under streetlights

I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of

  • having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
  • like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
  • stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
  • fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
  • an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
  • “get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
  • I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
  • this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
  • *is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
  • writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.

this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.

girls weren’t just soft but of course i loved that part of them too; the touch of skin and the sighing and the way they looked when standing under streetlights in the snow. 

they were hard edges. the bite that made a mark for days later, that you wore under a scarf, that you wore with pride. the nails that left blood and the lips that tore under teeth. hipbones under hands, thick girls in thigh highs, garter belts on the waists of women who knew how powerful they were.

women loving women wasn’t always pink and gentle, although it had such a capacity to be. it was blue and bruises and ripped dresses and joyful screams. it was raw and fierce and the fire of sundown more than the slow of monday morning. i want to hold her hand and kiss her on the cheek and carry her gently. but i also want her in a wild way, in the way of forests and freckles and fridays, in the way that consumes, in all of me. 

I want a girlfriend and I want to hold her hand and walk with her and kiss her under a streetlight as the snow flies around us and I want to lend her my jacket when she’s cold or borrow hers it doesn’t matter I just wanna share clothes with her and I want us to build snowmen and make snow angels and celebrate Christmas together and get each other gifts even though we didn’t agree to do that and drink hot chocolate and share cute kisses under mistletoes and wear oversized sweaters and fuzzy socks and have lots of blankets and cuddle and be really soft and I just really want a girlfriend to keep me warm during winter is that too much to ask

Little Fireheart. (Rowaelin Oneshot)


Rowan’s eyes shot open.

He glanced at his wife, her breathing steady and quiet, her body outlined by the light of the moon. Rowan had been away with Aedion for the last week, overseeing Terrasen’s new recruits, and he had spent hours making it up to Aelin earlier that evening. Considering how often she moaned his name, and the marks on his back from her nails, he figured he was forgiven.

With a smile, he pulled up the thin, white blanket to her bare shoulders, and kissed her forehead gently. “I love you, Fireheart.”

As he stood, he swore he heard her mumble Buzzard, but when he looked back, eyebrows raised, she was still sound asleep. He pulled on his pants with a chuckle and grabbed a blanket from the chair by the fireplace on his way out the door.

The creaking of the stairs had stopped, and the pitter-patter of small feet were now heavy on the main floor. Wrapping the blanket around his broad shoulders, Rowan silently took the stairs two at a time.

He found her by the window, watching the city-goers walk by their private residence under the streetlights. She had her chin perched on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs as she sat on the window sill, her golden hair a mess and her pajamas rumpled. She was clinging to her white-fur blanket, the one she was given by Gavriel the day she was born.

He leaned against the door frame, watching her, admiringly. He thought back to the first time he held her in his arms, bundled in that same blanket, when terror and love and utter joy flooded him. He remembered looking into the eyes of his firstborn, his daughter, and knowing he was in trouble. She had put him through hell since the day she’d been born, and she was only four. There was a lot more hell to go.

And he loved every minute of it.

“Didn’t your mother tell you to stay in bed?”

The small figure jumped at her father’s voice, her cheeks turning pink as she turned to face him. “Maybe….”

The silver-haired fae crossed his arms as he tried not to smile, and failed. “Ana.”

When her lip began to wobble, he ran to her side and pulled her into his arms. Once her small arms had wrapped around his neck, and her head was lying on his shoulder, he sighed.

“Are you mad, daddy?” she asked.

Rowan sat down on the cushioned couch that sat in front of the fireplace and wrapped his blanket around his daughter. “No, why would I be mad?”

“Mommy gets mad when I get out of bed,” she said, matter-of-factly.

He laughed. “Mommy doesn’t get mad. She just wants you to get a good night’s rest, that’s all. So you can grow big and strong.”

“Does mommy get mad at you when you get out of bed?”

He pulled back and looked into those curious, pine-green eyes. It was the only trait she’d gotten from him. “Yes. So, don’t tell her I was out of my bed, and I won’t tell her you were out of yours. Deal?”

She held up her pinkie in answer, and Rowan wrapped his around hers.

“Deal,” she giggled, and fell into his chest.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked her, after a minute. “It is late.”

“I thought you were on my side,” her high-pitched voice was highly offended.

He held up his hands in defense.

The little girl sighed. “Uncle Aedion told me a scary story. Aunt Lysy got mad at him, but he thought it was funny.”

Aedion and Lysandra had taken Aliana to the square earlier that afternoon for lunch, and to find a dress for Friday’s gathering. Apparently, Aedion liked to add his own fun to the agenda.

“Scary story?” he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “About what?”

“About snow leopards.”

“Snow leopards?”

“Yeah, about how they eat little girls with-with blonde hair.”

Rowan made a mental note to kick Aedion’s ass tomorrow when they met for their early morning workout. “Uncle Aedion was just joking, Ana.”

She frowned. “Well, he’s not very funny.”

The corner of Rowan’s lips tugged upward as the little girl in his lap yawned.

“Go to sleep, Ana,” he kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

“Will you stay?” she asked, pine-green eyes growing wide.

“Of course,” he promised, pulling her tighter against his chest.

Another yawn escaped. “Love you, too, daddy.”

They sat there, just the two of them, in silence as he patted her back, giving her the comfort that only he could.


“Hmm?” he asked, realizing he was dozing off.

“Can I be a bird like you?”

It took him a moment to realize she was talking about shape-shifting, and the thought made him laugh, breathily. “You can be anything you want to be, my Little Fireheart.”

But, when he didn’t get a reply, and he looked down at the four-year-old cradled in his arms, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.

A small flame rose, and grew, from within the fireplace.

Rowan glanced toward the door frame and gave its occupant a soft grin. He whispered, “I thought I wore you out.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was humor there, and love. “I came to see why I was the only one in bed.”

He held out his free arm, and before he could take another breath, she was there, lying her head against his shoulder and taking her daughter’s feet into her lap.

“She’s getting so big,” she sighed. “I don’t understand why she thinks I’d be mad to find her downstairs. Remind me to kick Aedion’s ass, by the way.”

Rowan chuckled. “I’d be scared of you, too, Majesty.” Aelin stuck her tongue out at her husband. With a smirk, he continued, “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to come to the conclusion that you two must keep a lot of secrets from me,” she narrowed her eyes as if to say liars.

He shrugged. “A pinkie swear cannot be broken.”

She nudged him in the ribs, then continued to rub his chest with her finger in lazy circles to the sound of his quiet laughter.

“She’s perfect,” Aelin whispered, as Rowan’s eyes closed. “I still think that, every day, just how perfect she is. She reminds me of you.”

“She’s just like her mother,” Rowan whispered, back. “Yes, she is perfect. And beautiful. And kind. And smart.”

As he opened his eyes, he caught the tear that had fallen down his wife’s cheek.

“There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever have this life,” she whispered. “There was a time when I dreamt of this life, with you. Sometimes, it feels like a dream after all that we’ve endured.”

“I often have to remind myself that it’s not,” he kissed her head as the flames in the fireplace grew. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“To whatever end.”

“Always,” she smiled. “To whatever end.”

Aelin fell asleep a minute later, and Rowan sat there, holding them both tightly, lovingly, admiringly, until the flames turned to embers, the logs turned to ashes, and sleep consumed him.

The Arrangement (Part 15)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: You have an encounter with Mark, and Dean shows up just in time. The next morning, the two of you talk things out. Sam arrives with some news.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: physical/sexual assault (minor, no injuries or anything but I know that can be a trigger), language, general angst, low-grade physical violence, little bit of smut… some of everything in this one

A/N: Buckle in, this one is long and jam-packed…. also I think there’s only two more parts left, guys… which makes me SO sad. Thank you all for your continued love for this series, I cannot believe how it’s taken off. You’re all awesome. Also picking a gif for this WAS SO HARD because there are so many Dean moments I wanted to show. But I went with angry because reasons…

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Forgive Me, Father

Summary: You find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room
Square Filled: Virginity
Sam x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, smut, loss of virginity, Priest!Sam, Stripper!Reader
Words: 3,720 (now you know why it took so long
Written for @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

You spotted him as soon as you walked into the room; he looked so out of place, standing by the doorway, away from the dancers and other patrons.

You walked over to him, swaying your hips and flicking your hair over your shoulder to get his attention.

You loved your job, and days like this - people like this - made you love it even more.

“Good evening, father,” you smiled over the music, running your hands up his lapels, “What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

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Kim Jongdae//Collision Course - Part 1

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you somehow manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5)
Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU
Word Count: 7,641

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I actually wrote a fic!

Well, looks like I’m finally taking the plunge and actually writing something. I’m nervous as hell about this, I haven’t written something just for fun in like 2+ years. Whoops.

Slightly AU where Jughead and Betty never kissed that one time, and therefore never got into a relationship. They were still friends when he moved to the Southside.

Loosely based off of Drive by Halsey. (you can blame @bugheadotp and @believe-that-you-can-my-friend for that. fucking bughead/badlands comparisons ruining my life in the best possible way tbh)

thanks @camelotskingz for encouraging me to post this, even though it kinda sucks.

Warnings: Sort of but not really smutty toward the end? that’s really it I think. There’s a Keep Reading cut because it got too long, sorry if you’re on mobile!

There are some roads that seem to stretch out forever. Go on and on forever, and go nowhere. Betty and Jughead found themselves on one of those roads, it had been hours since even a word was spoken. They hadn’t passed a house, another car, or even a gas station. Were they on Route 40? Had they gotten to the interstate? Jughead has no idea. He remembered missing one of the exit signs back there somewhere.

His back was coated in sweat from spending so long in the driver’s seat. The whole time he’d been driving, he’d been trying to ignore how goddamn needy he was to touch her, to feel her, to be with her. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, trying to direct his attention anywhere but the girl asleep next to him. Defeated, he finally decided to give up the driving. Where were they even trying to go? She was asleep anyway. May as well not kill the gas. Jughead thought.

He only had the cash for another refill, which was supposed to take them home. He glanced at Betty. And the frustration made him grit his teeth.
He looked at his phone. 4:02 AM.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly. Turns out, that was the first thing to break the silence that remained ever-present throughout the whole drive.

“Jughead please, I can’t be here anymore, I need to get out of here, just for a couple hours, please. I have to go.” Betty’s voice was racked with sobs from the other side of the phone. It was late. Well, maybe not late, late, but 11:53 is late for someone living in the Cooper household. His nerves steeled from the sound of her crying. Wherever she was going, he was coming, he decided. “No, not by yourself. I’m coming, okay?” Jughead’s own voice was weak and came out much shakier than he intended. He cursed himself for sounding so sleepy.

“Juggie, no, you don’t have to-“ He hastily ended the call. Before he could realize it, he had grabbed the keys to his father’s old truck and had darted out of the trailer, not even bothering to change. Jughead was still wearing his white shirt and pyjama pants, not even stopping for his trademark beanie. His feet slipped into the first pair of shoes he could find, a worn pair of converse two sizes too small that he didn’t have the money to replace.

Betty hung up the phone with a sigh. Of course he was coming. He didn’t have to, of course, but she didn’t want to be the needy girl who called her friend in the middle of the night about every little problem.

Friend? Really? Was that all it was, what they had?

Her hands wiped hastily at her eyes, and she noticed the trails the tears left behind were tinged with a faint bit of mascara, whatever she hadn’t cried off already. What could she say? It had been a hard day. Betty looked out at the empty street, all the identical homes and their suburban façade. It didn’t feel like home. She’d lived there her whole life, in the same damn house all her life, and it still didn’t feel like home. Betty couldn’t help but think, was the Southside any better?

At least the people there don’t lie about their so-called-perfect lives, she thought. Her feet swung back and forth softly, as she saw her breath swirl in the night air and disappear. She missed Jughead, sure. But she didn’t want him back on the Northside. Because all that ever happened to him here was he got chewed up and spit back out by the higher-ups. The Southside seemed better for him. And rather than bring him back here, she’d rather join him. Run off to the Southside and be with him. 
But, as friends. Of course.

And then she noticed Jughead pull up, in FP’s old rickety pickup truck.
Jughead got out of the truck, and walked up the side of the Coopers’ house, until he was directly under her window.

He noticed Betty, doing something he had never seen before. She was sitting on the ledge of her window, very much close to falling. She looked weak, and frail, as though one gust of wind would push her from the sill and she’d land on the ground below. It made him nervous just to think about. But fuck, he’d be lying to himself if he said she didn’t look beautiful. Her hair gleamed like stardust under the harsh streetlights that never seemed to turn on on the Southside. The ones that worked still flickered every so often, threatening to plunge the already-dark streets into complete blackness. On the Northside, however, they turned on and off systematically, on at 10 every night, and off at 5 in the morning. Her skin looked soft, but beaten, almost. It was evident she hadn’t been sleeping enough.

Her eyes locked on Jughead, who looked worn and weary from sleep, she noticed. His steps were sluggish. She’d been sitting on the ledge of her window for an hour now, wondering if she should jump down and run somewhere far far away, or to climb back inside and pray for sleep to draw her into a temporary oblivion. But now he was here, in his father’s old truck, smiling at her. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. The keys spun around his finger, as he called up to her as softly as he could.

“Want to go for a drive?”

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~ SPN 12x12 coda ~

Streetlights gleamed on the hood of the Impala and shone on the windshield as Dean drove past. He listened to the familiar purr and rattle of the old engine. Maybe he should tune the old girl up sometime in the next couple of days. 

You know…when he had the time.

Sam shifted in his sleep and Dean glanced at the rearview mirror to see if he was all right. As they passed under another streetlight, Dean caught a glimpse of Sam curling into the backseat like he used to when they were kids. 

His grip tightened around the steering wheel as his eyes found the road again. Cas let out a long sigh, distracting him for a second. Dean glanced over to find him staring out the window at the passing night.

“Everything all right?” Of course, it would not be, but… 

“No,” Cas said in an irritated sort of huff. Dean’s hands jerked on the wheel, swerving the Impala off to the shoulder. “Dean, no.” He corrected his turn and glared at the asphalt before them. “I’m fine. I feel fine.” 

Dean pursed his lips, looking back in the rearview mirror to check if Sam was still asleep. He was. “Don’t scare me like that, man.”


The only sound in the Impala for a couple of minutes was Sam’s quiet snoring. Dean tapped his thumb on the underside of the steering wheel, searching for the right words. “I…I thought I was gonna lose you.“ Again. He could not go through that again. He cleared his throat when he felt Cas’ eyes on him. “We, I mean.”

“I heard your prayer,” Cas said, softly enough that Dean thought he might have imagined it.

He had prayed – a desperate plea sent out to anyone who would listen. Dean did not remember what he had said. Rather, he remembered the feeling of Cas’ blood and sweat slick against his hand as he held him steady. He remembered the shuddered way Cas struggled for each breath. So yeah, he prayed.

“It was just your voice in my head. I couldn’t understand you exactly, though, since I was a little preoccupied.” Dean sniffed a laugh. “It was…comforting.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror and back to the road, “you said you love – “

Dean’s voice caught and he gulped. He could not just say it outright. What if Cas had not meant it like that? Of course, he did not. Sam and Mom had been there as well and Cas had obviously been talking to them, too. It might have been different had it only been the two of them. Why…why would he… 

“You said you loved us,” he said, cringing at his repeated words. 

“And you called me devastatingly handsome.” 

Dean’s eyebrows arched at the smile in Cas’ voice. “That I did,” he said with an amused snort. He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance over at Cas, catching a glimmer of a smile in his reflection.

Smiling, Dean turned his attention back to the road.

Some Gifts Come Unwrapped


Warning: smut

A/N: sorry this took so long, and i’m not even sure it’s any good. but the best way to get past writer’s block is to write, which is weird, but here ya go lmao

You couldn’t keep your eyes off it, scared that if you’d blink it would disappear. It was beautiful and luxurious and everything you’d dreamed it would be. After pinning an endless supply of pictures of the seemingly unobtainable automobile in your “future car” folder on Pinterest, it was completely and utterly surreal that it was now perched in front of you in all its glory, tied up in a satin red bow.

“It’s white.” It was hard to breathe. “You remembered.”

“Of course I remembered.”

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i. five a.m. dreaming out the windows, eyes open and doors unlocked. chopin’s nocturnes on repeat as if i can somehow fill this cavity with moonlight in the form of a song.
ii. tell me, have you ever felt like a thousand pieces of a thousand people all at once?
iii. this is a lullaby, or perhaps an apology to myself. i’ve forgotten what it means to sleep without the flutter of your heartbeat next to mine.
iv. sometimes i feel like a dozen tectonic plates always shifting, never at rest. there’s a chasm between my ribs and i named it after you.
v. friday night dancing under the streetlights, a song in my throat as i build myself up from the ground. still learning how to pick myself out of the shipwreck, still learning to accommodate the fracture lines across my skin.
vi. i am the thousand people i’ve been before, i am the thousand people i have yet to be. i am learning to love every one.
—  after the earthquake | a.c. for @existential-celestial | want one?
They walked side by side under the streetlights, talking and laughing. His hand kept grazing hers with every step they took until he finally mustered up the courage to grab it. He shot her a sly smile and she scolded herself when she felt her heart rate increase.
“If you could go anywhere, where would it be?” He asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
She thought about it before quietly answering, “Everywhere.”
He stopped walking then, and mulled over her response in his head. When he turned to face her, his eyes held a wild spark .
“Someday, I’ll drag you with me to see the world. Promise to come with me?” His face held a seriousness that was seldom there.
“I promise.”
A wide grin split his handsome features and he pulled her into his chest. She laughed freely. At that moment, their wanderlust souls were filled with hope.
—  n.g // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #23

Originally posted by withjunhui

  • soulmate au with the timer countdown but here’s the twist
  • the time can change depending on decisions made by the person
  • seungcheol is someone who absolutely really wants to meet his soulmate
  • like he literally stares at his timer every time he makes a decision
  • “we should hang out at the beach after school oH WAIT MY TIMER WENT UP. WE CANT HANG OUT”
  • sometimes he forgets that the decisions his soul mate makes also affects his timer
  • he almost cried when he woke up and saw that 2 days were added
  • jihoon has to tell seungcheol to chill 10 times a day
  • but seungcheol just really really wants to meet you
  • he waited his whole life for this bc his mom explained to him that his soulmate is the person that will love and care and cherish you through everything.
  • when he asked what it was like to have a soulmate his mom replied with “it’s different for everyone but for me, your father really makes it feel like I’m falling for him all over again”
  • and when she said that seungcheol just noticed this really sweet and loving look in her eye as she stared at his dad who was working in the corner
  • from that point on seungcheol really wanted have the same kind of love that his parents had
  • seungcheol was playing basketball when his timer suddenly switched from days to minutes
  • and boooyyyy did Hansol have to cover his ears because seungcheol was freaking out
  • the other boys actually want to hit seungcheol but they’re also glad because now they can go to a movie without seungcheol whining when 3 days gets added because of his decision
  • here’s how it goes down
  • since seungcheol was currently freaking out, Hansol and Chan decided to toss the ball back and forth, you know just for fun
  • until it turned competitive and suddenly Hansol is throwing the ball at Chan’s face but luckily he ducks only unluckily it flies towards you
  • seungcheol hears Hansol and Chan do this half gasp half ugly scream and he watches the ball fly towards you and your friend suddenly screams your name because A BALL IS FLYING TOWARDS YOU
  • you turn and just 5 seconds from your face, you catch the ball with your hands and literally the whole park finally starts breathing again
  • when you lower the ball from your face your eyes meet seungcheols and then there’s a sudden ringing in your ears as the time 00:00:00 blinks
  • “and that’s the moment I fell in love with her”
  • seungcheol will in fact tell anyone and anything how he met you
  • and how much he loves you
  • and how much he misses you even though you probably went to the bathroom a minute ago
  • but really it’s endearing because you know seungcheol just really loves you a lot
  • when he looks at you, he looks at you with these sparkles in his eyes and the corner of his lips are curling upwards, and He’s blinking slowly because he doesn’t want to miss a second with you
  • the first time seungcheol kisses you, it’s 1 month after meeting. you two are walking to your house and it’s just nearing one in the morning.
  • you laugh suddenly as you two are walking by the park of your first meeting and you drag seungcheol over, and He’s watching in amusement as you stand inn the exact spot he first saw you
  • “I saw your face exactly in this position”
  • seungcheols heart races when you giggle
  • “you were standing right over there with the boys all wide eyed because you thought the ball would hit my face”
  • “or I thought: wow that’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen”
  • you’re laughing and seungcheols heart is fluttering, and under the dim streetlights, in the exact spot he first saw you in, he held your face softly with his lips gently placed onto yours with such sweetness that melted you completely
  • seungcheol really gloats about you to others
  • *cue jihoon leaving because he really can’t deal with fluffy seungcheol*
  • remember how he really wanted to have a love like his parents
  • well he achieved it
  • baby Chan goes to seungcheol kind of worried about meeting his soulmate and He’s like “hyung what’s it gonna be like”
  • cue flashback and a lovebird seungcheol staring as you talk to joshua in the back like “it’s different for everyone but for me, y/n really makes it feel like I’m falling for them all over again”
  • but baby Chan is still kind of worried “what if it takes me longer to find them”
  • seungcheol is grinning when he catches your eyes and you just stare at him, tilting your head cutely with a smile on your lips and seungcheol looks at Chan
  • “Trust me, it’s worth a whole lifetime of waiting.”
  • soulmate seungcheol is just going to love you with everything he’s got. he’s always exaggerating that he would die for you 20 times a day but he’s just a tall dork that wants to give you all his happiness and all the love in the world. 

Summary: Sam and Dean reassure each other after their visit home. Takes place directly after Home, 1 x 09.

Warning: Wincest, some smut, feels

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: I just needed some codependent boys today. Enjoy! XOXO

Dean stays quiet as they drive away. They don’t talk about anything that Missouri said, or the fact that Mary had been there. They don’t talk about anything, really.

Sam watches Dean, his face in alternating light and shadow as he drives through the night under the streetlights, and wonders what memories he’s lost in. Sam’s lucky. He doesn’t remember that house or their mother. But Dean does. This trip had been hard for Sam, but it’s probably devastating to Dean, and of course he won’t talk about it. He’s just gonna sit there in the driver’s seat and glare at the road until he can pretend he’s fine again.

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anonymous asked:

is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ”
“ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” Bughead! Please and thank you.

as you wish, anon! hope you enjoy the mini-fics.

“is it bad i really want to kiss you right now?”
Future!Fic where Betty and Jughead go to NYU together and share a dorm. 

Betty was sitting in her bed, typing furiously. Every ounce of rage she had was being pummelled at her poor keyboard, and she hadn’t realized her delicate fingers were practically being willed by liquid anger coursing through her veins, until the spacebar on her laptop got jammed in on one side, as if to say stop it Betty, breathe, give me a break too. Pressing the other side more softly, it eventually released. She put the computer to the side and flopped her head into her pillow, trying to get a handle on her breathing, counting out her inhales and exhales.

The dorm was small, and her bedroom even smaller, and her anger over the transpiring of her day’s events seemed far too big to contain in said four walls. Continuing to count her breaths, she walked down the stairs, waved to the RA, and sat outside against the brick walls of her college-mandated living arrangement. If only Jughead hadn’t left the forms to the last minute, perhaps their dorm’s placement would be closer to ideal. Oh well, what could she do?

Once she could feel the molten blood under her pale skin stop rushing, Betty sat up, smiling and proud that she hadn’t dug her nails into her palms as a stress response. Jughead would be so proud, her heart swelled at the thought. Even though the beanie-clad boy had a tough exterior, it was really just hiding the big heart of a child who wanted to be loved.

He cheered her on from the sidelines of everything in her life - cheerleading in high school, to right now, pursuing her major in journalism at NYU. The building with the small apartment her and Jughead called home directly overlooked a busy street, and if not sirens, then honking taxis or the shared rooms’ music floated through the thin apartment walls at all hours. But anywhere Jughead was, she could make it feel home, so there wasn’t too much to complain about. He was with her, after all.

Finally, the boy of the hour came out the door, chest heaving, wearing nothing but a white tank top and black sweats. She stood up and threw her arms over his shoulders, crossing them at the wrist.
“Betty? Where were you? I was so worried, I—“ He stopped mid sentence.

For some reason, Betty looked more beautiful under the flickering streetlight than ever. Her hair looked like stardust spun into strands of gold, as though the very glow of the stars overhead coursed through each thread of it. Instead of tied up into a ponytail, her hair was down and wavy. Her eyes glowed a green akin to the leaves on the little bushes outside the entrance of the door, but laced with a sparkle under the smattering of worn old mascara from earlier. 

Her cheeks and lips were a warm, rosy, invited shade of red, and every one of her breaths came out a breathy swirl of white in the cold November air. Her lips were curled up into a smile. She looked like a work of art, painted by the finest artist with the most beautiful array of pigments he’d ever seen. Jughead wanted nothing more than to meet her lips and kiss her over and over again until the lines on her forehead, marking her confusion and bitterness over what he’d known was a horrible day disappeared.

“Is it bad I really want to kiss you right now?” his voice didn’t come out as smoothly as it had sounded in his head, but rather shaky as he hitched on his own breath.

He couldn’t help himself. Just as the thought left his head, his lips met with hers and she sighed. It felt like home. Try as she might, their small dorm didn’t give her the unforgettable sensation of being at home but his lips evoked just that. His hands rested gently on her waist, as hers rested on his broad shoulders.

Just like when they were teenagers, his heart pounded against the inside of his chest and every single sensation was heightened. The butterflies in her stomach still battered up a storm at his scent of cigarette smoke (a horrid habit, he was well aware,) and deodorant mixed with something all on it’s own. His chapped lips scratched at hers faintly, but she could barely feel it. Their lips broke apart, as her thumb traced the smattering of beauty marks on his skin. She smiled at him, and he could have sworn his heart still stopped every time.

“Betty, it’s freezing cold out here. Lets go back inside, alright? Then you can tell me all about these horrible injustices committed by your english professor,”
“Oh, alright,” She sighed, as he kept one hand on the small of her back as they reentered the worn brick building.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but if Betty and Jughead were together, anywhere they went felt like home.

“do me a favour, kiss my ass.”

set in present time, where jughead has been attending Southside high for a while now.

Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead were sat in a booth at Pop’s, enjoying an after-school break. Well deserved honestly, it was exams week at both Riverdale and Southside High, and they were all worked to the bone.

“I am likely failing that exam,” Veronica said, taking a long sip of her chocolate milkshake before setting the glass down.

“Yeah, me too, Ronnie.” Archie agreed, his face in his hands as he sighed.
“Am I allowed to add that I feel I did pretty well?” Betty said jokingly.

“NO!” They said, in unison. Jughead rolled his eyes at the two, they were sickeningly affectionate in public as Veronica nuzzled into Archie, the two barely comfortable in the vinyl booth.
“If you two want so much room, go get a room. We’re in public, you know.” Jughead said, sardonically, biting his tongue when Betty laughed.

The truth was, he, no, they, were just as sickeningly affectionate as the couple across from them, who were now looking at what appeared to be cat videos on Veronica’s phone, based on the meowing sounds.

Jughead too, loved kissing every inch of Betty’s body, cuddling with her on cold nights and he knew she loved it too. She kissed him on the cheek, smirking at his blush.

“You know, for such a disgustingly sweet person yourself, you seem pretty annoyed by Archie and Veronica. They’re not that bad,” She said, her fingers lacing with his on her left shoulder.

He tried to keep up a cold exterior, but around the beautiful blonde girl next to him, he barely bothered. She’d crack it so easily. 

Betty felt her phone let out a beep, so she took it out of her back pocket to answer the incoming text. Betty’s face screwed up in disgust? Anger? Her lower lip jutted out as she stared at her screen, and all Jughead could think was how much he’d love to take those lips on his own, and kiss her until he could barely breathe. He tried to distance the thought.

“Oh great, now Ethel texts me that she found the exact exam we just took online. I could have used it for preparing!”

“Betty, you’re kidding.” said Archie, looking practically livid. She slid her phone across the table, as he opened the link Ethel had sent to a PDF that showed their exam exactly.

“Betts, I’m sure you did fine, don’t worry about it,” Jughead said, smiling at the beautiful girl sitting next to him. She took a sip of her smoothie, lips removing from it with an audible pop. He stared at her lips again, less-than-decent thoughts entering his stupidly adolescent mind.

“Well if I don’t do fine, our stupid teachers can do me a favour, and kiss my ass.” Betty said bitterly. Veronica giggled a bit at Betty’s uncharacteristic foul language, before her own attention was diverted to Archie, still looking incredulously though Betty’s phone. 

Jughead’s voice dropped an octave lower as he whispered in her ear, “I mean, I would, but we’re in public, you know.” And then his hand dropped from the small of her back to over her behind, and she tried to ignore his fingers toying with the hem of her skirt, occasionally brushing the soft skin.

“Well, lets go somewhere less public,” she whispered back, looking suspiciously at the two teens across from them, a wave of relief washing over her that they hadn’t heard anything.

“Uh, guys, I-uh, gotta go now. My mom needs some help…” she said, standing up and trying to think of a convincing lie as she took her phone from off the table.
“At the Register?” Jughead offered, knowing Betty was a terrible liar.
“Uh, yeah! How’d you know?” She said, trying to play it off as though Jughead hadn’t just filled in her own unconvincing dishonesty.
“Just a guess. I’ll walk you there,” He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes that she had picked up on.

“Uh, sure Betty,” Veronica said, skeptically. “See you later,” Archie added, as the two teens dropped their share of money on the table for the meal, and almost sprinted out of the diner. 

“Those two are going to go fuck, aren’t they?” The raven haired girl added, rolling her eyes.
“Probably,” Archie said, noticing Betty and Jughead’s lips locked to one another right outside.

well that was fun! I always love writing these little ficlets. but as it’s rather late, I don’t think I’ll be able to write any more tonight. I’ll write the rest of them, as well as the endings for my current 3 WIP fics tomorrow, if my stupid writers block lets up. 

if you want to send me more requests from this list, here’s my ask!

Requested by Anon & @wewillfindanewtomorrow
Michael X Reader X Isaiah (Best Friend) ft. Jealousy.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst.
Side note: I fucking hate the name Isaiah after writing this. I’ve never had to retype the spelling of a name so much in my life.
Hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated! This was 2 requests in 1


“(Y/N), you’re going to die an old spinster. I guarantee it!” Isaiah shouted across the table, several of the other brummie lads and girls laughed and continued drinking - including Michael.

It was the first day of “Summer” in Birmingham and the three of you were enjoying the night bar-hopping. Other young Peaky recruits joined as well as their girls and a handful of girls who wanted a Peaky man for herself.

Isaiah and Michael were keenly aware of the attention they were receiving, as were you. You scarcely received any attention from any man or boy whenever you kept the company of your two best friends. No one even dared looking at you, except for a few. You were a Peaky girl - whether you were coupled with a Blinder or not.

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anonymous asked:

it's probably overkill at this point, but i'd love more headcanons for the celeb pr dating au! especially once those two dummies have figured out that they both like each other...

For the Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU

The first time they meet is actually way before they work together, but the interaction is short but memorable–except for the fact that it’s a post-Golden Globes party and both are lit. Cassian’s outside the hotel playing tennis in a tux against his date, an up-and-coming actress who goes on to win an Oscar a few years later, and Jyn, deep into a bottle of tequila, steals his racket and knocks the tennis ball into the swimming pool. He chases her there trying to get it back, and she dives into the pool in her dress, laughing. They don’t remember the specifics of the people involved until photos show up years later while they are filming, reminding them of their first meeting.

The first “date” Bodhi arranges for them with he help of Cassian’s agent, Kay, is dinner in Santa Barbara. They have to play at flirtation, though both resent it. At the end of dinner, Cassian insists on paying, and despite the gulf in their star power and salaries, Jyn insists on paying her half. “If you disregard my opinion, you take away my agency,” she tells him, and he gives her what will be the first of his many surprised but genuine smiles. He tells her later, much later, that this was probably the moment he began to fall in love with her. 

Cassian’s more unhinged stans on the internet start to spam Jyn’s social media account with hate, calling her names all over her Instagram and tagging her on their nasty posts and comments. Jyn’s tough though and drags them right back, but she’s in for a surprise when Cassian, not particularly internet savvy, creates an account and fires back at those fans, calling them bullies and fakes, and telling them if they are real fans they’d stop. Jyn thanks Kay for this later and tells him that it was unnecessary for the PR firm to do that–she could handle herself–but Kay has no idea what she’s talking about. He had no idea this was going on. 

For their first award show walk together, he calls her up to ask what color she is wearing so that he can coordinate his suit and pocket square. They’re featured on multiple best-dressed lists.

They’ve kissed ten times before their first real kiss. And the kiss is out of the way of the lights of the paparazzi, away from rolling cameras, or done for the benefit of watchful strangers. It’s under a streetlight in the suburbs of London where Jyn is visiting her mother, an armload of dry cleaning in her arms. They haven’t seen each since their contract break-up happened a month earlier, and they’ve both been too proud or afraid to say anything about their real feelings until now. But when Jyn sends him a text across the Atlantic on the anniversary of his mother’s death telling him that she is thinking of him, he books a ticket immediately for England to find her and let her know how he really feels and to ask if she feels the same way.

disposable-teen13  asked:

20. “You’re too damn cute.” +Robron <3 :)

20. You’re too damn cute

Robert can’t remember the bloke’s name. He wishes he’d been paying attention when Aaron had brought it up because it’s even more annoying watching some fella with no bloody name touching up his husband.

Whoever he is has got his hand on Aaron’s forearm now, where it’s resting on the bar, tapping at it like he’s just gesturing but Robert saw the way he was leaning in earlier. It’s been half an hour of non stop touching and laughing and fluttering his bloody eyelashes. Robert’d have gone over there if Aaron wasn’t so oblivious to it all.

Doesn’t mean Robert can’t stare holes in the guy across the bar though. No harm in that.

“Look at you,” Vic says in an undertone. “You’re so cute.”

Robert glances over the bar at her. “You what?”

She nods and Aaron and whatshisface. “All jealous. It’s adorable.”

Robert gives her a dark look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he taps his empty glass on the bar. “But I’ll have another pint if you’ve got nothing better to do.

Vic gives him a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. I’m sure he’s not Aaron’s type.”

That makes Chas laugh on her way past, leaning in to his and Vic’s conversation. “Yeah, tall, blond, full of himself. That doesn’t sound like anything our Aaron’d be interested in.”

Robert feels his face do something complicated, he doesn’t know what but it makes her laugh even harder. This is the worst.

Robert spends the rest of his even studiously ignoring everything and everyone. He’s not jealous. He just doesn’t see why the bloke has to keep touching.


They walk home together after closing time, Aaron’s new best mate long gone. It’s cold out, breath fogging the air, and Robert shoves his hands in his pockets so he doesn’t do something embarrassing like try and hold Aaron’s hand.

Aaron bumps their elbows together. “So what was all that about tonight?”

Robert looks down, they’re passing through a pool of orange under a streetlight and he doesn’t want Aaron to get a good look at his lying face when he says, “What was what about?”

He can hear the eyebrow Aaron just quirked. “Really? So you didn’t spend all night glaring at Josh? My mistake.”

That is so. “Shut up,” Robert says. “He kept pawing at you.”

Aaron laughs, the full belly one with teeth and everything, like Robert’s hilarious. “He’s straight,” he says.

And Robert can’t pass that one up. “So was I.”

Aaron laughs again. It’s an old joke but not one Robert usually get to make.

They’re almost at the door now. Liv’s left a light on in the hall.

Aaron turns to him as he gets out his key. “You’re not actually jealous are you? You do know that I’m married to you?” his smile’s teasing but his eyes are serious.

Robert huffs a little, he feels silly.

He tugs Aaron in, drapes his arms over Aaron’s shoulders so he can warm his cold hands in Aaron’s hood. “I just don’t like watching other blokes touch you, alright?” It lays him a bit too bare sometimes, being honest, but this is Aaron.

Aaron who tips their foreheads together and sighs against Robert’s mouth. “Well it’s a good job you’re the only bloke who’s going to be touching me tonight then isn’t?” Aaron says.

He’s flirting, Robert thinks, giddy. Has to grin. “Is that so?”

It’s ridiculous, standing on their own doorstep, not quite kissing, arms around each other. Robert hopes Liv’s not got her window open, they’ll never live it down.

Aaron pulls away to fist a hand in Robert’s jacket. “Take me upstairs and find out.”

And really. That’s not the sort of offer Robert’s about to turn down.

Too Much Trouble

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Summary: You get to know your neighbor Frank when he needs help

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 3,700 (yikes)

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, injuries, medical procedures, blood, broken bones, difficulty breathing, needles… Frank? Is Frank a warning?

A/N: this is for @atari-writes who’s been nagging me for a Frank fic (jk hun I love you) I really don’t think this is very good… but here it is… (also @deanssweetheart23 because you’re my twin and you read all the things)

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