the voices of girls are so adorable. ;)

The way she slept in his bed made his heart warm with strange feelings. Her body coiled up like a small nocturnal animal, hands folded neatly on her waist. As he crept closer to gaze at her, she stirred, ever so slightly. Open out her hands, eyes still closed, she said in a dreamy voice:
‘Come, warmth.’
That was the moment he knew this girl was his home.
—  When home is not a place but a person
The bet

(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)

Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


Originally posted by almie18

   Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance. 

   A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her. 

   "(Y/N), you’re here!“ 

   "I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile. 

   Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

    “I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows. 

   "Okay…what’s the catch?“ 

   "You have to date her for more than four months,”

    “no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

    “What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly. 

   "Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

    "Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month," 

   "Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down. 

   "Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“

   "Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

      “Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her. 

   "Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

    "She recently moved to Brooklyn-" 

   "Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was. 

   Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one. 


   The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.

    Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.

    “(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?" 

   "Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again. 

   "No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there. 

   "I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“ 

   "I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest," 

   "Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”

    “Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.

    “Are- are you serious?" 

   "Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely. 

   "You’re not lying to me?“

    "No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it. 

   "I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand… 


    Well- Bucky had fucked up Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.

    After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.

    It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it. 

   He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible. 

   He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best. 


    “Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.

     "Yeah, yeah I am,“

    "I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over. 

   It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache. 

   "In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.

     "(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“

     "Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment. 

    Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve. 

   "Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“

    "Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad," 

   "What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”

     "you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“ 

    "I thought she deserved to know!" 

    "God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”

    “I do!" 

   "Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.

     "That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“ 

    "Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.

     "Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off. 

   "You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!" 

   "I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!" 

   "I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!" 

    "Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”

     "Why should I you heartless prick?“ 

    "Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher. 

    “She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief. 

    “Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough," 

   "You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.

    With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.  


   "She loves the stars,“

     "Yeah, I know that Pegs,”

    “Loves chocolate," 

    "I know that too,”

     "She loves to read-“

     "Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”

    “She likes red wine too,”

    “How is this going to help me at all?”

    “Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her," 

   "Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”

     "Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“ 

    Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.


     Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer. 

    "Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.

     "(Y/N), please just open up,“ 

  "Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?” 

  “No, I’m here to ask you on a date-” 

  “a date? Are you serious?” 

  “Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”

   “Why should I?” 

  “Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.

    “So…a date?” 

  “Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form. 

   “I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”

   “Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does. 

  “Of course not, wear whatever you want,” 

  “…when do we leave?” 

  “Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-” 

  “It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”

   “No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”

   “that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”

      “I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.

       “Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,

      “Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.

     Well, she had said yes, that was a start.


    As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.

  “You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.

  “I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.

  “Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear.
  “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”

  “Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”

  “It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”

  “Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…

   The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.

  “This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

  “It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-

   Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.

  (Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.

  “Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.

   “You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.

   “You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.

  “Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.

  “Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.

  Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.

  “Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.

    “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.

     It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.

    Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-

     “As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”

Let Me Hold You

Warnings: none

Requested by: @wavyjassy

Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)

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Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows. 

You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?

      When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac. 

   “There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”

          Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.

     “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”

“Is it your insomnia?”

      You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.

He shrugs. “Alex told me.”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.

“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.


Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.

There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.

You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.

       You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.

“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”

                  He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.

“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”

You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.

      As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.

       You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days. 

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Okay, I’m gonna mention a couple of things because it’s not fair to me losing my mind alone:

  • Lili talks about Bughead and refers to them “as a couple”, turning to look at Cole and he gives her THE smirk before she smiles back.
  • the proud smirk that Cole has as she continues answering the qustion, the one that says “look at my girl being opinioned and shining like the star she is, I love her”
  • the eyerbrow rise as a subtle “isn’t she amazing?” to the interviewer
  • the thickness in his voice after their constant eye sex
  • “They started investigating the murder, and then, they started investigating each other” thank you Cole for confirming our assumptions that you are indeed “investigating” each other. (I’m daying at the way he says it, so hot and filled with sexual tension!)
  • Lili’s adorable but deep down foxy “stop” and the smug grin on her face
  • the look of “you’re an asshole but I love you” she gives him after
  • the adorable, smart-ass look he gives her back
  • their matching smiles and their short-lived lovesick haze before snapping back to reality as the interviewer asked the next question
  • Lili’s smile at Cole’s goofiness when he says Jughead’s role model is Nikola Tesla because “babe, you are such a dork and that’s why I love you”
  • Cole’s pleased and silly grin when he sees her chuckling
  • maybe there is some inside joke yet again that we don’t know off?
  • their whole giddy behavior throughout the interview, the way that they are just glued to each other, the no personal space whatsoever, Cole’s face next to her hair, Lili’s shoulder practically brushing his chest, the heart eyes, the looks of love, the way that are orbiting around each other, the fact that sometime Cole definately brushes his hand over her waist cheekily, knowing we can’t see him

I mean who thinks that they are not dating at this point?!

Eye Contact (M.)

Originally posted by rapgodv

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.7k

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

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

Parts: 1 | 2 


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

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

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Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.

Okay but can’t we just talk how BEAUTIFUL Xayah and Rakan are together?

Every interaction between them is GOLD. They joke around, care about each other, compliment each other, declare their love, say badass phrases, and they even talk about marriage, or how they feel/would feel without the other.

And not to talk about their design, which is stunning… And their shared recall is just too adorable.

About the voices, I’ve heard complaints, and I myself was surprised when I saw that Rakan talked like that, because I was expecting more like sensual talking and so on… But it was a pleasant surprise because it actually made me laugh and appreciate all the more when he sounds serious around Xayah, and then I realized he probably has to sound loud and somewhat annoying to act as a better diversion so that Xayah can do her job.

To be honest, at first I thought Rakan was going to be pretty much like just charming, sensual and flirty 24/7, and with a velvety voice even when he dies… And then I got this loud, adorable dork with bad memory who can be sexy at the same time, and that is sooo in love with his girl and that would defend her to death without a doubt.

My first thoughts about Xayah was that she would probably be an intelligent, badass and serious warrior that would be “hard on the exterior, soft on the interior” (aka “tsundere”), and that she would probably let love words for intimacy or something, just not saying it out loud, or even being like “just leave the love words for later”… But instead, I got an intelligent, badass warrior that is deep in love with her beautiful dork and doesn’t give a fuck about saying it out loud (she even BRAGS about him) and just gets carried away sometimes by his enthusiasm (like, for example, when he started humming a song and she eventually followed him).

And they worry so much about each other… <3

They’re, literally, LOVEBIRDS. Epic, deadly, beautiful lovebirds. Oh, and… that “I love you” / “I know” interaction… 100/10.

I just love them and ship them so much… They’re perfect to me <3

BTS reaction to you singing their songs in the shower

Jin:

Jin would just laugh at you. You’d be in the shower, so he’d just be there waiting for you. Making dinner or just relaxing after a long day until he heard some noises from the shower. He’d walk over, put his ear to the door and listen. When he heard you singing some BTS songs, he’d start to giggle. “Make sure you don’t get any soap in your mouth while singing, silly!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Yoongi:

Like Jin, he’d just start to laugh when he heard you. He was waiting for you to get done since he had to shower as well. Yoongi went to knock on the door to find out what was taking so long to hear you singing. Not just singing some random song, you’d be singing Bangtan songs. He would laugh as he heard the passionate mumbles to the rap parts. He’d open up the door to scare you then just burst into laughter. “Don’t stop singing because of me, babe. Keep going.” He’d chuckle.

Originally posted by myoongim

Hobi:

He would think it was the cutest thing ever. He heard some noises from the bathroom and only two things popped into his head. you either got hurt or were doing something he could help with. He hurried up to the bathroom to find you singing some BTS songs. Hobi would burst through the door, start dancing and singing into a hair brush loudly. “OH YEAH-!!! DUET TIME BABY”!“

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Namjoon:

Namjoon would think it’s adorable and pretty relaxing. He heard you singing some of their songs so he sat outside the bathroom door, trying to take in all he could of your voice from over the muffled water. He’d close his eyes until you opened the door, scaring him. He would jump and his face would be red. "I-I wasn’t listening or anything! Well… maybe I was. You just have a really nice voice, baby girl.”

Originally posted by yoongichii


Jimin:

Jimin would hear you singing along to one of their songs a mile away. Your speaker was pretty loud, so when you sang along with it, your voice got louder without you even realizing. He would hurry and pull his phone out to record it sneakily. Once you were done and came downstairs, he would play it and sing along with it. “I got it recorded, jagi! And there’s nothing you can do about it!”

Originally posted by gotjimin


Taehyung:

He would think it was adorable as soon as he heard their music come from the bathroom. The speaker was loud so it could be heard through the door. Tae would stand outside the door, listening to your voice sing flawlessly. Then he would start loudly singing on the other side of the door with you. Once the song was over, he’d laugh. “That was like a movie scene, wasn’t it~!?”

Originally posted by taesverynofun


Jungkook:

Jungkook would think it’s precious. He would hear you sing BTS songs at the top of your lungs and start to laugh. He would peak in the bathroom to listen better. He would laugh a bit more and smile. Kookie would start to harmonize with you and laugh super hard when you jumped. “Ah! Did I scare you, babe~? Oops!”

Originally posted by yoonelle

Current Underrated Boy Groups [Part. 1]

F.T. Island 

Fave Songs: “Pray”“To the Light”“Puppy”“Memory”

Reasoning: Honestly bands aren’t acknowledged enough in the Kpop world, not that there are many to begin with. They are an extremely talented group. And Hongki’s voice is amazing. It’s so unique and different. You really need to listen to him. 


U-Kiss

Fave Songs: “Don’t Flirt”“She’s Mine”“Someday”

Reasoning: Seriously I feel like so much could have been avoided had U-Kiss had more popularity. I mean I won’t talk about all the member line up changes and stuff here but honestly I think things would have turned out better for U-Kiss if people didn’t sleep on them all the time. Their vocals were/are really good and their songs are good too. [Well maybe not so much their earlier stuff but you know..]


Highlight/previously Beast

Fave Songs: “Beautiful Night”“Yey”“Good Luck”“Breathe’“12:30″“Shadow”“Gotta Go to Work”“How to Love”“Plz Don’t Be Sad”

Reasoning: Seriously if you are still sleeping on Beast/Highlight…I don’t know what to say to you. Amazing songs, amazing talent like….what else could you want. Sadly Beast is no longer Beast and now only 5 members but in my heart Beast is still Beast and I’ll forever be a Beauty. 


Infinite

Fave Songs: “The Eye”“Bad”“Back”“Last Romeo”“Be Mine”“Before the Dawn”“Destiny”“Request”“Man in Love”“That Summer”“Hey Hello”“Paradise”“Come Back Again” [I have second hand embarrassment from this last song though….like why did they debut this way hahaha]

Reasoning: UGH WHY SLEEP ON INFINITE!!!??? They are amazing, all members can sing well. They are literally known for their synchronization. Their songs are amazing. Like what is there not to like? And all their personalities are different so I promise there will be one that you like. Also check out their non title songs as well. I swear that list of fave songs is so long like I can’t even put them all on there. LOVE INFINITE I’M BEGGING YOU! Also check out their sub units: Infinite H, Infinite F, and Sunggyu’s solo albums and Woohyun’s solo album. 


Teen Top

Fave Songs: “Miss Right”“Rocking”“Ah Ah”“Crazy”“I Wanna Love”“Love Fool”“Walk By”“Snow Kiss”

Reasoning: Honestly Teen Top is so underrated. Like they are super talented, their songs are really good and like still they hardly ever get noticed at all. 


The Boss/DGNA

Fave Songs: “Lucky Man”“Rilla Go”“Why Goodbye”, “Love Power”

Reasoning: Well….have you heard of them? I honestly happened to just stumble upon them and fell in love with them. Sadly their sales are pretty much shit in Korea and so they mostly promote and release songs in Japan which unfortunately are not as much of my taste. I like that one that I listed. But their Japanese singles don’t fit them as well as their more manly Korean ones. But whatever money talks and they do what sales. That’s why you won’t see them promoting much in Korea.Sigh….if only they were more popular. 


ZE:A

Fave Songs: “Breathe”“The Ghost of Wind”

Reasoning: Honestly has anyone even heard of them? Do you know them? Most people don’t. Except maybe now with Hyunsik making waves in the acting world. But still….they are relatively unknown. Unfortunately they are on hiatus, there was a statement that the group disbanded but members themselves have said that’s not true. So maybe when they eventually come back more people will know of them. 


B1A4

Fave Songs: “Solo Day”“A Lie”“Lonely”“Beautiful Target”“Sweet Girl”“Tried to Walk”“What’s Happening”“Baby Goodnight”“Baby I’m Sorry”

Reasoning: Truthfully they are much more popular than most that will be on this complete list. But they honestly don’t get the amount of recognition they truly deserve. They are so talented; Sandeul and Jinyoung’s voices are so beautiful. CNU and Gongchan are talented as well despite not being the main vocals. Baro’s rapping is great as well. Their songs are all amazing and a lot of them are upbeat and cute and playful and I love it. They are so adorable you should honestly listen to and love them. 


Boyfriend

Fave Songs: “Witch”“Bounce”“Janus”“I-Yah”“On & On”“White Out”

Reasoning: Boyfriend is one of the most looked over 3rd generation idol groups. [that’s debatable but in my own little system they are 3rd generation] Anyway point is they aren’t very popular, you hardly ever see them on any variety shows, they haven’t even had a proper comeback since 2015. Their company screws them over and has basically thrown them in the basement not to see light of day while they focus on their other more popular groups. Someone support Boyfriend please omg! 


Myname

Fave Songs: “Just Tell Me”“Too Very So Much”“Baby I’m Sorry”“Just That Little Thing”

Reasoning: Have you heard of them? Probably not. They aren’t very popular, aren’t promoted well. And basically no one hears of them. But I really like their songs and they are really talented so you should at least give them a chance. 


N-Sonic

Fave Songs: “Run & Run”“Excalibur”“Black Out”

Reasoning; I’ll be honest I’m not like stanning them in the sense that I know their names or personalities or anything like that. But I do enjoy their music and when they do come out with new stuff I always make sure to check it out. You should too. Honestly they deserve more popularity. 


24K

Fave Songs: “Hey You”“Still 24K”“U R So Cute”“Secret Love”

Reasoning: Again I don’t know their names and all but seriously they are worth a listen to. At least one good listen. They are far more talented than they get credit for. 


Big Star

Fave Songs: “Run & Run”“Moonlight Sonata”“I Got the Feeling”

Reasoning: I swear no one has heard of them, they are never on any shows. I seriously only know one member because I’ve only ever seen them on one show. So I haven’t really got to know them. But what I do know is they are talented and I like their music so you should listen to them. 


BTOB

Fave Songs: “Movie”“I’ll Be Your Man”“Wow”“You’re So Fly”“The Winter’s Tale”“Insane”“2nd Confession”“Remember That”“When I Was Your Man”“You Can Cry”

Reasoning: Seriously BTOB gets mistreated and underrated all the time. Even some music shows don’t like to have them because of their unpopularity. It’s so ridiculous I just don’t understand why they aren’t popular. They are adorable and cute and sweet and talented. They are versatile too. Originally being a normal kpop group but they have transformed into an absolute beautiful ballad/pop group. Honestly they are amazing you should love them. Everyone should love them. 

Things I Want Out Of Season 3

• Marco and River bonding
We’ve got two guys that were left behind in the thick of the fire. Two guys that are (or were) outsiders to the royal line. Two very salty guys, with a serious love for fighting in some form, and yes even corn. It’s time to see them get along… like men. (I mean no offense to the Trans-Marco fans, the phrase is purely for memeing purposes)

• Some more of Rhombulus in particular.
I basically cried when he got excited during Face The Music when he cried out “That’s my Girl!” during the song. Him and Star’s adorable friendship gives me life, I think he is the excellent Crystal Uncle she needed. He was already a gift, but this scene made him more so to me.

• DENNIS
Firstly, I love Dennis, what a beautiful brother he is. What a helpful soul.
SECOND OF ALL THOUGH
HE’S VOICED BY ATTICUS SHAFFER.
STAR’S VOICED BY EDEN SHER.
THAT’S BRICK HECK AND SUE HECK.
I NEED SOME STUPID REFERENCE TO THIS. I NEED IT LIKE AIR.

• JANNA HELPING JACKIE THROUGH THIS TIME
Jackie’s slowly losing her boyfriend, Janna’s already lost her (girl)friend. P L E A S E

• TOFFEE
Lots of my lizard baby.

• Buff Dad
Where is he???

• Buff Babies growing up
WHERE ARE THEY

• Tom

• Monster Arm
Don’t tell me he’s not going to come in handy.

• Heinous
It’s time to get Maniacal Auntie on our side.

• Ludo’s Character Development
He just needs a dad.

• The colorful cast of additional characters we know and love.
Friendship is magic.

• Mewni
I have a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of Mewni. I want to see the Mewmans. I want to see them with their faith newly lost in the Butterfly dynasty and in Star. I think it’s gonna be a HUGE thing that Star will have to overcome. To earn the people’s trust and prove herself a worthy and responsible queen to be.

• Starco
I know this goes without saying, but I think I NEED to say it. It’s time for this fandom to realize that Starco is driving the plot whether they like it or not. It’s not going away, so let’s hope for a beautiful ship, and not a cliche one.

• Eclipsa
Our only hope. Until The Chosen One…

and Glossaryck can go to hell, the end.

Why My Idea For A Cartoon Should Be Real And On TV

-It’s called Space Cadet Jet which is a good title

-The main character is named Jet Jemison which is a good name, very fun to say (she’s named after Mae Jemison) also she’s not a skinny white girl cuz even I’m bored of us

-It’d have a really cool 2d animation style

-The space ranger Jet is apprenticed to can’t speak so he uses a robot voice thing and no matter how emotional he is everything he says sounds like lower pitched GLaDOS and it’s great

-Also he and the pilot of the ship (who’s Great) are BFFs which is adorable, and then they’re BFs which is more adorable

-I’ve been working on it in my head for years so it’s well developed

-It’s all about understanding, kindness, and the hope for a better tomorrow which are cool things

-There’s a big muscle-y lizard alien lady with a leather jacket that says “RUFF &a TUFF & BUFF” on the back

-There’s lots of Silly Science Fiction Space Nonsense

-Jet’s a lesbian and she gets a gf, or at least a friend who’s a mutual crush, who I really wanna try and get Tiya Sircar to voice

-Their spaceship is called Sally Star-Rider because Sally Ride invented space and also cuz that sounds awesome

- I already wrote a theme song

-The captain of the ship is basically like Lucy Liu with a robot arm, a robot eye, two robot legs, and an Australian accent

-A lot of good cartoons have ended or gone to shit recently and there’s a lot that were shit to begin with (Villainous looks Icky)

-I want it really bad?

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Happy Mimi Day!

Happy Birthday to Oh My Girl’s beautiful rapper, Kim Mihyun / Mimi! I hope you have a lovely day Mimi :) Thank you for blessing us Miracles with your beautiful voice and adorable quirkiness! I wish you a day filled with nothing but joy ♥ happy birthday, we love you!

WAKE ME UP MV: my explanation

Ok, so WAKE ME UP MV is seriously a BIG THING. It’s full of meanings and symbolism and I’ll try to give my explanation of every character and scene. 

1. The first girl:

Ok, so here we have this girl, who looks at herself in the mirror with a sad and dissatisfied expression. She obviously repels herself, she thinks she’s not enough, not beautiful enough for the society we live in. I think this has a feminist meaning. Girls always feel pressured to be perfect, beautiful and feminine, nobody cares about what they think, they just have to be pretty. So this one character, to me, represent sexism in our society. 

2. The “bird” guy:

Ok so this one is very complex. So we see him talking on the phone. He’s obviously anxious and unhappy. We have the first hint: he has anxiety. But I think there’s more. I think he also feels pressured to be someone he’s not. I feel like he’s hiding something to the people he knows, and the first thing I thought about was his sexuality. 

We see him acting like a bird. So, he wants to be FREE. To be his true self, to love who he wants, etc. Not just that, with his freedom he wants to “kill” (figuratively, obviously) the people that (maybe) bullied him or are stopping him from being himself. 

So, I think this guy symbolizes homophobia in our society. 

3. The bathroom guy:

This one is pretty obvious to someone that has studied pschology. So this guy has schizophrenia, or a similiar psychosis. He probably hears voices (allucinations) and has suicide tendencies. The meaning here is: society stigmatizes and mocks mentally ill people. So this guy represents ableism in our society. 

4. The drugged girl:

Drug abuse, depression and isolation. She feels like she can’t live without medicines. Like the third guy, she represents mental illness and the marginalization of mentally ill people. 

5. The girl with food:

I ADORED THIS PART. GENIUS OK.

So, these are Yongguk’s rap lines present in this scene: “Viva la Revolution. Be alert, this delusion has swallowed you In the grey city. Polluted air and cold temperature. Infect rotten brains and spines. Realize the tainted truth It’s a shell within a fractured subject. FREE, LOVE, REAL, ILL.”

This girl here is eating worms, a metaphor for society’s lies. We’re fed up with bullshit, this society only gives us lies, they make us eat shit in the form of good food. They try to sedate us with consumerism, making us unable to see all the racist, sexist, corrupted soup of lies. Once you understand this, once you know the truth, life becomes much more difficult. So difficult that you just can’t eat up their bullshit anymore: you want to fight them all.

6. The revolution guy:

This part was so beautiful. So this guy is protesting peacefully. The sign says “emotion revolution”. He’s telling other people to stand up, to change the world, and to do it with kindness and empathy. He wants people to understand society issues, different and marginalized people struggles. But his voice can’t be heard. He has no impact on people cause people don’t want to change, they don’t want to see the truth. 

His protest can’t be heard when it’s peaceful. So the only way to have an impact on people is with violence. This part means: marginalized people always tried to make society understand their issues, but peaceful protests were never enough. 

7. The TV:

TV is the symbol of information. Artists can have a great impact on people, and they can use this “power” to give people information about our corrupted word, our racist, sexist, ableist society. This is what B.A.P are doing. They want us to know, to understand that an “emotion revolution” is important. I think here B.A.P are also telling other artists to do the same, because with music you can really change the world and make it better. 

8. The light:

Artists and aware people are the light in our path of darkness. In this blind world that can’t see reality, if we unite our voices we can make others realize the truth. B.A.P are aware, and they want others to follow their light.

9. The revolution:

Well obviously this ending scene represent the revolution finally being a real thing. People are free to express themselves. The dancing represent freedom. This is the ideal society, the one where people are free to be themselves.

Final thoughts:

WAKE ME UP is not only a meaningful song, but also a meaningful video. I see comunism, socialism, anarchy, but also empathy, kindness, awareness. B.A.P are brave and amazing, and I really hope that someday their worth will be recognized worldwide. 

PS: sorry for the writing, I’m italian so….yeah. Sorry ;-;

Tsukkiyama is such a soft couple ♥

♥ You’d think their relationship is full of nasty comments and snickering, but actually it’s quite the opposite.
♥ It’s full of soft kisses and touching and cuddling and quietly moaning while gently getting caressed.
♥ They talk really quietly to each other, like Yamaguchi just gets so calm that he can’t even force himself to be hyper! When he’s with friends he is kinda loud and excited but with Tsukishima it seems more like he is whispering and in a state of dreaming.
♥ Everyone on the team thinks it’s kind of adorable but on the outside of course they are more like “Oh my gosh, get a room!” or “Can you stop being like all lovey-dovey?”
♥ Also they have no problems with sharing secrets with each other. It just feels so natural to them to always voice whatever is going on in their heads.
♥ There are literally no big fights. They just can’t get into an argument or any drama, even if they really try. They are just too chill about each other.
♥ “Tsukki, I am really scared that all the girls will occupy you on Valentines Day again…” - “Don’t worry, we’ll share the chocolate afterwards!” - “That’s not what I meant!” - “Well, I could also kiss you in front of everyone so they won’t bother me at all.” - “But… We wouldn’t get any chocolate.”
♥ Yamaguchi would have never thought this, but Tsukishima can be really interested in other peoples life. Usually he holds long monologues and doesn’t really expect Tsukishima to listen, but when he stops talking he would literally get follow-up questions and he is always so confused? Like, did he really attentively listen to all this rambling?
♥ Dates for them are usually just going for a walk. They’ll walk to the park, through the shopping mall, to the next city. They won’t even talk to each other, Yamaguchi just points something out to him a few times, like a really big bird sitting on a bench or the new movie they wanted to watch. Tsukishima will just smile at him, watch the bird for a few moments, buy the DVD and then silently starts walking again, pulling his boyfriend with him.
♥ Sometimes they just sit next to each other, stare in each others faces and just start touching each other. Like ears, hair, nose, chin, shoulders. Just touching and caressing, but never losing eye contact until Tsukishima usually closes his eyes, leans forward for a kiss and hugs him for a really long time.

How the turtles react to seeing their daughter for the first time:

WARNING:NONE

Requested by: @brayden1616

How about the boys meeting their newborn daughter for the first time and getting to hold her? Plus a cute detail she has is his eye colour making her look just like daddy! 

A/N: I think I cried a little writing these :)

Leonardo:

Leo had been pacing around the lair, waiting to get a phone call from April, or Casey, to let him know everything was alright. He didn’t even know what gender his child was. You’d delivered the baby at your place, because going to the hospital wasn’t an option while birthing a potential mutant turtle baby; but due to it being day time, Leo had to stay in the lair. He hadn’t stopped pacing since Casey phoned and said you’d gone into labour, and right now it was all he could do to stop himself from charging up to the surface and finding you, not caring who saw him. 

“Leo, will you-” Donnie started, from somewhere on the other side of the room. Leo didn’t even look up at him, before he interupted. 

“No, I will not stop pacing.” He snapped, still pacing. “Not until I know everything’s alright.” 

“If you’d listened; I was about to say, Leo will you stop and look who’s here.” Donnie chuckled slightly under his breath, and, with that statement, brought his brother’s incessant walking to an abrupt halt.

Leo turned slowly, and found you standing in the entrance to the lair, with a bundle of blankets held tightly in your arms. Leo’s whole world went onto pause for that moment. He was scared, delighted, nervous and amazed all at once. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” You smiled weakly, still uneasy after the whole, giving birth thing. But you’d never been happy to see Leo in your entire life, and you couldn’t wait to present him with his child. 

“Hi,” Leo barely managed to speak, and without thinking for another second he took a few, unsure steps forward.

Peeking over the ridge of the fluffy, white blankets held in your arms, Leonardo caught a glimpse at pale green skin. He gasped unintentionally, and felt his whole body begin to tremble - that was his child. None of them had thought it would ever be possible for them to reproduce, but here it was, healthy and perfectly real. 

“It’s a girl, Leo,” You whispered, watching him edge ever so slightly closer with every second that passed. He was hesitant, you could see it in his eyes as they remained glued on your daughter. “Do you wanna hold her?” 

Leo gulped down his fears and locked eyes with you for a second. How had he been so lucky to find someone like you? He nodded carefully, and closed the gap that he’d measured between you. 

You handed him your daughter with steady arms, and watched as Leonardo’s face lit up completely. His smile grew ever wider, and as he stared down at the small, slightly green, baby in his arms, he felt tears prick his eyes.

Without warning, the baby girl woke up slowly, stretched her arms up towards Leo’s face, and made a small ‘ga-ga’ noise. To which Leo laughed softly. She had his eyes. Bright blue crystals that gazed up at him with naive awe. She was gorgeous; he’d thought he could never love anything more than you, but he, within seconds, loved this child unconditionally.

A tear or two slipped loose down Leo’s scaly cheeks, and he smiled even wider at you. “What shall we call her?” You ask with a similar smile, wrapping your arms around Leo’s torso, and looking over your child with adoration.

“What about Ellie?” He sniffs a couple times, still beaming down at this little girl that resembled him in so many ways.

“Ellie it is,” You smile, and lean up to peck his cheek. “She looks like you,” You mumble against his face, and watch his eyes drift to you.

“She looks like us,” And he kissed you on the lips this time. 

“Hey Ellie - I’m Uncle Mikey!”  A voice carried from the entrance to the lair, and in pranced Michelangelo and Casey Jones, holding a huge teddy bear. “Who’s my favourite niece?” To which little baby Ellie burst into tears, and Leo held her slightly closer to his chest with a gentle chuckle. He had a similar reaction to Mikey’s voice, for pretty much all of his life. And he never wanted to let his daughter go ever again.

Raphael: 

His brothers were starting to get worried, but they couldn’t be sure that Raphael had actually moved in the hours he’d been waiting for you to arrive. He’d been sat on the couch, with his hands balled anxiously around the other; he didn’t speak at all, he would hardly look up from the floor dead ahead of him. Leonardo sat beside him, not really doing anything, but he was there just to keep Raph from getting too anxious. 

April had phoned to say you’d gone into labour, and since that point Raphael hadn’t shifted from this spot on the couch, where he was still sat a few hours later. No one really spoke at all in those horrifically slow hours, and no one dared go near Raphael after he’d glued himself to the seat - only Leonardo, but then Leo was always at Raphael’s side, no matter the circumstances, or consequences. 

“Raph,” Leo muttered eventually, another half an hour later. His blue bandanna flapped in the corner of Raph’s vision, but he dared not tear his gaze from the floor ahead of him. He’d glared at that floor until it got up and left.

“Don’t.” Raphael spat back through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean to get aggressive, but he was just so worried and confused and terrified that anger seemed to be the default emotion. “Just don’t.”

“Well I’m not going to tell Y/N to leave, so you’re gonna have to look up eventually.” Leonardo chuckled, and watched as his brother’s face loosened in a split second. His entire body tightened and released a hundred times before his emerald eyes finally lifted. There you were, gradually walking over with a small, fragile bundle of blankets in your arms. 

Raphael physically couldn’t bring himself to move - there you were, and there it was. He didn’t even know it’s gender, but he knew it was his. A faintly green, tiny hand occasionally reached over the fluffy blanket and twitched it’s fingers randomly. Even without seeing its face, Raphael was in love more than he thought was physically possible. 

“It’s a girl, Raph,” You smiled sweetly at him - you looked weak, obviously, but Raph couldn’t even bring himself to think of you right now. All his mind could possibly comprehend was the tiny bundle of blankets in your arms. His baby girl. His daughter.

He broke down, silently, at that thought. Still unable to stand or move or speak, but the sheer idea of seeing his own child, made everything about him just want to cry. He didn’t think he could ever have children, let alone produce something so small and adorable as the daughter you held so close. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” You ask with an ever growing grin, your own eyes pricking with tears upon seeing Raphael cry. He was such a huge teddy bear, more emotional than he’d care to admit, but now he didn’t even care who was in the room, he just sat and cried.

Raphael nodded quietly, and looked towards Leo. He didn’t know why he looked at his brother, there wasn’t anything Leonardo could do to change the world pool of emotional spiralling in Raph’s stomach, but it was somewhat reassuring knowing his brother, his best friend, was still sat at his side. 

When you sat beside him, Leo’s smile grew; and Raph’s eyes glued to the small body being placed in his strong hands. Her eyes opened wide, and glowed green in the light; she had his eyes. How could she look so beautiful with his eyes, because all he ever thought of himself as was ugly and freakish, but she, she was the most brilliant thing on the planet.

“Can we call her Lucy?” He finally heaved in a breath, and dared a glance at you. You, you who was so astonishingly gorgeous and amazing, you who had captured his heart and saw something worth loving amidst all his anger. You who had given him the most amazing and beautiful creation in the entire world. 

“Of course,” You beam back, and look between the two loves of your life, already sure that Raphael would be the best father in the world.

Donatello: 

“What if something’s gone wrong?” He sighed dramatically, endlessly walking around, sitting down, and then getting up again. Mikey, who was slouched on the floor with a pizza, looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

“Dude, everything’s going to be fine! Casey said she’s alri-”

“I don’t need Casey to tell me how my girlfriend is, Mikey!” Donatello barked back, cutting his younger brother off without hesitation. “What does he know anyway? When was the last time he helped deliver a potentially mutant turtle baby? Huh? He hasn’t! Ever! So how would he know how she is?” Donatello’s voice grew higher and higher in pitch, the more frantic his words became. He was worried out of his mind, and it just so happened Michelangelo was close enough to take it out on him. He didn’t mean to be rude and abrupt, but with you and his child in potential danger, he couldn’t help but be a bit on edge.

“Wow Donnie, bit harsh.” The voice of Casey Jones echoed throughout the lair after a second of silence shared between the two turtles. In walked the hockey player with swagger in his step, as though nothing abnormal had occurred today, before he fell down beside Mikey and the uneaten pizza. 

“Where is she?” Donnie began to freak out, “Where’s the baby? Are they alright? God, Mikey, what do I do? I’m not ready to be a father! I don’t know the slightest thing about -”

“You know everything about everything, D. You are going to be an amazing dad - and you better start quickly,” Mikey nodded his head, wit a wide grin, towards the door behind the purple clad turtle. 

As Donatello turned around, you smiled up at him, holding your child carefully in your arms. Donnie’s mouth practically hit the floor upon catching sight of his child, his own flesh and blood - and potentially scales - wrapped in blankets, and within reach of him. 

“You worry too much,” You sniggered, extending the baby in his direction. You didn’t need to ask the question before Donatello’s lit up with both eagerness and nerves. It was going to take him a while to get over the initial fact of actually having created such a beautiful thing, but holding it would be the first step. “It’s a girl, Donnie.”

He took the bundle of blankets in his arms, and was met by a pair of round, red eyes gazing back at him. “She’s got my eyes,” Donnie beamed like an excitable child, or Mikey when the pizza arrives. “She’s actually got my eyes,” Those beautifully circular orbs of bright colour were the most brilliant thing Donatello had seen in his life. 

She needs a name.” You laughed, wrapping you arms around Donnie so you could stare at the two people you loved most in this world. 

“How about….” Donnie’s mind worked at a hundred thousand miles per hour to even think of what a name was, before he settled on idea: “Penny.”

“Penny?” You rose an eyebrow, but laughed nonetheless, “Penny it is.” You smile brightly up at Donnie and watch his awe filled eyes look directly at his daughter, and that was when you realised; you were never going to get that child off of him again.

Michelangelo: 

“Mikey, will you sit down? She’ll be here in a minute, just chill.” Raph groaned, lying back on the couch and watching as his orange clad brother practically bounced off of the walls. 

“What if it doesn’t like me?” He paused in his jittering, and looked solemnly at his brother for an answer, as though it were the most important question of his life. 

“It’s only just been born,” Raphael scoffed, “It hasn’t even seen you yet, how could it not like you?” 

“I don’t know, man, it might not like orange, or something,” Mikey was freaking out. He always bigged himself up, as though he’d be amazing with kids if he weren’t a turtle, but having one of his own was more terrifying than anything he’d ever faced before. And now he was but minutes away from facing his own child, and he couldn’t stop his mind form thinking up the worst case scenarios. 

“She doesn’t even know what orange is yet,” A voice said from nearby, and made Mikey whip around with impossible speed. There you were, smiling and holding a pale-green baby in a bundle of blankets. Raphael had no snarky comeback now, and neither did Mikey. Instead Michelangelo’s eyes simply grew to twice the size, and the words you’d just said rotated in his head on an endlessly loop. 

“She?” He almost whimpered, trying to comprehend the meaning of that one, simple word. It was a girl. He had a daughter. He was a dad! 

“I haven’t named her yet,” You shrugged, only noticing then how much Mikey’s face had lit up.

“Can I hold her?” He asked excitably, and reached out to take his baby girl in his arms. “I think she looks like a Kaia,” He whispered, cradling his daughter with ease. She was so small, so adorable and fragile. He’d never let go of her again, if he had her way.

“Kaia?” You giggled, amused by the awe in Mikey’s bright blue eyes.

“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Mikey grinned. The baby’s small eyes looked up at him with a sleepy gaze, and Michelangelo’s heart fluttered at seeing the two crystal orbs sparkling back at him. She had his eyes.

“You have a point.” You reply, falling in love with Mikey all over again. His brother’s often argued he was immature, or too idiotic to be treated like an adult, but seeing him standing there, with his daughter held close to his chest, you knew he was going to prove them all wrong. 

Hold Back The River (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader is best friends with Roman, traveling with him and valeting him to the ring. The two were inseparable. What happens when everything changes?

**A/N: ** Shout-out to @lclb13 because this fic is written based on a request from her imagination. I made this as true to the request as possible. Protective Roman is pretty cute. The song choice for this one: “Hold Back the River” by James Bay.

**S/B: ** Check out @thiickreigns for version two!

**Warnings: *** NSFW (SMUT AHEAD). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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 **Tags: **@the-geekgoddes ; @caramara3 ; @lavitabella87 ; @m-a-t-91 ; @thiickreigns ; @kalliravenne ; @m-a-t-91 ; @crookedmoonsaultpunk ; @squirrel666 , @livingthestrongstyle   {anyone who I’ve tagged in other Roman fics got a tag in this one! Hope y’all don’t mind}


“Tried to keep you close to me

But life got in between

Tried to square not being there        

But think that I should have been…”

           It was a long day, a really long and tiring day. The flights, the interviews, the training: long, tedious and tiring and all I wanted to do was go back to the hotel and sleep. Instead, I was here in Orlando, Florida, sitting quietly in the stands of the arena an hour and a half before Monday night Raw began.

           “Hey, baby girl. Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

          Roman’s deep, soothing voice from behind my row of seats caused me to jump up in shear surprise. I turned around with a scowl planted firmly on my face, trying my best not to smile at his apologizing pout. We’ve been best friends since we started out in NXT five years earlier. Now, we worked together for the same company and traveled together all the time. When I say I loved this adorable Samoan to death, I truly meant it.

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Alex’s Sorting

Prompt from the lovely @iamdeltas – “Maybe something about when they first get sorted into their houses, and Alex is really upset about being in Slytherin.”

(Note: in this minific, Kara came to live with the Danvers a few years earlier than she did in canon, so before Alex was sorted.)


Eliza would have been most pleased with Ravenclaw.

“Oh, the good you can do with that mind of yours, Alex, why would you ever put that to waste?”

Alex supposes Eliza would be okay with Gryffindor, too, because even though that’s the House for those “hard-headed ruffians would put brawn and ego before brains and forethought,” a little bravery would help her protect Kara better, wouldn’t it?

And hell, herself.

Though that never seemed to be a consideration of Eliza’s.

Hufflepuff?

Eliza just wouldn’t believe it. And, frankly, neither would Alex.

Before Kara came to live with them, she thought of herself as a toss-up between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Her father always was telling her how selfless she was. How willing to put other people before herself. The way she loved, hard, fierce, with everything she had.

And she had a lot.

But then Kara came to live with them, and Eliza cornered Alex into being a third parent for her little sister, and then Jeremiah…

Everything she’s had to be, everything she’s had to bury, everything she’s had to become…

She’s got no chance at Hufflepuff, now.

She knows that.

But Slytherin?

Eliza would send a Howler for sure.

Because “Alexandra, it’s a disgrace to this family, to have such hatred in our midst” and “don’t you know their reputations, Alexandra, how could you possibly embrace those parts of yourself?” and “what on earth will Kara do when she gets to Hogwarts? Because they certainly won’t accept her into that elitist House of yours.”

Alex won’t comment on the irony. It’s always useless, anyway.

She’s useless.

Useless, because the Sorting Hat hears her pleas for Ravenclaw.

“Well you certainly have the brains for it. My my, what smarts there are in here.”

But that’s not all the Hat has to say.

“But courage, too, oh my dear, the courage of a lion indeed.”

And the damn Hat still isn’t done.

“So much buried in such a young heart; so much determination to do right by your sister, your mother, the memory of your father… Slytherin would serve you well, you know – oh, now now, resistant to the idea, I see – they’ll teach you to look out for yourself, you know, and the people you love, instead of looking out for the people you love at the cost of your own life – “

And it’s that.

That idea – the idea that she can protect Kara, and also, somehow, learn to look out for herself, too – that makes Alex’s brain buzz. That makes Alex’s heart leap.

That makes the Hat crack into a muffled smile and shout, “Slytherin!”

But she still cries in the bathroom.

Still cries when she slips away from the other first years, because she knows, lord, she knows, that when the owl post comes in the next morning, it is not going to be pretty.

Hogwarts was supposed to be her escape.

And now it’s just going to be something else she’s done wrong.

“Hello?”

The voice is small and the voice makes her crying stop cold. Makes her freeze and makes her heart do something she’s never felt before.

“What?” she snaps from inside the stall, and she thinks maybe the Hat was right about her, after all.

“It’s Danvers, right?”

“Who’s asking?” she snaps again, but even she can hear that her words are muffled by snot, by tears, by agony.

“Uh, sorry, I don’t mean to get in the way. I um… I’m Maggie. Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer. And I saw you slip away from the other Slytherins and I thought maybe… I thought maybe you could use a friend. Or something.”

Alex scoffs, still inside the stall, still not able to put a face to this name.

But she does remember the name.

And it figures, it really does.

“Hufflepuff, huh?”

She can’t see the girl, but she can feel Maggie bristle, can hear it in her voice.

“That a problem?”

Alex cracks a smile, and she’s glad this Hufflepuff girl can’t see. She rubs her eyes and she wipes her nose on the sleeve of her robe, and she unlocks the stall.

Her heart leaps, and she’s not quite sure why.

The girl is pretty. The girl is more than pretty.

She’s got these deep eyes, and this cute ponytail under her hat, and she’s got these adorable dimples. Alex can tell because the girl – Sawyer – smiles when Alex pops out of the stall.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“So is it a problem? Me being a Hufflepuff?”

“Not if it’s not a problem that I’m a…”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“I’m not crying.”

Maggie just looks at her, and somehow there’s no judgment on her face.

“Well, I don’t know much about… all this. But I met this boy, James – he got sorted into Gryffindor, we sat together on the train – and he says sometimes Slytherins are the bravest and smartest and most selfless people. That you can’t tell who someone is by the color of their tie.”

“You’re a strange one, Sawyer – anyone ever tell you that?”

Maggie chuckles, like she knows Alex means it like a compliment – because she does.

“Only every day.”

They giggle softly, almost sadly, and they jump when the bathroom door opens.

“Oy! First years, aren’t you supposed to be with your Prefects?”

“I… I got sick. Too much pudding at the Feast. Threw up. Sawyer was helping me.”

The strikingly beautiful, older girl in Gryffindor robes, with a gleaming Head Girl badge, arches a careful eyebrow, like she knows Alex is lying, but she doesn’t mind.

“Alright you two. Come on, I’ll show you to your common rooms. Well, as far as I can go through the dungeon, anyway, for you – Danvers, is it? – and to the kitchen for you. Sawyer, right?”

“Yeah. Um, thank you…”

“M’orzz. M’gann M’orzz. Come on then. You can continue this risque inter-House friendship in the morning.”

Alex gulps, and Maggie does the same.

Friendship.

Ten minutes ago, the thought was relatively foreign to both of them.

Now?

Now, the morning is suddenly something to look very much forward to.

Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…

Masterlist

Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,

“(y/n).”
“Yes?”

“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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