this is becoming a regular occurrence

Young Romance

Jughead x Reader

Summary: You and Jughead were best friends in childhood, until a miscommunication pulled you apart. Years later, you run into Jughead in the most peculiar of places.

     Being late to school had become a regular occurrence for you. You would repeatedly rush into class frantically ten minutes after the bell, and take your seat with all eyes on your and glare from your teacher. This particular day however, you decided that you were going to be early. Pulling into the empty parking lot, you smiled triumphantly at your success in actually getting out of the door on time and to school. The doors to the building were unlocked in the morning for the early rising teachers, and so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and sort out your locker situation. You had never been the tidiest person, but your utter lack of time at school had resulted in your locker being a mess. Just as you were about to pass the first floor staircase, the janitor’s closet door opened. Jumping, you fell to the ground in a poor attempt to step back quickly. Looking around you, you realized that all of your belongings were scattered across the floor, on account of the fact that you had failed to zip up your backpack. It seemed like the world was against you. Reverting your gaze to the person who had caused this, you were surprised to see the town outcast, and your childhood boyfriend, Jughead Jones.

“Oh god, I am so sorry Y/N.” Jughead said anxiously, crouching down to help me pick up my stuff.

     Focusing on his face, you noticed the wet ringlets of hair falling around his eyes. “It’s okay…but why is your hair soaking wet and what were you doing in the janitor’s closet?” You said inquisitively.

     Jughead visibly tensed, but you just raised an eyebrow in further question. Sighing, Jughead stood up and reached a hand down to help you up, before pulling you into the closet and shutting the door quickly behind you. “This is what I was doing in the closet.”

     Analyzing the area I saw a blanket, books and clothes scattered around, and canned goods littering the floor. “What, living?” You quipped, sarcasm dripping from your voice. From Jughead’s following silence, you knew you had fucked up.

“Oh Jughead.” You said, looking around once more before turning to him in concern. “What happened?” You asked at the realization that he was literally living in the janitor’s closet at school.

     Scratching at the nape of his neck he pulled out a picture of the drive in and you looked at him with a blank stare. Rolling his eyes he tugged at his beanie. “That’s where I was staying before here.”

“But what about your dad, what about Jellybean?” Your worry became evident in your voice as you tried to piece together what had happened to Jughead in the 4 years that you had grown apart.

“My dad fell off the wagon. He was doing drugs, getting the family into dangerous situations, so my mom packed herself and Jellybean a bag and left. At the time I refused to leave my dad, but things got progressively worse and so here I am. Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, holding his arms out and nodding towards the small space he occupied.

“Juggie.” You whispered, so low that you questioned whether he had even heard you until his eyes met yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     You knew why he hadn’t. It had been years since he had chosen Betty and Archie over you, and he damn well knew that you had wanted nothing to do with him ever since. Over the last couple of  years, you had internally forgiven him, but of course he had no way of knowing that.

“Well Y/N, I wouldn’t exactly call us friends. I would barely call us acquaintances as this point.” He said with a shrug and an expression that indicated anxiety and irritation.

“I care about you though. I never stopped caring about you.” You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with Jughead.

“Really? Because it sure didn’t feel that way when you ditched me for fucking Reggie Mantle.” Jughead threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

“That wasn’t the same as you ditching me for Archie and Betty. I was dating Reggie.” You told him, reminding yourself of the horror that was seventh grade.

     Jughead just looked at you, searching your face for some recognition of something that wasn’t there. “Are you serious? Dating Reggie? You aren’t even going to acknowledge the fact that we together? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We were 13, and we aren’t anymore, and we aren’t the same people anymore either. I don’t know who you are now, and you don’t know me. So how about we stop pretending and just get on with our day.”

     Your chest suddenly felt restricted and full of pressure. As your throat began to swell, you managed to choke out “What do you mean we were together?”

     Jughead stopped gathering his binders for a moment to stop and look at you. “I don’t get what you’re saying. We were together? Had we not always been together? We were children Y/N. It was so juvenile.” He shook his head as he reached down and picked up his laptop.

“I didn’t get the memo then, I guess. I had the biggest crush on you forever. I thought we were just close friends.” You spoke, scared of how he would react.

“Oh yeah, right. Because that’s why we were each other’s first kiss, and why I spent almost every waking moment with you, and why I got angry when you would talk about how nice Reggie was.” Jughead’s voice was beginning to get louder and you placed your hand over his mouth, knowing that people would be piling into the building by this time.

“We kissed because our friends had already had their first kiss, not because we were dating. And I thought we were just really close friends.” You argued, trying to make him understand your point of view.

    Refusing to meet your eyes, Jughead brought his hand up and detached your hand from his mouth. “This is pointless. Either way, we haven’t spoken in years, and whether or not we were dating as 13 year olds isn’t relevant anymore.”

“Jughead. Look at me.” You brought your hand up to his face and turned it so that he couldn’t continue to avoid your eyes. “I still care about you. I don’t want this to be your home. My family loves you, and you still talk to them. Why wouldn’t you just come stay with us?”

“Yeah, because it would be a great idea for me to just show up at your house one day, after our last encounter, to tell you that I am now a proud member of your household. Not likely.” He reasoned, which made you become frustrated.

“For fucks sake Jughead.” You said as he began to push past you to get out of the closet. Grabbing his beanie from off his had. You backed up, tripping on the bed that he had laid out on the floor and falling onto it. Of course, his hand immediately flew to his head and he groaned, turning around to look at you with distress.

“Give it back Y/N. You know that I can’t go out there without it.” Jughead told you, holding out his palm to you firmly.

“Come and get it.” You bit back, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards you, so that he fell onto the makeshift bed beside you. You held the beanie behind you, just out of reach and watched as he scrambled around you to try and get it, to no avail. Soon enough, he hovering in front of you, and snaking his arm behind yours to reach your hand. With his face less than a foot away from yours, you pulled your arm around and promptly placed his beanie right back on his head, before using it as leverage to pull his face closer to yours.

     Jughead, exhausted, didn’t move, and you watched as his eyes fluttered, eyeing your lips and then your eyes again. “You’re going to regret it.” He whispered, his breathing fanning over your face. Ignoring his comment, you leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his lips, before deepening the kiss and sliding down so that he was effectively positioned with one leg between yours, hovering on top of you. At this point, you knew that he had the upper hand, that he could push himself off of you and leave, but instead he placed his hands on either side of you and kissed you back. His lips were soft, and you could feel him shaking slightly, but you didn’t care. Disconnecting your lips, you gave him multiple pecks before lightly pushing him to let you sit up.

You watched him for a second and he watched you, both of you apprehensive of what to do or say next.

Finally, after what felt to you like an eternity, he spoke. “I’ve missed you.”

Smiling, you traced your fingers on his leg and nodded. “I’ve missed you too.”

Jughead looked down at the light circles you were making on his leg and reached his hand down to intertwine it with yours. “I’m sorry for being so irritable. I’m going through a lot and talking to you just…it just-”

“Hey, Juggie, I get it. You don’t have to explain anything to me. When we stopped being friends, I went through a long period of resentment. I was angry that you looked so happy with Betty and Archie, that you could move on so quickly.” Your throat closed up as Jughead’s thumb gently brushed yours. “I was just a kid and you were my only friend, and I’m sorry that I didn’t just talk to you.”

Jughead smiled softly and fixed the beanie atop his head. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that I thought we were dating. Gotta love that young romance.” He said laughing a bit.

You smiled back at him. “I know we are still young, but do you think we could try it again? You know, where both of us know that it’s happening this time?”

Rolling his eyes, he brushed off his pants and stood up, lending you a hand. “Buy me an apology burger at Pop’s tonight and I’ll think about it.”

     Scoffing at his remark, you hit him playfully. Jughead caught your arm and pulled you close to him, the heat of his body radiating onto your own. Squeezing your hand lightly, he brought his other hand up to your face and ran his thumb smoothly over your skin. A small peck was placed on your lips, gentle and forgiving. Looking up into his eyes, the gleam of them twinkling back at you, you relaxed into the knowledge that for you two, this wouldn’t stop at young romance.

Movie Night - Jughead Jones Imagine

REQUESTED: No, after watching the latest episode I wanted to write this one. (Potential spoilers in notes/story, so don’t read unless you want the latest episode to be spoiled!)

WARNINGS: Swearing, spoilers (srsly if you have gotten this far and not seen the ep but don’t want spoilers then pLEASE SKIP THIS ONE I DON’T WANT TO BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR RUINING IT FOR YOU)

SUMMARY: You and Jughead decide to have a movie night together, where he shares an unexpected revelation with you.


Oh my god I genuinely feel so sorry for Juggie. I mean, dad’s in the local gang, no sign of his sister and now he’s losing his home? If I could I would genuinely just go to Riverdale and hug him <3

Anyways, hope you enjoy this one! :D

Originally posted by juptern

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CS Halloween One-Shot

Here is a fluffy Halloween one-shot based on/inspired by this piece by @flipperbrain In an attempt to post this while it is still technically Halloween somewhere, this fic is unbeta’d. I had a blast writing this little thing, my love for Kris’ Flappers and Gangsters fanart was my muse. Hope you enjoy, and Happy Halloween!

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Emma Swan was cuddled against her pirate boyfriend’s side, his arm snuggled around her tightly.  Friday night, movie night, had become a somewhat regular occurrence in the Swan-Jones home, barring any disasters. The Land Without Magic had natural disasters, Storybrooke had magical disasters. She’d closed up the station at 8 o’clock on the dot, hoping for no interruptions after working hours.

“Bloody hell, they couldn’t drink, they couldn’t gamble, what was legal in this abhorrent era?”

She listened as Killian questioned the legitimacy of a dry society.  “Well, if you just sit back and watch, you’ll see that there is plenty of drinking and gambling, despite what we’ve seen in the first ten minutes.”

“Well, in that case, I think I should quite like this film.”

Emma had an affinity for mobster movies. They were one of her favorite genres, especially ones that took place in the 1920’s. “Good, because I love this movie.”

Killian glanced at her, noticing her intent focus. “What are these fellows called again?” he questioned.

“Mobsters, babe,” she answered.

“They appear to be pirates of a sort,” he added.

Emma giggled, “Yes, you could say that, I guess their version of swashbuckling would be racketeering, and their pillaging and plundering would be taking over the territory of rival gangs. You’re absolutely correct, babe, you’re going to love this movie.”

“Aye, land pirates indeed,” he smiled, “I must say, I am a fan of the apparel of these mobsters, they are quite dapper.”  

“The men did dress to the nines, I love 1920’s era style clothing,” she agreed dreamily, eyes still glued to the screen.

“These blokes have nothing on me in my leathers and you know it,” he scoffed.

“Don’t be jealous,” she teased, “you look dapper too.” She was trying to make light, but Emma had spent many years being insecure over different aspects of her life, and rightly so.  To see the great Killian Jones feeling insecure was still quite a shock, although she supposed he had just as many reasons to harbor insecurities, as she did. It was Captain Hook who’d never let that vulnerability show.  She knew that working through those insecurities together made their love stronger.

“Wait till you see how the ladies dressed back then,” she murmured, as an afterthought.

“So what did you think?” Emma asked eagerly, when the movie came to an end.

“You were right, I did find it quite appealing. I can respect a right vigilant group of lads fighting to keep the opposition. The outfits of the lasses were quite appealing, although they can’t hold a candle to you, love.”

“Okay, Romeo,” she rolled her eyes.

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Dinner at Betty’s

Hey Guys, here is a quick little one shot based on a prompt that was sent to my inbox. After the great response to my last fic, I am so nervous to put up another fic and that this will not live up to expectations.

PROMPT: I’ve been reading some of your Bughead stuff and they’re AMAZING. I was wondering if you could write a thing where Betty invites Jughead over dir dinner, but he doesn’t want to go because he’s absolutely terrified of Alice Copper. Thanks!


They were sitting on the same side of a booth at Pop’s something that had become a regular occurrence of late. She sipped on her strawberry milkshake while he ate his fries which she had bought them to share but didn’t seem hungry herself. She was instead staring at her own milkshake contemplating how she was going to tell him.

“You know I care for you right?” She looked up at him with such earnest that he now found himself concerned.

“Yeah”He replied slowly, cautious of where she was going to go with this. It sounded as though she was ramping up for something. His mind went to the most immediate and logical conclusion in his own mind. If she had something to tell him, something important it really could only be one thing.

‘Oh shit.’ It hit him like a freight train, she was breaking up with him. It had been a good run he reasoned in his head, he couldn’t expect it to last forever. It would be hard for him to watch her move on, to give her kisses and soft whispers to someone else, but he would endure it to keep her in his life. He would willingly pay that price.

“Oh god it’s not that bad” She stated looking at the disappointment that had washed over him

“It’s okay Betts really I understand.” He reached out to touch her shoulder, one last touch before he lost her forever.

“I haven’t even asked you yet.” She looked at him confused.

“Asked me?” Confusion replaced the look of disappointment on his face.

“Yeah Mum has been bugging me to invite you to dinner and I like you Juggie, a lot, actually and I didn’t want you to be put off, or think that it’s too soon.” She was rambling she knew she was rambling.

“Oh Betts, I thought that conversation was going a whole different direction.” Relief washed over him, before a whole new set of fears set in. Alice Cooper was one of the scariest people he had ever met.

“So you’ll come to dinner then?”

“Oh God no your mum scares the hell out of me.” He stated simply.

“Juggie come on. She’s not that bad.” She stopped considering the words that had just come out of her mouth. “Well actually yes she is, but my dad will be there too.” She added hopefully.

“Oh great.” He put his head in his hands, processing what she was asking of him. Not only did he have to face the dragon lady, but a dad who would want to protect his little girl after already having one an unwed mother.

“Please Juggie, isn’t this what we are expected to do now, that we are kind of, you know.” The label eluded her boyfriend and girlfriend didn’t quite seem to cover it.

“Betts, you remember breakfast right? She didn’t exactly greet me with open arms then and that was before I helped you to go see Polly. I think your mum disapproves.”

“Oh I know my mum disapproves.” Betty offered a smile his way. She had a rebellious streak in her that was only growing more and more and he had to admit he liked it. “Please Juggie, I’ll make it up to you.” And then she gave him the Disney princess eyes and he felt his resolve waning.

“I’m not getting out of this am I?” He looked into those big green eyes as her smile of success reached them and knew that he had never stood a chance.

“Nope.” She stated giving him a quick peck on the cheek signifying that she had won this little argument and that he had never stood a chance. With that she jumped up from her seat heading to the counter to settle the bill.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” He called out to her.


Here he stood on the welcome doormat on the doorway to hell, his finger hovering over the door bell. The things Betty could get him to do. Not much scared Jughead Jones, after the childhood that he had had but dinner with Alice Cooper was the stuff of nightmares.

He pressed the doorbell and waited. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was Betty who opened the door beaming at him.

“Didn’t know whether you may have had second thoughts and skipped town. ” She whispered the last part to him.

“Only for you.” He stepped through the door way and kissed her lightly on the lips. At the touch of his lips she wanted to melt into him. However she knew her mum would be keeping her eagle eyes on her from the kitchen.

“Jug-Head.” An involuntary shiver went through him. Alice Cooper eyed him from the kitchen. Scrutinizing him from where she stood, he felt like her eyes were boring into him and found himself wondering how his Betty had come from someone so close to the epitome of evil.

“Mrs Cooper.” He greeted her as formally as he could as per Betty’s instructions during their brief tutorial during lunch that day.

“Jug-Head” Every syllable was exaggerated as if every time she said his name she was pointing out the absurdness of it, like he didn’t already know. “I thought you were going to keep avoiding us, or has Betty warned you away from us?”

“Mum” Betty began to protest.

“I’ve been busy looking for a new job actually since the drive in went under.” He replied keeping his tone level, not allowing himself to give her any further ammunition.

“And spending a lot of time with our daughter?” Alice interjected. “This is an important year for Betty.” She started and he could feel a lecture coming his way.

Jughead looked back at the clock in the kitchen and willed it to speed up. He grit his teeth and prepared himself to hold his tongue for the majority of the night. But then he looked over at Betty and how much she needed him there how much she was seeking her mum’s approval and knew that he would be able to do it for her, only for her. She gave him a smile of sympathy and he decided right there that she was worth it, all of it.

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If the ask box is open how about tsuna xanxus and hibari's reaction of their daughter shooting them on their legs for cheating on their mother and making her sad

- There was something infinitely satisfying about writing this. Thanks, Anon. (^_^)v

~admin Adelheid


Clothes that reeked of wine and smoke and a body drenched in another woman’s perfume. It had become such a regular occurrence now that no one batted an eyelash at him anymore. Not that anyone would dare. 

Tsuna tossed his suit jacket to his butler as per usual before entering his study to get some cognac before bed. It had been a satisfying night filled with fun and entertainment. The woman who came on to him at the bar was pretty frisky too. All in all it was a pretty enjoyable evening.

Until he entered his study and got a hole in the leg.


The sound echoed in the entire mansion like thunder and Gokudera rushed in, leading Tsuna’s bodyguards, guns at the ready, prepared to shoot the bastard who dared harm their Boss. But they all stopped when they all saw who was holding the smoking gun. It was hard to miss the glowing golden eyes of the twelve year old girl who looked like the feminine version of her father.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BRAT?!” Hayato exploded. He would have walked over and cuffed the girl on the back of the head if it weren’t for the fact that she was still holding the business end of that gun straight at her father. “WHAT THE FUCK?! WERE YOU SO STUPID YOU FORGOT TO PUT THE SAFETY ON?! You! Call the Lawn-head! Tell him there’s been an accident!”

But something in your eyes told Tsuna this was anything but an accident. There was something dead serious in the eyes of the daughter he loved very much. It was there in the tearstains on her cheeks. In the utter sadness and rage he could see in his little girl’s eyes. But the thing that caught him the most was the utter exhaustion in those eyes that were the mirror image of his.

“Darling?” he started warily, trying to stand up. “Sweetie..? What’s wrong?”

“Mamma tried to kill herself today,” you replied as you leaned against his desk gingerly, gun still in your hands, steady and trained to shoot. “I hope you’re happy.”

The words froze Tsuna and Hayato. A child your age would have should have sounded hysterical and in a panic. Not this exhausted, nor this derisive.

“I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up,” you continued in a sigh, the dim light treating them to the sight of dark circles under your eyes. “I called Uncle Hayato and he said you were busy but it was pretty easy to figure out from the noise in the background that you were in a bar again.”

“Honey, that’s not true, Papa was work―”

“Shut up before I shoot your other leg.” You cut him off.

Tsuna stayed quiet.

Gokudera, however bristled. “HEY, BRAT! THAT’S NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR FATHER!”

“Oh shut up, Uncle Hayato, you’re as guilty as he is because you always let him do whatever he wants. My mother trying to kill herself earlier is as much your fault as it is his.”

The bomber’s jaw clamped shut at the tired but firm words.

“Honey, you don’t understand,” Tsuna tried again. “You’re still too young―”

“I’m old enough to know that you’re acting like a pig, Papa.” Again Tsuna gaped at his daughter’s words and how you dared to utter words that would have gotten other people killed already just by muttering them. “I still love you despite all that. You’re the only father I’ve got. Despite all your faults you’re good to me and that’s fine. What I can’t understand is how you can’t even find the courtesy to at least check your pockets for other women’s panties before you come back home. Seriously, is that too much to ask for? Mamma was okay living in denial until she saw one of the maids pull your whore’s underwear out of your pants pocket. She gave everyone a smile, made sure we had dinner then locked herself in her room to overdose on her anti-depressants. It’s a good thing Aunt Chrome came by. She knew somehow. She’s with Mamma at the hospital right now. I wanted to stay but she told me to get some rest.

Tsuna swallowed, shame climbing into his throat and blocking his breathing.

You sighed, a tear chasing down your cheek but you hurriedly wiped it away with the back of your hand. The sight broke Tsuna’s heart. “Did you ever love my mother?”

“Of course I did.” Tsuna quickly replied.

The smile you gave him was half amused, half sorrowful. “Did?”

Silence fell in the room and made the air thick with its presence. Tsuna didn’t know what to say. When did he stop loving his wife? He wasn’t sure himself. All he knew was that her neediness, her meekness, her doll like obedience was not something he had wanted for a lifetime partner.

“If you want to shoot me because of this then go ahead, Papa, it’s fine. Just tell Mamma it was an accident.” you gave him a soft smile before leaving the gun on the table and walking away from it. “You should take him to the hospital before be bleeds out, Uncle Hayato, Uncle Ryohei went back to Japan this morning to meet his wife. Try to see Mamma while you’re there. I’m sure she’ll worry about you. Good night.”

Neither men made a move to stop you and listened to your footsteps until they were gone. After a while Tsuna sighed and combed his fingers through his hair tiredly. He cannot dispute his own daughter’s words. Sometimes it still surprised him just how innocent his child could be. How right she could be. How tainted he was compared to his dear innocent child.

“Well?” the don asked on a sigh. “What do you think of my daughter, Hayato?”

The Storm user winced as he inspected his Boss’ wound. “She made sure the bullet went through muscles and not the bone. I say as expected of someone trained by Reborn, Boss.”

“Good. Then maybe she’ll be a better Donna than I am at being a Don.”









Xanxus scowled after you as you stomped out the door of his office in fury, Storm Flames disintegrating things left and right. Squalo didn’t even bat an eyelash at your furious face and destructively dramatic exit. As soon as he saw his bleeding Boss he sighed at the sight of the blood.

“Voi. This is why I fucking tell you to stop getting so fucking buzzed in the strip bars. She’s going to be fifteen soon. You really want to have her kill you one day?”

“Shut the fuck up. She’s just a brat, she doesn’t know I only married her mother because my old man told me to. I’m going to do what I want to do and that’s the end of it. Now go get the fucking peacock. I think the bullet’s still in there.”


Kyouya didn’t even think of dodging. He had come home late that night and found nothing amiss in his den. So when he saw you in his bedroom he suspected nothing.

Until the brat pulled out a gun and shot him in the leg.

He glared at you even as he stood absolutely still and straight, blood running down his leg.

“Pup,” he growled quietly at you. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Herbivore.” Was the equally cold reply.

Kyouya’s eyes narrowed at the insult. “What did you call me?”

“Herbivore.” You raised your chin at him defiantly.

Kyouya frowned. “Watch your mouth, pup. I have yet to see you best me in the dojo. Do not think that just because you have a gun in your hand that you can overpower me.”

You don’t answer and instead throw a thick envelope at his feet, spilling the contents on the carpet. Hibari frowned to see they were pictures. His eyes widened when he saw it was pictures of him and a certain geisha he had taken a liking to recently. The pictures were fairly recent. And quite explicit.

“I was playing with Hibird when I found Mother throwing them away.” Your voice was clear but quiet, and the tremor in it, although faint and would have been undetectable by others was something Kyouya cannot ignore. “According to the letter this woman wants Mother to pay her money to keep your relationship with her quiet or she will post the pictures on the internet.”

Kyouya’s mouth felt as though it had been glued shut. He didn’t know what to say.

“Father,” your quiet voice and troubled eyes made the Foundation leader clench his teeth tight in an effort to fight the shame at the thought that his own daughter had witnessed such a flaw from him. “Is this the honor that I will have to live by? When I marry… Will I be treated the same way by my husband?”

Kyouya’s eyes flashed at the very thought. He would slaughter any man who would treat his daughter in such a way!

“This makes me feel… emotional. I do not like it. I do not wish to keep seeing Mother drowning in her tears. I felt so emotional I even harmed you. Perhaps I should not feel too much, Father, but I cannot help it. I shall go and call Kusakabe to provide you with medical aid.” You put the gun down on the bed and started towards the bedroom’s door. As you pass him by, though, you couldn’t resist one more parting shot. “Father… You disappoint me.”

The closing of his bedroom door sounded like thunder in Kyouya’s ears. He stayed in the same position, wallowing in guilt and shame as he stared at the now bloody photos on the floor.

When Kusakabe found him the man gasped and immediately called for a medical kit. When he saw the pictures even his second in command looked away in shame.


“Yes, Kyo-san?”

“The woman seeks to blackmail me.”

“What should we do?”

“Gather all the data she has. Then burn her to the ground.”

You ever see a shitty fucking pro-Trump bumper sticker on a car in a parking lot and just think about the keys in your pocket and scraping off that sticker and fucking up their whole damn paint job? Maybe getting back in your car and “accidentally” ramming into them? But you just gotta keep walking and tell yourself “not today, Satan?”

{{Quick fic I wrote after finishing my Christmas Eve festivities. A Coldflash Christmas, featuring a made-up Christmas gift and a smirking Leonard Snart. Doesn’t really follow what’s happening in the show, and I don’t care, haha. Not proofread, sorry! *Also contains a solid layer of cheese.}} 

“Spending Christmas Eve in the lab? Doesn’t sound very… Team Flash.” Snart’s voice drawled from the doorway and Barry rolled his eyes.

“Evil doesn’t rest.”

“Riiight.” Snart let himself in, shrugging off his parka. It had become a regular occurrence over the past few months, him coming to STAR Labs unannounced, now that he was doing his part to help the Flash. 

Barry sighed, his head hanging. “Iris is with Eddie and his family, Joe’s with his girlfriend, Caitlin went to visit with her Mom, Cisco is with his family, and–”

“–And you’re fighting crime?”

“Exactly.” Barry sat back in his chair, eyes closed. “I thought it would be a little bit busier on Christmas Eve.”

“If you want I can go rob a bank or something.”

Barry sat up, laughing, the hint of sadness in his eye fading. “Funny, Snart.” He spun in his chair to face the elder man, who was leaning against a desk not far away, making himself comfortable. “What are you doing here, Snart?”

“Well I came here to mope, but I see that it’s already been claimed.” Barry rolled his eyes and Snart smirked, crossing the floor in a few quick strides. “Here,” Snart’s blue eyes dropped to his feet and Barry swore he saw blush on the man’s cheeks as he reached inside the deep pocket of the parka and produced a gift, setting it on the desk in front of Barry and tossing his parka over chair.

“Wha–? You got me a present?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I’m a jolly person.” Snart smirked again and Barry laughed, taking the gift from the desk.

He turned it around his hands a few times, shaking it softly, much to Snart’s amusement. Slowly he plucked off the big, blue bow and undid the silver wrapping. Whatever it was had been tucked inside a box and Barry tore that apart, too, careful to take his time instead of just speeding through it. “A new notepad,” Barry grinned, turning it over in his hands. “Thanks, Snart. I always tear through these–”

“–Open it up, Barry.”

Barry was surprised at the use of his name and slowly opened the cover. His eyes scanned the page and he felt his heart race as he recognized the hand-writing. He read over the first sentence several times before turning wide eyes to Snart. “This is my Dad’s handwriting.”

“Yeah… Your Dad and I, we met in prison a few times. He was a good man. He gave me this, told me I needed it, and I did. But I think you need it more, now.” Snart explained, shrugging, trying to act as though the whole thing was nothing. 

He was surprised when he felt Barry’s arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you,” He whispered, and Snart felt warm tears against his shoulder. Snart knew it was a wild mix of emotions and he wrapped his arms around Barry, holding him as the tears softly fell, as Barry bunched his hands into the fabric of Snart’s shirt.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Barry said as he pulled back, blinking his eyes a few times and wiping away a stray tear.

Snart laughed softly, there arms still resting against each other. “That’s where you’re wrong, Scarlet,” He smiled, looking at Barry’s bright eyes, the ones that had always looked at him as though he was worth something. “You have given me everything.” 

torilovelytop  asked:

Hi!I was wondering if u could do 21 and 11 with clint barton?thank u!

11. “Sorry I woke you up.” +
21. “I knew I’d find you here.”- Clint Barton

Waking up to an empty bed had become a regular occurrence since the battle of New York. You’d fall asleep happily wrapped in your boyfriends arms, only to wake up cold and alone. There was one spot your sharpshooter boyfriend would always go on nights like these… the roof.

Tugging on a jumper and some fluffy socks, you headed up to the roof of your apartment building, hoping to tempt Clint down with the promise of hot coffee and a netflix marathon. Opening the heavy door, you immediately spotted the familiar cropped hair of your favourite hawk.

Walking over, you took a seat on the cold ground beside him, gently nudging his shoulder with yours, letting him know to turn his hearing aid on. “Hey.” You whispered after he fiddled with the purple device, “I knew I’d find you here.”

“Sorry I woke you up.” He replied, voice gravelly from where he’d obviously just woken up himself.

“I told you, I don’t mind waking up for you. Nightmare again?” You asked, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.

“Yeah.”He breathed, scowling out at the city lights.

“If I ever see that Loki, I’m gonna kick his ass.” You muttered, a smile tugging at your lips as Clint let out a chuckle.

“Get in line.” He smirked, draping an arm around your shoulders as he dropped a kiss to your forehead.

“How about we go cuddle on the sofa, I started a pot of coffee and I know you really wanted to see the new serous of Arrested Development.” You smiled, leaning against his side.

“Sounds perfect.” He smiled, helping up up before grabbing your hand and heading back to your shared apartment.

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anonymous asked:

49, jungkook please? (i mean that is, if you write for him-)

I got carried away…

“I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”

Lips pressed hungrily to your throat, teeth bruising your flesh as Jungkook left hues of blue and purple in his path down your skin. The movie flickered unwatched by the two of you, yet the other six pairs of eyes were glued to the action thriller that played loudly throughout the room.

Annual movie nights had become a regular occurrence in the small dorm, and the fact that you were now included every Saturday night left you feeling accomplished with yourself. Of course your plus one never made it easy for you, always seeing how far he could push you until the title of the movie itself was long erased from your memory.

“Stop it Jungkook, not here.”

He was stubborn and your voice fell on deaf ears, your demand earning you a soft suck to the junction of your neck, pulse beating heavily under his tongue.

“You know you like it, don’t lie to me.”

Soft hands ran up under your shirt, fingertips dancing across your stomach and over your hips as you fought back the whimpers willing to escape. The blood running through your veins was filled with adrenaline, igniting a heat inside of you that only he could put out. Only he himself could satisfy you in every sense, and you felt your resolve slowly fading away with every gentle touch he placed upon you.

“What if they catch us?”

He smirked, a smug grin of defiance gracing his features, the look that had gotten you both into trouble many times before. Without hesitance and an annoying ounce of confidence, Jungkook was pushing his hand down the front of your pajama shorts, cupping your sex with his skilled fingers. Your eyes going wide in shock, genuinely surprised at the brash action of your lover.

All it took was his two fingers sliding into you ever so easily, curling against that one spot that made you weak in the knees and completely compliant to him every time. You grasped his wrist in a firm hold as he worked you closer with every thrust of his digits, thumb finding its place on your clit, swirling in lazy circles as you pressed your mouth to his in hopes of stifling your moans.

“Oh fuck, please..”

Everything else faded into nothingness, until only the sensations of Jungkook and the pleasure he gave you remained. You could hardly remember your own name as he sped up his movements, biting down on your bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth while demanding that you come over his fingers.

Which you did, as you let out a groan mixed with his name loud enough to completely catch the attention of the rest of the room.

“Yah! Are you really fingering your girl right in front of us?” The exasperated voice of Yoongi himself was heard, the rest of the room looking at you with mouth’s hung open and eyes of jealous lust swirling in their depths.

You had hardly caught your breath when his fingers started up again, a cry escaping you from the over-stimulation on your part, but only an evil chuckle was heard from Jungkook, thumb once again finding its place on your clit.

“S-stop, they… they’re watching..”

“I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”

And he truly didn’t, especially as he got you off another two times with six pairs of eyes watching you fall apart each time, wondering how their bratty maknae got so damn lucky.

anonymous asked:

Jun + 40 please?

40. First time giving a handjob
Sorry for the delay, but I hope you like this! ❤︎

A few months into your relationship with Jun, it had become a fairly regular occurrence for you to feel a little (not very little, really) something pressing against whatever part of your body, let it be your arm by accident in the morning, your thigh while you made out or your lower back if you were spending the night at his and he came to bed only a few moments before you fell asleep.

You had known each other for a couple of months prior to making your relationship official so you were by no means strangers anymore, but you had yet to feel a hundred percent ready to have sex with him, which he understood and which was exactly why he would, most of the time, just give you a quick peck to your forehead and mumble that he had to take care of something (and then spend a good ten minutes in the bathroom, all too obviously jacking off).

So all in all it wasn’t all that surprising when you felt his growing bulge pressing into your thigh when you were making out on the couch in Jun’s living room, his hand squeezing your ass and his lips hungry on yours as you exchanged saliva and explored each other’s mouths with your tongues, and it was even less surprising when you felt the familiar heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. You pulled away from Jun and licked your lips, slowly moving your hand from his hair to his hip, your thumb meaningfully inching a little closer to his crotch.

“Come on, let me help you out,” you whispered to his ear and swallowed hard as you moved your hand a little, now feeling his bulge clearly under your hand. He shuddered and you gave his earlobe a gentle nibble with your lips. “I’m tired of you always disappearing to take care of it on your own… Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to just hear you moaning, grunting, calling my name, and knowing that it could as well be me doing that instead?”

“Probably very,” Jun grinned despite your question not even needing an answer, only to hiss when you pressed your hand better against his hard-on. You nodded.

“So, please?” you pleaded, moving away enough to look at Jun with as much of puppy eyes as you could muster, while slowly starting an attempt to unbutton his jeans with one hand. You could see his Adam’s apple bob at the action, and he gave in at the latest when you had managed to slip your hand into his jeans and were palming him through his boxers.

Ah, fuck– yes, please.”

You bit your lower lip in excitement and shifted so that you could get Jun’s jeans and boxers low enough for his cock to spring free. Jun let his head fall back against the top of the backrest. He was warm and hard in your hand, much to your surprise, and the mere sight of him in all his glory had you gulping; it all was so different from what you had imagined.

Jun tried to even down his rapid heartbeat and looked at your slightly perplexed expression, his cheeks tinted a shade of pink and his length aching for you to move your hand. “Have you ever had a cock in your hand before?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you shook your head. Jun grinned a little, bringing a hand to cover yours on himself and slowly starting to move it up from where it rested at the base of his cock. He grunted at both the friction and the feeling of your soft hand moving on him, and you had barely finished one full pump under his administrations when he bucked his hips up already.

“Needy?” you asked teasingly, holding him more firmly in your hand, now a bit more confident than earlier, and twisted your wrist a little. Jun took in a sharp breath and nodded.

“I haven’t gotten laid in months and you’re so hot and damn your hand feels so good,” he said under his breath, locking his eyes with yours. Your heart fluttered a little at the latter part of his sentence, but you could also feel how wet you were getting. “Like I’ve said, I’ll wait until you’re ready, but god it’s difficult.”

You licked your lips and scooted closer to Jun, your thighs pressed together tightly. “Keep going, I’m interested.”

He let out a strangled moan as you slowly slid your thumb over the tip of his cock, and you could soon feel his hand grab your thigh, as though for some sort of support, which only made your arousal worse. “You know how you sometimes moan when you’re eating something you find really delicious?” You nodded, your lips parted as you waited for him to continue, your hand moving slowly on his cock while you still got used to both the movement and feeling. Jun grinned. “I wonder if you’d moan the same way when I eat you out.”

A quiet moan left your lips and you pressed your thighs together even tighter, trapping Jun’s fingers between them and making him raise his eyebrows in surprise. Sensing that he was about to say something witty, you whined. “Don’t even start. I’m horny, too, okay? You’re practically sex on legs and you know it, and I just…”

Jun could feel just how badly you were wavering in the sloppiness of the pumps of your fist, and he squeezed your thigh a bit more while a grin took over his features again. “Can’t wait to hop on this dick?”

Biting your lip, you nodded and tried to steady your hand as you stroked Jun, your thumb teasing the head of his length every time you brought your hand up his shaft at the fairly slow pace of yours. “Uhhuh.”

He grinned and, moving his arm around your shoulders and bringing his hand from your thigh to your breast, leaned to your ear. “Remember that it’s all yours whenever you want to take that step.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded and spoke before bringing your lips to Jun’s. “I will.”

Your kisses were full of hunger; full of the knowledge that Jun was hard and heavy in your hand, largely due to you; full of the knowledge that if you had wanted, you could’ve just gotten rid of a few pieces of clothing and sat down on him. You didn’t waver enough to actually do that, though, but it sure as hell did add to the passion of your lips moving against his and your hand stroking him steadily, moving with ease with all the pre-cum that was now smeared along his shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” Jun mumbled shakily against your lips and bucked his hips up, his hand squeezing your breast snugly and his teeth nibbling lightly on your lower lip. You held him a bit tighter and focused more on the upper part of his length, teasing the head and the underside of his shaft. “Almost there.”

You were amazed with how Jun’s breathing got faster and heavier, quiet moans slipping through his lips, his hand shaky and his hips bucking into your hand more frequently, leading up to the moment he finally let out a satisfied groan, a hushed profanity and finally an “I love you so much” as his release covered your fingers and his hand finally fell down from your chest.

Taking in a deep breath, you slowly moved your gaze from his cock to his sated expression, his mouth open as he panted and his eyes barely open, darker than usual as he looked at you.

“Do you need some help, too?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, moving his eyes to your lower body. You bit your lip and gave him a slow nod, building up the courage to say what you wanted.

“You said you were wondering about something that had to do with my moans?” you asked, voice small, and gasped when Jun grinned and brought his hand high up on your thigh, giving you a reassuring squeeze that made you feel both calm and extremely impatient.

“I sure do.”

Once you had cleaned up quickly, you found yourself on your back on the couch, your legs open and around Jun’s head while his tongue and lips explored your wetness for the very first time; the feeling was overwhelming and it took you an almost shockingly short time to reach your peak, your hands tight and shaky in Jun’s hair while his name left your lips in a quiet whisper one time after another.

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Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Can you make an imagine based on infinity by one direction? you can choose whichever boy suits it 😊

How many nights does it take to count the stars? That’s the time it would take to fix my heart, Oh, baby, I was there for you. All I ever wanted was the truth, yeah, yeah.

Breaks up whether they were amicable or not were still hard to deal with, especially if it was with someone who was not only a very close friend to begin with, but also someone you know you’ll see around on a regular occurrence.
You got flooded with questions about what had happened, it broke your own heart in two that you had to end it with Stiles but the relationship had started to fade, and communication had become non-existent. The weight of the supernatural world and wanting to solve every mystery just seemed to always come first for Stiles, and you understood, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Constant stake outs, tailing, figuring out the missing piece of the puzzle you were there during all of it. When Stiles had panic attacks, when he was frustrated that a lead ended up being a dead end or when he was just tired from the day you made sure to always be by his side. And the one thing that you and him swore upon, was to always tell the truth…to be completely honest.

But that seemed to slip his mind because you had found he hadn’t been fully honest. It roughly begun when Scott and the pack was successful in turning Malia back into a human. Even though it wasn’t Stiles responsibility he still took in upon himself, to help her adjust to life. Things were fine, until you had this feeling that Malia was looking at Stiles in a different way. She was looking at him the way you did, and that scared you. Malia was a friend one that had to overcome hardships and she needed that person to lean on, although you wondered why it had to be Stiles.

Stiles had convinced you that nothing was going on between them, he put your worries at ease which you were thankful for. Looking back at it now, it all seemed a bit silly. Malia and you had become close and you had no doubt in your mind, that she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Stiles.

That was an old problem that got resolved, but now sitting in Stiles room courtesy of the Sheriff letting you in, it was way past the time he said he’ll be home and you were starting to get extremely worried. You tried his cell and nothing, no answer whatsoever. Pacing and panic were right now your two best friends tonight, and sitting on his bed that anxious feeling like something is wrong wouldn’t die down.

You jumped up when you heard his footsteps come down the hallway, you would recognize Stiles coming from a mile away even if you didn’t see who it was just by the way he walked. The door opened and your boyfriend didn’t have his usually smile plastered on his face. He looked worried, upset and rattled.

“Stiles, are you okay?” you asked your tired-eyed boyfriend who looked utterly surprised to see you.

“What are you doing here?” he ignored your question and replaced his answer with his own question.

Looking at him, it seemed like he had ran a marathon. His shirt was slightly dirty as well as his hands. “I told you I was coming over after I helped Scott, and you said that it would be okay. Your dad let me in. What happened to you?”.

Moving closer, he backed away and the hurt in your eyes was evident. His face softened a bit when he saw how his reaction to you coming closer affected you. But even that wasn’t enough to pull you closer, or tell you that he was sorry.

“I’m tired, can I just see you at school tomorrow?”. He moved past you, across to the other side of his room.

“That would be fine on any other day, expect you look scared out of your mind. Like something happened that you weren’t expecting. Stiles, talk to me?”.

“I don’t want to talk about it okay!”

You flinched at him raising his voice, he didn’t do it often….if at all. And that made you even more worried at what he went through tonight.

“I have held my tongue because I don’t want to start an argument with you. And I know Stiles that all this supernatural crap is taken a toll on everyone, but when my boyfriend ignores the one rule we both said we would honor throughout this relationship, no matter how hard it can be, breaks it because he thinks not being honest is protecting me…I have a right to ask questions.”

He sighed, “I can’t talk right now. I’m sorry”.

The photo of the two of you caught your eye, it was sitting on the corner of his desk framed in a simple black, wooden frame. That photo reminded you of the time where things were simple, and the only time when Stiles will ever lie to you was if he wanted to surprise you.

“You can’t talk or you won’t talk, whichever it is…is not helping this relationship. I’ve been there for you Stiles, and I love you. But from finding out about supernatural creatures, worrying about if a coyote who just turned into a human would make some sort of move on you, to this…to you coming home looking frantic as hell, like you just broke the law or something”.

Trying once again you took a few steps closer to him, “I dealt with coming to terms with the idea that werewolves and other creatures existed, I learned to be okay with Malia getting attached to you, but I can’t be okay with you lying to me again. I want to help you Stiles, I want you to know that if you’re ever in trouble or if things get way too hard to handle, that you can come to me”.

Tears started to form in his eyes, and it killed you to see him like this and not having any idea what caused it. “I’m right here, I’m right in front of you I’m begging you to just talk to me…let me in”.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his shirt before looking up at you again. “I wish I could tell you, but if I do I know you won’t look at me the same way again”. That sentence broke your heart, he had that little faith in you?

“Stiles I will look at you the same way I always do, with love. Whatever happened tonight, whatever you had to do or were forced to do, trust me to help you get through it”.

Their was a long pause, then Stiles finally spoke. “I’m sorry…I-I just can’t”

Apart of you had hoped he had enough trust in you to tell the truth. Relationships weren’t easy but trying to make one last, in a town that made it that much harder to be in one was exhausting. Placing your right hand on his chest, you felt his heartbeat, granted it was going a million miles per hour. You removed your hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe in other lifetime you would have told me what happened, and in that lifetime I would have stood by you just like in this one. I love you Stiles Stilinski, and whatever demons you’re facing I want you to know that you are stronger than them. You’re a survivor, you’ve survived so much already and I believe you’ll get through this too”.

You debated with yourself whether or not to kiss him, because you weren’t sure if you would ever have that chance again. But deciding against it, you gave him one final look before walking out his door, closing it behind you it took everything to not burst back in there. However you couldn’t, and whatever Stiles was going through as much as you wanted to be there for him, that was near impossible if he wasn’t going to let you in.


Xiumin: It had become a regular occurrence for you to slip on one of Xiumin’s sweater or tanks when you were too lazy to take your clothes out of the dryer. Although this had to be the best one yet. Xiumin could not stop laughing as you try to mimic the Love Me Right dance in Xiumin’s cowboy outfit. 

Luhan: This hoe would be so turned on by the sight of you wearing one of his Luhan logo sweaters that he would corner you and guide you towards the bedroom. 

Kris: How could Kris not find this the best thing in the world when you were stumbling around in his sweatpants? I don’t think you could find a bigger pair of sweatpants if you tried. Which is completely fine with Kris because he was not going to let you wear anything else to bed now.   

Lay: The two of you had been walking around one of the thousands of shopping centers when you finally founded the restaurant you had been looking for. They had some of the best Korean beef and you were picking up an order for you and Lay. Of course Lay was a gentleman and suggested he carry it as you walked ahead of him to keep a clear path for your boyfriend. It wasn’t until the wind picked up and blew your shirt around that Lay noticed it. “Jagi, are you wearing my sh-”, Lay said before getting whacked in the face with the container cover.  

Suho: Suho would be so satisfied at how beautiful you looked wearing his white button up over your underwear with one of his ties loosely around your neck. “Jagiya, get over here now.” 

Chen: Chen would just be super excited and happy that the two of you had decided to switch clothes for a day. Watching you shuffle in his too big shoes and your feet covered in piglet socks kept popping out made Chen’s Cheshire cat smile grow. 

Chanyeol: The minute you walked out of the bathroom in Chanyeol’s white tee that hung past your knees, you would jump back in fear at the loud noise coming from the living room. Creeping over you would see ChanKai gossiping loudly at how adorable you looked. 

Baekhyun: *Pervy Thoughts* 

D.O: “D.O, let’s go before traffic builds up!” You yell as you wrap your scarf around your neck. “Jagi, is that my jacket?” Kyungsoo would ask in confusion as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Yeah, it is! It’s perfect that you’re small enough that I can fit your clothes. Perfect couple!!!” Kyungsoo would slowly shift into Satansoo on the drive to dinner. 

Tao: This goes one of two ways.

One: Tao finds you undeniable cute walking around in his big grey sweater; unable to stop himself from giggling. 

Two: Or Tao would be his usually self and just look at you like, “Hunty, we all know I wore it better.”

Kai: “Babe!” Kai called out in frustration as you rounded the corner in one of his buttoned shirts. “What is it Kai?” You would ask worried. Kai would come up to you to hold you close. “You know I love seeing you in my clothes, but that shirt is for the dogs. Remember? Your pile and theirs.” Kai would explained as he pulled out his sewing machine. 

Sehun: “Oh, you think you can pull that off better than me?” 

I had a lot of fun making this, like always, so I hope you enjoyed it!!!

- Admin Jade

Arranged Marriage: Sehun Edition. Part 10

Here it iiis!

Desclaimer: So people, I am so sorry for not posting for so long, but I had the most important exams of my life and I also procrastinated a lot, but now it’s summer and I also remembered why I love writing so much so expect at least two updates from me every week! <3

Warning: More angst, more fluff, a long ramble from Sehun and how his life before marrying and more angst. enjoy <3

Originally posted by laygion

(imagine this gif in the middle (you’ll know when) and it will become 100 times better believe me<3)

PART 1 |PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7| PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10 | PART 11


“Have fake marriages become such a frequency that we don’t react even if it’s happening right in front of our eyes? Has it become a regular occurrence to be married because of money, fame, business? If not, then why is it that we decide to close our eyes, even if it’s obvious that CEO Oh Sehun didn’t marry by love? Or is it the other way around? Is the CEO’s wife being forced into this so called marriage?”

I closed my laptop with a loud thump, refusing to read any further. New articles were being released almost every day about my marriage and the subject was the same in every single one of them.

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Late Nights (Sam Drake x Reader)

A/N: So this is kinda my first time writing something like this, so please forgive me if this sucks. I hope I did some justice to Sam Drake, I tried to make it cute and all but probably failed miserably. Please show mercy..and uh I guess enjoy.

Tonight was no different than any other night, you stayed up late working on your laptop once again. This has become a regular occurrence since you were constantly busy trying to find clues to Avery’s treasure.

Although to the initial protest from Sam, you managed to convince him to let you tag along to this wild treasure hunt along with him and Nate. It was no secret that this wasn’t exactly the safest of jobs, but you couldn’t just sit still and stay at home because you knew that the worrying would soon completely consume you. So deciding to come along was the best decision, or at least you thought so. This would also mean that you got to spend more time with Sam.

Sam. Ever since meeting him you just couldn’t take your eyes off him, there was something about him that completely drew you in, you fell hard for him. It reminded you of all the things he does that makes you love him even more. May it be the way he always smiles at you, oh ever so sweetly, or the way he brushes his fingers through your hair so gently whilst kissing you.

Just thinking about all the little things he does made your insides feel so warm and fuzzy. You just couldn’t help but love this man.

Your fingers no longer working on the laptop, you were in such a complete daze thinking about Sam that you hadn’t noticed the figure creeping up behind you. Not a second had passed, you felt two strong, muscular hands wrap around your shoulders pulling you in closer into his chest, leaning over to give you a sweet kiss on your neck.

“What are you thinking about?” Sam asked whilst still holding you closely, you could feel his warm breath tickle your neck which made you shiver inside.

Still leaning into his chest you reply to him, “You, silly!” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“Oh is that so?” He leaned in a little closer and started showering your neck with some light kisses, his smile was obvious.

Letting this moment last just a little bit longer, you slowly grasp free from his hold to get up from your sitting positing and turning around to look at Sam. Seeing his face bruised and grazed with cuts, you couldn’t help but become worried again, which was evidently shown on your face.

Picking up on the change of your demeanour, Sam changes his tone to a more serious one, “What’s the matter sweetheart?” he asks concerned.

“It’s just…” you trail off for a bit before continuing, “All this, what we are doing, I can’t help but worry!” you gesture to Sam.

“Hey now, there’s nothing to worry about (Y/N).” Sam reassures you, stepping closer to close the distance between the two of you.

Still not convinced you continue, “I’m worried that one of these days something bad is going to happen to you, and there won’t be a way to come back from it!” The last part you almost blurted out.

You feel your cheeks rise up with heat and your eyes beginning to water. You can’t help but look down at your hands which are clasped together, starting to fidget with your fingers. This is not how you wanted to say it, you definitely didn’t want to get emotional over this but you couldn’t help it anymore.

Whilst trying to hold in your tears and looking down at your hands, you hadn’t noticed that Sam had closed the little remaining space between the two of you. Moving his hand to gently cup your face, he softly brushes his thumb across your cheek lifting your face to look at him.

His eyes looking deeply into yours, just seeing the way he is you can’t hold in your tears anymore, you realise how much this means to him. Tears sliding down your cheek, you could hardly get any words out, “Sam, I’m sorry I didn’t mea-”.

Not being able to finish off your sentence, you feel his lips pressed against yours. Deepening the kiss, his thumb moving across your cheek wiping away the tears, almost as if everything in the world was right again.

Pulling away from the kiss, Sam finally speaks up, “I’m the one who should be sorry (Y/N), I shouldn’t have dragged you into all of this.” He says apologetically.

“No Sam, you never dragged me into anything it was by my own choice I am here” This time you reassured him.

You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him placing your head on his chest. “I love you Sam” you whisper into his chest whilst feeling his heart beating rhythmically along with his breathing.

Placing his arms around your shoulders and resting his head on top of yours you hear him almost quietly say “I love you too (Y/N)”.

That night, both of you stood there in the middle of the room holding each other closely. Even with the uncertainty of the future, you knew that this treasure hunt wasn’t going to last forever, and that these late nights spent with Sam made it all worth it. That is when you knew you had made the right decision, the decision of coming along with him.

AU where Dean’s a cop and Castiel is a private detective, and they always find themselves working on the same case, generally getting up in each other’s faces because Cas knows that the police are fucking useless and Dean thinks that the pretentious detective-dickhead-in-a-trench-coat needs to stop interfering with the law and mind his own fucking business. Somehow, extremely competitive and far-too-frequent angry sex ensues with name-calling becoming a regular occurrence (because neither of them will admit it, but the arguing really turns them on).

You and Me

Bucky x Reader

Requested by @sexyvixen7: Song fic based on ‘You and Me’ by Lifehouse (listen). I skipped a couple choruses out because it would have been repetitive. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: fluffffff

Word count: 1380

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can’t keep up and I can’t back down
I’ve been losing so much time

You wake suddenly, startled by the muffled shouts coming from the adjoining bedroom. It’s Bucky. In the weeks since he had moved in this had become something of a regular occurrence. You made it your job to soothe him in the aftermath of his nightmares as Natasha had done for you many years ago.

His eyes are wide and disorientation is plainly written across his features. 

“Where am I? Get away from me. Who are you?” he scrambles away, backing into the corner of the room. 

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Katari: Hey guys! How- WOAH!

Shelley: Mel, I think I broke him.

Katari: Your hair! It’s so weird!

Shelley: Yeah well, look who’s talking, you have green spots on your face and your hair is the colour of poop.

Melanie laughed. This friendly teasing had become a regular occurrence between Shelley and Katari.

Katari: Well, your hair has the same colour now.

Shelley: Ha! Touché, Kate.. touché.

Request: Hi, would you write a next gen imagine, where the reader is from a different school from America, but is at hogwarts for the Trinwizard torment or something, and Louis Weasley likes her but some of his cousins/siblings don’t and they’re kinda cold towards her??? Sorry, I know it’s specific….

A/N Sorry I kinda changed it but I hope you like it?! Thanks for the request.

First day nerves had become a regular occurrence with you, this was the third new school you had started at in 3 years. In America, your home country there was a wizarding war on and schools where being shut down like nobody’s business. This was what had happened to your first school, and then your second. Now your parents had decided to send you abroad, to England, and here you were, on your first day, completely alone.

You sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and sipped, anxiously, at your Pumpkin Juice. You had taken care to place yourself far away from others, not realising that the gap would soon be filled. In walked two haughty, although admittedly stunning, girls followed by a boy who could only be their younger brother. The three of them had strawberry blond hair and piercing blue eyes and were coming towards you, oh no.

“Is anyone sitting here?” Asked the boy, politely. The taller of the two girls rolled her eyes.
“Just sit down, Louis.” She instructed and turned to a dark haired boy next to her and asked “Albus, how is Uncle Harry at the Auror’s Office?” The boy, Albus, looked somewhat irritated.
“Fine, nothing new since the last time you asked.” He shrugged.
“Okay.” Then, without warning she turned to you. “Our family is all war heroes, did you know that?” She there was more than pride in her voice, it was almost a hint of bragging.
“That’s brilliant. Which war?” You said curtly, suddenly very conscious of the fact that your accent stood out like a sore thumb. You were met with a shriek of laughter.
“Did you hear that, Dominique?” She paused to let out another cackle. “Which war!” You sighed.
“There has been more than one war.” You informed her. Again she seemed amused.
“But only one worth talking about.”

Thinking of the friends and family you’d lost in the past few years, you felt your cocky façade fade. Only one worth talking about, tell that to the thousands of lives the war in America, home, had cost. Deciding that now was not a good time to cry in front of your new house mates you get up to leave.
“It’s been nice talking to you.” You lie, voice dripping with sarcasm.

As you neared the door, choking back tears by now, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
“Hi?” It was the brother. “I’m sorry about my sisters, they’re somewhat ignorant and self-absorbed.” He smiled warmly and held out his hand. “I’m Louis.”
“Y/N.” You respond, just now realising that tears are streaming down your cheeks. You raise your hands to cover your cheeks but are stopped when Louis produces a tissue and pulls you in for a welcome hug.