then i have 2 weeks of business again no no nope

fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.

Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.

Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
  • and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
  • the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
  • of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
  • and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
  • immediately starts interrogating you.
  • sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
  • instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
  • you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
  • but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
  • oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
  • once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
  • if only he would’ve known sooner…
  • “I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
  • you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
  • after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
  • and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.


  • this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
  • he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
  • so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
  • and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
  • in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
  • it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
  • yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
  • he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
  • what was the point of that anyway?
  • he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
  • and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
  • whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
  • OH SHIT.
  • nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
  • not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.


  • she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
  • it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
  • and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
  • like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
  • everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
  • because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
  • when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
  • oh…?
  • she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
  • after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
  • okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
  • when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
  • except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
  • she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
  • plus they’re expecting her at the party.
  • but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
  • so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
  • her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
  • you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.


  • as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
  • an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
  • he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
  • he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
  • until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
  • “there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
  • five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
  • “are you drunk, MC?”
  • though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
  • and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
  • this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
  • still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
  • what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
  • he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
  • “you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
  • you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
  • but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
  • no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
  • after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
  • he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.


  • oh noes.
  • he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
  • where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
  • you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
  • you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
  • otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
  • it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
  • a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
  • refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
  • what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
  • defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
  • you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
  • he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
  • it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
  • all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
  • and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
  • later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.


  • surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
  • and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
  • he needs to thank you properly!!
  • spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
  • apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
  • what in the world…?
  • determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
  • “it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
  • no need to say more.
  • he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
  • zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
  • five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
  • six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
  • you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
  • in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
  • “why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
  • were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.
Little Kylux things I get emotional about at night

Hux and Kylo are rivals, and although I love their hatefuck-proneness as much as the next guy, rewatching the movie again (and again, and again) I became obsessed with the thought that their resentment might be pretty fucking recent, and that despite everything, Kylo trusts the shit out of Hux. Emotinal and biased meta under the cut.

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Just a Friend to you

Josh Dun x reader: Just a friend to you

Request: Tyler or josh x reader based on the song ‘just a friend to you’ by Meghan trainor? ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: None

Why you gotta hug me
Like that every time you see me?
Why you always making me laugh
Swear you’re catching feelings


“Hey (Y/n)!” you spin around to see your best friends Josh, Tyler and Jenna sitting in a booth of the diner you just walked into.

Your heart rate quickens when you see Josh stand up and make his way towards you, before you can react he pulls you into a tight embrace “I missed you” he whispers as he leans his head into the crook of your neck letting your senses fill up with a mixture of sweat and deodorant. He squeezes you one last time before letting you go, “Hi (Y/n)” Jenna speaks as she pulls you into a tight embrace, Tyler awkwardly gives you a one armed hug “How have you guys been? It’s been like a week since I’ve last seen you” you question

Before anyone else could say a word, Josh spoke up, “oh yeah we’ve just been fighting aliens” “Aliens aren’t real Josh” you smiled shaking your head “Well have you ever seen one (Y/n)” he fires back “Nope I can’t say I have” “You’re welcome” he says.

You chuckle while looking down at your shoes.

“We better go, we have some recording at the studio to do” Tyler speaks

“Alright well have fun boys, and Jenna” you reply while finally looking up, Jenna flashes you a smile “Cya (Y/n)” heading for the door with Tyler, “Catch up with you guys soon hopefully” you call out to them, Josh kisses your forehead “Goodbye (Y/n)” you were too stunned to reply before the bright yellow haired man made his way out the door,

You slump down at a nearby table and got ready to order something.

I loved you from the start
So it breaks my heart

When you say I’m just a friend to you
'Cause friends don’t do the things we do
Everybody knows you love me too
Tryna be careful with the words I use
I say it 'cause I’m dying to
I’m so much more than just a friend to you

You’ve been friends with Josh since high school,

You were the one he cuddled up to when he was lonely,

You even went to prom together but ‘Just as friends’ which broke your heart , Tyler and Jenna have both talked about it to you, “He likes you trust me, you just gotta make the first move” you can recall Tyler saying “By the way he acts around you pretty much everyone thinks he’s in love” said Jenna.

You have wanted to tell Josh about your feelings since high school but you never did for the fear of rejection.

When there’s other people around
You never wanna kiss me
You tell me it’s too late to hang out
Then you say you miss me


You stare at your now cold coffee recalling all the times Josh has kissed you (not on the lips) when no one was around, at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding we were both outside getting some fresh air he told you he can’t wait to get married one day and then kissed your temple before walking back inside, When you Jenna, Tyler and Josh were having a movie night and Tyler and Jenna went out to get some junk food Josh kissed your cheek before getting up to go get a glass of water.

It’s been a year since you and Josh have hung out alone, he always says that he is busy no matter what day or time you ask, but then says that he misses hanging out.

It confuses you.

A friend to you
A friend to you
A friend to you

You have mentioned to Josh about being more than friends.

“Hey Josh imagine if we were like Tyler and Jenna” you hinted “Yeah but we are just friends (Y/n) that wouldn’t work”


Yes I know I didn’t use all of the lyrics (that’s because there is a lot of repetition)

This was my first song imagine so don’t be afraid to tell me how I did, the person that requested this you can get me to do it again if I didn’t do the song enough justice J

Have a good day/night everyone, stay alive

Little Lost Soul

Negan x Reader

2400 words

Warnings ~ Negan language, bit of angst (reader is selectively mute), no smut in this part

So this is the first part of what might be a new series. I’ve put a bit of myself in the story, mostly just the selective mutism. I would love feedback, positive or otherwise!

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BTS as Flirty Starbucks Guys - Hoseok

Request by@belikelasagna: Annyeonggg Request: Them as flirty Starbucks guyss Hope you don’t mind me requesting reeeally often!! :))


Please remember I’m going to be posting 1 a day for the next 7 days (a member a day) and it’s going to be in the order in which the ideas came to me and I wrote them😋

They all vary in length but I’ll give a word count before each one💁

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Member: Hoseok

Length: 1604 words

“Hi, welcome to Starbucks, how do you brew?”

“That’s the worst line yet!”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I rolled my eyes so hard, I saw my brain.” You quickly retorted to the still grinning barista in front of you, who shrugged off your rejection with ease and motioned to the coffee he’d been about to make for you.

“Do you want me to grind that for you?”

Cue wink from Mr Flirty Pants and another sigh/try not to laugh combo from you.

“You know grease is really not good for the body, I heard it clogs up arteries.”

“You roast my heart.” Mr Flirty Pants said playfully, clutching his chest and scrunching up his face in mock hurt.

“You’ll live, goodbye Mr Flirty Pants.” You wiggled your fingers in a wave as you walked away and that made him stand up straight and grin at you again.

“I told you to call me Hoseok, or Hobi!” Mr Flirty Pants – Hoseok – called but you kept walking, “Fine, I’ll get you with a good line on Friday.” You still kept walking but if anyone commented on the smile on your face, you’d deny it.


“Excuse me love, but is your name Earl Grey? Because you look like a hot-tea!”

“Wow.” You drew the word out and raised your eyebrows at Hoseok, a slight laugh betraying your usual relaxed demeanour slipping past your lips as one side of your mouth quirked up a little.

“What, don’t tell me you can’t feel something brewing between the two of us?” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned, and somehow – from Lord knows where – you found the strength to resist the urge to face palm.

“I am never ordering tea again.”

“I always took you as more of a coffee person anyways, because if you were coffee grounds, you’d be espresso cause you’re so fine.”

“I’m never ordering anything again.” You playfully grumbled, moving over to where they handed out completed orders and flushed it’s hot in here okay, you’re definitely not blushing when you saw Hoseok already adding your usual 2 sugars into your tea and stirring it for you, putting on a lid and handing you a straw before you could even reach for anything.

“So is it just my order you know exactly how I like it, or do you do this for all the girls?” You quipped teasingly and felt a grin start to make its way onto your face as you saw the slight blush colour his cheeks, bashfully ducking his head to school his expression into something more relaxed – you guessed – before looking up at you again.

“Nope, it’s just you, oh and his mom!” One of Hoseok’s co-workers called out, smirking mirthlessly which made Hoseok whip around to face him, death glare firmly fixed on his face.

“Just because your date went well last Friday does not mean you get to start acting all ‘cool’ now hyung. I never did that to you!” You laughed softly to yourself as Hoseok scolded his co-worker, but that soft laughter soon turned into louder giggles as Yoongi – as his nametag read – rounded on Hoseok and you found out that some people didn’t need height to be intimidating.

“That’s because I never used lame lines on my girl. I went up to her like a man.”

“Oh yes, because pining after her from a far for over 3 weeks is so manly hyung.” You could see Hoseok roll his eyes as he replied but had to give him credit for remaining respectful throughout their little spat.

“Hey brat, don’t forget who does your washing at home. I’ll make all your white clothes pink!” Yoongi retorted and it finally made sense why they argued so plainly and freely, they were friends and obviously roommates too.

You covered the next bout of giggles with a cough and that brought Hoseok’s attention back to you, eyes wide as he realised you had been stood there for their whole argument.

“Morning tea and a show, looks like I’m going to have a good day.” Smiling, you picked up your takeaway cup and removed the paper from your straw before sticking it in to the small opening and taking a sip. “It’s perfect, thanks Hoseok.”

Hoseok just blinked at you for a few seconds before he gathered his composure and his signature smile made its way onto his face, making your own one broaden slightly.

“See you on Sunday!” He called as you walked out and you turned back and gave him one brief nod before continuing your way out.


“Morning Hoseok.” You greeted sweetly, nodding at Yoongi in acknowledgement when you saw him standing behind the counter too.

“Good morning, what can I get for you today?”

You gasped, right hand going up to your chest as you stared at Hoseok in shock, “Who are you and what have you done with Hoseok?”

He laughed softly at your question and rocked back on his heels as he shrugged and motioned for you to order.

Still in a bit of a daze at Hoseok’s quiet demeanour and lack of a pick-up line, you ordered a hot chocolate for a change and smiled when he nods in approval at your choice.

Looking around and seeing that it was still quite empty at the moment (it was 8am on a Sunday morning, of course it was empty) you decided to stay by the cash register that was closer to the barista bar, watching as Hoseok made your hot chocolate with quiet concentration.

“So when did he get abducted and replaced by an alien clone?” You directed the question to Yoongi who chuckled, but watched as Hoseok lifted his gaze to meet yours before rolling his eyes and carrying on with your order.

“Not too sure, he was fine this morning but got quiet as soon as he saw you.” Yoongi was smirking as he spoke and ducked as a dishcloth was thrown at him, laughing loudly. “Maybe it’s a selective alien clone that only comes out around pretty girls.” He was cackling now as Hoseok threw another dishcloth at him, glaring as if his life depended on it while you giggled softly at their antics.

“Shut up hyung, I was not abducted. There was no aliens or cloning or anything of the sort, so just.” Hoseok made a frustrated zipping motion with his hand and Yoongi either took pity on his friend or was bored he was bored, and backed away slowly, walking around the counter to go wipe down tables.

When Hoseok turned back around he seemed to jump slightly as if realising you were still there and smiled sheepishly, breathing out a slight laugh before continuing with the task at hand.

“Really though, how come you didn’t greet me like you usually do?” You asked softly, making him look up again.

“I uh, wanted to try something different I guess?” Hoseok replied just as softly, motioning for you to come to the collection side of the counter with a tilt of his head.

You complied, walking over to stand in front of him and quickly reached out to stop his hands from adding your usual two sugars, a look of shock and confusion on his face as your hands gently laid on top of his.

“Don’t you want?” He gestured as much as he could to the sugar in his hands while yours were still over his and you shook your head.

“No thank you, it’ll be sweet enough considering you made it, although it would be sweeter if it had come with another line.” You half teased and stifled a giggle when Hoseok’s eyebrows shot up, mouth partially opening in – well – more shock.

“You… I… you like the… when I… huh?” He sputtered, taking a step back which removed his hands from yours that he then proceeded to run through his hair.

“Hoseok, I’m a semi-broke college student that lives 20 minutes away. There is Starbucks on my campus yet I’m at this one at 8am on a Sunday morning because I know that’s one of your shifts. I think it’s safe to say that I like your dorky lines.” As you let the words slip freely from your lips you could feel the blush tinging your cheeks, but you refused to look away as Hoseok stared at you in what looked like awe and slight embarrassment.

“They weren’t that dorky.” He mumbled out, his own blush tinting his cheeks pink, but there was small smile on his face as he looked at you.

“How about I give you one more chance? I’m feeling extra sweet today.” You grinned at him, tapping a finger against your hot chocolate and he let out a laugh before a look of determination set in his eyes.

“Okay, I haven’t said it yet technically but if I asked you out, would you give me a shot?”

“I take it back that was terrible, no more coffee pick-up line/pun things ever again.” You laugh playfully, shooting him a wink when his hopeful look drops, only for it to lift again when he sees you’re teasing.

“You’re a horrible person Y/N!” Hoseok jokes back, crossing his arms and leaning forward on the counter.

“Maybe, but you’re just going to have to suck it up and deal with this horrible person on our date Hobi.” You point at him with your straw you had picked up when you said ‘suck it up’, and he the smile he shoots you along with the laugh that spills from his lips is worth the groan and scoff you receive Yoongi.

On the Brink - Chapter 7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Mild swearing. A little bit of angst. 

Author’s Note: I got a little carried away with this one. Special thanks to @dekahg for the idea for this chapter. Enjoy!

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

A week later, the big SUV rolled into a small Alaskan town just over the border. You were going stir crazy having been in the vehicle for 8 days now and wanted nothing more than to never see the inside of a car again. You jumped out before the wheels stopped turning and walked a few paces away. You studied the small, rundown motel you all were going to be staying at while you hunted the alpha werewolf. You had stayed in some shoddy places before, but you thought this really took the cake. You vaguely wondered if it was vacant and if you were going to be squatting there before you saw the one light on in the dingy office. It shined dully in the dark night.

Mick stepped up next to you and smiled. You smiled back at him. True to his word, Mick had been the perfect gentleman on your second date. And on your third and fourth one as well. You were genuinely having fun with the British man. He was a nice break from the hustle and bustle of everything else.

“Some help would be nice.” Dean’s gruff voice cut through the night.

You turned to see him and Ketch grabbing some bags out of the SUV’s trunk. Sam was trudging towards the office and Lucifer was just leaning against the vehicle, looking off into the distance. You sighed and went to help your brother.

The archangel hadn’t changed his mind at all in the week since he said he was done with you. He wouldn’t speak to you or even look in your direction. It was like you didn’t exist to him and it was starting to get under your skin. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you knew that didn’t really matter. Angels were hard to figure out at the best of times, and Lucifer was especially complicated. If he wanted to be done with you, so be it. You had better things to do than worry about a moody archangel.

The research began as soon as all the bags were moved into the rooms. The whole group was gathered in the room you were sharing with Sam and Dean (they wouldn’t pay for you to have your own room - dicks), and everyone had their laptops out, or were looking through books.

You were sitting on your bed, a book opened on your lap while Mick reclined next to you with his laptop. Even so often while he was thinking, he would absent-mindedly rub your leg or your arm. You didn’t think he meant anything by it as he just naturally just seemed to be very touchy-feely, but it was driving you crazy, and not in a good way You had a thing about personal space and while you could technically be termed as “dating”, you still didn’t like it. Eventually, after one long moment where his hand had just rested on your leg before he began to type again, you hopped to your feet.

“I need some air,” You stated as four pairs of eyes looked up at you. You noticed Lucifer’s icy gaze was looking out the window, purposefully avoiding you, but you didn’t care. You had to get out of that room.

You stepped out into the chilly Alaskan night and closed the door tightly behind you. The parking lot was deserted except for the SUV and there was no one on the road. The tiny town all seemed to sleeping, which was appropriate considering it was about 2 in the morning. That’s when you realized you were finally alone. A smile broke out on your face. You hadn’t been alone in over a week and it felt so freeing.

Still grinning, you set off down the road, just reveling in the fact that you were finally alone. You walked about a mile down the road before turning off on a trailhead that would run a loop through the forest according to the map on a sign at the turnoff. The trail ran about 3 miles and was very clearly marked, so it was easy going. You figured you had gone about 2 miles down the trail when a chilly breeze began to blow. The forest was dark and silent, so there was no mistaking the voice that spoke out from behind you.

“Now what would a Winchester be doing here?”

You whirled around to see a tall woman standing about fifteen feet away, dressed in business casual attire. Her eyes flashed blue.

“Going for a walk, what’s it look like?” You asked, your tone lazy. “The real question is, what is an angel doing out here?”

She chuckled. “The name is Serus. And I’m hunting, much like you.”

“I very much doubt that you and I are hunting the same thing, Serus.” You said gruffly. “Why don’t you cut the bullshit and tell me what you want.”

She crossed her arms. “Lucifer.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” She scowled. “I want Lucifer.”

“What for?”

“He belongs in the Cage. My brethren and I are going to make sure he goes back there.”

“And what makes you think I know where he is?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. We caught one of Crowley’s dogs. We know about the two of you.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know where Lucifer is. You’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“So what happened after your brothers freed you then? They just let him go?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I didn’t ask, they didn’t tell.”

“Oh how militant of you.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “Too bad. I was planning on letting you go, but now I think I’ll take you hostage. Maybe the brothers Winchester will be willing to trade.”

You shrugged and pulled an angel blade out of your jacket pocket, where you always kept it. “You can try, Serus, but I don’t think it’ll go very well for you.”

She cocked an eyebrow, her own blade sliding out of her sleeve. “Or maybe I’ll just kill you instead.”

Serus took a step towards you and your grip tightened on your blade.

“Or,” A voice rang out. “We could all just get along.”

Serus whirled around and you could see Lucifer standing several feet behind her. The moonlight cut through the trees, giving his hair a silvery glow. The sight of him bathed in the glowing light took your breath away despite the circumstances. He was truly beautiful.

Serus didn’t waste any time. She leapt towards him swiftly and silently, her lips peeled back in a terrible sneer. Lucifer was quicker though, despite not having access to his powers. A second later, he was in between you and Serus, facing the latter.

“Let’s talk about this, Serus.” He said calmly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” She snarled. “You’re going back where you belong, Deceiver.”

“Nope. I’m not. But I’m giving you the chance to walk away. I suggest you take it.”

She flung herself at him again, her blade flying through the air. Lucifer went to sidestep her again, but this time she was expecting it and changed her angle of attack. You moved without conscious thought, stepping quickly in front of the archangel and shoving him backwards. You brought up your blade in an underhand arc, plunging the tip into her ribcage. At the same time, her blade plunged downwards right under your left shoulder. You screamed as the blade went all the way through and ripped out the other side.

Serus was screaming too, blue light pouring from every orifice as she died. Her vessel dropped to the ground and you dimly recognized the dark shadow of wings spreading out from her back across the ground.

Bitch, you thought.

Your knees buckled and you sank to the ground. The angel blade was burning in your shoulder and you knew that if it had gone any lower, you would have been dead immediately. You grasped the handle protruding from your body, steeled yourself, and yanked. The blade was firmly lodged and didn’t budge, but you almost immediately passed out from the pain. You fell onto your side, feeling your strength starting to fade. You had felt this before, many times, in Crowley’s dungeon. You would be blacking out any second now.

“Y/N!” You heard a frantic cry, but you were fading fast. Your vision began to darken and the last thing you saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of icy blue eyes looking down at you with all the fear in the world.

The first thing you noticed was that your mouth felt like cotton. The second thing was that your head was pounding.

“Water,” You croaked.

You felt a cup being held up to your lips a second later and you drank the cool liquid greedily. Once you had quenched your thirst, you opened your eyes.

You were in a hospital, hooked up to at least a billion different machines. Sam, who had given you the water, sat by your side. The lines in his face were deep and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. Dean stood leaning against the wall a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked even worse than Sam.

You smiled at the two of them. “Hey.”

Dean scowled. “What the hell were you doing in the middle of the damn woods, Y/N?”

Sam scowled at him, but you answered.

“Just taking a walk, Dean.” Your voice was raspy, but strong. “That’s all.”

He clenched his jaw and stalked out of the room angrily. Sam watched him go, then looked back at you.

“He’ll be okay.” He said.

“I know.” You gave him a small smile. “He’s just angry because he couldn’t help me.”

Sam took a deep breath. “That, and we just got you back, Y/N. I know we haven’t talked about it much, but we were both really worried about you for that year. We had no idea where you were, we thought you had just run off somewhere to live a normal life. You talked about it sometimes and we thought that’s what had happened. But…then we found out you had been tortured the whole time. And we hadn’t been looking for you. I know you’re going to say that it’s not our fault, but it’s still a weight we carry around every day. You’re our little sister. We’re supposed to protect you and we’ve failed twice now.”

“Sam. I’m a Hunter. Torture and angel blades in the shoulder are occupational hazards that I’ve accepted.”

He gave a small nod. “That doesn’t mean we’ve accepted them for you, Y/N.”

You pushed the button on your bed so that you were sitting up. “You don’t have to,” You said kindly. “It’s my life, you big bozo.”

Sam smiled and some of the cloud over his eyes seemed to dissipate. “I better go check on Dean.”

You watched as he left, then laid your head back on your pillow and closed your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were out before the change in temperature woke you. The room was suddenly ice cold. You shivered and pulled the flimsy hospital blanket up to your chin. You opened your eyes a crack and saw Lucifer’s form sitting next to you in the chair that Sam had vacated.

“It’s a little cold in here,” You said, your teeth chattering.

He said nothing, but the room heated up quickly. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He sat there hunched over, his hooded gaze on you. It was a little unnerving.

“Um…hi.” You said. He still said nothing, merely stared at you. “Staring is rude, you know.”

His gaze finally dropped and he took a deep breath. He whispered something.

“What?” You asked.

“An inch.” He said, raising his voice. “An inch from your heart. That’s how close the blade was.”

“Ah, well, guess I can say it literally missed it by an inch.” You quipped, trying to hide how much that information shook you.

His gaze snapped back up to you. “You’re making jokes?” He asked in a low voice.

You lifted your good shoulder in a half shrug. “What else can I do?”

“How about not leap in front of a blade that was meant for me?” He shouted, startling you.

“You would rather I let you die?” You asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“I had a plan!” He said, leaping to his feet.

“Did your plan include getting stabbed to death with an angel blade?” You shot back angrily. “Because that’s what was going to happen!”

He glared at you, breathing heavily, his hands on his hips. “So you getting stabbed instead was better?”

“Uh, yeah!” You said pointedly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not dead!”

“But you could have been,” He said, clearly frustrated. “One inch lower-”

“But I’m not.” You said firmly, interrupting him. “And neither are you. That’s a win in my book.”

He clenched his jaw, but sat back down in the chair. All the fight seemed to go out of him in an instant. He leaned against the bed, his arm and hand resting lightly on the mattress.

You studied him for a moment before asking the question you really wanted to know the answer to. “So what were you doing out there? Were you following me?”

“I was just out for a walk.” He said, not looking at you.

“You stalker.” You said, a little playfully. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

He looked at you and cocked an eyebrow. “Apparently not.”

“Pfft I had her handled. Piece of cake. Until you showed up.”

“You were outside alone at night in an area where the alpha werewolf is running around murdering people. You really think I’d let you wander off alone?”

“Aha! So you were following me!”

He sighed. “You’re impossible.”

You merely smiled. You were beginning to feel sleepy again. “I knew you still cared about me.”

He looked startled. “Who said that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please.”

He was silent a moment and you could feel sleep dragging you ever closer.

“You’re right.” He said lowly. “I do still care.”

A funny warmth began to spread through your body, making you giddy and content all at the same time. You didn’t think it had to do with the pain meds they were giving you.

“It’s okay,” You said, peaking at him from the corner of your eye. You couldn’t open them fully anymore. “I still care about you too.”

You moved your hand over to where his was resting and squeezed it lightly. He looked up at you in surprise. You thought you could see something else there too, something that looked like…hope? But that could have been the meds. Either way, you felt his cool hand turn and clasp yours tightly, as if he were afraid you would float away. And in a way, you were floating.

“Don’t leave me again,” You mumbled, hardly aware of what you were saying.

His other hand wrapped around yours and you felt his cool lips touch your fingers. You heard him whisper, “Never.”

And the blackness took you once more.

The next time you opened your eyes, your mind felt clearer. You knew the doctors were beginning to cut back on the meds. Hopefully you would be discharged soon.

Mick sat next to your bed, reading a lore book.

“You shouldn’t really be reading that in public.” You said.

He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re awake.”

“How astute of you.” You said, grinning back.

“Well, darling, my astuteness is what I’m known for.” He stood and leaned over to kiss you. He straightened afterwards and looked down at you. “I was worried about you.”

“I’m a hunter, Mick. This sort of thing comes with the territory.”

He nodded, but still looked a little forlorn.

You smiled up at him. “Think about this way. Now I have to stay back at the motel HQ with you instead of going after the alpha.”

He gave you a small smile. “I’d rather you were whole again, dear.”

“And I will be.” You said. “It’ll just take some time. I’ve had worse than this, believe me.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now, when am I being discharged?”

“Doctor said today. If you were feeling up to it.”

“Thank goodness.” You said. “I am more than feeling up to it. Is everyone else back at the motel?”

He nodded, then looked away. You knew something was bothering him.

“Out with it.” You said. “Spill it, Mick.”

He looked at you and sighed. “It’s mad.”

“Just ask.”

He sat back down and looked at you with apprehension. His voice was soft when he spoke. “Why were you and Lucifer out there alone?”

“We weren’t. Well, I mean, we were, but I thought I was alone.”

“So you didn’t plan it then?” You could see he wasn’t being accusatory. You could also see that he was afraid of the answer.

“No,” You said. “I didn’t plan alone time with Lucifer. I went for a walk and he followed me. That’s all.”

Mick gave a small nod. “Okay. Sure, okay.”

You cocked your head, curious. “Why would you think we had planned it?”

“I’m not sure.” He said, shrugging. “It just has seemed to me that you two have some sort of…connection, I suppose, and I was worried about it.”

Maybe he should be worried about it, a small voice inside your head said.

“I’m not going to deny that there’s a connection between us,” You said kindly, ignoring the stupid voice. “We shared the same cell for months. But that’s all it is. Mick, I’m dating you. No one else.”

He didn’t look completely convinced though and you couldn’t blame him. There was something between you and the archangel that you couldn’t identify. The more you wanted to pull away from him, the more you were pushed back towards him. And apparently it was the same for him.

You were discharged from the hospital, your arm in a sling to keep you from moving it, and Mick drove you back to the motel. You walked in to your room to find your brothers, Ketch, and Lucifer all sprawled out around the room. Ketch was sleeping on the couch while your brothers were sleeping on one of the beds. Lucifer was reclined lazily on the other bed and he cracked an eye as you walked in.

“About time.” He said dryly.

“Sorry, the doctors were really busy today,” You said sarcastically. “Something about having other patients.”

His mouth quirked up slightly in the corner and you knew he was happy you were back. You walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lucifer quickly moved over so that there was more room on the blanket and you leaned back against the pillows gratefully. It was the same as before, in the cell. The cooler air around the archangel seemed to soothe your throbbing shoulder.

“Ahhhh,” You breathed, closing your eyes.

“Can I get you anything, love?” Mick asked. You opened your eyes to see Mick eyeing Lucifer. But the archangel’s gaze was on you.

“No, I’m fine. I just need to rest a bit more.”

“Alright.” Mick sat at the small table in the corner of the room. Its surface was littered with lore books and newspaper clippings. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You snuggled down further into the bed and felt the temperature around Lucifer drop a few more degrees. The throbbing in your shoulder subsided even more and you sighed in relief.

“I’ll be right here too,” Lucifer said lowly, so that only you could hear.

You smiled and drifted off to sleep.

To Borrow #5

My sweet crazy baby Saeyoung <3 I honestly honestly didn’t think I’d want to play this guy’s route. Even more so than Yoosung. However he was my Solas from DA:I in MM. This crazy knowledgable, powerful and horribly broken dark horse that comes to claim your heart out of nowhere <3

Also I am not super tech savvy. I am not a hacker. I am not any sort of programmer. Please just remember that and read ahead with a pinch of salt I guess :) 

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kittycupcakesblog  asked:

Oh! I LOVE your writing~ I have a suggestion for a little headcanon, fanfic, whatever you wanna do! How bout the Mysme plot but in a "Alice in Wonderland" setting? Like how Mc stumbles upon the chatroom and instead how Mc falls down the rabbit hole to Wonderland (maybe pushed by Unknown? :0)

I… I have no explanation for this, really. I hope you guys don’t unfollow us after this. *nervous laughter*

But do know that I wasn’t high or drunk or anything. It was the hormones wreaking havoc on my puny brain cells.

P.S. this post is getting long and it’s 2am now, so part 2 to follow later! Don’t worry, I really will release it before the week ends!


(Ri’s Side Note: Reminder that Nao is on hiatus. She’s just posting the remaining reqs she had :3)

MC in Wonderland

Part I - Into the psychedelic cardboard door we go!

Saeran / White Rabbit

  • You catch him wandering along the hallway on your way back to your room one night
  • Are those… rabbit ears?
  • And that steampunk waistcoat looks awesome on him, but why is there a cute, fluffy white cottontail?
  • Is he and Saeyoung sneaking off to a costume party without telling you?
  • You secretly follow him and he ends up in front of a strange looking door made out of COLORFUL CORRUGATED CARDBOARD
  • He opens the door, but you keep him from entering by hastily blocking the entrance
  • But you’re too clumsy and slip inside
  • You fell head first, so you closed your eyes as you prepared for the impact with the floor, but it never came
  • Opening your eyes, you find a warped space, and you’re continuously falling down
  • Saeran jumps in after you, and you notice the unusual look in his eyes as he passes by
  • “Saeran!“
  • “So busy, so busy, the queen will have my head if I don’t hurry“
  • “Saeran, wait!“
  • Turning to you, he gives you a crazed smile
  • “See you in Wonderland, MC.“
  • And HE FADES. Just like that.

  • The speed at which you were falling went faster, and you were genuinely scared because you couldn’t see the bottom
  • A bright light flashes out of nowhere, and you shut your eyes tightly, anticipating that you would go ‘SPLAT!’ when you reached the bottom

Saeyoung / Cheshire Cat

  • You wake up to somebody poking your cheek
  • Opening your eyes, you find Saeyoung looking down at you
  • “Hey miss, hey, are you planning to sleep here all day until Dorothy appears from OZ?“
  • “Saeyoung, are you on crack?“
  • “I’m the Cheshire Cat, not Saeyoung; you have to play along, MC—- I mean, miss.“
  • “Cheshire cat? Wasn’t Jumin the cat last time?“
  • “Shhh, it’s my turn now.“
  • “Haha, fine. I’m Alice then. Help me up?“
  • Saeyoung helps you stand up and you find yourself clad in chunky Mary Jane pumps, striped thigh-high stockings, and a blue and white dress with puffed sleeves complete with a petticoat (it’s the one that keeps the skirt puffy).
  • “Y-you didn’t change my clothes did you?“
  • “Nope, I’m a cat; cats can’t change your clothes, Alice.“
  • *sigh*
  • “Oh alright. I’m looking for Sae—  the white rabbit; have you seen him?“
  • “If you’re looking for him, he’s probably on his way to Mi— the Queen’s castle. In fact, I can see him coming this way.“
  • Saeyoung points in the opposite direction, and true enough, you see Saeran running in your direction.
  • “Saeran!“
  • “I’m late, I’m late! Need to lure them to the castle!“
  • “Cheshire, we need to—“
  • “Bye bye MC. Vander duchess is probably looking for me now, so I have to go or she’ll have my ass! See you later!“ and he slowly fades, his cheeky grin being the last thing to disappear

  • You decide to run after Saeran instead, but he kept disappearing and reappearing in random places, with you getting lost not long after.
  • You’ve also gotten tired, and was dragging your feet as you tried to find a place to rest in.
  • At the end of a fork road however, your stomach rumbles and you feel hungry
  • A table with a suspicious vial and a cake magically appears right before you
  • You have an inkling at what it might do to you, but it was a slice of that new rare cheesecake that you were dying to try and you were sooo hungry.
  • So you take a bite out of the cake and you feel yourself growing
  • It tasted so heavenly and it was so worth it
  • And you can see way up to the castle, but you couldn’t go there without squashing anything.

V / ???

  • “MC???“
  • Turning to the sound of the familiar voice, you find V looking up at you
  • “V!!! You’re alive!!!“
  • “Ahahaha, it’s nice seeing you too, MC. But why are you so big?“
  • You wanted to see him up close so you knelt down to have a good look at him
  • “*sob* it really is you, V! *sob*“
  • cue in ugly crying because you missed V
  • “Yes, it’s me. Umm… MC, did you perhaps… take a bite out of this cake?“ he asks, picking up the slice that you dropped earlier.
  • “I did,“ you say in between sniffles. You wanted to stop crying, but the tears were flowing nonstop ever since you saw him again.
  • “I see. Then perhaps… you need to shrink down again.“
  • “Why?“
  • “It’s flooding.“
  • Looking down, you noticed that the water was already up to V’s neck, so you offered your hand and he hopped into it
  • “Eh? W-what do I do?“
  • “You need to drink the potion and eat the cake at the same time,“ he says, holding up the vial and the cake
  • “But- but if I eat that, I’ll shrink and you’ll fall!“
  • “Don’t worry about me, MC. I’m more worried that if you don’t shrink, the queen will see you and you’ll get into trouble“
  • “Oh. Then… please be safe, okay?“
  • Placing him on a nearby tree, you take the cake and the potion and take them simultaneously.
  • You feel yourself shrinking, and you hold onto a drifting log just as you get to your normal size.
  • “Thanks for your help, V!“ you shout, waving to him as the current takes you downstream.
  • “See you soon, MC. Say hi to everybody for me!“ he replies, waving back to you.

[Part II]

Beach Walks


Joe was right, every time he visited Brighton, the weather would be gloomy and rainy. You and Joe had been at the Zalfie household for 2 days now and it had been windy and overcast ever since you stepped foot out of your car. 

Today was the last day with Zoe and Alfie and a majority of the day was spent filming videos and editing said videos as, once again, the weather was still not wanting to cooperate with you plans. 

You were in the kitchen helping Zoe clean up the mess her and Joe had made after their baking video earlier, the boys in the other room watching tv. 

“Oh hello there Nala” you said looking dog at the pug who was sniffing your feet. 

“Oh she might want to go out for a wee, do you mind letting her out?” Zoe said glancing over at you before putting the dishes back in to the cupboards. 

“Yeah sure. C’mon Nala” you said walking over to the sliding door, looking up at the sky. “Hey the suns out.” You called over your shoulder before opening the door and stepping out after Nala.

“Wow and its actually fairly nice! We should go down to the beach!” Zoe said coming to stand next to you outside as she looked up the sky. 

“That sounds good, I think we all need to get out of the house” You said walking back into the house. 

“Hey guys, its sunny and nice out so we are going to the beach.” Zoe said as you followed her into her lounge room where the boys were sprawled out across the couch. 

“Tell him that” Alfie said nodding his head over to Joe who was wrapped in a blanket, his eyelashes resting softly on the tops of he’s cheeks. 

“How long has he been asleep?” You asked Alfie. 

“A while actually, he seemed pretty tired all weekend.” He said standing up and stretching his hands over his head before wrapping his arms around Zoe. 

“He’s had a busy week, honestly this is the most I’ve even seen him” You said making your way over to your sleeping boyfriend. “Joe love, wake up”

Joe moved his head slightly under your hand that had pushed back his hair that had fallen over his face. 

“We’re going to the beach” You said quietly as he shifted some more. 

“Isn’t it raining?” Joe mumbled into the couch.

“Nope, its actually quite sunny and nice out” You said leaning down to kiss his forehead. 

Just as you were about to pull away, Joe moved his face up and caught your lips with his, his arms moving from under the blanket to wrap themselves around your waist and pulled you down to him. 

“Oh c’mon you two, we’re losing daylight!” Zoe called out as she peaked her head into the room seeing the two of you laying on the couch. 

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming” Joe said to his sister before capturing your lips again before allowing you to get up and pull him off the couch. 

By the time you all had made it to the beach, the sun was low in the sky, turning the clouds shades of pink, red and orange. Zoe and Alfie walked with Nala ahead while you and Joe walked hand in hand shortly behind them, laughing about something that he had said. 

The four of you made your way to the water, walking along the damp sand making sure to pay close attention to the tide as it came back in. Joe nudged your side with his elbow causing you to smile slightly until he did it again, pushing you closer to the water. 

“Joe quit” You said pushing him back up the beach, moving away from the incoming tide that washed away your footprints. 

As the tide moved back out, Joe’s hand found your waist and he continued to push your closer to the water. He let out a snort as you squealed at the cold water spilling into the sides of your shoes. 

“Joe!” You said still resisting his attempts to push you into the water. 

He finally let up as a large wave pushed the tide back up against the beach, the water quickly making its way towards the two of you, soaking both of your feets. 

“Good plan Sugg” You said running away from him back up the beach, but he was quick to catch up to you, wrapping his arms back around your body, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

He placed a small kiss on your cheek as the two of you stopped at turned to face the setting sun disappearing under the water. You wrapped your arms around his as you leaned back into his embrace. 

“I wish London had a beach” You sighed as the sound of laughter adverted your attention from the sun to Zoe and Alfie running after Nala. 

“I’ve learning to love the beach, still not to keen on the water but the beach is nice.” Joe said from up above you.

“We need to come here more often in the summer. Hopefully the weather will be pleasant enough for us to actually do things.” Joe laughed at your comment. 

“Yeah I’d hope it would be nice in the summer.”

You watched the sun dip lower into the sea, darkness following closely behind the dark blue and red. Joe tightened his grip around you as he kissed your cheek briefly. 

“I love you” He whispered in your ear. 

“I love you too” You said moving your head to look at him before he leaned down to kiss you. 

“You guys ready to head back? We have a very wet dog who is going to freeze if we don’t get her home” Zoe called as she and Alfie walked closer to you. 

“Oi Alan!” Joe shouted before unwrapping his arms from you and running after Nala who tired to run away from him but failed as the lead restricted her from going to far. 

Alfie, Joe and Nala ran ahead while you and Zoe lagged behind laughing at the boys. 

“What is wrong with our boyfriends?” Zoe asked through her laughs. 

“I honestly have no idea,” You said smiling to yourself as you watched Joe nearly trip over a rock. 

Keeping a Promise // Caspar Lee

Word Count- 1492

Summary- aka the five times Caspar didn’t kiss you and the one time he did

A/n- this is by far my favorite imagine yet, it was so fun to write. hope you enjoy!

Being Josh’s little sister, you saw Caspar all the time. Whether you wanted to or not, he was just always around. You had a love hate relationship with the boy. You threw around insults like none other. Of course, you ended up falling for him. But he was oblivious, at least you thought he was.


The first time

You were 14. It was Josh’s 16th birthday party.

“Y/n, sweetheart.” Your mom asked.

“What’s up mama?” you replied, pulling out your headphones.

“Can you go get the ice cream from the garage?”

“Yeah,” you stood up, heading out the door. You went to the freezer, searching for the ice cream, not sure which ones your mom wanted you to grab. So you grabbed them all. While you were busy trying to stack the boxes strategically, Josh and Caspar walked in.

“Y/n! Hurry up! My friends will be here any minute!” Josh screamed, grabbing two things of ice cream. He darted out of the room, towards the kitchen.

“Wanna help?” you nodded towards the other ice cream.

“Nope.” He laughed turning around.

You took one step and toppled over.

“Ouch.” You mumbled, suddenly being pulled up.

“You okay?” Caspar whispered, two inches away from your face.

“Y-yeah.” You looked into his bright blue eyes.

He looked into your eyes, then at your lips, then back into your eyes, he moved half a centimeter closer.

‘CASPAR!” Josh yelled from the backyard, “C’mon!”

Caspar let go of your arms, that neither of you noticed he was holding. He grabbed some ice cream and left. You didn’t move until your mom came in yelling at you for letting the ice cream melt.


The second time

It was about a week and a half later. You slept in because it was a Saturday, why wouldn’t you? Once you finally got up, you reluctantly went downstairs. You loved your bed so much, but your tummy needed food. When you turned into the kitchen you were baffled by the sight. Caspar was sitting at the table eating cereal, shirtless.

“Mornin’.” He said, looking up from his phone.

“Hey,” you muttered, reaching for a bowl. You knew your shirt was going to rise up, and you didn’t stop it.

You suddenly felt a presence behind you.

“You really shouldn’t do that.” He whispered into your ear.

You turned, face to face with your brothers best friend, “Do what?” you asked innocently.

“Tease me.” You breathed, his face straight.

“What’s going on here?” Josh asked from the door.

Caspar immediately reached up for a bowl, “Just grabbing a bowl for Y/n.” he turned and went back to the table. Once again, leaving you flustered.


The third time

You were at school, sitting in the library. You were quietly working on your math homework, when he sat next to you.

“Hello,” he smiled.

“Can I help you?”

“Someone’s moody today.”

“Just curious as to why you’re here.”

“I need help.” He said, catching your attention.


“So you’re saying you’ll help me?”

“I never said that.”

“Okay well, no one can know so come here.”


“Come here.” He leaned forward, pulling you closer to him. He sat there for a good 15 seconds.

“Are you gonna tell me what you need?” you said, bored of the game he’s playing.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispered. “But Josh is looking, so I’m pretending to tell you something.”

You immediately stood up and ran out of the library, flustered again.


The fourth time

You were at a Halloween party. Like any other party, you all decided to play a game. Seeing as Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever were overplayed, you lot decided to play Spin the Bottle.

“Alright, I’ll go first,” said a guy in the grade above you. It landed on someone who wasn’t his girlfriend. This led to lots of screaming, now 2 less people were playing.

Next was a very popular girl, it landed on Josh. You grimaced, watching your brother kiss her.

“Alright, your turn Casp,” Josh said, waiting for his friend to spin the bottle.

You clenched your fists, nervous. Did you want it to land on you?

Pro- you got to kiss Caspar

Con- only because of a game

Pro- you get to kiss Caspar

Con- your brother would see


Yes. You wanted it to land on you.

It must have been your lucky day, because the bottle came to a stop. Facing you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. But you played it cool. He smirked, scooting across the floor. You didn’t look at Josh, you knew it would ruin this moment. Caspar leaned in, you closed your eyes.

“IM GONNA KILL YOU!” you heard, jerking your eyes open. Everyone’s head turned to the noise.

There was a loud crash, a few bangs, and lots of yelling. Two boys in your brother’s grade were full on fighting.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Josh, pulling you out of the back door.


The fifth time

You were emotional. Josh was leaving. He was going to London. You didn’t want him to leave. You were sat in the living room, holding one of his sweatshirts.

“Oh, Y/n.” your brother sighed, “Come here.” He opened his eyes.

You bawled, “Why?”

“It’s a great opportunity.” He smiled, “I’m only a FaceTime call away. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you cried, sitting back down.

“You can keep my sweatshirt if you want,” he offered.

“I wasn’t going to ask for permission,” you giggled.

“C’mon Josh, we need to leave soon. Finish packing the car, I need to piss.” Caspar interrupted.

Josh left and Caspar was in front of you in seconds.

“Why are you crying love?’ he said sweetly.

“I don’t want him to leave.” You said quietly, not wanting Caspar to judge you.

“It’s not so bad, trust me. If you need to talk to someone, you can always talk to Theodora.” He cupped your face, looking straight into your eyes. “God you’re so beautiful.” He put his forehead against yours, you closed your eyes.

“Casp! You said you had to piss not take a shit! C’mon!” Josh yelled. You walked outside with Caspar. You hugged josh one more time. He got into the car, then you turned to Caspar hugging him as well.

“I’ll kiss you one day.” He whispered, then he was gone. And once again, you stood there, alone, flustered all because of the same blonde haired, blue eyed, South African who’s been making you feel this way since you were 12.



You woke up 3 minutes before your alarm went off. You decided to scroll through Tumblr before you had to get out of the bed. You were going to pick up Josh today. It had been way too long since he had been to South Africa. Two years in fact. You were so excited to see him, but when you saw him walk out of the terminal, you got more than you bargained for.

“JOSH!” you screamed, running up to your older brother. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.”

“Missed ya too sis.” He smiled.

“Oli? As in Oli White?” you asked, peering behind your brother.

“The one and only.” He laughed.

“It’s so nice to finally me you! I’ve only seen you in videos!’ you hugged him as well.

After you let go of Oli, you saw him. Two years had passed, and he was still gorgeous as ever.

“H-hey, Casp.” You smiled.

“Hi,” he sighed happily. “It’s been way to long.”

“Yeah it has.”

You pulled him into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly, “I’ve missed your touch.” He whispered. He let go of you, but you kept your arms around his neck.

“Do you remember the promise you made me the last time we hugged? “You asked, smiling.

“How could I forget?” he laughed.

“So? Are you gonna keep it.” You bit your lip.

His smile faded, “Josh is going to kill me,” he went to pull away, “Fuck it.”

He attached his lips to yours, you responded almost immediately. You’ve been wondering what he tasted like for the past 6 years. And it was better than you had imagined. He tasted of mint gum with a hint of alcohol. You loved it. You could taste that forever. He licked your lip, asking for permission. Which you gladly gave him.

“Okay that’s enough.” Josh said, “I’m allowing you to be with her, you could at least have the decency to not eat her face in front of me.” Josh threw Caspar’s bag at him.

You giggled mouthing a thank you to your brother who just smiled.

You clung to Caspar the rest of the day, you’ve been waiting 6 years, and you couldn’t wait any longer to be all over that boy.


Summary: AJ Styles’ girlfriend works behind the scenes as a producer on SmackDown. The two have always kept personal and professional separate, but when AJ’s emotions get the best of him and he decides to confront Shane McMahon in the parking lot…will he lose more than just his job?

**Based on SmackDown Live this week! I’ve never written an AJ fic before but after seeing what happened on the show, the idea came to me and I knew I had to write it! Also there might be a part two to this, I haven’t decided for sure if I’m going to leave it as it is or continue it.**

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After working for several years in different Indy promotions like NJPW and most notedly, Ring of Honor, you finally made it to the WWE. You just so happened to start working with WWE the same time NXT began to take off, and Triple H had you helping run the show. As time went on you got more and more responsibility with the brand as it became more and more successful until you were the woman running the show. You made sure everything backstage ran smoothly. You made sure Superstars were at Gorilla when they were supposed to be. You made sure the lights, cameras, and video packages were working. Without tooting your own horn too much, you basically ran NXT. 

You were one of Triple H’s original “kids” joining the likes of Seth Rollins. So he had a lot of faith in you and put a lot of responsibility on you. Eventually, he offered you a dream job, being the assistant producer of SmackDown Live after the 2016 brand split. So every week you sat behind the curtain at the control panel alongside people like Michael Cole and Road Dogg and made sure the show ran as smoothly as possible.

It was on SmackDown where you met the one and only AJ Styles. At first, you didn’t pay much attention to him. He was almost ten years older than you, and he was going through a pretty messy divorce and didn’t talk to a lot of people backstage. You would say hi to him in passing or make small talk if the two of you happened to go out with the same group of people, but it was nothing more than that.

As the weeks passed the small talk conversations turned into longer and more meaningful conversations, and before you knew it, you felt yourself falling for him. Hard. You knew it was a bad idea. He had just gone through a nasty divorce, and he wasn’t interested in a relationship, something he had stated before.

You weren’t sure how it happened. It was just another night after a SmackDown show where a group of the roster went out for a few drinks before heading to the next city. A few Jack and Cokes later and you were in his arms kissing him in an elevator and being led up to his room.

He made it official the morning after, but the two of you agreed to keep your relationship quiet. He knew what people would say if he jumped into a relationship straight out of his divorce. He didn’t want people to think the two of you had been sleeping together while he was still married. You also didn’t want your job backstage to be in jeopardy due to you being in a relationship with one of the blue brand’s biggest guys. 

It was now March 2017, and you and AJ had been public with the roster for about a month. You were thankful when most of the people backstage were supportive of the relationship. Shane and Daniel said as long as it didn’t interfere or you didn’t show favoritism towards AJ that there wouldn’t be a problem.

You sat at the control panel with Road Dogg. AJ was pushing his luck. He had been making little snarky comments at Shane and Daniel for weeks, and they had just let it go, knowing that all the Superstars were under a lot of stress because it was WrestleMania season.

But after last week when he had gotten into an altercation backstage after losing the match to Randy, therefore, losing his place in the Main Event at WrestleMania, he had pushed his luck. You were surprised Shane hadn’t lost it on AJ when that happened.

To top it off he had stormed into Daniel Bryan’s office just minutes ago demanding to talk to Shane. You didn’t know what had gotten into AJ lately, but you knew if he wasn’t careful he was going to get himself fired.
You saw Daniel walk over to the production area and sit down as he let out a huge sigh.

“Everything okay?” Road Dogg asked.

“It’s AJ. I have a bad feeling about tonight.” He said. 

“What did he do now?” You asked.

“He stormed into my office before the show and demanded to talk to Shane. Then said he was going out to the ring. I told him to think about his career and watch what he says. He looked at me and said ‘That’s what I’m thinking about. My career.’ I just have a bad feeling about this.” Daniel said.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” You asked.

“No. I don’t want you to get involved. I don’t want to bring your personal lives into work.” Daniel said.

“I agree with Daniel. If it goes too far, we might have you talk to him. But for now, it’s best just to see what happens and hope he doesn’t say something he regrets.” Road Dogg said.

“Guys someone be sure to have their fingers on the mic switch in case we need to cut him off.” You said into the headset to the tech guy in the truck running the sound boards.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked as he looked over at you.

“If I know AJ, this could be another pipe bomb all over again. They should have cut CM Punk off, but they didn’t. We need to cut AJ off before it gets to that point.” I said.

“She might be right, Daniel. If he uses this TV time to get things off his chest, it could be trouble.” Road Dogg said.

“Okay, but don’t cut him off until I say to,” Daniel said. 

“10-4.” The tech guy said into the headset.

You heard AJ’s music hit, and you took a deep breath as your eyes locked on the monitor. You were saying a silent prayer that he wouldn’t say something he would regret.

There was no big entrance by AJ. He didn’t stop and do his little pose thing he does. He walked straight through the curtain and straight to the ring with a serious face the entire way. He grabbed a microphone, and you held your breath and hoped for the best.

“I am sick and tired of being messed with by Daniel Bryan and Shane McMahon! You would think the greatest Superstar in WWE would have the red carpet rolled out for him so that I can walk that aisle all the way to the Main Event of WrestleMania. But that’s not what happened. No, no there were hoops I had to jump through. Hoops like I’m a circus monkey! Do you think Cena jumped through any hoops like a circus monkey? Do you think that happened? No! This is what happened; John Cena went to Daniel Bryan, basically his brother-in-law and said ‘Hey I’m John Cena I want a match against AJ Styles for the Championship’ and what happened? It was done!” AJ said as he looked at the camera.

“Daniel do you want me to cut him?” The sound tech asked into the headset. Road Dogg and I both turned to Daniel, waiting for him to make a call in the split second we had before AJ continued his speech.

“No. Not yet.” Daniel said as he kept his eyes glued to the monitor. “Let him vent.”

“And yeah…yeah, yeah, yeah I got beat by the great John Cena. I admit it. I accept it. I accept it. I learned to live with it. But I expected my rematch for the championship and what did I get? A triple threat match that I didn’t get beat in, that I didn’t lose. Did I get my rematch after that? Nope! I got the elimination chamber match with five other WWE Superstars. Oh but wait! There’s more!”

“Daniel?” Road Dogg asked.

“Not yet,” Daniel said. 

“You see there was a battle royal…where I clearly won. But there was some controversy, so Luke Harper and I had a match where I beat him 1-2-3 in this ring! And what happens next? Randy Orton burns down Bray Wyatt’s house, and he doesn’t get arrested. He doesn’t go to jail. He goes to the main event of Wrestlemania!” AJ said.

Road Dogg glanced over at Daniel, but Daniel just shook his head. You wondered how far Daniel would let AJ take this promo. You didn’t know what AJ would say if they let him vent and get everything off his chest. 

“Anyone who knows this business knows that AJ Styles had the best year in 2016. I’m the one that put SmackDown Live on the map! I’m the reason that your butts are in the seats! I’m the reason why your eyes are glued to the television set. I’m the reason why everyone subscribes to the WWE Network. And what do I get? I don’t even have a match at Wrestlemania! So tell me, tell me. On what planet does the greatest ever WWE Superstar not have a match at Wrestlemania? So that’s when I took a stand. You see, I could’ve walked in there and slapped the kale chips right out of Daniel Bryan’s mouth.”

“Daniel-“ I started to say.

“No. We’re not cutting him off. This is good TV. The viewers are going to eat this up.” Daniel said.

“But we know Daniel Bryan is no more than a puppet here in the WWE. But Shane McMahon on the other hand, we’re gonna have a conversation. We’re gonna have a conversation right here tonight about my career…that is if I even have one.” And with that, he threw the mic and walked to the back. 

I took my headset off and leaned back in my seat. What was AJ thinking? Whatever he had planned, it wasn’t going to be good. He obviously knew that whatever he was about to do could get him fired. Not fined or put on a 30 day suspended. But fired!

A few minutes later you sat in the back at the control table as you watched AJ pace back and forth in the parking lot as he waited for Shane to arrive.

“Let me go talk to him.” You said.

“No. We all agreed we wouldn’t mix your relationship and business. If he wants to mess up his career, that’s on him.” Daniel said.

“Daniel, maybe letting her talk to him isn’t a bad idea. We don’t know what he has in store for Shane. What if he’s planning a mugging out there? After what happened to Ambrose last week, are you willing to risk another parking lot attack?” Road Dogg asked as he looked over at Daniel. “She’s the only one he’s going to listen to.” 

“Okay fine. Go talk him out of whatever he has planned and then come back here.” Daniel said as he looked at you. “I’m going to my office to call Shane and give him a heads up. You okay to man this for a few minutes?” He asked as he looked at Road Dogg.

“I’ve got it.” Road Dogg said.

You stood up and made your way to the back. You walked past the hallway of locker rooms following the signs pointing to the parking lot. You finally saw AJ pacing by one of the garage doors waiting for Shane.

“AJ!” You yelled. He turned and looked at you with a confused expression.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“AJ, we need to talk.” You said.

“If Daniel sent you to talk me out of this, don’t waste your breath. If Shane won’t answer my calls or emails, I’m going to make sure he hears me.” He said.

“AJ, Shane is the commissioner of SmackDown and he is your boss. What is attacking him going to do? Nothing but get you fired! You’ve already pushed your luck after last week. You push any farther and I’ll be surprised if you still have a job here.”

“I don’t care at this point. I’m tired of getting stepped on by this god damned company. I am the best wrestler this company has right now and everyone knows it. And what do I get? At best I’ll get a spot in the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal with all the mid-card guys who aren’t good enough to get a one on one match!” He yelled at you.

“AJ, don’t scream. I don’t make the calls around here. My job is to ensure the show runs smoothly. But I love you. My relationship with you is about more than what happens when the cameras are rolling. I understand your frustration, but confronting Shane isn’t going to fix anything.” You said.

“Look, I know you and Shane are buddies. So I need you to stay out of this, Y/n. This is between me and him. I don’t want what I do to affect your job.” He said.

“And I don’t want what you do to affect yours! You’re going to get yourself fired if you aren’t careful, AJ. Is that what you want? Do you want to be fired? Do you want to go back to the indies?”

“It’d be better than being here right now! Besides they won’t fire me. This company needs me. That’s why they signed me a year ago! That’s why I didn’t have to go through the joke that is NXT. I debuted in the biggest match of the year at the Royal Rumble. This company is nothing without me!”

“First of all that ‘joke’ is what I built practically from the ground up. I helped grow that brand, so I take offense to you calling it a joke. Second, newsflash, you aren’t the only Superstar this company has. They will keep making money with or without you.” You said. You didn’t want to argue with AJ but he wasn’t thinking clearly and somebody needed to put him in his place. “And you may not care what Shane or Daniel or anyone else thinks, but I hope you care about what I think. I’m not talking to you as the assistant producer of SmackDown; I’m talking to you as your girlfriend. If you want to flush your career down the toilet, that’s fine. But I’m not going to stand around and watch you do it. If you hurt Shane in any way tonight, don’t bother coming to find me after the show. So make sure you think about your choices carefully.” You said.

“So you’re going to take his side?” He asked.

“I’m not taking sides. I’m trying to talk some sense into you! You aren’t thinking clearly! Attacking Shane or whatever you have planned isn’t going to solve anything, AJ. If you want to talk to Shane one on one, I’ll set up a meeting for you once you’ve calmed down-“

“I’m not going to calm down anytime soon1 I’m pissed and I’m tired of being treated like crap! If they won’t listen to me, I’m going to make them!”

“AJ I mean it. Don’t do something stupid. You know it’s not just Shane that makes the calls.” You said.

“I can’t just sit here and get treated like this, Y/n. I’ve worked too hard to be walked on by this company. I have to make a name for myself and prove to them what kind of talent I am. And if I need to get Vince’s attention, what better way than to go through his son?” He said.

“You don’t need to make a name for yourself, AJ! You’re AJ Styles! You’ve already made a name for yourself! You had a name before you even walked into this company. Everyone knew who you were! Now please…come back inside the arena with me.”

“I’m not going back in there until I talk to Shane. Go back to Gorilla and make sure the show runs smoothly. I’ll see you at the hotel.” AJ said, this time much more calmly.

He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss. You sighed, knowing that you had said all you could. It was in his hands now. He could lose more than just his job tonight. But that was a decision only he could make. 

“I mean it, AJ. You touch Shane, don’t bother coming to find me. I won’t stand by your side if you attack him. I can’t stand beside you if you attack your boss.” You said.

You waited for him to say something, anything. But he didn’t. So you turned and headed back into the arena, just hoping he would do the right thing.

Heart Sutra-Part 4

*edit by @strictlyncisconfessions *

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Paring: Jared x Reader

Warnings: mention of sex, hickeys, nothing too crazy

Word Count: 1673

A/N: The reader’s first convention! This part was co-written with the lovely @impalaimagining! She edited and added a drabble she had written for me a couple of weeks ago-the original Hipbones is here. As, always feedback is appreciated!!! Asks, reblogs, replies, tags, etc keep me motivated!

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Negan imagines - The Blame Part 4

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N: Hot diggity dog, I’ve been waiting for this episode very patiently and I must say it was worth it for all the dirty ideas that ran through my head. But can Jeffrey seriously quit it with the lip licking thing he does, a girl can only take so much, you know?

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Negan finally pays Alexandria an early visit

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2, 961

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, sexual tension (idek), Carl’s a little shit (Joking)

You thought it’d be a normal day until Michonne came down stairs a little earlier than you usually would. You saw her take the hidden rifle and head towards the door. 

“There’s barely anything out there.” You told Michonne. You knew since you had been the one letting off some steam by going out there all week and killing off the bastards. 

Michonne stopped in her step but didn’t answer. You sighed knowing she’d still go out there anyway. Michonne broke her pause and left the house as if you never even caught her. 

You saw no point to leaving the compound today if Michonne was going out there. You knew she needed space just as you do. So, instead you retreated back upstairs and showered. 

Once you had finished, you saw that Judith’s room door was ajar. 

“Dad?” You called out as you pushed the door open further. Rick was stood there holding Judith like you expected. 

He was surprised to see you still at home, he figured you had left Alexandria by now to avoid everyone’s judgemental gaze and your paranoid thoughts. 

You offered to give your baby sister breakfast, and just as she finished is when you heard the trucks pull up outside the gate. 

“Be good.” You warned your sister as you placed her back into her crib before heading outside. 

You kept back, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. 

You felt your hair rise at the sound of the whistle and the shadow approach the gate with a swinging Lucille beside him. 

He was early. 

“Little pig, little pig! Let. Me. In.” Negan rattled on the gate and rested his bat on his shoulder. You felt your stomach flip and your knees go weak. 

Spencer opened the grate but you couldn’t hear what he and Negan were saying. Rick soon intervened anyhow. 

You neared the men when Negan was too busy battering a walkers brains in to notice you. You folded your arms across your chest and cock your head slightly. 

“Hey Rick, you see that? What I just did? That is a service, I mean we almost get turned away at the gate, who is that guy anyway? Do I get mad, do I throw a fit, do I bash some ginger’s dome in? Nope! I just take care of one of these dead pricks that could’ve killed one of y’all.” Negan rolled his hand as he took a bow and you couldn’t help but smile a little at his behaviour. “Service.”

Negan entered Alexandria, handing Lucille to Rick to hold for him. 

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Let It Be Known: Part 2

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Mob Boss Hux x Bakery Shop Owner!Reader

Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.

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Originally posted by domhnall-tonal

Hux watched as Kylo beat Bala Tik. The man’s groans filled the empty warehouse. Hux just stood idly by smoking a cigarette. He knew it was bad for his health, but he couldn’t stop. It was his stress reliever. Despite his cool facade, Hux was stressing on the inside. His little empire was slowly coming apart. All because of a new gang that’s moved into town. Because of this, Hux had his allied gangs try to find intel on the Resistance. He put Bala Tik and the Guavian Death Gang, stupid name, in charge of that. They had failed him as Bala Tik came back with only a few men left. The rest had been captured and, most likely, executed. 

Hux zoned out and pushed the bloody man’s screams far away from him. He thought back on you and your bakery. It was a nice, quaint place. There were home-y couches on places in all parts of the place along with quilts, books, soft cushioned chairs, artwork from local artists. Soft, happy music played in the background. The bakery felt so warm. Something Hux wasn’t used to. He was constantly surrounded by fear, malice, violence, power, and coldness. The bakery was refreshing to him.

“Hux,” Kylo’s voice brought him back to the present. Hux looked up to Kylo, “Orders?”

“Leave him. I’m sure he has enough internal bleeding to kill him off.” 

Kylo kicked the man one last time and followed Hux outside, “You were in a daze. Thinking about that bakery girl again?” Kylo said with a smirk.

“Of course not. I’m in no position to be having distractions.”

“Yet, for the past couple of days, I see you staring off with a small smile on your face.” Kylo slid into the black SUV and Hux followed.

“What are you implying, Ren?”

“Nothing. Maybe, I’m suggesting that you give all this up. Go speak to the baker girl. Go on a date. Fall in love. Get married. Have children. Live a happy, loving life without the fear, the death, the blood, the power-”

“You just want me out of the way so you could be in control!” Hux sneered.

“Perhaps I do, however, as a friend-”

“We aren’t friends, Ren.”

“Fine, as a colleague, I can sense this longing within you. You do want to see her again. Don’t you.”

Hux clenched his leather clad hands, “Perhaps I do. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up all of the hard work I put into this organization just for some simple girl.”

Today was a Monday and your bakery was busy. Business people came in for a quick coffee and bagel. Mothers came in for some doughnuts for their children. College students came in for a double shot espresso and a croissant sandwich. You were hustlin’ and bustlin’ along with your friends, Poe and Rey. They were the ones that convinced you to open up a bakery. And you were so happy they did. The bakery was your life, your home, your happiness. 

“Two chocolate chip muffins and a large coffee to go. You enjoy the rest of your day, Maz!” you gave the older woman her change.

“You as well, Y/N!” Maz said as she walked towards the door. You wiped the sweat off your forehead. It was getting a bit warm in here.

Rey appeared beside you as you began to rearrange pastries and cakes in the display case, “So, Poe told me that he saw Hux come in here last week.”

You nodded as you went back to the kitchen to star working on cupcakes, “Yeah. Kind weird. He looked so out of place. Kinda funny too.”

“He didn’t threaten you or anything?” she asked with a concerned tone.

“Nope. He just came in asking for some blueberry muffins. That’s all.”

“Interesting.” Rey muttered.

You began to measure out the flour and sugar, “Why is that interesting?”

“Well, they say Hux is cruel and demanding.”

You shook your head again, “He was actually kind of sweet.”

Rey scoffed, “Tell me why that’s hard to believe.”

“Don’t listen to what everyone says, Rey. You should meet people first before you form your own opinions on them.”

Rey rolled her eyes at you as she handed you the eggs, “Honestly, Y/N, you’re too sweet-”

“Well, I do work in a bakery-”

“-that sweetness will come back to bite you in the butt someday.”

“It doesn’t hurt to be kind to people. Especially with all that’s happening.”

“Yeah, so you’re being nice to man that’s the cause of what’s going on!”

Before you could defend your side, Poe interrupted your talk with Rey, “Hey, Y/N! A customer is asking for ya at the counter!” Poe called out to you.

“Okay! Be right out!” you yelled back to Poe. You wiped your hands on your apron, “Finish these up for me?”

“Fine. But we aren’t done talking!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You walked out of the kitchen and met with the customer. You looked at Poe to see that he was working on people’s drinks, “Hi! Can I help you?” The customer was a man. He had a grey hoodie on and black Ray Bans sunglasses on. A little bit of ginger hair was sticking ou-wait. Ginger hair?

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you know who I am.” He tried hiding his accent with an American one.

You nodded, “Yeah, uh. Lemme just grab some stuff. You can wait for me outside at the tables there.” You gestured to the side door that led to an outdoor garden patio with tables and chairs. No one was out there since it was still cold outside. You figured he’d want some privacy. Hux nodded and went out to the patio. You grabbed some blueberry muffins and two cups of coffee. 

You set them on the table and sat down. You smiled, “I’m sorry. I’m a bit surprised you own something other than black top designer suits.”

Hux chuckled sounded beautiful, “Yes, well, I tend not to bring these out. People expect me to always be so clean cut, therefore I make sure I am.” Hux took a sip of coffee and hummed, “This is delicious.”

“Thank you,” You watched as he then took a bite from a muffin, “Not to sound rude, but why are you here?” 

Hux swallowed his food and nodded, “Don’t apologize. And if I’m quite honest, I came for some more muffins.”

“Oh,” you were a little disappointed by his response.

Hux smiled as he took notice of that, “And..I wanted to see you again.”

Your eyes lit up, “Really?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry if this is a bit forward, but I’ve become quite..fond of you.”

“Are you sure you’re not just saying that so you could get free blueberry muffins?”

Hux laughed this time and you felt butterflies in your stomach, “I assure you, I am fond of you. You’re charming and not to mention, very easy on the eyes. Plus, your baking is phenomenal.” He took another bite of the muffin and made a moan that could be considered sinful. 

“I must say: I’m rather surprised to see you so soon. I figured you were too busy to even stop by.”

“Quite honestly, I can’t stop thinking about you. I had to see you again.”He avoided looking into up at you. It’s long since he’s done something like this.

You smiled and felt your cheeks heat up a bit, “That’s very kind of you,” You hesitated to say the next words that were on the tip of your tongue. But you said them anyway, “My friends are telling me to stay away from you.”

Hux stopped his chewing and quickly swallowed, “They know I stopped by the other day?”

“My friend, who’s also one of my employees, Poe, saw you come in here that day. He was about to walk in, but he was afraid. So he just watched from across the street and waited.”

Hux nodded, “I assure you, I don’t want to hurt you. People call me an animal, but I’m not.” Hux looked a bit upset when he said that, “Not really. I know compassion and mercy.”

You shook your head, “I never said you were an animal, Hux.” you took a sip from your coffee cup. Your hand rested next to the cup.

By impulse, Hux set his hand on top of yours, “I’d like to get to know you better, Y/N. Have dinner with me?”


Hux softly smiled, “Yes. I’d love it if you accompanied me to dinner. Although, it’d have to be somewhere out of the city. I don’t want anyone to know who I’m involved with. It could be dangerous for you.”

“I understand and…I’d love to have dinner with you.”

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 8

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,400+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 … Part 9 Part 10 

(A/N: All right, so it looks like we’re going to keep the word count here from now on! I especially adored this part, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did while writing it!) 

Originally posted by daiquiriloraine

The next month and a half flew by in one large blur. You spent the majority of the time completely enthralled in your career; planning events, hiring new assistant choreographers, balancing budgets as new additions to the building continued, and patting yourself on the back all along the way. You’d occasionally meet up with friends you’d made outside of YG but all the wondrous responsibilities of adulthood piled themselves on so high to the point that your only free time came after 11pm. It was in these moments that you would instead lie awake for hours, staring into the screen of your television while the rest of the world slept around you.

You’d always found a certain comfort in staying up past 2am with nothing to do. The only thing comparable was dancing. These were the hours that felt as though the globe temporarily stopped spinning. For once, you could lie awake and have absolutely no responsibilities hanging over your head or any people that needed pleasing. Everything outside became quiet, while you were free to bask in moments of self-reflection and peace.

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anonymous asked:

Betty/Jughead long distance keeping in touch while Betty's gone over the summer? Maybe the summer before the show starts or some time in the future.

This became more one-shot than drabble than headcanon’s. And it became angsty. Oops. Enjoy :)

The week before she leaves for her internship, she’s bored. Archie is working everyday and certainly not with her when he’s not and Kevin is spending every chance he gets at the city’s gay bars, trying go get away from his overbearing father. Other than Archie and Kevin, she doesn’t really have friends – no one who would want to spend some quality time with her, at least. At one point, she even went Pop’s to see if Jughead wanted to do something but even he was nowhere to be found, then. So the week before her internship, to get away – so damn far away – from her mother, she went to Pop’s. She spent all day there, actually, feeling like a feminine version of Juggie, knowing her mother wouldn’t dare step foot in this place. Hell, she even sat in Jughead’s booth.

Of course, that ended a few days in, when the door opens with a jingle and Jughead rushes inside, stopping abruptly in front of her when he realizes she’s in the booth he calls his.

“What?” He sputters for a minute with wide eyes as she arches an eyebrow over her coffee and pushes her book’s spine down a bit to mark the page.

“What?” She mimics with a smile as Jughead sits across from her in apprehension.

“What are you doing here?” He eventually asks and she smiles softly, shrugging.

“Had nowhere to go, no one to see.”

“And you came here? To this booth?” She giggles at that, shaking her head.

“Originally, I thought I’d see you, Juggie. But you weren’t around either, so I just borrowed your booth,” she states while watching Jughead’s lips form a smirk. He’s about to respond when Pop himself comes ‘round to the booth and asks for their order – or, as Jughead realizes, more like confirms the order. When he’s gone, Jughead can’t stop himself from looking at Betty before taking his laptop out.

“How ‘bout we share the booth?” He asks, though he knows she wouldn’t have cared either way, especially since she wasn’t walking away. She looks at him in a way that says she knows he knows this, and he can’t help but smile softly. They remain quiet for a while, Jughead tapping on the keys of his laptop and Betty flipping through the pages of her book before eventually, the vibrating of Betty’s phone stirs them out of their stupor, both jumping in surprise. He watches as she looks at her phone before silencing it and he can’t help the arching of his eyebrows at that.

“My mom, trying to talk to me about my internship. Like I’m not already packed and stuff,” Betty scoffs and Jughead frowns.

“When do you leave?”

“The end of the week,” Betty answers, scowling when her phone lights up continuously for the next few minutes.

“And unfortunately, I think I should go so she stops,” Betty states with a small smile just as the food gets there. Her smile turns into a cringe.

“Pop, can I get a to-go bag?” She asks apologetically and Pop nods, disappearing quickly before arriving with said bag.

“I’ll see you later, Juggie,” Betty states and Jughead smiles, not believing for a minute that he will.


But he’s wrong. A day later, he’s back at Pop’s, and she’s back in his booth with a chocolate milkshake – since when did she drink chocolate milkshakes? – and when she notices him, she smiles and waves. He wants to scowl and he wants to ignore her but he know’s that’s rude and he knows she’ll be hurt, so he doesn’t. Instead he walks over and he opens his laptop, orders his food and stares. He doesn’t back down when Betty notices and stares back, not until his food arrives though, a good twenty minutes later.

“Your eyes will go all weird and you’ll be bugheaded’ if ya continue that,” Pops states and Jughead smirks before taking a bite of his food.

“Do you ever do anything throughout the day?” He ends up questioning after eating a good chunk of his burger.

“Do you?” Betty questions back and he tilts his head, saying touché without saying it at all.

“So you haven’t been able to get a hold of Archie, then?” He adds with a quirk of his eyebrow, noticing how pretty she looks when she flushes red and briefly wondering how far down her blush goes. He stops himself from continuing those thoughts though, knowing if he did, he’d only be in for heartache.

He doesn’t know what else he could say so instead, he continues to attempt to write something – preferably, something not about the female in front of him – as she continues to read. The day passes by slowly, and Jughead realizes he doesn’t mind, not when he’d been spending it with her. They talk a few times, for a little while, but it’s mostly silent, just like the day before.

“How about I walk you home?” He asks at the end of the night, and he can see her enough to know she’s pleasantly surprised. They take the long way back to her house and when they arrive, he waves goodbye slowly, the urge to kiss her overwhelming. Not once does he think about the fact that Archie is next door, and they need to plan their trip.


The next day is the day before she leaves and Jughead is surprised to find himself saddened by the thought of being alone. He’s at Pop’s pretty much the moment it opens and he’s surprised to see that she’s there too. He let’s out a grin, thankful when she sends one back before claiming their booth. Unlike the other two days, they begin talking immediately, and they talk the entire time they’re there. They order food throughout, and Pop’s always hand delivers it with a smile on his face, and Jughead wonders what the smile means before he’s back to focusing on Betty. The two continue to talk before the day is over and just like the previous day, Jughead walks her home. When they get there though–

“We should exchange numbers,” Betty states and Jughead looks at her in awe before nodding.

“Because, Juggie, I don’t want to go a long time without talking to you again,” she adds and Jughead nods, more sincere than previously before they exchange numbers.

“I’ll see you la– when school starts,” Jughead states, a frog in his throat as Betty nods and turns around to enter her home. Before she can enter her home completely though, her arms are around him and his arms are around her waist, and he doesn’t want to let her go.

“We’ll text. And call. You’ll hear from me,” he whispers and he hears her sniffle, and he pulls away.


Jughead; June 26th; 3:30P - Pop’s is really boring without you. How’s the internship?

Betty; June 26th; 3:34P - Busy! And there’s nothing remotely like a Pop’s here :(

Jughead; June 26th; 3:40P - Shame. How else are you going to possibly remember me?

Betty; June 26th; 3:45P - I s’pose my dreams will have to do

Jughead; June 26th; 4:05P - Sounds …. Fun.

Betty; June 26th; 4:15P - Definitely is.

Betty; June 26th; 4:18P - Crap, I gotta run. Bye, Juggie.

Betty; June 28th; 3:00P - My boss is a hard ass.

Jughead; June 28th; 3:15P - Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll be thankful after.

Betty; June 28th; 3:45P - Let’s not remind me of that.
Jughead; June 28th; 4:15P  -  But it’s so fun.

Betty; June 28th; 5:00P - Finally, freedom! If you were me where would you go?

Jughead; June 28th; 5:03P - Home :)

Betty; June 28th; 5:06P - Anywhere else that’s not in Riverdale?

Jughead; June 28th; 5:11P - Nope.

Betty; June 28th; 5:15P - You’re no help.

Jughead; June 28th; 5:25P - Sorry? I really wanted to answer, ‘to me’ but I didn’t know if that would go over well.

Betty; June 28th; 5:45P - I wish I could go to you. I miss you.

Jughead; June 28th; 6:00P - Same.

Jughead; June 29th; 2:15A - I can’t sleep.

Betty; June 29th; 2:25A - so you wake me up?

Jughead; June 29th; 2:27A - yes.

Betty; June 29th; 2:30A - rude.

Jughead; June 29th; 2:33A - I try

Jughead; June 29th; 2:43A - you fell back to sleep didn’t you?

Jughead; June 29th; 2:53A - damn you, woman.

Betty; June 29th; 11:45P - hehe, sorry. Today was busy though.

Jughead; June 29th; 11:55P - same. Finally sorted plans with Archie about our roadtrip. But I’m exhausted.

Betty; June 29th; 11:59P - Night, Jug.

Jughead; July 3rd; 3:45P - asshole cancelled our road trip! Said something last minute came up!

Jughead; July 3rd; 4:23P - have you heard from him lately?

Betty; July 3rd; 5:12P - No. That is weird though.

Betty; July 3rd; 5:17P - Wanna talk about it?

Jughead; July 3rd; 5:31P - Nah. But thanks.

Jughead; July 4th; 8:30A - Jason Blossom is dead.

Jughead; July 4th; 8:33A - drowned in the lake.

Jughead; July 4th; 8:45A - something’s not right.

Betty; July 4th; 9:10A - oh no!

Betty; July 9th; I miss you.

Jughead; July 11th; I miss you too.

Betty; July 13th; I think I miss you more than I miss Archie.

Jughead - July 15th; I think I would like that.

Jughead - July 17th; I hate our texts are getting sporadic.

Jughead - July 21st; Betty? Haven’t heard from you in a while, everything ok?

Jughead - July 24th; Bets? Betty? Betty-bo-boop?

Jughead - July 27th; Okay. I’ll uh, see you around.


He puts his phone down with a sigh, runs his fingers through his hair and frowns. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, but he was right. He set himself straight up for heartache.

Fuck, he whispers to himself.

sign of the times (a riley matthews fic)

But she swallows the tightness in her throat, forces a small smile on her face and hangs up the graduation picture of her and her friends above her desk. Her heart tugs as she thinks of them all, scattered across the country. All off to find their own destinies. Her fingers ghost over her ribcage, the galaxy etched into her skin burning at the thought of them all. The pride that she often feels when she thinks of her friends comes crashing onto her like an ocean wave.

She ignores the bitter feeling of loneliness that follows it only moments later.

Chapter: 2 (Girl Meets The Winter Chill) 
Previous Chapters: 1 
Ships: Riley/Lucas (main romantic pairing), platonic Riley/Clique Six, Riley/Charlie, Riley/Dave & Riley/Asher 
Word Count: 8,000+ 

Notes: Firstly, I apologize that this took two weeks to update, I had a lot of work to do and then was suffering some writers block, but hopefully the wait was worth it and you enjoy this chapter! As always, thank you to @friarlucas for being my biggest cheerleader and practically bullying me through writing this and also making sure to ensure me that it doesn’t suck. Please let me know what you think and hopefully chapter 3 will come much faster! 

Christmas had always been Riley’s favorite holiday, by far.

The decorations, the music, the food, just everything about it had always been something she looked forward to year after year. This holiday season was no exception. Despite all the weird feelings that were still lingering since her last trip home, nothing could dwindle the excitement that she was feeling.

Her excitement had only been heightened this year when the morning after her return home, her mom and dad had told her that they were leaving decorating completely up to her this year. Riley supposed that they felt bad about still being at work and Auggie still being in school for about another two weeks before they would be able to join in on the festivities, so they wanted to give her something to keep her busy. She certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“Are you sure that you’ll be able to fit a tree this big into your living room? I’ve been in that living room more times than I can count and I don’t know if it’s big enough to fit a tree this size.” Lucas skeptically asked her, the Friday after her return home, as they stood in the local Christmas tree lot. Riley was examining a rather large tree, with a lot of branches that was probably a good head taller than Lucas was. Truthfully, Lucas was probably right, but Riley wanted these decorations to be perfect, and the perfect tree was the most important part.

“It’ll be fine. I think.” She replied, bending down and testing the sturdiness of the lower branches. The Matthews family had acquired quite a bit of ornaments over the years, and Riley wanted to make sure that all of them would be able to be displayed this year.

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Purple Part Eight | Taehyung, You

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Why do you have to be different?

​​​​​​​The lake became their ‘spot’, they met each other there almost once a week. Their lives became busy again, Taehyung having to finish his final copy of his part one for his thesis, Tori having to study pretty hard in order to ace her exams (she decided she should try harder this time round considering she was dating the smartest kid in her class) and apart from that Taehyung would often go to the library or to the gym – and only ever during dusk – while Tori would be at the mall with friends or working her part time job at the grocery store.

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Tear and Tangle - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Val spent the following week avoiding Sharna as much as possible. Unfortunately, he realized too late, this probably just made everything worse. Sharna didn’t know anything unusual was going on. By avoiding her, he probably only made her more suspicious. When Sunday morning arrived, he hadn’t even asked her about hanging out that night. He hoped his confusing feelings would start to fade if he spent less time with her.

When she found him late Sunday afternoon, he quickly realized this was not the case. The first thing he noticed was her smile and he suddenly felt light-headed.

Get it together, he told himself as she walked up to him.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all week,” she said with that smile. “Where have you been hiding?”

“We’ve just been busy,” Val said with a shrug. “How’s your week been?”

“A little overwhelming, but I think we’re ready. I was worried about doing jitterbug just for me to have to teach it, but it’s so perfect for James. He’s great.”

“I’m sure,” Val said, doing his best to not sound awkward.

“So, tonight?” Sharna continued, sitting down next to Val. “I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing.”

“My place,” she told him, ignoring his comment. “Dinner? A movie? Just us.”

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Another Chance - Ch. 2

Read Ch. 1 here

A/N: This chapter is from Keith’s POV, except for a brief bit of pining!Lance in the middle. The italicized parts are flashbacks, and yes they’re in present tense. That’s to differentiate them from the past tense of the rest of the story. Hope you enjoy this!

Keith has a mild panic attack in this chapter, but the chapter is still pretty fluffy.

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