that said i just heard a door shut so i think i'm in the clear!!


Jughead x reader

In which the reader gets drunk after an argument with Jughead, and he has to look after her.

Warnings: drinking


“You will fail this class if you don’t get your grade up, do you understand that?” My teacher asked me, and I rubbed my face, feeling a headache coming on.

“Yes, I understand. I’ll try harder.” I told him. He excused me and I traipsed through the hallway, running through the seemingly endless list of things I had to do. I had signed up for too many advanced classes and extra curriculars, and I was swamped.

I had to talk to two other teachers and catch up on a project, before I could finally go and meet my boyfriend, and hopefully get something to eat. Unfortunately, this did not go to plan. I knew as soon as I walked into the room that Jughead was angry with me. He saw me enter and was immediately on his feet and walking towards me, seething. I stopped in my tracks and desperately tried to rack my brains for whatever I had done.

“Where were you?” He demanded, and I floundered under his gaze, combing through my calendar in my mind to remember what I had missed. I stuttered, and he shook his head disbelievingly. “You don’t even remember what you missed, do you?” He asked. I opened my mouth, but the answer didn’t come to me.

“Um… Was it…” I started helplessly, but couldn’t finish. He looked away from me.

“You know what, it doesn’t matter.” He began to turn away from me, but I desperately ran around him, blocking his exit.

“No, Jughead, please… I’m sorry, I’ve been so caught up in my work. Just tell me what it was, please.” I begged him, holding my hands out to stop him from leaving. He sighed.

“My presentation. You were going to practice it with me before the lesson.”

My stomach dropped as I remembered. Jughead had been so nervous for it, and had only calmed down when I promised to rehearse it with him and help him. I closed my eyes, hitting myself for forgetting something so important to him.

“Jug, I am so-“

“I had to do it without you, Y/N. You promised you’d help me.” He said angrily.

“I know, I know I did. I had to talk to my teachers and I just got caught up.” I tried to explain myself.

‘Yeah you said.” He snapped. “Look, you’re my girlfriend, and I only trusted you to practice it with me. I needed you, and you weren’t there.” My breath caught in my throat at his words. He was right.

“Jughead…” I started, but didn’t know what to say.

“Whatever.” He muttered, pushing past me. “See you.” And with that he was gone. I stared at the space he had left, berating myself. I sighed, picking my bag up and walking to my next lesson. All through the class, I reprimanded myself over and over, wishing I had done today differently.

After school, I saw him leaving and wanted to catch up with him, but I had to go to a tutoring session. I watched helplessly as he walked away from me again, wondering how I would make it up to him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could have done things differently. I could have set an alarm on my phone, or just been more organized, and Jughead and I would probably be together right now. The stress of the argument with Jughead and my workload, as well as my general anxiety built up when I got home, and I had to forget, so I took a bottle from my parent’s cupboard and started drinking. I didn’t know what it was, but it burnt my throat, made my eyes water, and worked quickly.

I grew flustered and warm, the alcohol and my thoughts overwhelming me, and so I walked into my dark backyard, letting the cold air float over me. I sat on the icy stone steps of my garden and tried to drink my reality away as the sky darkened. It didn’t take a lot of alcohol for me to start crying. I raised my hand to my forehead, clenching my teeth. How could I have done this to Jughead? He had been there for me so many times, and I let him down. I continued drinking, drowning in my guilt and misery. My self-deprecation reached a climax as I vividly replayed the day’s events in my head, Jughead’s words running over and over in my head.

You promised

I needed you and you weren’t there

You weren’t there

You weren’t there

You weren’t there

The late-night air grew freezing, but the hot liquid inside my body made me unaware of my numb appendages and chattering teeth. That was until my trembling fingers failed to properly grasp the neck of the bottle, and it slipped out of my grasp and onto the dark stone. It shattered violently and glass flew everywhere, startling me and snapping me out of my thoughts. I opened my mouth, my eyes wide at the amber liquid spreading out across the steps. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and looked down to find a small piece of glass caught in my skin, with a trail of blood leaking out. I pulled it out without thinking, ignoring the pain as I struggled to stand. I needed to talk to him. I needed to apologise. I jumped up and ran up the steps, stumbling when I reached the top. My head felt hollow and I think my hand was still bleeding but I couldn’t tell. Find Jughead.

I found myself at the drive in, where I knew he’d be. I blundered towards the door of the screening room. I was sober enough to know that I was drunk, but my thoughts weren’t clear.

I knocked anxiously on the door, leaning against the wall and feeling utterly desperate. After a few moments, the door swung open and there Jughead was, in all his glory. His hair was a mess and he was in sweatpants, his feet bare and his eyes tired. As I soon as I saw him, the floodgates opened. In my intoxicated state I began desperately rambling and crying at the same time.

“Jughead, oh my god, I had to find you, because- because I need to talk to you. I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot, and I hate myself and I don’t even know what time it is, but I messed up and I have to fix it.” Hot tears were streaming down my face, and I was struggling to take breaths between what I was saying. His eyes were wide, and he opened his mouth to say something but I couldn’t stop talking. “I was so, so stupid to forget about your thing, your presentation, I wish I hadn’t done that, and I just really need you to listen to me and I need you to forgive me. I’m an idiot, and I hate myself but I need you.” I stopped talking and continued crying, vaguely aware that most of what I had just said had been unintelligible.

“Okay, okay.” Jughead’s calm voice broke through my stupor as he grabbed my arms and pulled me inside. He pushed me gently onto his bed and kneeled in front of me. I tried to calm myself down but I couldn’t seem to slow my breathing.

“Are you drunk?” He asked me in a deliberate way, as if he already very well that I was. I didn’t answer but just stared at the floor, my breaths uneven. He sighed, standing up and moving around the small room. He came back with a glass of water and put it in my hand, making sure my fingers were tightly grasped around it before he let go.

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” He caught my hand gently and brought it towards him, studying the cut and frowning. He looked up at me, but I just shrugged helplessly, unable to answer him. He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I’ll get something for that, just… drink this.” He sounded disappointed, and I was reminded of how much he was supposed to hate me at that moment. I threw back the water, downing it in the hopes that it would stop how I was feeling. I set the empty glass down and put my head in my hands, feeling sick and dizzy all of a sudden.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had let Jughead down, and tears began to slip down my face again, my whole body shaking. I heard him exhale as he sat down next to me on the single bed.

“Y/N.” I screwed my eyes shut, trying to shut him, and everything else I was feeling out. “Y/N.” He said louder, and I looked up at him, sniffing. He held up what looked like a bandage. “Give me your hand.”

I held my arm towards him and he delicately took my hand in his own. I watched him as he cleaned it, but he didn’t look up at me once, keeping his eyes on what he was doing. I didn’t even wince as he poured alcohol on it, the burning sensation nothing compared to the pain in my head. He finished, gently pressing a bandage onto the cut and making sure it was stuck down properly before finally looking up at me. I left my hand in his as he stared at me, his light eyes studying my face before meeting mine. I took a deep breath, determined to make him hear me this time.

“Jughead.” I tried to force the whirlwind of thoughts in my head into coherent sentences. “I am so sorry.” My lip shook and tears built in my eyes again. “I let you down, and I have no excuse. You… you needed me and I wasn’t there.” A tear slipped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” I looked him in the eye, trying to get across how serious I was. There was quiet for a moment as he looked at me, nodding his head ever so slightly. He was still holding my injured hand, and started lightly rubbing my knuckles with his thumb as he smiled tenderly at me.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, and I took a sharp breath in. I briefly wondered if I had misheard him.

“Are you sure?” I asked unsurely, my eyes wide. He chuckled quietly.

“I’m sure.” An emotional smile spread across my face at his words, and I gripped his hand tightly as tears continued to run down my face. I desperately attempted to wipe them away with my other hand, but to no avail. He shook his head at me, smiling.

“Come here.” He murmured, moving his hand from mine to reach for me. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his hand on the back of my neck. I put my hands on his chest and relished the feeling of being close to him. When we separated, I leant into him automatically and he put his arm around me. He shifted his body along the small bed, leaning back and bringing me with him so we were lying down, me against his chest. We lay silently as I listened to his heartbeat and tried to calm myself down. He began softly playing with my fingers, being careful to avoid my wound.

“What did you do to yourself, hm?” His lips ghosted my forehead as he whispered the question to himself. “I never wanted this.” I closed my eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry.” His chest vibrated underneath me slightly as he laughed softly, and it brought an instinctive sleepy smile to my face.

“I think you’ve said that enough for one night.” My face was pressed against his body in the quiet room, and I felt my senses numb as my head grew heavy and my breathing slowed. He might’ve said something else after that, but I wouldn’t have known, as I slipped into a drunken, emotionally-exhausted sleep. I knew I would feel like death in the morning, but it didn’t matter. I had him, and I wasn’t going to let him go again.

a sad drunk

aaaa this was fun to write (it’s really bad though sorry)

btw in this imagine Jughead is still living at the drive in, because I thought it worked better than Archie’s house 

  • Yang: *Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
  • Ruby: *Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
  • Yang: *Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
  • Ruby: Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: *Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
  • Ruby: Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
  • Yang: They were on a date Ruby!
  • Ruby: *At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
  • Yang: *Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
  • Ruby: oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
  • Yang: What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
  • Ruby: Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
  • Yang: *sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
  • Ruby: Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
  • Yang: Hehe, Yeah I would.
  • ~Later~
  • Ruby: *Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
  • Weiss: Welcome back Blake.
  • Blake: Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
  • Weiss: Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
  • Blake: Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
  • Weiss: So how did it go?
  • Blake: How did what go?
  • Weiss: Your date with Sun.
  • Blake: *Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
  • Weiss: What do you mean?
  • Blake: Sigh, Sun kissed me.
  • Weiss: He kissed you!?
  • Blake: Yes. And then I slapped him.
  • Weiss: WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
  • Blake: As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
  • Weiss: But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
  • Blake: What?! No! God No!
  • Weiss: Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
  • Blake: ...
  • Weiss: ... Wait.
  • Blake: Weiss. Don't.
  • Weiss: Oh. My god.
  • Blake: Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
  • Ruby: *It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
  • Blake: R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
  • Blake: I...
  • Weiss: Ruby what is wrong with-
  • Ruby: Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
  • Blake: Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
  • Ruby: Oh thank you god!
  • Blake/Weiss: Eh?
  • Ruby: Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
  • Blake/Weiss: What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
  • Ruby: Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
  • Blake: Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
  • Ruby: Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
  • Blake: WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
  • Weiss: You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
  • Ruby: Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*
From Butterflies to Bunnies & Everything Between

“I don’t… understand.”

They were seated at the kitchen table — Hopper reading the paper, with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him, and El was perched in the next chair, accompanied by an abandoned book.

Hopper turned. “Understand what, kid?”

She didn’t know how to express it. And for some reason her cheeks were burning. How could she…?

El pointed to her abdomen.

Hopper’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Your stomach? What about it?”

“It…” words failed to come to her, and so she gestured vaguely with her fingers.

Hopper stared blankly, until it seemed to occur to him what she meant. “Butterflies?”

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 80/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: sex allusion, cussing

Word Count: 3,410

Dedication: @nefarism, @cheerioscheerios, @xaandiir, @tryingandfailing, and @thedisneyderp for reasons

Tags: @halpdevon, @exadorlion, @lukassgoggles, @closestfriendivegot, @schokoobananaa, @justsmilingandnodding, @lapiamedots, @semoka, @kyller-biis, @alwayshesitantwiththepresident, @sarcastic-swl-dragon, @saturn-sails, @tallish-hobbit, @angelica-eliza-layafette, @gunsandshipsandpeggy, @thatdewdlesperson, @lafbagxette, @hamilton-trash-1, @cutebridge, @evil-weasel, @bad-l-ands, @thedisneyderp, @rose-is-in-the-void, @queen-bohemian-rhapsody, @genericusernameblahblahblah, @trash-sicle, @ichbindeindod, @dvddggs, @dreamingpastelcolors, @atomicprinceling, @aheadfullofglassbees, @jefffersons, @anitheunicorn, @creativescapist, @fruityfrootloops, @anonymouscrazyfangirl, @frannro, @nicnchill, @peachygroff, @fangirl6202, @thesebattlescarsarebeautiful, @lalalapin, @omlwhatamidoing, @wow-another-blog, @ordinaryornate, @spookytheoristpuppy, @nobeatnomelody, @hell-yes-puns-and-ships, @cheerioscheerios, @bellatrixmld, @spoiledbuni, @dammit-i-suck-at-this, @tinypathetichumanbrain, @ilove2badoable, @hoshizornyaa, @accidentally-impeccable, @coconuthoodie, @alexander-did-you-know, @theworldsasorrystate, @willoweve2011, @rainconfettis, @xaandiir, @woahtherebuddyfriend, @panda-powers, @ahyesfandoms, @yesthefightingfrenchbitch, @artandshitposts, @literallyhamiltrash, @gum-and-chips, @seiteixnalaicos, @aleciamagic, @lavender-random, @magicalpinkdolphin, @crustypantsu, @i-fandom-queen-stuff, @aham-threw-his-shot-away, @cennedixx, @skythornhollycat, @milolove1, @suspicious-protagonist, @rin-chu, @nefarism, @braabraaimloreo, @kilaco77, @ineloquent-scholar, @tryingandfailing, @fuvkinglou, @technoxslayer360, @just-me-an-asshole , @absolutemusicaltrash, @lawnmowerswig, @smolchinerd, @a-dott-ham, @bellatrixmld, @yourapplepiebetterbeworthit, @karmana-stevens-569, @bad-unicorn-of-hell, @fictionmeister, @new-poets, @shalanos, @celestialqueerfeminist, @crazyfangirl19, @patchesthed00t, @beycutebabe, @datbloodyunicorn, @crushingonhamilton, @awkward-turtles-awkward-cousin

A/N: fluffy fluff

“So, you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with Thomas Jefferson, the man you absolutely hated…that’s really fucking weird.”

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Yuuri & Viktor settle their disputes via social media like responsible adults

aka Yuuri gets revenge and it’s just as non-threatening as it sounds

“I can’t believe you posted that picture.”

“Yura, for the last time, I’m sorry.” Viktor leans a hip against the kitchen island and combs a hand through his hair. “I honestly didn’t think it was a big deal!”

“Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?” Yuuri asks. “I was drunk!”

“Maybe the first time, but the second and third?”

“Mari-neesan follows you on twitter!” Yuuri stares wide-eyed at his phone screen. “Kaasan could see it.”

“Yuuri, darling, I’m sure it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.” Viktor placates gently. “She did raise you, after all.”

Yuuri shakes his head at the ceiling. Sure, his Mom has seen some things, but he was just a kid then. This is different. He’s an adult. And now the whole twitterverse and beyond will know Yuuri’s naked truth: he has a sizeable…problem with taking out the trash.

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anon prompted anything superlane basically

She says it by an accident.

Totally accidental. She didn’t even really think it- it just sorta happened in a way that makes Lucy’s mouth drop open as soon as it sounds.

(In a way that makes the green of her eyes a little more noticeable, a little more breathtaking.

Not that Kara’s looking. Her breath is definitely not being taken. It’s all right there. Yep, right where it’s supposed to be. It’s not going anywhere. Not on her watch.

Definitely not rushing from her chest when Lucy’s lips part, eyelashes fluttering softly against her cheeks when she turns to look at her.)

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Hands Off (M)

Warnings: Fem!Domme, sub!Baekhyun, slow build, teasing, thigh riding, restraints

Length: 9497

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Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced, Red-Shirted- Food Colouring’s No Joke.)

What time is it? Time for BROTZLY BAKING PART 3 MOFOS!!

This probably isn’t my best offering ‘cause unlike the others which I wrote over a couple of days, I pretty much banged this one out in a fit of inspiration today. So apologies for any mistakes or incoherent bits- might go back and fix it later!

If you’ve missed ‘em you can read the whole series on Ao3 and maybe leave us the odd little comment if you enjoy? You’d sure make this struggling writer’s day ^_^

Right, time to get angsty and fluffy up in here- enjoy! 

Todd was puzzled. Which was pretty common, what with the kind of cases they got, but this was a very particular kind of puzzlement. From an unexpected but not unpleasant change in his life.

He was happy.

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I'm lactose intolerant

I’m lactose intolerant
Avengers x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: this is really stupid honestly, the ending at least lol

A new recruit.
The avengers needed a new member to join the team.
Guess who they chose?


Were you excited?
Heck yeah you were.

Were you nervous as well?
Heck yeah you were.

You were walking with Agent Coulson.

“Are you nervous Ms.(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, big time.”

“Don’t be, the team will be your family. You’ll be comfortable with them in a snap,” he smiled.

The doors to the elevator slid open.

You straightened out your dress.

You were wearing your favorite off shoulder, wine red colored dress that hugged your curves nicely. Your hair was in nice waves and you had a little bit of make up on. You wore your favorite black open toed heels that showed your matching red nail polish.

You were informed that Stark was throwing a “Welcome to our Newest Avenger!” party for you and it was starting in about an hour.

When you looked up you saw the whole team staring at you with wide eyes and their jaws hanging.

As you walk towards them, Scarlet Witch and Black Widow, the only two other women in the team, ran towards you.

“Yay! Finally, another girl in the team!"Wanda said smiling at you.

"Hello, I’m Wanda,"she smiled.

"Natasha,"Natasha said, shaking your hand,” but call me Nat.“

"Nice to meet you two, I’m (Y/n),"you said shyly.

"Don’t be shy! We’re going to be you sisters from now on,"Wanda said with squinted eyes from smiling so big.

Nat turned around and saw the men practically drooling.

Wanda walked to all of them and shut their mouths one by one, Quicksilver drooled a bit on her hand.

"UGH —Pietro!!” She yelped.

Pietro wiped his mouth,“sorry Wanda.”

His eyes was still fixed on you.

You sucked up some confidence and walked towards the men.

“Hey everyone I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

The men just stared and the first one to actually talk to you was Mr. Captain America himself.

“Wow— umm— hi,"he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He cleared his throat and started speaking again, this time he looked serious, eyebrows furrowed and he said,” I’m Rogers, Steve Rogers.“

He shook your hand firmly and, still holding your hand, he leaned into your ear and said,"save me a dance later.”

And he walked away.

The next person to come up to you, gave Steve a smirk and walked up to you.

“Whatever that punk whispered to you, don’t do it.”

He grabbed your hand and said,“I’m James, but call me Bucky.”

Before letting go of your hand he sent you a little wink.

The next one quickly just walked over to you and said,“Banner.”

And then he walked away.

The next guy walked up to you,“that was Bruce. He has stuff to do in his lab.”

He shook your hand and said,“I’m the best one in the team, you probably know all about me.”

“Hawkeye right? You’re pretty cool,"you said smiling big.

"Yes, yes I am,"he turns to the rest,” I like her already.“

Mr.Stark started to walk towards you, he takes off his glasses and says,” you know who I am.“

And he turns around and starts walking, but before he takes his second step you say,” excuse me but who are you?“

The whole team started laughing and you felt pretty happy about that joke.

"We saved the best for last no?”

You turned to look at who it was and a man with bright blue eyes and bleach blonde hair, walked confidently towards you.

“Pietro right?”

“Oh you already know who I am?"he smirks,"not a surprise hm.”

He turns to the others smiling big, and winked.

“No, I just heard Wanda called your name when you drooled at her,” you pointed out.

He turns a light shade of pink.

“Well, let me introduced myself properly then,"he grabs your hand and say,” the names Pietro me Printesa.“

He kisses the back of your hand slightly and you can feel his stubble glide on the back of your hand as he lifts up his head.

You felt your cheeks heat up.

"Nice meet you.”

“Aren’t there two more to the team?"you asked, still red from Pietro.

Steve speaks up first and say,"Yes, Vision and Thor are on a mission at Asgard. Won’t be back till next week.”

“Ah okay then,"you said, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

You still felt a bit shy and you looked down but then.

"Aw, don’t look down baby doll. We can’t see your beautiful face.”

You look up and see Jame— I mean— Bucky smiling at you.

He gave you a cute little wink as you started blushing uncontrollably again.

“Okay, to fill up this awkward silence, why don’t we sit down and get to know each other more. Okay?"Steve said.

He held your hand and led you to the couch behind them.

You sat in between the super soldiers, Steve and Bucky.

"You see this,"Steve says,"Do you know what this is made of?”

“Boyfriend material.”

You giggled a bit.

“Hey are you from Tennessee?"Bucky asks, you roll your eyes, knowing what’s coming.

"Because, you’re the only Ten I See.”

Pietro kneels down in front of you and holds your hand.

“I don’t think I’ve been healed from that battle with Ultron,"he says,"I think I might be dead.”

He looks into your (e/c) eyes with his blue ones and says, “because I’m in the presence of an angel.”

He kisses your hand again and Bucky and Steve roll their eyes.

You burst out laughing.

“Guys —stop— I’m lactose intolerant,” you manage to get out in between your laughter.

“Stop being so CHEESY.”



Gosh this got away from me! I hope you enjoy it! I know nothing about cooking Japanese food so you’ll have to forgive me. This is slightly Kacchako. I was struck with inspiration from one of @saisai-chan’s posts and so Kaleidoscope was born. Not entirely sure why I called it that. I just like the word. Anyway I’m rambling! Here’s part one (?) of Kaleidoscope!

Dinner time became a routine of sorts while staying at the dorms. The dinners were prepared by a different floor each night. Mondays the second floor students made the food while the fifth floor students set the table and cleaned up afterwards. This continued as a rotation throughout the week save for Fridays. Those nights were reserved for dinner with the faculty. It was Wednesday which meant it was the third floor’s turn to make dinner. The kitchen was in a frenzy.

“Ugh whose idea was it to start doing this?” Jirou asked as she swatted at the smoke coming from Kaminari’s pan.

“I think it was the teachers idea?” replied Kaminari. He turned behind him to look at Iida. “Isn’t that right, Mr. President?”

Iida, who was chopping up vegetables, nodded. “Yes, if I recall correctly they said that it would be a great team building experience.” He turned, wiping his hands on a towel. “Will you watch what you’re doing?!”

“Ahh crap!” Kaminari gasped as a flame shot up.

“If anything this has become a competition to see which group of us doesn’t burn the food for once.” Jirou laughed. “Wouldn’t you say so guys?”

Ojiro was preparing the drinks with Hagakure. They both hummed in unison. “I didn’t think it was possible to burn ramen noodles, but somehow they managed it.” Ojiro snickered. Kouda nodded. He had his pet bunny with him. The group had named him as their mascot and even gave him a tiny chef hat. Kouda had to keep him from stealing carrots though.

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad!” Mineta said entering the kitchen.

“It was pretty bad.” Tokoyami agreed, crossing his arms.

“I knew I should’ve cooked the noodles.” Izuku sighed.

“Whose side are you on?” asked Mineta.

“My stomach’s.” Tokoyami replied earning a laugh out of everyone.

“If anything it isn’t fair. Everyone else has more people than we do and they have the girls!” Mineta groaned.

“What does having us have anything to do with it?!” Jirou and Hagakure shot him death glares.

“Well you’re good at cooking aren’t you?” Mineta tilted a brow.

“Pshh why do you think Kaminari’s cooking? I’m just supervising.” Jirou laughed.

“What are you four doing just standing around? You’re supposed to be setting the table.” Iida wrapped his knuckles on the counter. An ominous aura was coming from him.

Izuku hurried and grabbed some bowls. The others followed suit and fled to the dinning room. “I got distracted. I think the smell was getting to me.”

“It did smell quite tasty.” Aoyama nodded, placing a bowl neatly on the table.

“If someone doesn’t keep his mouth shut. He’s going to get in a lot of trouble.” Tokoyami glared at the purple hair sticking up from across the table.

“I wonder who that could be.” Mineta rolled his eyes.

“What happened this time?” Kirishima asked from the lounge. Sero and Mina were sitting beside him playing a video game.

“Typical Mineta if I had to guess.” Momo sat up.

Izuku hummed in reply. He was building a tower out of the extra chopsticks.

“It’s ready everyone!” Iida announced. Izuku’s chopstick tower collapsed. “Izuku could you group round everyone up?”

“Umm,” he glanced over to Mineta who was currently being attacked by Mina, Momo, and Tokoyami. “sure. C'mon Aoyama?”

Aoyama was cheering loudly, watching Sero and Kirishima. “Alright then.” Izuku laughed, making his way to the elevator. He tapped his foot along to the song playing. Finally it dinged. Izuku almost walked into Uraraka when he exited.

“Oh Deku, sorry!” She said startled.

“It’s alright!” Izuku smiled. “I just came to tell everyone it’s time for dinner. Could you let Kacchan and Shouji know for me? I still need to tell the guys on the floor above.”

“Sure! No problem!” Uraraka waved as Izuku entered the elevator again.

“Thanks Uraraka!”

Uraraka walked down the corridor and stopped at the first door. It sounded like Shouji was rearranging furniture or something. She raised her fist and knocked twice. Movement in the room stopped and the door swept open revealing a sweaty Shouji. “Oh Uraraka, what’s up?”

Uraraka smiled. “I came to tell you it’s time for dinner.”

“Oh thank goodness, I’m starving. Exercising sure can work up an appetite. Hopefully it’ll be better than last night’s.” Shouji exited, closing the door behind him. “Thanks for telling me.” He started toward the elevator. “You coming?”

“Ah not yet!” Uraraka answered. “I still need to tell Bakugou.”

“Alright then! See ya at dinner.” Shouji called.

Kirishima had left his door open and Uraraka was conflicted if she should close it or not as she passed. She stopped in front of the fourth door. It was closed, but she could hear shuffling and music playing from the other side. She took a breath and knocked on the door. There was a string of curses followed by a loud bang. It sounded like Bakugou had just stubbed his toe.

“FUCK!” The door flung open. Bakugou was dishelved and pinned her with an angry look. He nudged his toe on the floor. “What is it?” Something else was different. But she couldn’t figure out what. “Well?” Bakugou spat. “If this is about another damn bug in your room or something-”

“No! I just..” She trailed off, squinting her eyes. What was it? She gasped, covering her mouth.

“What?!” Bakugou fumed. “What is it?!” That’s when his askew frames fell to the floor. Everything seemed still and silent as they both stared at the glasses. Uraraka made to pick them up, but Bakugou snatched them away before she could. He quickly tossed them in his room and closed the door. “Not a word.” Was all he said. Uraraka nodded. “I - uh came to tell you it’s time for dinner.”

Bakugou huffed as they passed Kirishima’s door. He slammed it shut. Uraraka was sure she heard something fall. “Dumbass.” Bakugou muttered under his breath.

The elevator ride down was awkward. Bakugou was complaining about shitty music and Uraraka was clearing her throat every few seconds. Bakugou was the first to exit with Uraraka following close behind. The dinning room was as lively as ever with everyone chatting happily.

“Eyy there he is!” Kirishima grinned. “Bout time you got down here. I thought the food was going to get cold.” Bakugou grunted and siddled into the seat between Kirishima and Iida.

“Uraraka!” Izuku waved her over. “You gotta try the pork cutlet bowl. It’s delicious!”

Tsuyu passed her a napkin as she took a seat. “You sure did take a while. Did something happen?”

“No everything went just fine.” she replied, taking a bite of the food. Her gaze drifted down the table to where Bakugou was sitting. He was shooting an annoyed glance at Kaminari who was shoving chopsticks up his nose. She couldn’t shake the memory of him wearing glasses from her mind. Why did he wear them? Are they just for show? Does he need to wear them? Is he nearsighted or farsighted? Did he wear contacts?

“Earth to Uraraka.” Mina waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you there?”

She jumped, dropping her chopsticks. “Sorry!”

“You were really zoned out. Something on your mind?”

“Not really, I was just thinking about classes tomorrow!”

“Ah I hear ya! I still have to do that paper for Cementoss’s class.” Mina laughed.

Izuku nearly choked on a piece of pork. “You still haven’t done it?! But he assigned it a week ago!”

“I know, I know.” Mina shrugged. “Anyway what’d you think of the food Uraraka?”

“It’s delicious!”

“We’re gonna have to step our game up tomorrow night.” Mina laughed. “Although I’m not sure how we’re going to do that with Shouji and Bakugou on our team.” She pointed across the table where Bakugou was knocking Kaminari and Kirishima’s heads together.

Uraraka hummed in thought as she watched the display. “Maybe it’ll turn out alright.”

“We can only hope.” Mina twirled a chopstick between her fingers. “Anyway I better go get started on that paper.”

Aoyama came by and picked up Mina’s empty bowl. “And we have to start cleaning, Midoriya!”

“Yeah you’re right.” He said, taking both his and Uraraka’s bowls, grabbing even more on his way to the kitchen. Mineta was yelling at them for being slow pokes. Tokoyami yanked him back into the kitchen. Uraraka giggled at their antics.

Iida took the seat Izuku had vacated. “How did you enjoy our meal?” He flashed her a proud smile. “I like to think we did quite well.”

She smiled back at him. “I’d say you guys did a great job. It was very tasty.”

“I’m glad to hear it! Hopefully we’ll be this week’s winners.” Iida grinned. Dinner cooking had become a competition. The week’s dishes were voted on by the rest of the class and the winner’s for the best dish had the week off cleaning duty.

“I wouldn’t count my group out just yet.” Uraraka said. “ I’m sure we’ll make something fantastic.”

Iida laughed heartily. “I can’t wait to try it.”

“Say Iida? You wear your glasses all the time don’t you?”

“Hmm yes well aside from the times I’m sleeping or taking a shower. Why?” Iida quirked a brow.

“Just curious. Let’s say a person doesn’t wear their glasses all the time, why wouldn’t they?” Uraraka tapped her fingers on the table.

“Well they could wear contacts and wear glasses whenever they aren’t wearing them. Or they could just not like wearing them.” Iida tapped his chin. “Some people are embarassed by them and think it might give off a bookish vibe that they’ll be labeled a nerd or geek and be teased. I know I was when I was younger.” Iida smiled softly. “It’s stopped now thankfully.”

Uraraka smiled. “I’m glad it stopped.”

A loud clatter from the kitchen caught their attention. Iida sighed, “If you’ll excuse me, I have something to check on. It was nice talking with you.”

“See ya, Iida.” Uraraka waved.

She decided she should catch up on her homework too so she wandered back to her room. She pondered what Iida had said all the way.

hey hey hey

so do you guys remember that adorable comic @pika-ace and @boopliette made with magic Sonny? Cause I- uh- well, *coughs*

The beginning’s below…


It was a bit of a shock, to say the least. How could it have been anything else?

When Benny looked across the room and saw his best friend’s cousin floating three metres above the ground, you could hardly blame him for being a little surprised. Well- perhaps that was an understatement.

“Usnavi…” he croaked, tugging quickly on the other boy’s sleeve. “Usnavi, Usnavi, look- ” Usnavi, who was busy reading one of the comic books he’d nicked from Benny’s room, brushed his hand away.

“I’m right here, dude, you don’t gotta- ” Benny grabbed his shoulders and whirled him round to face him.

“Usnavi, Sonny can fly!” Usnavi’s eyes widened and he turned to look, alarmed, but then his expression fell into a frown.

“Y'know, I’m mostly just angry I believed you.”

“But- ” Benny stared. Sonny was sitting on the table, legs swinging, sipping clumsily on the soda they’d given him to keep him quiet and blinking over at him innocently. Definitely no longer floating.

“But he was…” Usnavi punched Benny’s arm lightly.

“Nice try, though. You’re a good actor.” he said. He walked over and hoisted the little boy into his arms, taking the soda firmly away and shushing him when he whined and grabbed for it. “I’d better get him home though- Mama will worry.”

“But…” Benny trailed off. “Uh… okay. Bye, then.” He waved as Usnavi backed through the door, watching little Sonny carefully. Perhaps he had imagined it…

He shook himself off and went to clearing up their mess. Yeah. It was probably nothing.

“Qué diablos fue eso, Sonny?” Usnavi admonished the boy as he hurried down the street with him, looking around to check that no one could overhear before hissing the second part of the question. “Sabes que no puedes volar afuera! Entender? You understand? No flying!” Sonny just pouted and rubbed his face into his shoulder.

“No estaba afuera…” he mumbled. Usnavi rolled his eyes and hitched him up higher.

“Ay, dios mio- sabes a lo que me refiero! Benny saw you! Qué dices a eso?” Sonny didn’t reply. He frowned hard, clutching Usnavi’s baggy shirt in his hands and starting to look a little guilty. “Que hacemos ahora?” Usnavi continued. “If he tells someone, they could get suspicious and come looking, and if you do it again there’ll be a full on investigation and then who knows what’ll happen if Mama and Papa find out- they’ll think you’re a goblin or a devil for sure and, you know, I’m not so sure you aren’t, the amount of trouble you keep getting us in…”

No one paid much mind to the little pair as Usnavi bustled down the street with his remarkably ordinary-looking cousin clutched in his arms, seeming, as he was always told he did, rather old for his thirteen years. He scolded and fussed as he trotted down the side-streets, completely bypassing his own house and merely increasing his volume when the little boy sniffled and whined and twisted up his shirt. Not that Sonny understood much of what he was saying, though. He still communicated solely in his own special brand of gabbled Spanglish- transitioning reluctantly after being left with his Aunt and Uncle when his parents had died, since he’d hardly heard English before that. The kid couldn’t even say his name properly yet.

“Navi…” he complained, “Volver, quiero ir a casa…” Usnavi shook his head and picked up speed.

“No, no. Tenemos que ir a la Abuela. She’ll know what to do with you, you granuja.” A grin appeared quickly on Sonny’s face (Usnavi could’ve sworn the streetlights glowed a little brighter) and he wriggled in his grip and said “Abuela!” happily.

“No.” Usnavi gave him a stern look. “This isn’t a visit for fun. No es divertido.You hear?” Sonny’s face fell into confusion.


“Es porque eres travieso. You put us all in danger, okay? We can’t let people find out.” Sonny’s face fell further into a frown and he curled inwards on himself, head heavy on his cousin’s shoulder. He knew what these words meant, if only by repetition. Usnavi continued. “It has to be a secret, Sonny, comprender? What is it?” He looked down at the boy, who had his mouth clamped shut and a scowl on his face. He stopped walking and glared at him, hard. “Sonny? Qué tiene que ser? Estoy esperando.” A few seconds passed before Sonny dropped his gaze and mumbled “Secreto.”


So this was a lot of fun… would anyone be interested if I was to write more?

Pinky Promise || M.C.

Thank you all so much for 100 followers! Here’s a new little piece for you!

Characters: Michael Clifford/Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Brief (but detailed) smut!!

Summary: The one where Michael pinky promises. (The ending loosely based on WAYF)

The streetlights were starting to flicker on and the sun a golden glow as it began to set for the evening. That was your curfew at 7 years old. You and your best friend Michael would run around outside until the sun set and sometimes even a bit after when Michael’s mom began to yell. It was everyday like a routine since the two of you could remember.

“Mikey!!! We should go inside!!” You called after the rambunctious brunette boy.

“But Y/N!!!” Michael whined.

You caught up to Michael, chest heaving because the boy was so fast.

“Listen, we’ll come back here tomorrow!!” You said, smiling.

“Promise?” The boy asked, just like every other night. Only this night was different. Tomorrow Michael starts a new school. His parents wanted him to go to this new Christian school while your parents didn’t see the point. It was more money and more traveling and they said no every single time you asked. It would be the first school year that you didn’t have your best friend by your side.

You replied, unconvincingly to both of you it seemed, “Pinky promise.” You locked pinkies with the boy and shook on it.

“I can’t wait to hear about all of the snobby prep school kids Mikey!!” you called after him as he headed into his house.

“See you tomorrow Y/N!” he replied.

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"Can you come pick me up please?" Another Lucaya AU

The mass of sweaty bodies surrounding Maya seemed to be growing larger by the second and she was beginning to overheat. Her sweaty curls were now clinging to her face and the pair of heels that she was wearing squeezed her toes too much to be considered comfortable. She began to inch her way towards the edge of the crowd of gyrating teenagers to get some fresh air. When she finally made it out of the crowd, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She made her way into the less packed, but still crowded kitchen to retrieve another drink.

“Where are all of your friends?” A deep voice asked her as he handed her a red cup.

Maya accepted the cup wearily and sniffed it before taking a sip because goddamn she was parched. She glanced up to see that the boy was a senior from her school who she thought she recognized as one of Lucas’s teammates. “Riley and Farkle are off somewhere playing tonsil hockey.”

“And Lucas?” He prompted, only reinforcing Maya’s assumption. “I’d think he would be following you around like the lost puppy he always is around you.”

She felt her face grimace at his comment and shook her head. “He didn’t come tonight. Said something about needing to study for a trig test on Monday.” Bored of the conversation, she began looking around the kitchen and noticed that it was a lot emptier than it had been moments before when she had entered it. “Besides, he does not follow me like a lost puppy.”

“I don’t know about that,” the tall boy laughed. Maya wasn’t sure of his name, but she thought it started with a J. He let his eyes roam her small body up and down, lingering in certain places far too long to be considered decent. When he met her eyes again she could see a darkness that made his brown eyes seem almost black. “Those heels do a number for your legs.”

Maya felt a shiver run down her back and instinctively took a step away from the suddenly menacing football player. “Listen, I better go find Riley. It’s getting awfully late. It was nice talking to you, um-”

“You don’t even know my name? Miss Hart, I am hurt.” He frowned in mock disappointment. Maya continued backing away until she was cornered by a counter and the refrigerator. “Don’t worry, short stuff. I can have you screaming it in just a matter of minutes.”

A burning anger took over the petite blonde’s body and she glared at the horny senior in front of her. He was positioned so that his arms were against the counter tops on either side of her and his face was a mere inches from hers. She looked him fiercely in the eyes and pushed his body away from hers. “I will not be screaming anyone’s name tonight, buddy. Now back off and let me go find my friends.”

He laughed at her mockingly, but did not move his face close to hers again. “Your friends are gone, pretty lady. It’s just you and me now.”

That was it. Maya stomped her heel down on the boy’s foot and then immediately thrust her knee up to hit him where it hurt, and boy did it sound like it hurt. “Listen closely. You are nothing but a pig and no girl at this school will ever be with you after I have something to say about you, ya hear me? So back off, and don’t ever try to corner me again.”

She ducked under his arm and strutted away out the front door, pulling out her cell phone as she did. She asked someone along her path if her friends truly had gone home and they confirmed the asshole’s words, so she called the only person she could think of that she trusted with a license to get to this remote party. “Lucas, can you come pick me up please?”

At some point in the twenty minutes that it had taken Lucas to get to the party, Maya had begun to feel a bit worse for wear. If she had had the energy to pick herself up she might have marched back into the house and called the guy out for spiking her drink, but she was using every last bit of energy she had to stay awake and cognizant. When Lucas finally did arrive, he jumped out of his car quickly and ran to where Maya was sat leaning against a tree in the front yard.

“Maya, are you alright?” He asked frantically. “What happened to you? Are you drunk?”

She hadn’t explained anything to him on the phone, knowing that if she had he would have probably gotten pulled over for speeding, or maybe worse. He looked at her with worried sea foam eyes and began checking her whole body for a sign that she was hurt. “Mm fine,” she slurred, barely able to get that out. “Just take me home.”

He shook his head, but wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her anyways. He carried her bridal style towards his car and cursed under his breath. “I can’t take you home like this, Maya. Your mother would kill you. You need to tell me what happened because I have never seen you this drunk in your life.”

She buried her face into his chest and groaned, feeling a pounding headache surge through her skull. “Don’t feel good,” she mumbled right before she spilled her entire stomach all over his gray shirt and all throughout her hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he managed to open the car door with his foot. He set her down in the passenger seat and noticed an elastic on her wrist. He gripped her hair into what sort of resembled a ponytail and sat it on the top of her head to avoid any more throw up from soiling it. He then made his way to the trunk of his car and emptied a bucket of baseballs he kept in it. He brought the bucket back over to the pale blonde and handed it to her. “If you need to be sick again, use this.” He then peeled off his shirt and threw it on the lawn, leaving it there. It was never one of his favorites anyways.

Lucas drove as fast as humanly possible without getting ticketed back to his house, periodically checking on his passenger. She only threw up into the bucket twice more before they reached their destination. He helped her out of the car and up the stairs into his house as quietly as possible as to not alert his mother of their presence. When they made it safely to Lucas’s room he let out a sigh of relief, leading Maya to his bed.

“Mind telling me what is going on now?” He asked worriedly, handing her a bottle of water that he had picked up on their way past the kitchen.

She took a big slug and met his eyes with her own cloudy blue ones. “I think I got roofied,” she laughed humorlessly.

His eyes went wide and she saw his muscles visibly tense. “What did you just say?” He boomed. “Why wouldn’t you have told me that while we were there so I could have kicked that guy’s ass?”

She smirked and shook her head. “Relax Huckleberry. I did that all by myself.”

He rolled his eyes and looked at her. “Of course you did. What was his name? Who was it?”

She shrugged and took another gulp out of the bottle. “Not sure. Tall, dark, not so handsome. Can we not talk about it please, I dealt with it myself.”

He sighed, but decided to let it go. For now. “Why don’t you go wash the throw up out of your hair and change?” He suggested, grabbing her one of the shirts from his drawer. “No offense, but you kind of smell.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, feeling a bit better from the water and cleansing of her stomach. “Gee, thanks Lucas, that means a lot. I’ll be right back.” She accepted the light blue T-shirt from him and made her way to his bathroom.

When she shut the door behind her she let out a sigh before looking at the mirror. Her mascara was running all down her face and her messy hair had chunks of her own throw up in it. She looked almost as horrible as she felt. With another sigh, she took Lucas’s make-do ponytail out and put her head into the sink, washing her hair. She took a bottle of his shampoo and made sure that her hair was fully clean before stripping her tight silver dress off and removing her stockings. She slipped the shirt that Lucas had given her over her wet head and smiled when the soft cotton hit her skin. She smelt like Lucas and already she was feeling a lot better. The shirt reached almost to her knees and she felt quite warm despite the temperature outside. Finally, she washed the remaining makeup off of her face and took a deep breath. She stepped out of her heels and carried them, along with her dress and stockings, back into Lucas’s room.

When she returned, he was still pacing his room seemingly fuming. He looked up when he heard her shut his door and instantly stopped to stare at her. His mouth dropped slightly but he caught himself and reached up to rub the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Do you feel any better?”

Maya nodded and laughed softly to herself when she noticed he was still shirtless, wearing a pair of old sweatpants that said “Texas A&M” on them. “A little bit. Thanks for the shirt,” she said softly.

“Yeah, uh no problem.” They both stood there a moment, staring at each other. “You can have the bed,” he finally said, walking towards the door. “I can just go sleep on the couch. My mom won’t wake up until around noon so it won’t matter-”

“Lucas,” she cut him off. He stopped his rambling and looked at her. “You don’t need to sleep on the couch.”

“Really, it’s fine. Honestly it’s kind of comfortable.”

“Lucas.” She said a bit more certain. “I think I would feel a lot better if you slept next to me.”

And it was true, she would sleep better. Although she acted all strong and tough girl, sometimes she needed someone to be there with her. She still felt some of the effect of the drug in her system and she knew that she didn’t want to be alone right now. Lucas searched her eyes for what seemed like minutes before slowly nodding and leading her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and let her crawl in first. He laid down next to her, unsure of what to do with his limbs until she cuddled into his bare chest. He cringed slightly at the feel of her wet hair, but then wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her tightly against him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Maya,” he whispered softly into her wet mop of hair.

She pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes. “You were there for me, Lucas. You came to get me with no questions asked when I needed you and now you are letting me stay here, in your bed with you, just so that I don’t have to go home and be alone. Thank you, Huckleberry. I owe you big time.”

She let her face fall back into the crook of his neck and tangled her legs with his. He was very glad she did because it meant that she couldn’t see the giant grin plastered on his face from her words, heating his cheeks, but boy could she feel it.

“Please let me in!”

Of course it was her.

“Get in quick.”

Katara rushed past him, and he locked the door behind her. Zuko leaned against the wall and raised his eyebrow at her. Katara opened her mouth at the same time he did,

“What are you doing here?”

“I, a lady, am in the ladies’ lounge, Fire Lord,” she said, a smile tugging the corner of her mouth, “what are you doing here?”

“I, the Fire Lord, am… exploring.”


He smiled, “Okay, fine. Hiding.”

She smiled wider, “There we go. Why don’t you tell me all about the poor Fire Lord and his huge problems.”

She walked over to the mirrors and pulled water from one of the basins next to her. For the first time, Zuko noticed the splotches of dark liquid on the side of her dress, and on her sleeves.

“What happened?” he asked as he made his way over to the loveseat in the center of the room. He made a mental note to speak to the chief of staff. There was no way women needed this many pillows and chairs in a bathroom.

Katara let out a frustrated sigh, “You know, nothing new. Conspiracy nuts just love it when I visit.”


“The usual,” she shrugged, but her smile had gone, “I’m a witch, long live Ozai, down with women, whatever. Take your pick. They threw fruit this time.”

Zuko leaned forward, his arms on his knees, “Well I’ll be sure to show up at their hearing. That ought to scare them off for a while.”

Katara waved him off, grabbing a towel and soaking it in water, “Oh, they weren’t arrested. I told your men to let them go.”

Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, “Of course you did.” He heard her wring out the water in the towel, and nearly yelled when the cold, wet fabric hit his face.

“Warm that up for me, will you?” she was grinning. He just knew she was, “The stain won’t come out with cold water.”

Zuko exhaled steam and chucked the towel back at her. She caught it in one hand, and began dabbing at her dress, “Your turn. What was so bad that the Fire Lord had to go hide in big, fluffy pillows?”


“And then he starts talking about how flexible  Su Yin has been after her lessons- Katara, he’s her FATHER-”

“Ha! Was that before or after he stopped kissing your royal butt?”

“It’s not funny. It’s the opposite of funny.”

“Poor little Fire Lord. Too many girls chasing you. Life is HARD after the war, isn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up. Come here, you missed a spot on the belt.”

She walked over with her eyes mid-roll, and he stood to take the towel from her hands. If asked, he would’ve said that no, he did not remember that she smelled a little bit like panda lilies, or that he could tell she tried to sleek down her hair with cherry oil.


“You can’t be serious.”

She braced herself against his shoulder, “Oh, I am. He told your Uncle I was chewing in code to threaten him.”

He nudged her hip with his elbow, “And to think I was JUST starting to warm up to his daughter.”

“You’re such a liar. Anyway. Today he comes up to me, in front of everyone, mind you, and asks how dare I wear this shade of lipstick.”

Zuko looked up at her, and caught sight of her smile. He turned his attention back to the belt. Or rather, the very stubborn stain he had gotten on his knees to eradicate, “Lipstick?” He asked.

“Mhm. He said that the fact that I’d worn pink and not red was a clear sign of my intentions to dissolve the Fire Nation’s government.”

He laughed lightly, and got up, “This is impossible. Lift your arms.”
He found it just the slightest bit interesting that she did as he asked with no objections, and did not question him when he began undoing the belt at her waist. He gathered up the fabric in his arms and she grabbed his shoulders for balance. It was like he was hugging her without touching her, the way his arms circled her body and came back around to her middle. He could feel her hair on his jaw when he leaned in.
She was in the middle of a story about her brightest student, a delicate bloodbender who came from a former Fire Nation colony, when Zuko finished removing the belt. He stood in front of her, listening and smiling, until she finally lifted her hands from his shoulders.

“I give up,” he says, once her story ends, “you’ll have to take this to our seamstress. Maybe she can salvage it.”

Katara folds up the cloth in her hands and sets it aside. “Thanks, Zuko.”

Maybe it was how close she stood. Maybe the fact that this was just like camping together as children. Maybe this was just who they were together, when no one else was around, but Zuko finally saw the punchline to all of Uncle’s jokes written plainly on Katara’s warm skin, scattered in faint freckles across her cheeks that had not been there when they were younger. He saw why Sokka had always “kept watch” around them back then. He saw it in the way his hand was reaching to wipe away some water from her cheek.

“Anytime,” he said, just to see that smile one more time.

Riarkle First Date One Shot (as quick as I could so it's not great)
  • : Knock on the door, Cory answers, Farkle is standing there:
  • Farkle: Hi, Mr Matthews...
  • Cory(surprised): Farkle, hi, come in…don’t you usually use my daughters window as your method of coming and going?
  • Farkle: Well yea, sir, usually I do, but I thought tonight I should use the door…
  • Cory: Tonight? Why tonight?
  • : Maya enters from stairs:
  • Maya(smirking): Cause he’s taking Riley out on a date, Matthews, duh.
  • Cory(staring confusingly at Farkle): ...Wha???
  • : Farkle raises his finger and opens his mouth to anwser, but nervously no words come out:
  • Maya(knowingly): Oh, I’m sorry, had you not heard?!?!
  • : Riley appears on stairs, her and Farkle lock eyes, they start running in slow motion towards each other:
  • Maya: Wow, you two nerds are made for each other.
  • Cory(Stopping them with his hands): Wait wait wait wait wait! America- I mean Riley- you were with Japan- I mean- but now - Canada? You-bowling? Huh?!
  • Riley(smiling): Yea Dad, Canada…taken for granted-
  • Farkle(smiling back): -But always there for you.
  • : Pause, Riley and Farkle just staring at each other smiling goofily, Cory looks horrified, pointing back and forth at them:
  • Maya(starts pushing Riley and Farkle out the door, scoots past a frozen Cory): OKAY, well run along now, have her home by 10 young man, you crazy kids have fun...
  • : Looking back at Cory:
  • ...Don’t worry, it'll be fine.
  • : Maya shuts door behind her:
  • Cory: Will they be fine? Is this a good thing or do I need to be terrified cause I gotta tell ya, I'm feelin a little terrified right now.
  • Topanga(patting him): Aw, honey, don't worry...I think it might be a great thing.
  • —————————————————————————————————————————
  • : Riley and Farkle walking down the street, Farkle has her arm and is almost dragging her he's walking so fast:
  • Riley(laughing): Farkle, slow down! Where are you taking me!? Where are we going?
  • Farkle: It’s a surprise! And no where, cause were here!
  • Riley(looking up): Cafe….Hey. You brought me to Cafe Hey?
  • Farkle: OK Zay told me it was lame, but our grandparents met here and I thought it would kind of a cool idea to-
  • Riley: -I love it.
  • Farkle(proud of himself): I thought you might say that. And it's a good thing you did-
  • Riley: Why?
  • Farkle: Cause it’s open mic night for poetry and I signed you up!
  • Riley: -say what now?
  • Farkle(dragging her in): You can do that poem you wrote based on Our Town for English class-
  • Riley: Farkle, I don’t have it memorized I can’t just-
  • Farkle: -Of course not, I know that! ...But are you gonna tell me you DON'T have it written down in the notebook you're carrying inside your purse?
  • : Riley is frozen, giving him the death stare:
  • Farkle: You'll do great! You were Juliet in the school play!
  • Riley: Farkle, that was pretending to be someone else. This is…me, being me in front of a bunch of strangers. I can’t do that!
  • Farkle: Riley you can’t be anything BUT you. And that poem is beautiful… Come on, what would great grandma Rosie do?
  • : Waitress comes up to get there order:
  • Farkle: Two mango smoothies, extra thick with spoons please.
  • (turning his attention back to Riley nonchalantly)
  • …So?
  • Riley(smiling admiringly from the order he made): She would probably thank you for making her go up there.
  • Announcer: Thank you, Cool Cat Joe, who once again has lived up to his name by reading us yet another piece on the riveting aspects of what it's like being a cat owner! Alrightttt, so next up we have...Riley Matthews, with her poem "Horizon"! Let’s show her some love, my people!
  • : Audience snapping, Riley suddenly looking terrified:
  • : Riley walks up to stage, trips a little up the stairs, gets blinded by lights, and blocks them with her arms. Lights dim so she can see. She looks out, terrified/horrified look on her face, but seeing Farkle smiling at her. She begins:
  • Riley:
  • It all seems to stop
  • Right at once.
  • I breathe in, deep-
  • As the whole world
  • slowly turns to gold
  • And sometimes it seems like
  • We are nothing but tiny specks
  • In our towns,
  • Our cities,
  • Our Universe,
  • Our lives.
  • But I stand up,
  • I stand strong,
  • Dressed in glitter and rainbows
  • Determined to find hope
  • Or some silver
  • In even the tiniest of linings.
  • And that’s how I know
  • There is no end
  • To my Horizon.
  • …Thank you.
  • : Pause of silence, crowd bursts with applause, standing ovation:
  • : Riley has tears in her eyes, looking out at crowd:
  • ;Runs down to hug Farkle;
  • Riley: THAT...WAS AMAZING! THANK YOU! This is the greatest date ever!
  • Farkle: Don’t say that yet. This is a two parter! You ready for what comes next?
  • Riley(pensive): Yea….I think I am.
  • ——————————————————————
  • : Riley and Farkle on a rooftop stars are shining extremely bright and clear:
  • Riley: Wow, Farkle this is…beautiful
  • Farkle(pridefully): I know, right?
  • Riley: It’s like we’re-
  • Farkle: -Tiny specks in the Universe?
  • Riley(laughing): Exactly.
  • Farkle: So this whole being on a date thing…do you think it's weird?
  • Riley(poking fun): Weird? Why, because it’s with you, Farkley, orange turtleneck wearing boy genius, who I’ve known since he was practically in diapers?
  • Farkle(embarrassed but laughing): Hey, I don't wear those things anymore! But-yea, cause of that.
  • Riley(Ponders, then says): ...No. Actually, it kinda feels like we should have been doing this the whole time. Is THAT weird?
  • Farkle(looking down): It's not even a little bit weird.
  • : Long pause, Farkle looks back up at the sky:
  • Farkle: …So did you hear they’re thinking of making pluto a planet again?
  • Riley: Yea, how ‘bout that.
  • Farkle: They said by 2018 it might be officially reinstated as part of our solar system
  • Riley(beat): Do you know everything, genius?
  • Farkle(shrugging): Not everything thing, just most things...and I dunno, I guess maybe I check up on stuff that's important to you sometimes...just to sure good things happen cause I know it'll make you happy-
  • Riley: -Farkle?
  • Farkle: Yea?
  • Riley: I really like you.
  • : Farkle smiles, they both look back up at the sky. Farkle grabs her hand, starts to hold it, Riley looks surprised:
  • Farkle: Is...this OK?
  • Riley: It's perfect.
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request: Hey! Is it alright if I ask for a Jungkook smut where he’s an innocent little cinnamon bun and he really likes you more than a friend and y/n has no idea about it… Until one day you walk in on Jungkook touching himself saying your name and you help him out a little? OMO I need to bathe in holy water. Tysm! :) 

word count: 1,657

warnings: smut

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Lafayette x Reader; Modern!AU

My bold isn’t working, and neither is my italic :( I wrote this a while ago but I’m posting it now so you guys don’t have to go without an imagine while I’m working on something else. It leaves off on a cliffhanger?? It’s traSh


Bartending wasn’t the best job, you could admit.

And you didn’t meet the best people all the time.

But, it payed the bills, and it could be fun sometimes, so you just kind of went with it.

You wiped down the bar a second time that night, when a group of men walked in, they were all familiar faces, that just so happened to not have names.

They were regulars, so regular that you had officially made nicknamed got them, there was; Freckles, Muscles, Debatee, and Floofy.

Their names gave off their descriptions, obviously Freckles had lots of Freckles, Muscles was very Muscley, Debatee was always arguing, and Floofy had very fluffy, or Floofy hair. He was also quite attractive, in your opinion.

You already were getting the bottles of Samuel Adams’ out, it was what they ordered practically every time.

You poured it into rows of shot glasses, and smiled as the group walked up, “Nice to see you again, boys.”

Floofy winked at you and sat down at the bar, while his friends sat on both sides of him.

Distracting yourself, and trying to hide the blush that was rising to your cheeks, you walked over to serve a different group of people.


You walked over to the group of men, who were dancing singing, Debatee was arguing, and Floofy was staring at you.

“Dieu, tu es si belle,” (God, you’re so beautiful) he said, under his breath.

Even though you knew French, his voice was so quiet you didn’t catch it, you pulled out another bottle of Samuel Adams, “Sorry, what?”

He cleared his throat, “Oh pardon, nothing. Two more, please.”

You smiled at him, and passed the shots over. He immediately downed both, “Je vous remercie, mademoiselle.” (Thank you, miss)

You gave him a rather confusing look, but smiled again. God, he was so damn attractive.

You walked away, but his friends walked up to him.

“I heard what you were saying over here, I don’t think she has a clue what you’re saying,” Debatee said.

Floofy adjusted himself, “Yes, Hamilton, it is a good zing.”

“You likeeee her,” Freckles said in a sing-song tone.

“im va vous frapper au visage si vous ne vous taisez pas,” (im going to punch you in the face if you don’t shut up) Floofy said

“I have no idea what you just said,” Freckles giggled. Muscles walked up, “What are we talking about?”

“Lafayette has a crush,” ‘Hamilton’ said, before 'Lafayette’ could say anything.

“Ooh, on who?”

“The bartender,” Hamilton cooed.

“Dude, ask her out!” Muscles said, he looked over at you, on the other side of the bar, taking orders and talking to customers, “I might just do it instead.”

“ous simplement arrêter ?! je ne devrais pas avoir dit quoi que ce soit , et vous devriez de rester calme !” (will you just stop?! i shouldn’t have said anything, and you should of stayed quiet!) Lafayette turned to Hamilton.

“Calm down, I was joking, I don’t know what you said– but I was joking,” Muscles said.

“You never asked me not to say anything,” Hamilton said, turning to Lafayette, “So, not my fault.”

After moments of hearing nothing from the boys’ side of the bar, you walked over, “Do you boys need anything?” You asked.

“Uh, just the check please,” Hamilton said, still known as 'Debatee’ in your head.

You continued to add up what you got them, and gave them the check, then walked to the other side of the bar, giving them more time to pay for what the drink, and letting you get to more waiting customers.

“You so like her,” Hamilton said, getting money out of his wallet, “You may not talk to her, but you so like her.”

Lafayette groaned and put his head in his hands, his friends laughed around him, but it ceased when you came back.

You smiled at them, “Thank you for coming, I assume I’ll be seeing you guys again soon,” you let out a light hearted laugh and put the cash in the cash register.

They all began to get off their stools, saying their 'goodbyes.’

“Au revoir pour le moment, mademoiselle,” (Goodbye for now, miss.) Lafayette said, you only smiled in response.

The group walked out the door, officially dulling out your night, but luckily your shift ended in thirty minutes, so it probably wouldnt have got any more exciting.

~Hamiltons place~

“I don’t know that was the reason you always wanted to go to that bar!” Hamilton exclaimed, “I thought it was because it was close to my house!”

Lafayette frowned, “Can you punch him for me, Mulligan?”

Muscles– or Mulligan –laughed, “Yeah, no. Not my division.”

Freckles took a seat by Lafayette, “So… Why don’t you ever talk to her?”

“I only have the confidence quand je suis en état d'ébriété.”

“You have to speak in English, Mulligan and Lauren’s don’t understand.”

Lafayette stayed quiet, though. So, Alexander repeated what he had said in French, in English, “He only feels like he can talk to her when he’s drunk.”

“Why don’t you pretend to be drunk?” 'Laurens’ giggiled,

“Pretend?” Lafayette asked.

“Well, yeah, then if you do anything stupid, you could just blame it on the alcohol.”

Preference #3

Preference for when its your birthday?



Steve had truly been listening to you when you were gushing about the beach, even when you were sure that he wasn’t. So when his motorcycle rolled onto the soft messy mass of sand, you couldn’t contain your happiness and you threw your arms around him and kissed him repeatedly out of gratitude. He wrapped his arms around you as you took in the sight of the light reflecting off the water.

“Happy birthday,” he muttered into your ear, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Race you,” you challenged. He smirked as he took off down the beach, his hair flying in the wind. You huffed in frustration and took off after him, yelling that he was cheating.


“Special delivery for this lovely person,” Kieth announced while placing a large glass filled with your favorite milkshake in the center of the table. You fumbled as you tried to pulled a straw out of the container sitting on the table. You smiled as the the cool drink slide down your throat and settled into your stomach. You looked up, feeling the eyes of your boyfriend bore into your soul.

“Yes,” you had hardly a chance to finish your sentence before he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. You giggled, as you dipped your finger into the shake and smear some on the tip of his nose. He struggled to stretch his tongue out enough to lick his nose for a while until he gave up and wiped it off with his hand. You gasped when he too dipped his finger into the shake and smeared some on your cheek. You wiped it off and discretely slathered it on the back of his jacket. You watched as he grabbed a straw for himself and began sucking down your drink. You stared shocked that he would challenge you to such a thing and grabbed another straw, placing both in your mouth as you sucked hard, your mouth filling with the drink. You glanced up at him to see an astounded expression placed upon your boyfriends face. You snorted, your mouth full of the creamy shake. He broke from his trance and broke out into a huge grin as you covered your mouth to keep the liquid from pouring out.


You twirled, your hair swishing around your face. You smiled back at Soda, as snowflakes floated from the sky and settled on your hair. He smiled, and dug his hands deeper into his pockets as he approached you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying slightly with you as you stared at the snow covered streets.

“Why can’t every night be as beautiful as this one?” you wondered aloud. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as he spun you around and placed on hand on your waist and another in your hand. You giggle as he hums a song to himself as he spins you both in circles.

“Because if every night was as beautiful as this one, it’d lose its beautiful demeanor,” he whispered into your ear. You shivered at his words and pressed your body closer to his. He smiled as he spun you out of his arms, one hand still gripping yours and pulled you back in to his chest.

“Do you trust me,” he asked with a smirk. I nodded cautiously, worried of his intentions. He grinned and started to dip you backwards. Your hand that was laying on his shoulder ached to clench shut on his coat to keep you balanced but you placed your faith in his and dipped your head back as he steadily brought you up.  You smiled when you were back on your two feet and leaned in to kiss him.

“Happy Birthday,” he muttered just before your lips merge together in a passionate kiss.


You pressed your nose to the glass as the sharks swam by the glass once again. You were jumping with joy as you held one of your hands back, Johnny taking the hint and catching it in his own hand and walking to join you by the glass.

“Aren’t they just beautiful? They are so majestic” you gushed, your eyes frantically grazing over each  marine animal that swam by the glass.

“Yeah, they sure are something else,” Johnny replied, but you could tell by the tone of his voice, that he wasn’t just talking about the animals. You pried your gaze away from the animals to see your boyfriend, entranced by your presence. You shot him a small smile as you mind wandered back over to the large animals swimming in the tank in front of you. You blushed brightly as he brought your intertwined hands up to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. You slipped your hand from out of his grip and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for bringing me here. I love it,” you breathed into his chest. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

“Anything for you,” he said sweetly. You smiled and pecked his lips as the beautiful scenery in front of you proved to be the best birthday you could have ever hoped for.


“Stick together,” you asked, smirking at his crumbled form on the ice. You held out your hand,as a gesture to help him up.

“Stick together,” he agreed as he clambered up to his feet using your hand to balance him. You held his hand as you pushed off and  pulled a hesitant Ponyboy to a slow start. After a few laps around the rink, he finally took the lead and began dragging you around. You warned him telling him that he shouldn’t be going so fast since he was still starting out. You shut your eyes not wanting to see when you two were going to crash and burn.

“Pony, maybe we- ahhh,” you screamed as you and Pony both lurched forward and fell to the ground. You couldn’t help the bursts of giggles that escaped your mouth, and soon you and Pony were laying in the middle of the rink clutching your stomachs as your laughs could be heard throughout the entire building.


You listened diligently as Darry hummed your guys’s song to himself, but it echoed throughout the empty room through the silence. You watched him as his back muscles flex slightly as his reaches up to paint the upper corner of the wall. You bit your lip as you carefully stepped towards him, dipping your paint roller in the paint one more time before you quickly spread it down his back. He stopped when he was doing, a playful yet shocked smile on his face. He lunged for you and you squealed, jumping back.

“Come here you little,” he grunted as you sidestepped his grab for you. You turn to run away when you feel two arms sneak around your waist and pull you into a hard body. You shrink down and giggle as you struggled to break free. He took his brush and rolled it down the front of your shirt as well as your pants. You gasped as your pushed him away and slapped his chest lightly. He placed his roller on the stool as he walked towards you. He lunged for you and this time you let him grab you. He pulls you close to him and kisses you on your lips, his breaths coming short and shallow. Your wrap your arms around his neck, your roller still in your hand. You hadn’t realized you two had been propelling backwards until you slipped on your ‘Happy Birthday’ banner and clenched your eyes waiting for the impact. You realized you were still standing when you heard the relieved breath Darry above you. He had caught you by sliding his hands to the small of your back and using his every growing strength to steady the both of you.  

“Really,” he questioned, mocking you for your clumsiness.

“Well I don’t know why that’s there,” you replied, shooting him an accusing look. He smiled cheekily and you placed your hand on the back of his neck, bringing him down a bit to kiss him. You two make out like that until Darry’s legs go weak and sends the both of your tumbling to the ground. You laugh from your spot on the ground, as you look over at Darry, whose cheeks were flushed from the intense make out session. You rolled on top of him and straddled him.

“I know what I want for my birthday,” you whispered in his ear. You grinned as he gulped and nodded, biting his lip in anticipation.


“Dally you didn’t have to do that,” you said, not bothering to shut the car door. He shrugged as he walked towards the abandoned brick building, leaning against it and staring ahead. You crossed your arms and he sighed.

“He wasn’t going to get away with saying what he did about you. Besides,” he lit a cigarette and took a drag, “it’s your birthday.” You stared shocked at him as you processed his words.

“You remembered,” you stated astonished. Then as if your body was catching up with what he had previously said, your cheeks blushed a bright pink.

“Why would you think I would forget,” he accused, his eyes narrowing. You stared at him and studied his face.

“Because I know we’re kind of an on and off thing, I didn’t think you would acknowledge it,” you confessed. He nodded, and swiped away the hair that had fallen across his face away.

You chewed on your bottom lip as he took another drag. His eyes flicked down to you as he raised an eyebrow. He smirked, an amused sparkle in his eyes. He blew the smoke into your face and you swatted at the air. When the smoke cleared, you shoved him and rolled your eyes annoyed at him.

You rocked on your heels, staring at the sunset, while the silence drove you mad. You could feel Dally’s intense glare on you and it made your heart thump hard in your chest. You turned hearing the sizzle of cigarette bud being smothered and before you could, your lips collided with Dally’s. You instinctively, wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. His breath reeked of tobacco, but it always did. You felt your stomach clench as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. Dally hated touching, he just wasn’t affectionate like that. You bite his bottom lip, making him growl into your mouth. You felt your skin radiate a glow as he moved his hands down to your bum and hoisted you up onto his car, which you hadn’t realized you had reeled toward. He plopped you down on the hood of the car, and kissed down your neck.

“I didn’t get you anything, perhaps this’ll make up for it,” he muttered against your throat, tickling your skin.

“Oh this is a present,” you replied,“perhaps it’s time for me to unwrap it.”


“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out today,” Tim says for the thirtieth time today. You roll your eyes and place your hand over his mouth, shushing him.

“Enough of that,” you scolded, your eyes fluttering a bit in surprise as one of the boys skated up the ramp and past you, making your hair fly up into your face. Tim chuckled as he raised his hands to your hair and untangled it from your face. You flashed him a thankful smile as his fingers remained in your hair, twirling it around his fingers. Your hands, as if by second nature, trailed to Tim’s hair and you ran your hands through it, feeling your hands melt into the smooth texture of it.

You narrowed your eyes at Tim as he opened his mouth to speak. Knowing what was coming you leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips. He kissed you back, his free hand finding yours.

“I’d rather spend this day with you, than out at some extravagant restaurant where I wouldn’t be able to speak aloud without the fear of being too loud. I love you, and would spend everyday just like this. Just me and you,” you stated, looking him in the eyes to indicate your sincerity.

“And us,” one of the boys yelled to you two. You shake your head, laughing as Tim studied your face.

“I love you too,” he replied. Your eyes shot up to him, your eyes wide and teary. You smiled and leaned down and kissed his face repeatedly. Your heart savored the feeling of having him say it back for the first time ever. He laughed as you smothered him.

“Happy Birthday,” he manages to get out through the kisses.


“What’s going on in there,” you asked your best friend. There was a loud pop and the sound of something clattering to the floor in the gymnasium. She flung her hair over her shoulder and cleared her throat as though she was anticipating this question.

“Nothing,” she squeaked. You stopped walking and turned to look at her. You blink at her and the high pitch startling you, but also indicated that she was lying.

“Really,” you raised an eyebrow at her. She stared at you, her eyes wide as she nodded vigorously. “Of all people why would the put you up to lie to me, you can’t lie,” you rolled your eyes. She gasped as though she were offended but then nodded casually in agreement. You turned and went to go open the doors to the gym. You licked your lips as your best friend jumped in front of you, blocking the door.

“Are you gonna maybe just slide on out of my way,” you tried to reason with her. She smiled nervously and crossed her arms.

“No,” she said, although it came out as though it were a question. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot, wanting to stop the party construction before it was too late. You had already asked not to have a party.

“Please,” you asked kindly.

“No really there is nothing in her-,” your best friend tried to stall. You uncrossed your arms and walked around her. You opened the doors and gasped at all the balloons and all the streamers hanging from the ceiling. You heard a chorus of items dropping on the floor. You turned to see the entire crew blush a faint pink as the party director continued on her instructions.

“What are you guys lo-” the bright red haired director stopped and turned, frowning at the sight of you. She placed her clipboard in the table and rubbed her temples. The group of people scattered, some hiding behind the bleachers, others just flat out just left.

“I thought I asked you to keep her out at all costs,” Cherry asked menacingly calm. Your best friend gulped and you stepped in front of her.

“She tried her best to keep me out,” I was just persistent,“ you defended. Cherry sighed and nodded in agreement.

“Well that is beyond known, but still. I wanted this to be a surprise,” she admitted, defeated.

“Cherry, you know I don’t care for big parties,” you replied rubbing your hand up and down her arm reassuringly. She have you a side smile and nodded, advertise her gaze.

“Hey,” you said, placing your thumb under her chin and turning to towards you, “I’d much rather spend the day together with you.”

She blushed and searched yours eyes, finding nothing but the truth. She nodded and looked around.

“I guess we should take this down,” she stated.

“Probably. But first,” you started as she turned to look at you, urging you to continue, but that was the end of the sentence. You wrapped your arm around her waist and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. She melted into it like she did with every other kiss you two had together. You blushed and pulled Cherry closer to you as your friends came out and cheered for you two, throwing confetti at you two.