woah there you asked a small question and i write this shit

Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.

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Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA I’M NOSY.

Word count: 4448  


“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?”

You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.

Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.

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water park - sincerely three x reader smut (and like 1,000 words of fluff)

request: okay but like sincerely three and reader having a waterpark day and she does something like pull connor into and he just gets pissed™ and pushes them against one of the jets and keeps teases them and keeps saying “you’re in for it when we get home” and jared and evan help and then they keep teasing her on the slides and in the water play thing and when home kinky shit ensures plz plz write this i’ll give u houseplants and cuddles

OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS FUN IG oh,, tags @spicy-nug-boi

Word count; 3455

TW; fem reader (IM SORRY I ALWAYS FEEL AWFUL), daddy kink lowkey, teasing!! in public!!, car rides, begging, lowkey orgasm delay/denial, idek?, poly relationship,its longer than i intended, SEX AND SMUT OBVS, PORN WITH MILD PLOT,  jared kleinmeme is an actual meme, evan is 11/10, bad comedy


When Jared Kleinman had suggested that you, Connor and Evan go to the waterpark to relax and make the best out of the final days of Summer, you had immediately thought it was a great idea. Spending a day with your boyfriends, just escaping all the stress and other shit that was cluttering your mind was exactly what you needed, and while it took a bit of… convincing to get Connor on board with the idea, he was prompted to say yes when you and the two other boys promised him to make it worth-while for him. It didn’t hurt your case when you reminded him of the prospect of seeing you running around in a bikini.

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Different

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Requested by: @partylikeits1899

“I know you’re probably swamped with requests and stressed rn but could you please write a Steve imagine where the reader is a shy and quiet girl who’s dating Steve and one day Nancy gives you a makeover (kinda like Sandy from grease) and Steve is just star struck thanks bby 🙂😇

A/N: I loved writing this. Like you have no idea how much I loved writing this. + Hope you like this bby!!

Warnings: Nope :)))

Word count: 1725


Steve Harrington was dating Y/N L/N.

I repeat, Steve Harrington was dating Y/N L/N.

What was the big deal though? I’ll tell you. You see, Y/N L/N wasn’t an easy catch. All the boys in senior year had tried, yet they still couldn’t get a grasp on the notorious Y/N herself.  

Now, you weren’t a brat, or spoiled, or flirty- No. In fact, you were the complete opposite: Quiet, shy, soft spoken- but unbelievably beautiful.

Beautiful, you say?

Yes. You heard me right. But not in the way you would think.

Y/N L/N was a different type of beautiful.

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A Happy Memory | Taehyung

Summary: Taehyung didn’t think he would ever be able to successfully conjure a Patronus charm, until he meets you.
Genre: Fluff, Harry Potter!AU
Word Count: 4,733
Author’s Note: My take on the “always-partying-kid falls for the always-studying-kid” prompt. Also, the fact that I basically finished this in a day is alarming but I wanted to get this out of my hair before I really have to study for my exams for this week.

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You have always been known for your quiet nature, keeping to yourself and the mountain load of books you were constantly surrounded with every single day. You didn’t have many friends, rather a close-knit group of girls with a surprising mixture of personalities from extravagant to soft—and you never let that small number bother you. You never prided yourself on being the smartest student in class, but you did take delight in your time management skills, your organizational abilities and the fact that you could put in effort for assignments or studying and get rewarded with good marks and good grace. You believed in hard work, and for very good reasons.

Your introverted perspective always came with a price, to step into everything and take in everyone with an open-mindedness, to never judge, to just keep to yourself and watch things unfold from a distance. In fact, you like to think of yourself as a relatively appealing person. You never enjoy interacting with people, but on those occasions you would put in an effort to remain respectful and kind, displaying a pleasant atmosphere in a fashion similar to the whole “treat people the way you want to be treated” kind of mindset.

You’re a firm believer in this mentality, trusting that you could overcome any rough patch with anyone as long as you remained calm and collected, as long as you could communicate your wants and needs with peers and receive the same respect as you gave out.

You don’t hate a lot of things, and maybe you don’t have the heart capacity to truly hate anything—but you think that you might just hold enough resentment for Kim Taehyung to capture a first.

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anonymous asked:

BABY BABY BABY PLEASE ONE WHERE SHE FORGETS HIS BIRTHDAY ANGST ANGST ANGST

You groaned, plopping beside Harry on the couch. “My phone broke.” You looked at the shattered screen of your phone with a frown. 

Harry looked at it, wincing at the sight. “Damn. What happened?” 

“I stumbled, it fell and a car just happened to pass. Right on it.” You sighed before letting out another groan and curling to Harry’s side, making him wrap his arm around you. 

“Rough day at work?” He asked quietly, beginning to stroke your hair.

“The worst!” 

That was 3 days ago. Harry knew you still hadn’t got a new phone and you declined his offer to get you a new one but did you really need your phone to remember his birthday? 

When the clock had struck 12, you were already sleeping from 10 so Harry excused that. He knew you were tired and your job had been kicking your ass. But when you woke up and still showed no rememberance of the day, he was disappointed. 

What didn’t really help was the fact that you had this Wednesday, 1st of February, off from work.

Harry cleared his throat, eyes on you as you stirred your tea in the morning. “Hey, baby. Do you not uh,” He paused, “Want to do anything today?” 

You took a small sip from your tea, looking at him. You shook your head, “You know how work has worn me out this week. I just want to stay in and do absolutely nothing.” You smiled. 

Harry nodded reluctantly, his attention moving towards replying to a birthday wish he had received from one of his friends. Maybe you had something up your sleeve? A surprise? 

Declining every birthday outing and clubbing offered by his mates, Harry wanted to spend his 24th birthday with his girlfriend who at 7 had yet to acknowledge the day. 

“Hey, H?” He heard you shout from upstairs. 

His ears perked up, a childish grin on his face. This is the moment, he thought. “Yeah?” 

“Can you come up here for a moment?” Harry had already leaped from the couch, taking two steps at a time before bargin inside the room. 

“I thought you forg-” He paused, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you dressed in a casual dress, putting your earing on. 

“Help me with the shoes.” You said, looking at your bare feet. 

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, his tone dropping. 

“I’m going out with Rachel for a couple of hours. Well I think a couple of hours. She feels a little down.” You frowned, looking at him. “Being a good friend.” 

“You’re kidding right?” Harry asked in disbelief, “You’re actually going out? Tonight? And because Rachel is feeling down?”

“Uh, yeah? What’s the problem?” You asked confusingly as Harry let out a small chuckle. 

“Oh nothing, no problem at all,” He held his hands up, shaking his head. “Just thought you might have wanted to actually put me first, at least just for tonight but guess that is hard.” He said sarcastically. 

“Woah, woah, what’s going on with you?” You jumped to your defense. “We had been sitting together all day since 9 am. You were on your phone like half of the time.” 

“Don’t mind me, was just replying to birthday messages.” Harry gave you a sarcastic smile, “Tell Rachel to feel better.” He left the room, leaving you wide eyed. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” You reached towards the drawer, taking out your alarm to look at the day. 

1 FEB 2018

To say you were feeling like shit would be an understatement. You quickly opened the door, rushing downstairs and towards the living room where you saw Harry putting his phone in his pocket before walking towards the door with a clenched jaw. 

“H, I’m so sorry. I know you’re ma- Where are you going?” You asked, watching him put on his boots. 

Harry didn’t bother to reply as he took his keys and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him. You flinched, letting out a little whine. 

“Stupid. Fucking stupid.” You mumbled to yourself, walking inside. 

// 

“Look who decided to show up!” Adam shouted, causing everyone to cheer once they saw Harry walk in. 

He chuckled, greeting and thanking everyone for the birthday wishes. 

“Where’s Y/N? Got any birthday cake?” Mitch elbowed Harry with a smirk. 

Harry rolled his eyes at his tipsy friend, dodging the question with a “How many drinks have you had?” 

Meanwhile, back at home, you were rushing around. From putting Harry’s favorite home cooked meal by you on to plates, scattering rose petals on the bed and the dining table and lighting a few scented candles to putting on your red dress that Harry adored on you. You added minimal makeup and did your hair to simplicity. 

You would have texted him if it weren’t for the fact that you still had no phone. 

You thought it was still January, thought you still had more days and work has done nothing but cut you off with the world for the past week and so. But you had Harry’s gift neatly wrapped from December, now sitting on the dining table with the blue wrapping paper and white bow. 

You waited impatiently in the candlelit house, looking at the clock to find it showing the 11:30 time. As if sensing your very little patience, you heard the door open and close and the sound of shoes on the floor. You straightened your dress, standing straight by the dining table as you waited for Harry to show up. 

Harry smiled to himself once he caught a whiff of the coconut scented candle and his eyes falling on the red rose petals on the floor. He followed the trail, head up as he knew where to expect you. His breath hitched when he caught sight of you; clad in his favorite dress with a nervous, sheepish smile. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

Harry chuckled, walking closer to you and letting his eyes fall on the candlelit dinner you had made, humming to himself once he smelled the delicious aroma. 

“It’s pratically still your birthday,” You said, looking behind you and taking the wrapped up box in your hand, looking up at him. “I’m so sorry, H. I got the dates all mixed up and my mind has been everywhere. I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you that much of attention lately.” You spoke softly and sincerely. 

Harry smiled, “I overreacted. I know you still care about me and I know how tough your boss has been.” 

“You didn’t overreact. It’s your 24th birthday. You’ve been so excited and I just wasted the day for you.” You sighed, frowning. You looked down, feeling embarrassed. 

Harry gently cupped your face, making you look up at him again. “It’s not wasted. We’re celebrating right now, aren’t we?” He didn’t wait for a reply before he pressed his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss, closing your eyes to devour the moment. 

You both pulled away, catching your breaths. “Here’s your gift. I’d been hiding it for about 2 months.” You giggled. 

Harry took the box, shaking it softly and putting it closer to his ear before untying the bow. “You wrapped that up, didn’t you?” He chuckled. 

“Took me two tutorial videos on Youtube.” You said proudly. 

Harry grinned, his eyes falling on the box, letting out a gasp once he opened the lid. In there, wrapped around a small pillow was a watch he had seen and for some reason hadn’t bought for himself but he gushed about for a whole day. “Babyyy,” He dragged, “That must have costed you an arm and a leg.” He frowned at you before looking back at the watch with an admiring smile, clipping it on his wrist. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“I love it. Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled, leaning down to capture your lips. “I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

Harry sure did like the gift and the meal, but good God did he love the rose petals on the bed, if you know what I mean


I couldn’t really imagine this being a total angst I’m not sure why but I still hope you liked it! x

Drunk in Love

Originally posted by crankgameplaysreactions

Request: If you can, can you whip up a lil headcanon or blurb of drunk Ethan and hes being really cuddly and lovey dovey with fem reader

Summary: Drunk!Ethan is v affectionate, Fem!Reader is just trying to get her best friend home

A/N: helloooooooo my friends! Idk how to do headcanons, so here is a smol thingy. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 250, smol am srry

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It’s okay, Richie - Reddie fic

Guess who got her first fic idea or imagine or whatever you want to call it? THIS GAL!

‘I feel like Richie is always the kind of person that’s always joking, and when he has a crush on someone he has a huge frickin crush, but once his crush starts to reciprocate he becomes hostile’ - @heyitsmissmurder (paraphrased version)

This is my first ever reddie fic! I hope it’s okay and that I portray the characters well enough, but most of all I hope you enjoy!!

warnings - swearing (i think that’s all, let me know if anything upsets you!)

word count - 1.2 k

(@trashmoutheds THANK GOD IT SURVIVED)

Richie Tozier was in deep. He’d just celebrated his sixteenth birthday, and had come to the conclusion he was in love with his best friend. In hindsight, he probably should’ve resalised once Pennywise used the prospect of Eddie being hurt to scare him - but teenaged boys are nothing if not oblivious.

But, Richie, for once in his life, could not make up lies regarding this. He knew jealousy would show on his face whenever another boy (or girl) got too close to Eddie. He knew he’d not be able to hold back if Eddie was upset due to someone, and he knew he’d want to kiss every inch of the damned boy’s face if he smiled.

Richie Tozier did not know how to show his love for someone without making a single ‘YOUR MOM’ joke or using a stupid accent. And Eddie Kaspbrak deserved so much more.

The following Monday, The Losers (minus Mike, who still got homeschooled by his Grandfather) met at lunch, and Richie felt his heart plummet. 

Eddie, beautiful Eddie, was wearing these shorts that left nothing to Richie’s teenage boy brain’s imagination. How was it possible to fall in love deeper by seeing someone’s legs?

‘Hey, Rich! Did you have a good birthday once we’d left?’ He asked, his voice like music to Richie’s ears.

Richie opened his mouth to respond, but looking at Eddie made his brain go to jelly, so he decided to shrug instead. 

This made his internal monologue go mad - RICHIE! Why didn’t you say anything? Anything! Eddie’s not going to bother to talk to you now, oh my God. Why can’t you just accept that you love him and need to tell him?

He watched Eddie’s doe eyes and curved mouth droop simultaneously, and decided he’d never regretted anything as much as that shrug.

So, he did what Toziers did best. He ran.

‘What did I do wrong? Is he okay? Did something happen with his parents?’ Eddie spat out, watching Richie sprint off. 

‘W-woah, Eddie. Y-you br-broke Rich,’ Bill stared at Eddie, gobsmacked.

This comment did not make Eddie feel any better, which Stan picked up on.

‘Don’t be so rude, Billy,’ he spoke as he smacked Bill’s arm, ‘Eddie, I think what you’ve just seen is Richie denying his feelings.’

Ben and Beverly, who were leaning on to one another, looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

‘I … What?’ Eddie questioned, feeling like he’d been winded, or needed his inhaler. Or both.

‘Y-you know. Like m-me and S-Stan,’ Bill smirked, ending his point with a kiss smacked onto Stan’s head.


Whilst this conversation was happening, Richie sat in the boy’s bathroom on the ground floor that no one went into. 

How would he ever speak to Eddie properly again when every time he saw him his mind was flooded with images of kissing him? Being comforted by him after his parents treated him badly?

Richie Tozier sighed in defeat, picked up his bag and decided to go on a smoking break for the rest of the afternoon. As he left the school grounds, he heard the smacking of loafers on the floor behind him.

‘Hey, Trashmouth! Wait up, I have cigs in my pocket that need a-smoking,’ Called the one and only beverly Marsh, Richie’s best friend (apart from Eddie - get him out of your head, Tozier. He’ll never like you back) 

‘Why, if it isn’t my dearest belle Bevvie!’ He projected back, using his ‘southern Belle voice’, but partway through he just couldn’t keep up the facade any longer, turning on his heel and smashing himself into Beverly’s arms. 

‘Oh, Richie. Richie, honey. What’s wrong? Is it your parents?’ She asked in that soothing voice of her’s, like butter melting in a pan. Smooth and sweet and - Richie suddenly wishes he could have a normal crush, maybe one he hadn’t known for most of his time in school and hadn’t fought literal evil with.

He shook his head no to Beverly’s question, tears running hot and steady down the apples of his cheeks and making it extremely hard to see for the fog in his glasses.

Taking a deep breath, he decided it was now or never.

‘I’m in love with Eddie and I don’t want to be because - fuck yes I do, he’s so beautiful and small and I just want to protect him, I don’t know how to tell him or even show it because I’ve been raised like shit and my own parents can’t even show me love, I can show compassion to my friends but not without one of my stupid voices or a joke and I don’t know what to do, Bev!’

Beverly removed her arms from around Richie, keeping her hands on his shoulders and holding him at arm’s length away.

‘Oh honey. Is it Eddie? Is that all? Do you not notice the way that boy looks at you?’ 

Richie stood looking like he’d been smacked around the face. Eddie? Loving him back? Eddie? The same little hyprochondriac who listened to Richie’s countless jokes about his mom?

‘How does he look at me, Bevvie?’

‘Oh, Richie. Like you’ve put the stars in the sky just for him. Like you just serenaded him with a five-hour loop of Africa by Toto. Like you just told him you keep an aspirator on you at all times for him, just in case. Shit, Richie. He really has it in for you, y’know?’

Richie beamed, positively beamed. His cheeks were flushed, the tears in his eyes being those of happiness. Richie Tozier would tell Eddie Kaspbrak how he felt once and for all.

So, him and Beverly sat in their smoking tree, and devised a plan.

Richie bounced into lunch the following day, feeling the most confident he’d ever felt after psyching himself up throughout double calculus - because this was way more important.

He didn’t feel an ounce of bad luck awaiting him - he trusted Bev.

But as he approached the table, Eddie stood up and came over to him.

‘Rich. Can I speak to you, please?’

‘Errr… yeah, sure. Everything okay, Eds?’

Eddie ignored this, and didn’t even comment on the nickname. Richie gulped, feeling sick - what if Eddie didn’t like him and was going to let him down gently?

‘Richie, I think I know why you left yesterday,’ upon seeing Richie open his mouth, he made a gesture for him to wait, ‘And I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I came on a different way, or seemed too eager. I get that I could really ruin our friendship with this, but … do you want to like, date, or something?’

Richie laughed. A bad choice, really, following someone’s love confession. But this time he stood around to follow it up.

‘Really, Kaspbrak? I spent all afternoon yesterday smoking with Bev and making up a cool way to tell you that I like you more than a friend - and you one up me in the simplest way? I’m not having that.’

Eddie looked perplexed. Was Richie accepting? Or not? 

He watched as Richie leaned down into his bag, and pulled out a small digital radio. The beginning riff of Africa by Toto filled the cafeteria, and he smiled cockily at Eddie. 

‘Eddie Spaghetti. Will you do me the honours of being more than friends with your local trashmouth?’

Eddie looked down at the boy kneeling on the floor, and grabbed him up by the neck of his shirt, smashing his mouth onto his.

‘You’re the only one who I’d share germs with, Tozier.’

We’re… Brothers? (Goven fic part 2)

Like I said before I had to split this up bc tumblr got me fucked up with the ‘100 text blocks limit’ like tf you mean I got shit to write


The certain parts coming up can be read in either order since their happening at the same time

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~~~At home: Raven~~~

Raven practically broke down the door when he entered.


“DAD I’M SO HAPPY!!” Raven exclaimed startling Reaper who was watching TV on the couch.


“Woah okay! Give me a bit of time to recover from the near heart attack you gave me before I ask why.” Reaper joked.


“Whoops, sorry dad heheh.” Raven awkwardly laughed while rubbing the back of his neck.


“Now what got you all happy?” Reaper smiled.


“I FINALLY ASKED HIM OUT!!!” Raven said in one breath.


“Wait wait wait, asked who out?” Reaper questioned. Raven sweat dropped.


“Oh, I forgot I haven’t told you heh.. So about a month ago I met this person and he’s really cute and I’ve been wanting to ask him out for some time and I finally got the courage to today… And he said yes!” Raven told his story to Reaper while blushing.


“Oh really? Well congrats kiddo! When will I meet this mystery person?” Reaper smirked.


“Oh, um… We’ll be seeing each other again tomorrow so I guess you can come with me to meet him?? I’ll have to make sure if it’s ok with him though… I’ll text him right now.” Raven said as he pulled out his phone to check with Goth. A few minutes of typing later Raven looked up at Reaper.


“Well?” Reaper asked.


“He said that he’s ok with it! And that his mom wants to meet me and you too!” Raven said.


“Great!” Reaper smiled.


~~~At home: Goth~~~

Goth entered the kitchen blushing and giggling like a child.


“Hey, what got you all happy?” Geno turned from his focus on making dinner for the two.


“HE FINALLY ASKED ME OUT!” Goth exclaimed. Geno nearly cut his finger off chopping the vegetables for their dinner.


“Wait what?!” Geno asked turning all the way around to face him.


“Oh, I forgot I never told you about him eheh… Well I think it was about a month ago that I met him and we’ve been hanging out for a while and I really like him but I didn’t know if he liked me back but today he asked me out so I said yes!!” Goth gradually sped up his talking.


“Oh, well good on you Goth! When will I meet him hmm~?” Geno teased.


“Mom!” Goth blushed while Geno chuckled. Goth then sat in thought for a few moments.


“Well… I think you can come with me tomorrow to meet him since we’ll be seeing each other again. I’ll have to check with him though.” As soon as he finished his sentence he got a text on his phone.


“Who’s that?” Geno asked.


“It’s him!” Goth smiled widely.


“Perfect timing haha, well what did he say?” Geno said.


“He asked me if it’s okay if his dad came with him tomorrow to meet me.” Geno read the text.


“Huh, looks like they had the same plans we did.” Geno pointed out.


“Haha yep, I’ll tell him if it’s okay that you come too.” Goth said.


“Okay.” Geno let him type away.


“He said it’s fine!” Goth said a few minutes later.


“Alrighty then!” Geno said.


“I can’t wait for you to meet him!!” Goth giggled.


“If he makes you this happy then I’m sure he’s a great guy.” Geno smiled at his son’s enthusiasm.


“Yeah…” Goth said daydreaming.


“Shoot! I forgot about dinner!” Geno turned over to the forgotten stove of burning food. Goth snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at his mother trying to cool down the overflowing pot of stew. He gave a small chuckle.


“Sorry Goth, dinner might be a little late tonight.” Geno apologized.


“It’s fine mom, I can wait.” Goth reassured him. He then went to his room still excited about tomorrow.

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Part one

Part two- you’re here

Part three

Goth by @nekophy

Raven by @ask-the-gothfamily

Geno by loverofpiggies

Reaper by renrink

Alicia is P.O.T.U.S - Shitty garden furniture

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Just wanna say I’m bowled over by how many people liked this so quickly.  I hope I can keep your interest :D

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He skips his morning run and the regret adds itself to all the others he has piled up.

In the back of the town car he texts Kent.

Mom’s running for re-election

They’ve been in the White House for two years but Jack could swear it’s been longer.  The moment the race started he stopped feeling like Jack Zimmermann hockey prodigy and started feeling like Jack Zimmermann potential presidential candidate Alicia Zimmerann’s son.  He used to hate the former title but he hates the latter more now. Despite the ugly uphill slog it took to get here he knows his mother was excited to move into the White House but Jack hates it.  He feels like a bug under glass in that place.  Always overlooked and spied on.  The only place he feels safe now is at a beautiful red brick townhouse with white window accents and a green front door.

Shitty greets him (and his protection detail) on the font step wearing nothing but a pink kimono dressing gown and boxers.

“Jacko! You beautiful son of a bitch.”

“Hey Shits.” Jacks mouth stretches into its first genuine smile of the week.

Shitty looks over his shoulder at the agents waiting at the bottom of the steps and gives them a grin, “Coming in for a bowl?”

Ransom shakes his head with a polite smile, “No sir.”

“Well, it was worth a try.” Shitty shrugs like he doesn’t get the same answer every time he offers. “There’s Colombian coffee inside if you guys want it.  My superior half brought it back from her travels.”

Poindexter perks up and Jack gives them a nod.  When they enter the house the guys head to the kitchen leaving Jack to follow Shitty out to roof terrace.  At the garden table sits Shitty’s superior half.  Unlike her husband Larissa’s dressed but she is smoking a joint, which she lays carefully aside to stand and embrace Jack.

“Hey bud.”

He squeezes her small body to his.  “Hi Lardo.”

Shitty tells him to sit and picks up his bowl.  He offers it out mostly just to be polite but also on the off chance Jack will accept. Usually he passes, he doesn’t have a great track record with drugs but this time he reaches out and neither Lardo or Shitty hide their surprise.

“You okay buddy?” Lardo’s frown is all concern but she keeps her tone nonchalant to let Jack know that if he doesn’t want to talk about that’s fine.

Jack takes the lighter Shitty offers and holds the flames over the bowl.  When the water stops bubbling he announces on an exhale, “Mum’s running for another term.”

Lardo chokes on her smoke. Shitty doesn’t say anything.

“But you knew that.” Jack hands the bong back to him with a pointed stare.

“I didn’t actually.” Shitty replies.

Jack doesn’t believe him.

“I’m your lawyer.” he says sternly, “You cut my pay check and even if you didn’t you’re my best fucking friend.  You rank higher than your mother in my books.”

Despite his suspicion Jack feels the warmth that confident unflinching proclamation is meant to inspire. He and Shitty have been thick as thieves since college but there’s a stubborn part of Jack, the part that knows he’s not good enough, that worries despite all the evidence to the contrary Shitty’s friendship is just as tenuous as everything else in his life.

“I’m assuming your mother blindsided you with this?”

Ambushed more like. Jack nods.

Shitty gives him a sympathetic look and Jack remembers that Shitty knows him too well and knows exactly how he’s feeling right now.  “I wouldn’t do that to you man.  I promise if I’d known I would’ve given you a heads up.”

“I know.” Jack hangs his head.  “Sorry. I-I know you wouldn’t.”

“Come here you bastard.” Shitty tackles him and the combined weight of them both on the flimsy chair sends them crashing to the ground.

“Ow!” Jack laughs.

“Oh Jack Zimmermann you big strong animal you.  You’ve broken my furniture.” Shitty crows high pitched.

“Sir?”  Shitty and Jack crane their heads round to Poindexter standing in the doorway, a confused frown furrowing his burnt orange eyebrows.

Shitty waves them off, “Jesus Christ he’s fine! I’d never hurt my best friend who coincidentally happens to be a member of the first family.”

Poindexter looks chastened and annoyed about it.  “Sir?” he asks again directing the question to Jack.

Jack waves from his position beneath Shitty and between the broken garden chair.  “I’m fine Will.”

Poindexter nods but he still doesn’t move.  “Shits get off him before angry bird over there explodes.”

Will shoots a miffed look at Lardo.

“I should be able to maul my best friend in the privacy of my home.” He grumbles peeling himself off of Jack.  Jack rolls out of the broken chair and hops to his feet to catalogue the damage.  Two snapped legs and a bent back rest.

“Want me to replace that?” he asks.

Shitty puts his hands on his hips and stares down at the mess, “You pay me enough to be able to replace my own shitty garden furniture.  Lardo, light of my life, can this be art?”

Lardo takes a drag of her joint, “Have we still got pink glitter paint?”

“I think so.”

“Then yes.  I’ll put it in the garage.  Have you had lunch yet Jack?”

“No.”

Lardo smiles and pushes her chair to stand.  “Let’s go to that little hole in the wall place.”

Jack follows them both into the kitchen where Ransom is sipping what must be his second cup of coffee completely unconcerned about the earlier ruckus.  “This stuff is so good.”

“There’s a bag for you if you want it.”

Ransom nods, “Thank you ma’am.”

“I’m not on duty yet you can call me by my name Justin.”

Ransom smiles but doesn’t do it.  He does take the coffee when she offers though.

“Want one Poindexter?”

“No ma’am.  Thank you.”

Lardo rolls her eyes. “Newbies.” She mutters.

- - - -

The Turkish restaurant is a cosy place big enough for six tables and staff to wander in between. It’s small but Jack feels anonymous tucked into a dark corner at a table with a light that hangs low enough to illuminate their food but not those eating it.  They all sit together, Jack opposite Shitty who’s next to Lardo. Ransom and Poindexter sit on either side of Jack and whilst it looks more natural this way Jack is still painfully aware he’s being flanked.

“This place is nice.” Jack picks up his menu.

Lardo watches a waitress walk by before replying, “Yeah it is.  Kosher too”

Jack’s impressed.

Shitty follows the line of her gaze and groans, “Are you going to slip her your number or make me eat here for two weeks before you do?”

Lardo gives him an innocent smile.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmmmhmm.” He hums not fooled by her lies.

Shitty leans forward, “What about you Dexy? Will you take the bullet for me?”

Poindexter looks at Lardo who still has her holiday hat on so she doesn’t offer him any clues except a mischievous smirk into her water glass.

“You’re…not my priority…sir?” he replies haltingly.

Ransom coughs into his drink.  “Nice one.” He mutters sarcastically.  Poindexter doesn’t scowl at him but it’s a near thing.

“Not a priority?” Shitty whispers outraged.  “Not a priority? Light of my life do you hear this? As your husband do I not have umbrella protection?”

“I’m literally just the coordinator.” She rolls her eyes amused.

“Jack?”

Jack shrugs, “My legs are insured for five million dollars.”

“I thought that was your ass.” Shitty retorts.

“That’s why I have two bodyguards.” Jack grins when Shitty flips him the bird.

“I’m saddened William.” He pouts, “I will be writing a letter of complaint.”

Will shoots Ransom a concerned look before he can stop himself.  “Stop messing with the new guy.” He answers in a far friendlier tone than one would typically expect from an agent on duty, but then that always was Shitty’s great talent; getting under peoples skin and growing on them like a fungus you couldn’t help but be fond of.

Lardo manages to behave herself when the waitress comes back to take their order.  Jack manages to persuade Poindexter to eat with them claiming it’ll look weirder if he doesn’t.  Ransom has no such qualms.

Justin Oluransi (“Just call me Ransom sir.”) has been Jack’s bodyguard since his rookie year.  Jack feels an affinity with Ransom in a way he didn’t with the last agents he was paired with, maybe it’s because they’ve both just finished their rookie years, or maybe it’s because now that Aldeen is gone Ransom’s relaxed and allowed Jack to think that perhaps they could be friends as well as work together.  Aldeen preferred to be professional at all times and Jack appreciated that but it feels better to know that someone is looking out for you not just because they’re being paid to do so.

So it’s Ransom that gets Poindexter to join in even if he has to sell it by telling him that he can’t do his job effectively if people know he’s there all the time.

“If people can see me then they are dissuaded from trying anything.” Will said, politely but insistently.

Ransom gave him a long look. “Just order some food.  You don’t have to eat it.”

Poindexter ordered a kebab. And he eats it.

There’s a trill from Shitty’s jacket pocket.  “Excuse me.” He apologises withdrawing the phone.  A minute later he chuckles to himself.

“Johnson isn’t still sending you meta memes is he?” Lardo asks around a mouthful of olive.

“Nah it’s Nurse.” He looks at Jack, “Apparently your new social media manager is a hottie.”

Jack makes an aborted sound of disagreement, “She’s not mine.”

“Woah way to assume.” Shitty whistles, “The guys a dude.” He shares a meaningful look with Poindexter, “And they say bi erasure isn’t a thing.”

Poindexter frowns at him like he’s missed something.

“And Nurse said, and I quote; “Jack’s new social media guru is a southern fried hottie”.”

“Nice.” Ransom chuckles.

“I’m not getting social media.” Jack is very firm on this.

“Famous last words.” Lardo smirks.

Jack gives her a dry look and pushes the bowl of olives towards her, “Have some more Olives Lards.”

“Face it Jacky,” Shitty slides his phone back into his pocket, “Georgia’s gonna drag you into the digital age.” He grins wickedly, “Kicking and screaming if she has to.”

anonymous asked:

Since we saw Juggie punch someone in the promo, could you write a fic where Juggie gets in a fight and Betty heals his wounds?

I’ll give it a go sure thing!
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His knuckles were bleeding and he could hardly see out of his left eye, the swelling making it difficult to even blink. He had nowhere to go,The party still carrying on at Archie’s, and Pops already closed for the night. He continued to wander the streets of Riverdale, Glancing at his phone, it read 1:43, his birthday was over and his heart felt heavy.

It had been a nice gesture and it had all started out harmless enough, the blue and gold themed birthday party Betty had thrown him was thoughtful and quiet, he could still remember her softly singing him Happy Birthday as she held up the Hamburger shaped birthday cake, his new and old friends watching and clapping as he blew out the candles.

Then it all went to shit. And it was all thanks to Cheryl Blossom, the red headed child of Satan. no one asked her to come, no one asked her to invite the entire Riverdale Sophomore class and absolutely no one asked her to invite Chuck Clayton, resident asshole and douchebag to all. Jughead had plans to ignore the prick, that was until he started in on Ethel.

Ethel Muggs family was going through similar hardships Jughead had experienced just years ago and he genuinely felt for her. Chuck Clayton however, did not. Chuck had been vial, calling her homeless trash, a cowards daughter. One thing led to another and Jughead had Chucks blood on his hands and the dark skinned boys knuckle indents on his face.

Betty had tried to break up the fight, innocent and tipsy she had screamed at Chuck and attempted to defend her boyfriend, Jughead was far too gone for that though, he winced at his memories, he could really be an idiot sometimes.

As Betty was defending Jughead he was screaming at the blonde, publically breaking up with her, telling her she wasn’t who he thought she was, calling her a poser, a drunk. God he was an idiot, he freaked out, tensed up under the pressure. He could just call her, go back to the party, sneak her away into a room. Talk about it, that’s what they did. Talk. But no, he was the coward. He didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes.

“Jughead?!”

He froze in his spot. Holy shit.

“Jughead?! Where are you?” The familiar voice called again from somewhere behind him.

Whipping around and rounding the corner, he came face to face with a tear stained, messy ponytail Betty Cooper. She stopped abruptly, her hands clutching some small black bag.

“Jughead” she whispered, her shoulders slumping in relief. Grabbing his wrist quickly she pulled him over to sit on one of the park benches it was directly underneath a harsh street lamp.

“Betty?” He asked as she dug in the little black bag. She didn’t look up just continued digging before pulling out a cue tip and some form of clear cream, suddenly she was pressing down gently on his eye, the stinging making him wince

“I’m sorry” she whispered, placing two slender fingers on the bruise. She then moved on to his knuckles, she finally glanced up at him quickly

“This is going to hurt the most.”

He nodded slowly.

She dabbed his hand with the alcohol wipe and he hissed audibly, quickly she grabbed his hand and blew gently

“I had to disinfect it, I know it stings.” As she wrapped his knuckles with the white gauze he cleared his throat

“Betty I…”

She cut him off, her voice tired and weak

“I get it Jughead, okay? You don’t have to tell me again, I’m not what you want. It’s okay.”
He saw the lone tear drop on his pant leg.

He didn’t know you could physically feel your heart break until today, Jughead slowly gripped her chin, bringing her face to his as she finished taping his knuckles with her shaky fingers.

“I’m an idiot, the biggest idiot in the world. I didn’t mean what I said, any of it.”

Betty opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head and continued

“I was angry, at everyone. My adrenaline, I don’t know, it’s no excuse but I need you to know, I didn’t mean any of it. You were the last person I should have taken my anger out on, after everything you did. You’re amazing, the best girlfriend, and I… I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything I want.” He felt his own voice grow thick with emotion at the thought of losing her.

Betty looked hesitant but nodded slowly, her hand dropping to hold his, she winced slightly. ever observant, Jughead noticed and pulled her fiery red palm to his face

“Woah, what happened here.” He questioned sigh concern. Betty blushed slightly
“I may have slapped Chuck, it’s a long story. It’s my turn to apologize. I got too caught up in it all. Caught up in Veronica, in Archie. It was your birthday, I should’ve been there for you. I’m so sorry Juggie. She dropped her forehead to his.
Shaking his head Jughead pulled her in for a quick kiss

“Have you heard of the after birthday, birthday?” He whispered close to her ear. He felt her smile against him and shake her head. “Oh it’s an age old tradition, the day after someone’s birthday the birthday boy, which is me, gets to pick someone to lay around, watch Netflix and eat burgers with, you’ve really never heard of it?” He pulled away and acted mock shocked.

Betty giggled shaking her head exaggeratedly

“What does one have to do to get this honor bestowed upon them?” She asked in a serious tone.

Jughead grabbed the little first aid kit and tucked her hand into his.

“She simply has to be Betty Cooper, worlds best girlfriend.”

Betty giggled excitedly “hey! That’s me!”

Jughead dropped a kiss to the side of her head

“Yeah Juliet, that’s you.”

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[✗] random thought that keeps entering my head and I need to write it down. 

[✗]  Jughead and Betty- day after they kiss but it is not gonna be revolved around what happens in the episode today because 1. IDK WHATS GONNA GO DOWN IN THE EPISODE 2. makes it easier to write. PLEASE ENJOY. <33


Betty Cooper felt anxious. Her hands were slick with sweat and every loud noise she heard made her jump. Knowing that Polly was out somewhere, hurt (which was clear from the blood on the shattered window), pregnant, and on the move was terrifying. On top of that, Betty had the police tell her that the car with all of the evidence was found being burned to a crisp.

Betty swiped her hands on the side of her jeans quickly once she approached the schools entrance. A blank expression crossed her face as she made her way down the hallway, hoping no one would notice she was in a mood. She decided to tune out the wild students with a random song, ‘Check yes Juliet..’ began to play in her head which quickly made her stop in place.

Jughead.

Her heart fluttered anxiously at the thought of his name. Betty really did like Jughead, she realized now that it totally came of as her not being interested when she brought up the car. How stupid could she be? ‘The car.’ way to ruin a moment 101 with Betty Cooper.

Suddenly an arm swung around Betty’s waist causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. 

“Woah, B. Jumpy much?” Veronica quipped with a raised eyebrow.

Betty laughed it off and gave a small smile before starting to walk “Sorry, just tired is all.” was her lame response. Veronica nodded but didn’t seem impressed.

“Anyway’s what happened last night?” Veronica asked causing Betty’s face to flush nervously.

“What do you mean?” 

“Uhm hello, you and Jughead were no where to be found at the talent show last night.” She responded whilst pulling her into another area. Betty let out an ‘OH’ realizing she was silly for thinking Veronica knew Betty and Jughead kissed.

“I was just, uh, chilling?” 

“Is that a question or an answer?” Veronica asked with narrow eyes.

An arm was placed around Betty’s shoulder’s causing yet ANOTHER weird noise to escape her mouth. “It’s an answer Veronica, stop with the interrogating, this isn’t  Nancy Drew.” Jughead said with a forced laugh. Betty looked up at him and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ before turning to look at Veronica with a small smile and nervous laughter.

“Um, excuse me? Do you know who I am? I might as well be Nancy Drew, Veronica Lodge always get answers out of people.” She hissed with a sickly sweet smile to Jughead before she turned and sauntered away.

“Well that was fun,” Betty said all in one breathe, Jughead’s hand lightly traced patterns on her left shoulder over the plaid shirt she wore, which she didn’t notice before until it was just him and her standing in the emptying hallway.”So, how was your night? Sleep well?” She asked glancing up at his blue eyes that were inspecting her face.

“I slept okay Bett’s,” He answered softly, making her heart race faster, “The real question’s we should be asking though, is, are you stealing my style?” 

She laughed looking down at the shirt she was wearing. Maybe she was, he did wear plaid a lot, or had it mixed into his outfit somehow. With a shrug she pulled away from his arm on her shoulder and grinned up at him “You scared that I’m gonna pull it off better than you, Juggie?” She asked teasingly while walking backwards down the hallway.

OH, I know you’re gonna pull it off better than me.”

That made her smile grow wider, if that was even possible. Jughead noticed the growing distance and gave a pouted look “Where you going Juliet?” he asked with his arms outstretched towards her.

“Hm, there is this thing called class Romeo.” She said with false curiosity. 

“Oh, I’m a–” She completely blocked out what he was saying, her eyes looked over Jughead and she almost couldn’t believe that someone like him was interested in her. Soft raven hair, the curl that hung out of his beanie, his eyes had to be the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life. She never had thought of him like that until a few days ago, because she was so hung up on Archie. Of course she knew Jughead was an attractive guy but never did she think she would be so consumed with this many feelings for him.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked with squinted eyes.

Betty giggled, thinking of a quote she read a while ago. It usually is for the guy to say to the girl but it felt necessary in this moment, “Because you’re beautiful.” She said in a an overly romantic voice. 

Jughead’s jaw dropped and he let out the loudest laugh she had ever heard from him. She laughed as well, his laughter and smile was extremely contagious. “I can’t believe,” laughter, “you just said,” more laughter, “Betty that was amazing.” 

“Thanks Juggie!” His laughter faltered a bit and he finally started walking towards her, as a joke she decided to turn and start running down the hallway to her class that was late to. Apparently she didn’t run fast enough because before she knew it his long legs had caught up to her and he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into his arms (which she had thought was very romantic until..) and throwing her over his shoulder. Betty pounded her hand on his back “I swear, if you drop me I will-”

“You will what?” Jughead teased from above.

“I don’t know yet, but I will do something okay.”

He let out a hum of amusement and then began his walk to class. With a defeated sigh Betty went limp “Can you please let me down?” She asked giving his butt a gentle pat.

He jumped a little “I will let you down if you stay with me and NOT run away.” Jughead added lots of emphases on the ‘NOT’. “I won’t run okay. Pleeeeeeease.” 

With a grunt Betty was placed on the ground, her smile came back once she realized what he had said, ‘if you stay with me’. It warmed her heart and made her insides feel like they were melting. She also realized in that moment, her horrible mood from this morning was now gone for the time being and she couldn’t be more thankful.

Betty placed her hands on Jughead’s waist and slowly slid them behind into a hug, her head perfectly placed under his chin. His own arms wrapped around her once her registered what was happening, he was warm like a blanket and it radiated so much comfort. “Thanks Juggie.” She said contently. 

“For what?” He asked, squeezing her into a tighter hug. 

Betty closed her eyes and smiled “For being here.” 

She could hear his breathe pick up and the soothing pumping of his heart, and then she felt the soft kiss placed on the top of her head. “I’ll always be here.”


LOL THAT WAS TRASH BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING OR I WAS GONNA GO CRAZY, cOOL 10/10 anyways I feel like shit and my throat hurts so bad, goodnight! <3 (ignore any spelling errors please, its so late and i’m V tired)

Help Me Get The Girl Part 4 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,458

Warnings: Language. Talk about sex.

A/N: So this took me like 500 years to write and post.  I truly apologize about the delays in writing this.  I have been super busy this past week.  This part is a big turning point in the series ;) Hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

As badly as I wanted to avoid Grayson like the plague, I couldn’t be that person.  I couldn’t be the person that ran away and hid in the shadows, waiting for the sun to find me.  After we finished swimming, we hiked back to his place where we relaxed for a bit before I finally made my way home.

               The whole drive home my mind was foggy, my thoughts slamming into each other making it nearly impossible for me to sort out what I was feeling.  Now, here I was walking next to Grace in the hall, not paying attention to a single thing she was saying because I was still confused by what had happened.

               “Have you even been listening to me?” Grace’s voice brought be back to reality just in time to avoid an incoming jock who also wasn’t paying attention to where he was going.  Our shoulders still managed to collide, causing me to instinctively rub the aching area.

               “Yeah,” I absent mindedly responded.  My eyes caught sight of Ethan who was walking our way, his eyes locked on mine and his small smile building into a beam.  “Are we still on for tonight?” I asked Grace, my eyes still on Ethan.

               She let out a deep sigh, “Yeah, but please be mentally present when you come over.  You’re being hella weird right now.”

               “Mhm…” I hummed, walking away without another word.

               “Okay, I’ll see you in the lunch room in a little bit. I can tell that I’m not needed for whatever is about to happen.” She said sarcastically.

               She continued to walk past me as I came to a pause, waiting for Ethan to reach me.  I expected him to say something, but he didn’t.  His hand came up, pushing a hair out of my face and behind my ear. His eyes were pleading, begging for my help but I wasn’t sure why.  He cleared his throat, his head nodding back in a way to signal for me to look. Slightly leaning to the side, I scanned through the hall.  My eyes finally landed on the issue.

               Corrin Pearson.

               Corrin had always had a crush on Ethan.  In her eyes, he was unattainable to everyone but her. Most guys would pounce all over her if given the chance, but neither Ethan nor Grayson gave her a second glance. I had to give her credit though—she had dedication and she hadn’t given up.  I remember her crushing on him before he and I had even become friends.

               “I’m going to kiss you,” Ethan explained.  “You’re going to kiss me back.  She is going to get mad, but I know it’s nothing you can’t handle.” And with that he cupped my face with his hands and gently placed his lips on mine.  My eyes shot open, he hadn’t given me enough time to process what he had said, but I was smart enough to respond, my hands moving to rest on his sides.

               Ethan pulled away after a few seconds, pecking me one more time, his hands taking their time to slide off my cheeks and to his side.  Behind him, Corrin was frozen solid, her jaw dropped to the floor.  Her eyes narrowed in on mine, her fists clenching.  Neither of us would break eye contact, it was the stare down of the year.  I wasn’t about to lose.

               “DOLAN!  Y/L/N! Please just give us all a break for one day.  One day is all I ask.” Mr. Stephens complained, his head falling back against his classroom door.  Both Ethan and I laughed in unison.  The amount of times we got in trouble with Mr. Stephens a week was indescribable.  Mr. Stephens rolled his eyes, returning to his classroom.  This caused Ethan and I to laugh even harder, him bending over, arms wrapped around his stomach.  

               “Yeah, because making out in the hall is so funny.” A voice growled next to us.  Our laughter came to an abrupt halt as soon as Grayson spoke.  “Why would you guys even think that’s funny.  Some of us would rather not watch softcore porn in the hall.” His tone was deep and angry.  This was not the Grayson I was used to seeing each day.

               “Woah man, we didn’t make out!” Ethan put his hands up in defense.  “Crazy Corrin was trying to get me to go on a date with her, like usual, and I just wanted to put an end to it!  Why are you so mad?” He retorted.

               Grayson rolled his eyes, “I’m not mad.  I just think that it’s a bit unnecessary to do that in the hall.  We’re in school, c’mon.”

               “Okay, but Y/n and I do shit like that all the time. I don’t see why you’re mad now.” Ethan continued the argument.  Sometimes I wish he would just give it up and move on.  But, he was always one to have the last word whether you liked it or not. Everything was a challenge to Ethan.

               “So, you’re going to tell me that you kiss in public regularly?  Bullshit.” Grayson raised his voice.

               “Holy crap you two!  Cool it!  Especially you, Grayson!  What’s your deal?” I finally snapped.  It wasn’t like us as a group to argue.  Gray and E may argue behind the scenes, but they never really did it in front of me. And, usually when they argue, it’s Ethan doing most of the talking and Grayson brushing off everything he says.

               “Whatever.” Grayson murmured.  “Let’s just go to lunch.” Ethan and I exchanged glances before following behind him.  We kept our distance the whole way.  Honestly, we kept our distance the rest of the day because his attitude never let up.

               Let me just say this… boys when they’re mad is worse than I have ever been while on my period.

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               Right when Grace and I entered her bedroom, I dropped my bag on the floor and launched my body onto her bed.  I crawled under her covers, folded the pillow under my head, and allowed myself to relax even though I didn’t need to.  Ethan gave Theo a ride home and I had no homework. My worries were no more and I just wanted to lounge around.

               “Get out of my bed!” Grace demanded.  I faked a snore, ignoring her.  “Honestly, you do this each time you come over.” I could hear her shuffling closer to me.  She shoved my shoulder repeatedly, but was not successful.  My snoring only grew louder.  “Get up!” she shouted.

               My body rolled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thud.  A groan escaped my lips but was over powered by the sound of Grace’s laughter.  I soon joined her, pushing myself up from the ground and into a crisscross position next to her bed.  

               “So, how have you been?” Grace asked, sitting on the floor with me.

               I smiled, unsure of why she was asking this question.  “What do you mean?  We see each other almost every day.” I let out a small chuckle.

               She shrugged, “We see each other at school, Y/n. We haven’t hung out outside of school in a couple weeks.  You always seem to be with Grayson!”

               She was right.  I had focused all my time on helping Grayson earn her attention that I had put our friendship on the back burner.  Grace and I had been inseparable for years and it wasn’t normal for us to spend this much time apart.  Guilt washed over my face when I noticed the unavoidable pain in her eyes.  We were really all each other had.  

               Grace and I were each other’s only friend growing up. People made fun of Grace because her family couldn’t afford new clothes, she wore oversized glasses, and her older sister was notorious for causing trouble around town.  I was the only one who wouldn’t desert her.  I was the only one to stay by her side.  Little did people know, Grace’s father would work his way up in a small business that would eventually boom and he would become a top CEO after taking the business over.

               Once all of that happened, Grace’s appearance totally changed, her sister’s anger had subsided, and their family had become stabilized.  Grace had always been beautiful, that beauty was just hidden beneath all her pain. But now she exuded confidence and each day she was radiant.  The boys ogled over her and the girls wanted to be her.  But the best thing about Grace was that she didn’t care about all of that.  She was focused on family, academics, and friends.  And lately, I hadn’t been a good friend.

               “I’m sorry, Grace.  Gray and I have just been working on something together.  I sort of let it consume my time and that wasn’t fair to you.  I promise it wasn’t intentional.” I explained.

               “It’s okay!  It’s okay!  I was just afraid that we were drifting apart and I don’t want that, Y/n.” she smiled, taking my hands in hers.  “Just don’t leave me behind like that ever again!  I mean I love Ethan and everything, but man can that boy talk. Also, he always wants to do the WEIRDEST things.  You and Gray left us in the dust!”

               My smile stretched from ear to ear, “I promise I won’t leave you in the dust ever again.” We locked pinkies, “And yeah E is an oddball, but that’s what makes him so lovable!”

               “Do you like him?” Grace wiggled her eyebrows as she unclasped our pinkies.  “I heard about your make-out session in the hall!  Why didn’t you tell me?” she gave me a look of disappointment mixed with mischief.

               I stuck my tongue out, “No.  No, no, no.  Ethan is my best friend!” Grace raised her eyebrows, “He’s my second-best friend,” I corrected, “He kissed me to get Corrin off his ass.  She’s like a leech; she just won’t let go.”

               “Sure…” she drug out her words, indicating that there was more to the situation.

               “I’m not lying!  Me and Ethan dating is a no go.” I clarified, waving me hands in the air. “A no go!” I reiterated.  

               “Okay, okay!  But, pull a stunt like that again and I really won’t believe you.” She warned, standing up.  I mimicked her actions, following her to her closet.  “Help me choose something to wear to my daddy’s business dinner tomorrow night.”

               I started to sift through her clothes hanging in her oversized walk-in closet.  I swear she has enough clothes to wear a different outfit each day for a year without repeating one.  I never complained though because she let me borrow whatever I wanted from her whether it was new or one of her favorite pieces.

               The talk of our friendship and how weird Ethan is had distracted me from something I had promised to do.  I had promised Grayson that I would talk to Grace about him. I was reluctant to because I had just talked to Grace about focusing more on our friendship, and here I was getting ready to bring up Grayson.  Whether I wanted to do it or not, I had to keep up my end of the deal.  This all better work out in the end.

               “What do you think about Grayson.” I blurted out, trying my best to act casual about it.

“Grayson?  What do you mean what do I think about him?” she said as she continued to pull dresses from the rack.  She held out a pink fitted dress with a lace pattern on it.  I shook my head no and she immediately returned it to its place.

“Well, you two always seem to be hitting it off.  Are you interested in him at all?” I pulled that out of my ass. Grayson was trying to make it so that they would ‘hit it off’ but he had yet to achieve that goal.

She snickered, “I’ve never really thought of Gray that way.  Are you sure you aren’t just asking me because I asked if you like Ethan?” she challenged me.

“No!  I really think you two would be good together!” I defended.  I wasn’t sure that I really believed what I had said. Did I really want them to be together?

She stopped what she was doing and gave me her full attention, “Grayson and I, huh?” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know.  Guess it never really came across my mind.  He is super sweet and really cute, but I feel like we are too good of friends to ever really be anything else.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” I sang.

“Just like you knocked Ethan?”

My eyes widened to the size of tennis balls, heat rising to the surface of my cheeks.  “I never should have told you about that.” I shook my head.

She roared with laughter, “Okay, but all jokes aside.  Do you really think Gray and I would be good together?” she genuinely seemed interested.  I wanted to scream ‘NO’ but I couldn’t.  I wouldn’t. To me, my friend’s feelings come before mine and if I were to say anything like that, I would potentially hurt Grace’s feelings and would truly hurt Grayson’s.

“Yeah.” I said using a light tone.

She smiled a childish grin, “Maybe…”


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“So, what did she say?” Grayson’s eager voice asked through the phone.  He had been texting me all evening waiting for me to respond about my conversation with Grace.  

“I’m not answering you until you apologize for your ridiculous outburst earlier today.” I told him, packing up my backpack for the next day as my phone rested between my jaw and shoulder.

He sighed through the line, “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry that you and Ethan chose to make-out in the hall like idiots.”

“WE DIDN’T MAKE-OUT!” I shouted nearly dropping my phone.

“You did!  It was disturbing!”

“Whatever.” I grunted.  “Either way you had no right to be mad about it.”

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Ethan just needs keep his distance from… never mind. How about we just talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” he cut our conversation short.  Well this went from 0 to 100 real quick.  I didn’t know asking for an apology would upset him this much.

“Sure…” I responded quietly.

“Okay.” He was almost in a whisper now.  “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” I matched his tone.  He hung up, leaving me confused yet again.

I sat on my bed, my phone still in my hand, eyebrows furrowed in thought.  I wanted to call him back and ask him what’s wrong.  But I didn’t. Instead, I called Ethan, and cried… not knowing what I was crying about.

And he listened to me.  He always listens.


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Fight Club (Jughead Jones x Reader)

Prompt: Jughead and reader have a huge fight, resulting in a break. Betty tries to make a move while they’re on break.

Warnings: none, that I can think of.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Words: 1529

AN: This one especially sucks. I have no excuse for that.


To be fair, this wasn’t the first time Jughead had been late to anything. But it was in fact, the first time that he had been late to what could be considered the most important meeting in your year and 3 months of dating.

You and Jughead have been having a rocky relationship the past month or so. With all his work on the Blue and Gold, he was swamped with writing stories and articles. You were proud of him, but you missed him. Even if he could just do his work with you, while you both sat in a booth at Pop’s. It’d be better than nothing.

So you took the initiative, you called and texted (half of those would go unanswered). When you did make plans to meet up, something would always come up. The most popular response was that he was working on cracking the Jason Blossom murder, and Betty had needed his help. The excuses got to even him saying that he was “too tired” to hang out.

If he did show up to hang out, it would be close to your curfew time, to which you had to leave before he arrived. When he would arrive (and the meeting place usually was Pop’s), the melted chocolate milkshake was sitting there, whipped cream dripping off the side. Pop would give him a pointed look, one of those ‘you screwed up’ looks, and Jughead would just sit in the empty booth, head in his hands, trying to call you, text you, have any form of communication with you. You’d just ignore it though, like the countless times he has, and cry in bed.

Now you wouldn’t let yourself cry, wouldn’t let yourself succumb to the tears threatening to spill down your smooth cheeks, which were hot with anger. You wouldn’t let yourself show him how this was making you feel.

“(Y/N),” you hear from behind you, and see Jughead. The tension in the air was hazardous, threatening almost. You break the stare that had formed, and he sat across from you. This time, there was no melted milkshake, nothing was there to separate the both of you.

“Jughead…” you began, “Have I possibly done something to upset you?”

He looks at you quizzically, before responding “Well, no. Why?”

“Then why,” you don’t respond to his question “have you been freezing me out? When was the last time we have seen each other, outside of classes?”

“Woah, you called me here so you could yell at me?” he asks defensively, and you snort.

“How else would I have seen you? How else would I have been able to talk to you about what I’m feeling?”

“You’re not talking, (Y/N). You’re dictating.” he says, and your eyes turn black, face turning almost purple in anger now.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” you ask, gaining the attention of some of the other patrons in the small diner. Jugheads eyes widen slightly, not expecting your outburst.

“There are other people-” he starts but you cut him off.

“I don’t give a shit about the other people, Jughead! I give a shit about you! About us! But obviously you don’t. I’m nothing but a bother to you anymore, so I feel like this, whatever is between us should be put on hold until you figure out what you want.”

He obviously wasn’t expecting you to say that, because his eyes went wide and you could see him swallow hard.

“(Y/N), you don’t mean that?” He asks hoarsely, and you cross your arms, keeping your face unreadable.

You nod once, “I do” you say, and grab your bag to stand up “Call me when you’ve figured out what you want.”

You storm out, earning the glances of the customers in the small diner, and begin your trek home in the brisk cold.


It’s been a few days since you last saw Jughead. Every time people see you at school they give you a look, noting that you and the boy you loved weren’t together.

You walked into your shared class period, a free period thankfully, with your headphones in your ears and your eyes deep in a book. You didn’t turn the music on, you’ve noticed that just popping the tiny speakers in will make people leave you alone. Unfortunately, that also means that you can hear everything going on. Including Betty’s flirtatious giggle.

You look up to see her practically leaning on Jughead, giving him her big doe eyes and biting her lip in what was supposed to be flirty. You saw it though, as a slight annoyance, and when you looked to Jughead’s face he saw it as the same.

He looked insanely uncomfortable, as did Veronica and Archie, sitting across from the two.

“Betty what are you doing?” You heard Veronica whisper to Betty, and Betty turned around.

“Since (Y/N) and Jughead broke up, I finally decided to act on the feelings I have for him.”

“Betty how do you know Jughead and (Y/N) broke up?”

“‘Well,” Betty starts “they haven’t been hanging out like they usually do, and they haven’t spoken in awhile.” She says, turning back to Jughead.

You watch her moves closely, noting every action she makes. Her hand inches closer to his, and once she intertwines hers with his is when you snap.

“You’re seriously going to make a move on my boyfriend when I’m right here?” You ask, making eye contact with Betty. She snaps her hand away and begins her apology. You don’t hear any of it though and look at Jughead.

“You didn’t even stop her. If you wanted to fully break up all you had to do was say so.” You croak out, tears welling up in your eyes. You promised yourself you’d NEVER cry in front of people, and you weren’t going to break that promise now. But you felt the wetness straining against your lashes, and you pack all of your things up and leave.

All the while, Jughead sat there like a deer in headlights, never moving.

Once you leave, Archie looks to Jughead.

“You guys were still together?” He asks, and then shakes his head “Whatever happened man, you need to go and get your girl.”

Jughead nodded at this, standing up and grabbing all of his stuff, blatantly ignoring Betty’s apologies and going after you.


You were already almost home by the time Jughead had caught up to you. You hadn’t even made it a block closer to your house when the tears spilled, making their way across your cheeks.

“(Y/N),” you hear a breathless voice behind you, when you spin around you see Jughead, his beanie almost falling off. You roll your eyes, turning back around and continuing on your trek towards the comfort of your bed.

“(Y/N), stop!” Jughead had never been much of an athletic person, and when he caught up to you you could hear how much he exerted, his face flushed the deepest red. He bent over, placing his hands on his knees, and took several deep breaths. You stand there, not saying  a word, watching him.

Once he regains his breath he stands up straight, and then looks at you.

“What the hell was that?” He asks, voice raised slightly. You go straight into defense mode.

“You’re joking right? What about you? Letting Betty throw herself at you. Is this like getting back at me or something?”

“I didn’t even know she was flirting with me until she held my hand, and I didn’t get a chance to say anything because you did it for me.” He says, and you frown.

“How could you NOT know that she was flirting? You spend all your time with her, it has to be obvious!” You shout, your normally small and timid voice echoing through the neighborhood.

“I didn’t realize because all I think about is you!” Jughead yells “From the moment I wake up, until the moment I go to sleep, even in my dreams, the only thing I can think about is you. I am numb without you, without your touch. I miss feeling you next to me, miss the smell of your hair and the way you laugh at the stupidest things. I know I don’t always say this stuff, it’s hard for me to let my emotions out, but with you, I can’t control how I feel. I love you so much (Y/N). More than you’d ever know.”

By this point you were crying. How could you not be? This was the first time Jughead had expressly told you how he felt, and you were on Cloud 9.

“Jughead-” you started to say, in between your sniffles. But he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, feverishly. It had been a while since you two shared a passionate kiss like this, and it still made your heart race, a whole year later.

“I don’t want to talk. I want to go cuddle and relax with my girlfriend… if you’ll still be my girlfriend.” he says sheepishly, and you smile, playfully smacking his arm.

“Of course, doof.”

Writing A Musical - Step Three

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

TW: Cursing

Tag List: @starrynerd, @thehamiltonpost, @panacebean, @whiskey-eyed-stilinski, @keikoraventeller, @ihamilhatemyself, @lovebug1313, @superwholockbooknerd526, @moldychxrry , @deltablue202, @sonicscrewdriverandtulips 

Originally posted by ham4fan-fiction

Step Three: Solidify the Character Relationships

“Lin, how many times do I have to tell you to not come to my job unannounced?” You chuckled as he sheepishly stepped through the door frame.

“It’s important this time!”

“That’s what you said last week.”

It’d been a few months since you and Lin started collaborating for this musical. You’d met some of his other theatre friends, Tommy, Alex, and a few others. They all seemed excited, including Lin, but you could definitely tell Lin was being worn out.

He rarely slept, sometimes calling you at three in the morning to clarify a historical point. He was always writing and composing, and when he wasn’t, he was kicking himself for not doing so. You weren’t sure if he ate regularly. And, although you weren’t sure if it was intended, his hair was getting a bit long.

“Lin, when was the last time you ate?”

“This morning.”

“Oh.” You said. “That’s actually-”

“I think it was one.”

“Its two o'clock in the afternoon.”

“I will eat, Y/N, I swear. But I have a question.” He sat backwards in a student’s chair, leaning towards you intently. You crossed your arms as you saw his leg bouncing up at down. You could tell it must be important to the plot. He wouldn’t be so jumpy otherwise.

“I’ll only answer it if we go to the diner this evening so you can eat and take a break.”

“I don’t take breaks, Y/N. That’s like my signature thing-”

“Do you want an answer?”

He sighed and, knowing that you were just as stubborn as he was, nodded in agreement. “Okay fine.”

“You know I only pester you because I care more about your health than this project.” You stated, retrieving another pile of papers to grade. You plopped them on your desk and sighed as Lin nodded. “I know.” He answered. “I just, I can feel Hamilton breathing down my neck. He wants his story told, ya know?”

“And you can’t get it done if you can’t think straight.” You told him.

He nodded towards the stack of papers, “Need help?”

You looked at him, surprised. “What? With grading?”

“No, Sherlock, with washing your car.” He replied sarcastically. You scoffed, a laugh following after, and you handed him a paper. You knew that Lin couldn’t tell Mesopotamian Era from the Industrial Revolution as you spoke while he looked over the paper, “Okay, Mr. Sassy, grade it then.”

After a few minutes of him making faces and muttering (How do you even say that? That can’t be a word.), he gave up. “Look, I just know about the American Revolution. You’re asking too much.”

“I didn’t ask!” You laughed.

“Can I ask my question now?”

“I’m gonna repeat that I didn’t ask anything, but go ahead.”

“So, there’s this letter that Alexander wrote to Angelica.” He explained. “The comma letter I told you about?”

You recalled him texting you, ranting about this comma that Alexander ‘misplaced’. The English teacher in him just poured out of him at four in the morning. “I remember the sleep I lost over it.”

“But the comma, Y/N!”

“Honestly, if Alexander really felt that way, he would’ve just told her.” You shrugged. “You’ve read his letters to Eliza. To Laurens! His letters to Laurens are literally censored.”

“True, but I really wanna include the comma letter. This is a family show. I can’t exactly include Hamilton’s and Laurens’s R-rated content.” He chuckled. “Do you think it’ll work?”

“Well you do have Satisfied, so it makes sense.”

A few of your students started file in signaling the start of the next class. The girls stood near the door giggling and whispering, most likely about Lin. He looked back at them, making them giggle once more before scattering to their seats. As he noticed more kids starting to fill the room, he stood up. “Well, I guess I should let you start teaching, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Don’t call me that.” You chuckled.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Four-thirty.” You demanded. “And if I see you with your satchel, I’m gonna throw it in a river.”

“Okay, okay, geez.” He laughed and said goodbye once more before leaving you to your class.

“So,” one of your students, EJ, started, “Is that the ‘hot date’ from a couple months ago?”

“He’s hot.” You heard one of the girl whisper.

“We are not dating.” You announced to the class. “Not that it’s any of your business. I’m helping him with a project.”

“Yeah, sure.” EJ said sarcastically.

You looked at him and chuckled, “Speaking of projects, let’s talk about yours.”

The class immediately erupted in groans, blaming EJ for the new assignment. The day went on slowly, but your students were coming in, asking about Lin. You wondered how they found out so quickly when one girl, Becca, told you, “Oh, there’s a group chat for everything, Ms. Y/L/N.”

After teaching your last lesson of the day, you were grading papers when a familiar face peeked into the classroom. “Knock knock.”

“Haley, oh my god!”

Haley was one of your old students. She did terribly in your class, but you got along with each other like sisters. You didn’t know what it was about her childish and comedic behavior, but after she graduated, you both kept in touch. She had just graduated from UCLA and was coming back to visit you.

“I thought you were in California.” You said as she pulled you into a hug.

“I flew back early for an interview.” She told you.

“An interview? You’re getting a real person job?”

“Funny.” She chuckled sarcastically. She sat on your desk and grinned at you, “I actually just got out of my interview, and I got the job.”

“That’s great! Where are you working?”

“Here.”

You let a little squeal and hugged her again. You were happy that she’d been successful in her academic career. When she left high school, she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Now, she was going to start working straight out of college next fall.

“I’ve got some mandatory training classes to go through, but I will be the new AP Calculus in the fall.”

“I’m so proud of you, loser.” You grinned, ruffling her hair.

You lost track of time as you made her tell you every detail about her college life, relationships, and graduation. Soon, she was walking around the classroom, desperate to change the subject. “Enough about me, what’s up with you?” She asked.

“Same old, same old. Nothing’s changed.”

“Really,” She smirked, “Who’s this Lin everyone is talking about?”

You let out a groan as you leaned back in your chair. “Why does everybody think it’s a thing?”

Is it a thing?”

“It’s definitely not a thing.” You deadpanned. “I thought it would be a few months ago, but it’s not, and I’m over it.”

“Well,” Haley shrugged innocently, “Why can’t it be a thing?”

“He’s not looking for a thing. I’m helping him write a musical, and that’s that.” You explained.

She snorted as she tried to hold back a laugh, “You’re helping him write a musical?”

“About Alexander Hamilton.”

“And ya lost me.”

Suddenly, you remembered. Your head snapped to the clock, seeing that you were a half hour late. “Shit.” You stood up hastily. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Haley tried to slow you down as you started gathering your things. “Woah, are you okay?”

“I was supposed to be at the diner a half hour ago. And I have to stop at home to change, oh my god. I have to call Lin.” You said, pulling out your phone. You stood, tapping your foot as the phone rung. You huffed as it went to voicemail and didn’t bother leaving a message. You turned to Haley, “I will tell you everything later, but I really have to go.”

Before you could get out the door, she reached for your wrist. “Hey.” She said. She hesitated before speaking again. “You know you deserve to be happy, right?”

You were confused as to why she wanted to ask you such a meaningful question at that very moment, but you were in a rush. So you told her what she wanted to hear. “Yeah.” You nodded. “Of course.”

After your goodbyes, you raced home to change into something more relaxing. You knew Lin was never going to stop working, no matter how much you wanted him to take a break. So if he was going to work, you were, too. As soon as you slid off your pants, your phone started ringing. You knew Lin was probably wondering where you were, so you answered. “I’ll be there soon, Lin. I got held up.”

“Who’s Lin?”

You froze, one leg inside your joggers, “Dad?”

You were worried. Your father only called you to tell you bad news or to invite you to some stupid family affair. However, you always assumed the worst. “Is Brandon okay?”

“Your brother is fine. Just got into medical school, actually.” He responded proudly.

“That’s great.” You said, a small smile on your face. Your brother actually wanted to be a doctor, so you were happy for him. “Is it Mom?”

“We are all fine, Y/N.” Your dad stressed. “Are you going to answer my question?”

You put your phone on speaker before tossing it to the bed, “What question?”

He scoffed and started going on about how you never listen, which gave you plenty of time to get dressed. You let him drone on as you finished up, sliding a pair of shoes on your feet. “Dad,” You finally said, “Your question?”

“Who is Lin?”

“Oh, just this guy I’m supposed to be meeting at a diner. We’re-”

“So you’ve got a boyfriend now?”

You almost choked as you picked the phone back up. You never talked to your parents about your dating life, and they never bothered to ask. It was a silent, mutually unspoken topic. Your father wouldn’t mention it unless it had something to do with whatever he wanted. “Dad, he’s no-”

“That’s perfect, actually. You coming alone to all these family affairs was starting to get around.”

“So is this about a party?” You asked, attempting to change the subject.

“It’s not a party, dear, it’s a gala.” He corrected. You scoffed under your breath as he continued, “Your mother is hosting a gala for your old high school and it would be wonderful to have recent alumni there.”

“Then have Brandon go.”

“Brandon is starting medical school.” You could practically hear his condescending eye roll. “It has to be you. Oh, bring your boyfriend.”

“Dad, he’s-”

“It’s in two weeks. I’ll send you the details. And please, dear, make him wear a tux. Don’t make us a laughing stock.”

With that, your father hung up, leaving you to groan at nothing. He always did this; called you at the most inconvenient time to make you come to an event you cared nothing about and spend the night listening to them complain about your chosen profession. But this time, it was worse.

They were expecting you to bring someone.

You saw this happen all the time on TV, but you never it actually happened to real people. Yet, here you were, shuffling into the diner where Lin was already waiting (and working), trying to figure how to ask him to go with you to this godforsaken gala.

“You’re supposed to be taking a break.” You told him.

“That is something I’m physically incapable of.”

You gave a light chuckle and sat across from him as he started scribbling again. “What took so long? I was starting to think you stood me up.”

“I am so sorry about that.” You started. “A friend came to visit me at the school and I lost track of time. Then, I had to run home to change and my dad called-”

“Wait.” He stopped you. “Your dad called? Is everything okay?”

“Mostly.” You hesitated. You weren’t ready to ask him yet. You had no plan and you could not go into this blind. “Why do you ask?”

“He never calls unless something is wrong, right?”

“Or if he wants me to make an appearance at some family thing. You actually remembered that.” You said, a smile beginning to form on your lips.

“I can work and listen at the same time.” He grinned, pushing a stray hair from his face. “What thing does he want you to come to?”

You unconsciously began tapping your fingertips on the table, “My mom is donating money to my high school or something. Wants me to be there.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

You let out a nervous laugh before biting your lip, “You say that now.” You shook your head, hating that you couldn’t find a way to essentially ask him on a date. You didn’t want to give any wrong ideas. You didn’t expect anything from him. It was just one night that you needed to have him by your side, for support. “So,” You changed the subject, “What are you working on?”

“Uh,” Lin’s brow furrowed as you stared intently at his papers, avoiding looking him in the eye. “Just the Washington-Hamilton dynamic. ‘M thinking I want them to be more like father and son than general and soldier.”

“That’s good.” You commented.

“Yeah, that way,” He spoke slowly, glancing from your still tapping fingertips to your bottom lip that you had yet to stop biting, “When Washington pulls the General card, it has more effect.”

“That’s really great.” You said, almost passively. “That really emphasizes both-”

“What’s up with you?”

Your eyes finally met his. You were surprised to find you had his full attention, his pencils and paper long forgotten. You’d thought he was immersed in his work, giving you time to plan. “You’ve been tapping a hole into table and I’m pretty sure if you keep gnawing on your bottom lip like that, soon you’re only gonna have a top one.”

You didn’t realize Lin paid that much attention to your habits. It was nice to know he cared, even just a little.

“I’m fine.”

“Bull.”

“Lin.” You groaned, your fingers at your temples. “Okay. I have to ask you something. And I’m nervous about it.”

“Don’t be.” He shrugged.

“Easier said than done.” You said, clasping your hands together. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes when the words just came flying from your lips. “Long story short, my dad thinks you’re my boyfriend and he wants you to come to the event with me.”

Lin looked taken aback. It seemed he was oblivious to the looks he received and the whispered comments about the two of you when you were together. Just about everyone, even people who didn’t know you, thought you were dating.

Lin might’ve considered the possibility of it months ago, but with a new musical in progress, he didn’t want to put you through the despair of being with a writer that was actually writing. He planned to ask you on a date after this whole writing a musical thing blew over, but you seemed less interested as time went on. So he graciously accepted your friendship. Something was better than nothing, after all.

“Suit or tux?”

“What?” You asked, leaning back in surprise. “Lin, you don’t have to.”

“I want to. I’m here for you. Even if it means going to this super sophisticated party.” He told you sincerely with a small smile on his face.

“It’s called gala, actually.” You correctly playfully as he chuckled. “And thank you.”

Step Three: Complete.

Strange Love (Part #4)

Thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoy this part! Previous parts are here x

Harry barely acknowledged your admission. He remained in the same crouched position he was in before you admitted your fear, something you never thought would leave your lips, despite always being on your mind.

Your eyes cast to the ground as you saw the muscles in Harry’s jaw tighten. His gaze was cast down and his eyelashes nearly kissed the tops of his cheekbones. Wordlessly, he dipped his hand in the blue paint. With carefree movements he ran his hand along the canvas.

“Try it Y/N,” he said softly. The tenderness in his voice was the only proof he had heard you.

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Jealously; Mark.

Request: “Mark getting jealous because a lot of idols have a crush and likes his gf??? Thanks!!!” & “Scenario where mork lee gets jealous bec his gf have a lot of idol admirers/idols who like her??? Thanksss ^^”

Genre: Angst & Fluff.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Anon never asked for a scenario, I know, but judging for the request it would be really boring if it was as a masterpost, believe me, that’s why I decided to do it as a scenario.

ALSO, I have a bunch of things to do for school lately, actually, I didn’t even thought that I was going to be capable to write this today bc of all the shit that I have to do so, I’m sorry if I post a bit less lately or if I don’t post nothing at all but school comes first, right? So, I’m sorry. But my winter holidays start the 14th of july and I promsie to be completly yours that day, hehe.


“My ideal type? Honestly, I’m not sure but.. Y/N? I have been thinking about her a lot lately and, I feel like Y/N is exactly what I want in a girl.”

There was a few seconds of silence before you and Mark started to laugh after hearing those words. And not only you but also Johnny and Jaehyun in the other side of the screen did as they were interviewing the idol that just choosed you as his ideal type in their radio. They even decided to a couple more questions about you to the idol before changing the topics, still giving each other glarances and still laughing at this huge coincidence.

“I can’t believe it’s happening again!” Mark said still laughing at the whole situation.

“I guess you’re lucky to have what everyone wants, uhm?”

“I am, and I wish everyone could know that you’re only mine, Y/N.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise after hearing his words and smiled widely.

“Woah, Mark, I didn’t know that you were the jealous type.” He showed a small smile and hided his face with his hands. You kept smiling as you walked closer to him, sitting in his lap as you kept teasing him. “Good to know.”

“Shut up.” You would giggle a little after hearing his words and place your hands over his, slowly taking them out of his face.

“You know that there’s no reason to be jealous, right?” You kissed his soft hands before placing them around your figure surprising him at first but quickly reacting and holding you close. “You’re the only one who I really care about after all.”

You cuddle closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder and enjoying the way his hands would dedicately move in your back and legs. He kissed your forehead sweetly as he repeatead your words again and again inside his head, trying to calm himself.

It was the second time in the week that other idol choosed you as your ideal type, and it’s not something that haven’t happend before. There was a long list filled with different names that Mark, probably, even memorize, and, even if both of you would joke a lot about it a lot, clearly Mark was losing more and more confidence everytime. That shy smile that he always showed whenever other idol named you wasn’t the real one that express happiness and joy, but a fake one that only maked his jealousy even more obvious, and you could easily tell that.

“I know but… it still bothers me.” He said at the same time as he sighed. His voice changed completely, it wasn’t the playful tone that you loved so much but a softer and sweeter one mixed with insecurity. He started to play with your hair to control the sudden anxiety that he was feeling.

“Well.. there’s only one way to stop all of this, right?”

“No, there’s not.” He said, but a second later he understood what you meant and his eyes shined as he gasped loudly. He looked at you with an adorable surprised expression that made you giggle again at his cuteness. “Wait, y-you’re not trying to say that-”

“I am!” You said, making your happiness obvious.

You and Mark talked about making your relationship publicly before but you were too scared to agree in that time. You know perfectly how mean and protective some of the fans can be and you were extremely worried not only about your career but also about Mark’s future and even NCT’s. It was a big step for both of you and even if you were still afraid of such important decision, you would do everything on your power to make Mark feel confident again.

“Y/N, you know that it’s not necessary to do this, right?”

“I know, but.. I think is time now. Also, I already talked with my manager about it and he thinks is a great idea and feels really happy for us.” 

Your words made him feel more relaxed and suddenly all his jealously dissapeared. He was too happy now to even care about all those idols said about you. In no time they would know that the place where you belong is right by his side, and that both of you would be like this for a long time.

“Thanks for this, Y/N.” He could only said, looking at you with nothing but pure love and happiness in his eyes. “I’ll make sure to keep you safe, okay? There’s nothing to worry about. I love you”

“I love you too, Mark.” You pecked his lips sweetly before hugging him and keep watching the rest of the interview.

John’s Daughter

Word Count: 857

Request: Hiii!! Can you do a imagine on y/n being like John Mayer’s daughter or something and Shawn seeing her when he was younger, like when his first album came out and then seeing her now and being like “woah”? I’ve literally had this concept in my mind for like two weeks now! Thankssss ❤️

A/N: Idk that much about John Mayer so I didn’t really say that much about him. Also, this is kinda shit so sry fam


The busy hums of the crowd surrounding the red carpet buzzed in your ears. Quick flashes blinded your vision making you tilt your head down, your hair covering the side of your face so the flashes would be out of sight. Your eyes flickered up every few seconds to make sure your dad was still right in front of you, leading you through crowds of paparazzi and reporters.

You had accompanied your dad to an award show, which ended up being more hassle than expected. This was your first time coming with him, so you weren’t used to questions constantly pushed at you and your name being called from several different directions. To your dad, however, this was nothing. He was used to being in the spotlight. He was John Mayer after all. He just tended to keep you out of it for your own protection.

“(Y/N)! Through here,” your dad shouted over the chaos while pointing through an opening between two groups of people. You went through the opening, continuing to duck your head, with your dad following right behind. Once you passed the crowds, the area got much quieter. There were a handful of people, most you recognized from movies or their face plastered on albums, scattered around. 

“You alright?” you dad asked, grabbing your face in his hands, as if inspecting you. Your face grew red from embarrassment of your dad acting like you were a small child.

“Oh my god, I’m fine dad. Stop! You’re ruining my make up,” you whined as he took his hands off your face, laughing. 

“I’m just making sure my baby doesn’t get hurt,” He laughed, gently ruffling your hair to which you scowled. 

“John!” You heard a voice from behind you shout. You turned around, immediately recognizing the face as Shawn Mendes. 

Shawn was smiling widely as he ran up to your dad and gave him a handshake. Shawn quickly turned around to face you and his eyes grew wide. His eyes raked up and down your body which wore a tight red dress. His eyes landed back on yours, your cheeks growing red from him obviously checking you out.

“(Y/N)?” He asked as you nodded your head.

You and Shawn had met a couple years ago, but never really noticed each other. You were both still young, dorky teenagers who didn’t really know how to interact with the other gender. You always thought he was quite cute, but never had the guts to say anything to him. Now, he looked more attractive than ever. He sported a black suit that outlined his muscles perfectly and his hair was slightly gelled. 

“You… uh… you look really good,” He stuttered. Your dad raised his eyebrows at the two of you, making you give him a silent don’t say anything look.

“I’ll just be over there. (Y/N), come find me before the show starts. You kids have fun,” your dad awkwardly stated, walking away from you and Shawn. 

 "Your hair got longer,” Shawn pointed out, trying to make some sort of conversation. He scratched the back of his neck nervously as you chuckled. 

“It did. So did yours,” You said as your eyes locked on his messy curls. 

You two sat in awkward silence for a few seconds, clearly not knowing what to say to each other. In the corner of your eye you saw your dad staring right at the two of you. Shawn looked in the direction you were staring, eyes going wide when he noticed your dad giving a harsh stare before looking away.

“This must be really weird. I’ll see you, right?” Shawn mumbled, beginning to walk away. You grabbed his arm pulling him back to you, not wanting him to leave you.

“Don’t let my dad freak you out. He just thinks he’s doing his job. Besides, he really likes you,” you said, trying to comfort Shawn. Shawn’s face lit up as you finished your sentence.

“He does? That’s cool. He’s like my favorite artist,” Shawn said excitedly. You two stood making small talk for what only seemed like a few minutes, but before you knew it, someone over a speaker was calling for every one to go to their seats. 

“This has been fun. It was nice seeing you. Hopefully I’ll see you around?” you asked, truly wanting to see him again.

“Yeah of course. Actually, you said your dad liked me?” Shawn asked. You nodded your head, not sure where this was going. 

“Would he still like me if I asked you on a date?” Shawn’s hand returned to his neck as he asked the question. A smile broke out on your face as you nodded excitedly.

“I’m positive he would,” You responded. You leaned in and gave Shawn a hug and placed a kiss on his burning cheek. When you pulled away, you noticed his cheek was a deep red, almost blending in with the smudge of red lipstick left. 

“I’ll call you,” He said through a smile as he walked away, leaving your whole body jittery from excitement, not even worrying about what your dad would say.

Jealous (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

a/n; second post yay!! i hope this is a little better? idk i’m trying. also a little bit of bmc crossover because i couldn’t think of another character whoopsies

wc; 956

warnings; swearing and very brief mention of smut towards the end?? so like pg-13.

Jared Kleinman was never one to reveal his true emotions when it came to affection, something that annoyed the hell out of you. He would always “brag” about the (obviously made up) chicks he’s gotten around the friend group, but he never talked about crushes or true feelings.

“So Y/n, what’s with you and Rich Goranski? I saw you leave with him yesterday,” Connor smirked at you.

“LALALALALALALAAA!!!” Jared dropped his sandwich and plugged his ears, shutting his eyes tight.

You shot a puzzled look at Connor, then at Jared.

“What’s the matter with you Jared?” You let out a tiny giggle and shook your head. He unplugged his ears and opened his eyes, slowly looking up at you.

“What’s the matter? I don’t want to hear girl gossip about how you hooked up with someone,” he forced a laugh and rolled his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head slightly, since that’s literally all he does.

“Jared.. you talk about hooking up with girls all the time!” You shot at him. He looked at you and groaned.

“Well that’s different.”

“Different? How the hell is that different?”

“Because I’m a guy! I don’t go around sleeping with popular people! God Y/n!” He got up from the lunch table and stormed out of the lunch room.

“What the hell is his problem? I didn’t even sleep with Rich!” You groaned and put your head down on the table, then sat back up when you heard Connor talk.

“Wait, you didn’t?”

“No. He really owns up to his name, you know, dick,” you stated, making Connor let out a small giggle.

You asked Evan if he knew what was wrong with Jared, and he had no idea. You let it slide, telling your peers that he was probably just on his man period or something.

___

School ended and you angrily drove home. Jared ignored you for the rest of the day, which sucked because he was your best friend. You replayed the lunch scenario over in your head, thinking of what you could have said differently to change the situation.

Things happen for a reason, Y/n.

When you got home you threw your bag on floor of your bedroom, ignoring the giant pile of homework you had to do. You plopped down on your bed and shut your eyes, hoping the day would get better.

You were slowly dozing off when you heard three loud knocks pounding on the door, making your heart stop for a second. You got up and ran to the door, when you opened it there was a very regretful looking Jared leaning against the door frame.

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have blown up on you. It’s just-”

“Jared breathe! Come in.” You interrupted him. You wrapped the obviously saddened boy in your arms and shut the door with your foot. You turned to him and grabbed his hand, to your surprise he didn’t pull away. “Now, what’s bothering you?”

He was a stuttering mess, trying to put letters into words, and words into sentences. It all seemed to be a struggle to him, but you let him take his time. “I-It.. it’s just. I really hate hearing about another guy banging you.”

Your mouth practically dropped to the floor, and you let out an inhuman squeal.

“Wait… are you… jealous?!” He immediately pulled his hand away from yours and he turned away, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He turned back to you and shook his head.

“Holy fucking shit Y/n! I’m nowhere near jealous, you wish I were jealous!!” He almost spat in your face with how much fake enthusiasm was being put into his words.

You had an idea, you softly smirked to yourself before beginning to speak again.

“Okay.. so you’re trying to tell me that the thought of my sweaty body grinding against his, riding him like a fucking Harley-”

“LALAALALALA!!!”

He unplugged his ears and groaned. “Okay fine! Maybe I was a little bit jealous!”

“Jealous of Rich or jealous of me?” You raised an eyebrow, trying to make a joke - which really wasn’t the time.

He groaned before spilling himself like a knocked over glass. “Jealous of Rich!! Jealous of him having you all over him. Jealous of how you probably fucked him and not me. Jealous of how you will never be mine. So to answer your question, yes! I’m jealous! I’m fucking pissed that you’re his and not mine.” Sweat drops formed under his hairline and a vein popped out of his neck.

To fill the silence you leaned in and passionately kissed him, softly grinding against him and moaning. You pulled away and smirked at him while he stared at you in shock.

“Woah what the hell was that? Shouldn’t you be doing that to Rich?” He mocked. You explained how you didn’t hook up with Rich and how you intended to go out with him and a few friends, but then he made a move on you and you didn’t want that and he got pissed so you left.

“Sooo, you aren’t with Rich?” You shook your head.

“Please be with me Y/n, I swear I’ll make you happy. Happier than that asshole could ever make you. Just please give me a chance, that’s all I ask.”

You nodded and softly kissed him. “It’s always been you, Jer. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

He smiled at you and wrapped you in for a hug. He never told you, but he was grateful for Rich. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t have ended up in the best relationship he could ever ask for. Even if he didn’t show it, he loved you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

Ammo

It’s the distressed, urgent yelping of a dog that has you running in your heels. 

A late night at the office lead you to walking the dark city streets to your apartment.  When you heard the dog, you immediately started running to find it. Animal lover is high on your list of personality traits.

You slow down when you know you’re close. You hear the sound of slapping, each one followed by the dog’s yelps. 

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