this has been sitting in my drafts for so freaking long

“Baby Stark”

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: After returning to New York, Tony is greeted with surprising news that has potential to change his life.

A/N: another one from draft-purgatory. lol i’ve never written for tony stark, and i i struggle to capture his swaggering tone. however, but i thought it would be fun to write for a slightly softer tony stark.

His elbows resting on the metal railing surrounding the large helicopter landing pad, Tony Stark skims his eyes over the beautiful aerial view of Manhattan. A relaxed smile perks onto his lips as the familiar clamor of the concrete jungle sinks in. “It’s good to be back,” he hums to himself, taking in the majestic view carved around the Avengers Tower.

After rapping his knuckles against the metal railing, Tony saunters down the glass walkway leading into the tower, the eery silence reminding him that everyone is on a mission. He’s about to greet F.R.I.D.A.Y. when a smile enters his view, one that he isn’t expecting.

She sits on the counter of the bar, her legs elegantly crossed despite the restrictive nature of her pencil skirt. The sunlight streams into the room through the glass windows, creating a natural glow about her. A coy smile perks onto her lips as Tony’s drinks her in, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as his eyes dance up her legs and body. She’s the most alluring girl he’d ever seen -he’d thought so two years ago when they first met, and he still thinks so now- and it’s one of the many reasons why he’s infatuated with her.

“I thought I told you not to wait for me,” He grins, glad that she ignored his request.

“I couldn’t wait until dinner, and I wanted to be here when you arrived. Is that such a crime?” (Y/N) hops off the counter and saunters towards him. She cups his cheek in a way that makes Tony feel like he’s the only person in the world.

“Well, counselor, I recommend -” His words are cut off as (Y/N) yanks the lapels of his jacket to bring his face towards her for a kiss. Tony laughs against her lips, but the laugh quickly gets drowned out by a rough growl as she lightly bites his lower lip. A smile creeps in around the edges of her kiss as she slides her hands down his muscular back. A nip of teeth, a glide of tongue, and she easily has him under her spell.

It’s only a matter of time when the need for oxygen brings the kiss to an end. Tony gently knocks his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to always bring up a counterargument, because baby, I could get used to that,” he drawls.

(Y/N) laughs, a devilish glint lighting up her eyes. “Welcome back to New York, Mr. Stark. It’s been a while.” Her hand dangerously inch south as she brings his ear to her lips. “That was a little preview of what’s going to happen tonight.”

He feigns exasperation as (Y/N) playfully smacks his ass but twirls out of his arms before he can do anything. A low noise escapes his throat as she shoots him a sexy smile over her shoulder while kicking off her “ball-busting stilettos”, as she calls them.

Tony leans against the wall and watches (Y/N)’s shadow dance in the glow of the sun. Two years into the relationship, and he still gets butterflies. His fun, beautiful girlfriend, the skyline of the most magical city in America, wonderful weather - his life is perfect and Tony wishes it would stay this way for a long time.

“As much as I love pencil skirts, I need to change,” (Y/N) announces. “I have workout pants in my bag, but could I borrow a shirt or sweater?”

“Baby, at this point, you’ve stolen over half of my comfortable clothes. Why do you even bother asking?”

(Y/N) smirks and plants a kiss on his cheek before sashaying towards the door of Tony’s private apartment. Before she opens the door, she turns to him. “T, I have something to tell you.“

"Mmhmm,” Tony hums, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

“I probably should have told you, but I was kind of scared of how you would react. I thought it would be wise to tell you when you were back in New York.” She hesitates for a bit, her fingertips drumming against the doorframe. “Promise not to freak?” she asks, a slightly icy look glazing her eyes.

A small alarm rings in his head, but Tony maintains a calm expression. “I promise. Did you max out my credit card?” he jokes.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes but relaxes a bit, which pleases Tony. “No, and I never will.”

“My wallet thanks you, baby. But what’s up?”

“Tony.” She swallows. “How do you feel about becoming a dad?”

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Mija  // Jeff Atkins

A/N: This took me forever, and it’s long as hell. Word count is like 2K.

Named after: The fact that I thought it was mad cute.

It had been eleven days since his parents caught you in the middle of…almost sex. Eleven days, and yes you were counting. Eleven days of hugs, hand holding, and everything else that just friends do. Eleven days of nothing. Eleven days since Jeff had at least, kissed you.

It was frustrating, mentally and sexually, the way he was treating you. He made you feel like you had the same sex appeal as the sweaty socks on his feet.

 That’s not to say you didn’t try talking to him about it. You tried on day three, and he brushed it off, as though you made it up in your head.

You stood next to the trunk of Jeff’s car, post-baseball practice, as he was taking off his cleats. He set his slides on the gravel in front of him and leaned back into your ride home.

“Jeff… ” you whined.

He paused for a moment, turning at your tone of voice. “What’s up babe?”

“Is there a reason we haven’t done anything since…you know” you bite your lip looking up at him, nervous for honestly whatever he was going to say.

 "What do you mean?“ He answers, his voice wavers and he turns back to his shoes immediately. More focused on untying his laces than on telling you why he’s suddenly acting like he’s considering becoming a priest.

 At least if he told you he was planning on becoming a man of the cloth you’d understand what was going on. Instead, it feels like…like he doesn’t even care like he’s not into you anymore. And that in itself scares the shit out of you.

 He’s not even looking in your general direction when you prompt him again,

“We haven’t even kissed-”

 The sound of his cleats hitting one another is enough to stop whatever you were going to say. Jeff continues along, clouding out the sound of your voice. As if he was going to die if he didn’t get the dirt off his cleats at that very moment.

 "Yes, we have.“ He asserts, his eyes still on the Nike swish.

 You roll your eyes at him, moving in front of your boyfriend. You grab his wrists to stop the clatter of his shoe wear. “When.” You ask, doing your best to try and make him listen to you.

 He huffs briefly, avoiding your face. “I don’t- I don’t know…listen, I have a test on Thursday and it’s freaking me out a bit so can we just talk about this later?”

 "C’mon…” you start.

 His head tilts to the side, his eyes finally meet yours and his shoulders drop. You knew in your gut the conversation was not going to fall in your favor.

 "Please?“ He enunciates. “Just let me get through this test”

 He pouts and you’re glad he at least still remembers how to make you agree to whatever he wants because you’re nodding. Letting go of his wrists and getting into the passenger seat.

Jeff got through the test, as well as a bunch of other excuses. He was stressed. He had a big game. He wasn’t in the mood.

 You tried again, today, on day twelve, but this time in front of his friends. You knew Jeff was a leader, and despite being apart of the jocks he didn’t really care what they thought. But you were desperate that the social setting it might just make a change.

 You were standing with the whole crew of them, Foley, Dempsey, De La Cruz, and a few more of the football and soccer players. Jeff’s arm was around your waist as you were talking to Justin about the chapters you both didn’t read for English class.

 The bell rang and you knew Jeff had lunch while you had the said class. You turned to him letting him know you had to go, hopeful he would kiss you like he normally did before saying bye. Instead, he nodded at you, with a nonchalant, “I’ll see you after school?” before returning to his conversation with Monty.

 You take a step back out of his grasp and didn’t answer. Jeff turns his head, waiting for your response only to see you fall into step with Justin who’s trying his best to act like he didn’t notice. It’s silent for a few seconds as you turn the corner.

 As you make your way down the hall, Justin bumps into you playfully. “I’m sure he’s just tired.” He offers, trying to dull the blow to your ego.

 "Now cheer up, I need someone to make fun of Mr.K with.“

“Wait they walked in?!” Clay earns himself a ‘shh’ from the librarian with his outburst.

“Yeah! And my dad leaves, but my mom is just standing there, telling me I have to talk to my grandmother in Puerto Rico right then and there!”

 "Wow…that sucks.“ The shy boy offers back.

 What started out as a tutoring session in the library after school with Clay, somehow spiraled into what Jeff considered the most awkward situation he’s ever been in.

 "And then! After Y/N leaves, my mom comes back into my room to sit me down and have ‘the talk’.”

 Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose and Clay is trying his best not to laugh. Truth be told he finds the whole thing hilarious. Jeff, let me change your dollar valentine to get girls Jeff, the founding fathers smoked weed Jeff, the boy who still has girls ready to drop everything for him to so much as look in their direction Jeff, is…embarrassed.

 Clay bites his tongue to hold back just how funny he thought this was and instead says, “I feel like you’re a little too old for the talk”

 Jeff nods eagerly.

 "Yeah, no. This wasn’t the birds and the bees talk, this was the ‘are you prepared to be a dad’ talk!“ he’s whisper yelling now, and trying to keep his voice down.

“Mamá, no necesitamos tener esta charla” he pleads to the woman sitting in his desk chair.

 “Mijo ni siquiera has escuchado lo que tengo que decir” she says, laughing at her son.

 “No te gusta ella” Jeff assumes.

 “Eres como tu abuela, más que dramática…I love Y/N, she’s family. Mija. I just want you to be careful. What happens if she gets pregnant?”

 “We are careful, trust me, Mamá. Is that all?”

 She laughs, her son redder than the time he swung and missed at his first tee-ball game.

 Nodding watching him as she gets up, she calls out to him as she leaves the room. “Y no cuando estamos en casa. Por favor.”

 Jeff groans loudly, as he falls back onto his bead, “Yes, yeah I got it”.

“The worst part?” he prompts the boy.

 Clay nods eagerly, trying to wipe the smug grin off of his face.

 "Now, every time I want to do anything with Y/N, I literally cannot not see my mom’s face.“ Jeff deadpans. He finally looks at Clay long enough to realize that his tutor thinks this is funny.

 "I’m glad you think this is a joke, Jensen”

 Clay let’s out just a piece of his laugh now, and Jeff slumps back into his seat way past annoyed.

 "I’m-“ Clay lets out another chuckle, "I’m sorry man, it’s pretty funny”

 "Great, now can you help me? Y/N’s fucking pissed at me. You should’ve seen her face today…“

 Jeff knows his strengths, baseball and girls, and his weaknesses, school, and you. He’s appealing to his highest power of sensitivity and awkward charm.

 "Poor Jeff. His girlfriend wants to have sex with him. Let’s make a go fund me for all your troubles.” Clay says in his best jock voice.

 "You’re the worst, you know that?“

 "I love you too, Mijo.” The smaller boy makes kissy faces at the jock and Jeff throws the first few drafts of his essay at Clay.

 “You’re Jeff Atkins. Right?” Clay asks rhetorically.

 Jeff nods, rolling his eyes. It’s the dumbest shit he’s ever heard and he knows Clay is pulling this Dumbledore wisdom straight out of his ass.

 “So put on your big boy pants, and act like it.”

 There’s a silence that settles between the boys as Jeff takes in what Clay said.

 “Now listen, I need your help. I think Hannah and I are going to…you know” the smaller boy whispers.

“So he hasn’t done anything?”

You were leaning on Hannah’s locker, waiting for Jeff to be finished his tutoring session, filling her in on everything that had happened in the past eleven days.


 "Wow…” she mumbles, mostly to herself.

 "Yeah, and he told me his mom talked to him about it…and it’s only gotten worse. I swear he’s going to break up with me.“

 The last part of your sentence pours out of you involuntarily, as your head hits the locker right next to Hannah’s.

 "He’s not going to break up with you.” she says, as comforting as she can.

 "You don’t know that!“

 She sighs, rolling her eyes as she looks at you.

 "Just get him a little…worked up. If he turns you down, you know. But I’d bet you ten bucks he won’t.”

 "I’m not making a bet about whether or not my boyfriend will have sex with me or not. That’s just sad.“

 "Fine. All I’m saying is, maybe instead of using your words, you should maybe give him some action. Pun intended.”

 You sigh staring at the smirk on Hannah’s face.

 "My parents are…out of town this week.“

 You can’t believe you’re agreeing to what Hannah was implying. Jeff was normally the dominant one in your sex life. Sure you were on top sometimes but he was the one with the experience. He was your first.

 "Even better! We’ll stop by the mall today, we can go shopping” her voice rising a couple octaves. “You can pick out whatever you think will get him going.”

 You raise your eyebrow, suspiciously. You knew she had work.

 "Fine, I was going anyways. I already took off work. I want to look good for me and Clays first time. Sue me.“ she throws in casually.

You walk into the library, Hannah right behind you trying to find both of your boys. You spot them at a table whispering frantically at one another.

 “Mijo!” Hannah starts a smile wide on her face.

 Jeff sighs, shaking his head. “You told her?” he questions.

 You turn instead to Clay as you lean over the table. “Clay, did he tell you?” Clay’s mouth drops trying to form a response, his hands gesturing to nothing in particular. “I thought so”, you concluded.

 Jeff rolls his eyes, clearing his throat. “Fine. Fine, we’re almost done, babe, right, tattle tale?” he asks looking back to Clay. Clay rolls his eyes at the name while nodding in agreement.

 “Actually, Hannah and I are…going to the mall. My house at 10 though. Don’t be late.”  You say to your boyfriend. Jeff knows your parents aren’t home this week. He’d been avoiding it for the past few days. “Actually- I kinda had plans with Clay-” Jeff improvs. “10. Atkins. I’m serious”.

 Jeff is looking at Clay like he was a lifeline. The boy smiles back at him, almost to taunt him. “Yeah mijo, go with her. Hannah and I kinda had plans.” He repeats Jeff’s words and now the baseball player may have to actually kick his ass.

Hannah laughs and you smile at Clay graciously, kiss your boyfriend’s cheek and make your way out. Hannah high fiving once you get out of the school doors.

It was 10 on the dot when the doorbell rang to your house.

Shance Yoga Teacher au

Yes, friends, this au is 100% what you’re thinking. FLEXIBLE AF LANCE AND THIRSTY AF SHIRO

  • Starting with a bit of angst. Shiro is an ex marine (I will NEVER let go of this hc in my modern aus deal with it), who lost his hand (hand. not entire arm. just the hand) in battle. This au isn’t far in the future, so there are no fancy advanced prosthetics. The healing process was long and painful, not to mention extremely emotionally and mentally taxing.
  • Once he he’s actually healthy enough, both mentally and physically, to have enough energy for things other than treatment, the first thing he wants to do is to try and build more muscle mass, like he used to have. He liked being buff, and he still is, but less than he used to be. Both he and his therapist think it’ll be good for strengthening his positive body image, too.
  • Shiro asks his doctor (Allura) what form of exercise can she recommend at this stage, and she says Yoga. He’s skeptical at first, but what can he already lose if he goes to one session, right?
  • The hospital actually holds a class for patients, and Allura said the instructor is well experienced with amputees (amongst other conditions).
  • Shiro’s brain for the entire first minute upon meeting Lance: OH NO HE’S HOT THIS WAS A MISTAKE
  • No backing out tho he’s already been spotted and Lance is questioning him about his exact conditions so he can know best what he can safely instruct him to do and what he can’t.
  • Shiro’s brain continues to die the entire time, but he manages some answers anyway. Finally, Lance has enough, plus the rest of the group arrives and the session starts.
  • First, there’s breathing exercises. Easy enough, right?
  • Lance tells them to close their eyes, but whenever Shiro does, he the only thing he has left to focus on is Lance’s voice (which is the point) and he gets super flustered because it’s so smooth? and pleasant? and kinda sexy?? and he can’t help but want that voice to whisper to him sensually and- NOPE, gotta open his eyes.
  • The rest of the class is a little harder, for two major reasons.
  • For once, the exercises are actually more demanding than he expected. He always thought he was pretty stretchy, but heavens, is a human body even supposed to bend this far?
  • Which brings us to the next difficulty. Lance’s body is more than capable of bending that far, and it’s driving him insane.
  • Despite how stressful it was trying not to stare at his ass too much and generally not turn into a tomato, the session was actually… really great. Shiro feels better when he walks out, more relaxed somehow, even though his heart still speeds up when he remembers Lance doing that one pose.
  • Lance asks him to hang back for a moment to talk to him and Shiro is all Oh No He Noticed Me Staring but nope. Lance just wanted to ask how he feels and if anything made his arm hurt really bad etc. He also excessively complimented his natural flexibility, saying he’ll be able to do “all sorts of things” soon enough. Shiro is really unsure, but it almost seems like Lance smirked while saying that? Nah, he must be just imagining things because of his developing crush.
  • The next few sessions aren’t very different. Supposedly, anyway. After basing his level and current capabilities, Lance decided that Shiro could use more personal guidance, including LOTS of touching to correct his pose. Lance, being a professional, always asks for permission to touch him first, which somehow only makes it that much worse, because Shiro wants Lance to touch him. So so bad. Shiro is literally dying. These pants are tight and they will not hide a boner. He’s suffering. Someone help him.
  • There’s no help, and Poor Shiro has to constantly deal with gentle touches and low purrs because god forbid anyone makes a loud noise in the middle of yoga class. It goes on for a couple of weeks until one day he gets a most peculiar text from Lance.
  • (They exchanged numbers because Shiro wanted to add a third yoga session to his weekly schedule but the hospital only held the classes twice a week, and Lance gives him his number in case he has any questions. Of course, barely any Yoga advice was exchanged. )
  • Lance’s text: Uggghhh I can’t do this anymore! Allura, I know he’s your patient and all and he’s “”“"healing”“”“ and stuff but I can’t hold back anymore I just can’t. He’s too hot. I know I promised to hold back BUT THIS IS IT I’M ASKING HIM OUT
  • Shaking, Shiro texts back, asking who Lance is talking about.
  • Lance doesn’t text back for like half an hour and Shiro starts seriously freaking out when he gets a long ass text from Lance, where he apologizes for being so unprofessional and confessing his crush etc.
  • Shiro could almost cry from relief, because a few minutes ago he thought he might’ve lost all chances with Lance but now… He has more than a slight chance. He calls Lance and confesses his own crush and they both laugh and maybe it’s a little awkward because what do you even say in a situation like this but eventually they manage to schedule a date.
  • They take it slow, let things develop naturally. Lance gives Shiro all the time and space he needs, since it’s the first time he’s tried dating since he lost his hand. Takes a little trial and error, but one day, a few months later, Shiro finds out just how far Lance can bend.
The Stranger

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst. Hella Angst.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Everything is fine until you start seeing a strange boy everywhere you go.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The first time you see him, you are trying to park your car. You’re late to an appointment and the parking lot is full, leaving you with no choice but to park on the street. Parallel parking is not something you’re fond of, especially when you’re on a busy road in the middle of town and handfuls of people are walking up and down the sidewalk, watching you struggle and laughing at your misfortune.

You spot him right away. He’s an eyesore among the crowd, the only one not dressed for the weather and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to look so comfortable with snow gathering in his hair. The sight of him is so interesting that you can’t help but stare. You momentarily forget about the task at hand because you’re so caught up in watching this stranger walk toward you that you don’t even notice you’ve backed up too far until you feel your car bump against the one behind you.

Panic sets in immediately and you tear your eyes away from the stranger to look and see if anyone else has noticed. Out of all the people on the street, very few have even glanced in your direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inch your car up just a bit and reach down to put it in park.

When you look up, the stranger is standing in the center of the sidewalk staring right at you, eyebrows raised, sly smile on his face. You’re not sure what causes you to react so quickly, but you throw the gear shift into drive and speed out of your parking spot like a bat out of hell, appointment be damned.

You take a moment to glance out of the passenger side mirror and it alarms you to realize that the stranger is still standing there, smiling fondly as you leave.

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One Dark. One Light. - Jughead Jones x Reader

Okay so imagine the show with a few twists. This is before and kind of just after Veronica arrived also, Jughead does get on a bus that night.

A little angsty and a little crappy - warning slight swearing 


Originally posted by farous

Jughead and (y/n). The two weirdos of the English class. One dark, one light, both mysterious. There was rarely one without the other. You knew most things about Jughead and he know most things about you. One thing you would never tell him was that you were suffering, bad. You hated school, you hated all the people except Jughead and they all hated you. But Jughead had his own problems, he didn’t need to worry about you. 

Once again you were going through your locker when the goddamn cheerleaders decided to poke and prod at you about your ‘pathetic’ bitchy life with 'Donnie Darko’ when you snapped turning quickly and screaming, 

“Do you want to back the hell away from me? You call me a fucking bitch, with no self respect for being friends with an amazing person. You hypocritical sluts!” Cheryl went to slap you but someone’s hand stopped it, 

“Back off, Cheryl.” Jughead warned, grabbing you hand and puling you away. 

“What the hell was that, (y/n)?” he asked, pulling you into the empty common room and closing the door. “How long have they been like that to you?”

“Since grade school? It’s not just them its everyone. It’s nothing.”

“What do you mean its everyone?” You sighed as you finally had to tell him, 

“Before you, I was the 'Wednesday Addams’. I was the geek freak with no friends.”

“What, why?” the longer you drew it out the more frustrated he became,

“Do you think I wanted to be hated?” you asked, “I have tried my damn hardest to be liked my whole life - to fit in and live up to peoples expectations but no, no matter what I did people would be mean, so, so mean and then once I tried to stick up for myself, I became the bitch of the school - over Cheryl Blossom. I’m a lot darker than you think I am, Jughead.” You sighed and sat down heavily, fiddling with your hands, “I would be called the most horrible names and people would do the most horrible things but I would have to hold my head up high and carry on. I wasn’t allowed to be upset and all because of my new found 'reputation’. I wasn’t allowed to be affected but people would be allowed to treat me however they wanted, but couldn’t take the things they said to me themselves if I stood up for myself.” You started crying angrily, your cheeks going hot. Jughead remained sitting, taking his beanie off for a moment and running his hand through his hair listening,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this. We’ve known each other for years. This has been happening all this time, and you didn’t tell me?”

 "You think you were the only sad, hard-shelled outcast? Think again, Jughead" you had stopped your angry tears now but you were still seething, “I hate my life, Jughead. I want nothing more than to leave here and never see these people again - begin again and forget everything.”

“Forget me?” he asked, speaking quietly, 

“I have tried so hard to be happy here Jug, but I can’t.” You paused for a moment debating whether to tell him, “My parents have found good jobs in Washington, and an affordable house. They have started looking at schools and I think I am going to like it there." 

"No, (y/n), you’re not leaving - you can’t!" 

"I have to Jug. I want to, besides my parents don’t think Riverdale is safe anymore. They want a change and I think it will be good for us. A new start for all of us." 

"But Washington DC, (y/n)! That’s across the country!” He had stood up and was shouting, pacing the room, “I will never see you again,” He said getting quieter, “but you don’t care about that, do you?” he commented, pointed at you accusingly, “you don’t care about anyone other than yourself.” your face remained stoic, you were so used to the abuse, to being accused, you had no reaction to it. Your sensitivity had been bullied out of you, 

“No apparently not,” You said flatly, "but again, that’s my fault.” You stood, taking your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, “Goodbye, Jughead.” With that you left, allowing him to watch you walk away. 

That was the last time he spoke to you. He saw you around school and in English class but you never visited Pop’s again, he still kept your spot open just incase you happened to show. 

When you stopped coming to school he didn’t think it was true. When your place next to him in English class was filled by a new girl, he didn’t want to believe it. When your spot in Pop’s was taken by this 'Veronica’ new girl, he couldn’t take it. When the others let Veronica sit in your place he stood abruptly and left, ignoring the others questions. 

Jughead couldn’t get over the fact you had left. He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t say that you left without goodbye because you did. It was him that let you go. It was him that finalised your decision to leave. He was the one who, when pent up with anger and frustration as his heart broke, accused you of something that wasn’t your fault and made you leave, but he didn’t want to believe it. 

He still expected an email with the latest draft of whatever you were writing, but nothing came. He waited for a text asking for study help over burgers and a milkshake but nothing came. He waited for your window to open every night for him but a moving van came and some other couple moved in, it was no longer your house, your room, your window. The room where you and him used to write and joke and where, when slightly tipsy one night, you first kissed. Where you slept beside each other, entwined together. It was the safest either of you had ever felt but the two of you never managed to speak of it again because you never came back. 

*Months Later* 

His dad was a murderer. You had been gone for months and his friends had been snooping around in his dads life and his.

Leaning his head against the glass of the telephone booth, he wondered what he would do. His mother didn’t want him, his father was a murderer. There was only one place he could go. 

“I’ve changed my mind about Ohio, when’s your next bus to DC?” he felt a little sick as he asked - this was all he had left to do. 

“Tomorrow at 5am.” She stamped his ticket and he clutched it, this was it. He left as the doors shut behind him.

He had spent hours on that coach, his phone on 10% and no idea where the hell he was in a city that wasn’t his. He had seen your new school on your Facebook and it was about the only thing he had about you now so that’s where he went. Sitting outside with nothing but his rucksack and a dead phone waiting for you to finish. 

4pm and everyone had come out except you, his heart and face dropping as people dispersed and left him alone, again. He turned to leave when he heard it, 

“Jughead?” you shouted, recognising his beanie, “Jughead what the hell?” you screamed running at him and leaping at him hugging him, “You’re in Washington?” 

“Life in Riverdale isn’t for me without you.” he smiled at you, “We need to talk.” you looked concerned as you lead him to a bench and sat with him as he explained everything, 

“I’m sorry, Jughead.” 

“Why are you apologising?”

“I shouldn’t have left like I did,” you looked down upset, “I have regretted it ever since.”

“Which bit did you regret?” 

“Never telling you I loved you.” you both sat in silence looking into each others eyes,

“Me neither.” he murmured and leaned into you kissing your lips again softly, all them memories of your house, your room, climbing though your window came back and he leaned further into you before you pulled away,

“Come with me, to my house. You’ll need somewhere to stay as we figure everything out.” You stood but he remains seated for a moment, his eyes glassy, 

“Thank you, (y/n).” your name on his lips again made you melt at the broken boy you loved as you reached your hand out to him, pulling I’m up and not letting go as you walked towards your bus stop and finally, you had your home back. 

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gajevy-trainwreck  asked:

Ohhh could you do one where the RFA + V + Saeran switch bodies with MC for a day please? I really enjoy your writing! :D

Sorry for the delay with this one! This submit has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I apologize. There’s been a series of mishaps, such as me finally finishing this imagine and my internet shutting off. Or my drafts just magically not saving. All of which sucks because this request is so fun!^^

I also apologize if this is too long for your liking.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it~!


  • you woke up cuddling with zen in his bed
  • you were the big spoon???? how is he fit so snuggly against you like this??? Why he so smol???
  • your eyes open in panic
  • “WHY AM I CUDDLING ME” you scream “WHY IS MY VOICE SO DEEP” you scream again
  • the MC that you were snuggling with opens their eyes in panic when they hear you scream
  • “WHY ARE YOU ME?” they scream, then clamp their hands around their own mouth once they hear their own voice
  • You get up and run to the bathroom to look in the mirror
  • White hair, red eyes, gorgeous looks
  • “I’M ZEN!” you yell
  • you hear running and suddenly the MC from before is right next to you, also staring into the mirror
  • “I’M MC!” they yell
  • you both look at eachother “I’M YOU!”
  • *cue panicking in the bathroom for like 2 hours*
  • when you both finally calm down, you’re sitting on the floor with your backs pressed up against the walls
  • MC/Zen speaks up first, “MC?”
  • “Yeah, Zen?”
  • “Can I just say that you look absolutely beautiful today?” He winks.
  • You giggle, “Oh thank you! I’ve been working out!” You lift your/his shirt up to show off your/his toned abs.
  • You spend the next hour making jokes of the similar caliber
  • While laughing, you go to run your hands through your/his hair and are greeted with a long silky ponytail
  • A devious smirk crosses your face as you think of a joke
  • “Zen?”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “What would you do if I were to…” You slowly stand up. He/you looks uneasy.
  • “…cUT OFF YOUR PONYTAIL” you take off running toward the kitchen where you know a pair of scissors is
  • he’s screaming pleads and chasing you


  • baby wakes up next to your warm body and decides to go make breakfast for the both of you
  • he goes in the kitchen and makes omurice (which i highly recommend that shit is GOOD)
  • once it is plated he sets the two dishes onto the counter and goes to wake you up
  • the other Yoosung stirs and slowly wakes up
  • they make eye contact
  • and sCREAM
  • “ARE YOU ME??”
  • Both confused. both screaming. both end up hugging each other for comfort.
  • while crying he gets a glance of himself in the bedside mirror
  • he sniffles “Oh…I’m so cute…”
  • “Me too!” you dramatically cry.
  • “Thanks, honey.”
  • “Thank you too, honey.”
  • you calm down and try to make it through the day
  • the blind belief that this will all be sorted out in the morning was the only thing driving you
  • thank the stars that it was a weekend and neither of you had anything planned.
  • you both eat breakfast and chat, still getting used to your new bodies
  • after a bit of settling down, you get notification from a guild member requesting your assistance in LOLOL
  • Yoosung tells you that you need to play for him
  • and omg
  • you suck
  • the guild members are yelling and asking you if you are alright
  • Yoosung needs to take over before you destroy his ranking
  • Everyone hoots and hollers at the girl in the voice chat and Yoosung is pissed
  • Why can’t he be a girl and play without being harassed
  • Makes a mental note to scold the men in his guild once this is over


  • she wakes up next to you
  • immediately sees that she was sleeping with herself??
  • silently panicking
  • checks a mirror to see if she’s a ghost or something
  • she’s you??
  • you’re her??
  • silently panics harder
  • shakes you awake
  • “MC, something is wrong.” Her voice comes out fast and urgent.
  • You immediately see that she is you
  • “WHAT.”
  • “MC, I have work today! I can’t go into the office like this! You don’t work there! And there’s no way Mr. Han will give me a day off!”
  • You realize what you are going to have to do
  • You start silently panicking
  • she helps you slip into work clothes and heels
  • you wink at yourself in the mirror and put up finger guns
  • “None of that. I would never do that.” She scolds with a smile.
  • “Yes, ma’am.” You salute
  • “I wouldn’t salute either.”
  • “Yes, ma’am.” No salute this time.
  • Once you get to C&R, a crushing anxiety hits you
  • you walk in, heart pounding
  • you find you desk and sit down
  • there are sticky notes everywhere with reminders of what you need to get finished
  • and people keep coming by your desk to glare at you and give you more work
  • it’s hell
  • you don’t even know the password to her computer
  • you give up and just start throwing office supplies at your co-workers when they have their backs turned
  • it was fun for about an hour until THE Jumin Han catches you
  • he leads you to his office
  • P AN I C
  • he sits down at his chair behind the desk
  • “Care to explain.”
  • “Uhhhh, Jumin-I MEAN- Mr. Han.”
  • fukin nailed it
  • “You are acting quite strange today, Assistant Kang.”
  • “N-No, I’m not!”
  • He raises an eyebrow and you feel your face go warm in embarrassment
  • You cough. “Sorry, sir.”
  • “Care to explain yourself?”
  • You don’t know how to respond.
  • “I could fire you for this. You have done nothing productive all day and have even interfered with the productivity of other employees,”
  • You’re freaking out. You can’t be the reason Jaehee loses her job!
  • he continues, “furthermore-”
  • he looks taken aback, “Assistant Kang-”
  • “I’m not Jaehee!”
  • it takes A LOT of convincing but he finally gives you a ‘sick day’ until this is all cleared up.
  • you go home and collapse into Jaehee’s arms
  • she works so much
  • you’re glad that she at least got to sit at home and do nothing in your body


  • he’s mentally freaking the fuck out when he first sees you sleeping in his body
  • keeps calm and emails the correct people to tell them that he can’t come to work today
  • you wake up to the smell of strawberry pancakes
  • you follow the scent to the kitchen
  • you let out a little shriek and the MC making pancakes jumps a little
  • You hear them inform you of a little mishap
  • it’s weird to hear your own voice sound so formal
  • “Jumin.”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “I’m in your body.”
  • “yes, it appears so.”
  • The rest of the day is you just breaking his character
  • You call the chef
  • they pick up and ask you what you would like
  • “Is our company’s refrigerator running?” you ask, making sure your voice sounded deep and stoic
  • “Yes, sir.”
  • “Hmm, you better go catch it.”
  • Before the chef can even respond, you start laughing like a school girl and you hang up
  • You go into the chatroom
  • You text Zen:
  • you: I LOVE YOU ZEN
  • zen: ??????
  • you: I. LOVE. YOU.
  • zen: wtf????? ew????
  • zen: aren’t you with MC????
  • zen has left the chatroom
  • Jumin can’t tell if this is the worst day of his life (his image is destroyed) or the best day (he’s been staring at himself in the mirror all day. you can’t leave him if he is you)


  • you wake up to loud screaming
  • “Luce, what the hell?”
  • then you open your eyes
  • to meet…your own eyes??
  • You look around the room…well…you try
  • “I CAN’T SEE!” You panic.
  • “Oh, here!” He puts his glasses on you.
  • “Oh, hey gorgeous.” You wink.
  • “Hey~” he bats his eyelashes
  • “So what happened?” you ask, sitting up.
  • “We switched bodies. I don’t know how or why.”
  • “Oh cool. It’s like a filler episode, right?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • You study him/you
  • he seems to be also studying his own body
  • he starts by touching his/your face, feeling your features
  • then he touches your hair, “Hmm, soft.” he mumbled
  • then he pulls the blanket off of his legs and trails his hands up and down them. then to your arms.
  • he drops back down to your hips and trails him hands up, resting them on his breasts.
  • he squeezes
  • he squeezes again
  • “SEVEN!”
  • he looks at you innocently, hands still cupping boobs
  • You gesture to his hands.
  • “Hey, you can touch whatever you want on me, deal?”
  • “Okay, deal.”
  • You run your hands over his body a couple times
  • You get bored pretty quickly
  • You gasp, “CAN I TRY ON YOUR OUTFITS?”
  • He gasps, “CAN I TRY ON YOURS?”
  • “YEAH.”
  • “THEN YEAH!”
  • “AWWW YEAHHHHHHH” He runs over to your closet and immediately starts making outfits
  • You do the same.
  • You both try them all on and strut around.
  • fucking nerdssss


  • You wake up in the morning and stretch
  • you open your eyes
  • “V, HELP, I CAN’T SEE!”
  • V wakes up to your screaming
  • immediately turns to the source of your screaming
  • is shocked to see everything so clear and bright
  • he sees himself/you looking around frantically
  • how was he looking at himself, and how was he looking??
  • “Calm down!”
  • You turn towards the sound of your own voice
  • “Is that you, MC?” he asks, trying his best to keep calm.
  • “Y-yeah?”
  • You cannot see anything out of one eye, and the other only supplied you with a huge blurry mass
  • but you could see colors
  • and the person talking to you did not have the same colored hair as V
  • they actually had the same colored hair as you
  • “Is that you, V?”
  • He hums a yes, “I think we are not in our correct bodies”
  • You take a moment to process this, you suddenly get really excited
  • “Wait…so you can see!?”
  • he matched your excitement
  • “Yes, everything is clear!”
  • You heard him take a sharp intake of breath
  • “I’m going to go look at you.” and with that you could feel him get out of bed and almost run to a mirror
  • it took longer than a look in the mirror usually should
  • but that boy was trying to memorize every detail of your face
  • deep down he knew this wasn’t going to last, so this would be his first and last time seeing you
  • when he hears you calling him, he hesitantly looks away from the mirror and goes back to you
  • “You’re beautiful.” He greets.
  • You blush, “V, let’s go everywhere we can! You need to see things!”
  • He helps you out of the house
  • You go to the park, stare at the sky, and feed the birds
  • V takes the prettiest pictures
  • You even call 707 to give you a ride to the   b e a c h
  • he stares out the window the whole time
  • He watches the ocean and observes the tiny granules of sand
  • throughout the trip he cannot stop looking at himself in reflections and his phone camera
  • takes so many selfies in your body
  • the nicest selfies
  • better than any selfie you’ve ever taken
  • he sees so many pretty things that day, but he thinks that you were the prettiest by far


  • you wake up to see yourself staring at you with wide eyes
  • he is not saying anything
  • “I’m you.”
  • he says nothing
  • “And you’re me.”
  • still silent
  • you cannot tell if he’s calm
  • or just silently freaking out
  • he is expressionless in your body
  • you, however, are having a great time taking as many selfies on your own phone as possible
  • smiling pics of Saeran, fuck yeah
  • he keeps playing with his hair
  • “It’s so soft.” he mumbles.
  • is constantly brushing it
  • “so pretty.” he whispers to himself when looking in a mirror
  • he feels so fragile he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you so he tries his best to stay still
  • keeps gently touching your face
  • he just sits somewhere and makes a bunch of facial expressions just to know what it feels like when you make them. just imagine him scrunching up your face and smiling and just trying to make faces that he’s seen you do
  • you haven’t mastered the art of bitch facing like Saeran
  • everytime you look in the mirror to imitate his glare, you just start giggling at how cute you look
  • you’re both too cute
The Ghost in Apartment 1403

You x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times. 

Namjoon had never believed in ghosts. He had always been more of a science person, preferring fact over speculation. He was called a nerd in high school and a genius in college, but the words didn’t change anything—he honestly just liked to learn things.

Taehyung said he could sense ghosts, feel their “auras” he said. Namjoon had laughed and told him that was ridiculous. He had then proceeded to check out all the books he could find in the library disproving supernatural theories. Taehyung had not read a single one, so Namjoon told him the important parts.

There was no such thing as ghosts, so Taehyung should go back to studying math and quit insisting he had the potential to be a medium.

The irony of it all was laughable.

“You were right, Tae.” Namjoon sighed, watching one of his best friends sit on his bedroom floor and flip through his old notebooks. The younger couldn’t hear him, though.

The door to the room was pushed open further, and Yoongi shuffled in. His eyes were red, but he looked fairly calm as he knelt down on the floor by Taehyung.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Taehyung mused quietly. “I thought I was okay, but being here, going through his stuff…”

Yoongi nodded, patting him on the back sympathetically. “I know, I was thinking the same thing. I’m just glad his parents didn’t throw everything out. A lot of this crap was special to him, he wouldn’t want it going in the landfill.”

Namjoon smiled. Yoongi knew him so well. His parents had been by, they had taken all the family pictures and a few other things, and then made a phone call.

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Anonymous said: Can you do a Jamie benn imagine where you’re on a blind date with him and you two meet at a baseball game and the kids cam comes on and you tell your kids later in life how you met and that is brought up

A/N: i got stuck on this imagine so badly i’m so sorry!!! it’s such a cute prompt too :((( but i’m sorry for the wait and i hope you liked it.. also i didn’t add the whole telling your kids part, because i just couldn’t figure out how to add it honestly.

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“You’re trying to hook me up with Jamie-freaking-Benn?” You were whisper shouting into your phone as you walked into the woman’s washroom of the Globe Life Park. You shouldn’t have been so surprised when he walked up to you a moment ago. Antoine has been teasing you about being single for so long now, and he had quite the pick from his team to set up this blind date. 

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anonymous asked:

happy to hear that you had a good time at your concert! if you don't mind, i came up with a request v///v i think it's a little angsty ?? sometimes i get worried for josh since he's a professional drummer, he'll wear himself out and pass out during a show. can you write something where josh practices nonstop and its painfully obvious that he's tired but ignores everyone's rants? during the show, he just drops to the ground unconscious. you & tyler are worried sick when he doesn't breathe well!

thank u so much! i had tons of fun at my concert! sorry this took so long, i didnt like my first draft so i did a lot of revising and editing, but now it’s where i want it to be!! enjoy xx. 


“Jesus Josh,” Jenna says, as you and her walk across the stage, “I got tired just watching you drum.”

She pats him on the back as she goes by, subtly wiping the sweat off on her jeans when he’s not looking, before walking into Tyler’s open arms.  

They all collectively laugh as you walk gingerly up to Josh with a bottle of water.  He smiles gratefully at you, accepting the water and immediately chugging it.  You hear the plastic crinkle as he squeezes the bottle in an attempt to drink it faster.  You’re surprised at how sweaty he is during just soundcheck.  His tank top is soaked through the back and you could see beads running down his temple.

“Thanks baby,” he says with a gasp after finishing the whole 13 ounce bottle in one gulp.  

You make sure to smile and tell him how good he sounded before expressing your concern.  

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He immediately nods.  “Yeah, I’m great, why?”

You watch as he continues to breathe heavily, like he just can’t seem to catch his breath.  

“You’ve been hittin’ it pretty hard these last few days, I just get worried—“

“Is that a drumming pun?” he asks, “ ‘hittin’ it pretty hard’?”  

You scowl at him, annoyed that he was trying to divert the attention away from himself, “Josh, I’m serious, you’ve been practicing like… nonstop lately.  I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine baby,” he says, smiling at you, “but it’s cute that you’re all worried.”

You didn’t think it was very “cute”.  Especially once you notice how shaky Josh’s legs are as he stands up.  He wobbles a little at first, and even has to grab onto the edge of his drums for balance.  You watch warily, and open your mouth to make a comment before you’re interrupted by Michael coming on stage, telling the boys they have a radio interview to do.  

Josh kisses you quickly on the lips.  

“I’m fine, please don’t worry,” he says.

You nod hesitantly, “Just make sure you get something to eat before the show, okay?”

He winks at you and nods, walking towards Michael, with Tyler trailing behind.  

“Is he okay?” Jenna asks, joining you as you make your way off the stage.  

“I think so,” you sigh, “just exhausted.  He’s been practicing constantly lately.  He skipped breakfast this morning to come play.  It’s just odd…” you let your voice trail off.  “I noticed he was a little shaky, just now.  It freaked me out a bit.”

Jenna runs her hands through her hair, before reassuring you, “I’m sure he’s fine.  I’ll have Ty make sure he eats before they head out tonight.”

You nod gratefully at Jenna, feeling stupid for being so concerned.  But something about the way he’d been acting lately was off, and you could tell.  You tried to ignore it, you weren’t Josh’s mother, you weren’t in any place to tell him what to do.  On the other hand, you weren’t sure what you’d do if anything ever happened to him.  

The worst part of being on tour is all the waiting around.  Normally, Jenna and you would wander around the venue, checking things out and chatting with the crew.  But today you were both too anxious for Tyler and Josh to be done with their interview, so you find some folding chairs to sit in and just wait.  

About forty minutes later, they find you both.  

“Productive day I see,” Tyler teases as he bends over Jenna and kisses the top of her hair.  She puts her phone away and smiles up at him.

“Hey baby,” Josh coos, doing the same to you.  You close your eyes briefly and grin smugly at his soft face.

“How’d the interview go?” you ask as he pulls another folding chair up beside you.  

“It was fine, same ole’ stuff.”

“Same ole’ stuff?” Tyler says in disbelief at Josh.  “Were we in the same interview?”

Josh chuckles.

“That guy was a nut job! I wish you guys could’ve heard some of the questions he was asking us—“

Tyler goes on to joke about the interview for the next few minutes, until it’s time for them to get all dressed up and ready for the show.  You’re laughing so hard at Tyler’s commentary that you completely forget to ask Josh if he’d eaten anything yet…

You and Jenna watch the show from side stage tonight, the best spot in your opinion.  

You swear the crowd gets louder and louder each night.  Or maybe your ears just get more sensitive.  Either way, as soon as the boys step on stage, Jenna’s story about some elbow pads she bought Tyler, is drowned out by screams.  

After the first song, you notice Josh already grabbing his sweat towel, however it’s not the moisture on his skin that begins to worry you, it’s the way he’s squeezing his eyes open and shut repeatedly, almost like he’s having a hard time concentrating.  

You watch him carefully for a moment.  But the show continues and you try to ease up a bit.  

But there’s something wrong.  Josh’s beat is slightly off during a song.  You watch as Tyler throws you a glance, but they both continue.

“Did you hear that?” you ask Jenna, immediately paranoid.

“What?” she yells so you can hear.

You pierce your lips but decide it’s not worth explaining over the noise.  

At the end of the song, you notice Tyler walking over to Josh.  You watch carefully, trying to read his lips, but it’s impossible once the lights go dark.  He pats him on the back and they chat for a second, before Tyler throws you another quick look.  You try to make eye contact, so that he knows you’re paying attention.  But instead, he just goes back to center stage and continues the show.  

The knot in your stomach only grows bigger when the platform comes out for Josh’s drums.  You bite your lip as you watch Josh drag himself off stage and near the barricade.  You peak your head around the curtain, so that you can watch.  

You practically hold your breath as he balances himself, the crowd holding his hand until he’s able to sit comfortably on his seat and play on top of them.  His back flexes, the muscles tensing and relaxing in various spots as he pounds on his drum.  The crowd is going nuts, grabbing at his ankles and screaming for him.  

You feel infinitely better once his feet are on the solid ground.  

“Your boy did good,” Jenna smiles at you.  You finally peel your eyes off from Josh to respond to her, causing you to miss the way he’s blinking awkwardly again as he walks unsteadily back on stage.  

What you don’t miss is the collective, simultaneous gasp that echoes throughout the arena.  One that makes your head whip around lethally, eyes searching desperately.  You see Tyler shedding the bass from around his neck, and you’re horrified to see that Josh isn’t perched on his stool, where he’s supposed to be.

You don’t hesitate to sprint on stage, even though crowds and attention scares you.  

“Josh!” you cry out, and it’s weird because you can hear yourself shouting his name, and you can hear Jenna calling for help.  The room that was once filled with screams and music, is now hauntingly quiet.  

You gulp hard once you’re kneeling beside Josh.  He’s collapsed on the floor, just shy of his seat, laying face up, eyes closed.

You cup your hands around his head, the skin burning hot.  Tyler quickly unscrews a bottle of water and begins pouring it generously on Josh’s bare skin.  

“Ty, why isn’t he waking up—“ you ask, your voice shaky and scared.

“Jenna’s calling for help, he’s gonna be okay,” Tyler says.  

You feel so useless, just kneeling there, staring at his unconscious body… waiting…

You almost cry out in relief when you see his eyes flutter beneath you.

“Thank goodness,” you exhale sharply, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards your lips to kiss his knuckles.  

Josh looks up at you then Tyler, his face twisted in confusion.  

“What happened—“ he’s asking, just as Jenna’s running on stage followed by a group of crew members.  

“You passed out,” Tyler says, his voice wavering too.  

A couple of medics lean down next to Josh.  They start shining lights in his eyes and getting cool packs to place on his skin.  You can feel your hands trembling as you cling to his.  When you feel him give a reassuring squeeze, you look up to see him staring at you, his eyes filled with fear.  You squeeze back, stroking his skin with your thumb, as if to say ‘I’m not going anywhere’.

As it turns out, Josh’s pulse had gotten dangerously low.  After a few minutes, he had been able to walk shakily with the support of Michael and Tyler, but was further examined backstage.  You sat nearby, listening to everything the medics said.  

“Should he go to an ER?” Tyler asked, he too refused to leave Josh’s side.  

“I think it was just exhaustion,” the medic answers as he unwrap another cool pack.  “Gotta be careful, when you exercise like that, in this heat, that you eat and drink enough…”

You bite your lip, knowing damn well that Josh hadn’t eaten much of anything today.  But you don’t say anything out loud.  Not yet.  

Once everyone’s cleared out, and Josh is instructed to rest, and drink lots of fluids, you make your way back closer to him.

“You gotta be careful, man—“ Tyler says.  “That was seriously scary.”

Josh just nods as he stares down at the floor.  

You narrow your eyes at him, picking up on the fact that something was wrong.  

“Tyler,” you say under your breath, “can you give us a sec?”

Tyler gives Josh one more concerned look before nodding and walking away.

“Babe,” you whisper, gripping his shoulder as you walk up to him, “talk to me, what’s wrong?”

He just shakes his head, refusing to look up.  


“I can’t do it—“ he says, his voice sounding blubbery and full of agony.  

“Do what?” you ask softly.

“I’m not good enough—“ his shoulder slouch even more, his head hanging low.  You can hear the crack in his voice.

“Josh, what are you talking about?” you whisper.

“I was practicing so much because all I want is to be good enough… but I can’t even do that right—“ he chokes out and your heart breaks on impulse.  

You immediately start shaking your head, and turn so that you’re facing him.  

“Josh— no… no, no, no.  You’re good enough, you have to believe me.”

You lift his head up with your finger delicately, making him look at you.  His eyes are red-rimmed and glossy, with deep bags outlining them.  

“I don’t want to let Tyler down— or the fans.  Or you.  I want to be good enough-“ his voice cracks at the last word.  

“You’re so talented, Josh.  And you work so hard everyday— Why wouldn’t you think you’re good enough?”

He tilts his head back and starts wiping some of the tears that have fallen off from his face.  

“I don’t know… I’ve just been really struggling with that lately— always worried I’m gonna be awful.  I thought if I practiced hard enough, I would be okay.”

“Josh, that’s your anxiety talking, it’s not real.”

He nods slowly.

“You have to take care of yourself baby.  That was so scary tonight—“ it was your turn to start crying.  “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, so that can’t happen, okay?”

You can hear the tears surfacing in your voice.  Josh must’ve heard it too, because he looks up empathetically at you and opens his arms.  

You straddle his lap awkwardly and wrap your arms around his neck in a giant hug.  You can still feel how shaky his hands are as they caress your back soothingly.  

“I’m sorry,” he whispers after you sniffle again into his shoulder.  “I’m sorry, I’m gonna do better.  I’ll make sure I take care of myself.”

“I just love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

“I love you too,”  he says back, his hot breath hitting your skin.  

Just then, you’re interrupted by a strange, distant sound.  Like someone chanting.  It’s muffled and the words are unclear, but you pull back and give Josh a funny look.

“Guys,” Tyler calls from down the hall.  He pokes his head around the corner, “You gotta come hear this.”

You get up, helping Josh to his feet and follow Tyler down the hall.  He leads you closer and closer to the stage entrance, and you can hear the chanting becoming more clear.

We love Josh.  We love Josh.  We love Josh.

A portion of the crowd had stuck around, despite the abrupt ending, and had started this chant.  

You watch as Josh’s face perks into a small smile.

He pulls you closer into his side, and you wrap your arms around his middle listening as the chanting continued.

“I told you you were good enough,” you say.

Pure - Chapter 6

Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.

A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.

WARNINGS: RATED E (I’m not kidding about this one) for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners), mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

I’m not sure how long I’m out here when the door opens and Peeta’s heavy steps cross the patio before he sits down next to me. I immediately take his hand in mine and search his face for some kind of hurt.

“My brothers say you’re sharpening your battle axe. So who’s the enemy?”

I snort and shake my head. “Shouldn’t we talk about you?”

Chapter 6 is now posted on AO3 and

We’re just over halfway done with this story and I wanted to thank all of you who’ve taken a risk on this story, given the rather disturbing opening. Hopefully, I can bring it to a satisfying conclusion for you. Since the next three chapters are already drafted, and chapter 7 has already been through the beta process, updates should occur fairly regularly from here on out. Thanks as always to @peetabreadgirl for editing and keeping me on task…even though there’s that one story idea that we’re both just DYING to write/read. ;-)

Caged - Epilogue

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2336 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

Part 39

The black silk of your dress was cool against your skin and the light draft in the staircase gave you goosebumps. You were sitting on the top step, enveloped by the cold December air that had sneaked its way into the building through cracks and crannies, but you didn’t mind. The ballroom you had spent the last few hours in had been hot and stuffy, and you welcomed the opportunity to cool down your thoughts and your body. A smile played on your lips as you dipped the spoon in your hand into the ice cream cup that you had taken from the buffet and brought the chocolate-y goodness to your mouth. When you heard the heavy metal door being pushed open, you hurried the motion, well-aware that your precious peace and quiet were about to come to an end.

“You should go back inside. People are looking for you.”

You chuckled at the familiar words, even though it had been over a year since you had last heard them. Still smiling, you turned around and smiled at Jungkook.

“Five minutes?”

He sighed in fake exasperation and walked over to where you were seated. He took two steps down before sitting down next to you. His suit jacket stretched across his shoulders and arms as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs.

“Five minutes.”

“Thank you. Do you want some ice cream?”

“Noona, this is not the-”

“Oh please,” you interrupted him and shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Jungkook rolled his eyes, but then he smiled and licked his lips. His right hand reached across and landed on your right forearm, his thumb gently tracing the scar that had faded into a white mark.

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reunion falls full script

so…. i think it’s about time to face the music that there is no way in Heck im ever going to be able to draw out all the stuff i have written for rfalls. i mean, there is boatloads of dialogue here. i dont even have the time right now to work on my own webcomic, let alone a fancomic. but i figure, hey, this silly little thing has a lot of fans, maybe they would appreciate seeing the drafts i had planned! and maybe they’d even like to take a crack at drawing some of it themselves!

and this isnt me giving up, either! i’d still really love to draw a ton of this. when i can find time, i’ll totally try! and i’m still going to finish sock opera and the backstory comic. but yknow. the people have been waiting long enough. so here’s a comprehensive list of all the notes and dialogue ive written so far, organized by “episodes”.

(it’s long. really freakin long)

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if toppdogg worked in the corner stores outlet
  • pgoon: works at foot locker, muscle shirts muscle shirts muscle shirts, the kind of employee to ask what shoe you're looking for says he'll go find it but never returns until you're just about to leave, peruses through work out clothes but never buys (employee discount or not)
  • jenissi: book store employee, he's supposed to be customer service but doesn't even know all the genre sections except magazines sci-fi romance & children's books, recommended someone to read warriors(that book series with cats) for their semester research paper
  • seogoong: works at the samsung store on the corner, mindset: 'my phone is still the best one here and i'll recommend it to every customer', pranks everyone by calling and texting them on the sample phones, has accidentally set off a security alarm bc he pulled off the sensor wire while taking a selfie
  • gohn: doesn't work in the shopping outlet but at some fancy restaurant next to it(the only one to get his application accepted by said restaurant), engages in conversation with the customers(they love him), overdoes it with the appetizer bread with butter 'would you like more bread?' 'this is our third basket'
  • hojoon: works the counter at the bakery, is bored nearly 70% of the time bc no one comes in during his shift so he ends up going in the back and eats the leftover almonds, the red apron looks good on him and he wORKS IT, has accidentally reccommended pastries from bakeries nearby instead of promoting their own
  • kidoh: works at the dollar store, the kind of employee to walk down the aisles in those huge plastic sunglasses bc 'work should be fun and i should enjoy myself', no one ever goes to his register ('it's bc i'm near the balloons no one comes here for balloons'), tries to whistle to rap music that's playing quietly throughout the store but fails
  • sangdo: works at picture and framing store (right in between dollar store and bookstore), freaks out when people bring in baby photos to be framed and congratulates/compliments the parents, makes that iconic confused face when ppl make him frame weird ass photos, the store is pretty much staff-free besides him (the only one there)
  • nakta: works with hansol in the lil pet store, but he's pretty sure he's allergic to one of the animals there, has named all the fish/frogs/lizards/snakes/guinea pigs/hamsters/etc. and greets them every morning, when people finally buy them he 'gives them a final goodbye' and waves them out the door (has cried at least twice)
  • hansol: also works at lil pet store, tells nakta to quit every week bc his sneezing is 'so disgusting and distracting the animals hate him', talks to pets in a quiet high pitched voice 'hello~ ahh you're so cute', gives long detailed instructions to customers that buy pets bc they have to take care of them like 'they're your own babies'
  • bjoo: the only friend that doesn't have a job, visits everyone during their shift every now and then to make jokes about letting him use their employee discount (but legit give him a discount help a brother out), applied to foot locker 7 times but has never gotten accepted (bc of pgoon), 'i'd be a great employee' 'do you have any other job experience' 'well...'
  • xero: doesn't work in the outlet area but in a nice indoor mall with three floors and gOOD AIR CONDITIONING AND PRISTINE TILED FLOORS, he rubs this in their faces any chance he gets, works in nordstrom in the beauty department under men's grooming and cologne, leaves work practically reeking of bleu de chanel
  • atom: work at whole foods market, does not understand what a superfood is and what makes it so super 'what is açai? why is it so popular it's a blueberry imposter', when no one is looking he goes towards the body care aisle and smells all the bathbombs for 'future reference', complains to everyone about the job when in reality there's nothing that bad bout it
  • yano: works at the post office, thought it'd be cool to work there bc he could send back all those college textbooks he got for no reason whenever he needs to, when someone comes in with a big parcel it makes his day, using the tape measure and the scale give him life and makes his job feel like a new fresh experience
Matthew Tkachuk #2

Requested by Anon:  potenially an angsty prompt???: your relationship isnt completely defined as boyfriend+girlfriend yet and jsut when you thought you two were doing so well you see a girl post photos/text screenshots/tweeting about him and her…WHAT ARE WE??? tyler seguin, johnny gaudreau, tom wilson, or connor mcdavid?  hi same anon with the “potentially angsty”/WHAT ARE WE prompt.. also feel like marns, or matt tkachuk could be potential candidates as well, just thinking of which players are more into to social media haha take as long as you need for this one and decide on whoever you want even outside my suggestions! <33

*Hiiii!! Thank you so much! I had a looot of drafts and finally settled with Matthew Tkachuk. This is angsty and cute so I hope you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve done and probably the longest I ever will. Enjoy!! :)*

Word count: 1, 405

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Oh no. There it is again. You frowned and pouted even if you’re the only one in your room. Oh freaking no.

Over the last few weeks, you have seen a very familiar Twitter handle on your feed, always mentioned by the same person too: Matthew Tkachuk.

Remember him? Yup, the guy you’ve been talking to for the past three months. 

You already went to the bombshell’s – really, there’s no other way to describe her blonde little head – profile once and was eaten up by insecurities so it’s safe to say that you should not click on the handle again.

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Sure Thing, Bud

Request“5 and 69 with peter parker please?” -anon

Prompt: #5 “For a smart guy/girl/person, you’re really stupid” & #69 “What’s that supposed to mean?

A/N: Okay so I found this in my drafts and it turns out that I’ve completed this a long time ago! I tried to edit this but I’m not very satisfied at the quality of writing! I did write it months ago, though so please cut me some slack :S Sorry this took sooooo long, anon! Hope you enjoy it regardless.

Summary: You and your best friend, Peter Parker, are studying at his apartment. You’ve been best friends for a while, and have started to flirt with each other for a few weeks, but Peter can’t seem to take a hint.

Warnings: None

Originally posted by tomhallond

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Non-sibling AU in which Sam and Dean have known each other since early childhood, as their fathers, John Winchester and Bobby Singer, occasionally go on hunts together. The hunters leave their kids in safety and one another’s company on those occasions. This time, it’s been almost two years since Sam Winchester and Dean Singer last saw each other. They get to spend a fortnight in a cabin in the woods, while their fathers hunt a mysterious creature which has been causing gruesome deaths in the area. The two teenagers, driven by puberty and their fondness for one another, explore and discover each other in completely new ways.

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IKWYDLS {Newt x Reader AU}

Originally posted by satisfystiles

IKWYDLS {Newt x Reader AU} FINAL

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: SOOO much

{A/N} I am sooo very sorry I haven’t been posting, my computer didn’t save some of drafts so I got mad, and took a nice long journey to fuckville to chill out…but I have not forgotten requests, I just have to freaking START OVER on most of them, but they are on the way my friends! xx

I had finally left the nurses office from wrapping up my shucked up hands after that rumble I had with Gally. You think MY knuckles are bad, you should see the bloody twat’s face. After I had texted Y/n, I felt kinda guilty that I didn’t say that I loved her back…

You can’t really blame me, I mean she DID sleep with my best mate, even though it wasn’t really her fault, but she was there in the process when it happened! 

We agreed to meet in study hall. The day was finally over, so it seemed like a good idea. Still can’t believe all this happened in one day…it feels like this has been going on for centuries. Opening up the library door, there she was. But she wasn’t alone. 

Teresa was just getting up, her head hanging low, not making eye contact as Y/n seemed to be quietly going off at her. With a wave of her hand, dismissing Teresa, she left the table Y/n was sitting at and made her way towards the exit. Lifting her head up to see whose shadow was in front of her, we made eye contact.

“I..I am really..truly sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just think it’s best if you stay the hell away from me, and you damn well stay away from Y/n.”

With a timid nod, Teresa left without another word. 

Taking a deep breath, I took my time walking over to Y/n’s table. Her head was in her hands, shoulders shaking rapidly. I’d be a fool not to see that she was obviously crying. Hesitantly, I tap her shoulder, making her jump out of her skin, turning in my direction. 

“N-Newt?” She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, sniffling slightly. “Hi..” 

“Hi…um…listen a-about before-”

“No. I need you to listen.” She stood up, pulling out a chair. “Sit.” 

Raising my eyebrow I take a seat in the chair she pulled out, setting my bag on the ground. Y/n paced in front of me a couple of times, before stopping with her arms crossed.

“She told you…didn’t she?” She asked, gesturing to the closed library door. Knowing what she meant, I nod.

“And..she told you, I suppose?” 

“Yep…not to mention the little fight you had with Gally, which would explain the wrappings.” Y/n pointed at my hands.

“The slint-head had it coming to him.”

“But why? Why get into a fight with him?”

I scoffed, standing up from the chair, “I beat the shuck out of the guy who drugged you into sleeping with Thomas, and ruining our relationship, and you’re asking ME why?” 

“If you would have just let me explain-”


“Shhh!” The librarian and a few other kids shushed me, making me roll my eyes.

“Newt keep your voice down!” Y/n whisper-shouted, taking my arm and pulling me behind a few bookshelves for privacy. “Yes, I mean ‘let me explain’. Like, how after it happened I was so confused when I woke up, I didn’t even remember grabbing a shred of alcohol, Thomas either. And how the first thing that came to my mind was you, and how it would crush you if I told you that I slept with your best friend.”

“Yeah, because keeping it a secret would have made it a whole lot better.” I crossed my arms.

“Why are you being such a dick about this? I want to make this right, and you’re showing no effort. You texted ME saying you wanted to talk, remember that?”

“Give me a break, Y/n. You would act the same way if I slept with another girl, you probably wouldn’t even be standing here if the tables were turned, so don’t give me that.”

“Give you what, Newt? We built our relationship on trust, and for you to throw away our relationship so fast and easy, without giving me a chance to explain myself is exactly the recipe for a bitchy Y/n.”

I let out a heavy sigh, leaning against one of the bookshelves, looking up at the ceiling. 


“And what about Thomas? He’s your best friend, you should know him better not to just sleep with me on purpose. Shuck, he’s the reason we’re together in the first place!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Before we were dating I had a crush on you and assumed you liked Teresa or Sonya. But Thomas assured me that you kinda liked me, so with his confidence in me, I sent you that text that night spilling my heart out to you, and look where it got us, Newt. We were so happy. And who’s been the number one person trying to break us up? Gally. So I’m surprised both of us didn’t catch on, but like love, hatred blinded us from seeing the truth.”

Now I really didn’t know what to say. She’s absolutely right. Thomas is my best friend, without him I would have never met Y/n. Without him, Y/n would have never sent that text.

“Well now I feel like a total jackass.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“That’s because you are.” Y/n bluntly stated, but her smile told me otherwise. “Like I said through text…I still love you, Issac Newton, and I’ll never stop. Even though what you said to me was hurtful, I still forgive you, you’re right I would have reacted the same way. I should have told you right after it happened, I was just scared..”

“And I should have opened up my shucking eyes, and saw the facts of the situation. If Teresa hadn’t had told me the truth I would have lost you,” I caress her face in both of my hands, nuzzling her nose with mine.

“How about we…start over? It’s our last year and I don’t want to start on ugly terms.” She hugs my waist, I smile softly at her choice of words. 

“Whatever the lady wants, love. Hi. I’m Issac Newton, but you can call me Newt.” 

“Nice to meet you, Newt. I’m Y/n L/n. A friend of Thomas’s.” Y/n giggled, playing with the hem of my shirt. 

“Beautiful name, for a beautiful face.”

“Would you two just kiss already?” We heard a voice. Pulling our faces away to see who was talking, we came face to face with Thomas.

“Tommy…listen, mate I’m-”

“It’s cool, I totally understand your frustration. I’m just glad you taught that son of a bitch a lesson and got your girl back.” Thomas clapped me hard on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. “I can understand why you love her, she’s an animal in bed.”

I glare at the brunette, “Not helping the situation, Thomas.” I growled, using his full name.

“I’m just teasing, chill out.” Thomas laughed. 

“Shouldn’t you two kiss and make up?” Y/n joked. Thomas and I looked at each other for a moment, small smirks on our faces. As we slowly lean into each other, we hear a slight gasp from Y/n, making us both burst into laughing.

“You jerks! I thought you were actually gonna kiss!” She slapped both of our arms, before I wrapped mine around her waist.

“Not before you, my queen gets the first kiss,” I respond, capturing her lips with mine. It feels like ages since I’ve felt her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Y/n started to smile in the kiss, making me smile as well. 

“Uhh…guys? Do you wanna…get food or something?” Thomas spoke, but Y/n and I were a little to occupied to answer, as I gently pushed her against one of the bookshelves, deepening the kiss. 

“Guys? No? Okay.”

Originally posted by noches-de-llanto

Holding the Stick (1/?)

Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It’s in his blood. He’s spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

He’s doomed.

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