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A blurb about how Justin would be when your oldest daughter are like 15/16 years old and how protective he would be around her and Y/N is not❤️❤️❤️ love ur blurbs btw❤️❤️😊

thanks bby💓
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so you guys have 2 kids your youngest son aged 3 and your eldest daughter aged 16 and ofcourse 16 is the age where’s she growing up ,boys, puberty, parties and you are strict at times with her but she’s responsible enough and you trust her, Justin, on the other hand is having none of it he hates seeing his ‘little’ baby girl grow up and when she comes downstairs in a certain dress or outfit on her way to a party he would be like “woah woah woah young lady go change that dress is far too short” and Ofcourse they’d end up arguing and you would have to calm Justin down telling him how when you guys were her age he didn’t have a problem with you being in a short dress and he’d reply “that’s exactly my point (y/n) , guys will be all over her I don’t fucking want that” they’d eventually make up and he’d hold your daughter in his arms and tell her how much he loves her and only ever wants the best for her , but damn you best believe he will follow her to the party and be close by at all times , one day you and your daughter would be talking about everything and you would start talking about perhaps letting her start taking the pill, obviously not to push her into anything but for caution, so you’d come home one day with it and you’d be explaining everything to your daughter while she takes her first one, Justin would walk in , spot the box of pills and he’d go crazyyy, “have you lost your mind (Y/N) she’s 16!” He would say to you or “why didn’t you discuss this with me first” you’d have to reassure him that it was for the best and that it was for her own protection. He’d calm down soon after and you guys would call your daughter in to the living room and talk everything through, your baby boy, oblivious, playing with his toys, Justin saying things like “you’re my little girl and this is just so hard for me to see you get into older things like this” “please princess be as safe as you can and if any guy ever fucking tries to hurt you or force himself on you I will kill him with my own bare hands” your daughter would be chuckling and would come over and give him a hug “dad I promise I’ll never do anything stupid, you’s guys are the best parents a girl could ask for I love you’s so much” and she’d pull you in for a group hug , soon your little son was in on it too “and you’re the best little brother anyone could ask for” she’d whisper chuckling.

later on that night you and Justin would be in bed you wrapped in his embrace, your head on his chest and he’d whisper “I know I get a bit paranoid sometimes honey I’m just getting used to her growing up I mean no matter what she’s always gonna be our little princess” and you’d just let out a laugh and reach up to leave a kiss on his jawline “I understand babe and that’s only because you are the best father a girl could ever ask for and I’m so proud of our little family” 💓

anonymous asked:

Your peacock art was on the radar :) Looked fantastic!!!

omg again woah WHAT WHY UH!!! thank you!!! ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ

and uh, heya new ppl!! what’s swinging hope youre doin alright. i make lotsa art here glad to have ya!! and if you’ve been here for awhile hope things are doin okay too!! hope i can draw stuff you like! / /// aa

eastofthemoon  asked:

Here's a thought for you, when Shiro comes back from wherever he vanished to, for him it's only been like an hour but for everyone else it's been like five years or maybe even a decade?

:3   I like a decade.


Immediately after stepping out of the Black Lion, something felt wrong.

Something was different.

Shiro stood in place, helmet on his lip until it clicked.  The hangar was rearranged.

Not that it had a lot of things in it already, but there was some equipment on the walls and shelving, and it was either switched out or moved around.

An odd thing to do, while he was flying around Zarkon.  Shiro found himself a little irritated at the idea - he was the one who used those tools most, after all, and someone else messing with it made him antsy.  But he shook that off.  It wasn’t like Shiro owned any of it, and Allura and Coran had every right to move it around as they pleased.

That settled, Shiro walked back out, head tilted.  Was he the first one back, somehow?  He didn’t remember anything after passing out during that battle until he woke up in the Black Lion, hungry and cold but otherwise intact.  Maybe Black had flown him back and he had just woken quickly?  

Shiro put his helmet back on, listening for the inevitable post-battle chatter, at least from Allura and Coran.

Nothing.

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Fan Submission: Meeting Dylan O'Brien - My Experience

Okay so on Wednesday 26th April I was able to visit the set of the death cure because I won a short film competition last year! And I was able to chat with Dylan on set.

The first thing that happened was Dyl waving at me.
I was walking up an area of set & he was filming a scene. I was just there and I smiled at him because I saw him looking at me. I wasn’t really expecting him to smile back since he was filming but then he did! And the next thing I know is that he’s there WAVING HIS GOOFY WAVE AT ME. I wave back (blushing and totally in shock) and Dyl just keeps waving at me.
When I have to walk away from watching the filming I can’t help but continue grinning, heart pounding, because Dylan waved at me without any prompt or anything. I can’t describe how wonderful that was.

So we were about to leave set (I’m still smiling from Dylan’s dorkiness) when he arrives through the door! First of all, all I see is his hair because he’s actually so small & fragile looking like I just melted.

The first thing Dyl did was shake everyone by the hand and introduce himself to them like we didn’t know who he was - I mean he is so humble. I was really nervous and I think he could tell that but he was so sweet and caring, my
mum came to the set with me and when he shook her hand he was just like “Is this mom?!”
He was asking us where we were all from & started putting on accents (Italian, Irish) and he was so funny and sweet! We chatted a bit more & he was so genuinely interested about the competition. I was so happy to see him so happy and healthy.

I then plucked up enough courage to give Dyl the drawing I drew him of Thomas (the character!) and his reaction was the cutest thing:
“Woah! You drew this? This is insane!”
I then told him that it was for him and he said, “This is for me? Oh my god, you’re super sweet!” I literally just melted I mean being called super sweet by DOB is the most heartwarming feeling ever, his smile just radiates me. He even knew it was from the first movie and was so kind. I thanked him again for taking the time to meet us and he replied “No problem - I really wanted to meet you guys, I just hope you guys like the movie. I can’t wait for you guys to see it!”

After that, he hugged everyone and wow his hug was so warm and strong and safe.
He thanked me again for the drawing and could see how nervous I still was so just made me laugh by saying “Thanks again for the drawing of my face!” Then Dyl did that laugh with his dimples and his eyes were so bright and happy. When he walked off he was showing another guy who worked on set the drawing and was looking at it. I was just beaming, my whole body was so light and my heart was so whole but then… Dylan came back again!

He wanted to wave us all off but ended up having another conversation before that, just chatting about Cape Town and being so casual and cool whilst I’m just internally melting. When he says goodbye this time he shouts “Enjoy your time on the party bus!” and I couldn’t help but laugh because he was being so normal and chill with us.

When I was walking towards the bus I turned back again and smiled at Dylan and he looked at me straight in the eyes and gave me the most beautiful, reassuring smile that I have ever seen. When we were driving away he waved at us with two hands again.

Honestly, Dylan is such a genuine, honest, beautiful human being and I am so grateful.

Hey, Bartender (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Request:  So I have this idea (because in my opinion there just isn’t enough protective Steve and Bucky) where they go into a bar one night. Both Steve and Bucky immediately get bad vibes. They watch as this bartender is getting treated like crap by all these different guys. Like cat calling and unwanted touching. They notice how she doesn’t do anything about their behavior so they ask her about it. She tells them that she can’t otherwise her boss will fire her. This outrages Steve and Bucky. They hear this one group of guys talking about jumping her once she’s done closing. Steve and Bucky walk her home that night, and every night after until she finds a new job.

“I don’t know, Steve, this place looks a little shady,” Bucky grimaced, taking a quick look around the bar, having to squint in the darkness despite his enhanced abilities.  There was a heavy haze in the air, a combined stench of old smoke, cheap cologne, and spilled alcohol stinging at his throat with a biting dryness that had him ready to leave before even taking his seat.  A deep groan escaped his throat when Steve clearly ignored his input and dropped onto the bar stool, leaving Bucky no choice but to join him.  “This place is nasty,” he continued, grabbing a napkin to wipe the cushion before sitting, “I have no idea why you keep coming in here.”

“They have the only bartender in town who gets my drink right every time,” Steve smirked, watching you approach.  “Hi, (Y/N),” Steve greeted you enthusiastically, “how’s business tonight?”

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Before It’s Too Late (part 10)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I remember back in 5th grade I got an A+ on a paper I wrote about how fun it was to collect rocks lmao.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve spat at his childhood best friend.

It had been three days since you had confessed your love for Bucky and he was now telling Sam and Steve about it.

“Right? I mean how could she do that to me? How could she put me in such a situation where-”

“No, Bucky,” Steve cut him off. “How stupid are you? I mean honestly, Buck, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to blame Y/N for – well, for having feelings for you.”

Bucky scoffed. “Steve, it’s fucked up.”

“How so?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Sam agrees as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s fucked up because I have a girlfriend-”

“Yeah we know that already.” Sam spat.

Bucky shot his friend a mean look before continuing. “-and she knows that. Now I’m in an awkward position.”

“Awkward position?” Steve repeats and the long haired brunette nods.

“Yeah. She’s in love with me but I’m in a relationship. Awkward position. I don’t know what to do.”

Sam scoffs. “Here’s a suggestion; get your head out of your ass and accept the fact that you feel the same towards Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”

“Bullshit.”

“You know, you don’t have to listen to what I’m saying.” Bucky huffed.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Sam stood up from the couch. “It’s bullshit anyways.”

The blonde and brunette watched as Sam walked over to the door with intentions to leave but was stopped when he opened the door to a fuming Natasha. Sam opened his mouth to greet the red head but was cut off by her pushing him out of the way.

She stormed over to Bucky, standing in front of him as he sat on the couch.

“Hey Nat, What’s u-”

He was cut off when her hand made contact with his cheek. Hard. The brunette cups his cheek, mouth gaped and he looked up at the red head in bewilderment.

“What the fuck did you do to Y/N?!” she shouts, becoming angrier just by looking at Bucky.

“W-What do you mean? I-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Barnes! She’s been locked up in her room for three fucking days. She hasn’t been going to her classes, I don’t even know if she’s been eating or staying hydrated!” she exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s me who’s done something? For all you know it could be someone else!” Bucky replied.

“Because, you inconsiderate piece of dog shit, Wanda and I went into her room at check up on her and when we asked what was wrong the only thing she said was your name before she started crying so I ask again; what the fuck did you do to Y/N.” it wasn’t a question. It was more of ‘tell me or else I’ll murder you’. He didn’t have a choice.

Bucky gulped. “I… well I… it’s kind of-”

“He rejected Y/N.” Sam says for him. “But that’s not all. It wasn’t just a ‘oh I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way, I have a girlfriend’ he made her feel like shit. He yelled at her for having feelings for him, made her cry and didn’t bother to stop until, of course Kristen came.”

Bucky looked at Natasha whose eyes were shooting daggers into him. He genuinely feared for his life, even more so when she lunged at him but was pulled back by Steve.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she shouted as she struggled to get free. “I can’t fucking believe you, Bucky! She tells you how she feels about you and then you pull some bullshit like this!”

“Woah, woah, woah, how about we talk about the fact that you all knew she was in love with me yet none of you guys even bothered to tell me?!” he looked around at his friends.

“Because it wasn’t for us to tell! It was how she felt, not how we felt! She had to be the one to tell you!” the red head replied.

“Well why the hell did she wait five fucking years?!” Bucky yelled as he stood up. “Why’d she wait till I was in a relationship?!”

“Because she was scared!” Natasha gave up and let Steve hold her back. She let out a huff and fixed her hair that had landed in her face. “I told her to tell you how she felt before it was too late. It was eating her up, Bucky. I couldn’t stand there and watch my best friend slowly get her heart broken but seeing her like this, right now at this moment,” she shakes her head. “it breaks my heart. You’ve completely broken her, Bucky.”

She breaks free from Steve’s grasp and walks over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, she shakes her head again. “A simple ‘I don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry’ would have sufficed.”

And she was gone.

It was quiet. Sam and Steve watched Bucky who was looking down at the floor, walking around the living room.

“Buck.” Steve said softly.

Bucky reached out and grabbed a vase that they had bought for decoration and smashed it on the floor, startling both Steve and Sam.

“God damnit!” he yelled. “God fucking d-” he stopped mid-sentence to knock over the little coffee table, kicking it until it was ruined.

“Bucky, calm down.” Steve says, walking over to his friend who swung around.

“Look what I did, Steve. Look. I ruined Y/N – I ruined my relationship with her! Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole who can’t admit the god damn truth!”

“What do you mean you can’t admit the truth? What truth?” he questioned.

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, as if you guys didn’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I like Y/N.”

“Wait,” Sam jumps over the couch to join Steve and Bucky. “So you’re telling me that you rejected Y/N, yelled at her for having feelings for you but you feel the same way towards her?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s stupid, I know but throughout the years of knowing her I learned what her type was. Every time she would say someone was cute, they would fit right into her type of guys that she likes. Even past guys she’s liked all into the type of guys she likes.”

“What type of guys does she like?” Steve pressed on.

“She likes preppy, high-classed guys. Guys who gel their hair and keep it nice, guys who probably go golfing and wear polos. That’s the kind of guy she likes and do you think I fall under that? Hell no. I’m nowhere close to that so why even try?” he plops down on the couch and rubs his face with his hands. “When I kissed her on New Year’s it was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. I’d kiss her over and over again if I could. I thought she liked it, hell, I did but afterwards she said nothing. Just stared at me. The car ride home, nothing. Not even a goodnight when we went to sleep. She laid on the opposite side of her bed just to get away from me.

“I tried getting over her. All those girls I’ve went on dates with never even compared to Y/N but I knew I had to get over her. That’s when I met Kristen and she was pretty cool. I like her. But that’s it.” Bucky sighed and looked up at Sam and Steve. “That day in the hallway, when she told me she was in love with me, it was all I’ve ever wanted to hear. But it irritated me because why wait so damn long? Why wait until I’m getting over her to tell me how she felt? I get it, she was scared, I understand that but just… why?”

There was a pause before he sighed. “For a split second I thought Vis told her that I was in love with her and she was just saying all of that, just playing with my emotions which was why I acted so mean.”

“Wait, Vis knew?” Steve questioned and Bucky nodded. “How the hell did he know but I didn’t?”

“It’s not something I was broadcasting to the world, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “Vis came over to hang out but I was finishing up my art project and he found my sketch book – well he didn’t find it, it was just laying on my bed – anyways he looked through my sketch book and I have… a lot of drawings of Y/N and some other sappy things. I guess it’s like my diary except I don’t express my feelings through words, I express them through drawings.”

Sam and Steve nod before Bucky continued.

“I wanted to throw myself into Y/N’s arms, to hold her and kiss her but I couldn’t. Especially when Kristen came. I had forgotten she was coming over.” The brunette sighs. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Big time, my friend.” Sam pats his shoulder.

“What should I do? I have to talk to her. I have to make things right, to tell her that-that I feel the same way. She needs to know-”

“Slow your roll, Bucky.” Steve says. “Give her some time. And don’t forget that you need to talk to Kristen first. She deserves to know what’s happening… also you don’t want to go over to Y/N’s right now, I’m sure Natasha’s still pissed and Wanda will definitely be pissed. You won’t make it out alive.”

Bucky sits back on the couch and sighs. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go talk to Kristen tomorrow.”


It had now been day five since you confessed your love for Bucky and today was your first time back in class. The day had went by smoothly and you were in your last class of the day which just so happened to be your creative writing class. The class had ended and you took your time packing up. When you looked around, everyone had left and it was now just you and your professor.

You walked over to her desk and she greeted you with a warm smile. “What can I do for you miss Y/L/N?”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about my last paper. Y’know, the one where we had to write about the time we felt the most pain in our lives?” you say and your professor nods.

“Ah, yes. It wasn’t your best work.” She frowned.

“I know which was why I came to ask you if there was a possibility that I could rewrite it. I know it’s a long shot but I know I could do so much better.”

Your professor thinks it over before nodding. “I’ll let you rewrite it but only because I know you can do better. Your writing is amazing. That and I let a few other students rewrite theirs.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.” She responds. “Turn it in by Friday.”

With a nod and another thank you, you leave the classroom and make your way to your car.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you looked around for Bucky’s car. You didn’t want to bump into him. You hadn’t seen him for 5 days, he had been ignoring you but it was probably for the better. You wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with him without crying.

You make it into your apartment without running into anyone and see Natasha and Wanda sitting on the couch. They turn their heads to you and you flash them a smile, although it wasn’t a big one.

“Hey guys.” You greet. “What’re you guys doing home?”

“I don’t have softball practice today.” Wanda says.

“Yeah and I just have nothing to do.” Nat shrugged.

“You’re not hanging out with Bruce today?” you questioned, locking up the door.

“Nah, he’s out with Tony and Steve.” She responds. You nod your head slowly all while Natasha and Wanda watched you like and eagle watching its prey.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks.

“Uh… good – better than yesterday so we’re getting somewhere.” you smile.

“That’s good.” She nods.

The three of you stare at each other before you clear your throat. “Well I’m gonna go in my room now.”

“No, stay out here and watch a movie with us!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nods her head in agreement.

“Maybe later. I have to rewrite something for my creative writing class. It won’t take long, I promise.” You say.

“Okay. We’ll let you pick the movie.” Natasha replies.

You nod and disappear into your room. You throw your bag onto your bed before sitting down on your chair and sighing. The last time you sat in this chair was when you were writing for your last paper and Bucky was sitting on your bed just-

“No.” you say. “I’m not going to think about him.”

You turn around and get your notebook and pen out of your bag before setting them on your desk. You take one look at your blank piece paper before starting to write.

What is pain? Pain is that heart-wrenching feeling you get. You know, the one where your heart physically clenches and you feel like you can’t breathe.

I didn’t know what real pain felt like until now. I just thought pain was the feeling you got when you fell and scraped your knee or - in my case - when you fall off your roof and your thigh gets impaled by a shard of glass.

That’s what I thought pain was.

I never thought about the pain you get when you tell the person that you’ve been in love with for five years that you’re in love with them only for them to not feel the same way. It hurts.

Now I know I could give you the short version and be done with this quickly but I’d rather not.

This is about the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. This is about my first heartbreak.

It all started years ago with my best friend James….


A/N: I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS PART WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HOPE YA ENJOY, TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!

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so i was watching the japanese mv for blood sweat and tears and i realized at like 1:42 jimin and jungkook are holding taehyung right? and i was like whatever and then i look at the other side of the screen and the dude is holding a fUCKING DART AND AIMING IT AT HIS HEAD and i'm like ???? woah ddu i knew this vid was ffcuked up but woOAH

yes hoseok was aiming at taehyung

it was a reference to bst

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“Wait, this is…” you said, recognizing the most recent destination that the Doctor brought you to. It was your home.

The Doctor gave a nod. “That last trip showed me something,” he stated. “You aren’t safe with me.”

You stared into the Doctor’s face. You grew to love the quirky time lord. Even though you were able to tell his wounds from the past were recent, he still made sure you had a fun time, even when you ended up on battlefields or in the middle of an invasion.

“But I want to stay with you,” you stated firmly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But it’s my turn to run. You’re still fantastic,” the Doctor stated as he backed into his TARDIS. The door closed and the box de-materialized, and you ran to where it once stood, tears forming in your eyes.

A month later and you’ve given yourself a good chance to move on. You went about your daily life as though you never left Earth, though the Doctor still occasionally crossed your mind.

You walked down the street, going home from your new job, when suddenly what looked like a plastic mannequin lunged at you. You gave a shout and jumped to the side, out of its way.

A hand grabbed your arm. “Careful there,” a voice you didn’t recognize warned. You looked up, seeing a young brown-haired man. He, however, had a look of recognition. “Y/N?”

“How do you know me?” you asked.

“Later. Now, run,” the man stated. He grabbed your hand and ran off, pulling you behind him. Something about this situation seemed familiar.

“Okay, Autons aren’t that fast, we have a moment to talk,” the man stated. “And I know why you don’t recognize me. I had a different face then. I’m sorry about leaving you behind like that.”

“Wait, Doctor?” you asked, looking the new man closely in the face. He had mentioned that his appearance would sometimes change, but you never saw it.

“Yep, that’s me,” the Doctor replied. “It’s been a while.”

“A month,” you told him.

“Couple hundred years for me, I think,” the Doctor stated. “But I still think of you from time to time. I regret leaving you behind, even though I don’t really regret my decision.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but noticed something behind the Doctor. “Watch out!”

“Woah!” the Doctor exclaimed, practically tripping over his own feet as he dodged out of the way. “Maybe I should keep you around.”

“Okay, that settles it,” the Doctor stated once he and you drove the Autons off of Earth. He turned to you. “Would you like to travel with me again?”

“Only a month ago to me, you suddenly left me back home,” you told the Doctor, your tone showing how much it had hurt.

“I know,” the Doctor said gently. “I was so afraid of losing you, and I thought that leaving you here was the best way to ensure I wouldn’t. And maybe I’m being selfish now, but…” He trailed off, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I want to travel with you again. I miss having you with me.”

You couldn’t stay mad. You gave the Doctor a soft smile. “I miss traveling with you. Let’s go.”

The Accidental Husband

Part 1 - Breakups and Marriages

Fireman!Dean x Reader

A/N: This is an AU inspired by the namesake movie. It doesn’t follow the same storyline, just the main concept.

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

Word Count: 1800+

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Just Friends, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

A\N: I really hope you’ll enjoy reading this x

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

    It’s been less than an hour since Jughead left. (Y\n) was still in her room. She already calmed down and now had this weird eptiness inside her, which a lot of people feel after having a break down. She didn’t want to do anything at all. The girl just layed on the couch, constantly thinking and reminiscing, waiting for Kevin to come and drag her out of this state.
    The doorbell rang. (Y\n) ran downstairs and opened the door. As she expected, it was Kevin. But he wasn’t alone. There was Veronica standing beside him. They both waved at her.
“Hi, sweety pie,” Veronica said, smiling at (Y\n), making her smile back.
“Hi,” (Y\n) greeted her friends. She was surprised, but happy to see Ronnie. “I see you guys come as a matching set,” the girl referenced what V said on her’s and Betty’s audition for their places in River Vixens cheerleading team. “Come in.”
    The two walked inside (Y\n)’s house.
“I noticed that you were feeling kinda sad today so I wanted to cheer you up,” Veronica said, closing the door behind her.
“As I promised,” Kevin handed her a milkshake.
“Aw, thank you,” the girl said and took a sip. “Let’s go upstairs.”
    They all came into (Y\n)’s room and sat on the couch.
“How are you feeling?” Kevin asked.
“Uhm… I’m alright, I guess. I talked with him so I feel a little better now,” (Y\n) answered.
“What? You talked?” Veronica raised her eyebrows.
“Well, he came over and… Wait. Ronnie, you…” (Y\n) and Kevin looked at their friend with surprised looks, realising that she knew what they were talking about. (Y\n) turned to Kevin to ask if he told her but he immidiately shook his head no without her even saying a word.
“Ah, come on, (Y\n), did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? Who do you think I am?” - Veronica said.
“Yeah, right,” the girl chuckled. “So, what do you guys want to do? Do you want to stay over? We could watch some movies or something like that.”
“Sure, sounds good to me,” Kevin said.
“That’s a great idea, BUT. You still didn’t tell us what happend when Jughead came over,” Veronica’s voice was filled with excitement.
“Nothing much, really. He said that he’s sorry, I cried and said that it’s not his fault. I think we both decided that we’re just friends. Huh, as if we ever were something more than that,” (Y\n) said.
“Of course you were!” Veronica exclaimed. “I mean, everyone saw that there was something between you two. People who want to be "just friends” wouldn’t act like you did,“ she wanted to say more, but noticed that Kevin gave her a worried look. She put her hand on (Y\n)’s shoulder. "Sorry, I’ll stop torturing you.”
“Now, let’s pick something to watch,” Kevin changed the topic and turned the TV on.
    An hour later, the three found themselves snuggled up on the couch under some blankets, watching a movie that Kevin chose and eating snacks that they managed to find in the kitchen.
“Please tell me I didn’t ruin our friendship,” (Y\n) said quietly, sighing. Veronica and Kevin faced away from the screen and looked at her.
“Of course you did…” Kev said and paused for a second. “…not.”
    The girls giggled and (Y\n) elbowed him.
“Don’t worry about it. I think this friendship can stand literally any drama in the world,” Ronnie said. “I mean, think about it. Betty liked Archie, but he rejected her and slept with his music teacher. Me and Archie kissed in Cheryl Blossom’s closet while Betty was in the room. Crazy, right? But everything’s fine. Like nothing ever happened.”
“But what about Betty?” (Y\n) asked, nervously tugging the sleeves of her sweater.
“And what about her? She went almost through the same thing that you’re going through now. She won’t judge you. She’s still our bestfriend. Your bestfriend. It won’t change. Not because of that,” Kevin replied. Veronica smiled at him, letting him know that she liked what he said.
“Yeah, you’re right,” (Y\n) nodded and suddenly remembered about the TV. “Shit, we missed like half of the movie because of me.”
    The next morning Veronica and (Y\n) headed to Pop’s. They were supposed to meet Archie, Betty and Jughead there and have a breakfast together. Kevin said that he had some other plans, so they went without him. Ronnie asked (Y\n) if she really wanted to go numerous times.
“If you’re not ready to meet him after what happened yesterday, it’s okay. Just tell me if you’re not. I’ll come up with an excuse for you,” she said to her.
“No, V. I’m ready. Everything will be fine,” (Y\n) replied. Of course, she was a bit scared and nervous, but she didn’t want to hide or avoid anyone. She just wanted to let it go.
    Eventually, everything went quite well. They had some milkshakes, as always, talked about different stuff and laughed a lot. The little things that made people around (Y\n) think that she’s not okay weren’t there this time. It wasn’t awkward or anything like that. It was just fine. “Like nothing ever happened.”
    When the friends finished their breakfast, they walked out of the diner and started saying goodbye to each other. Archie planned to work on some music with Valerie, Veronica needed to meet with her mom. (Y\n) thought that Jug and Betty would probably want to hang out together, so she said bye and decided to go back home.
   When (Y\n) left, Jughead and Betty stood near the diner for a little while, talking, then kissed goodbye and separated.
   After a few minutes of walking, (Y\n) heard someone running behind her. The girl turned her head to see who it was. It was Jughead. She stopped and waited for him.
“Woah, I though I’d never catch you,” he said. They started walking together.
“You decided to walk me home, huh? Just like the good old days?” She asked, smiling.
“Yeah, haven’t done that in a while. Life’s been crazy recently,” he replied.
“I know.”
    For the next ten minutes they just walked, talking about everything, realising how much they both missed it, and that they did this a lot more often before.         When they were already walking in (Y\n)’s neighbourhood, they kept silent, looking at each other from time to time and smiling. It was a nice type of silence. The one that’s just as good and meaningful as a conversation.
“Time to say goodbye,” (Y\n) said as they walked to her house and stopped.
“Yup.”
“I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” the girl turned away and started walking up the stairs.
“(Y\n), wait,” Jughead stopped her. She stepped back on the ground. “I know we already talked about it. At least, we tried, but… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way that things are.”
“Don’t be. Everything’s okay.”
“I don’t wanna lose you,” Jughead said.
“Jug, don’t say that,” (Y\n) replied. “You’re not going to lose me.”
He came closer to her and pulled her into a hug. It was relieving and painful at the same time. She wanted him to hold her like she’s more than just a friend. She knew that he couldn’t. And didn’t even wanted to anymore. She also knew that she should move on, but didn’t know how, even though she kept convincing everyone that she’ll be alright.
They stopped hugging and looked at each other.
“I gotta go,” the girl said.
“Yeah, me too,” Jughead replied, wiping a tear from (Y\n)’s face with his thumb. “If you need anything, call me. Or Betty. She’s worried about you.”
“Ok,” (Y\n) said and smiled.
She then walked up the stairs, opened the door and waved him goodbye, walking in.

Tumblr Crush

Anon prompt: “… Could you do one where Jughead finds the reader’s tumblr in which they talk about liking their best friend (Jughead)…”

A/N: This has happened to me on numerous occasions

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There’s no better way to brighten up a science lesson then spending your life on a god forsaken website.
Tumblr was my go to at all times whenever I was or wasn’t bored. For the time being, it was kind of like a diary for me where I posted about the person I had a crush on and asked for advice from my hundreds of followers.
Veronica and Betty followed me, their blogs were so amazing and they helped to give me advice so I didn’t have to openly talk about who I was crushing over.

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Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Meant to Be - Part Five: Fine

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @abbyg14 for being a sweetie-pie

A/N: aaaaaaah ily. enjoy <3

also I want Laf to be my best friend


When Alex heard the knock on his door, his heart immediately leapt into his throat. His dad was at work, leaving Alex at home alone, and he really wasn’t in the mood to socialize. Too nervous and self-conscious, Alex made the decision to let them assume no one was home and leave. Before Alex could cozy himself further into his cocoon of blankets, however, his phone buzzed.

Laf: C’est moi.

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Let’s Make Out (Archie Andrews x Reader)

An Archie Imagine! Hope you enjoy!

Request: Yes 

 @lukezsmilee Hey! Can you write an imagine where Archie and the reader are best friends and they go to the movie drive in the last night it’ll be open and some guys start flirting with the reader and he gets really protective then it ends with a kiss or something (fluffff😂) sorry if it’s confusing , thanks! Love your writing btw

@willy-wonka-is-my-soul-animal Archie x Reader

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“Look at that fine girl over there.” A jock hollered to his friend, pointing in your direction.  You grimaced at the thought of being near either of them.

Archie’s head popped up from the bag of popcorn that he had been devouring gleefully and scowled.

“She’s a nice piece of ass.” He continued approaching your seats.  “Hey sweet thang!” He started, “What’d ya say we get out of here, and ya show me what you can really do.“ His voice screaming:  Let’s make out.

Standing up, you splashed your drink in his face and grabbed the popcorn from Archie, who was fuming, and dumped the remains on the creepers head.

“Puddin’ pop,” the other guy smiled, “you’re a feisty one, how about you come home with me?” His smiled grew wickedly as your blood boiled.

Do not talk to her like that.”  Archie stood up, grabbed your hand and got back into his truck, starting up the engine to leave both men in the dust.


“I’m sorry (Y/n/n).  I had to leave or else I would have really hurt them.”  You smiled at your best friend lovingly.

“It’s alright Arch.  You did the right thing, and thank you.”  You stood on your tiptoes and placed your lips on his.  You were still in his truck, but now parked in his driveway.

It took a second for him to kiss back, but he did, and boy did he enjoy it.  Kissing you was like realizing what he was missing.  Running his hands through your hair as his lips devoured yours like he had with the popcorn earlier was like being on a cloud.  You gasped as he climbed over to your seat, flipping you over, which left you straddling him.

“My god.” Archie moaned throughout the kiss as you both pulled back.  Panting heavily, you stared intently at each other.  You were so dazed by what you had just done, that you didn’t notice Archie pull you into another kiss.  This one was sweeter, and more relaxed.

Climbing off Archie to sit in the drivers seat of the truck, you smiled.

“Woah.” You breathed.

“Yeah.” Archie replied.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser Archie.” You teased.

“Should have done that sooner than (Y/n/n).” He moved slightly to reach up and move the hair that was in your face.  “I don’t want to sound cliché and all, but I love you.”

“You do sound very cliché, but I love you too Arch.” Your words made him feel a lot better. “I also don’t want to sound cliché, but, can I kiss you again?”

The moment those words left your mouth was the moment his lips crashed back onto yours without hesitation.  You groaned slightly at the feeling as Archie moved you to the backseat of the car, where he was on top.

“Do that again.” He murmured.

“Do what again?” You groaned almost automatically when Archie found your sweet spot.  He shuddered hearing that sound.

“That.” He said causing you to moan again.

“God do I love you.” You both pulled back, breathless once again and layed in the back of his truck.

“I love you too.”

Just Fine // Jung Hoseok

the prompt: could I have a prince Hoseok scenario (similar to the jungkook one)?

words: 3611

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: here’s snarky!reader and sunshine!hoseok bc it’s cute to me. also a cameo of jin’s scenario in there bc i figured they could be a part of the same story

- destinee

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A/N: Just a reminder that I’ve gotten all of your requests, it’s just a matter of finding the time to write and post them. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll get to them soon! Love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hey! May I request a Josh Dun imagine? Maybe like where the reader gets drunk and they come home to Josh and the reader’s all like “kiss me” and Josh does but he stops her before they do anything else bc Josh wouldn’t take advantage of the reader and it’s all cute and shiz lol. Love your writing! :) <3

*gender neutral

Bright lights, fancy awards, elegant attire, loud applause, crisp champagne, a crowd full of people, and your two best friends, it was a night like no other. Ever since Tyler and Josh’s new album hit the top of the charts, they had been busy as hell. Whether award shows, parties, interviews, concerts, touring, music video filming, or just traveling on the road, they always seemed to be the center of attention. It didn’t surprise you that they had won another award, but you were surprised when they decided to go to the after party. Usually they would bow out, decide to go back to the tour bus, and instead, blast music, eat cereal, and do their own little thing. They were never usually ones for parties. But however, winning an award and just finishing tour, going to a grand scale celebrity party must’ve sounded like the perfect way to celebrate. “Come on, y/n,” Josh insisted. “It’ll be fun. We don’t even have to drink or anything, we can just go there, talk to some people, dance for a little bit, that’s all.”

“Just a couple hours,” Tyler agreed.

“I never said I wasn’t going,” you narrowed your eyes. “I’m just double checking that this is really what you guys want to do.”

“Why? You doubt me and my partying abilities?” Tyler playfully gasped, putting a hand to his chest and acting deeply offended. “Believe me, y/n, I can bust a move like nobody knows.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just making sure none of you will chicken out on me halfway through the night.”

“Never,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m on top of the world right now, and I don’t think I want to come down anytime soon. How about you, Josh?”

“Huh?” Josh lifted his head from his phone. “I was just scrolling through the group chat. The party starts in a couple minutes. I’d start heading over now.”

“Teenagers and their phones,” Tyler clicked his tongue.

“I’m researching,” Josh laughed. “I have to find the address somehow.”

It wasn’t long before you guys had arrived, and sure enough, it was just as you had imagined it. There was a plethora of people crowding the dance floor where a professional DJ and live band were playing music, a kitchen equipped with a bar tender serving all sorts of drinks and foods ranging anywhere from a five-foot-tall chocolate fountain to gourmet French fries, a longue where people were smoking and snorting who knows what kind of drugs, and of course, the usual pool table in the corner. “They went all out,” you shouted to Josh over the music as Tyler led you both towards the kitchen.

“Typical party,” he shrugged, putting an arm around you as you approached the bar tender. You and Josh were just friends, but you had to admit, you had a tiny crush on him, and when he put his arm around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a small tug on your heartstrings. You tried to ignore your stupid feelings and took a seat next to Josh before asking for a drink.

“I’ll have a tequila,” you ordered. Josh eyed you strangely. “What?”

“I don’t know,” he tried acting casual. “I think I’m just going to stick to Red Bull tonight.”

“You should have at least one drink,” you argued, thanking the bar tender with a nod as he handed you a glass and you downed a shot. “Loosen up, celebrate, have some fun.”

“I’m already having fun,” he chuckled, popping open the tab of his can before taking a sip. “As long as I’m with you, I’m enjoying myself.”

“Flirt,” you smirked, trying to ignore the blush in your cheeks and ordering another shot. “You sure you don’t want one?”

“Somebody’s going to have to drive us home, remember?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Tyler already agreed to do that on the ride here,” you pointed out. “Here, I’ll order a margarita and you just have a sip or two.”

“Y/n,” Josh began to protest, but you were already waving at the bar tender to hit you up. You started on your next drink and Josh took a deep breath. “Maybe you should pace yourself a little bit. There’s still a lot of the night to go.”

“I’ll be just fine,” you rolled your eyes. That’s when Josh looked down at his phone. “What’s the matter?”

“Mark Hoppus just got here,” Josh explained. “He wants to congratulate me on the award and some stuff, talk for a little bit, catch up. Is it okay if I leave you here?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“No more drinks,” Josh narrowed his eyes. “Not until I get back anyways, got it? It will only take a couple minutes. Look, Tyler’s right over there talking to Pete Wentz if you need somebody.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you groaned. “Go talk to Mark. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

“Okay,” Josh complied hesitantly before sliding off his seat, gulping down the rest of his Red Bull, and then heading off to find his friend.

The rest of the night was basically a blur. You remember someone sitting down beside you, either Joe Trohman or Brendon Urie, and they had convinced you to have a couple more drinks. The bar tender had eventually cut you off because you had reached your limit for the night. One of your favorite songs came on and you stumbled onto the dance floor, slurring out the lyrics noisily, a random stranger picking you up off the floor, and then Tyler coming to save you. “Woah there,” Tyler steadied you. “You’re a mess.”

“Where’s Josh?” your incomprehensible attempt at speaking tumbled out of your mouth.

“Hmm?” Tyler cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I think he went back. He couldn’t find you.”

“He left?” you slurred out.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “To his hotel room. It’s getting late anyways. You should probably go back too. He’ll take care of you, I’ll leave you with him for the night. How about that?”

“I’d like that,” you responded happily.

“Goodness gracious, y/n, you’re reeking of alcohol,” Tyler frowned. “How much did you drink?”

“Just a little,” you replied.

“Uh huh…” he murmured. “Well how about we get you home?”

“Is Josh at home?” you sputtered out excitedly, your mind nothing but a jumbled mess of thoughts.

“He’s at the hotel, yeah,” Tyler answered. “But come on. We’ve got to get you in the car and then drive there too.” It took a while for him to drag you out to the driveway and help you into your seat, but eventually you were sitting shotgun, buckled in, and somewhat sane as Tyler drove down the road.

“Can I talk to Josh?” you wondered.

“Of course you can,” Tyler laughed. “We’ll see him in a little while.”

“No,” you whined impatiently. “Right now.”

“Right now?” he raised his eyebrows, gaze flickering from the road to you. “Uh, sure. You can call him if you want.”

“I can?” you asked eagerly.

“Sure you can,” he chuckled. “I mean, we’ll see him in just a couple minutes, but if you have to talk to him so bad, you can go right ahead.”

You fumbled for your phone in your pocket before pulling it out, somehow by miracle able to properly call Josh on the first try. The phone rang several times before he answered. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “Sorry, I got kind of sleepy and I asked Tyler to take you home. How are you doing?”

“I’m so happy,” you sighed, slurring your words. “You should’ve been there.”

“Oh gosh,” Josh groaned. “Did you drink some more?”

“Just a little,” you insisted.

“A lot,” Tyler piped up.

“Don’t listen to him,” you argued. “I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”

“You want to stay with me tonight?” Josh offered. “In case you get sick or something? I’m sure you won’t be so happy in a couple hours when all that junk starts to ruin your system.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Tyler explained loud enough for Josh to hear. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s cool,” Josh replied. “You’ll be sticking with me tonight, y/n.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned.

“Don’t get too excited,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re probably going to have a killer hangover tomorrow morning.”

When you rolled into the parking lot of the hotel, Tyler could barely get you standing on your two feet. “I’m kind of dizzy,” you admitted. “Maybe that’s why my feet don’t work.”

“I’m dizzy just looking at you,” Tyler laughed. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and to Josh’s room.”

“How do I walk if my feet don’t work?” you pouted.

“Your feet work just fine,” Tyler sighed. “You just need to try to use them.”

“I want Josh,” you insisted, swaying a couple times before Tyler stood you upright.

“I’m about to give up on you,” Tyler glared playfully. “Don’t make me call him down here to carry you.”

“I’d like that,” you giggled cheerfully. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Y/n, you are so drunk,” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“I want to see Josh,” you complained as he tugged you towards the door of the hotel, shoving you towards the elevator. “I love Josh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Tyler smirked. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to figure that out.”

“I love him so much,” you repeated.

“Well you better behave yourself,” Tyler narrowed your eyes, helping you out of the elevator and supporting you as you ambled down the hallway to Josh’s hotel room. When Josh opened the door, he stared at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh geez,” he muttered. “I thought I told you not to drink anymore!”

“You got it from here?” Tyler asked, pained look on his face. “I’m dead tired. Y/n’s been quite the handful.”

“Hey!” you snapped. “I’ve been an angel!”

“Have you now?” Josh chuckled.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Tyler sighed. “You have fun with that one.”

“I’ll try,” Josh teased. He lugged you into the room and sat you on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

“No!” you whined, tugging at his arm when he tried to walk away. “I want to stay with you.”

“You want me to stay out here for a little while until you fall asleep?” he wondered.

“I want to fall asleep with you,” you corrected. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re cute all the time,” you insisted.

“Sure,” Josh laughed. “Come on, how about you join me and we can go to my bed?”

“Bed?” you raised your eyebrows and grinned.

“Stop it,” he shook his head. “I mean so we can sleep.”

“You want to sleep with me?” you smiled slyly. “Joshua Dun.”

“You’re just being silly,” he argued. “Come on, we’re going to go sleep. In bed. Now.”

“Whatever you say,” you shrugged, goofy grin still plastered on your face as he just laughed and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the hotel bed and before tucking you in. “Bridal style.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you falling on your face, it’s best if I carry you.”

“You carry me like a bride,” you yawned happily. “Does that mean we’re going to get married?”

“Sure,” he joked. “If you want.”

“That would make me so happy,” you sighed, turning over to face him, scooching closer to him underneath the sheets. “You and me, together forever.”

“You’re so drunk,” he laughed. “I bet you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.”

“Is that when our wedding is?” you tilted your head. “Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, why not,” Josh decided.

“Can I ask you something?” you frowned. “It’s important.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “Anything you want.”

“Can you kiss me?” you inquired, hopeful eyes gazing up at his. “Please?”

“Uh…” Josh stared at you for a second, debating it. “I’d love to, really, but I think you’d rather have me kiss you when you’re sober. So you remember, you know?”

“So you want to?” your eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d love to. But I’d also want you to remember.”

“Maybe I don’t need to remember,” you offered. “Maybe it can be our secret. Just tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Josh raised an eyebrow, still contemplating it in his head. You were being awfully tempting, and those lips looked so soft and sweet, but he knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with sober. Much less, he had just confessed that he wanted to kiss you! He was crazy! What if you remembered that tomorrow morning? What if it was just your drunk self-talking? Questions swirled around in his brain and doubt began to eat away at him, anxiety slowly seeping into his brain.

“Please,” you begged. “Come on, Josh. Just one kiss won’t hurt.”

“I guess it won’t,” he agreed shyly.

“Then come on,” you insisted, staring at him. You lowered your voice to barely a whisper. “Just kiss me.” He leaned in and rested a hand behind your head, pulling you close and kissing your lips gently, lingering a moment before pulling back, opening his eyes and staring at you.

“I love you,” he breathed, still lost in your eyes, trying to figure out what he had just done, much less, said.

“I love you too,” you grinned. “Come on, let’s not stop there.” You leaned in for another kiss but he shook his head, closing his eyes tight before opening them again.

“Not tonight,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe when you’re sober, but I um, I shouldn’t have done that y/n. You’re not thinking right.”

“I’m thinking perfectly fine!” you rolled your eyes. “Please Josh, I want more.”

“So do I,” he mumbled. “But I really don’t think we should do this now.”

“Josh,” you stated his name and reached forward to grab his shirt, snaking your hands down his chest and trying to tug it up. “We can’t stop there.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “We can. We should.”

“I want this off,” you whined, tugging up his shirt again but he just laughed nervously, tugging the hem of his shirt back down to his waist.

“Let’s try to keep our clothes on, okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s best you get some sleep, clear your head, and we’ll try this again some other time.”

“Not another time,” you complained. “Now.”

“I know, but we can’t,” he insisted. “It’s not right.”

“Didn’t it feel so good though?” you argued. “Your lips on mine? Being so close? Just the two of us, in this bed, together? Didn’t you feel something?”

“I did,” he nodded slowly. “However I think you just aren’t in the right circumstances to do any of that right now. You probably don’t even understand half of the things you’re saying. How about we cuddle and fall asleep, is that okay?”

“I want more than cuddles,” you persisted.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But please, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go to sleep. Please?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

A couple minutes passed before you fell asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in Josh’s arms. You both laid there in silence, a mixture of soft snores, quiet heartbeats, and shallow breathing. That was until the sun filtered through the blinds and there was a churning, horrible, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you stumbled out of bed, escaping his arms and staggering to the bathroom, flinging open the door and retching all the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Vomiting wasn’t a pretty sight, especially during a horrific hangover, and you felt absolutely embarrassed you had caused the mess in Josh’s hotel bathroom. You heard him stirring in bed, calling your name, and your face instantly turned red. Your head was spinning, a terrible migraine overtaking you, and sure enough, you found yourself puking up even more. You felt Josh kneel beside you, rubbing small gentle circles on your back, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. “Shit, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Don’t apologize.”

“I feel miserable,” you mumbled and he frowned, handing you a towel to clean your mouth and flushing the toilet, helping you up and giving you a hug.

“I told you not to drink anymore last night,” he reminded.

“Did I?” you wondered, watching his eyes soften as he released the embrace.

“You don’t remember anything… do you?” he whispered.

“Why? Did uh, did something happen?” you looked around and started to realize how strange it was that you slept in Josh’s bed, he was cuddling you this morning, and you supposedly got absolutely wasted last night. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. I just let you stay here for the night because I was afraid you might get sick. I’m glad I did, I mean, I wouldn’t want you all alone with a horrible hangover.”

“Thank you,” you stuttered out. “Goddammit I feel absolutely miserable.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and some Advil,” he decided. “Just take it easy, okay? When you’re done you can just lay on the bed. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much.”

“No problem,” he gave a small smile. “I just really hope you feel better soon.”

You took a wet washcloth and wiped your face, taking a deep breath, then heading to the bed, rolling underneath the sheets. Josh approached you, handing you a cup of water and a couple Advil, which you downed and thanked him before resting your head on the pillow. “Can you, uh, stay with me? Maybe?” you asked shyly. “I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Sure,” he replied, pulling up the covers and lying beside you. Without thinking, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you smiled. “Uh, is this okay? If I do this?”

“It’s more than okay,” you laughed. “I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty so I could enjoy it more. It’s not often I get cuddles.”

“You got plenty last night,” he chuckled.

“About that…” your voice trailed off. “What um, what did I do exactly? Last night?”

“You were fine,” Josh reassured. “I kept you under control. Tyler made sure you behaved.”

“Behaved?” you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” he smirked.

“W-what did I do?” you stammered.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I mean, obviously you don’t really remember. And when you were drunk you promised it would be our little secret.”

“Josh-” a worried, embarrassed, scared look spread across your face.

“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “Much to your disliking, I made sure we kept all our clothes on.”

“What does that mean?” you grew quiet, twice as self-conscious now.

“You really want to know?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I sort of do,” you admitted. “I mean, if I’m as rambunctious as you say I was.”

“Maybe I should tell you when you feel better,” he decided.

“I want to know,” you argued. “Now. Please?”

“You were getting sort of, um, suggestive last night,” he explained. “You wanted to do stuff, but I told you no cause you were absolutely wasted. You got all mopey and sad and kept persisting and we uh, we kissed, once. But then I made you go to bed.”

“We kissed?” your face turned bright red. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, look I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I’m fine. I just thought that um, you might want to know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “So… was it a good kiss?”

“Maybe you would’ve remembered if you weren’t so drunk,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

“No really,” you persisted. “Or was it awkward?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself,” he suggested.

“What do you mean?” you narrowed your eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. You stared at him for a second before capturing him in a kiss, pressing his lips on his and feeling him pull you closer, eyes closed, mouths opened, tongues moving in syncopation, his body so close to yours. When you pulled away you both opened your eyes, staring at each other, and you blinked twice.

“Did that really just happen?” you wondered, gasping for breath.

“Yeah,” Josh breathed, eyes staring into yours. “It did.”

“No, like last night,” you clarified, taking a deep breath and still unable to move your gaze away from his. “Did that happen?”

“Not as intimate, no,” he shook his head. “And uh, I don’t know about you, but I liked this one a lot better.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Hopefully I’ll remember.”

“You think, uh, we should do it again?” he hinted. “Just in case?”

“Josh,” you laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this anytime soon.”

“Do you still feel horrible?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I feel much better,” you replied. “But like you said, I think another kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

“You know you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me, y/n,” Josh reminded. “I would’ve kissed you sober just fine. All you had to do is ask.”

“I was scared,” you admitted. “I mean, hell, what’s Tyler going to think?”

“I think he already knows,” Josh laughed. “You told him you were in love with me last night.”

“I did?” you widened your eyes. “What else happened that you never told me about?”

“You wanted my shirt off,” he added.

“I still do,” you teased.

“I’m pretty sure I can make that happen,” he gave a sly smile.

“Yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“I think I found the perfect cure to a killer hangover,” you chuckled.

“What? Kissing?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Nah,” you shook your head. “You.”

Another Set of Eyes (Lafayette x Reader)

Request: YOUR BLOG IS MY FAVORITE YOU ARE SO TALENTED DO YOU HAVE ANY LAF FLUFF COMING UP?? I LOVE U

Premise: When everyone realized there was probably a little more than just friendship between you and Lafayette

A/N: This has been an idea of mine to write for the longest time, I just had no idea who to write it for, so when I got the request for Laf fluff (from this super sweet anon omg ily) I put the two together and I got this!! I really like it! I hope that you guys too!! It’s a little bit longer than normal but its a slow burn so what can you expect really. I love y’all to pieces <3333

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Unsurprisingly, Angelica saw it first. She was always the most observant of your friend group. She caught on at one of the girls nights that you, Peggy, Eliza, Maria, and herself shared. The five of you were all slumped around Eliza and Maria’s shared dorm snacking on junk food and listening to Peggy’s eclectic playlist. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You and Eliza were having a contest to see who could catch more jelly beans in their mouth while Maria was lending Peggy an outfit for an upcoming date. Angelica was on her laptop googling a movie that she could put on that you all could watch but didn’t have to pay too much attention to. She also happened to be sitting on your phone. She was scrolling down a list of films when she felt a shocking vibration coming from underneath her. She shifted her weight and pulled the offending technology out from under her. She glanced at the screen only to realize that it wasn’t her phone, but yours. You’re lockscreen (a picture of all of your friend group together in awkward poses) was faded behind a text message from “Gilly Willy Billy” reading, “so why are you having a girls night without me??? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME”.

“Y/N? Laf texted you,” she said and read the text out, attempting to hide her laughter at Lafayette’s drama queen tendencies.

“He’s such a dork,” you giggled and grabbed the phone from Angelica, allowing conversation to fall back to normal. Angelica, however, didn’t miss the sparkling of your eyes when she said his name, nor the small smile you had when you responded to the text. Maybe there’s something more to that story, she thought.

____

James and Thomas realized at the same time. They figured it out while at Alex’s 19th birthday dinner, which was being hosted by the Schuylers. You and Laf had chosen seats directly next to each other, though that was not out of the ordinary. They didn’t think much of it until it was declared that it was the time to give Alex his birthday presents. Alex was quite humble about it, refusing to take them at first until Angelica gave him one of her looks. This came as a little bit of a shock to Jefferson, who had gotten him a bobblehead figurine of his least favorite founding father, John Adams. However, the bigger shock came when Lafayette handed Alex a box and announced that it was from both him and Y/N. The two of you sharing a soft smile when he returned to his seat

Thomas turned to James and whispered to him, “Since when are they together?”

James responded with a shake of his head and a cough before stating, “I don’t think they are, but I think they wish they were.”

Thomas raised his eyebrow, but neither of them mentioned it again that night. However, both were a little more aware of the pair from that point on.

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Hercules noticed later that night. The dinner party had quickly turned into a dance party and practically everyone was dancing along to assorted music streaming from John’s phone into Alex’s bluetooth speaker. He and Angelica were poorly dancing along to some weird combination of electronic and indie music, when Angelica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned closer to Herc.

“What do you make of Laf and Y/N?” she asked, still bopping her head out of time with the beat.

Herc was a little confused by the question but still answered, “What do you mean? They’ve been best friends since high school, before the majority of us even met, but you know all this. Why are you asking?”

“Look at them,” she said, eyes still squinting as she nodded her head over his shoulder. When he turned around he was met with the sight of you and Lafayette sitting of the couch, with you half asleep and your head on his shoulder, and Lafayette’s arm wrapped protectively around you. It was a position you both had been in more than once, so that was practically nothing, but the look on Lafayette’s face as he looked down at you, curled into his side, that was what caught Hercules attention.

“Huh,” was his oh so elegant reply. “He hasn’t said anything and neither has she but you never know.” He and the eldest Schuyler parted with a shrug and he went over to the two of you, and asked at a low enough volume for you not to notice, “Dude, does she need a ride home?”

Lafayette shook his head and murmured, “No, mon ami, but thank you. I’m actually about to bring her home now. If you could tell Alex we say happy birthday that would be great.”

Herc nodded and said goodbye. Maybe Lafayette’s arm still wrapped tightly around your waist was just to keep you stable in your sleepy state, but he highly doubted it.

____

Alex was next to notice, but the first to say anything to one of you. He and Lafayette were studying for a test in their Advanced French class together (not that either of them needed to).

Alex asked Laf a question regarding verb conjugation in day to day speaking, to which he responded, “I don’t know, mon ami. I just speak it, how do native English speakers know when to use there, their, or they’re? They just do!” Laf waved his hand at the smaller boy, as if dismissing him, though he chuckled slightly.

“Well my bad, Mr. Born-In-France, I just thought I’d ask!” Alex retorted with a laugh. Laf’s phone pinged with a notification, catching both of their attentions.

Lafayette picked up the phone and smiled at the screen. Mumbling to Alex while replying, “Y/N thinks it’s sad that we have to study for a French test despite being fluent.”

Alex looked at Lafayette and noticed a dreamy look in his eyes as he texted back and forth with you. And since Alex was notorious for not being able to shut his mouth, he said, “Woah, lover boy, I can practically see the hearts coming out of your eyes. Since when do like Y/N?”

The question was innocent enough but, since it was the first time anyone had ever said anything about it before, Lafayette was caught completely off-guard. His phone slipped out of his hands and he stumbled over his words a for a few seconds before getting out a simple, “Shut up” before returning to his textbook.

Alex assured him that his secret was safe, and glanced over when he heard Laf’s phone ping again, only to catch a glimpse of what looked like a heart emoji next to your name. That boy’s in deep, was his only thought, before returning to his study guide.

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John took a while to realize it, but when it hit him, it him hard. It was about 10 in the morning when John heard his roommate’s door open. He was about to call out to Lafayette that he was out of milk, only when he looked up, he found you where he expected Laf to be. You were rubbing your eyes as you walked towards the miniature kitchen in their suite style dorm. John also noticed that you weren’t exactly wearing the type of pyjamas he was used to seeing you in. Instead of the usual sweatpants and hoodie you wore to late night movie parties, you were drowning in Laf’s favorite tee-shirt and a pair of his roommate’s boxer shorts. (How John knew that they were Laf’s is a story for another time.)

John was not known for being very tactful in the mornings, so when you were finally close enough to him for him to make the sly joke, he jumped at the opportunity. “Looks like someone got a taste of our Laffy Taffy last night.” He threw a wink at you and began pouring you a cup of his signature coffee, which your entire group of friends lived by.

“Oh shut up Laurens,” you grumbled, a blush tinting your cheeks as you pulled the mug out of his hands and up to your lips. You took a small sip and sighed, “You know it’s not like that.”

In retrospect, John’s not sure what it was that first tipped him off, your blush, your dejected tone, or a combination of the two. He was completely convinced, however, when Lafayette finally made it out to the kitchen and kissed that top of your forehead, both of you looked at the other as if it was the last time you would see them. John gave a small nod (mostly to himself) and made his way out of the kitchen and back to his room, leaving the lovebirds in the kitchen together.

____

Maria and Eliza were next to figure it out, but they were the first ones you told. It was a Friday night and the three of you were in your shared dorm with Angelica, who was out with Peggy on a double date. You were all sitting around and talking, as usual, but tonight you were more distracted than normal. You were clicking open your phone every few minutes, as if you were waiting for an important call.

“Y/N, whose call are you waiting for?” Maria asked, a joking tone in her voice.

You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, letting out a big sigh. “Can I tell you guys something without you guys freaking out?” You asked rubbing your left temple.

The two girls looked at each other curiously then turned to you, nodding.

“There’s this guy…” You started, only to be cut off.

“Oh! Is he cute? Do we know him? Is it serious?” Eliza rattled off before Maria’s hand fell onto her shoulder, calming the adorable ball of energy that is Eliza Schuyler.

“He’s amazing. Yes, you do know him. And no. Nothing’s ever going to happen so it won’t ever be serious,” you answered off, the volume of your voice getting softer and softer. “It’s… Lafayette.”

“Woah,” was the only answer you got from both of the girls sitting across from you.

“Yeah,” you responded, shoving your head into the pillow in front of you. “I know it’s stupid. Falling for your best friend always sucks and it never works out like it does in the movies and he’s never going to feel the same way, and I’m going to lose him if he finds out, and–”

Maria cut you off with her soothing voice, “Y/N, calm down. It’s going to be fine just calm down and talk to him about it. It’s Laf! You’ve known him forever. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“No. I-I can’t. He’s already got someone else,” you mumbled into the pillow.

“Aw sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that serious,” Eliza said rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“It’s their third date tonight. And his general rule of thumb is that if it makes it to a third date, then you know what goes down.” You said, looking back up at them.

They shook their heads and attempted to console you. When Maria asked how long you’d felt this way and you responded, “Too long” they knew that if you couldn’t give them an actual estimate that you were probably in way over your head.

____

Peggy found out in the most ridiculous way possible. She wandered into a Subway one day for a quick lunch in between lectures when she noticed a familiar tall Frenchman with his signature ponytail sitting in a corner of the “healthy’ fast food joint. She quickly ordered her sub and made her way over to the table where her friend was sitting by himself.

“Yo, Gilbert,” she said as she slid into the seat across from him. He looked up at her like a deer in headlights before shaking himself out of his mind and responding normally. The conversation was light between the two until Peggy remembered something that wasn’t exactly fitting into the picture.

“Wait a second. Y/N said you had a lunch date with your new girlfriend right about now. Did she ditch you at a Subway?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in amusement. Laf’s face suddenly contorted into a mixture of guilt, sadness and sheepishness. “What?” she prodded, hoping for an interesting answer.

“Don’t laugh,” he mumbled, his voice low. She nodded for him to continue. “Well, I told John that I liked Y/N and he said that the easiest way to do it without telling her outright would be to make her jealous, but I couldn’t find anyone who I actually enjoyed spending time with enough to pretend to date so I’ve been going on dates… with myself.”

It took a minute to register the information, but once she got it all, Peggy couldn’t help but laugh. The idea was stupid enough and his execution of it was absolutely absurd. “You know, Frenchie? You probably would’ve have better luck just telling her in the first place. Maybe she would’ve been interested, but now she probably just thinks you’re interested in anyone except her.” She didn’t mean to tear down her friend but he was going about this in the stupidest way possible. “My advice,” she continued, “for the love of god, talk to her. I don’t know what she feels about this, but if you keep it up any longer, you could lose her trust and friendship, and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Peggy collected her trash and stood to leave. “I leave you with that, but keep in mind, I still want everything to work out for you guys. See you, French Fry.” She gave him a hug and headed out to her next lecture.

____

Burr was that last to see it, but boy was he the luckiest. Aaron was always a part of their friend group, but he also tended to go unnoticed outside of it. So, it was no shock at all when he went to the nearest coffee shop for the third time that week (He liked coffee. Sue him.) and went completely unnoticed by Lafayette, sitting two tables down. Aaron was fine with this, as he had a project due in a couple of days that he wanted to work on. He did however happen to be able to hear what was going on down by Lafayette with proved to be quite interesting in the long-run.

Burr noticed you come into the shop, skip the long line at the counter, and take a seat across from Lafayette. His super hearing kicked at that point because a.) he’s a little nosy and b.) you and Laf were speaking softer than usual.

“Hey,” you said, slipping of your jacket and running a hand through your hair. Lafayette returned the greeting and you began informing one another about the past few days. Burr was slightly confused as to why you hadn’t been with each other all that time as you two were practically inseparable. He tuned out the conversation until you said something that caught his ear. “So, um, how’s your girlfriend?” you asked. Aaron could hear something in your tone, that sounded almost pained as you asked that question.

Lafayette replied guiltily, “About that… I need to talk to you.” That sounded ominous, Burr thought. You had signified for him to continue, and Laf took a large breath before speaking at a speed that reminded Aaron of Alexander. “Y/N, she’s not real. She never was. It was something stupid I did because I suck at telling people how I feel and John told me that this one thing would work and it, how you say, backfired and I really don’t want to mess this up. I’m so sorry Y/N.” Burr thought that Lafayette’s speech sounded almost like a confession of love, except it was missing one thing: the actual confession.

“You…You made up a girlfriend to what? To get space from me? Laf, if you just said you wanted space I would have given you space. I know I can be a little too much at times but you didn’t need to make up some fake girlfriend to get away from me. We’re supposed to be best friends were supposed to be able to talk about this stuff,” you kept your voice steady until you got to “best friends” and Aaron winced at the break.

“No, wait, Y/N, that’s not what I meant!” Lafayette cried out,reaching across the table to grab your hand. You had pulled it away though when your fingers made contact.

“Then what did you mean, Lafayette?” you asked, “Because I’ve spent weeks trying to be happy about you being with some other girl, who apparently doesn’t even exist, and I just want to know if it’s worth even being upset over this because goddamn it Laf. I’ve been stuck on you since freshman year and I can’t just go my entire life pretending like I have a chance with you when I don’t. I’m sick of pretending. So tell me right here and now, what the hell is going on with us because we haven’t been the same us in weeks and I need to know where we stand.”

“Y/N, just let me finish, and I promise it’ll all make sense,” Lafayette pleaded, reaching from your hand again, and this time succeeding. “I told John that I liked this girl. She’s amazing and beautiful and smart and I thought she’d never go for a guy like me, so I asked for his help. He told me that I should just tell her, but I was too scared so he told me to try and make her jealous. Go on a few dates and see how she reacted. But the thing is, I’ve been in love with this girl for the longest time and,”

“Laf,” you choked out and Burr could hear that you were about to cry.

“Shh, let me finish. So I made up a girl that I was going on dates with, but the more fake dates I went on, the more she drifted away from me. I was in way too far over my head, as they say. I was convinced that somehow, my scheme would work. Then people started calling my bluff. Peggy, and John, and Hercules all told me how stupid I was being and that I needed to just tell her how I felt and so,”

“Laf, please stop,” you said. When Aaron looked up, you were crying. “I can’t listen to this. I told you–”

“Trust me, oui? I am almost done.” Laf responded as his grip around your hand visibly tightened. “So I tried my best to keep this girl in my life, but she was still distant, so I invited her out for coffee, I got her her favorite drink,” at that moment he pulled out a cup of your favorite coffee drink and handed it to you. “And I told her a long-winded story about me being an idiot in hopes that she’d see how much nonsense I would go through to be with her. And as I sat in front of her and handed her my heart on a plate… I-I just hope that she’ll take care of it. Because I love her more than anything else in the world and she’s the only person I trust with it.” Now that was a love confession.

“Sh-She’s me?” you asked, stunned.

“She’s always been you, mon amour,” Lafayette sighed and looked down at his hands.

“You’re a dork,” you stated matter of factly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“Pardon?” he said, his eyes shooting up to meet yours with fear shining in them.

“I love you too you stupid French Fry. Now shut up and kiss me before I start to cry again.” You stood and held your arms out to him, as he stood up and made his way around the table to you.

At that moment, Burr looked away because as happy as he was for you, watching you two make out in the middle of a coffee shop was not exactly his cup of tea. Or…er…coffee.

Hands off my girl

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Part 2!

Originally posted by teenwolf

Prompt:  After receiving kisses from two boys, the day takes a turn.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x female!reader x Theo Raeken

Word Count: 2176

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, Stiles being violent, Theo being cocky, italics used are the readers thoughts and gif used isn’t mine!

Authors note: I stayed up late to post this! Sorry if some parts don’t make sense, I’m very tired! This is for my Teen Wolf buddy @honeystilinski! I hope it’s worth the wait and that you enjoy it! :) x

Tagged: @loveitsallineed @xxtaylorsingerxx @louise-specter @deals-with-demons

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