this might be a little too warm

anonymous asked:

Okay, so like, all might's true form is a lot thinner than his hero one, and we've seen that his clothes don't exactly fit. So what if he has a bunch of sweaters that are like that? Big, baggy and most of all warm as heck sweaters. So now imagine, he and Inko are cuddling and it's pretty chilly. She burrows into the sweater and gets lost in the folds and it turns into a warm cuddle pile for the two of them. Or: the sweater is big enough for both of them to fit inside.

[on twitter]

SO I WENT WITH THE FINAL IDEA B/C IT WAS JUST TOO CUTE AHHHHH

(Toshi’s sweater is a little too big, so Inko helped him fit in it <3)

If you hypothetically want to cross the border from the USA into Canada, say around Manitoba

This weekend is going to be warmer than most. I mean, if you hypothetically wanted to cross, this would be the hypothetical weekend to hypothetically cross.

Also, you should, if this is your hypothetical plan(I’m sure no one is actually planning this. Just theorizing. It’s a fun thought exercise), hypothetically dress in layers. It’s still cold, after all.

Hypothetically, wool and down are the best materials to wear. Hypothetically, you should also have sturdy, warm boots. Ski pants help, too. Make sure your hypothetical journey include mitts and gloves. Scarves and hats, too, you want to expose as little skin to the elements as possible if the weather turns nasty, or if you get delayed and have to cross next week, or something.

Following this thought exercise, you should have a compass. Stay walking North.

Theoretically it might be best to keep walking, in this game, until you reach a road, then keep going until you reach a town or city. Give your imaginary city a name, like, say, Brandon, or Winnipeg!

Have fun rp-ing, dudes, and stay safe!

hey did you see. hey i know - hey, how u doin. i’m trying to text you to sound cool but also concerned but also like. can you tell i’m a little bit in love. i’m tryin to text you without it being awkward but i’m like easily the awkwardest person alive. uh. hey!!! no that’s too many exclamation points. uh… hi! no that’s somehow inexplicably worse? what’s up. wait what is this the 90′s i might as well say yo. wait do people still say yo? i’m just. i like you. i like you and i care about you and you’re having a rough night. that’s all. that’s all. how are you doing. hi. do you ever dream about the night sky?

“You have so many fingers, Sara!”

My Pathfinder and her new Angaran family. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ I’m seriously so in love with Jaal and his family (and the Angara in general…) ‘cause like… You were all alone in this new galaxy. Your mom and dad are both dead, and your sibling was in a coma and… Jaal and his family are just like “You’re part of our family now. :)” and it’s just so warm and loving. Gives me warm fuzzies.

View in High Res, pls! I put some little details into the male Angaran’s faces you might not be able to see too well otherwise.

stargazer606  asked:

Can you RFA gang being left alone with their new baby for the first time. Like MC had to go grab diapers or something and they are alone with the baby for the first tine

◉ Yoosung 

  • For a while he just watched the baby sleeping
  • He leaned over the crib and contemplated touching the babies little feet
  • But he didn’t want to disturb the infants sleep
  • It was odd for him to be the only one home
  • He wasn’t exactly worried…
  • But it was just strange to think that you weren’t there if he needed help
  • Eventually he got on LOLOL while he waited for you and the baby napped
  • He was in the middle of playing when he heard soft cries coming from the crib
  • It took him a second to remember that you weren’t home
  • Freaked out and jumped up to get the baby
    • “Awww…are we hungry little guy?”
  • He picked him up so delicately and held him in his arms
  • Grabbed a bottle from the fridge and prepared it while rocking the baby
    • “Wanna watch daddy beat some monsters while you eat?” he smiled, “your dad is so good, he can play with one hand!”
  • He felt pretty proud of himself and his multitasking abilities
  • Explained everything he was doing in the game
  • Every now and then he’d stop to give a light kiss to the babies head
  • And he laughed when he got excited at defeating a monster and the baby smiled
    • “Oh! You like that? No one can beat your dad!”
  • He was just about to stop playing when you came home
    • “Oh, he’s awake? How is everything?” you asked
    • “Great, honey. He just ate…and I think he likes watching me play”
  • You laughed as you brought your bags inside
    • “Now don’t start using the baby as an excuse to get online.”
    • “No! He laughed I swear!” he gave you a kiss

◉ Jumin

  • He’s not worried at all when you have to leave and fetch diapers
  • After all, he’s Jumin Han
  • He can handle anything
  • He’s feeling pretty confident until the baby starts crying
  • He holds her at eye level
    • “Now, what’s the matter…”
  • Right, she can’t talk
    • “You’ve just eaten…so you can’t be hungry…”
  • He checks her diaper, but it’s dry
    • “Now, how did MC do this?”
  • He holds her to his chest and starts to pat her back
  • Thinking maybe she needs to burp?
  • After several minutes of her still crying he is starting to get worried
  • He doesn’t want MC to come back and think he can’t handle his child
  • As he begins to rock her he hums a little bit
  • To his surprise she starts to quiet down and relax
    • “Oh? You like that?”
  • He puts on some soft opera music and hums along for her
  • Pretty soon her eyes are closing and she drifts off to sleep
  • Just as you come home
  • You can hear him humming as you creep into the bedroom
  • You smile wide
  • And see him laying her down gently in the crib
  • He closes the door behind you both and silently follows you back to the main room
    • “How was she?” you smile
    • “Just fine, perfect as always,” he kisses you

◉ Zen

  • Ummm…wait, what?
  • Okay he is a little panicky
  • It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he is scared of doing something wrong
  • Has you show where everything is like 5 times
    • “Zen, babe, you know what to do. Stop psyching yourself out,” you laugh
    • “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he takes a deep breath and holds the baby
  • Watches as you leave the apartment
  • Stares down at the baby in his arms for a while and smiles at how cute she is
  • He doesn’t know what to do at first
    • “Wanna help me run some lines?”
  • Sits with her on the couch and reads from his script
    • “I’ve listened to your lies for the last time, Rebecca!” he reads
  • The baby smiles and coos a little laugh
    • “No, you’re supposed to be upset you little cutie. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to practice,” he kisses her forehead
  • She’s making little faces and he can’t help but take out his phone
    • “Mommy will want to see this!”
  • He’s taking selfies and short videos and sending them to you
    • “Me and the little actress in training are having a good time! Miss you!”
  • When she falls asleep he doesn’t want to put her down
  • Finally you come home and see them quietly sitting together, her nestled in his arms
    • “Why don’t you put her in her crib?” you say sweetly as you place a hand on his shoulder
  • He’s looking down on her and running a finger on her cheek
    • “I will…in a minute,” he smiles

◉ Jaehee

  • She’s got this honestly 
  • She has the babies whole schedule planned out
  • Feeding and nap times
  • She knows approximately how many diapers you guys go through in a day etc
  • She is supermom
  • And she urges you to go out and get some time for yourself
    • “Bring me back a pastry and a coffee from the cafe, please,” she smiles and calls to you as you leave the apartment
  • Plays her favorite Zen musical on the television while she rocks the baby
    • “This is the best number,” she whispers
  • Sings along to it
  • And the baby smiles
  • She’d never let anyone else hear her singing, though
  • Dances a bit while she rocks the baby
    • “I’ll take you to all of the shows you want when you get a little older. Maybe you’ll be an actor like Zen! Oh, but you don’t have to. You can be anything you want and I’ll still love you”
  • She almost lost track of time and rushes to get a bottle prepared
  • Just as it is warm enough he starts to get fussy
    • “I know, I know, here you go baby”
  • Her favorite thing is feeding him
  • Well, almost favorite thing
  • She loves when he falls asleep after eating
  • Which he always does
  • She places his sleeping frame gently in the crib
  • And presses a finger to her lips to let you know that you need to be quiet as you enter the apartment once again
    • “Your coffee and pastry as requested,” you whisper and hand them to her
    • “Thank you so much, I really needed this,” she sighs and gives you a quick kiss before taking a sip

◉ Saeyoung

  • It’s all fun and games until the reality hits that he’s alone with a tiny human that needs him
  • He’s read enough book and articles on the internet to take care of his own child
  • Sighs and reassures himself
  • Places her in his sling as he makes her a bottle
  • He LOVES baby wearing
  • Keeps his hands free
  • So nervous that he’s acting like he’s never made a bottle before in his life
  • Testing the heat on his skin over and over because he’s worried it might be just a little too warm
  • Finally it’s good enough and he sits down to feed her
    • “You have milk, daddy has chips!”
  • Pops a few HBC in his mouth
  • Drops a couple crumbs on her
    • “Whoops!” wipes them off, “don’t tell mommy” >.>….
  • Notices she looks a little weird
    • “What’s that face? You can’t have any chips yet you don’t have teeth”
  • Takes the bottle from her and starts to pat her back for a burp
  • And she spits up all over him
    • “Noooo! My hoodie!” T_T
  • Okay but he laughs a little
  • Takes it off and throws it in the wash
    • “You’re the first and hopefully the last girl to ever puke on me…you’re lucky you’re cute”
  • Grabs a book and holds her in the rocking chair
    • “I know you’re little, but I think you’ll like this story”
  • Reads to her until she falls asleep
  • And even he is dozing off a bit when you come home
  • You take her from him and put her in the crib
    • “Where is your hoodie?” you ask when you notice he isn’t wearing it
    • “She destroyed it,” he cries
  • You just laugh and laugh
    • “I wish I could have been here to see that,” you kiss him
    • “It’s not funny!” he pouts
Easy DIY Cough Syrup

A natural easy cough syrup you can make at home! Original recipe found in Rosemary Gladstar’s Medicinal Herbs, a beginners guide

Take once daily during cold season to stave off the sniffles and cough. 3x daily if you’ve caught sniffles and woke up icky! 


I used most of the honey pictured, a good table spoon of garlic, half the onion and the branch off the ginger. 

(Do not feed honey to infants under 12 months. Melt brown sugar and water instead for infants.)

Peel ginger by rubbing it with a spoon! Peel then Cut the onion in big sickle moons. Compost the peels and ends, save the unused portions in the fridge! 

Slice ginger in large pieces, place everything into a cold pan!

Cover everything in as much honey as you can! Oops! The pan is too small! Switched pans in the next photo! (Do not feed honey to infants under 12 months. Melt brown sugar and water instead for infants.)

Much better! Cover with MORE honey! Until the onions are fully covered/or floating!

Heat on LOW for 20-30 minutes, until the onions are soft.

A little frothy = a little too long, but its ok! Just remember for next time to heat for 5 minutes less, still totally usable but I might have cooked some of the delicate nutrients out of the raw honey. (I did 35 minutes here! DX )

Strain warm honey syrup into a bowl or measuring cup. Compost the bits!

Pour into reusable clean containers you saved from previous condiments! Wide mouth is best for dipping little spoons in for kiddo! Let cool on counter for an hour or so, then place in fridge and take daily until gone! 

I’d recommend tossing any leftovers after 4 weeks, but honey IS a preservative, so technically it could last longer than that, but better to be on the safe side. 

It has a very strong onion-garlic taste.

I am not a trained professional in botany, herbalism, or medicine, I am not a physician or doctor.  

I was scrolling thought the humans are weird tag and the thought that humans celebrate so many weird things occurred to me so here is a very short piece:

Humans are weird, they’ll celebrate everything. Klixxaan was well aware of this fact after International pancake day. Xe was still unsure what a pancake was but both the Humans, Samantha and Ian had been very excited. Talking loudly about what they were going to put on their pancakes…it was all very odd.

Klixxaan clicked xir mandibles together, “Why is there a human pastry on the table, Samantha?”
“Well, it’s my birthday, so I made myself a cake. Do you like the decorations?”
“Yes, but Samantha, you were not born today. Are you confused as to how old you are?” the fur on the back of xir neck rose a little in concern, “Do you need to see our medic?” Samantha brightened into a human response of happiness, a smile.
“No, I’m celebrating the anniversary of my birth, on earth, its very important, we celebrate with our families. I was born in July, in the warm season.” Klixxaan thought for a second.
“I was hatched in the warm season too. But I don’t know which date.”
“If you like,” she paused a little bit shyer than usual, “You can share my birthday. Although for you I suppose it might be called a hatch-date.” 
Klixxaan’s eyelids deepened to a deep red signalling pleasure.
“I would like that very much Samantha.” Maybe she would let xir taste the Human pastry.

stellafelice  asked:

hello ! Do you have any advice for a first time snail purchaser?

i’m so happy that you’re interested in the wonderful world of snails! i would love to give you some advice.

getting ready for your new snails

snapartment (snail apartment)

before you adopt any snails, you should prepare a cozy home for them. i keep mine in a 10 gallon aquarium that works perfectly. if you decide to use this aquarium, i highly suggest you also get a cover like this. it’s not the exact one that i have, but i’m sure it will work great. next, you will need some kind of substrate. i use plain soil that i found at walmart for my snails, and i recently bought some coconut soil that i’m going to try out (ill post about that soon!) i also bought two succulents and planted them in the aquarium. succulents are great for snail habitats because they’re cute, they don’t need a lot of water or sun, and snails love to climb them! i found some rocks outside and washed them thoroughly in the sink and placed them in the aquarium as well, along with some glass stones which i also washed. i also added a little terra-cotta pot for them to crawl all over and hide in. the first couple of nights, snails would sleep inside of it, but now it’s old news to them and they just ignore it. i use a spray bottle to regularly mist the aquarium, as snails like their homes to be a little moist. i keep a shallow water dish in their home. it’s important to keep it shallow because snails can drown.

if you are going to get a giant african land snail, there are some different requirements, like a heat mat and a larger tank.

food

for feeding, i highly recommend using a mandoline like this one to prepare food for your snails. it makes thin slices that are easy for them to eat. my snails love carrot the most, but they are also fond of kale, asparagus, and mushrooms. all snaily food should be sliced into a little snaily size!!!

foods that snails can eat:

  • apple
  • banana
  • beans
  • blueberries
  • fish food soaked in water
  • mango
  • romaine lettuce
  • potato
  • dandelion leaves
  • strawberries (mine are not fond of strawberries, but many snails are!)
  • plum
  • cauliflower
  • cherries
  • watermelon
  • tomato
  • mushrooms
  • raisins
  • turnips
  • cabbage
  • basil
  • cuttlebone
  • boiled egg
  • and more! google will be your friend.

foods that you shouldn’t feed snails:

  • salt
  • salty foods
  • avocado
  • onion
  • grapefruit
  • lime
  • lemon
  • leeks
  • spinach
  • rhubarb
  • parsley
  • celery

tips about feeding:

  • the darker the greens, the better! darker greens like kale have more chlorophyll which makes it healthier and more nutritious for snails (and humans!)
  • avoid cucumber. snails love cucumber, but sometimes they love it so much that they become “picky eaters” and will only want to eat cucumber.
  • have a designated eating area, above the ground. this makes clean up easier. plus, snails will learn where to go if they are hungry.
  • wash food before feeding. snails have survival instincts that will keep them from eating food treated with pesticides or chemicals. a lot of our food has those, so always give the food a nice rinse before preparing it
  • feed your snails once a day, and remove any food that they didn’t eat the next day.
  • give them clean water each day. they like to bathe, and sometimes the water can fill up with dirt, poop, or even slime. it’s just nice to replenish their water every day.
  • feed snails, especially babies, a variety of foods each day. otherwise they can become fussy eaters. snail babies who are introduced to many foods opposed to just one or two are healthier and live longer.
  • notice a soft shell? your snails need more calcium!!

acquiring snails

i adopted my little garden snails from… a garden. i think looking for snails in nature is fun and a Good Time. i haven’t purchased a snail online (yet), but i know there are a few websites, and even shops on ebay, that sell snails. snails are social dudes that like having friends so probably buy more than one.

the snails are HERE

⚡️always wash your hands thoroughly before and after handling snails!! ⚡️

snails have personalities. some are shy while others are little party people. if your snail is not coming out of his shell, don’t worry. try massaging their foot or lightly spraying them with water. give them some time to adjust to their new crib.

if you notice any eggs in the soil, crush them or boil them or freeze them, unless you want hundreds of little cute baby snails that you cannot practically care for but will inevitably become emotionally attached to.

if your snail bubbles up when you try to touch or hold them, don’t worry, they are not dying. this is what snails do when they are anxious. just give your snails some time to get used to you.

one thing i’ve noticed, at least with my snails, is that they will immediately try to escape their new home before settling in. i imagine it like a human being locked in a luxury hotel. at first, they’ll try to get out, because that’s the instinct… but once they realize they’re stuck in there for a while, they’ll probably take advantage of all the amenities like the food and the pool and everything else.

your snail friends will learn who you are and recognize you by your scent. snails are good little sniffers. i’ve had snails who love to be held and pet by me, but bubble up when held by anyone else.

if a snail is sticky-stuck to something, DONT pull on their shell!!! slide the snail along the glass and eventually they will let go. if you must lift a snail, lift from their head because that is the stickiest part and less likely to hurt.

be sure to clean the tank at least once a week.

bonding with the snail dudes

my snails love me. i’m sure your snails will love you as well. at first, they might be scared of you, but soon they’ll recognize you as the big warm thing that gives them food and love. once your snail is comfy with you and likes to crawl on your hand, try petting them. start by gently petting their shell. they love it. you can also gently stroke their little bodies and heads, but don’t poke their eyes please. it hurts them and makes them sad. if you accidentally poke em, don’t worry too much, they’ll forgive you.

SNAILS LOVE CLIMBING. ok this is probably my favorite thing that snails do. when holding a snail, try to putting a finger or two directly above their head. they will get really excited and CLIMB UP ONTO YOUR FINGERS. they just love climbing. one of my little snails, rocco, loves climbing the most. he will lift up his entire head and body in hopes that i will give him a finger to climb on. when i put him back in the tank, he will immediately climb wherever he can, especially onto another snail. be attentive. snails sometimes get really excited about climbing. rocco has fallen off of my hand from trying to climb when there wasn’t anything to climb on.

there is nothing cuter than a snail drinking out of a sink. while i opt to give my snails bottled water 99% of the time, i can’t resist letting them drink tap water every now and then because it is so cute. take your (awake) snail to the sink. turn it on so it is barely running, but not just dripping. have it warm or lukewarm if you can. put your hand close to water. your snail will be very confused for a moment, but then they will drink and shower under the water. it is very good.

cute and good snail quirks

  • when a snail decides they want to go somewhere, they GO. they don’t rly understand the concept of going around things, they just GO. so, when a snail wants to go, they will climb over literally anything in the way, whether it be the entire water dish, a pile of food, or another snail who is trying to eat or sleep… the snail will just GO until they get to THE THING.
  • snails are a little dumb. they will learn where the food and water is, and they will get very confused if they go to the spot and there is no food/water. i have come home to find a snail just sitting in the empty water dish, waiting for the water to show up. it’s cute.
  • i’ve been holding a snail as i’ve typed this and the little dude FELL ASLEEP on my HAND. he trusts me!!!! he trusts me to keep him safe and to stop him from falling. oh my goodness, live tweet, he is just now waking up. he is peeping his little eyes out. i love this snail.
  • snails can’t hear… but i still tell them i love them bc i need to vocalize it.
  • snails are most active at night and will eat/drink the most then.
  • snails keep all their important organs in their shell, so don’t try to remove it or paint it!!
  • snails can live for YEARS!!!
Empty Libraries

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon

Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”

Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.

A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!

Word Count: 1929

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nerd!jimin + unknown territory (pt3) 

Jimin stared at the larvae sitting across from him, warily, it was currently trying to eat spaghetti with a knife. He should probably stop it, but that meant touching the thing and then he would—

“Stop looking at my kid like that.” You roll your eyes before replacing her knife with a fork and watching a happy little grin stretch across her face.

“Like what?” Jimin clears his throat.

“Like you’re having an entire internal monologue listing all the reasons you’ll never have kids.” You mutter, using a napkin to wipe stray sauce from Mina’s face.

“I’m not doing that.” He says and he shrinks when you pin him with a hard stare, “What? I’m not! I did that on the drive over here – now I’m just watching in mild fascination at the eating habits of—”

“Oh my God.”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He laughs when you move to get up, he tugs you back down by the wrist and you ignore the butterflies erupting your chest when he takes a second too long to remove his hand, “Will you relax already? You’ve barely spoken to me since we’ve ordered. Tell me about yourself, how have you been how did all of this happen?”

“It’s not exactly exciting.” You sigh, “It’s actually a very long story.”

“Let’s start with the basics then – are you still with her father?” Jimin lowers his voice, sparing Mina a glance.

“He left about as soon as I took the pregnancy test so no.” You laugh bitterly, picking up your own slice of pizza to dig in.

You watch helplessly as Mina nearly swipes her pasta off the table but Jimin is on top of it, grabbing her bowl before it makes its crash landing and sending the little girl a stern look before handing her back her fork. She grins unabashedly.

“Do I know him?” Jimin queries, keeping a careful eye on the brat now that she’s decided to make toys out of the cutlery. He sighs but waves over the waitress, “Do you guys have like one of those coloring sheets for kids or something?”

“Sorry sir.” The waitress sends an apologetic smile before moving to refill everyone’s water. Jimin glares but begrudgingly unlocks his phone before opening one of the few games he has stored.

“She’ll crack your phone.” You say mildly, watching in only half amusement as Jimin glares at your daughter when she keeps pressing buttons.

“I’ll buy a new one.” He snaps before he remembers he supposed to be wooing you.

It was too easy, too easy to fall back into the pattern of your old friendship.

You had begrudgingly agreed to dinner with him, only because in turn he allowed you to pick the restaurant, a quaint little mom and pop pizza parlor not too far from your office that you frequented. It wasn’t anything he was used to, at least not in light of recent events and his acquisition of millions, but it was good. One of those places that hand made their crust, they were popular and bustling with business but still managed to find a seat for you. Jimin took quick notice of the warm, familiar smiles sent your way from the old man working the front of house, going as far to boop the little girl you were toting, on one cherub cheek.

He was scared someone might break into his car in this neighborhood and you could only roll your eyes because this place was a suburban dream compared to where you stayed.

“No you don’t know him.” You say when you find your heart doing weird floppy things at the sight of your daughter and Jimin interacting so causally – it was something you wanted to erase from your memory because it hurt. “He was some guy I met at college, well before I dropped out to take care of Mina.”

“And your parents?” He asks, a frown marring his face at the thought.

“Disowned me when I wouldn’t abort her.” You shrug as though the words didn’t feel like nails clawing their way up your throat – an old wound re-opened but you feigned indifference pretty well now a days. Even you almost believed your lies.

“So who helps you? You don’t get child support or—”

“Jimin.” You say softly, because it’s in your nature to treat him with kid gloves on, even if he is overstepping, “I’ve been doing this for a while now. It’s tough but I manage. I’m fine – we’re fine. Now can we talk about something less, I don’t know, depressing.”

Jimin lets out a long suffering sigh but he relents with a curt nod, you don’t miss the way the muscle in his jaw jumps – and what a chiseled jaw it’s become over time. You nearly lose track staring at it.

“Where do you work at now?” He asks, momentarily distracted by a piece of cheese hanging from his chin. He lets out an expletive before wincing at Mina.

You stifle a grin because it’s so much like the old Jimin you couldn’t help the elation that bubbled over in your chest. Instead you choose to rest your chin in your palm while watching him.

“I sale time shares at a realty office, though I’m sure you already know that since you tracked me down and sent me gifts.” You murmur dryly when he smiles, “It was very Tony Stark of you.”


“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me.” Jimin says honestly, putting a hand over his heart.

“Mmm.” You hum sarcastically, “So how are your parents, living lavish at the hands of their millionaire son I assume?”

“Living lavish.” He scoffs, “You’ve met my parents. My mom barely let me renovate our old house and only did so because I threw a bitch fit that she wouldn’t accept the beachside bungalow I had lined up for them.”

You grin at the thought of a very stern and self sufficient Mrs. Park arguing with her mogul son, because she probably won… but still you making tsking noise anyway.

“Well, in her defense you can be a bit… frivolous with your spending.” You say, nodding towards the bag of gifts seated next to him.

“I work damn hard to be frivolous. You two always did love ganging up on me.” He glared, “You’re so much like her it’s scary.”

“It’s why she loved me.” You tease back. “I’m her favorite child, even Jihyunnie has accepted it.”

Something changes in his face and his expression is softening. You scramble to change the topic because you knew how easy it was to get caught up in the old days, where things were much easier and there was less pressure on you, less weighing on your mind.

“How is he now?” You ask suddenly and Jimin’s features shutter closed – back to the calm, cool and collected Jimin that had picked you up.

“He’s doing good. He’ll graduate in a year.” He says mildly, “He’s still a brat and beating me up on visits.”

“I would hope so. You need someone to keep you grounded, remind you where you came from.” You harrumph.

“They miss you, you know.” Jimin says quietly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze. He’s taken to staring at Mina who was currently taking about a thousand pictures with his front camera. “My mom misses you. You know how she always complained about being the only woman in the house.”

He looks up at you and it’s your turn to look away. Because you had shoved back so many memories that were associated with him, but now sitting here at dinner, reminiscing it was easy to remember the bond you shared with the elder Park. It was something you also couldn’t have back and again, it hurt knowing that.

“I’m sure she’d love to see you again—love to meet Mina too.” He says softly.

“Jimin.” You say curtly and he returns your tone.

“____.”

“I don’t think that's—”

“You think too much is the problem.” He sighs, before signaling the waitress for the check, “Just because you… because we ended on rough terms… I know it’s a lot to ask but, I hope you don’t hold that against my parents. You were great to have around and they miss you. I’ve never gotten so much shit over something in my life—you would think that we were actually dating.”

You averted your gaze for the millionth time that night because it was true. Though there was no official label between the two of you, you were caught in an open limbo between more than friends but not quite dating. Even if Jimin couldn’t admit a lot of things to himself he was forced to acknowledge that things had been almost domestic between the two of you – between the sheer amount of time you spent over at each other’s places, or in his bed, lazing around doing nothing. When his parents would ask for his whereabouts it was always the same—

“____.” He says quietly, before handing his credit card off to the server, “Think about what I said, yeah?”

“I will.” You reply with a stiff smile.

The silence that was once comfortable between the two of you had some how shifted to a stilted, and unwelcome one at the mention of the past. You find yourself fidgeting in your seat at the weight of his words, because despite it all it was something that you desperately wanted as well.

“Tell me more about your job,” Jimin says, returning the topic to a lighter subject, it didn’t take a genius to notice how tense you’d gotten at the mention of seeing his family again.

“I’m sure it’s not as exciting as being a billionaire.” You say off handedly, going to sip at your wine.

Millionaire.” Jimin corrects and you scoff at him, “But being rich isn’t as exciting as you’d expect either.”

“How very modest of you,” you roll your eyes before sucking at your teeth, “I would kill for middle class these days.”

“I could help you get there.” He says lightly with a shrug and your spine straightens, “Not a hand out, a job, ____. I looked into your company the other day—”

“You did what?” You ask, indignantly.

And just like that the switch had been flipped again and you were on your guard.

“Is this really a surprise, you knew I was looking for you, it only makes sense that I would check the companies shares and stocks while I was at it. I know you don’t believe me, but we’re friends and I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay for yourself.”

“No Jimin, we were friends ten years ago.” You correct, ears turning pink at his audacity, “And I know you’re out of practice but friends ask friends how they’re doing, they don’t run a financial background check on them.”

“Hey, I didn’t run a financial background check on you,” he scoffs, “I didn’t even peek at your credit score even though it was right their in front of me.”

You threw your napkin down on the table before narrowing your eyes at him, “You’re a real ass you know that?”

“That may be true but you know as well as I do that you wouldn’t be half as defensive if it weren’t for the fact that the companies going
bankrupt.” He says calmly but his knuckles going white around his grip on the table cloth, “They’re going under and you have—”

“Five maybe six months left there, I’m well aware.” You scowl, “but that doesn’t give you the right to invade my privacy like this. And besides, a job? Let me guess you want me to be your assistant so you can bend me over and —”

You chance a look at Mina, who’s still well engrossed with the apps on Jimin’s phone and let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re lucky if you have four months there.” He says mildly, “Looking at their financial statements I can tell they barely have enough to pay you minimum wage, so let me guess you’ve been working there for going on six years and you’ve yet to get a pay increase am I right?”

“God, you’re so condescending.” You laugh bitterly.

“Only when I’m right.” He says, “And for the record, you wouldn’t be working for me. If you think I stand chance getting any work done while you’re around you’d be delusional. I have a friend who owns a small law firm, he’s looking for a secretary and you’ve had more than enough experience doing clerical work.”

“Your head must be impossibly thick if I have to say this again but I don’t need your help,” you glare.

“Think about Mina.” He argues.

“I am thinking about Mina,” you say, much louder than you intend. You clear your throat before lowering your voice, “She’s the only thing I think about and you don’t get to bulldoze in ten years later and try to pick up where things left off. We’re not in high school anymore. This is real life, it’s my life.”

“You’re right, we’re not in high school anymore but things sure haven’t changed, have they?” He spat, “You still have to be in control of everything.”

“Of my life? Yes! Of my daughters life? You bet your ass.” You scowl.

“Fine. You’re coming across loud and clear, you don’t need or want my help.” He says, pinching the bridge of his nose, “But at least—”

He stops mid sentence when the shrill ring of your phone pierces through the otherwise comfortably quiet restaurant and you’re shuffling through your purse for your phone. You look up at him before sighing, “It’s work. I have to take this.”

“Hello? Yes, hi Mr. Kim.” You’re already rising to your feet when one chubby hand comes up to clutch your shirt.

“Momma,” Mina calls and it garners both your attention, “It was an accident.”

“Oh no.” You sigh, a frown marring your face as you go to your knees to collect the remainder of spaghetti off the floor, the rest found their way all down the front of her little tank top and you groan, “I’m sorry not you sir, I just—yes I understand the severity of this contract I…. yes sir I'm—”

“Go.” Jimin mouths, before shooing you away with the flick of his wrist. You stare up at him wide eyed, phone still pressed to your ear and an indecisive look marring your face.

Jimin sighs but rises to his feet, lifting you with him and all but pushing you in the direction of the exit before he’s turning to Mina. You send a curt nod of gratitude at him before bustling out and attempting to placate your boss on the phone.

Jimin has never carried a child before. He has especially never carried one covered nearly head to toe in an Italian red sauce delicacy. He had however carried a sack of potatoes and gauging the insufferable little brats weight, she was about the same size. So he applies all the knowledge he’s accumulated in twenty some years of carrying groceries into the house for his mother and keeps the little girl at a giggling arm’s length from his body while he fast walks into the men’s room.

He’s already had her set down on the porcelain countertop before his gaze catches on something in the mirror. A man maybe in his mid twenties is staring at him from the urinal. Jimin’s brows slash down at the inquisitive look before sending him a nod, “What? You’ve never seen a kid before?”

The man is a flurry of movement, zipping up his jeans before sending an apologetic bow at Jimin and shuffling out of the room.

Jimin sighs at the sweet smile Mina’s sending his way, an adorable dimple winking at him, before he rolls his eyes and swipes at her glasses lens where a stray splatter of meat sauce has found its way. He sends her a stern look, “Yah. I bet that smiles gotten you out of a lot of trouble. It won’t work on me.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation as you try and explain to your boss for maybe the millionth time (that night) why the Henderson case you got handed a week ago wasn’t moving as quickly as he’d like it.

For all it was worth your boss wasn’t a bad guy, and the company you worked for didn’t cheat you out of money the way Jimin had made it sound. Now, did you deserve a raise after all the time and hours you had put in? Did you need it? Hell yes. But things weren’t always black and white, in fact your entire life seemed to be sat in one huge area of gray.

The company you worked for was family owned and every person in it was sweet, soft hearted, and genuine and all things considered those were good traits to have—except when you were working in the realty field. It was cut throat and competitive. More than once you had seen your boss caught up with loan sharks, renting out time shares at a discounted price to homeless shelters. And then there was the fact that he was just a tad dimwitted, but your heart had gone soft for the old man that had taken both you and Mina under his wing. So you owed him that. You couldn’t give him much but loyalty anyway.

When you returned to the restaurant with a headache you hadn’t had five minutes ago, you look for Jimin to apologize but your footsteps stutter and your heart drops to your belly when you see the two seats still vacant. You turn to the hostess and nearly fall into hysteria when she tells you they left.

Your phone chimes.

Unknown [7:23:45]: meet us at Fro-zone

“What did I say?” Jimin scowls, “One scoop.”

“But Jiminnie,”

“Your moms gonna kick my ass if I—”

“Jimin.” You call out, hair wind blown from the jog over here and when you meet his gaze he tips his head up at you in acknowledgement.

He was hunched over a whining Mina who had shed her white tank top in place of a pink shirt with a sparkling heart in the middle. He was looking at her sternly and if you weren’t careful you would mistake Mina for one of his business associates with the way he was carefully explaining to her why she couldn’t have more than a handful of sugar before bed—it involved you and him in an oiled up cage match which he would inevitably lose.

You took that as your cue to step in.

“Momma!” She cried gleefully, “Where’d you go?”

“Where did you go?” You retort, poking a finger at her protruding belly and making her jump back with a giggle, “I like your shirt.”

“Jiminnie picked it out!” she grins proudly and Jimin sends a dry look your direction.

“It was either this or the neon pink sweater with seven bows on it and a giant pop up unicorn head—I don’t care how old your kid is, not even she could pull off something so ridiculous.”

“She likes pink.” You shrug but Jimin spots the mirth in your eyes.

“Jiminnie knows a lot of bad words.” Mina tattles and Jimin glares at the little demon. “He owes like ten dollars to the swear jar.”

“The fee’s twenty five scents a swear word just how much did you cuss with my kid?” You cock a brow.

“Is that the only way you’re accepting money?” He retorts with a snarky expression, “Let me stick around after you put Mina to bed and I’ll give you enough material for her college fund.”

You grin but don’t say anything as he leads you to his car.


It isn’t all that much later when he pulls up to your car in the parking garage. A glance back in his rearview tells you that Mina is out cold and you sigh with the thought that she is way too big to be getting carried anymore. You turn in your seat to wake her up but Jimin shakes his head at you before opening his car door and heading to the back.

It’s probably the fact that a man hasn’t carried Mina since she was born that attributes more to the pain in your chest than it is that it’s Jimin. Jimin of all people putting a sturdy hand on the back of your daughters head and tucking her tiny glasses in his hand so she doesn’t hurt her face. He waits for you to unlock the door to your car before setting her down in her car seat and leaving you to buckle her in.

He’s still holding her specs when you turn back to him, fiddling with a small scratch on one of the lenses before handing them back to you.

You can’t quite put a finger on the atmosphere that resonates in the otherwise abandoned parking garage—nonetheless words find their way to your lips that you had no intent of sharing with him.

“I’ll take you up on your offer.” You utter.

“The job?” He brightens at your words and you wince.

“No,” you say quietly. “I… maybe if me and Mina have time we’ll stop by your parents sometime. I’m sure your Mom would love to meet her.”

His expression doesn’t dull at your words, if anything it only gets that much brighter at he mention of his parents and for the briefest of moments your caught up in your old feelings, because this was too much like the old Jimin. The one who wore his heart on his sleeve, and was never sly or cool or charming in a way that wasn’t dorky.

“You really mean that?”

“It couldn’t hurt to rekindle that relationship.” You shrug.

Could it?

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)

MASTERLIST

Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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Silver Lining| Min Yoongi

Life has its hardships especially being fresh out of college luckily you have a gummy smiled friend to help you with your struggles. You managed getting a shabby apartment with a shared bedroom and when worst comes ends up having to share a cold shower as the warm water is shut off. Things arent going so pleasant as the electricity follows off too but the most treacherous of all, you being able to face what your feelings might actually hold. But your just friends right?

Originally posted by bullet-proof-girlscouts

Warning: Smut, cursing, stuff, Best friend Yoongi!, So much friendly bickering like damn just fuck already

Genre: Smut and fluff

Word count: 13.2K Got a little carried away..

A/N: A wild update appears. Okay this damn comeback needs to back the fuck up. Yoongi looks like a meal and bighit is now becoming a jin stan everything it beautiful. School sucks thats the main reason my updates are late as hell. also i found this promt on pintrest but switched some shit. ALSO i am supposed to be doing homework but needed to update please pray for my grades. ALso my teacher was talking about college and im not even a senior so you need to calm the fuck down with that damn word. Okay im done

Oh and you know i had to get a blue hair yoongi on the screen.


Having a longing companion was a necessity to a longing life. Having someone to share the necessitates you were used to sharing alone. The feeling of having another comforting body against your side defeating the odds always seemed appealing. It was often rare for something to come along like so. You would rather find a needle in a hay stack then finding something as extraordinary as other couples demonstrate so. It was never an easy task to accomplish as everyone seeks for so, making your chances limited.

I soon accepted this fate and decided on second best, another companion that seemingly resembled the same. A best friend was well suited for my need, as they held the same traits but still remained rather different. A significant other held the qualities of love and romance as a best friend held the traits of honesty loyalty and bundles of fun. No argumentative sides or going a long period without talking as being away from the seemed like the end of your whole soul. I needed someone to rely on and cherish without that sexual desire yet it seemed almost impossible to find. I was hovering over ever possibility i could get, still lost in the endless hay stack.

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New Beginnings

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low

Word Count:1,602

Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking 

A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!

Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.

“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”

Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were feeling pretty nostalgic.

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Established relationship AUs are my kryptonite I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY OKAY

- I came home early from work to find you singing to the cat with a spatula as your microphone

- truth be told I only vacuum so I can slide around the hardwood floors in my socks

- you like naps. like, really like naps. and you take them everywhere pretty sure I saw you lying on the kitchen floor one time

- I know it’s our anniversary and we’re all dressed up and everything but I’m not really feeling this fancy restaurant, want to hit up the food truck? (bonus: I got food poisoning from said food truck and I’m puking my guts out but I’m still wearing my fancy clothes so at least I’m still classy)

- people always say to get a pet to see if you’re responsible enough to have kids but we’re still at the stage where we got a houseplant to see if we could get a dog

- you’re in my phone as “that loser who keeps texting me” and I’m in your phone as “how about no”

- we don’t call each other’s names when we need each other anymore we make dolphin sounds

- I have a goldfish named Prince Bubbles and I love him and when you made a commitment to me you made a commitment to him

- you have terrible taste in furniture no you don’t get to make these decisions alone anymore I hate that couch so much and now I have to look at it every day

- your mom came over while you were at work with some stuff she wanted to give you and it included your baby album and oh my god you were so cute (alternatively: you were such an ugly baby I’m so glad you grew out of that phase)

- we’re pretty sure we need hazmat suits to clean out the bathroom

- you don’t like it and I don’t like it but you need to take a bath now, kitty

- I bought a squirt bottle so whenever you do something obnoxious I can spray you with water

- you keep coming up with the worst possible names for any potential children we might have someday no I’m not letting you name our son that

- the water’s getting freezing cold but you’re warm and so we should definitely stay in the shower together a little longer

- we’re brushing our teeth and we both went to spit and you spit on me guess who’s living on the couch for the next month

- I’m always cold at night and you’re always too hot so we built up a little pillow wall so I’d get all the blankets but it’s 2am and I still can’t sleep because I miss snuggling with you

- you went through my stuff and found the ring I was going to use to propose and how dare you go through my personal stuff that’s so rude and invasive but more importantly will you marry me?

- you used up the last of the shampoo and didn’t tell me what am I supposed to do now

- we went to a bar and yes I signed you up to sing karaoke can’t back out now

- we both decided it would be a good idea to have a parent at home to raise the kid but I definitely thought it was going to be you what do you mean you thought it was going to be me

- we rock-paper-scissors or flip a coin for every major decision and you know it’s worked out pretty well for us

- you SAY you didn’t eat in bed but these crumbs say differently you’re not nearly as sly as you think

- that’s my shirt you’re wearing and usually I’m okay with that because you’re so cute in my clothes but I wanted to wear it and it’s mine so I get priority

- it’s ridiculously hot this summer and we’ve started just hanging out naked and it doesn’t really affect me anymore (most of the time) (bonus: someone’s coming to visit in like 10 minutes can you PLEASE put on some pants)

- you finally met my parents and they absolutely hate you but I love you so I hope you stick around

Dating Peter would include

Master list

 

Originally posted by sirenscurses

Movie marathons, until its dark outside, so you might as well stay the night

Snuggling together on the sofa under a warm blanket

Wearing one his T shirts and a pair of his boxer shorts as pyjamas

He enjoys this a little bit too much

Going to record shops together

Having tea parties with his little sister

Silly jokes

Enjoying watching him play table tennis with himself

Dancing together

Quick speedy kisses, on his way past you in the corridor

Sneaking up to hug you from behind

Wrapping you up in his jacket, with him still in it

“you’ll warm up quicker if I hug you’   

Carrying you on his back, with your head buried into his neck, when he’s running

Helping him come to terms with Erik

Making him feel better about himself

An endless supply of cuddles and countless kisses

 

Have a great day and be safe

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Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 14: N - No

The thud of the bass rattled Stiles’ bones as he approached the sketchy club. He’d taken a cab from his and Derek’s apartment as instructed because Derek hadn’t wanted him wandering around the city so late at night by himself, and Stiles actually agreed. New York was nothing like Beacon Hills.

Sure, there was chaos, murder, and mayhem, but of a completely different nature. The supernatural, Stiles could handle, but human…

His third week in the city, Stiles had been mugged. Derek had been furious with him.

It wasn’t a fair representation of the city. New York was great, and so were the people. The city was surprisingly high on the list of safe major cities as opposed to how it was portrayed in the media and Hollywood, but Stiles had been so used to knowing what goes bump in the night, that he had completely forgotten humans could be just a vicious and cruel as any supposed mythical creature.

So, Stiles now cabbed everywhere he went, usually. Of course, the next time he’d ignored Derek’s mild request to take cabs or wait for Derek to pick him up, Stiles was kidnapped by a grief-stricken, slighted werewolf hell bent on revenge against Laura Hale.

Stiles shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his red straight cut jeans that he wore with one of Derek’s sweaters. Not a club outfit, but Stiles wasn’t at the club to party. He was there to listen to Derek DJ his first gig, or whatever it was called. He bypassed the growing line and walked straight up to the big burly bouncer dude holding a clipboard.

“Sup, dude,” Stiles said. He flashed a grin of false confidence as he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “I’m on the guest list. Stiles Stilinski.”

The bouncer eyed him and snorted before he consulted the clipboard. “Sure. ID,” he said.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Stiles fumbled for his wallet, nearly dropping his license when he pulled it out. It was brand new and still glossy. His license had expired a few months ago, and he’d had to renew it in New York. “Here ya go. I’m totally underage. Not trying to sneak in to drink. Just here for the music.”

The bouncer checked his ID, eyes darting between Stiles and his grinning picture, then back down to the guest list. “Sorry, kid. Can’t let you in.”

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Secrets Never Last

Requested by: @theanimationgeek

Could you do a Jughead Jones x reader imagine where the reader is the quiet girl who knows a bit more about the Blossom murder than she’ll admit and has a crush on Jughead so he starts out acting like he likes her to get info but ends up really caring about her?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You moved to Riverdale a week before the murder of Jason Blossom. You were shocked when the incident happened, making you intrigued to find out who killed him. You had many secrets that nobody knew, one being that you had a crush on Jughead since the day you arrived, and that you knew way more about the murder than anyone, even Jughead himself.

Warnings: Like a few swear words, tiny fight, the truth about Jason Blossom.

Word Count: 2,705

A/N: This was really fun to write, I personally love writing Jughead imagines because his character is so unique to work with. Hope you enjoy! :)

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Driving into the small town of Riverdale it seemed like it was warm and cozy, but yet held many secrets that could destroy it in seconds.

Your dad had gotten his job transferred to this little town, therefore, making you all move and get a ‘fresh start’ as some might say.

That is exactly what you needed too, back in your old town you weren’t exactly the favorite, so moving here and getting a chance to be someone new, you took it.

When you arrived in front of your new home you couldn’t believe it, it was huge compared to what you used to live in.

You were too caught up staring at your house in awe when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You jumped, startled and turned around quickly, coming face to face with a blonde haired girl and a red haired guy.

You blinked a few times before clearing your throat nervously, you never were that great with being social, you considered yourself introverted, not one to make friends as others normally would.

You shifted in place a few times before the blonde haired girl spoke up.

“I couldn’t help but notice you just moved here, my mother made you guys some welcome to the neighborhood cookies.” She smiled, handing you them, which you nicely took.

You gave a small smile, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ which made the blondes’ smile bigger.

“I’m Betty by the way, and this is Archie.” Betty smiled, as did Archie, making you smile back.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.” You spoke quietly, moving a piece of hair behind your ear nervously.

Archie invited you to join them to hangout while your family unpacked, you were hesitant at first but they talked you into going with them.

From that day on you got close with the two, slowly joining their group of friends, which included a girl named Veronica, a guy named Kevin, and a mysterious guy named Jughead.

You slowly bonded with all of them, you were the quietest out of all of them in the group, but they didn’t mind and neither did you.

Everything was fine, you finally had that 'fresh start’, that is until July 4th, the day Jason Blossom went missing.

Everything changed after that.

The group was slowly crumbling apart, everyone was trying to figure out what happened to Jason, and that is why you slowly drifted away.

You did know what happened to him.

Being the quiet girl has its advantages, one being that you were actually really close with the Southside Serpents.

None of your friends knew that however, you kept it a secret, not wanting them to know you weren’t just a girl who went to Riverside High School.

You liked having a dark side that nobody knew about, it made you feel powerful in a way, something you never felt back home.

One night after Jason’s disappearance you decided to sneak out, you wanted to live your 'double life.’

What you didn’t expect when you got there however was to find out the truth about Jason Blossom, the truth that he was actually murdered, and who did it.

From that day on you were constantly on edge around your friends, not wanting to slip up and mention something that could lead them to finding out.

You were a part of the Southside family now, and everyone knows you don’t give up anything about one another.

At school the next day, you were on edge, you tried to play it off as nothing but your friends could definitely tell something was wrong.

“Y/N are you okay?“ Betty asked you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Yeah. Fine.” You muttered, biting your nails nervously.

Betty gave you an unconvinced look, but let it go, continuing to go over possible suspects of Jason’s death with Archie and Veronica.

Jughead however kept watching you, noticing your actions and that you were clearly lying.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, making you jump slightly.

You pulled it out, reading it and immediately standing up and grabbing your stuff, rushing out of the room.

They all gave a look at one another, confused by your sudden outburst and leaving randomly.

Jughead took this as an opportunity to follow you, his curiosity on full speed.

He watched as you rushed into a secluded area, quickly calling someone on the phone and harshly whisper yelling into it.

Once he could tell you had hung up on the phone, he took this as his chance to get some unanswered questions answered.

You were about to leave the room when Jughead walked in, making you freeze in place.

“You know for a while I’ve been wondering about you, maybe it was because you were a new face to town or because you had a different approach towards things, but now.. now I’m wondering if you’re just like everyone else.” Jughead spoke bitterly, closing the door behind him so it was just now you two together.

You shifted uncomfortably, knowing you were in a bad situation and there was no way out.

“I think you know more than your letting on.” Jughead pointed at you accusingly, making you tense up.

“Why would I know anymore than you?” You retorted, crossing your arms.

Jughead let out a sarcastic laugh, giving you goosebumps.

“Because Y/N I’ve been observing you for the past few days, before Jason’s death you were calm and caring, but now.. now you’re constantly on edge and cold.” He tapped his fingers on a desk, watching you for a reaction.

Maybe you had been a bit different since you found out the truth, but who wouldn’t?

“Look Jughead, this is a waste of time, I need to go.” You muttered, rolling your eyes slightly.

This only made Jughead smirk, proving his point.

“Who were you on the phone with Y/N?” He asked bluntly, catching you off guard.

How were you supposed to tell him you were on the phone with his dad?

“A friend from my old hometown.” You lied, not making eye contact with him.

“Why is it that I just don’t believe you?” He walked up to you, his hand on his chin.

“Wish I could tell you.” You muttered, looking at him then at the clock.

“You know Y/N, secrets never last, they always end up coming out whether you want them to or not.” He looked at you challengingly, making your nerves become more intense.

“Look Jughead I have to get to class, we can talk about this some other time.” You pushed past him quickly, rushing out the door, only making his suspicion grow.

After the incident in the class room you became a lot more hesitant to where you made phone calls.

Jughead and you had grown closer ever since then too, you both slowly began to hang out more.

This only made your crush on him grow even more, you couldn’t help but not to like him.

Over the next few days you slowly rejoined the group, they were eager to have you back and catch you up on the new leads they had on Jason’s killer.

You did your best to not spill anything you knew, as hard as it was.

You were walking with Jughead in the hallway one day to The Blue and Gold newspaper room, your shoulders occasionally brushing together.

It wouldn’t be an understatement if you didn’t say that this brought you and Jughead a lot closer together.

Now when you were with him you’d see him smile more and joke around a bit rather than him being serious and uptight all the time.

You both walked into the room, “Great! You’re both here!” Betty exclaimed happily, making Jughead roll his eyes with a smile and you laugh quietly.

Betty had always had a thing for writing, as did Jughead, which is exactly why we were here now, writing for The Blue and Gold newspaper.

“Y/N can you do me a favor and go see what’s taking Veronica so long, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.” Betty questioned, looking through her stack of papers.

“Sure thing, where would she be right now?” You questioned, making Betty stop and think for a moment.

“Probably the gym.” She spoke aloud, nodding and went back to searching through her papers.

You nodded and went off to search for Veronica, you went and checked the gym, not finding her there you checked a few other places.

You finally gave up and started back, you were about to walk in when you heard your name.

“Look you just need to get her to tell you what she knows, she trusts you now Juggie.” Betty whispered, her arms crossed.

“I know I said I’d do this, but that was before I really started liking her Betty.” Jughead sighed, rubbing his face angrily.

“Jug, she knows something and we need to know what it is.” Betty spoke bluntly, making Jughead roll his eyes.

“I can’t keep lying to her Betty, Y/N and I have gotten close and I don’t want to ruin what I have with her.” He crossed his arms, making Betty sigh in annoyance.

Jughead was about to speak again when you walked into the room, an emotionless expression on your face.

They both looked up at you, a look of fear written on their faces.

“I didn’t find Veronica.” You spat bitterly, turning to walk out of the room, but Jughead caught your arm.

“Y/N please let me explain.” He held both your arms gently in his hands, a sorrow expression on his face.

“What’s to explain? That you were pretending to like me so you could find out what I knew?” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Jughead gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, “Y/N it’s not like that.” He tried to explain.

“Isn’t it though?” You jerked your arms away, another tear falling down your face.

“You all were using me, I bet you don’t even want to be friends with me!” You yelled, backing away from the both of them.

“As for you,” You pointed at Jughead, your heart crumbling “I really started to trust you, hell, I was going to tell you how I really felt, but now.. it really doesn’t matter does it?” You questioned, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

You looked at the both of them, a shocked look on their faces, making you shake your head and rush out of the room.

You decided to ditch the rest of school that day, heading to Pop’s diner, sitting in your favorite booth.

You kept getting phone calls and text messages from Jughead and Betty, but you ignored them.

You knew you were being hypocritical since you did know information about Jason, but you couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

You sat in that booth for what felt like hours, you must’ve fallen asleep for a few hours, because when you awoke Jughead was sitting in front of you.

You jumped, startled, you weren’t expecting anyone to be sitting there, let alone Jughead.

“How did you find me?” You muttered, sipping your cup of water.

“It wasn’t that hard, I just knew where to look first.” He replied casually, a small smile on his face.

You nodded slowly, not caring at all.

“What are you doing here Jughead? Here to fake like me to get information?” You spat out bitterly, leaning back against the booth.

He sighed, pulling his beanie off his head and running his fingers through his hair messily.

You couldn’t help but look over his features, he looked even better without his beanie on.

You were too caught up in observing his looks when you made eye contact with  him, a small smirk on his face knowing he busted you.

You gave a small smile, a light blush on your cheeks.

“Listen Y/N, I know you think I only hung out with you to find out information, which I did at first, but the more time I spent with you.. I really started to like you..” He rubbed the back of his neck, before looking at you once more.

You nodded slowly, not once looking away from him, you wanted to hear this, all of it.

“After all the time we’ve spent together, I’ve really grown to care about you.. I like you Y/N.” He smiled, making your insides flutter.

You smiled back, moving your hair behind your ears.

You took a deep breath, clearing your throat before looking back at him.

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I was just too shy to admit it.” You spoke quietly, taking a sip of your water again.

You glanced at Jughead who was smirking to himself, making you choke on your water slightly.

Jughead laughed making your cheeks red.

“I told you secrets never last, I was going to find out what you were hiding eventually.” He grinned, making you tense a bit.

“If that’s true.. then I need to tell you something..” You ran your fingers through your hair nervously.

You were going against everything the Southside stood for, but this was Jughead, he needed to know.

You motioned him to come closer, taking a deep breath before whispering, “I know who killed Jason Blossom.”

That night things changed, Jughead was right, secrets never do last, and they always come out when you least expect it.

If These Sheets Were States

Summary: Based on “If These Sheets Were States,” by All Time Low (X). 

Warnings: fluff. that’s basically it. fluff and pet names and iffy writing because it’s my first post.

Word Count: 1,588 Words

note: This is my first ever time writing on Tumblr and sharing it. This is for @sanjariti  and her prompt game and I am dedicating it to her because she is an absolute ray of sunshine and I love her. Please, if you like it let me know or tell me what I could be doing better! Thank you so much for reading! :)


Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

Sunday mornings have always been something to revel in, whether it’s sunlight streaming through worn curtains or now, with a muscular forearm draped across her hips. Sheets with childhood idols (or cartoon heroes) made way for soft gray linens that draped over your sore limbs.
“Blanket hog,” spoken in a tired and gruff voice was all it took to pull her from her slumber as the arm around her torso pulled her closer to his chest.
“Is that serum those science guys gave you not enough to keep you warm and cozy?” After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she did her best to drape the sheets over his body that currently dwarfed her figure. 

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Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

Word count: 2,890

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Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

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