what are you guys whispering!

❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn’t seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn’t reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn’t seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.  

But you haven’t seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you’d be well-born to be discovered.  

“Next time I’ll close you in our room.” Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.  

“I didn’t ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we’re their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn’t see anything strange… ”  

“YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. ”  

“What a bad thing Unnie…. In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. ” You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. “Then he is also extremely beaut–”  

“But think of your boy!”  

“You Like him! That’s why you’re bored by the articles…. because you’re ashamed to talk to him. ”  

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.  

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It’s been seven months since you started to date and you’ve already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious “relationship”, although not yet effective because he didn’t really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.  

“Jungkook-oppa!” “Jungkook, you are beautiful!” “Jungkook I love you!”  

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No Strings (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Excessive drinking 

Word Count: 4,040

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

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How Do I Look? (Jughead x Andrews!Reader)

Prompt: Hi :) could you please do a female JugheadxReader where the reader could be Archie’s somewhat younger sister and she’s always had a crush on Jughead. And then like one day she asks for Jughead’s opinion on her prom dress and then it kind of just escalates from there and turns into like hot smut. Um, haha, so yeah. Please and thank you! :)

A/N: Guys. This took forever to write. Hopefully you like it! I’ve been a bit of a slump but I’m hoping to upload some more. I’m also in the process of moving so my requests are closed until I move! Also I hit 4.7k? Thank you loves xxx

Warnings: Heavy Makeout Session (sorry it’s not the heavy smut you wanted), Archie is a cockblock as always. 

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How Do I Look? (Jughead x Andrews!Reader)

As the youngest Andrew, you always hung out with Archie and the gang. Over the years you developed a crush on your brother’s best friend.

Prom was approaching and you had hoped that a certain boy would have asked you. Of course he didn’t. In fact, you didn’t know if he was even going at all.

It was 3 days before Prom when she cornered you.

“Little Andrew!” Her voice rings in your ears as she wraps her fingers around your arm.

“Hey Cherry. Whats up?” You smile at the Blossom twin.

You guys weren’t usually super close but after Jason died, you were the only one who had been there for her.

“So I know you wanted that freak to ask you to the dance-” Cheryl waves her other hand as you blush and try to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. We’re besties. I know you like him.” She grins and pulls you to walk with her.

“Cherry, Where are you going with this?” Her fingers tighten slightly as we past my brother and his friends.

“Go to Prom with Me.” She shrugs. “Since the freak clearly is too stupid to do anything. Show him how hot you look in a dress.”

“Cheryl…” You shake your head but she waves you into silence again.

“Too late. I already bought your dress and it’s sitting in your room as we speak. Try it on when you get home and ask him for an opinion. Thank me later.” She yells as leaves you by your next class.

Why do you hang out with her again?

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this means war pt.3

Originally posted by infinitblaq

pairing: jun x reader

genre: angst, fluff & smut

word count: 3.1k

warning: swearing, smut 

description: when you moved in with the four girls, you didn’t expect them to be in a prank war with the boys in the apartment downstairs, and you didn’t expect to fall for one of them either.

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Reita and Aoi vs crashing software (Rajigaze Jan 13)

Reita (reading mail): Aoi-san, Reita-san, good evening. On the theme of anger, me and computers don’t get along, my computer is always freezing and crashing on me. It really annoys me, sometimes I even get a bit angry. I get annoyed even if it’s just slow, but what about you guys? You’re both men who take care of their possessions”

Aoi: *whispering* Yes…

Reita: “So I feel like you would handle your devices well, and they wouldn’t do that to you. Am I right?” …Aoi-san, you tweet about that a lot don’t you? Like, your music software Protools 

Aoi: YES that thing crashes a lot!

(Reita chucklin) 

Aoi: It crashes a lot…

Reita: I wonder why?

Aoi: Hmm, it’s probably uh….that…y’know….uh music software

Reita: Yes

Aoi: Like, the amount of information it’s processing…like, if you put in a lot it will crash

Reita: Yes yes

Aoi: And we’re always pushing it to the max aren’t we

(Reita laughs)

Aoi: Huhu…that’s why it’s always crashing huh

Reita: But it always crashes when I haven’t saved it, you know?!

Aoi: *whispering* Yes…….

Reita: What face do you make when that happens? I stare up at the ceiling. 

(both laugh)

Reita: Like, HUHHHHGHGHGH R U FOR REAL RN!!

Aoi: (giggling) Really? I click my tongue.

Reita: (laughing) It’s so strange tho…cause if you do save it it doesn’t crash…

Aoi: Well maybe it’s like…you know…with light software…the reason it crashes…

Reita: Ahh….yes…the cause of the crash – yeh I don’t know anything about computers (laughs) (Bless their hearts)

Aoi: I mean, I use Windows a lot at home, and…sometimes it just doesn’t respond, even if you’re not doing anything you know?

Reita: Mhm. 

Aoi: So I’m like, why is it like this…and I looked into it and people were like, you obviously did do something, you know? There must be something you did recently. Like an update or something…you did something like that, that must be why, you know? 

Reita: Yeh

Aoi: And then I thought, yeah actually I had been messing with a lot of stuff…

Reita: Yes, there has to be a cause!

Aoi: I’m like, I didn’t do anything

Reita: “I didn’t do anything all I did was an update!” (laughs)

Aoi: Yeah exactly…so you gotta be careful when you’re updating software.

Reita: Yeah, especially with music software…cause sometimes the plugins aren’t compatible, you know? [I guess if you update you can’t use certain plugins anymore?]

Aoi: Ahh yes yes yes yes ahh yes…

Reita: Yeah Uruha was our human sacrifice for that one 

Aoi: Yes…

Reita: That guy can’t go two seconds without updating…like bro r u ok

(both giggling)

Aoi: He can’t control himself

Reita: He can’t control himself 

jigglejaggle  asked:

I'm back, its hard to pick just one of your prompts- Lance, Keith, and Shiro are dating (Shklance) and Lance just cant feel like he belongs. He starts pulling away and Keith and Shiro don’t notice until a bit too late when Lance starts sleeping in his own room and shying/flinching away from their touches, afraid of their treatment again. -- can i ask for one more after this?(;´∀`)

It’s no big deal! I’m glad that you like my Prompts ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ ask away! This might be a bit funkier than my other writing. Because I’ve only written one poly ship fic before. And trust me. Trying to balance everything out is weird
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Lance knew he never really belonged. Though he thought that maybe, when Keith and Shiro asked him to join them he was ecstatic. He would have a place to be at home. A place to be happy at. Between the two people he loves the most.

Though not everything went according to his fantasies, as usual. The first few weeks were great. He felt truly happy for once, after the months of being stuck in space longing for home. Though as time went on the more he was left out. They went on dates without him, cuddling together and leaving no space for Lance, giving one another gifts and not bothering to even think of Lance. His heart was breaking slowly.

As he tried to gain their attention they brushed him off and told them to go bug someone else. Sometimes they pushed him out and away physically. It made him very various of being touched. He loved them. He loved them so very much and had enjoyed the moments he had with them.

Soon enough sleeping in a bed with them became too suffocating. He just couldn’t do it. They cuddled and held one another close and left Lance by himself with his pillow and stuffed lion he had gotten when they had asked him out in the beginning.

Their actions and treatment made him afraid, made him cautious and jumpy. He just couldn’t stand trying to sleep with them again and ending up passing out by himself on the couch when he was exhausted. Quietly during the night he slipped out of the room. He grabbed everything that belonged to him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to come back into their shared room without feeling a tight knot in his throat.

He slipped out silently, thanking whatever god or gods were out there that Shiro and Keith were heavy sleepers. He padded along silently, stuffed animal, pillow, and his clothes in his arms. Somehow he managed to shuffle into his “old” room. He set his stuff down next to the door. His heart stung as he looked at the stuff lion that had been custom made. It was red with a black mane and had striking blue eyes. Being unable to face it without tearing up he shoved it onto the dresser, facing away from his bed.

He crawled into his cold and empty bed, curling underneath his blanket he had brought with him. ‘They should just go back to how they were before without me. They obviously don’t want me in between them..’ he thought sadly as he whimpered into his pillow as he tried to find the safety of sleep.

Shiro had noticed the way Lance had been quite jittery around him and Keith. Despite how Lance had been reacting to Keith and Shiro’s actions they hadn’t noticed one bit. As they awoke the morning after Lance had gone to his own room Shiro patted the bed for his other lover. Though his hand just hit a cold spot on the other side of the bed. “Keith..”

“Keith wake up,” he said, sobering up almost instantly as he noticed their missing Cuban boy. Keith grumbled and huffed. “Keith. Seriously. Lance isn’t here,” he said with a serious tone.

In that note Keith sat up slowly, looking around. “His stuff isn’t here..” Keith mumbled in addition. “Why would he take his stuff and not be here?” He asked, genuinely confused. “I’m not sure, let’s go find out,” Shiro commented, quickly getting up and slipping on his sweats and a black shirt. Without waiting for Keith he headed over to Lance’s old room.

As he tried to open it he found it locked. His eyes widened, shuddering as Keith’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Keith, think back on how we’ve been treating Lance these past few weeks and try and tell me why he locked us out..” he mumbled.

Honestly Shiro already knew and his heart sunk with how guilty he felt. They had complete excluded him from them. The pair had treated him as nothing other than a nuisance. Keith’s arms tightened and Shiro knew that he figured it out. “We’re assholes…” Keith mumbled, fingers digging into Shiro’s sides with worry.

Shiro sighed and shook his head, unable to believe they had done this to their beloved blue Cuban boy. Right then the door opened, showing a distraught blue paladin. There were bags under his usually sparkling eyes and he looked like death itself.

As soon as Lance opened the door and saw them he was just about to shut it again, panic obvious on his face. “Lance,” he said quickly, catching the door. Lance flinched back away from his hand, obviously afraid of their touch. Shiro guided the door open and Keith shuffled in as their lover recoiled back away from them.

“What do you guys want…” he whispered, tears forcing themselves into the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Lance…” Keith whispered and reached out to cup Lance’s cheek. Lance flinched away, eyes closed as he was afraid of their touch. “If you’re just here to make fun of me leave.. I realized that you guys obviously didn’t want me with you guys and I should’ve left earlier and I’m so-” the poor boy from Cuba was silenced with a soft kiss from the Red paladin.

The poor boy tried to pull away but only managed in getting pulled closer. He melted into the comforting touch, tears streaming down his cheeks in hot droplets. Shiro ran his fingers through Lance’s soft beautiful hair. “We were idiots to not realize what we were doing. We apologize for everything. I hope you forgive us. We love you Lance. We wouldn’t ever want to be without you. If you ever feel like we’re doing this again, please, please talk to us,” Shiro whispered as he tugged the pair into his arms.

Lance pulled away from Keith reluctantly only to be swept up in another sweet and soft kiss from the black paladin. He whimpered and became liquid against his warm touch. Lance pulled back, cheeks a deep red. “I forgive you guys.. but you better make it up to me with more than just a kiss..” he said, trying to muster his usual bravado and flirty nature. Shiro and Keith smiled and laughed fondly. “Will do.” Keith mumbled and kissed Lance once again, to show him that they were truly and absolutely sorry about what they had done.

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Man. I wanna make Lance suffer but I’m a total sucker for loving and fluffy apologies and reunions. This was a bit short and slightly rushed but I hope you enjoyed it

I don’t get jealous

(A/N): Fuck me up with possessive Bucky

Request:  💕 💕 jealous!bucky where your ex-fiancee comes back and you have to work w/ him and bucky becomes real protective 💕 💕

Warnings: some swearing, creepy ex


Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

    “Oh god,” You whisper as that all too familiar man walks into your office. “Oh god no,” You’d recognize that sneer and glinting eyes anywhere, that was your ex. And not just any old ex, this was your ex- fiancee. You gulp as he walks down the aisles with pride in his step, obviously very pleased with himself for being able to worm his way through S.H.I.E.L.D. You turn your head away as he walks by, hoping he didn’t catch a glimpse of your face and for a minute you actually had hope that it worked. He continued to walk down aisles, his steps getting further and further away before they suddenly stop as does your heart. The footsteps come back your way and your heart begins to beat within your chest, god please let him pass you, please let him pass you.

   “(Y/N), is that you?” His voice had you nearly cringing, the greasy tony brought back some not so nice memories. Despite this you turn to look at him with a forced smile, trying your best not to look as annoyed as you were. 

   “Yep,” You chuckle, “It’s me,” 

   “Oh my god,” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” Yeah, that was kinda the point dipshit. “This is crazy!” You smile a little wider, causing you to feel like your skin may crack at the force. 

   “Yeah, right,” 

   “So uh- uh what’re you doing here?” You suppress a groan at this longer than needed conversation instead deciding upon smiling more and answering the question. 

   “I’m a field agent, sometimes I work alongside the Avengers-” At this his eyes widen and his jaw nearly drops. 

   “You work with the Avengers? That’s so cool!” You merely nod, hoping this conversation would end soon. “So does this mean you’ve met Tony Stark? Oh my god, have you met Captain America?” 

   “Haha, yep, I sure have,” The man sighs, folding his arms over his chest as he stares at you in a less than comfortable fashion. 

   “That is incredible (Y/N),” You only nod, hoping your face didn’t portray just how uncomfortable you were getting. The stupid man was just about to open his mouth again when the doors to the room open once again and this time the person who walks in is far more pleasant than the man before you. 

   “Bucky,” You sigh out as your present fiancee walks in the room, his other half not far behind. Bucky and Steve seemed to be engaged in quite the conversation when Bucky turns to look at you, smiling softly as his gaze connects to yours.

   You want to jump from your seat and run to his side, grab him and hold him like your life depended on it but you can’t, not with Mr. Sleazy standing right beside you. So instead you wait until Bucky waves goodbye to Steve and begins to make his way over to you to get up and excuse yourself momentarily. 

   “Sorry,” You give the man a tight lipped smile as you stand, dusting your suit off before standing a bit taller. “I’ll be right back,” You walk past him and instead to Bucky, your Bucky. 

  You nearly sigh in relief when Bucky opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. You gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. 

   “Hey doll,” Bucky’s chest rumbles, soft and comforting against you. 

   “Hey,” You breathe out, just happy to be back by his side, rather than that creepy man’s. 

   “Who’s the creep lingering by your desk?” Bucky’s voice is no louder than a whisper, not wishing anyone to hear what you guys were saying. 

   “Remember that asshole boyfriend I told you about?” Bucky’s grip on you tightens at your words, just enough to give you a soft squeeze before it relaxes. 

   “Yes,” Bucky’s jaw is clenches and his words are now a hiss as he glowers at the man by your desk. 

   “Guess who’s working with us now?” 

   “Not that creep right?” 

   “Unfortunately yes,” Bucky growls softly as he pulls you against him a little tighter, making sure to keep you blocked from the man’s line of sight. 

   “Has he tried anything-” 

  “No Bucky,” You smile softly against the ex assassin. “He hasn’t tried anything…not yet at least,” You knew your words were only going to spurr Bucky’s little jealousy fit and you could definitely tell when he growled once again, pulling you even closer to his chest. “Buck-” You gently pat his back, “I’m just joking, he’s not going to try anything, I made it very clear we were over and that I didn’t want anything to do with him,” 

   “Well he’s here and he’s talking to you,” 

   “He works here Buck, we’re just gonna have to live with that,” Bucky sighs softly, albeit unhappily. 

   “If he tries anything you tell me, okay?” He tilts your head up at his words, his thumb and pointer finger clutching your chin gently. His blue eyes are boring into yours and his face is etched with concern (and jealousy). You find yourself smiling at the literally man puppy holding you before you lean in, pressing your lips to his briefly before pulling away, much to Bucky’s dismay. 

   “You got it Sarge,” Bucky smiles, his eyes crinkling softly at the nickname you’d given him. 

   You go to pull away, intending to go back to your seat and work when Bucky pulls you back against him, causing you to squeak in surprise. 

   “One more kiss?” Bucky asks softly as he gives a damn good pair of puppy dog eyes. You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance but you couldn’t even deny how much you loved it when Bucky asked for kisses. You lean in, pressing your lips against his once more, only intending for it to be an innocent kiss but as Bucky began to nibble on your bottom lip you realized he wanted more. 

   “Bucky,” You warn against his lips, after all, you were at work and you were sure Fury would kill you both if he caught the two of you displaying anymore public affection. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky replies cooly as once again leans in to claim your lips as his own. You can only smile against him, making it nearly impossible to keep up the kissing. Eventually Bucky gives in, succumbing to a smile as well. “Think I made my point?” Bucky murmurs against your lips, just allowing himself that small amount of teasing pleasure. 

   “What point?” You murmur back, genuinely confused. Bucky smiles as he nuzzles his forehead against your own, looking just about as smug as could be. 

    “Think that loser over there knows you’re mine?” You peek over Bucky’s shoulder to see your ex-fiancee looking anywhere but the two of you, obviously very uncomfortable.  

   “I think everyone knows I’m yours you nerd,” Bucky smiles wider, causing his nose to scrunch up in the cutest way. “You know I love you right?” You ask a bit softer, just enough so that only Bucky could hear you. Bucky smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist a bit more snugly, nuzzling his scruffy face into the crook of your neck as he does so. 

   “I love you too,” 

   “Hey!” The doors open and in walks Fury, damn near seething at the sudden display of affection. “What’d I tell you motherfuckers the last time I caught you?” 

He Didn’t Say Pie

Summary: All Y/N wanted to do was lay back, relax, maybe even watch some Netflix; however, when a shifter accidentally gets into the bunker, she finds out she may need a bit of help from her brothers.
She just hopes she can tell the real Winchester from the fake.
Word Count: 1936
Warnings: mild gore, some swearing (flashbacks are in italics)
A/N: ehhh not my proudest work but it was one of my ideas so I figured why the hell not??
ALSO my dudes requests are open so feel free to hmu and I’ll try to spit out some stuff and see what happens;)




Gun drawn, Y/N stalked silently through the bunker halls. The boys were out hunting, so it wasn’t like she had backup. She was on her own. Y/N took in a deep breath as she leant outside the kitchen entrance, listening to the sounds of someone moving around. Hopefully, when her brothers came back, she’d be alive.

As long as they didn’t shoot her first.


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Y/N plopped onto Sam’s bed as she logged into her Netflix account. She chose to stay back from the hunt this time- needing some “lady time,” as Dean had put it- due to still being sore from the last one. Ghouls were stronger than she’d initially thought.

Sam and Dean had left two days ago, helping out another hunter with a demon problem the next town over. Nothing too big, so Y/N had figured that she could let them take it over. They’d be fine.

She was about to click the next episode of How to Get Away with Murder when the sound of the door slamming shut resounded throughout the bunker. Frowning, she checked her phone. The boys were doing a case close by, she knew that, but this was too early for them to be back. They were good, but not that good.

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Babysitting » Jack Maynard

Requests: 14 for jack ?? x

Could you possibly do #12 for Jack from the drabble challenge? Thanks!

Can I get number 71 with Jack please???

Hellloooo Can I get #68 with a Mr. Jack Maynard please?¿


You were babysitting your four-year-old niece, Danielle for your brother Y/B/N and waiting for your boyfriend, Jack to get home after a day filled with meetings about YouTube and upcoming projects. You had been playing with her toys but she had soon grown bored of that and you were now playing hide and seek.

“I think she’s hiding behind the sofa.” You said loudly hearing her giggle. You jumped out in front of her and grabbed her. “I got you!”

“Auntie Y/N!” She squealed. “Let me go!”

“Okay but you’d better run for it!” You told her and let her go. She giggled and ran off, presumably to find another hiding spot. You looked at the time and realised that Jack would be home any second now, and as if you had predicted the future, he stumbled through the front door.

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Lies [j.j.]

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale


so I got inspired to write this so if you haven’t watched the latest episode avoided it bc like…spoilersssss ((also let’s pretend Beronica is real pls)). also sorry xx i’m in a depressing mood whoops.


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You flinched as you felt a hand latch onto your arm, dragging you away from Kevin and Joaquin and out into the hallway.

“What’s going on?” You hissed, finally coming to a stop and facing the redheaded boy and the raven haired girl.

“It’s Betty, she…” Veronica quieted down as you all heard the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor. You turned around to see an angry Betty, causing you to step back slightly and hide behind Archie.

“What did you do now Ronnie?” you asked under your breath, being met with nothing but a harsh glare that basically screamed at you to shut up.

“Whatever. She’s your girlfriend,” you muttered, shrinking back when Veronica shot you yet another harsh glare.

“Before you get mad,” Veronica began. “Let me explain.”

“Explain what? That you’re working with my mom behind my back?” Betty asked, exasperated.

“ I’m sorry, B, but you know FP had some kind of arrangement with my dad,” V replied. “I had to make sure it wasn’t about Jason Blossom.”

“And what’s your excuse?” Betty turned to Archie.

“I was looking out for Jughead in case FP was doing shady stuff,” Archie replied honestly.

“To protect him,” Betty said in disbelief.

She turned to you. “What about you (Y/N)? What did you do?”

You shrunk back at her harsh tone, hiding behind Veronica as her eyes softened.

“Blame me, Betty. I asked Archie to help me,” the raven haired girl spoke.

“Help you do what? What did you two do?” you asked, not knowing what was going on.

“Hey guys what’s going on?” Jughead asked as he approached, drawing your attention to the way he was dressed, looking simply perfect in his suit and beanie. “Woah, why do I feel like I’m suddenly left out?”

“Do you want to tell him? Or should I?“ Betty asked impatiently.

Veronica stepped forwards. “We went to your dad’s trailer. To search it.”

“Why would you guys do that?” Jughead asked, playful expression falling off his face.

“My mom put them up to it,” Betty interjected.

Jughead looked around in disbelief, eyes widening as he noticed you. “And (Y/N)? Was she involved in this too? Was she supposed to distract me?”

You shook your head furiously as you stuttered, trying to get your words out. Jughead scoffed.

Veronica approached him. “Do you really think she had anything to do with this? (Y/N)’s in love with you for God’s sake!”

Jughead’s eyes widened and your face flushed red. He started walking towards you before you managed to open your mouth, shutting everyone up. “I don’t like Jughead!”

Jughead slowed, eventually coming to a stop and giving you an unreadable look before shifting his attention to the ground and backing away from you.

“Yes she does!” Veronica protested as you hit her sharply.

“I do not love Jughead Jones!” you shouted exasperatedly, effectively shutting everyone up.

“Betty’s mom was convinced FP was hiding something about Jason,” Veronica said lowly. “We were wrong. All of us.”

“We didn’t find anything,” Archie chimed in. “And Jug, we were only doing it to prove that-”

“That my dad wasn’t a murderer?” Jughead cut him off. “You went behind my back, Archie? How did you- when did you guys know to go to my dad’s trailer?”

“We knew he’d be at dinner with-” Veronica began.

Jughead cut her off with a sigh. He turned to you and Betty. “No. That’s why you invited my dad and I to dinner? So these two could break into his trailer while she interrogated him?”

You stepped forwards. “No, I didn’t know what they were doing.”

“But yes, that is why mom invited you guys,” Betty whispered.

“To think I was gonna pass on moving to Toledo with my family for you,” he whispered back.

You let out a tear-filled gasp. “What?”

“When we went to my dad’s trailer, you asked me if I believed him. I said I did. Wasn’t that good enough for you?” He asked.

“It was,” you and Betty replied together.

“It was good enough,” Betty continued. You couldn’t speak. “I didn’t… I tried to stop her.”

“You could’ve told me, you could’ve warned me about this,” Jughead yelled.

“You were so excited, Jug, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“So instead you lied? You all lied to me?” Jughead asked.

“There they are,” Kevin said, running around the corner, followed by parents.

“Betty. Thank God-” Alice spoke.

“Mom, don’t,” Betty interrupted.

“No, you have to listen,” Kevin said. “All of you. My dad just told Mayor McCoy about your dad, Jughead.”

You turned to Jughead, who opened his mouth to speak. “What about my dad?”

“He was just arrested. For the murder of Jason Blossom.”


You ran after Jughead, ignoring Archie and Betty who were calling out after you. You followed Jughead to his dad’s trailer, having ditched your heels a few blocks down.

You arrived just in time to see Jughead slide down the wall, sobbing into his hands.

You approached carefully, wincing when you stepped on broken glass, and settled down next to Jughead. He leaned his head on your shoulder, still sobbing.

You began running one hand through his hair and intertwining the other one with his.

“They all lied to me (Y/N/N),” he whispered.

“I know,” you said.

You spent a few more minutes in silence before he shot up straight.

“They all lied to me,” he repeated hashly. “FP, Archie, Betty, Veronica. They all lied.”

You held on to his hand, not knowing where he was going with his little speech.

His eyes hardened as he looked at you. “You all lied to me. You all tricked me.”

Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No Jughead, I never- I didn’t even know what they were doing.”

“Don’t play dumb with me (Y/N),” Jughead spoke. Tears sere streaming down your face.

“You’re a liar,” he spat. “What did you lie about?”

You sat in silence, not answering his question. Fed up with your silence, Jughead scoffed and got up, storming out of the trailer and leaving you in tears.

“I lied when I said I didn’t love you.”


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Suspect: Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (not yet)
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Still set during CA:TWS. I’m actually super proud of my writing here

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Part 1

A pulsating headache had been bugging you the last few hours, and you couldn’t be more happy that the clock had finally hit 5pm. Closing down your laptop, you start gathering your belongings and stuffing them into your bag. Grabbing your phone, you let out an annoyed sigh as it starts glitching.

“Great,” you sarcastically mumble to yourself as you grab your coat and bag,

“What is?” Dale’s voice sounds from beside you,

“My phone,” you sigh out, “It’s fucking up. Now I’m going to have to go by the Apple Store on my way home,”

Dale gives you a look of pity, “Well, not to be the barer of more bad news, but you can’t rush off yet, Chief wants us in the conference room. Emergency meeting,”

“What about?” you ask as your brows furrow.

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Mother’s Day

Requested by @ililalinaworld - Hey:) Can I request something about Danny Williams from Hawaii Five-0? Maybe something romantic involving his children? Thank you 💕

Word Count – 539

Characters – Reader x Danny



You woke up to the sound of Danny getting out of bed, you rolled over to face him.
‘Hey.’ You said sleepily.
‘Hey.’ He replied leaning over and placed a kiss on your forehead. You sat up and he looked lovingly at you.
‘Just go back to sleep, I’m taking Grace and Charles to the beach.’ He said and you fell onto your back.
‘Okay.’ You said stretching and hugging the blankets close.
‘Have fun.’ You said muffled, Danny chuckled and left the room. The last thing you heard the front door close.


Danny watched as his kids played together, he took in these times where they got along. He placed his sunglasses on the top of his head when he saw Grace and Charles walking towards him.
‘Dad?’ Grace asked. Danny raised his eyebrow.
‘Yeah?’ Danny questioned. They both took a seat in front of him.
‘Are we going to get anything fir Y/N?’ Grace asked Danny as Charles played with the sand.
‘Why would we get her anything?’ Danny questioned his daughter. She looked down, shyly.
‘For mother’s day.’ Grace said and Danny’s heart leapt slightly. He had been dating you for two years and you had never forced them to like you, you told them when you first met them that you won’t be taking their mum’s place but you will always be there.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked them both, making sure they didn’t feel pressured. They both nodded.
‘Okay, let’s go.’ He said and took their hands, leading them to the closest shop to receive the gifts.


You woke up later and turned to look at the time, 13:47, you groaned as you sat up and looked out the window seeing that Danny was back. You got up and quickly got dressed. You walked out the room and headed to the living room, where you heard hushed whispers. When you looked around the door you saw them hunched over something.
‘What you guys whispering about?’ You asked and they all jumped, Charles stood and ran into your legs hugging them close. You picked him up and gave him a hug before placing him on your lap. Grace walked over and gave you a hug as well, you smiled but gave Danny a confused smile.
‘I’m loving the cuddles I’m getting but why? I never usually get this much.’ You said as you placed Charles down and he went back to Danny.
‘We wanted to give you something.’ Grace said and you looked at her confused as she took your hand and lead you over to the table. When you got there, you saw a cake, flowers and a card. You started tearing up when you saw the message on the cake. Happy Mother’s Day. You brung them into a hug.
‘You guys shouldn’t have.’ You said through the tears and you squeezed Grace tightly. You took Charles from Danny’s arms and placed a kiss on his forehead.
‘I love you both so much.’ You said to Charles and Grace.
‘I love you too.’ Grace replied.
‘I love you too, muma.’ Charles said and you looked at Danny, he nodded, having talked to them beforehand.
‘I love you too buddy.’ You said through the tears.

Originally posted by foreverscottcaan

Imagine taking Chris to meet Tom Brady.

A/N: I do not know anything about football, Tom Brady, or The Patriots. I’m just making it all up for pure enjoyment so…Please don’t inbox me telling me how wrong I am because I already know I’m very wrong about everything.

“This way, babe.” You led Chris down the bustling hallway while he looked around like a schoolboy in an out of bounds area. “Hey,” you chuckled at his nervous expression. “We’re allowed to be here, we’ve got these pass things.”

“Yeah, about that-” He narrowed his eyes at the VIP pass hanging around his neck and yours. “How did you get these? They would’ve been sold out minutes after they went online. Did you get a scout or something?”

“Or something,” you responded vaguely then released his hand as you walked towards the locker room. Frank, the bouncer, recognized you and smiled; you returned one and whispered so only you and he could hear. “Is Tommy in there?”

“Y/N,” Chris hissed from a distance, too scared to approach. “What are you doing?! These passes aren’t good for locker room stuff, no one is allowed in there!” You giggled and ignored him, rolling your eyes at Frank while beckoning at Chris; Frank chuckled in response.

“Yeah, he is.” Frank nodded. “He’s been bragging about his little sister all day.” You chuckled softly; you weren’t actually related to Tom, he was just very good friends with your older brother. “He’s very excited to see you, though…” He glanced over your shoulder at Chris. “I can’t say he’ll be excited to see that you’ve got a boyfriend.”

“He already knows about the boyfriend, but this will be the first time they’re meeting. Chris is a huge fan so I’ve been holding off,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “When I say huge, Frank, I mean he’s going to pass out when he finds out I know Tom.”

“If you need someone to carry him out, you know where to find me.” He said in an overtly serious tone then laughed when you did. “Go on in, sweetheart,” he opened the door for you and you glanced over you shoulder at Chris, beckoning him to follow you. “You too, Cap.” It was only when he addressed Chris that Chris dared to follow you into the locker room.

“What did you say to that guy to get us in here?” Chris whispered into your ear when he joined your side, taking your hand into his sweaty one; the football players eyeing the two of you made him incredibly nervous. “Y/N, they’re staring at us.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckled because you knew it was just an act. You had texted Tom before you took Chris to the back, and he had promise to give his team a heads up as well as a job to freak Chris out a little bit. “We’re allowed to be here, they’re just stunned that a superhero is in their locker room.”

“Why?” Chris chuckled softly. “They see Tom Brady everyday.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Cap.” You heard Tom say and felt Chris’ body tensed.

You turned to look at Chris and bit back your smile when you saw his expression, he had no idea how to act or whether or not to turn in Tom’s direction. You squeezed Chris’ hand and he turned to you, eyes wide. You beckoned your head at Tom- who stood behind the two of you- and mouthed, “say something, you dork.”

“Uh-” Chris spun around and held his breath when he came face to face with Tom. “Mr. Brady, I am a huge fan.” He stuck out his hand awkwardly then wince, no doubt mentally slapping himself. “You are one of the best quarterbacks to have blessed The Patriots and I am so happy to be finally meeting you.”

“Why, thank you.” Tom smiled and shook Chris’ hand, causing him to let out an unmanly whimper filled with excitement. You chewed on the inside of you cheek, trying hard not to laugh. “I’m very glad to finally meet you in person, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have?” Chris’ eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” Tom nodded, meeting your gaze.

“Oh my God,” he let out another breathy whimper.

“Oh my God,” you finally burst out laughing; Chris turned to you with his hand still in Tom’s, raising an eyebrow. “Can you be any more of a fan girl?” You teased him and he chuckled softly, blushing deeply. “Tommy,” you caught Tom’s attention, “he is usually a lot cooler than this.”

“I’m sure,” Tom chuckled. “Can I uh- Can I have my hand back now?” He asked and Chris’ eyes widened and he quickly dropped his hand. “It’s okay, Cap. I can’t say that I’m not freaking out in your presence, I’m a huge Marvel fan.”

“Really?” Chris grinned then shook his head with narrowed eyes. “Wait- Y/N, did you just call him Tommy?” He asked you and you nodded. “You know him?” His eyes narrowed, his voice filled with shock and slight betrayal. “We’ve been dating a year and you never once thought to mention that you knew Tom Brady?”

“You’ve been dating a year and you never once thought to introduce me?” Tom added with the same expression, in the same tone. “What, are you embarrassed of me or something?” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, kid.”

“I’ll do what I want.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled; after twenty years, he was used to your childishness by now. “I’m sorry, Chris.” You turned to your frowning boyfriend. “I just thought it’d be a good surprise for our anniversary, didn’t you have a great time today?”

“Yeah but-” Chris stopped himself. “You know what, you’re right. This was a fantastic surprise,” he nodded with a smile. “I really appreciate it, Y/N. Though I would much rather have been friends with Tom Brady from the start, it’s not too late to start now.”

“No it’s not,” Tom agreed with a light chuckle. “We can hang out whenever you want, man. Just give me a call, Y/N has my number.”

“Don’t tell him that,” you slapped Tom’s arm. “He’s never going to spend any time with me when he’s got you to hang out with,” you hissed and the two guys laughed. “You can hang out with Tommy,” you told Chris, “just- in moderation. I’d still like to see you around,” you giggled.

“I don’t want to offend, Mr. Brady,” Chris began and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. “But I would much rather spend time with the love of my life.” He told you and you smiled, feeling heat rise in your cheeks at his confession.

“See-” You bit back your smile as you teased him. “I wish I knew who you were talking about.” He shot you a deadpan expression causing both you and Tom to laugh. “I love you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” he smiled and kissed you.

Million reasons

Song: million reasons// Lady Gaga

Alex has been ignoring me ever since Hannah’s death. I understand she was close to him but he keeps blaming himself. He’s keeping secrets, starting fights and avoiding me. Sometimes I would think maybe it would be best if we broke up, but that would make me a shitty girlfriend, to leave him when he needs me the most. Whenever I’d ask him how he was doing he would change the subject or ignore the question altogether.

The bell had just rung and I was heading home, I put on my headphones and was walking towards the door. When I got home I decided I’d had enough. I was heading to Alex’s house and finding out what his problem was. When I got to his house he was sitting on the steps with Jessica, deep in a conversation with her. I couldn’t help but feel anger and jealousy bubble inside of me. He had always told me to never worry about them, they where history but just looking at them hurt me. He seemed hurt and Jessica was comforting him as he opened up, something I’d been asking from him since Hannah’s death. Suddenly he started crying.

“Just don’t tell y/n, I can’t imagine how much she’d hate me if she found out.” He sighed. Jessica nodded understandingly as she pulled him into a hug. I stared in shock. Don’t tell me what? I was overwhelmed so I turned around and started walking towards the park. Was he cheating on me? What was so bad that he was avoiding me, keeping secrets from and and only opening up to Jessica. I started crying just thinking about him cheating. We had already been through so much just for something like this to come up. I wiped tears away when someone spoke up.

“Y/n?”

I turned around to see the guy who’d been ignoring me the passed weeks. I didn’t speak as he walked over to the swing besides me and sat down.

“It’s been a while…I’m sorry it’s just…”

“Jessica” I cut him off.

“Hannah.” He finished. I turned to him to see him frowning.

“What about Jessica?”

“Well you guys seem close now….boyfriend-girlfriend close.” I whispered the last part. He turned to me shocked.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s so bad that you turn to your ex girlfriend over your girlfriend who’s been sitting at home worried sick about you.” Tears started threatening to spill.

“I-I can’t tell you, you would hate me.” “Just answer this…did you cheat on me?”

Alex’s POV:

I stared at her surprised. Where was all of this coming from. I know I’ve been distant lately but it was not for this reason. Could I really tell her…about the tapes, about it being my fault for Hannah’s death?

“Yes.” I lied. I watched as the girl I loved and had worked so hard to get broke down in front of me. But the pain she’s feeling is better than the disgust she would feel if I told her the truth. I would rather she think I’m a cheater than a murder.

“That’s all I needed to know….its over Alex…I tried I really did but…this…I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m sure Jessica won’t mind helping you through all this…but I can’t see you anymore.” She cried as she started walking away. Tell her about the tapes Alex, she won’t hate you for it…I tried to convince myself…but I couldn’t. I don’t know how should would take the tapes and it being my fault…and I couldn’t bring her into this too. Tears started pouring down my cheeks for the billionth time these passed few weeks. There goes the last thing keeping me sane.

*this was my first attempt at an imagine so idk leave suggestions/ feedback?*

Originally posted by juddxdunkelheit

Improved With Age (Jackson/Stiles)

Anonymous  asked: Jackson/Stiles - Hi, I know it’s been ten years since we graduated high school and we haven’t seen each other, but do you remember how we got schoolyard married in third grade? Yeah. Me too.

Nonnie! I had so much fun writing this fic! I really hope you enjoy it. Fic #25 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge.

Improved With Age. Jackson/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Jackson is working a Saturday night in the ED when a drug bust gone bad brings a familiar face into his exam room

The Emergency Department at Zuckerberg is packed on this particular Saturday night. There’s been a five car pile-up on the 280, a minor fire at a night club in the Castro that resulted in smoke inhalation, and the usual bar fights and shootings that tend to happen on weekends when people have the time to get liquored up without worrying about work the next morning. It’s chaotic at any given time, but especially weekend nights.

Which is the main reason Jackson loves working weekend overnight shifts. Since he started his Emergency residency a little over two years ago, he’s taken to it like a fish to water. The General has the only level one trauma center in the Bay area, too, which means they get all the major cases. He’s been able to learn so much, and he’s becoming a shining star in the residency program. Shiny enough that he’s already been approached about possibly remaining when his residency ends next year.

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