wish they were still a couple:(

Roller coaster [BTS Jimin Fic]

COUNT → 3169

GENRE → Fluff

PAIRING → You and Jimin

SUMMARY: You are really excited to finally ride the newest rollercoaster of your favorite theme park, but when your friends refuse to get in you have to join seven stranger guys, and sit next to a pink haired guy who looks extremly scared.

N/A: Basically this is inspired by a real life experience I had this summer, althoug I wish the guy was Jimin. If people like i could make a second part, but it’s a drabble for now. 


The summer was coming to an end and you hated every single second that went by. Just a couple more of weeks and you’ll be back in college, which could’ve been worse, you weren’t in high school anymore and that was a win in your book, but still, knowing that you were going back to classes, and deadlines and your-not-so-friendly classmates was torturing you. You time was getting over but you wanted to say goodbye at summer with one last experience, and what best than spend a whole day in your favorite theme park with your favorite friends?

To be honest, you had spent most of the vacations with your favorite girls, but each one of you went to different colleges and you felt the need to have as many experiences with them before stop seeing them for the next months. You already went to the beach, and skating, you spent a weekend camping and even a whole Friday in a spa, a real spa. Parties weren’t your thing, but you end up going to quite a few of them to join your friends, you hook up with a guy, you got drunk, you danced and overall had fun. Now it was time to a last activity, and you loved themes parks.

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I think one of my favorite things about wondertrev is that even after they sleep together (because let’s be real they totally did it) their relationship does not really change. There was no scene afterwards that showed them awkwardly looking at each other, not knowing what to say, or making a big deal out of it. Steve doesn’t suddenly become overprotective of her or treat her differently. They still encouraged each other, respected each other, and argued throughout the movie. Their relationship and love for each other continued to progress without putting an emphasis that they were a couple

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt. 8

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8



“Again? Didn’t we already talk about this?” your mother scolded with a sigh, as you two entered your small apartment.

She had gotten a call from work at the rehab centre, that you had gotten into another fight with the kids at your school. And this became an alarming concern to her since this was the third time this month that you had fought with others.

“I didn’t mean too…” the nine-year-old you sniffled, as you shyed away from your mother’s harsh glare.

“Y/n this is the third time this month that your school has called me!” your mother exclaimed tiredly from the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered from your spot on the sofa, trying to withhold your tears. You knew your mother hated when you got into fights – you didn’t even like it either, but the kids always picked on you. You just wanted them to stop…

“You said you were sorry last time.”

“I know…” you mumbled in reply.

“Then why do you keep fighting?” she frustrated. “No matter what those kids say, you don’t put your hands on them.”

“But they wouldn’t stop!”

“Then tell the teacher-”

“They hit me first,” you interrupted. This caused your mother to pause in the middle of her footsteps.

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“They just wouldn’t stop saying those horrible things, even though I begged them…”  you said as your tears started to fall.

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Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 




The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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(Loki x reader) Can’t Sleep pt.2

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N: This is one of my most popular one shots and I couldn’t help but want to continue it! I hope you guys like it 

Words: 1,956

Warning: none

Part 1

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Loki shifted slowly in his sleep, the sunlight shining onto his closed eyelids and disturbing him from his peaceful sleep. Loki fluttered his eyes open slowly, trying to draw in his surroundings. He felt the floor beneath him and realised he was resting on a soft carpet. He suddenly noticed that he wasn’t alone. Loki looked towards his chest and where his left hand was resting. He realised that someone was resting on his chest and immediately discovered that it was you. He suddenly stiffened and stressed out, trying to remember what happened. He shifted his hand underneath your head and carefully shifted your body off his, treating you like beautiful china. Once your were rested carefully on the ground, he stood up and delicately placed one arm under your knees and the other beneath your shoulders and warily picked you up. He placed your still sleeping body carefully on your bed and pulled his arms out from underneath you slowly so he wouldn’t wake you. Loki pushed a small strand of hair out of your face and smiled slightly, finding you beautiful and innocent as you were sleeping. Loki’s smile broke when he realised what he was doing, he couldn’t feel anything for you. It wasn’t right, and you didn’t deserve him.

Loki sighed as he walked towards the door and opened it, taking a quick look at you before closing the door lightly and walking out of the room. Loki walked down the hall and saw all the avengers sitting on the couch watching TV. Nobody really paid attention to him at first except for Thor, who was beaming at him. Loki looked at him, creasing his eyebrows with a confused expression.

“There you are, I started to think you’d never show up” Clint said, causing all the avengers to look straight at Loki, something he didn’t really appreciate. Loki nodded and looked down at his feet, still thinking about you. “I was asleep” he said quietly. He didn’t have a witty comeback for the first time since he got here, and he wasn’t really up for it. Loki looked back at Thor who was still smiling, and after a few seconds he stood up walking over to Loki.

“I’ll just be a second, I need to speak to my brother” he said, still smiling. Thor walked over to Loki and grabbed his wrist, leading him towards the hall.

“Wha…what are you doing!?” Loki sniped, irritated by Thor’s confusing behavior.

“I don’t know, anything you’d like to share with me, brother?” Thor said, raising his eyebrow and grinning. Loki shifted awkwardly but tried to cover it up by playing it cool. He looked up at Thor, a confused fake look on his face.

“What is your damage this morning?” he asked, Thor continued to smile at his brother unfazed by his response.

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for you pt. 10

Pairing: reader x Taehyung

Genre: badboy!Taehyung, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 5,1and something

A/N: Did y’all really think I wasn’t going to update before i left!? THERE IS ONE MORE PART LEFT. I AM EMO ABOUT IT SO PLEASE DONT ASK WHEN IT WILL COME OUT BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING EMO ABOUT THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

originally posted by vminv

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final

The door to the coffee shop opened with a bang as the handle of the metal door slammed into the wall behind.

“Sorry!” you heard a familiar voice shout as she made her way through the coffee shop and towards the counter.

You turn around to see Mina slamming her expensive bag down on the counter, and pull up seat. She is staring at you, giving you a look that can only mean one thing. You were in trouble. She waits, folding her hands in her lap as she waits for you to tell her what you hadn’t.

 But her short fuse gets the best of her, “When were you going to tell me that Taehyung was back?”

 "You’ve been busy.“ you shrug as you try to occupy yourself with the rack of clean dishes in front of you.

 "That’s no excuse, Y/N. We’re best friends. We are supposed to tell each other everything,” she hisses.

 A glass slams on the counter with a little too much force as you turn your attention to your best friend. She’s staring at you, unsure where your emotions are coming from. It is very rare that you raise your voice to anyone, especially Mina. That was her niche.

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I love Gabrielle’s smirk face when everytime she wins Xena over Ares.

3x01 The furies

Ares:I still don’t know what you see in her!

5x02 Chakram

Ares:Brought you back.

Xena:With a vengeance.

5X09 Seeds of faith

Ares:I wish I’d known you were looking for a father.

Xena:I’m not.

Ares:Well, somebody clearly got the job.

Xena:Yeah, Gabrielle.

5X14 Amphipolis Under Siege

Ares:Can you tell me you didn’t feel anything.

Xena:I felt nothing.

6X10 Old Ares Had A Farm

When Ares tried to kiss Xena and failed.

heaven

Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Warnings: swearing, alcohol
I can’t deny this was totally inspired by @sappypotter :)


Draco could hear the muffled voices through the thick, wooden door of his dorm. He was planning on staying in bed all night, but the voices from the common room kept getting louder and louder, and it was doubtable that Draco would get any sleep.

When he was sure of hearing Pansy’s cackling laugh from the next room, he finally decided to just go and join them. 

A small silence fell over everyone when the blonde boy entered. Draco quickly scanned the room, which consisted of: Blaise Zabini, who wore the usual smirk on his lips, but seemed truly surprised to see Draco; Pansy, short hair tickling her neck, her chin tilted up with her usual demeanor; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, whose legs were tangled together affectionately, his arm hung loosely over her shoulders.

And last of the bunch, who probably looked the most out of place next to Draco himself, was none other than Harry Potter, who pushed his wire-framed glasses half an inch up his nose as he stared at Draco, along with everyone else.

They all sat in a circle on the floor of the Slytherin common room, which wasn’t rare, ever since McGonagall implemented the new house unity rules for their eighth year. Draco sucked in a breath and regretted coming out of his room.

He just wished Potter would stop staring at him. It made him want to fidget.

“Well, look who decided to join us!” Pansy said, and Draco could tell alone from the tone of her voice that she was a little drunk. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the bottle of firewhiskey in the center of the circle, and all of the plastic cups scattered around the five of them.

When Draco didn’t respond, Blaise said, “Are you gonna sit, Malfoy? Or stand there and continue to stare at us all night?”

Clearing his throat, Draco nodded and muttered,”Yeah, I’ll sit.” He then proceeded to plop down where the biggest gap was, which just happened to be in between Pansy and Harry.

“Well, pour him a drink, Blaise,” prompted Pansy, as Blaise was refilling his own cup. But before Blaise took out a new cup for Draco, Harry blurted, “He can have mine. I’m done for the night.”

Draco turned to look at the curly-haired boy, who was holding out his half-filled cup of firewhiskey, almost like a peace offering. Harry’s glasses had fallen back down his nose, and it took a lot of willpower for Draco not to lean over and adjust them himself.

He tried to think of some witty insult about Potter drugging him, but Draco couldn’t even think straight when his pale fingers brushed against Harry’s warm ones, through the exchanging of the cup.

“Oh,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks.”

Draco turned back to face everyone, and he could practically feel Pansy’s stare digging into his skin. When he finally looked in her direction, she raised an eyebrow at him, her dark purple lips upturned into a suspicious smile.

She knew his secret. There was no getting past his best friend.

Draco took a big sip of the firewhiskey.

HIs eyes roamed around the room, which happened to be vacant saved for the six of them on the floor. Not many Hogwarts students returned the year after the war, and the majority of the ones that did weren’t very social.

Blaise began rambling about something Draco had no interest in, so he zoned out, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cup of alcohol that had previously belonged to Harry Potter.

What a weird turn of events his life had spiraled into. Less than a year ago, Draco was sure he was going to die in the Room of Requirement, when it was completely engulfed in hot flames during the battle.

He truly thought his life was over, but Harry Potter, dirt-streaked and sweat-stained, swooped in on a broomstick and carried Draco to safety.

And ever since that horrid day, Draco hadn’t been able to completely wipe Potter’s face from his mind.

The only sounds present were the fire crackling in the fireplace and Blaise’s smooth voice, rambling on about Merlin knows what. Draco practically jumped a foot into the air when he felt a hand on his left arm.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered, flicking something onto the carpet with the hand that had just grazed Draco. “You had a thread on your sweater.”

Trying to remain calm and ignore the heart palpitations inside his chest, Draco cleared his throat and mumbled, “It’s okay. Thanks.”

Was it a sin that, after that, all he wanted that night was for Harry to touch him again?

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Within a matter of hours, the night had unraveled into an unnerving game of Truth or Dare. 

After about five minutes, Ron had ended up without a shirt and Pansy had already shared a very detailed account of her last date with a girl she’d been seeing. Draco’s blood felt as if it were boiling with anxiety under his skin, and he wished he could just rewind the past couple of hours and retreat back to his warm bed. 

But he couldn’t escape. “Truth or dare, Draco?” Pansy’s voice rang, dripping in sugar and venom.

The alcohol was blurring Draco’s thoughts slightly, but he was still very aware of the close proximity in which Harry was sitting, cross-legged, next to him.

He thought he had dodged a bullet when he answered, “Dare.” He didn’t want to deal with facing his secrets head on in front of everyone.

Pansy’s lips curled upward into a grin, and Draco’s stomach did flips. “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

Fuck.

Everyone else hummed a collective, “Ooooh,” as Draco was forced to face this challenge (which he had never signed up for in the first place).

In attempts to play it safe, Draco moved toward his right - toward Pansy, whom he had always thought of to be nice to look at. But mostly because he hoped she would just help him out with the situation at hand.

It didn’t work, because Pansy leaned backward and Blaise blurted out, “Oh please, Draco, we all know you’re about as straight as the sky is red.”

Ron snickered, and Draco saw Hermione try to hide her smile as well, as she buried her face into Ron’s sweater. He shot them a look with daggers in his eyes before waiting for a reaction from Harry, which never came.

It was at this precise moment that Draco decided to down the rest of the firewhiskey in his cup, as the rest of the eighth-years stared him down. Draco needed as much courage he could possible get if he was going to do what he was about to do.

In one swift movement, Draco threw his empty plastic cup to the floor, scooped Harry Potter’s face into his hands, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Harry was taken aback, naturally, and Draco felt the brunette’s whole body go rigid. Draco just kissed him harder, because he knew this may be his only chance - he’s never have the right confidence to do this again.

Draco was finally about to pull away, when Harry seemed to regain control of his body and began to kiss him back.

Draco felt like melting right then and there, and he probably would have if it weren’t for the fact that Harry’s face was sitting in his hands. The golden boy’s own hands made their way to Draco’s blonde hair, and it felt like…

Heaven. That was the only word Draco could think of as the two boys moved their lips against one another’s. He wasn’t even religious, but that’s exactly what it felt like to Draco - heaven.

It was sloppy, and wet, and utterly wonderful.

When it was finally over, they pulled away and just stared at each other, for what felt like a lifetime.

The common room was dead silent, as Pansy, Blaise, Hermione, and Ron stared in complete surprise and fascination. Draco had nearly forgotten he had an audience - no, they, had an audience.

Draco wasn’t sure any of them would ever speak again until Blaise finally whispered, “Damn,” his voice sounding low and raspy.

That’s when Draco finally ripped his eyes from Harry’s and looked around at the spectators, who stared back looking quite dumbfounded.

No one had probably ever expected none other than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy to bump lips, let alone be in the same room and not at each other’s throats.

When Draco looked back at Harry and his forest-green eyes, he was met with Potter’s crooked yet beautiful grin staring him in the face.

Things had changed - Draco could feel it in the air, and certainly in the tingle of his lips. He smiled back at the curly-haired boy. Draco was ready for a change.

And you can feel them in your stomach
the butterflies you got when you were together 
all dying in your stomach and leaving you with this sickening feeling
like he's gone but you’re not quite finished 
It’s like you’ve built this fire together 
made something out of nothing
but all of a sudden he’s decided you’re not what he wants
and he spits on your flame in an attempt to put it out
But not quite

And you can’t pinpoint the moment you lost him
the moment that flame started to die and he decided not to feed it anymore
but you can still feel it
subtly, behind the numbness and pain he caused you
And you wish you didn’t because it’s hard enough trying to force a smile without bursting out in tears

And when you wander aimlessly in public
drowned in thought
You sometimes think you see him
darting through the crowd like a flash of lightning
And when he turns around, you immediately look away
because you don’t talk anymore
and that’s what you do when you break up
You pretend you didn’t just spend days, months, years, sharing your life with someone who can barely utter your name anymore
Who played you and spun you like a disco ball
then left you to figure out which direction to go in next.
And when you finally get back up on your feet
alone and flustered
you’ve got to tell yourself you’re alright and that it was him and not you
and try not to fall back down again

Now you spend your days in the past, wishing to live it all over again and be back in his arms
But you weren’t happy
you were just confused and lovestruck
kidding yourselves into happiness
A couple of silly teenagers so drunk on loving each other that their lives turned into a never ending hangover
Or so you keep telling yourself

You think you need him
because you can still feel that fire burning 
which’ll always give you this lingering feeling like you’re not quite finished with him
But he isn’t coming for you honey
cause you’re this hot rock falling from the sky and he was too weak to catch you

—  I wrote a poem because I’m sad

hpseverussnape  asked:

could u draw Regina and Emma in either B1 or B3? thank u! im a big fan of ur art :D

Swan Queen (B1) 

Of course I can!!! It’s only one of my first OTPs! I really wish the show was still good (I realize that’s entirely objective) so I could keep watching these beautiful ladies interact. 

But for now, I’ll settle for a chibi-SQ thinger. Reminds me that I have another Swan Queen Throughout the Seasons to do! 

Thanks for submitting! 

Soupery’s Couples Meme

[Submissions were closed as of 11.01.2017]

Dragon Ball Couples.

As a young girl growing up watching dbz, I enjoyed Goku and his friends in battles saving the earth from one thing to another. But I personally also loved the relationships that Akira made.

Now looking back at it, I found a few clichés that made me love these couples even more…including the new couple.

1. Goku and Chi-chi (Gochi)

Originally posted by softgine

The childhood friends cliché.

The oblivious boy forgot the promise he made with the girl that liked him when they were kids. Only to be reunited after a long time in a tournament where he completely didn’t recognize her.

Sparking hate in the girl that foolishly clung to the promise they made as kids. But after revealing who she is, he finally meets his promise of making her his bride.

Chi-chi is the sensible and mature one, while Goku is simple-minded and goofy in their relationship. A relationship that still manages to stay strong even when he isn’t home most of the time, and still holds a caring love.

2. Vegeta and Bulma (Vegebul)

Originally posted by kesisomnus

The love-hate cliché.

Or the smart girl and the bad boy, he thought he was superior to them all and tried to order around Bulma. But she was not having any of his attitude, and he liked the challenge.

She was a huge component in his life, and the strong wife that he needed to keep him in place. Even though she isn’t physically strong, she stands her own ground against Vegeta.

Let’s also not forget Vegeta went against a God, because his wife was injured, like he literally lost it when Bulma got smacked. Charging with full power at a unbelievably strong opponent for beating up his beautiful wife. 

They may bicker, but they sincerely care about each other.

3. Gohan and Videl (Godel)

Originally posted by neogohann

The high-school sweethearts cliché.

Granted at first they didn’t get along (aka Videl was suspicious of Gohan), but he was constantly there for her when she was in trouble. He kept her safe all in the same time trying to hide the fact that he has a secret.

A secret she uncovers and uses to blackmail him to teach her how to fly and along the way she realizes she likes Gohan. Who is as his father oblivious, but you can see he cares for her, a great example is when he couldn’t hold himself back when she was getting beat up in the tournament.

That loving gaze after Videl’s battle against Spopovich, when they looked at each other and understood…

They are the dorky couple that fight together as superheros, or the popular girl with the cute nerd type of troupe.

4. Krillin and Android 18 (K18)

Originally posted by vgeta

The enemies cliché.

Or the bad girl with the good boy, way out of his league. It was cute seeing 18 teasing and flirting with Krillin, especially when they were fighting against each other.

But when she was in trouble he made a choice not to end her life and told her to run away. He fought against Cell, even though he wasn’t strong enough, and tried to save her.

And then he used a wish to take away the bomb from within her body, and wanted her to be happy instead of using it for himself. She was grateful over his decision, and thanked him from the bottom of her heart.

Although she left, she still managed to come back to him.

A surprising couple that formed from caring acts (attraction) even though they were enemies. 

5. Trunks and Mai (Trumai)

Originally posted by minniekawaiii

The first love cliché.

Honestly (it should apply to gochi & godel too lol), their relationship is so sweet and caring that I can’t describe it. But there is no lie that Mai is Trunks first love.

The girl that he has fought alongside with and been by his side. Time couldn’t keep them apart, and everyone can see how much they mean to each other. Even their younger-self’s have chemistry and don’t hide the fact that they like each other, in a weird love triangle lol.

Two cute dorks, that are in the middle of a war against evil and don’t have time to cuddle and love each other ;)

Nine to Five (Part 7)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/n: This part was a killer to write, I apologize in advance. Not my gif. I changed the tenses in this part, I just feel more comfortable writing like this. Little smut in this.

Part 6 | Part 7  | Part 8


Your heart pounds against your chest as you stare into the eyes of Stiles who was hovering over your body, his tongue gliding across his bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers into your skin, kissing down your collarbone to your breasts.

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Stargazing and controlling mothers JugheadXCooper!Reader Oneshot

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: Does Alice Coopers existence count? 

notes: Lmao sorry for the long wait but I got hella busy and also sick. what can you do :/ anyways enjoy my PG fluff.



You stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You were supposed to be doing math homework, but the glow in the dark star stickers that you had superglued to your ceiling in 4th grade were much more interesting. So you stared at your makeshift night sky and thought about everything.

You thought about your sister Polly, and how much you missed her.
You thought about Jason Blossom’s death, and how you didn’t miss him.
And you thought about your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and how you really missed him. Your disapproving mother didn’t exactly know you were dating him, and you hadn’t been able to sneak off to see him in the past couple weeks. Everyone else knew, and you wished you could share that part of your life with your mom, but there was no way in hell she’d be okay with you dating the son of a Southside Serpent.

“(y/n)? Are you still awake?” Your sister Betty’s voice came from the other side of your door.

You tore your eyes away from the ceiling and ruffled a hand through your hair, “Yeah Betts, I’m still up. Come on in.” Your door creaked open and Betty walked in. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand next to you.
You sat up and nodded, “So, what’s up?” you asked.

Betty smiled sadly before taking a deep breath, “I’ve just been thinking about Polly lately. I mean, I know Mom won’t let us see her. And even if she did, Polly might not even be herself. But I really wish we could, I really miss her.”


You flopped back on your bed, letting out a long sigh. “Yeah I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like Mom’s trying to erase Polly, She won’t talk about her, won’t let us see her, and I hate it. I hate the whole thing. I miss her. I miss the way things used to be.”
Betty laid down next to you, the both of you staring at the star covered ceiling. You sat in silence for awhile. But after a few minutes Betty broke it with a complete subject change. “So, how’s Jughead?”

You grinned, “Good as far as I know. With your recent cheer-bellion Mom’s been cracking down on me with little errands for the newspaper. Trying to keep me busy, I think, so I don’t get any ideas about following in the scandalous footsteps of my sisters.”

Betty laughed lightly, “cheer-bellion?”
“Yeah. You know, Cheering-rebellion.”
Betty just laughed again.

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The next morning you woke up before your alarm and rolled out of bed, your (e/c) eyes still bleary from sleep.  
You got ready for school quickly and threw your stuff in your bag. You climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. Betty was eating an apple and studying her history textbook at the kitchen table when you walked in.

“Are you studying at seven am?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a test today?”
“No.”
“You terrify me.”
You shuddered jokingly and went to steal a sip of Betty’s orange juice, but she slapped your hand away. “Get your own (y/n)." 

You huffed as you grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter. "Nah, gotta get to school. Meeting…people.” Just as you had bit into your muffin, your mom walked in, already dressed for the day and chatting on the phone.
“Bye mo

m, I’m heading to school.” You waved before turning to walk out of the room. But Your mother’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going, Sweetie? School doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m going early to work in the library for a bit.” You lied easily. You were meeting Jughead early today because you hadn’t been able to see him (other than the short lunch period) for weeks.

You grabbed your bag, muffin in hand, and walked out the front door. You walked to the school with a dorky smile on your face. There was a definite lovestruck idiot vibe coming from you.
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When you arrived at the school, Jughead was waiting for you at the front doors. There were very few people hanging around the building, most teenagers didn’t show up an hour early to school.

When he spotted you he smiled. “Hey–” Before he could get out a greeting, you gave him a chaste kiss. When you pulled back he had a faint blush on his face, bringing a grin to your face. “I know you have a no PDA rule, but there’s barely any people around so. I feel like it shouldn’t count.”
He smirked, “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Hey, guess who doesnt have newspaper things to do tonight!” You switched the topic to your evening of freedom from your mother’s incessant errands.
“Is it some unattainable version of you?” Jughead asked jokingly, but you sensed a tiny hint of sadness behind the teasing tone.
“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just regular me. Shocker, right?”
He grinned, “So does this mean I can actually see you tonight?”
You nodded while smiling broadly.

You and Jughead sat and chatted for about half an hour until the school was overrun with your classmates.
You stood up to head inside, “I’ll see you at lunch?” Jughead asked. You grinned and nodded in confirmation. Then you went inside and headed towards your locker.
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Later that day you opened your front door, immediately heading for your room, But before you could get even to the stairs, your mom stopped you. And she did not look happy.

“(y/n), are you dating the Jones boy?”

You froze and internally cursed. “What?” you asked, blindsided by her question.
Your mother held up Betty’s Diary and fixed you with a stern glare. Dammit. You knew she had been reading that fucking thing.
“You are aren’t you? You know how I feel about him! (y/n), I don’t think you should see him anymore.“

"I am not going to stop seeing my boyfriend just because you can’t get past who his father is!” Your temper was flaring. You crossed your arms, giving her a defiant glare.
She rubbed her temples. “(y/n), I just want what’s best for you–”
You cut her off, “No, you want what’s best for you.” Your tone was cold and clipped. 

She could control everything else, you didn’t care. You would not let her control this. Alice Cooper was not going to stop you from seeing Jughead Jones.
You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed back out the front door.
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You showed up at the Twilight Drive, completely pissed and on the verge of tears. You knew Jughead was working that night and he was the only person you wanted to see right now.

You knocked on the door to the little projector building, tears threatening to spill from your (e/c) eyes. Jughead opened the door, looking somewhat annoyed. His face immediately softening when he saw it was you, and not some unhappy drive-in patron. You didn’t say anything and just wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your breathing was shaky and unsteady from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were experiencing. Jughead put his arms around your waist slowly.
“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jughead asked you, his voice laced with concern. You mumbled something into his shoulder, nearly impossible for him to understand.

You untangled yourself from Jughead’s arms and looked up at him. “She said she didn’t want me to see you anymore.”
Jughead sighed. “We both knew that was coming.”
“Yeah, well…it’s not like I ever had any intention of listening. She can control whatever else she likes, but not this. Not us.” You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. You didnt want to fight with your mom, didn’t want to wish she was someone else, but that’s just how it was. “Can I hang out here for a bit? I don’t really want to go home right now.”


Jugheads lips quirked up a bit at the corners and he nodded. You smiled and climbed up the chain link fence before twisting and pulling yourself onto the roof of the pink projector building. Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even he had never thought of doing that.

He followed you up and sat next to you, the movie screen illuminating the whole lot. There were a few scattered cars around, but most people didn’t see movies on weekdays.
“So, where’d you learn to do that?” Jughead asked as you leaned back, staring at the stars overhead.
You grinned.

“When I was 9, I had no friends other than Betty and Polly. This was around the time Betty had a bit of a phase about her little sister hanging around. Although, I think that was ‘cuz she didnt want me tagging along with her and Archie. And Polly had her own friends. So I was alone most of the time. So I got bored a lot and used to sneak over the fence and onto the roof here so I could watch whatever was playing without being caught. Mom wouldn’t pay for me to come here whenever anything she deemed inappropriate was playing, which was pretty much everything. So I had to get creative.”

Jughead snorted, “I guess we were both pretty adept at getting in here without being caught.” There was a trace of bitterness in his words. He got that whenever he talked about anything even remotely relating to his family.
You put your hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

Jughead shook his head slightly as the movie credits rolled in the distance. “I’m okay. I just need to go take the reel out of the projector.” He lowered himself of the roof as you watched the people in cars pack up and drive off.  You heard the chain link fence rattling as Jughead appeared back on the roof, laying down next to you.  You put your head on his chest and stared up at the night sky.
“Don’t you have to go home?” Jughead asked, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, “Probably.” But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to go home, not yet anyways.
You couldn’t say how long you and Jughead stayed like that, just watching the stars in comfortable silence. And pretty soon you fell asleep, your hands intertwined and your head still on his chest.
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The next morning you were woken up by someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!?” you sat bolt upright and glanced around, Betty was wandering around the drive in calling your name. You almost had a heart attack when you realized it was morning.
You stood up and waved your arms to get bettys attention. “Betty! hey!” Jughead stirred at the sound of your voice, While Betty headed towards the building.

“What’s happening?” Jughead asked groggily.
“I’m going to die. That’s what’s happening.” You ran a hand through your hair and laughed ruefully. Your mother may actually kill you.

You and Jughead climbed down the fence and Betty grabbed you in a bear hug. “No one knew where you were and no one could get ahold of you! We thought you were dead! There’s a murderer running around!” Betty scolded you angrily.
You checked your phone and the screen was black, signalling it was dead.
“Oops?” You offered sheepishly.

Jughead leaned against the building and watched Betty scold you.
“Oops?! Mom is ACTUALLY going to kill you this time!” Betty grabbed your hand and tried to drag you while texting with her other hand, letting everyone know you were okay. You tugged your hand out of her grasp and walked back to where Jughead was standing.

“If this is truly my end, I love you Jughead Jones the Third.” You grinned, an overly dramatic tone in your voice. You kissed his cheek and ran back to where Betty was standing. He was frozen with shock. That was the first time either of you had said I love you.

“What?” You asked innocently.
Betty laughed lightly, even though she was still beyond angry with you. Your mom’s car pulled up and Betty leaned over to you. “Any last words?”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so terrified.
Totally Worth it.”

Tutor — Park Jimin (02)

Originally posted by marikit257

Part 1

Requested: Yes
Words: 2880
Warnings: fuckboy!Jimin, Smut!!!
Description: Park Jimin, the guy in school that everyone wants, is your tutor. While tutoring you, things get a little heated.

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It was Saturday morning and you woke up fairly late, because you had trouble going to sleep last night.

No matter how hard you tried to think of something else, he was still on your mind.

Park Jimin.

Your school’s fuckboy, your tutor, your crush.

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phoenixrei  asked:

I want you to write a thing where Yurio is secretly the biggest victuuri stan but will never admit it because he has an Image to maintain

a list of things yuri plisetsky hates:

  1. first of all, the amount of stupid PDA in this rink is disgusting!!!! seeing the old man and katsudon eat face all the time is just as gross as *shivers* yakov and lilia kissing. keep that shit in the bedroom!!
  2. just to add, he hates the old man and katsudon more than anyone, JUST TO MAKE THAT CLEAR!!!!
  3. especially katsudon. yuri plisetsky does NOT have a secret fan twitter and tumblr and he definitely does NOT co-run the Official Katsuki Yuuri Fanpage on facebook and the Official Katsuki Yuuri Website
  4. being told he can’t do shit!!! yuri plisetsky can do what he wants and no one can stop him!! (except maybe his deda)
  5. people underestimating him or calling him The Next Victor Nikiforov like fuck that??? he’s his own person?? he’s much better than that loser, he’ll be a six time consecutive champion and beat all his records so hah.

ping!

pls marry me yuri @yuripstan
katsuki really let himself go lmao, how’s he gonna get off the ice w all that extra weight

#1 Yuri Fan @yuriyuriyuri
@yuripstan right???? it’s ok, our yurochtka will get gold for sure and show him who the Real Yuri is! Davai!

VICTUURI IS FAKE @joekly
Victuuri is just a media stunt, I can’t believe you guys actually fell for it. They’re both old news and trying to keep themselves relevant.

ur OTP is fake @fakecouples
There’s no way that a couple can be that sappy or that in love. I’m declaring Viktuuri as Fake™, sorry guys.

Yuri Daily @yuridaily
lol i still cant believe viktor is going for another season. get off the ice grandpa, it’s time for the young ones to shine

saddest gay @gaysonice
@yuridaily !!!!!!! RT. viktor should just retire already

Yuri’s eye twitched.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
@yuriyuriyuri @yuripstan lol first of all, can u land a quad flip??? or any jump at all??? fuck off, katsuki’s jumps r acceptable

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
@joekly @fakecouples seriously??? have u seen their instagrams??? they’re disgustingly cute. i WISH they were fake.

Yuri Plisetsky @yuri-plisetsky
@yuridaily @gaysonice Viktor Nikiforov is a Legend and incomparable on the ice. Come back when u get gold in the olympics, k thanks bye.

a list of things yuri plisetsky loves would fight for tolerates, in no particular order:

  1. his grandfather
  2. his cat, puma tiger scorpion
  3. his best friend, beka
  4. yakov and lilia
  5. all the stupid skaters in this stupid rink
  6. the old man and katsudon, those losers.

Otabek Altin @otabek-altin
@yuri-plisetsky i think u forgot to log in to ur other account

Title: This Distance Hurts but I Live for These Moments 

Pairing: Link / Prince Sidon 

Rating: General 

Tags: fluff with a little angst, relationship communicating, sweet with a little sad, fish prince loves a blondie 

Summary: Link and Sidon spend some time together after being apart for a couple of months but growing worries and fears about their relationship pop up and demand to be recognized

Continue reading here or check it out on AO3! Comments, reblogs, and kudos are appreciated! thx! <3 <3 <3 

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He didn’t know the name of the gently rolling river in front of him but it was a gloriously welcome sight.

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Inheritance | Pt. 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later)
Words: 2.6k+
Warnings: The MC gets a lil sad, mentioned death of a family member, swears
Notes: This was going to be a oneshot, then a two-shot, and now it’s a mess. I split it so the transitions would be smoother and it wouldn’t feel as rushed as it would were it all in the one scenario. More parts to come! (forgive the terrible summary)

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

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Unofficial Firefighter [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by @shortycraft13: “Hey, girlfriend! Congrats on 1,400!!! thats awesome! How about 8. and 14. from the prompt list? Thanks, love you!😘🎉”

A/n: So this was for my 1400 drabble milestone but I ended up making it a full fic because I finally got some inspiration and just wanted to let loose and write. I hope everyone likes it!
@jxsontxdds you asked to be tagged!

8. “Why are you so jealous?”
14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.

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It was a brisk Gotham evening as you made the trek to your best friend’s apartment. That best friend being Jason Todd, son of the Bat himself. Even though Jason would never openly admit it. You two had been best friends since before he died at the hands of the Joker, since before he met Bruce! You were street kids together, always had the other’s back. But when he came back, it felt like you two picked up right where you left off. It was the dose of normal and stability he needed after something as drastic as what he’d gone through. The man died for goodness sake.

It’s been a couple years since he returned and everything seemed to be more stable in his life. He was on good terms with his family again, you two still were the best of friends, he was even thinking about getting a dog! But that’s beside the point. The only thing missing really was a relationship, and you wished you could fit that bill. His family rooted for you, everyone wanted Jason and you to get together. But, you were too nervous to tell him and risk your friendship.

So, you settled for your movie nights and bar nights the both of you shared. Knocking on his apartment door you waited patiently. However, no sign of life came from the apartment. Had Jason forgotten your movie night? It wouldn’t be the first time he went out on patrol or a big mission early without realizing you two had plans.

Figuring that the case you sighed before heading back out of the building. Night had fallen over the city, thinking it best you called for a cab while sitting on the stairs to Jason’s apartment building. Sighing your chin rested in your palm, watching cars speed down the street in front of you. That was until you heard a girl’s higher pitched laughter and a man’s low chuckle. However, you recognized that chuckle. Standing to see Jason walking toward the building with a girl with bright blonde hair hanging on his arm in a tiny dress.

You had to admit the woman was gorgeous, making you even more aware of the fact you wore a baggy sweatshirt and simple sweat pants. Jason looked up to see you there, “[F/n]? What are you doing here?”

You stared between them, feeling jealousy bubble in your chest. “Movie night. Which you obviously forgot.” A bit of sharpness in your tone. Jason rose an eyebrow at you, not used to such an aggressive presence from you. He asked his date to head inside and that he’d meet her at her door. Meaning she lived there too.

“Why are you so jealous?” He questioned, obviously confused. “I’m not jealous” You spat at him. Jason crossed his arms unconvinced, “Is it because I forgot movie night? I’m sorry, it just completely slipped my mind and this was the only night me and her could –” Rattling off his excuse before you cut him off. “IT’S NOT ABOUT THE MOVIE JASON!” Yelling at him, feeling even more jealousy and anger bubble in your heart.

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t” Scoffing as he took a step toward you. “[F/n] what is it I’m not understanding?”

Was he really this oblivious? This out of tune with your emotions? Sick and tired of holding in your feelings, they all just spilled out like a can of paint on the pavement.

“THAT I LOVE YOU DAMMIT! That I love and have loved you since before the pit! Since before Bruce! Fuck, I don’t know how you never noticed!” Yelling at him. All the anger in your chest turning to sadness as he didn’t respond but just stared at you. “I love you Jason.” Shrugging as tears stung your eyes.

Right then the cab pulled up, you looked at it then Jason who didn’t look at you. Just stared at the pavement. Sniffling you wiped your eyes before walking to the cab and opening the door. “Bye Jason” mumbling before climbing in and shutting the door behind you.


After that night you avidly avoided Jason and his family. He tried calling you and texting you but you never had the heart to answer. It hurt like hell to know he didn’t love you back, now you lost your best friend too.

Sitting on your sofa in your run down but cozy apartment. You tapped your finger in your mug thinking. About what happened with him, along with how this was your last sick day usable before you had to return to work. Sighing you took a deep breath, but caught a whiff of something in the air. It smelled like… smoke?

Shooting up from your couch you ran to the door. Pulling it open and looking around the hall. You didn’t see any fire but smoke was bellowing up from the service stairs. People were in the same state as you, currently freaking out because of the sheer amount of smoke and that their was a fire on lower levels. Of course your shit apartment building’s smoke detectors didn’t work.

Hacking and coughing you looked around. Remembering that there were a second set of stairs. Hurriedly you got everyone’s attention and rushed them in the direction. You and another man got all kids and women down into the less smoke filled staircase before the smoke and fire got there. Though the fire had grown to your level and was eating the building like it was nothing. You had just began to hear sirens. Everyone was down before another woman rushed back up to where you and the man stood. “M-my son! He was home alone and I just got back! I can’t find him.”

Your instincts kicked in and the small amount of training Bruce and Jason taught you took over. “What apartment?!” You questioned quickly. “6C, please, please help me!” Looking at the man, “Get her outside!” Ordering before running back into the smoke. “HEY WAIT!” Hearing the deep voice of them man yell before you reached to where the fire had spread.

Pulling your shirt up over your face you ran through the hallway, avoiding flames. Finding the apartment you banged on the door. “HEY! IS ANYONE IN THERE!” Screaming before hacking from the smoke.

“help please!” Hearing a quiet voice on the other side. Throwing your shoulder against the door a few times it but open with the third. Looking around you saw a boy no older than 9 huddled under a table as beams fell around him. Running over you tried to crawl up to him but a beam blocked your way. “Come on buddy, I need you to be strong and come with me” saying before you coughed again. He timidly looked at you, another smouldering piece of wood falling beside him. “I CAN’T” He yelled scared and hid further. “You can do it come on sweetie. I know you can, you’re strong. I’m friends with the Red Hood and I can tell you’re just as strong as him. You can do it.” Encouraging him further. “Really?” He asked.

Nodding at him, he began to crawl to you. “That’s it come on” Beckoning him, he was only a foot away when you heard something snap. Looking up, dry wall came crumbling down. On instinct you launched yourself forward, covering the boy with your body as the smouldering dry wall hit your back. Knocking the wind out of you.

He looked at you concerned but with a burst of adrenaline you shook off the drywall and picked him up. Zipping off your jacket you covered him up with it as you ran out of the apartment and toward the staircase. You maneuvered around debris, and inhaled far too much smoke but you pushed your legs as hard as you could.

Down the stairs you ran to and out the front doors, the burst of cool hair filling your lungs hurt and you hacked and coughed, falling to your knees on the pavement. Clutching the boy to your chest as he coughed too. Paramedics rushed over to you, taking the boy and examining you.

Due to sheer exhaustion you couldn’t get up. Everything felt numb and you just wanted to go to sleep. The paramedics kept yelling at you to stay awake but it was too hard, the last thing you heard was a familiar voice yelling to you.

“Jason?” Mumbling before you lost it all.


You woke up to the sound of beeping and felt something around your face. Your throat and lungs felt like they were on fire as you took a deep breath. Wincing at the pain breathing caused. Your back ached and you could feel the bandages wrapped around you. Opening your eyes, the room was empty, it being completely white except for a few vases of flowers on the window sill. ‘Who would send me flowers? I don’t have any family.’ Thinking before hearing the door open.

Eyes shooting there you saw a familiar mess of black hair and blue eyes staring at you. “You’re awake!” Jason smiled at you before rushing over. “Oh thank god! How do you feel?” He sat down beside you.

You just shook your head, trying to speak but it only came out as a rough noise. Jason poured some water and handed it to you, the cool sensation of it running down your throat feeling amazing. “I-I feel like I swallowed hot coals and got hit in the back by Harley’s baseball bat” Your voice sounding gruff and broken. Though you didn’t look at Jason.

Everything came rushing back to you when you saw him. That night but also the fire. “It’s all gone… Everything.” You whispered to yourself. Jason’s expression softened, “[F/n] I..” He tried to speak but you stopped him. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.“ He blinked at you before smiling and taking your hand. “Why can’t I be both?”

You stared at him shocked, waiting for him to elaborate. “I know I’m an idiot. I don’t know why I went out with that girl. I knew from the beginning she wasn’t for me but I did it anyway. And I don’t know why because I’ve known I’ve loved you since we were kids. I thought you didn’t feel that way about me and I now see how wrong I was. I did it to try and hide my feelings for you, but when you confessed I was shocked and you were gone before I could tell you how I felt. Then you wouldn’t answer my calls and I go to your apartment to see smoke bellowing it from it and news that you ran back inside. I was terrified I’d never get to tell you or see you again.” He explained and caressed your hand with his thumb.

“You love me?” Voice still being a rough whisper. Nodding he smiled at you. “I do.”

Tugging on his hand you pulled him to hug you. Tears welling in your eyes. “I want you to move in with me. I don’t want you in some shabby apartment like that again. I want you where I can keep you safe and from running into burning buildings” He whispered. Your hands gripped his jacket tighter before you nodded, “Thank you.”

“Anything for the one I love.”

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I WROTE SOMETHING FINALLY! I FEEL SO ALIVE!

I kinda want to do a part two where the reader gets offered a job as a firefighter and she accepts the job and goes to training and Jason is a worried mess. Thoughts?

I’m sorry, I just keep on thinking about a Jeeves and Wooster modern AU and I need to share my feelings soooooooo…..


The millennial Drones would all have their livelihood/passions/income revolve around social media, since that’s the modern equivalent of the no-good-lazy-spoiled-kids-who-won’t-get-a-proper-job-like-their-parents trope. Like, Gussie Fink-Nottle has an instagram, tumblr and facebook account for every single one of his newts, Tuppy Glossop’s a food blogger etc. Gentlemens’ clubs aren’t really a thing for the younger set, so their meeting place is a pub NAMED The Drones, where they socialise and loaf about, sharing selfies and memes and other no-good-lazy-millenial stuff.

Bertie would be big on Youtube and Vine, known for quirky music, comedy and anecdotes, sort of a mix of Phil Lester and Jon Cozart. He’d perform the ludicrous pop songs of today as well as musical theatre - not only Lin-Manuel Miranda and Disney tunes but WELL LEGIT Gershwin and Berlin and`Porter. His friends would all ask him to sing Rat Pack standards at their weddings which he gladly does pro bono.

Jeeves would have gotten himself a scholarship to Cambridge (reading law and philosophy) and wound up as a solicitor, since his calling is basically solving other peoples’ problems and disputes. He would earn himself a reputation as the best of the best and be sought after by peers of the realm and CEOs of large companies for Delicate Matters. Unlike Bertie, who takes to this era like a thingummy to water, Jeeves is still something of an anachronism: impeccable old-fashioned manners, formal speech for all occasions (he even calls the cashier at Pret-A-Manger ‘madam’), and never goes out in public without wearing a button-up shirt & necktie. He has typical Generation Xer stand-offish cynicism, deftly packaged in dapper-as-fuck tactfulness.

I can imagine Bertie, having just gotten over his breakup with Ginger (the cad left him for Magnolia), would meet Jeeves whilst house-sitting for one of the Drones in some fashionable Zone 1 / 2 neighborhood (say Chelsea or Fulham). Jeeves has the flat across the hall and Bertie runs into him while trying to take out the rubbish bins (and failing). Jeeves, of course, effortlessly sets everything to rights, and perceiving how clueless Bertie is in day-to-day maintenance of a household, comes over every day to assist him (and not because Bertie is the most adorable wide-eyed cherub of a twink he’s ever seen - perish the thought!)

As Bertie is a magnet for drama, the neighbours in the building and his fellow Drones inevitably fall upon him with all of their problems - some involving romance, but others involving compromising photos going viral, public gaffes where politically incorrect remarks are uttered, etc. Jeeves and Bertie schlep around modern-day London having light-hearted adventures solving all of these problems. Bertie regales his subscribers with the stories of these adventures, going on and on about how wonderful Jeeves is. In the general on-line community, comparisons are drawn between Bertie’s vlog and the blog belong to the boyfriend of that ‘Hat Detective’ on Baker St.

When the time comes for Bertie to leave the flat he was caretaking, he coyly asks Jeeves if he would take Bertie on as a client at his practice. Jeeves refuses, stating that his principles forbid him to date anyone he’s professionally involved with. It takes Bertie half a day to figure out that Jeeves has asked him out.

From there it’s fluff and music and roses and bickering. They get their flat together in Mayfair and Jeeves feels no reserve about scolding Bertie for leaving bath towels on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink. His sweet otherwordly Bertram is a slovenly man-child who he manages to train. Somewhat. Eventually a kitten is adopted because REG HE’S SO CUTE HE FOLLOWED ME HOME LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE CAN WE GO DOWN TO BATTERSEA AND GET HIM A PLAYMATE OH PLEEEEASE I’LL PROMISE TO CLEAN THE LITTER TRAY AND GIVE YOU HEAD WHENEVER YOU WANT IT

Also he once tried to convince Jeeves to come with him to the Brinkley Court Halloween Party dressed in drag as Elphaba and Glinda, but Jeeves “mixed up “ the order to the online costume shop, so they went in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff robes instead.

They spend rainy weekends playing the piano and cooking and exchanging bants and bargaining about fashion choices and having fantastic sex. To their friends they are ‘Bertie and Reg’ and they are like, omigod, the cutest couple eveerrrr, ikr

Aunt Dahlia is the P-Flag auntie, having been the first person that Bertie came out to. She has always hoped that her young blot will find a good man who can keep him in check (Jeeves is heaven sent to her), while Agatha is the homophbic aunt.

AGATHA: Bertie. You must marry and have children.

BERTIE: For the thousandth time, Aunt Agatha, I’m gay. As much as you wish otherwise, that Lord Arran fellow assured the Empire’s assent of my sexual orientation while you were still in knee socks and fawning over Cliff Richard.

AGATHA: It is a childish phase. It will pass once I find a woman of good breeding who can mould you.

BERTIE: Aunt Agatha–

AGATHA: Mould. You.

She lives in Belgravia and despises smartphones.

Thankfully the 21st Century edition of The Code of The Woosters impels Bertie to tell any prospective female that being affianced to him is inadvisable for multiple reasons.

Also Lady Florence is an SJW hipster and political lesbian who lives in Shoreditch with her girlfriend Honoria. She takes every opportunity to criticise Bertie for drinking sugary Starbucks lattes and wearing T shirts with licensed cartoon characters on them. Bertie often wonders why the hell he’s friends with her.

Bertie’s other queer friends are Bingo (the ultimate panromantic), Catsmeat (just your average theatre geek with a libido the size of Soho) and cousin Eustace (not so much a friend as a tagalong, always getting suspended for hitting on his professors). They sometimes go to G-A-Y, where they are consistently ignored by all the cool clubbers, opting to drink and watch drag shows and throw beer nuts at each other. Marion Wardour is Bertie’s gal pal and sometimes she comes along too, with the aim of hooking up with bi guys (and occasionally bi girls). Otherwise, she’s off singing in fringe musicals.

Spode is a member of UKIP and his wife Madeleine writes awful Winnie the Pooh fanfiction.