trying to sleep on a loveseat

Truth or Dare

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe)

Multi-fic: Yes? I’m splitting this up into a couple chapters so *finger-guns*

A/N: First Riverdale fic so sorry if anyone here sounds a bit OOC. Also, I don’t really write so *shrugs* be nice please. I had this idea just pop up and HAD to write it.

This was a horrible idea. Truly horrible. It hadn’t even been a half hour into the game before people started getting crazy and clothes were lost. It had started out as a simple sleep over. I just wanted all my friends to be in one place for once without someone trying to rip another’s throat out. My parents had left for the weekend so we were all situated in the living room, Cheryl and I sat in the loveseat, Betty, Veronica, and Archie were on the couch, Jughead was on the recliner (legs crossed and on his laptop), and Kevin was perched on the coffee table between the couch and recliner.

Within ten minutes of the game starting Veronica had dared Betty to keep her shirt off for the rest of the night, Kevin had dared Archie to take his pants off, Cheryl dared me to lose my shirt, Betty (with a face so red you’d think she would’ve passed out) had dared V to ditch her dress, I got Kev to take his shirt off, and Archie got Jug to lose his shirt. Jug had just dared Archie to not be an idiot for the rest of the night, which made everyone laugh. Everyone except Cheryl was somewhat nude and embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Kevin called my name. “Yes,” I answered, staring right at him, trying to be cocky. “Truth… or dare?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. Everyone stared at me as I debated my choices. I decided I didn’t trust that twinkle, and no matter what choice I made I’d be in trouble. “Truth.” I sighed. Kevin’s face almost split in two at my answer, his grin enormous. I tried not to gulp in fear. “I want you to tell everyone here what you really, truly think about them. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Not good.’ I looked him dead in the eye as I said fine, and re-positioned myself on the couch. I took a deep breath before looking at him and speaking. “You’re first then hun,” I said as a small smile grew on my face.

“Kevin, I love you, and I mean that in the most platonic way possible. You were the first friend I made here, and my best friend, and I’ll never forget the way you introduced yourself,” “Oh god Y/N please no!” Kevin cried, a blush creeping up on his face. “Y/N yes,” I mocked. “It adds to the story. Anyways, we were five, I had just moved to town the day before. I was walking through the park when all of a sudden I see this kid come running towards me at full speed, only to fall flat on his face three feet away,” Everyone started laughing while Kevin’s face grew redder. “Y/N!!!” He wailed. “Hush!” I said, still chuckling. “I ran over to him to help but he just sprung up and grabbed my hand and started shaking it. ‘Hi, my name’s Kevin, what’s your name? Wanna play!?’ I mocked in a little kid’s voice. Kevin hit me with a pillow. “I didn’t sound like that!” “Kevin shut up or she’ll never finish.” Cheryl spoke. “Yeah,” Archie spoke up. “I kinda wanna hear what Y/N has to say about me too some time tonight.”

Kevin made a zipping motion with his hands over his mouth before sitting back down, playfully glaring at me as well. “I told him my name and he said it was very pretty, and then he asked me if I liked boys, girls, or both. I was really confused at the time but Kevin just repeated it and told me he only liked boys ‘There’s a word for that you know, it’s called gay, and that’s what I am, so are you gay too?’ I just shook my head and said I didn’t like anyone.” I gave a light chuckle. “Kev gave me a weird look before he shrugged and said that was fine, and to come to him if anyone was being mean to me about not liking boys or girls. I knew at that moment we were going to be best friends,” Betty and Ronnie “Aww-ed”, Cheryl rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile in them, Archie smiled and Jug gave a smirk. 

“You’ve always been there for me Kev, every time I needed you, and I feel honored every time you come to me because you need someone. You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times, and for the most part you knew when to back off. You’re so sassy and confident and I’m so jealous you have the confidence to be who you are. You always try to look on the bright side of things and keep everyone in a cheery mood. You’re amazing and wonderful and I never wanna let you go.”

I paused to look at Kevin, his eyes were watering up and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry right then and there. “You mean the goddamn world to me Kev, you’re the twin brother I wish I always had. I’d crawl on broken glass for you. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need someone to vent to, or if you ever need someone to have your back in a fight.” We smirked at each other, my eyes starting to water up as well. “I love you Kevin Keller, with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.” As soon as I had finished Kevin jumped at me, a couple tears streaming down his face and falling on my shirt as he nearly squeezed the life out of me. I hugged him back immediately and held him just as tightly, a few tears of my own falling as well. “Oh, I love you too Y/N! You’ve always been like a sister to me. I swear you mean the world to me too!” 

He kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away. When I looked around I saw that everyone had gotten misty-eyed, even Jughead, who was trying (and failing) to make it look like he hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. Kevin eventually made his way back to the coffee table, wiping his eyes before looking straight at me. “I swear to god Y/N if the rest of your speeches go anything like this I’m grounding you.” Everyone laughed while I looked around the room, trying to see who I would talk about next.

A.N.: Okay! First part is up! Let me know what you guys think and who Y/N should talk about next *wink* Also if you wanna be tagged that’s more than fine just let me know please!

Tag List (okay just *blushes*): @mrsjugheadjonesthethird, @supernovares


Summary: Reader’s parents go missing so Tim lets them say at the manor with him. Platonic Tim Drake x Reader.

Word count: 588

Request/prompt: No

Warnings: ANGST, parental figures missing, depressed!reader, platonic relationship.

Notes: I’m trying to schedule this but I’m not sure it’s going to work.  First time writing angst. I don’t know.


You had officially been staying at the Wayne manor for one month. You only stayed because you had nowhere else to go since your parents went missing. They had been kidnapped by Killer Croc. Once Batman had gotten down to where Killer Croc took them, Batman couldn’t find any sign of your parents. The police were called and they found no trace of your parents ever being there.

Tim had been kind enough to let you stay with him at the manor until your parents were found. You knew it would be a long time before you would see them again, if you would ever see them again.

Tim did his best telling you that one day, you would see your parents again. He always reassured you when you got depressed. He did an amazing job while he was severely overworked and sleep deprived.

One day Tim snapped at you. Even though you knew it had to be due to stress and his lack of sleep that made him act that way it still hurt your feelings. You seemed to be walking on glass around him, careful to not try to set him off again. He was one of the best friends you had and you didn’t want to lose him. Especially now when you needed him most.

You knew you were getting on his nerves. You knew Tim had gotten sick of you, he didn’t want you there any more.

You and Tim were in the living room, he was on his computer and you were sitting on the loveseat off to his side. You don’t know what even happened but something set you off. Tim might have said something, maybe his expression changed while he was looking your way, he did something and the floodgates burst.

“I’m sorry.” You say, getting up from your spot.

“What?” Tim asks not exactly knowing what you mean.

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t want me here.” You start to feel the familiar sting in your eyes, knowing you’re about to cry. You know it’s stupid to feel this way but you can’t help it. You always have had problems knowing when you had overstayed your welcome and you think your time is up.

Tim still didn’t understand what you were talking about. “I don’t mind if you stay in here. You can sit on the couch with me if you want.”

“No, Tim. Not this room. I know you don’t want me here. In the manor. You’re sick of me.” Tears start to slide down your cheeks. “You are just too nice to tell me to get lost.”

“No.” Tim stands up, grabbing you by your shoulders. “Y/N, I’m not sick of you. You are my best friend. I’m happy to have you here and I don’t want you to think this way. Okay?”

You don’t feel confident in your voice so you just nod.

“If you ever have any concerns you come talk to me. You will always have a home here, Y/N.” Tim wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug. You are close to sobbing as you wrap your arms around Tim.

“I’m so sorry…” You say, shoving your face into Tim’s shoulder.

“Don’t be. I’m the one who’s sorry. I made you feel this way.”

You both let go of each other. Tim takes your arm and leads you into the bathroom to get cleaned up before you both sit down and have a conversation about what’s been happening.

Nothing to Worry About

Thomas x Reader


“Relax babe everything will be okay,” Your boyfriend Thomas told you.

You had invited Thomas over for a movie night with your best friends, Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette.

You knew that Lafayette would be okay, the two of them had worked together in France for a while. Hercules probably wouldn’t care, just get tired of all the bickering that you knew would happen.

What you were really worried about was John and Alexander.

Alex and Thomas were immense rivals, and you knew that Alexander wasn’t the happiest knowing that you and Thomas were lovers.

John wouldn’t fight like Alex would, but he was still nervous about what Thomas might do to you. He didn’t want his best friends getting hurt.

You let yourself and Thomas into John’s apartment, yourself already having a key.

“We’re here!” you called out into the room.

Footsteps approached you and Thomas, Lafayette turning the corner.

He and Thomas started talking in French, a language that you didn’t understand.

You rolled your eyes and went to find the others, seeing Alex sitting on the couch and watching the previews for whatever movie Hercules had just put in. Then John came in with a bowl of popcorn.

All of you smashed onto the couch, somehow you ending up on Thomas’s lap.

There was so much silence, all of you sitting straight ahead watching the movie.

Even though it was a really bad movie.

All of the sudden Thomas broke the silence.

“Is this even acting?”

Everyone gave weird sounding snorts.

“Definitely not,” Alexander replied.  

“I mean just listen to the accents. They’re clearly fake,” Thomas shot back with.

Then everyone started trashing the movie, joking and laughing. Everyone was getting along for once.

The topics started moving from the movie to foods to games then to books. Sometimes Alexander and Thomas would try and start a debate, but you shut it down before it could go anywhere.

All of you ended up falling asleep spread all over the room. Lafayette lay flat faced on the floor, Hercules leg on his head. The rest of Hercules was stuffed in a chair that was way too small for him.

John and Alex were sprawled together, half on the coffee table and half on the loveseat.

Thomas was lying on the couch, you resting on top of him. You listened to his heartbeat, the soft beating lulling you to sleep.

“See? You didn’t have anything to worry about,” Thomas said softly.

You smiled.

“I love you Thomas.”

“I love you too.”

Jacob Frye x Reader: In his Dreams
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A/N: A story where Jacob Frye thinks his S/O is dead only to wake up and find her in his bed. [R/Q from anon—thank you for your patience!] Because of the request, the point of view is going to be changed, and this will be read more like a fanfiction than a reader insert, I feel, so…insert yourself or insert a fan character or whoever. Hope that is okay~

Rating: SFW (graphic violence).

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He was always worried as of late. Jacob Frye had accepted (Y/N)’s hand in marriage, but that action alone…an action that should warm him to the core…chilled him to death as it felt like he had damned her to die. The mere wedding band he placed upon her finger was almost equal to a noose in his opinion, and he couldn’t help but find himself a reckless bundle of nerves when he wasn’t around his wife.

“I swear, you worry too much at times, Jacob,” (Y/N) teased, sitting down at the loveseat upon the train headquarters. “You weren’t always like this, so what has you so on edge?”

Admittedly, Jacob knew that this wasn’t like him—he knew it was weird and nearly out of character for him; however, he was denied any sort of love he found genuine growing up, and the fear of letting that slip away was heavy upon his shoulders and heart.

When (Y/N) called him out on it, he chuckled briefly while removing his top hat to dig his fingers within his hair as if to remove the worry from his mind. “I apologize for it, love.” Tossing his hat off to the side to let it land where it may, he moved himself upon the loveseat next to the woman he adored and sprawled across it with his head in her lap to gaze upward at her with a playful smirk, his hands folded upon his stomach as he did so.

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The Joker x Dead Reader

You were gone in an instant and he never thought he would be so lost without you. Too bad the dead can never come back…

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Another sleepless night. He tosses and turns, adjusting his pillow, but his mind won’t shut down. He just can’t sleep without you. The Joker looks at your side of the bed. You’re not there…and you will never be again.

He sighs and takes a deep breath, hiding his face under the sheets, trying not to think of your smile. It’s useless. He grunts and uncovers himself, his eyes resting on your favorite loveseat by the window.

He can almost see you there, in the pale morning light, polishing your handgun, wearing that cute lacy nightgown he liked so much. It was your favorite firearm; he gave it to you on your birthday, customized with your name and his, and plated it with gold over the shiny red background color.

“Baby doll, I regret given that to you. Stop messing with it. Come back to bed, I wanna sleep in.”

“Why, can’t you sleep if I’m not there?”

“You know I can’t.”

“Jeez, baby, what would you do if I’d die? You’d never sleep again?” you used to ask, teasing him.

“No, I would just get another girlfriend.”


He remembers how you always frowned at his answer.

“I would come back and haunt you! NO GIRLFRIEND, do you hear me?”

“If you come back to haunt me, could you be naked please?”

“You want me to be naked?”

“Yes!” he would burst out laughing, his blue eyes glowing with content.

“OK, I’ll come back naked then,” you giggled, charging for the bed and landing on top of him with all your strength.

“Auch, Pumpkin, lose some weight.”

“You’re so mean J,” you complained, playfully punching his cheek.

“I know I am,” the Joker admitted, fully aware you put up with all his crap and you would fall asleep cuddling for a few more hours.


He gets up at the side of the bed, sniffling, then heads towards the bathroom, turns on the water and gets in the bathtub. He hopes it’s going to comfort him a little bit.


“Taaaaa-daaaaaaa!” your cell phone in his face when he was so busy with the paperwork, planning future heists.

He already knew what it was: you took care of another person (or multiple ones) on his black list. But he still looked at the pictures.

“See Puddin? Killed them all for you.”

“You’re such a good doll.” He wasn’t really paying attention anymore.

“I know,” you chuckled and leaned over for a kiss. All you got was a peck on the lips.

“This is no way to kiss your girl, Mister J.  I’ll tell you what: I’m going to take a bath and you’re going to join me in 5 minutes, ok?”

“I’m busy, Princess.”

“I’ll be extraaaaaa nice,” you whispered in his ear and walked away. Every single time he debated maybe about 10 seconds.

“God dammit!…I’ll be there in 5, doll!”

“ Kaaayyy, Puddin. “

He loved to lean against you in the bathtub so you can wash his hair and massage his shoulders.  You always hummed some silly song you would make up on the spot and he purred, half asleep.

“Look, J, it never fails: you give me goosebumps when you purr.”

“U-hummm, “ he muttered with his eyes closed.

“So crazy how you do that to me all the time,” you wondered, baffled at the mystery. He wanted to laugh but he pretended to be dosing off.

“Here, give me your forehead,” you often asked and he just tilted his head backwards even more so you can plant a trail of soft kisses along his “Damaged” tattoo. He secretly liked it, but never told you.

“J, say you love me,” you would ask, rinsing his hair.

“Hmmmm?” he pretended not to hear, still with his eyes closed.

“Say: I love Y/N.”


You tried another approach to get what you wanted.

“ I love you, Puddin.  More than anything.”

“More than diamonds?” he would snicker, adjusting his head on your breasts.

“I said more than anything, you jerk!” This used to get you all worked up, but he’d let you win in the end, especially after you squeezed your legs around him as hard as you could.

You moved his jaw, trying to make him talk.

“Say: I LOVE…Y/N! Say it or I’ll crush you with my thunder thighs! Say you love me!”

“I love….” your green eyes would widen, waiting for the answer “…guns.” he grinned.

“Seriously?!” you pouted, splashing water all over.” “That’s it, I’m going to kill you!”

The bathroom looked like a battlefield after you were done chasing him all over the huge bathtub: water on the floor and bubbles almost reaching the living room.

“Truce! Truce!” you panted out of breath, retreating to one corner of the tub.

“You started, Kitten! Are you sure?” he would smirk, licking his lips, slowly approaching you.

“Yes, I give up, you win.”

“Good decision, doll.” The Joker pulled you on his legs, moving the wet hair off your face so he can see your red cheeks. You locked your arms around his neck and stared in his eyes.

“Say you love me, Puddin.” You never gave up.

“If you don’t say it, I’m not goin…”

He liked to interrupt your little speech:

Before you could make another sound his lips were crushing against yours and it always ended up being a wild night.


He feels the water got cold. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in there, just staring at the faucet. There’s no more laughter, no more kisses, no more you.

Just him, alone with his demons and his sorrow.

He finally brings himself to get out of the tub and gets dressed. He opens the walk in closet and chooses something, he doesn’t even care what; then he sees your clothes. He tried to get rid of your things, but the pain of not having your stuff around was greater than giving them away, so he saved it all.

The Joker looks through your items, stopping from time to time to smell them. They still have your scent. Suddenly, his heart sinks even more: here are your maternity clothes that you kept for next time you might have been lucky enough to get pregnant .


You were so depressed when you lost the pregnancy. J didn’t really care about having a baby, but seeing you cry for days and being so upset, he started to be upset too. He even took a few weeks off and laid low at the penthouse with you. You were sobbing all night and he used to stay awake and talk to you, caress your hair and plan how to get rid of the Bats. It made you feel better and he knew it.

“Please stop crying, baby doll,” he used to beg and he is not the type that begged.” You are going to get sick and who’s going to help me with everything I have to do, hmmm?… Are you going to eat something in the morning?”

You just looked at him with teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Our baby is gone, J. Gone… There’s nothing here,” you said, taking his hand and place it on your tummy, crying harder when he kissed it.

“It’s ok, Princess, we’ll try for another one,” he finally told you one time, hoping it will calm you down.

“For reals?” you finally smiled after he thought you’ll never smile again.

“Yes, for reals.”

“You promise?” You immediately looked so full of hope.

“I promise. Now stop crying, you’re so ugly when you cry,” he joked, waiting for you to elbow him in protest.


But your dream never came true.

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. J already knows who it is.

“Come in, Frosty.”

He heads towards the living room so he can talk to his right hand.

“Hi, Boss. I know you’re… busy, but…about tonight…”

“Do whatever you need to do, Frosty, you’re in charge,” he mutters, cutting him off, visibly distressed, grabbing your cell phone he keeps on the table.

“OK, boss, I’ll take care of everything.” Frost knows to tread lightly so he won’t aggravate the Joker even more. He opens the door to leave, but he makes up his mind and turns around.



“Do you want something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” and by the tone of J’s voice, Frost knows to leave the matter alone. He’s just worried about his boss. He doesn’t eat, by the looks of it he doesn’t sleep, he’s on the edge and nothing good could come out of it. But maybe it won’t last forever…In the meantime, he will just do his job and make sure everybody else is doing theirs.

After Frost leaves, J goes out on the balcony. This was your favorite spot in the penthouse because you loved the view from the 30th floor.

He turns on his cell phone, pressing on the first contact on his list: “Princess.”

He watches your own phone turning on in his other hand, sadly smiling at your wallpaper: a picture of him sleeping, his green hair all over his face. He winces when he hears your voice:

“Helllloooo, this is Y/N. If you’re not my Puddin, I don’t care so don’t bother leaving a message. If you are my Puddin, you can leave a message after the beep. I’ll probably see you in a few minutes. (you giggle) I love you, muaaahhhhhh.”

He replays the message again. He misses your voice so much.

“…..muahhhhhhh.” Again…and again…


If he knew he’d lose you that day, he would have left you behind. But you always wanted to participate in everything. You were a good business partner and a good shooter, you always had his back. And never took no for an answer. Just as stubborn as he was.

You were sitting on his lap, tracing the visible tattoos on his chest from under his jacket, pretending to be bored at the meeting, but actually very alert and ready to act if needed. You loved to play the indifferent, clueless girlfriend with the new business partners; it gave you time to study them and observe if something was wrong.

That’s why you were the first to notice the gun pointed at J from behind the wall, already firing bullets in a split second. No time to do anything else but stand up and position yourself in front of him. Everything happened so fast.

J didn’t even realize you were hit until he saw blood soaking through your white shirt. Then another bang, and another one. You stood still, gasping for air, trying not to collapse, shielding him.

All hell broke loose: gunshots shrieking from one side to the other, a few more hit you in the crossfire before you fell, wheezing, squinting your eyes in pain.

The Joker caught you before you hit the floor, not even giving a damn about the carnage or the fact that he could get hit too.

Within seconds, Frost and your henchmen placed themselves in front of both of you, shutting at large, already knowing they messed up big time.

J was on his knees, shocked, not knowing what to do, holding you with one hand and pressing your wounds with the other, desperate to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood it dripped on the floor and soaked his clothes too. Your lips kept on slightly moving, repeating something that he couldn’t hear with all the noise around. He brought you closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and he finally heard your whisper:

“Say… you…love…me…say…you…love…me…”

He doesn’t remember ever feeling like he’s going to die from despair until that very moment when he knew he can’t do anything for you. Your breathing was getting shallow and your lips didn’t move anymore. You just looked at him, slowly blinking, your vision getting cloudy, holding on with all you had got, waiting for him to say the words.

“I love… you,” you heard him say, and you wanted to tell him not to ever cry because nobody can see the Joker cry. But you couldn’t say the words.

“I love… you.”

That’s all you heard before you closed your eyes.


It’s starting to get breezy on the balcony. He cracks his neck, placing your cell phone in his pocket, not sure what to do with his.

He finally decides and dials Frost’s number.

“Yes, sir?”

“Bring the car around and leave the engine on, I have to go somewhere. Alone. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“OK, boss.”

The Joker gets his purple coat and glances at your picture in the hallway before taking his leave.

“See you soon, baby doll,” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

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sneakingghost  asked:

And just like before, the ghost gets in Midbus' place unnanounced. He doesn't need to open doors as a ghost but- does anyway to let anyone close enough know that he arrived.. and made his way to Midbus room, ready to hop on to the edge of the bed.

Half asleep, the large gioza was shifting constantly trying to get comfortable. He had already ended up taking his shirt off and the blankets had pooled around his thick waist from all the tossing and turning. It wasnt much use no matter what he did, drifting in and out of sleep again and again. Next time, he thought, I’m buying a bigger bed. His shoulders were as wide as dang loveseat and he was finding it impossible to roll over.

It was then the door creaked open, atleast he thought so. He slowly opened his eyes groggily to see a glimpse of someone pink float in, though it was hard to tell in the moonlight. The massive gioza grunted and closed his eyes again.

Nothing More Part 2

Featuring: Mark Tuan of got7, Lee Taemin of SHINee, Hwasa of mamamoo. (Minor Appearances by : Jackson wang, JB, and Kai.)

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst

Word count: 5,372

Warnings: hints of a controlling / abusive relationship, alcohol,  and drunkenness.

(you can read part 1 here)

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Pietro x Tony’sdaughter!Reader Imagine

Hi dear!! Could you please write an imagine where the reader and Pietro are dating in secret (cuz she’s Tony’s daughter) and one day at night she can’t sleep so she sneaks into Pietro’s room to stay with him and it’s all cute and stuff? Your imagines are amazing!! 💗

You were sitting with Pietro on the couch. Everyone was gone so you two were free to cuddle under a blanket. For the last three months you two had been dating in secret. Your dad was known for being over protecting and for acting before he really thought things through; your dad was Tony Stark. You two were in the middle of cuddling when the elevator dinged and the doors began to open a few feet away.

Like a flash, Pietro was gone and nowhere near you. Your dad and Bruce walked into the room. “Hey kiddo,” your dad smiled at you. “What are you doing in here all by yourself?”

You had to stop yourself from laughing. “Just relaxing, Dad. Just turned the TV off to rest my eyes for a bit. What are you two doing?”

“About to test a theory out about particles and the effect they may have towards-”

You cut off your Dad, “-Nevermind. Forget I asked.”

Pietro walked into the room like he hadn’t been in there a moment ago. “Tony, Bruce, good to see you’re back. Y/N, are you using the TV?”

“Not at all. Help yourself.” Your Dad and Bruce excused themselves as Pietro sat on the loveseat next to the couch you were on.

“Good call,” you said to him. “Coming out of the hallway like you hadn’t seen me all day.”

“Thank you. I thought it’d be a nice touch,” he grinned. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Only if I can make popcorn.”


You tossed and turned for the thousandth time and finally gave up on sleep. After drinking tea, reading, and trying to watch some TV, nothing helped you get to sleep. You looked at the clock- 1:14.

You stood up from bed and pulled down the extra large sweatshirt you had on. You carefully opened your bedroom door and padded down the hallways barefooted. You finally got to the door you were looking for and slowly turned the handle, making as little noise as possible.

Entering the dark room you smiled as the little light from the window highlighted Pietro’s sleeping face and  white hair. You walked in and slowly closed the door behind you. You tip toed to his bed and, as carefully as you could, scooted under the covers and buried yourself into Piet’s side.

“Y/N,” he mumbled with a groggy voice.

“Sorry, Piet, did I wake you?”

“No, no. What are you doing in here, princesa?”

“I couldn’t get sleep.”

He wrapped an arm around you and squeezed you closer to him. “Then I’m glad you came here. What do you want to talk about?”

“Talk about?”

“Whenever Wanda and I couldn’t get to sleep we’d stay up as long as it took, all night if needed, and talk. About whatever popped into our heads. So, what do you want to talk about?”

You thought for a second. “Dog,” you said matter-of-factly.


“Dogs,” you nodded. “I think we need a dog in the tower.”

“Ok then,” he chuckled. “So….” And you two finally drifted off to sleep hours later as the sun was coming up.

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Hartwin. Blue moon + mission gone wrong but oh so right.

Well, this turned out unexpected, to say the least. 

“I can’t believe you’re making us do this,” Eggsy hissed under his breath.

“You two are the perfect team to play this part,” Merlin replies, voice perfectly level, though Eggsy can imagine the subtle little smirk turning up the corners of his mouth.

“It’s a couples’ counseling cruise.” Eggsy can’t believe that there’s 1) posh wankers who can afford therapy and a cruise and 2) voluntarily sign up for it. He supposes the promises of an open bar, two hours scheduled with a couples’ massage, and personal Jacuzzi jets in the baths make spilling out relationship problems to a counselor and equally-suffering couples at least a little bearable.

It’s also an opportunity for one of the couples—a certain Mr. and Mrs. Donahue—to run an undercover drug smuggling operation while the ship unloads the cargo at certain destinations. They’d been under the radar for a long time, and their “business” had actually skyrocketed during V-Day. No longer cronies, as they’d murdered their higher-ups, Mr. and Mrs. Donahue sailed the high seas, wined and dined customers, ran an underground drug ring, and offered relationship counselling at exorbitant prices. 

There are worse missions, Eggsy reminds himself as soon as he steps into the boat. While Roxy’s squatting in a dirty motel in Russia, Eggsy gets to sip cocktails, lounge lazily on a sunlit deck, and eat shrimp toast in the hot tub.

But he also has to be here with Harry.

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apanoplyofsong  asked:

Oh man but “23. i’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so i don’t ruin my friends wedding” for Bellarke would be a gift because: either of them drunk, I mean GOD BLESS

Guess who’s still taking months to get through the prompts in her inbox? This girl!! I hope you enjoy in spite of the long, long wait. 

[AO3] [FFN]

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The blonde is looking at him earnestly and speaking way too loudly as she pets the growing damp spot on his chest where she spilled her glass of champagne. The fact that she’s not even using a napkin, and is essentially just groping his chest, tells him she is drunk.

Like, really drunk.

He doesn’t recognize her, so he figures she must be there for Lincoln. He feels like he’d remember if any of Octavia’s friends looked like she does. 

Taking hold of her wrist, he halts her progressively more intimate strokes. “I’m not sure that’s helping.”

Her face flushes even darker than the glow the alcohol has already given it. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. Well, he thinks it’s supposed to be a whisper, but it’s pretty much a yell. Way over where they’re dancing by the DJ booth, he can see Miller and Monty lift their heads and glance over at Bellamy and the drunk girl.

“I believe you,” he tells her, raising an eyebrow. 

She looks confused, then a look of dawning horror comes over her face. 

“Oh my god. Listen—listen,” she says, and when she wobbles, she reaches out and plants her palms firmly on Bellamy’s chest. He looks down, bemused. “I’m really—really drunk.” 

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klaine advent 2015 #1: anniversary

Blaine loves anniversaries, like, a lot. The big ones and the little ones, the ones they both remember fondly and the ones Kurt doesn’t even remember until his husband explains to him why they’re celebrating. The thing is, there are a lot of Blaine-certified anniversaries during the holiday season. (ao3)

The first week of anniversaries - also the first week of December - is charming, sweet, and an enjoyable break from their usual routines. Kurt’s personal favorite is the anniversary of the first time they went ice skating, which first happened before they started dating. Blaine had taken him to one of the smaller and less populated ice rinks in the city, one that Kurt didn’t know of so that it was a surprise, and they spent a blissful hour and a half skating together.

Other anniversaries in the first week included their first time baking Christmas cookies together, the first time they kissed under a sprig of mistletoe, and the first time they watched a Christmas movie together. Kurt, of course, doesn’t remember these specific dates, but apparently Blaine has the memory of an elephant when it comes to the two of them.

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seize the moment

She wakes up from a sleep she doesn’t remember falling into with her head on his shoulder, warm and a little cramped but still so cozy. He’s stirring above her, the heavy weight of his head lifting from the top of hers.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters, rubbing at his eyes, and she sighs, but she can’t bring herself to raise her head just yet. Maybe they’ve just woken from a sleeping spell, and maybe the town is in grave danger, and maybe the queens of darkness are proceeding with their plan as they sit here on the loveseat, but it’s just so comfortable. So relaxing to get a break with him in the middle of the chaos, even if uncalled for.

“That was… kind of nice,” she says, tipping her head back to try and catch his eye. He snorts, even as his arm lifts up to wrap around her shoulder and pull her closer to his side.

“Look at you, embracing the quiet moments.” He smiles, drops a kiss to the top of her head, and she closes her eyes.

“We gotta go,” she whispers. But as he starts to move, she tugs him back with her fingers around his hook. “Just… thirty more seconds.”

tresheureux-deactivated20170526  asked:

prompt: bucky's reaction to finding out tony told Steve that "everything special about him came from a bottle"

This was so fun!! Thanks for the prompt. :) This is set in the few days before Bucky decides to go into Cryo after cacw… I added some snarky Sam in here because I love him so much. Enjoy!

Sam and Steve are seated in the common area of their side of the palace, casually flipping through the channels on the large flatscreen mounted on the wall. Sam is occupying the long green couch that faces the television, his body stretching across it. His left arm dangles off the side, remote in hand. The volume on the tv is low, and the captions are on, since rarely anything is in English. T’challa has been teaching Sam a thing or two about his language, and every now and then Sam mumbles a word he recognizes, trying out the unfamiliar sounds in his mouth. Steve is seated in a loveseat that is placed perpendicular to Sam’s couch, sketchbook in hand.

Bucky walks into the room, hair messy, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Hey,” He mumbles, exchanging a soft smile with Steve.

“What’s goin’ on, Sleeping Beauty!” Sam hollers loudly, earning simultaneous and very unamused glares from Bucky and Steve.

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I Won't Say I'm In- (Chapter 2)

A/N: Okay, okay! I know I’m kind of shit, but last season’s finale kind of put me in a loop so I wanted to see how’d this chunk of the show would go before continuing! (I’m sorry! It’s been almost half a year!) But anyway, here you go! It’s supposed to follow right after the mid-season finale.  How I did it was that both Karma’s and Amy’s sections are around the same time (as they kind of match up) as to not add any confusion! Please enjoy!

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