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah lets go” you replied as the two of you walked towards the door, as you left the class room you couldn’t help thinking that perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all…

A/n: Well here it is my first imagine, hope you enjoy. I am more than open to constructive criticism and would be happy to write a part 2 if anyone wanted :)

Crush (Jaehyun x Reader)

Word count:1485

Plot: You have a crush on Jaehyun.

“Mark! Stop that! It’s not even funny.” You laughed as you hit Mark’s arm. He tried showing you his new ‘personal talent’ by making weird ramen-eating sounds.

“But it sounds real, doesn’t it?” He grinned and showed you again.

“Whatever you say, Mark,” you rolled your eyes in sarcasm.

You and Mark were close friends ever since you guys were stuck as partners in Chemistry class. You guys somehow clicked ever since you both met. While walking down the school hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone, making you drop your wallet you were holding onto.

You kneeled down and picked up your wallet.

“Sorry! I wasn’t looki-” you stopped the moment you saw who you actually bumped into.

Jung Jaehyun.

It was Jung freaking Jaehyun.

You gulped.

“No, no it’s okay. I wasn’t looking too. It’s partly my fault. Don’t worry. I’m sorry too,” Jaehyun said as he greeted Mark and smiled at you.

He smiled.

The smile that made your heart flutter. His eyes turned into crescents and his adorable dimples showed up as he sweetly smiled. You’ve been crushing on Jaehyun ever since he moved into your class as a transfer student. But you’ve never really had a chance to talk to him, as he was always surrounded by girls because of his good looks.

Of course, who wouldn’t fall for that adorable and handsome face of his? To top it off, he was good mannered.

But you couldn’t tell him your feelings because you were scared you might embarass yourself if he rejects you.

“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered and blinked bluntly.

Mark held your arm, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still staring at Jaehyun’s beautiful face.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” Jaehyun waved as he left the spot.

Your eyes widened as you tried to surpress your feelings.
But as usual it didn’t work.

Your face turned crimson red as you jumped on the spot, pulling Mark’s uniform.

Mark laughed and patted your head in attempt to calm you down. “Chill, y/n. Of course he knows your name. He’s in our class.”

You shot Mark a glare, “Don’t kill the mood, Mark.”

“Okay okay fine. Good for you, that he knows your name. Now we should get books from our lockers and get back to class if we don’t wanna be late,” Mark pushed you from behind, heading towards your locker.

“Geez. Okay, mum.”

You poked your food, not really having the appetite to eat. You saw Jaehyun sitting at the table across yours in the cafeteria, surrounded by his friends and girls, as usual.

You sighed, knowing your crush was only one-sided and it didn’t have any hope. Mark looked at you in concern and patted your hair.

“You should eat properly, y/n. Staring at Jaehyun won’t make you full.”

You bit your lips and continued poking your food.

Mark sighed, “You should just confess to him, y/n. Staring at him and not eating won’t make him realise that you have a crush on him.”

“But, how can I ever talk to him? Look. He’s always with his friends and girls always surround him. I’m a nobody.”

Mark poked your forehead, “You never know if you never try, idiot. Eat up.”

You tried processing what Mark just said and continued staring at Jaehyun from afar. Sounds like a creep, but that was all you could do.

At that moment, he caught your eyes, and the both of you made eye contact. He smiled, revealing his cute dimples and slightly waved at you.

Your eyes widened, dumbfounded by his small action.
“M-Mark. He waved at me.”

Mark chuckled, “Then wave back.”

“Wow that helped,” you rolled your eyes, “If only it was that easy.”

“Do you wanna go get some bubble tea?” You asked Mark after the last school bell rang.

Mark rubbed his neck, “I’m afraid I can’t. I have to meet my parents for dinner outside today, so I have to leave early.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Enjoy your dinner!” You smiled as the both of you bid goodbye to each other.

You slinged your bag on your shoulders and started walking towards the schoolgate.

“Still up for bubble tea?” A voice was heard from the back.

You flinched and turned back, to see Jaehyun standing there, smiling at you.

He laughed, “Sorry if I scared you. I accidentally heard your conversation with Mark. Do you still wanna get bubble tea?”

You nodded bluntly. “I-I was planning to get it alone, b-but.”

“Can I join you, then?”

Your heart started beating fast and you felt your cheeks heating up.


The both of you made your way to a nearby bubble tea shop.
The journey was awkward, you couldn’t believe you were walking next to your crush. You couldn’t look at him because you were so embarassed, so all you did was stare at the groud while walking.

Jaehyun saw you keeping your head low and chuckled to himself.
“Are you uncomfortable walking with me?” He asked.

You held up your head to face him and immediately shook your head. “N-no! That’s not it,” you paused and was surprised seeing him smiling at you.


“I-I’m just… shy? I guess.” You looked away and cupped your red cheeks.

Jaehyun smiled to himself at your response, “I see.”

The both of you arrived at the bubble tea shop and took your orders.

You decided to take a seat while waiting for the drinks to come. Jaehyun automatically took the seat across you. You blinked awkwardly.

*Should I tell him about my feelings? But it’s too soon. We just started talking.*

Different thoughts were going around your head. You looked at Jaehyun instinctly.

*But I can’t wait any longer.*

He was staring outside the window. His side view was attractive, his dimples show up everytime he smiles, his hair looks cute although a bit messy. Just staring at him makes you happy. You were head over heels for him.

*So how do I start? Jaehyun, I have something to tell you? No no. Uhm. Jaehyun, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you.* You were thinking of the perfect sentence to tell him.

“What is it?” Jaehyun asked, as the drinks were served. He thanked the waiter and handed you your drink.

“What?” You blinked.

“I guess you accidentally spoke out your thoughts? You’ve been repeating that you have something to say to me for quiet a few times now,” he chuckled.

Your eyes widened as you facepalmed yourself.


Jaehyun chuckled at your actions and continued, “So what is it?”

*As Mark said, I’ll never know if I don’t try. Here we go.*

You cleared your throat.

“The thing is. Uhm.. how do I say this.”

“Just say it, I won’t judge you or anything.”

You bit your lips, “The thing is… I-I like you.”

You covered your face and continued, “I’ve had a crush on you ever since you transferred into my class. You looked.. cool. But I’ve never had the chance to approach you because… you seemed unapproachable for someone like me. I thought you never knew about my existence,” you took a breath, “But that day when you said my name I was surprised. And this is embarassing to say, but I did fangirl a bit.”

You felt relieved after saying that, but felt uneasy for some reason. You took a peek at him through the holes between your fingers. “That’s all. Now you can laugh at me.”

Jaehyun’s small chuckle was heard.

You sighed.

*Is it time to be rejected?*

“Don’t be embarassed. It’s cute, actually,” he said.
“To be honest, I’ve had my eyes on you ever since day one. But I didn’t approach you first because I wanted to look cool. If I talk to you so soon, then it would make me look like I’m the type who talks too much,” he laughed.

You blinked in confusion as you uncovered your face and looked at him.

“Actually, Mark told me about you. He told me about your crush on me and that I should approach you first, because the feelings are… mutual,” he continued.

*Damn it, Mark. I hate you but I love you for doing this.*

Your heart started beating fast, as if it was going to jump out of your chest.

“I couldn’t think of a good way to approach you, so I purposely bumped into you, that day,” Jaehyun finished, and you could see his cheeks turning pink.


“Cute,” you blurted out. Jaehyun looked at you.

You pointed to your cheeks, “Your cheeks are red,” you chuckled.

Jaehyun cupped his cheeks in embarassment. “Yours too,” he stuck his tongue out.

You imitated him and cupped your cheeks too.

Jaehyun chuckled and squished your cheeks.
“So… are you free this Saturday?”


The end! It’s my first time writing scenarios and this one is featuring my baby, Jaehyun! I’ve always imagined this scenario in my head and I’m glad I’ve finally written it down. I hope you guys enjoy it and SHOW ME SOME LOVE HAHAHAHA. ♡

Originally posted by nctmark

Wanting More (Part 2)

Part 1: 




 “You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt hot tears in your hands. You felt frustrated with yourself for crying because you didn’t want Harry to see how much he hurt you. You’ve never felt this pain like this before.

It wasn’t pain like in 7th grade when You broke your foot. But pain in you chest, and it just made you feel like you were breaking into pieces.”


You were ignoring Harry. Not to the extend of never seeing him again. But you wouldn’t always respond to his texts right away or send him funny memes you found on twitter. You didn’t know why you did this because in the end you knew this wouldn’t make your feelings go away. And the fact of the matter was that you missed him, it’s been a week since your last encounter and you were still a bit pissed off at him, even though it wasn’t his wrongdoing.

So when you sat down by a big window at the coffee shop to grab a tea, and just think a little. You didn’t excpect to hear a loud thumping sound on the glass, making you almost spill your tea. And you surely didn’t expect to see Harry on the other side giving you a goofy smile, and mouthing something.

You smiled at him then frowned when you could see his mouth moving, but not understanding what he was saying.

You said, “I can’t hear you” exaggerating your pronunciation and pointing to your ear so he could see what you were saying. You looked around and realized how odd this probably looked to everyone else, and giggled. When you looked back already Harry was making his way inside.

Suddenly your heart started pounding and you felt nervous. You didn’t expect to see Harry today so you ran your hands through your hair, and straightened out your clothes. You weren’t trying to look cute today. You looked down at your black leggings and a baseball tee and wish you wore something different.

You watched as Harry slide in the booth infront of you with a cup of coffee in his hand. “It was bloody freezing out there.” He said as you took notice of his rosey cheeks and nose from the cold. You just nodded and stirred your tea with the little spoon they gave you.

“Yeah it is pretty chilly.” You say not really knowing what to say. It wasn’t awkward being with Harry. But you realized why you felt so jittery. This is the first time you guys have seen eachother when you weren’t tangled in eachother sheets, or out at a party. It was new and refreshing almost. You liked it.

“Have you’ve been ignoring me?” Harry says out of blue, making you lift your eyes from you cup to look at his serious face.

“Um, no why would you think that.” You lied.

“I don’t know…” Harry sighed. “You haven’t been responding to my text that’s often, and haven’t seen you this week.” He almost pouts.

“Well I do have a life Harry. I have School and friends.” You didn’t mean for it to come off rude, but Harry seemed to stiffen at the words. You didn’t want him to feel bad. You actually didn’t have many friends, it seemed like Harry was the the only one.

To lighten up the mood you said, “Have you been stalking me?”

“Now why would you think that?” He raises his eyebrows and leans himself closer across the table.

“So you just Randomly came to this coffee shop, when there’s like hundreds in the city?” You question him.

“I might of heard you say a few times how you like coming here during this hour.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal.

When in fact you remember you did tell Harry that but it was only once. You didn’t even think he would remember. You didn’t even know why you told him that. It was right after he brought you to his house and made out with you on the couch for a little. He made you tea, and you told him that it was almost as good as the place you go during the week sometimes. You smiled at how he remembered that small little detail.

Harry’s warm hand on your thigh took you out of your memory. He started drawing small circle on your leg as he stirred the sugar in his cup, like it was nothing. When you on the other hand heart was beating at his touch.

“I actually came to give you something you forgot at my house a few days ago.” He says.

“I don’t remember leaving anything.” You try and rack your brain on anything you could of left behind. But you didn’t bring anything besides your phone and keys. Harry lifted himself off the booth and came over to your Side. He reached into his back pocket with a big smirk on his face and pulled out something small and red, that you couldn’t quite recognize.

Then once you saw the lace your eyes grew big as you tried to make Harry put it back in his pocket.

“What the fuck Harry!” He starts laughing “Why would you bring that out here!” You realize how loud you were screaming so you tried lowering your voice.

How in the world could you have forgotten your own underwear at his house. Like how could someone not realize that it wasn’t on. You mentally kicked yourself at that. You were rushing to get out of his house that you didn’t even realize.

“I can’t believe I left them, I’m so embarrassed.” You placed your head in your hands to block the blush that was creeping onto your face.

Harry leaned in and said, “aww love didn’t mean to embarrass you. I think they’re quite pretty.” You slap Harry in the chest and you hear him chuckle.

“I can’t believe you have them right here. Have they been in your pocket all day?” You ask.

“Yup.” He said like it was no big deal.

“Weirdo.” You giggle and playfully punch his chest.

“What. I knew I was going to see you, so I just brought them.” He tried defending himself.

“Yeah sure…” you roll your eyes. You grabbed your purse from the left side and brought it on your lap under the table. “Here just throw them in my purse before someone sees.” You pan around the room and let out a sigh of relief when there was barely anyone in your section.

“Wait. I’m not giving them back just yet.” Harry slides them back in his pocket.

“What Harry, just give them back.” You pleaded with him.

“I will only if you say yes to go to Davids party with me tonight.”

“Davids a fucking asshole.” You remember going to one of his parties before and he was a real creep. You knew he always wanted to get in your pants, but you thought he was a douchebag and he was.

“True, but he throws a hell of a party.” Harry says.

You huff in annoyance, you really wanted your underwear back since they were your most expensive and your favorite. But Harry didn’t need to know that.

“Why do you even want me to go with you?” You ask him. Surely he could ask any other girl, you knew he had many girl friends.

“Because it’s always more fun with you, love.” You felt Harry’s hand creep up your thigh again and he slowly creeped up higher waiting for your response. You melted by just his touch, and he knew it. You hated how he made you feel like jello.

“Ok fine. But I don’t want to stay that long.” Harry smiled.

“I’ll pick you up at 11.” He said.

The party was nothing less then loud and packed. It was on a beach house David had rented out for this special occasion. You couldn’t remember what exactly for, but you didn’t really care. You didn’t see anyone you knew and that made you a bit anxious. But Harry was making you feel a little better by sitting next to him. Your glass of beer was cold in your palm as you took in the room and caught eyes with strangers.

“What’s up dude! Glad you made it.” You heard David walking infront of Harry and giving him a bear hug before his eyes catch mine.

“Ah, it’s nice to see you again Y/N.” He said as he shameless roamed your whole body with his eyes.

You just nodded not really giving him much attention because you just wanted to leave. You’ve only been here for an hour and you really weren’t feeling it tonight. Honestly you just wanted your underwear back from Harry, as weird as that sounded.

You were about to ask Harry when they could leave but he suddenly stood up to walk away.

“Where are you going?” You asked hoping he wasn’t leaving you with David.

“My friend just texted me and wanted to meet for a chat real quick.” He told you.

You gave him a look pleading with you not to leave you here alone.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep her company while your gone.” David said as he gave you a smug smile.

“Thanks man. I’ll be back.” And without even looking at you he sped off upstairs. You felt really annoyed. Not the fact that you needed a babysitter but that Harry dragged you here under your will and decides to leave you. Especially with David.

But he’ll be back your mind kept telling you. He says he’ll be back soon. So you tried to relax and enjoy yourself.

“So are you and Harry like dating now?” David asks.

You almost choke on your drink “What?! No, no we aren’t like that- we aren’t um… dating.” You stammered over your words.

David smirks and opens his cup of beer and pours a bit more into your cup that was almost done.

“Well then Drink up love. And let loose!”


You didn’t know how you ended up in this situation. You were in a dark corner of the club with another drink in your hand. You remember only drinking like two cups but your mind was buzzing. You felt a cold hand touch your thigh and you turned your head to see David. He was talking about something and was oddly close to you.

You were wondering when Harry was coming back it has been over an hour and at this point you were really starting to get annoyed. He said he would be right back but he didn’t. It made you wonder what he was actually doing. Your mind made up this scenario in your head that almost made you puke.

“I really like this dress on you Y/N…” David was slurring his words. Your mind came back to reality when you could feel him whispering in your ear. His hot clammy breathe was making you shiver.

“Thanks, I guess.” You didn’t really know what to say. “Maybe I should go look for Harry to see if we should head out.” You tried getting up but he placed his hands on your waist to sit you back next to him and you huffed in annoyance.

“Trust me love. Harry wouldn’t have left you here if he wasn’t going down on someone else.” He smirked at your reaction. You thought it could be a possibility but you didn’t want to believe it.

“He said he was meeting a friend….” you tried convincing yourself.

“Well she doesn’t look like a friend to me.” You looked at the direction he was pointing to and your heart almost stopped. There was Harry on the other side of the room with a girl sitting on his lap as she placed kisses on his lips and neck. While Harry held her hips against him.

You tore your eyes so quickly you might have gottened whiplash. So many emotions were going through your mind anger, sadness, shock. That your mind couldn’t keep up with what you were doing.

You grabbed David face and slammed your lips onto his. You must of caught him off guard too because he dropped his beer can, and it made a loud noise as it hit the ground.

His hands roamed around your body as he leaned you up against the wall. You didn’t know why you were doing this. But deep down you wanted Harry to see that you didn’t want him, even when you did. You wanted him to feel hurt like you did.

Or maybe he wouldn’t you thought as David kissed down your neck to your chest. Maybe he had no feelings at all for you. That’s why he could so quickly go onto another girl, with you in the same fucking room.

“Fuck, I can take you right here.” You came back to reality when davids hand went up your dress to feel your slit. Your mind finally realized what was about to happen. And you’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how hurt you felt. Sleeping with another guy won’t help fix it. Especially if you don’t want you.

“No.” You say as you pushed his hands off from under your dress.

“Come on don’t be like this.” He continuing pushing his groin into yours. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.”

“I don’t just because I kissed you doesn’t mean I want your dick.” You finally push him off you completely.

“Fucking Bitch.” He spat in your face. You flipped him off and before you saw his reaction you headed towards the door. You pushed through people who were having a good time and dancing but you wanted to leave. You couldn’t stay here any longer. You felt your chest getting tight and your eyes starting to get wet.

You pretended you didn’t know why you felt like this. But you knew why. Harry.

You didn’t realize seeing him with another girl would make you feel so worthless. You knew you guys weren’t together but even so he always treated you like he was only seeing you. But you never really made it clear if this really had no strings attached. But apparently Harry had already.

You thought maybe today at the coffee shop that he wanted you more then just sleeping around with you.

And oh how stupid you were for thinking that.

You placed your hand on the cold brick outside the house, to try and calm down. You needed to get home and at this point you would just walk the 10 miles, if it meant not seeing Harry. So you started walking to the street.

But god wasn’t on your side tonight when you heard footsteps coming toward you.

“Y/N! Hey where you going I saw you run out?!” You turned around to see Harry coming toward you and you just wanted to disappear. You wipe your hands against your eyes to wipe all the fallen tears.

“I’m going home…” you told him and kept walking.

“Alright well I did take you here, so that means I can take you back, love.” You stiffened at the name.

“Well I couldn’t find you, after you left me for over an hour.” You snapped.

“I’m sorry.” He said coming closer to you and placing his hands on your shoulder. He was too close and all you wanted to do was lean into him but you didn’t. “Let me drive you. So I know you’ll get home safe.”

You got in the car because you actually didn’t know the way to get home and you were tired. All of tonight’s events came back to you and you refused to remember so you slowly drifted off to sleep. But what you didn’t realize was Harry slowly tracing circles in your hand making you sigh in comfort.

The sound of the engine turning off and the car coming to a complete stop had you stir from your sleep.

Your eyes finally opened as you turned to the Side and realized you weren’t at home. But at Harry’s.

“Why aren’t we at my house??” You quickly straightened up from your sleep position.

“I still had to repay you from coming tonight.” He said and you totally forgot about that. You honestly at this point didn’t care and wanted to leave. But at least you’ll get what you sacrificed for.

You walked up Harry’s stairs behind him until you reached his room. Your eyes quickly scanned the bed where you have doned many things that made your cheeks heat up. But you just cleared your throat and saw Harry open his top dresser draw and pulled out your underwear.

You snatched it from him with a small thank you before turning around to go back to the car. But then your bladder finally spoke after all those drinks.

“Can I use your bathroom before we leave?” You asked Harry.

He nodded and you made your way to the one in his room. “But we aren’t leaving.”


“I said we’re not leaving.” He repeats himself.

“Harry I have to go home.” You tell him.

“Not this late I can take you in the morning.” You looked over at his clock and it was 2am.

“You didn’t mind kicking me out the other night, after we slept together!.” Your voice wavered at the end more than you wanted. Your eyes went wide after you realized what you said, and you wanted to take it back. You didn’t want him to know you were hurt from that because now you know he has no feelings for you whatsoever.

Harry stood there not saying anything and you didn’t want to be in this situation any longer so you quickly went Inside his bathroom and locked it.

“Y/N open the door.” Harry knocked lightly as you sat on the toilet.

“No I’m using the bathroom.” He sighed but didn’t say anything else. Until after you flushed and was washing your hands. He asked again and you said you didn’t want to talk to him. That seemed to make him go away.

As the water was running you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw how tired and sad you looked. Dry tear marks were down your cheeks, your hair was a mess, and your lipstick was smeared. You placed your face in your hands and tried not to think about anything that happened tonight. But you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t realize you were crying until You felt hot tears in your hands. You felt frustrated with yourself for crying because you didn’t want Harry to see how much he hurt you. You’ve never felt this pain like this before.

It wasn’t pain like in 7th grade when You broke your foot. But pain in your chest, and it just made you feel like you were breaking into pieces.

Warm hands wrapped around your waist and you quickly looked up to see Harry behind you. You looked over at the door and saw a key, so he unlocked it. You tried to push away from him to just get some space but he wouldn’t let you.

“Harry I wanted some privacy.” You said between sniffles.

Harry looked down at you with a frown on his face. “I couldn’t have you in here crying, love. What’s wrong?” He slowly wiped the tears that were leaving your eyes like a waterfall. He didn’t like to see you so upset, it broke his heart.

You shook you head and looked at the tile floor. You didn’t know what to say.

Harry placed his finger under your chin so you can look at him. He started into your beautiful eyes and you looked into his forest green ones, almost getting lost in them.

“Come on you can tell me anything. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it for you.”

You almost laughed because you didn’t know if he actually could fix it.

“Harry, your breaking my heart. And I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You say through your tears.





Part 3:
milkshakes (bughead)

Fluff. No warnings I believe.

“This is unacceptable, Betty. You’re quitting the team.” Alice said, shaking her head in disbelief.

The strict mother had attended Friday night’s football game. She said it was for an article, but her real intentions were to ‘spy’ on Betty. The Vixens had preformed a short little routine before the game, Betty having a special role.

Cheryl had finally allowed Betty to be the flyer- the one on top of the stereotypical pyramid. However, in this routine, the girls would throw Betty up into the air and then catch her, rather than just holding her up. All of the girls on the team were extremely prepared, and Betty was ecstatic. This could be her chance to prove to her mom that she was good at the one thing she wanted to do for once.

However, not all of our hopes and dreams come true.

The routine was preformed successfully. Everyone was in the correct spots and Betty successfully stuck the landing. Even Jughead was at the game, just to watch her.

After the game (Riverdale had won), the gang went to Pop’s. Her parents were asleep when Betty got home. The next morning, her mom stormed into her room and started to rant.

“It’s absolutely preposterous! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Bones heal and bruises fade, mom. And you saw, the girls had me! I landed successfully! The crowd loved it! And it made me feel good. This is one of the few things that make me happy.” Betty said, mumbling the last sentence, unable to stop the smile from creeping upon her lips.

“No. I am your mother. If you get hurt, how will you keep up with your grades? You need to keep up your studies. If your grades drop, what will that mean for us? I can’t even imagine. You don’t want to end up like Polly, do you?”

“STOP.” Betty stood, extremely defensive and protective of her sister. “Polly-”

“END of discussion, Betty,” Alice said coldly. “You’re going to quit tomorrow. Do your homework.”

And with that, Betty’s mother walked out of the room. Because Betty had no words, she was able to hear the click of the lock from the other side of her door. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Did she just lock me in here?

Shocked, the blonde stood up and tried the knob.

It wouldn’t turn.

Betty’s mouth gaped. This was a new low, even for her mom. She quickly looked around the room, just looking for something. Something to do, something to eat, something to read… when her blue eyes locked on the window.

Jughead had once climbed up it to get in, so why couldn’t she climb down it to get out?


Betty now knew what she was going to do.

The girl expertly scaled down the side of her house and then headed on her way to walk to Pop’s. It wasn’t too far and if she took her car, her mom would notice.

The little bell rang as Betty pushed open the door to the diner. Although she had wiped away the tears, her cheeks were still a bit red and puffy. Her eyes quickly drifted around the restaurant until they landed on the back of a raven-haired boy wearing his signature beanie.

She quickly shuffled over to the booth and slid in across from the boy.

Jughead’s eyes immediately lit up as soon as he turned his attention from his computer to look up at the person who sat down at his booth.

“Hey, Betts, how- are you alright?” He said, his surprisingly-upbeat disposition immediately changing to a concerned one.

Betty sniffled. “Yeah. I mean, you know what- no, I’m not,” The girl shook her head. Whenever someone had asked her that question, her answer was supposed to be ‘yes’.

Before saying anything else, Jughead swiftly looked towards Pop. “Can we get two milkshakes? A vanilla and chocolate.” Pop nodded and smiled at the pair. “Thanks.” Regardless of Jug’s money situation, he was buying whatever Betty wanted.

An enormous smile spread on Betty’s face, tear streaks evident. She let out a little laugh. “That’s my favorite,” she said, sniffing again. “Thanks, Jug.” Not even realizing it, the blonde rubbed her uncovered shoulders with her hands. She had forgotten a jacket- well, she couldn’t have gotten one even if she had remembered- and all she was wearing was a simple, short-sleeved blouse.

“Here,” Jughead said, standing to take off his jacket, then sliding into the booth next to her, covering her shoulders with his jacket. “What happened?” He lifted his arm around the girl so she was leaning on him.

And so Betty explained the story of how her mother was basically the devil.

Pop delivered the milkshakes to the two, and in that moment, all was right in the world.

The Joker x Reader - “Smarty Pants”

He takes you everywhere with him; you sure come in handy and you have an impeccable reputation when it comes to your skills. But why would he think that a nerdy girl can’t get wild?! Well, you are determined to prove him wrong.

Your reading is interrupted by the commotion going on outside your bedroom: gunshots, screaming, cursing and doors being kicked opened.

What now?! you think, turning the page, continuing your book when you hear:

“Nyx! NYX!!!!!!!!! Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch?!”

You look down at Nyx’s dead body under your feet, a bit startled. That’s Mister J’s voice looking for the jerk; he’s probably not going to like this. Dammit! Your door gets kicked opened and you lift your head from your book, adjusting your reading glasses and look at The Joker, who’s now standing there, not very happy to say the least.

“Doll, I didn’t know you’re here,” he frowns, stepping inside. “Still working for the…ass..hole…” he notices Nyx’s corpse with the chopstick in his eye and your feet resting on top of the body.

“Not anymore, Mister J,” you close your book, hoping he won’t snap. “This was the second time he tried to rape me, so I had to defend myself,” you say, pulling out the chopstick, wiping it on your shirt and placing it back in your messy bun.

J narrows his eyes and lowers his gun.

“Can’t say that I blame you then, but I sure wanted to blow his brains out myself. What are you reading, Doll?” he exhales, still annoyed.

“Quantum Physics and Applications,” you show him the cover, smiling.

“Any good?” he squints his eyes, intrigued.

“Pretty boring actually but interesting enough,” you lift your shoulders and take your feet out of the high heels, getting up the couch. The shoes are left on Nyx’s chest since the hills are buried deep in his flesh.

“You’re such a smart Doll; I like clever girls…” he grins, analyzing you. “We’re going to blow this place up, care to get out of here?” The Joker sniffles, signaling you to move and you do so. You quickly cram a few books and all your reading glasses in your backpack and head out the door.

You probably seem very disappointed noticing all the blood on the hallway since you don’t have any shoes on.

“Yo, Frosty!” J yells and Jonny pops his head from the next room.

“Yes, sir!”

“Be a gentleman and help the lady out,” he orders, starting to walk away.

“Of course, boss. Hi, Y/N,” he comes in front of you, waiting.

“Hi, Frost, I didn’t see you in forever,” you genuinely grin, surprised. He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you over the soiled hallway while you’re both chit chatting.

“Hey, Doll,” The Joker interrupts, “ wanna come work for me? I assume you’re unemployed for the moment.”

“Really?” you inquire, kind of excited.

He turns and snaps at you:
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure, OK????!!!!!”

Shit, he has such a temper, you think, but you are used to everything by now. You worked for so many messed up people.

“OK, Mister J. And yes, I will come work for you,” you sweetly smile and his sour expression diminishes.

“Good, I always wanted you to work for me. I like smart girls.”   Didn’t he say this already?


He takes you everywhere with him; you sure come in handy and you have an impeccable reputation when it comes to your skills.

“Y/N, am I getting a good deal out of this?” he taps his cane on the floor, getting you attention at the meeting and you lift your eyes up, gazing at all those men in the VIP room that devour you with their eyes. Creeps! You sure are wanted by a lot of them and you know it, but you have the right to decide who you’ll work for so… yeah, here you are.

“No, Mister J, the price of diamonds went up with 15% on the black market since last week. You need to get at least 1 million more in order for this to be a good deal.”

“Ahhhh, did you hear that boys? I’m getting screwed over! Make it two millions for trying to trick me,” he snarls, giving them a crazy look. “I don’t like it when people try to cross me, got it?” he grins his silver teeth, panting. They Know better than not to agree with The Clown Prince of Crime. He gets what he wants.


After the meeting, he sits in his armchair, keeping an eye on the club and staring you down also.

“What are you reading, Pumpkin?” he addresses you, biting on his lower lip.

“Dark Matter and Black Holes,” you reply, wondering why in the world he keeps on calling you all these pet names, but you know better than opening your mouth to protest about it.

“Care to elaborate?” J lifts himself up and comes on the couch, nonchalantly placing his head on your knees and lifting his feet up on the pillows.

“Are you sure?”

He rolls his eyes and you start talking and gesticulating because you sure don’t want to make him mad. The Joker finds himself interested in your little presentation; you sure put a lot of passion into it since you love the subject. He even asks a few questions that you are more than happy to answer, blushing when he takes your glasses off and you instinctively reach for your chopstick.

“Don’t you dare using that chopstick on me, Y/N,” he cracks his neck, growling.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, old defensive habit, I swear I am not going to stab you in the eye; I really love your eyes!” you blur out fast, hoping his not going to kill you for your transgression. Shit, your cheeks are burning when you realize what came out of your mouth.

“Do you now, Kitten?” he snickers, putting your reading glasses back on.

You nod a fast yes, hoping you’re on steady ground. You wouldn’t know, but The Joker felt like he was taking a piece of lingerie off when he took your glasses away. It made him feel so strange and now he wonders if he found himself a new kink. Like he needs another one. But he sure loves all the colored frames you have to match all your sexy enough outfits (as he refers to them). You’re pretty and nerdy, not a bad combo.

“Tell me something in French, Doll,” he requests and you start talking, intrigued on why he’s taking your glasses off again. Weird but, hey, whatever.

“That sounds so sexy, what does it mean, huh?”

“Last night I washed dishes and did a bunch of laundry,” you chuckle, taking your glasses from his hand and placing them on his face. J doesn’t stop you and you gasp while he laughs at the translation; he sure thought it meant something naughty.

“Wow, Mister J, you look so good with glasses,” you utter, mesmerized. The thin green frames sure match his hair and shirt perfectly.

“You think so, Doll?” he winks and you get flustered, upset at yourself for saying such sweet nothings; you’re not the type. Stupid hormones! you scold yourself in your head, aggravated.

“U-hum,” you mumble and take your glasses back. Jesus, why do you feel so warm? It sure felt like you were undressing him just now when you took his glasses away. My God, please don’t let this be a new kink, you don’t need it, thank you.

The Joker traces your jaw line to tease you more because he’s a jerk:

“Tell me something in Italian, Y/N,” he pleads, biting his tongue. You can’t help but glare at his lips and start rambling.

“I like the way it sounds, Princess. What does it mean?”

“All the dirty things I want you to do to me tonight.”    Did this crap just came out of your mouth?!

“Ha-ha-ha, that’s better, finally something I wanna hear,” he cracks up as you squirm, uncomfortable as hell.

“No, no, no, no, Mister J, that’s what it literally means, not that I want you to…Christ, this sounds terrible,” you try to defend yourself and J decides to give you a break. He gets up from your lap, still snickering and you so want to cover your face but you don’t. It would make it worse.

“I guess we had enough foreign languages for tonight, right? Let’s get back to the Penthouse, it’s getting late.”


“Y/N, am I getting a good deal out of this?”

“No,” you promptly answer, closing the book you’re reading. “The price of guns and explosives on the black market went up 17.2% this week. You need at least $500.000 for this to be a good deal.”

“Well, I’ll be damn,” he passes his fingers through his hair, snarling towards the other business partners in the room. “How did I get this rich on my own without her?! Make it 1 million boys, just for insulting me with your stupid offer!”


After another successful meeting (for The Joker, that is), he becomes interested in your book.

“And what are we reading today, hm?” he points towards the covers, coming over to your couch and placing his head in your lap again.

“The Science of Interstellar,” you hover over him, excited to share.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Oh, yeah, I love this book, “ and you keep on talking and talking and J finds himself immersed in the subject, not even being bored. He takes your glasses off again and inhales deeply, listening to the sound of your voice. Why does he keep on taking your glasses off?!

“Oh!!!” you suddenly jump a bit, ending your speech. “I love this song!”

“Huh?” The Joker asks, getting up because you bounce your legs, impatient. He never saw you show any interest in anything like this and you sure accompany him at his meetings a lot. Since he’s a complete jerk, he decides to wear your glasses and you gulp when seeing how good they look on him:

“Wow, Mister J, you look soooo stunning with glasses!”

“Yeah, I know, I was told before by a nerdy girl,” J licks his lips and you get up from the couch, take your jacket out and toss it in his lap, starting to swing your hips to the rhythm of the song. (which is Madonna & David Guetta- “Revolver” by the way).

What is she doing?! J asks himself, since you never did this before. You sure didn’t have any alcohol. It’s the hormones, but he wouldn’t know.

 “My love’s a revolver, my sex is a killer,

Do you wanna die happy,

Do you wanna die happy?” you sing along and start giving him a lap dance he didn’t expect in a million years. Jeez, who thought you had it in you? But he likes it, oh yeah, he likes it because you are actually very good at it. He runs his hands on the side of your legs and you reach your hand for your chopstick. J sure wants to grab his gun but you stop him and lean over to whisper in his ear:
“I’m not gonna use it, I told you I like your eyes…yes?” and you kiss him, euphoric, throwing the chopstick on the table to let your long red hair loose.

Holy shit, the Joker thinks, completely surprised by the whole thing. Who would have thought you are so naughty?! This is turning out to be a nice night, especially since he learned about Interstellar stuff also. He doesn’t remember a word you said earlier right now because you sure grind against him, ready to kiss him again.

“Ohhh, Daddy likes it,” he grins, smacking his lips and you straddle his lap, pulling on his bottom lip.

“Really?” you stare at his eyes again and…the song is over. “Ah, too bad,” you pout and get up, fixing your hair like nothing happened. “Shame is over, I sure love this song, it drives me wild,” you signal for your jacket and J hands it over, intrigued. WTF, are you the same person?! He’s sure aroused as hell.

“I didn’t think you could do such a thing, Doll,” J admits, attempting to cross his legs but he can’t so he gives up.

“Why, because I read books and I’m smart?!” you suddenly feel offended.

“A-ha,” he is fast in replying since he sees an opportunity there.

“You have no idea how crazy I’m in bed; don’t generalize things just because I’m a bookworm Mister J!” you sulk, furrowing your eyebrows.

“If you say so…” he rolls his eyes, reaching for your book.

“What, you don’t believe me?!” you kind of yell, even more annoyed.

The Joker just lifts his shoulders up, pretending to dismiss your words.

“You want me to prove it to you?!” you almost shout, antagonized at his attitude.

“If you insis..” J doesn’t get to finish because you yank his glasses away, pissed and wanting him in the same time, crushing his lips and tearing his shirt off while he struggles to be the dominant one (without success)for the first 15 minutes. That didn’t happen before but he admits he doesn’t mind it.

Thank God the music is deafening so nobody hears your moaning and screaming and his grunting because it would be very loud.


You watch him tuck his shirt in and you are just finishing up buttoning your tight capris.

You are panicking because now you realize what a bad idea this was. Sleeping with your boss?! Dammit, stupid hormones!!!

“You were sure telling the truth, Pumpkin, Daddy loved it,” he purrs, satisfied.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know when he realizes you’re talking to yourself.

“I don’t sleep around, Mister J,” you whimper, upset.

“You’re not sleeping around, Doll, you’re sleeping with me, ok?” The Joker huffs, not getting the picture.

“Oh my God, stupid hormones!” you mutter, massaging your temples.

“What was that, Y/N?” he asks because he can’t hear over the music.

“I said it was awesome!” you raise your voice, mad at your stupid nerdy ass. But it was really awesome, can’t lie about it.


The next day he took you over to Jax’s hideout for a meeting, of course.

“Doll, am I getting a good deal?” J lifts your chin from your book, a bit vexed you are not paying attention. You were actually thinking about how good he looks naked and it sure bugs you.

“No, the price of gold went up 12.3% since last week. You need at least $750.000 for this to be a good deal,” you sigh, watching all the dudes staring you down.

“Mister J, I’ll give you 2 millions more if you let Y/N work for me for a month,” Jax is fast to negotiate and since J believes it’s a good deal, he agrees:


You look up at him with your mouth open, not excited at all:
“I don’t want to  stay here, Mister J, I work for you,” you complain, hurt he is giving you away like you’re a thing.

“It’s just a month, Doll, you’ll be fine. Plus, I wasn’t asking, got it?” he shoves his finger in your face, irked because he hates insubordination.
You sniffle, wanting to cry with anger but you keep it together and start reading again, not really seeing the words.


The Joker starts missing you after two days and it annoys him sooooo much. He keeps on looking at the books and reading glasses you left behind. You didn’t take everything with you since you will be gone for only four weeks. How hard can it be without her? he thinks. It’s not that he didn’t manage without you before you came to work for him. Piece of cake, he decides.

He brought one of the girls from the club, dressed her with your clothes and gave her a pair of your glasses. He even takes her to a meeting and she is sitting on the couch like you used to, reading a book she doesn’t understand.

“Doll, am I getting a good deal?” he turns towards the girl and she freezes.

“Ummm… I don’t know Mister J… “ she honestly replies, scared.

“How can you not know?!” he screams at her. “Y/N would know!”

“I’m sorry Mister J,” she apologizes and starts crying.

“Oooh, shut up!” he cuts her off, wanting to strangle her.

That didn’t go well.

After everyone left, he goes and places his head on her knees, aggravated she’s not smart like you.

“Which one of her books are you reading?” he questions the girl and she shows him:

“Quantum Physics and Applications,” she manages to articulate, almost shaking.

“I know that one,” he smiles for a second then he gets grouchy again. “Care to elaborate?” he barks at her and the poor girl start bawling, stammering her words:
“I-I don’t k-know, M-Mister J, I c-can’t understand a-anything.”

“My god, you’re so stupid!” he elbows her with murder on his mind. “Do you know French?”

“N-No,” she keeps on weeping, scared for her life.

“Do you know Italian?”


“Then what the hell are you doing here, huh? GET OUT!!!!!!” he shouts, getting up and pushing her away.
That didn’t go well.


“Y/N, Mister J is here,” Jax lets you know and you don’t lift your eyes from your book because you don’t want to see him. What is he doing here after 3 days he basically sold you for more money?! You don’t want to work for Jax, you don’t like him. You only pick employers you like. And right now you don’t like J either. Big problem I guess.

“Mister J would like to drink a…”

“I know what he likes!” you lift yourself from the couch, aggravated, slamming your book to the side, still not glancing his way and go to mix his drink. When you bring it back and hand it over, The Joker touches your fingers with his, holding them for a few seconds and you finally glare at him. What the…? He’s wearing your purple reading glasses to match his jacket and cane. Your mouth opens with surprise and he just blinks slowly, pretending he doesn’t care about anything. What kind of strategy is this?! you think, puzzled. What is he up to?!

You turn on your hills and head back to your seat when he addresses Jax:

“I want my employee back; I’ll give you 5 millions!”

“Done!” Jax is fast in agreeing before J finishes the sentence because how can he refuse such a deal?! He doesn’t know what’s going on but he doesn’t need you that badly. He’s getting so much more than he paid for you so it works for him.

In the meantime you just watch them, perplexed, hating your life: WTF, am I cattle or what?!


He’s been driving for 20 minutes and you didn’t say a word to him.

“So what’s the last book you’ve read, hm?” J starts the conversation, squeezing the steering wheel so hard it hurts.

“How to Deal With a Shitty Boyfriend!” you grumble, crossing your arms on your chest and looking out the window. (It really is the name of the book. Sometimes you read fluff like this).

“Sounds like an award winning one,” he snorts, amused you’re so feisty. “Care to elaborate?”


“Do you even have a boyfriend? Why would you read such nonsense?”
You bite on your cheek, moving away from him more.

“Well, then, do you care if I listen to music?” he asks because he has it all planned.

“I don’t care!”

“ ‘kaayyyy,” and he turns on his stereo. Sure enough, Madonna’s “Revolver” starts playing.

“Really?! Really?!” you get even more worked up, and finally turn towards him.

“Wha’? You said you don’t mind so…”
“Pull over!” you demand, impatient but he can’t notice it yet.
“We’re in the woods, I don’t wanna pull over,” he argues, sucking on his teeth.

“Pull over I said!” and you take your seatbelt off, making him yank at the wheel and park on a small, dusty road.
“Jeez, are you trying to…”

But you don’t let him finish. You crawl in his lap and start kissing him roughly, unbuttoning your shirt in the same time.

“God,” you moan,” this song drives me wild!!” You bite his ear and he starts purring, delighted. It worked, he thinks, horny as hell, unhooking your bra.

Stupid hormones, you think, mad at yourself again but eager to get him naked as fast as possible.


Keep The Creeps Away / Jack Maynard

Request:  This is gonna sound weird can you do an imagine where you go to a club with the boys because they dragged you out and a weird man is trying to seduce you and you mime to jack “help” and he does and he acts all cute with you all night! And you ask is he sure because it’ll stop him from pulling etc; Sorry I had a dream about it last night and it was amazing so thought I’d share!! Love your imagines btw

You smiled at the bartender as he handed you your drink, shifting around to look for your friends you took a sip of it, the sensation of the alcohol burning down your throat being welcomed. You laughed lightly when you saw one of your best friends, Conor, smile at you, his hands pressed against some girl’s hips, you shook your head and gave him a thumbs up. Boys.

Your eyes scanned around the dance floor once more, your jaw slightly clenching when you saw Jack whispering something into a blonde’s ear, making her laugh. You rolled your eyes, gulping down the rest of your drink. That boy would be the death of you.

Turning back around, you put your hand up, the bartender walking towards you once again.

“Rough night?” He asked, filling your glass.

“You have no idea.” You smiled. You liked him. “See that guy talking to the blonde with the red dress?” You said, pointing at them. “He’s one of my best friends. And I happen to have feelings for him.”

“Well, see that girl on the corner there?” He pointed at a brunette with a black dress. You nodded. “She’s my best friend, and I happen to be in love with her, too. So the next drink, is on me.” He said, filling another glass and leaving it in front of you.

“Cheers to us, for stupidly falling in love with our best friends.” You smiled, lifting your glass up before taking a sip of the drink.

You played around with your glass, not really paying attention to your surroundings nor to the loud music coming from the speakers, your mind was somewhere else because what better time to think when you’re at a club? You always did this. You agreed to go out with the boys and you’d end up like this, watching Jack talking to girls.

You weren’t sure when the feelings for Jack started, all that you remember was laying down at the end of his bed, you on your phone and he editing on his laptop, and then as you were looking at him, it hit you that you really liked him. Of course you never told him, he was your best friend, for fuck’s sake. Best friends weren’t supposed to have feelings for each other.

“Looks like you need another refill.” A deep voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Let me buy you a drink.”

You looked up to see a really tall guy, brown eyes and brown hair, almost too short for your liking. He had a side smirk on his face, and he had his arm pressed against the bar counter. He wasn’t exactly ugly, actually he was really handsome, but not as handsome as Jack. With Jack on your mind, you knew it would be impossible to enjoy his company but you nodded anyway.

“You know, I have some really good vodka back at my house, you should come and try it.” He commented.

“Thank you, but I promised my friends that I’d be going back with them.” You half lied.

“Where are them, though? ‘Cause I’ve been watching you and you seemed pretty lonely.”

“They are dancing.” You said quickly. “You were watching me?”

“How could I not? You’re beautiful.” He smiled. “I’m Zack.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Y/N.”

When he looked away to order your drink, you quickly gave a look around, searching for one of the boys so they could save you from the creepy guy, luckily you locked eyes with Jack, and you mouthed ‘help’ at him, in hope that he’d leave the girl he was talking to.

He did.

In no time, he was standing by your side.

“Hey baby.” He said, and then looked at the guy. “Thanks for keeping my girl company, man.”

“Are you the boyfriend?” He asked.

“Yes.” Zack’s eyes went from him to you, squinting slightly.

“You said you were here with friends, you never mentioned a boyfriend.” He said.

“That’s because she didn’t know I was coming. It was a surprise.” Jack quickly answered.

“She didn’t seem very surprised.”

“Look man, I know she’s gorgeous but she has got a boyfriend, aka me, so go and find someone whose boyfriend isn’t present.” He said, his arm wrapping around your waist.

Zack just nodded and walked away with the drink he had bought for you in hand. And even when he sat down at a booth a few feet away from you and Jack, you could still feel his eyes on you, making you feel on edge.

“Thank you.” You smiled at Jack. “You can go back with the blonde girl, if you want.” You sighed.

“Are you kidding? That guy is gonna come back if I leave.” He laughed.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “You’re not gonna take any girl home if you stay with me.”

“It’s fine. You’re my best friend; we do things like this for each other.”


Best friends, Y/N, don’t you ever forget that.

“He’s still looking. What a creep.” Jack whispered, and then looked at you. “Play along.” He said, and before you could ask him what he meant, his lips were pressed against yours.

You were surprised, to say the least, it was a pleasant surprise though. His lips were soft against yours, and you could taste the alcohol he had been drinking on the tip of your tongue. Your arms wrapped around his torso as one of his hands went to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You relax your body as you felt his tongue running along your bottom lip asking for permission to enter your mouth, and obviously, you didn’t hesitate to give it.

It was confirmed, Jack was a good kisser. You always thought he was.

“What was that?” You asked, breathless, too scared to look into his eyes.

“I thought I-I did it to-” He trailed off, making you look up at him. “Fuck.” He smiled. “Your eyes. You’re gorgeous.” He whispered, kissing your shoulder.

“W-what do you mean?” You asked.

He didn’t answer, instead, he kissed you again. His hands were cupping your face and yours were on his chest and shoulder, your mind wondering what was happening as your heart beat as fast as a racecar.

“I never realized-how could I never realize this?” He asked, more to himself than to you. “I really like you.” You eyes shined at his words.

Was it him or was it the alcohol who was talking?

Whoever it was, you didn’t care.

“I like you, too.” You smiled. “Do you really, Jack?”

“Yeah. I felt it when I kissed you.” He said and leaned down again.

Yin fen?

Originally posted by xofemeraldstars

Words: 1250
A/N: im so sorry if this is utter shit but it is super late, and im super tired. But i just had to make this because i hate making people wait… hope you like it. xx

You were at the pub with Alec and Magnus. You sat in box a bit longer into the pub, staring at Alec and Magnus flirting in the bar. You smiled of happiness for your best friend. It was nice to see him like this, happy and with the special glow of being in love. You fiddled with your drink, the drops started to roll down the glass, and you stopped it with your finger. “Waiting for someone special, pretty lady?” You looked at the drop on your finger, before drying it of in the napkin.

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London’s Calling

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Chapter Eleven: Mamma Know’s Best

Word Count: 2000

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Topanga had left work early, excited to come home and share something with her daughter but all excitement fades when, unbeknown to Riley, Topanga overhears the end of the call with Lucas. The part about how she’s struggled with the move and of course the part where Riley asks him to stop calling.  Hearing Riley’s frustrated revelation about how she’s hated her new school broke Topanga’s heart. Especially since the reason she was so excited had something to do with that very fact.

Gently Topanga knocks on Riley’s door and asks permission to enter. Riley invites her in and Topanga finds Riley cross legged on her bed.

“What are the chances you didn’t hear any of that?” Riley asks sheepishly.

“Very slim,” Topanga gives her daughter a sympathetic smile.

Riley takes a deep breath and braces herself for more tears. Lately, she feels like all she does is cry. Still, she’s somewhat relieved to finally talk things through with her mother, even if it meant destroying the image of a perfect life she’s tried to create around herself. 

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i need more femslash aus
  • fake dating my best friend to have someone to vent to on family gatherings. meanwhile pissing off my conservative uncle i never liked anyway and then pretending to date even though noone is around AU
  • my new neighbor is smoking hot and i didn’t even like women until now and she has a garden and plants flowers in her bikini and i am dying inside AU
  • the obligatory coffee shop story in which i buy my hot chocolate with cinnamon whenever i feel bad and the cute barista starts drawing little pictures on my cup to make me smile and it always works so i come on days when i don’t actually feel sad AU
  • excuse you you are sitting on my seat in this lecture and who are you anyway i never saw you before hey wtf are you checking me out? AU
  • body swap with height difference and lots of awkward ensuing clumsyness AU
  • we are the only two girls left after all the partnering-up stuff in this heteronormative dancing lesson so let’s dance together i didn’t like any of the guys anyway AU
  • can i sit with you during this trainride bc the guy over there is giving me the creeps and oh my god are you reading a song of ice and fire? AU
  • you found me drunk and crying in a bathroom bc my ex dumped me and then you brought me to a taxi and insisted to give me your number so you’d know that i got home safe and then we start texting a lot AU
  • we bump into each other in the supermarket every friday and we always buy the same ice cream maybe we should eat some ice cream together AU
  • my mother brought her new partner home and i am slightly pissed off for no reason and then it turns out her partner has a daughter my age and i’ll probably hate her but then we team up to rant about our horribly lovey-dovey parents and it’s delightful bc you are so full of rage AU
  • i went to a museum to get some inspiration to draw and then i saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe so i drew you and then you saw my picture and i am dying of embarassment AU
Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 44

Without much fuss or any other questions, Jared did end up following me as I tugged his arm. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t ask me later when we were alone though. I could see the wheels in his head turning. Curiosity would get the best of him at some point and hopefully when it does, he goes to Shannon with his questions and not me.

Jared’s arm rested across my shoulders throughout the drive to the venue. He was quiet but so was I. It’s not like this was the time or place to really talk anyway. Resting my hand on his thigh, I leaned into him trying to get as close as possible. Feeling his nose against my temple, I smiled.

“Ready for tonight?” I asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Pulling up to the gates of the venue, people were already pressed against the temporary barriers. We were still hours away from the start of the concert but fans were literally everywhere.

“We got time. Let’s hit the barriers.” Jared said.

As it stood, we were only about an hour away from the Meet and Greet. After that, it was pictures and the Q & A session then they’d need to warm up for the show. The only time to really relax would be the next sixty minutes.

Shannon reluctantly nodded, he knew it wasn’t worth arguing with Jared. I think as much as Shannon loves to play and loves his fans, he needs way more down time than Jared. Not everyone can be go, go, go, all the time like him and I don’t think he really sees that.

On the flip side, Tomo seemed to be down for anything, he’s so go with the flow.

“Robert will take you in and help you find my dressing room. Try to relax a little bit, okay? I won’t be long.” Jared said as the van came to a stop.

“Of course. I’ll see you in a little while.” I said, blowing him a tiny kiss. “Don’t worry.”

“I always worry.” He responded with a wink.

The windows on the van weren’t tinted and I didn’t want to take a chance at anyone seeing what I was doing. If someone, God forbid, caught me kissing him and got a picture of it, all hell would break loose. I haven’t been around very long but I’ve already gotten a taste of how crazy some can be.

With a little smile, Jared followed Tomo and Shannon out, “See you soon.”

Grabbing his bag and mine, I gave it a minute then stepped out. Emma followed behind them to the barrier as Robert met me at the door, having already been at the venue with the rest of the crew.

“Here, let me help.” He said, taking Jared’s bag from my hand.

“Thank you! I swear he’s got rocks in there, it’s so heavy!” I laughed.

The crowd erupted as I turned around. I was just in time to see as all three were practically swallowed up by fans. It seemed they were all happily surprised the guys were walking over to them. Small gifts were being passed and within only a few minutes, Emma’s arms were practically full.

“Wow..” I muttered to myself.

“It’s pretty crazy, right?”

“It really is…”

Robert and I made our way through the hustle and bustle to find Sheep, their tour manager. We could have probably searched around and found Jared’s room but this way was much easier.

Heading to the stage, we found him working with the venue staff, with seemingly quite a bit of frustration as he tried to have set-up the way Jared wanted it. I remember back in Chicago, Jared had requested the same thing, absolutely no seating or tables, and staff at that venue fought his request too. In the end, he won out of course. The same would most likely happen here too. No is not a word he accepts very easily.

As we waited in the wings for him to finish his tense conversation, Evan, Shannon’s drum tech came up to us.

“Hey, you got a minute?” He asked Robert who then looked to me.

I didn’t want to be a burden, I mean, I am an adult who has managed to travel around the world on my own. I was quite confident I could manage to wait for Sheep on my own.

“I’m good! I’m going to wait for Sheep then head to Jared’s room. Don’t worry about me.”

Robert looked a bit unsure. I’m sure Jared gave him strict instructions to stay with me but I knew I’d be fine. Even Robert probably thought Jared’s request was a bit over the top.

“Really…” I said, reaching for Jared’s bag that he was still holding.

Robert nodded after a moment of thought then handed me the bag. As he stepped away, Sheep walked up and I almost laughed at Robert’s relieved expression.

“What can I do for you, Vivie?” Sheep asked.

“Can you point me to Jared’s dressing room? He’s with Emma and the guys doing an impromptu meet and greet outside.”

“Absolutely, love. Let me help you.” He said, taking both my bag as well as Jared’s, “Right this way.”

I just loved his very British manner not to mention his accent. Being stopped at least five times as we walked told me that he had much better and far more important things he needed to be doing. It was sweet of him to be so gracious.

Walking in Jared’s dressing room, Sheep put our bags on the table.

“Anything else I can do, love?”

“No, I’m fine…thank you.”

After Sheep left and I was alone, I finally felt like I could relax.

The air conditioning in the room was set low so I was freezing. Unfortunately, I didn’t think to grab a sweater but then remembered Jared had a sweatshirt in his bag. Pulling the hoodie out, I slipped it over my head.

There wasn’t much for me to do as I looked around the room but to wait. A small yawn creeped up and knowing tonight would be a long, late one, I decided to lay down. Walking to the couch I sat down and although it was comfortable, I know what tends to happen on these couches so before I laid my head on the pillow, I pulled the hood over my head.

It felt like my eyes were only closed for only minutes before I felt Jared’s hand caressing my cheek.

“Can I lay down with you, baby girl?”

Lifting my head with a smile, “Of course…” I said moving farther against the back of the couch.

Jared laid down facing me. Slipping one arm under my head, the other was at my waist. I couldn’t help tucking my head under his chin as I snuggled my body against his.

“Looks like you slept a little..”

I nodded as I cuddled into him.

“You cold?”

“Not now.” I laughed, “I’m glad I remembered you had this in your bag. It’s warm, fuzzy and smells like you. I love it.”

With his arms tightening around me I tilted my chin up so that we were eye to eye. Being this close to him, all I wanted was to feel him. To really feel okay again.

Lifting my lips to his, I cupped his cheek. My fingers caressed his soft beard as I pulled his lips to my parted ones. Our eyes closed as we kissed, taking in each other’s breath.

Jared hand slipped under my sweatshirt to gently trace his fingertips up my tummy then under my bra. Deepening our kiss as he took my breast in his hand, massaging it just the way he knew I liked. I softly moaned into his mouth as my mind and body fell in sync with his.

“You feel so good, baby.”

I could feel the stiffness of his cock against my hip with each time he thruster against me. Pulling my leg from between his we instinctively moved so that he was now on top of me between my spread legs. Once settled, Jared thrusted his hips hard, his cock rolling right across my clit in such a way that I nearly came apart right there.

“Oh my God..” I quietly moaned in his ear.

“Mmmm, baby.”

This was pure, old school making out and it felt so incredible.

Our hands were fisted in each other’s clothes, wanting so badly to rip them off but also not wanting to stop making out to do that either. Heavy pants were echoing around the room, we couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Fuck, I want you.” Jared whispered, thrusting his solid cock against my core one more time before pulling his hips back allowing room between us.

Reaching down, I felt his fingers pull the button of my jeans open then the zipper down. Quickly yanking them open, he harshly pushed his fingers between my legs, moving the crotch of my panties out of his way in what felt like one solid motion.

Covering my open mouth with his, knowing I wouldn’t be able to control myself, he pushed two fingers into my dripping hole. The palm of his hand cupping me, I couldn’t help my body’s reaction. Pressing my hips into his hand, I used my hand to try to pull my pants lower.

Damn these jeans were tight!!

Unfortunately, between the sweat and heat of doing all this fully clothed, they didn’t go far. Instead of getting frustrated though, I turned my attention to him.

“Fuck these jeans.” He growled, frustrated he didn’t have more room.

As he continued to pump his long fingers into my pussy, I pulled his shirt up then slipped my hand down into his joggers. On instinct, as soon as he felt my hand wrapping around his length, he thrusted into it.

In a matter of seconds, we were pumping in tune with each other. Both climbing higher and faster than either of us expected. Adding a third finger and using his palm to rub my clit, my body reacted so strongly I couldn’t even voice a single word.

Gripping his cock tighter, I continued to pump him in my hand as I felt the first deep pulsing of my orgasm hit me. I was simply too wrapped up in the moment to control myself at all.

I wasn’t alone though. Being so consumed, Jared’s moan barely registered. It wasn’t until a few moments later that I felt his cock twitching in my hands and realized he was riding out his own orgasm.

“Holy fuck, baby…” he said as I felt his body relax against mine, “I think we both needed that.”

I’m jealous of everything that surrounds you. I’m jealous that the wind gets to tussle your hair and kiss your lips every day, when I can’t. I’m jealous that strangers in the street get to look at your beautiful face; they might not even consciously realise they’re looking at you, but I’d do anything to glance over and physically be like ‘that’s my beautiful girl’. I’m jealous that when you look at the stars, they look back at you and make you smile, and I can’t. I’m jealous of the sun that slowly creeps through your window in the morning and places warmth upon your skin, I wish that was me. I’m so jealous that people get to see you, hear you, smell you, encounter your presence every day - sometimes completely disregarding the little things about you - and I simply can’t. I am jealous.
—  By Tish, for my girl Talie
Going Down With The New Kid

the supercorp/sanvers highschool au nobody asked for ever

Pairing: Lena/Kara Alex/Maggie
Words: 2,663
Summary:  The infamous New Girl- the one who was supposedly kicked out of her old school for doing something terrible- ends up not only resembling that of a Disney princess, she also ends up being Lena Luthor’s brand new friend, sort of. (Even if they were both kind of forced into it.)


When the rumors began about the incoming student, and how she’d supposedly gotten kicked out of her last school, Lena wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting when she was informed that she’d have to show the new student around, but she did know that the doe-eyed blonde behind square glasses certainly wasn’t it.

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His Best Girl (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: Can I please request a bucky/reader fic where the reader randomly seems to be in pain (but hides it from the others) and bucky notices? he’s really concerned but when he confronts her about it, it’s just her period. like she’ll have pain that’ll randomly shoot through her entire body and she’ll have to bite down on her hand/hold onto the counter for support/etc cuz it’s so bad. but then bucky supports her/gets her anything she needs and it’s super fluffy?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1, 739

Warnings: Swearing, Some Pain, Menstrual Cycles (if that bothers you. I don’t know. I talk about them in this one)

A/N: Here is a Bucky imagine for you all! Okay, I related to this one so much because periods suck. For all of those who endure periods, I am so sorry and mad that we have to go through this. Hopefully, this brightens your day though. If anyone would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! Well, enjoy!

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Originally posted by marvel-freak

Groggy, you wake up to your most favorite friend in the whole world! Not.

Groaning, you sit up in bed as a pain shoots across your back.

“This is just fucking great,” You grumbled as you made your way to the bathroom. Quickly taking care of that situation, you began to get ready for what will inevitably be an awful day.

“You can do this,” You say to yourself in the mirror. “You are an Avenger. An Avenger that kicks ass on a daily basis. You can handle whatever your uterus throws at you.”

Nodding to yourself through the mirror, happy with the pep-talk that you just received and given, you began to make your way to the kitchen.

With each step you took, it seemed like someone stabbed you in the stomach. And you knew what it felt like to be stabbed. Stopping midway down the hallway, you clutch onto your stomach as you bent over in pain.

You can do this. Only seven more days and then you will be free, you chanted to yourself.

Stumbling down the hallway, Wanda emerges from her room with a sour look plastered on her face as well.

“That time?” You asked through a grimace, looking up at your best friend.

“Unfortunately,” She sighed, looking at you. “Ever since we spent that month long mission together, we’ve been synced.”

“Oh,” You said with a small smile. “The boys will love that.”

“Hah,” She laughed. “Yes they will.” And with that, the two of you shuffled down to the kitchen. Finding everyone in there and Clint already making pancakes, you sat down with a small smile at the thought of what fluffy deliciousness you were about to eat until-

“Aurghh,” You groaned, laying your head on the table before you. Eyes screwed shut, you tried to breathe through the pain.

All eyes had snapped towards you, wondering what was wrong. Thankfully, Wanda answered for them with a quick ‘do not go near her’ motion.

For some, mainly the older among the Avengers, that simple motion did not answer their questions. Mainly Bucky as he looked down at you in worry, because the strongest person he knew was in pain.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered, sitting down next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Super duper!” You said with fake enthusiasm, earning a chuckle from the ladies around you who knew just how much pain you were in.

Bucky, still suspicious, eyed you. “Doll, are you sure?”

Blushing slightly at the nickname, you brushed it off as you stood up. “Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m getting some orange juice. Want some?”

Bucky was halfway through replying before you once again doubled over in pain as another knife slashed across your abdomen. Slash, slash, slash. That’s all you felt.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky once again called, moving to your side once more as you gripped onto the counter.

“I’m good,” You replied, gritting your teeth. Trying to wait out the pain, the waves of pain soon turned into waves of nausea. “I think I’m going to go lay down for a little bit.”

“Want me to bring you some food later?” Wanda asked, sympathizing with your pain. Nodding your head, you made your way back to your room and bed.

Collapsing on your pile of blankets and pillows, you try to adjust to find a comfortable position. But, alas, you could not. Because Mother Nature hates you and uterus-owners alike.

“Fuck you, Mother Nature,” You groaned, turning on your back. Cramp after cramp seemed to follow, which left you unable to fall back asleep. The blissful sleep where you could forget your monthly problem, even if for a little while.

Slowly, you began to fall asleep. Before you could quite get to that blissful sleep, a knock sounded on your door, jolting you awake from whatever release you were going to get.

“Wanda, I’m not hungry now,” You groaned as you pulled a pillow over your head.

“It’s not Wanda,” A deep voice replied. “It’s Bucky. Can I come in?”

Sitting up in shock, you began to feel a slight blush creep over your face at the thought of your crush entering your room. Your messy room, to be exact.

“J- just a minute!” You called out, scrambling off your bed to try to hide all of the messy clothes. In your haste, another cramp slashed through your abdomen, leaving you groaning in pain. Shoving the last of the dirty clothes under your bed, you jump back up onto your bed unceremoniously.

“Come in!” You shouted back, and before you could even calm down your racing heart, it took off once more as Bucky stepped into your room. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You weren’t acting like yourself this morning.”

Blushing at his thoughtfulness, you shrug as another wave of pain crashed over your body. “I’ll be okay.”

Not believing you one bit, Bucky moved closer. “Now, why don’t I believe you?”

Flustered at his words, you tried to come up with some viable answer without telling your crush that you were on your lady’s days. “Uh…”

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Doll.”

“Why do you care?”

Taken aback slightly by your words, Bucky just gives you a small smile. “I’ve got to make sure my best girl is okay.”

Heat creeped up your neck and onto your face. Did he just-?

“Doll,” Bucky pleaded, grabbing your hand. “Please. I wanna make you feel better.”

Trying your hardest to fight down the incessant blush, you cleared your throat. “Okay. You asked for it. You see, I am… sick?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question.

“Sick? What’s wrong?”

Mentally face palming, you look at him. “Okay, not sick. I, um, am having a monthly problem.”

Bucky blinked at you. “Like… a werewolf?”

Bursting out in laughter, your grab onto your stomach for the first time that day not in pain. “No! Why did your mind immediately go to ‘werewolf?!’”

Bucky, grinning along now, shrugs. “Well stop being so cryptic!”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” You apologized, wiping away a tear. “I’m on my lady’s days.”

Realization hitting him like a slap in the face, it was Bucky who was the one now blushing.

“Oh… that explains a lot.”

“Buck!” You say exasperatedly. “Didn’t you have a sister? Shouldn’t you know about this stuff?”

“Well, in my defense, we didn’t talk about it back then,” He said with a small smile.

“Okay, true. Sorry if I embarrassed you,” You said with a slight blush.

“Not at all, Doll,” He said with a smile. “I’m glad I made you laugh and smile.”

Blushing once more (all you ever did around him was blush, it seemed) you looked at him. “Any other reason you came in here, Sarge?”

As if a light bulb had lit up over his head, so did his eyes. “Oh, yeah! I’m going to take care of you.”

“Um… Why?”

“Already told you, Doll. Gotta take care of my best girl,” He said with a smile. “Now scooch over. I’m tired of standing.”

Scooching over on your bed, Bucky sat down next to you. “Now, what makes you feel better when you become a werewolf?”

Rolling your eyes, you punch him on the shoulder. “Movies and sleep. Oh! And a heating pad or a massage.”

“I can do all of those things,” Bucky replied before moving over to your movie collection. “What movie?”

“You chose,” You answered as you tried to control your racing heart, now that he was turned away from you.

“How about Hercules?” Bucky asked, holding up the Disney movie.

“I love Hercules!” You shouted with glee as he put it in the DVD player.

“Never seen it,” Bucky said as he laid back down next to you. Feeling a bit brave, you laid your head on his chest as the opening credits played. Bucky, smiling to himself, wrapped his right arm around you, tugging you closer into his body.

“Figures,” You scoffed, breathing in the scent of Bucky. “You are such an old man.”

“Hey!” Bucky said indignantly with a smile. “I’m taking care of you. You better be nice to me.”

“Sorry, Sarge,” You replied with a small smile. As the movie played on, Bucky’s metal arm had found it’s way to your abdomen. Softly rubbing your stomach, the comforting motions melted away the pain and the cramps.

“Hey, Hercules is just like Steve,” Bucky said, breaking the silence. When he received no answer, he looked down to see you peacefully sleeping on his chest. His shirt balled up into your hand, you dozed off, breathing in the comforting scent of Bucky: leather and pine with just a hint of vanilla.

“Sleep tight, Doll,” Bucky whispered, placing a gentle kiss into your hairline. You stirred just for a moment at this, causing Bucky to freeze. To his enjoyment, you snuggled into him further, and before he knew it, he too was drifting off.

Wanda softly padded down the hallways of the Avengers compound, holding a tray of cookies for you. Turning down your hallway, she quietly made her way to your door. Reaching for the doorknob, FRIDAY’s voice cut through the silence.

“Miss Maximoff,” FRIDAY whispered, scaring Wanda.

“Yes?” Wanda whispered back to the AI, wondering why they were whispering.

“Miss (Y/L/N) is currently asleep with Sergeant Barnes. Do you need her? Shall I wake them up?”

“Bucky’s in there?” Wanda said to herself, smiling at the idea of you two. She had always known about your crush on him, and she had always picked up a vibe that Bucky liked you as well.

“Shall I wake them, Miss?”

“No, no,” Wanda whispered, smiling to herself. “Just open the door for me. I’m going to drop off the cookies.”

And with that, the lock clicked. She was in. Gently pushing on your door, Wanda almost squealed in excitement at the sight of you two. Bucky was laying on his back, sound asleep with you cuddled right up into him. Your head was on his chest with your hand gripping his shirt. Bucky’s arms were around you and your legs were tangled together.

This is just too cute, Wanda thought to herself, setting down the tray of cookies. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a couple of pictures of the two of you. Quietly sneaking out, she smiled to herself. I so called it.