wow this is late i do what i want

Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

  1. “That’s how the story goes.”
  2. “None of this is your fault.”
  3. “I know it hurts.”
  4. “Are you serious?”
  5. “You’re safe now.”
  6. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
  7. “I don’t understand.”
  8. “This isn’t what I wanted.”
  9. “My head hurts.”
  10. “I’m right here, okay?”
  11. “Wow, you look… amazing.”
  12. “Are you okay?”
  13. “Who did this?”
  14. “I made a mistake.”
  15. “When I’m with you, I’m home.”
  16. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  17. “This is going to hurt.”
  18. “That was kind of hot.”
  19. “Please don’t let me be alone.”
  20. “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”
  21. “It’s never too late to get back up again.”
  22. “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”
  23. “I immediately regret this decision.”
  24. “I’m not okay.”
  25. “I’m scared.”
  26. “You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”
  27. “Please stay with me.”
  28. “Please help me.”
  29. “It’s okay to cry.”
  30. “Is that blood?”
  31. “Can I kiss you?”
  32. “You’re everything to me.”
  33. “I’d like to see you try.”
  34. “Are you testing me?”
  35. “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”
  36. “I’m lost without you.”
  37. “You have my word.”
  38. “I’m just tired.”
  39. “It just… hurts.”
  40. “Do you promise?”
  41. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”
  42. “Why are you shaking?”
  43. “I never meant to hurt you.”
  44. “Is that my shirt?”
  45. “Please don’t shut me out.”
  46. “Go back to sleep.”
  47. “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  48. “This is new.”
  49. “Take off your shirt.”
  50. “Be you. No one else can.”
  51. “I can’t breathe.”
  52. “Are you going to talk to me?”
  53. “I’m sorry.”
  54. “They’re gone.”
  55. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”
  56. “Would you just hold still?”
  57. “I miss the way things used to be.”
  58. “Am I dead?”
  59. “Look at me.”
  60. “Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”
  61. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
  62. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”
  63. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”
  64. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”
  65. “When you smile, I fall apart.”
  66. “If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”
  67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
  68. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
  69. “I just really miss talking to you.”
  70. “I can’t do this on my own.”
  71. “I’ve got you.”
  72. “We’ll figure this out.”
  73. “Please don’t say goodbye.”
  74. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
  75. “You make me feel alive.”
  76. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
  77. “There is nothing wrong with you.”
  78. “I’m just looking out for you.”
  79. “Be careful.”
  80. “You owe me.”
  81. “Come with me.”
  82. “I trust you.”
  83. “I didn’t want you to see this.”
  84. “I’ve been praying for you.”
  85. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”
  86. “I’ll walk you home.”
  87. “Let me help.”
  88. “Come here.”
  89. “You’re holding back.”
  90. “Remember when we were little?”
  91. “We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”
  92. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
  93. “This isn’t who I am.”
  94. “I’m willing to wait for it.”
  95. “Are you ready for this?”
  96. “You can do this.”
  97. “Your life was my life’s best part.”
  98. “You were always gold to me.”
  99. “Don’t look at me like that.”
  100. “I’m fine with where I am now.”
  101. “We all want to be somebody.”
  102. “Promise me you’ll come back.”
  103. “I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”
  104. “I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”
  105. “I believe in you.”
Neil discovers emojis
  • In the fox's group chat
  • Neil: I want some 🍆 and 🍑
  • Matt: I'm down.
  • Dan: Same.
  • Allison: Count me in
  • Renee: Guys, please
  • Aaron: Andrew just walked out of the room
  • Aaron: Guys run
  • Matt: Too late
  • Neil: I just want some food
  • Nicky: What kind of food??? 😏😏
  • Neil: Italian, maybe. I do want some peaches.
  • Neil: We could get some take out from that fast food place down the street though
  • Kevin: No.
  • Neil: Is 🍆 not a food?
  • Nicky: You innocent child
  • Neil: What?
  • Matt: Andrew just left the room
  • Matt: I think you broke him
  • Neil: Why? What's going on?
  • Aaron: He just went into their room
  • Aaron: He locked the door
  • Aaron: I'm leaving
  • Neil: Go eat without us
Just Right

(Bucky x Reader)
Thank you anonymous requester!


Reader has been secretly drawing Bucky for a long time, but can never seem to get his eyes just right. In frustration, one day she storms over to him and demands that he sit still so she can finally get his eyes right.

Warnings: Nada

As an artist, you loved observing the diverse people who passed through, and lived in the Avengers tower. Ever since you joined the team about 3 months ago, you have had a keen interest in your team members eyes. They all held so much, and although you were able to read their thoughts, you felt you could learn so much more from simply looking into their eyes.

“Why can’t I just get them right?” You groaned to yourself as you rubbed your eraser aggressively against the paper of your sketch book.

You’re a talented artist, this shouldn’t have been difficult, but you could not draw Bucky’s eyes for the life of you. You tried day after day, but were unable to get them perfect, making you ever so frustrated. You scanned the room to see if he was nearby, but you couldn’t hear his thoughts. You hopped up off the couch and made your way to the place where Bucky could almost always be found, the gym. You opened the glass doors and he immediately caught your eye. You watched as he performed multiple different exercises, but couldn’t get a good view of those piercing blue eyes. You had had enough, you were going to get this right.

“Hey Bucky”

“Hey-” Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him.

“Could you please sit still, for just like one minute, please.” You demanded.

“Uh, yeah forsure.” He sat up and grabbed his water bottle, enjoying his break.

All your teammates loved it when you drew them, it made them feel special.

“Thank you, y’know I just can’t get your eyes right and it drives me crazy. I hope this isn’t weird, I just-” You babbled, scribbling down on your paper.

“No, I love it.” He chuckled showing that beautiful smile you had drawn so many times before.

“Okay I think I finally got them!” You exclaimed in pure joy.

“Well let me see.” He inquired impatiently with his arms outstretched.

You passed him your sketch book and watched his eyes light up as he flipped through the pages.

“Wow Y/n, this is amazing!”

“You really think so?” He asked shyly.

“Absolutely! The amount of detail. Just fantastic.” He seemed to be in awe.

You were so pleased with yourself, until you remembered that you had whole page of drawings of you and Bucky together. You had a little crush on him ever since you joined the team, and you really expressed it through your drawings.

“Hey could I have that back I just remembered i have to prep for a mission?” You questioned frantically, if he ever saw those drawings you’d hate yourself.

“Oh my… Wow!” He stumbled on his words, you knew it was too late.

You remained silent as he examined the sketches intently. He ran his fingers over the lines you had drawn and a smile emerged on his face. You tried not to listen to his thoughts, but you couldn’t help but hear his happiness, not disgust to your surprise.

“I know you know what I’m thinking already, but I’m going to say it anyway. I am so relieved you have feelings for me, because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Before you had the chance to react, his lips were against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled away slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“That wasn’t too much was it?” He questioned nervously.

“Absolutely not.”

You could tell this was going to be the start of something good.

tbh i kind of want a plot based around two celebs whose characters are a ship in the show they’re on and the’ve always been really close friends, always goofing off behind the scenes and having a grand old time, and are crazy comfortable aroud each other but then the time comes where they have to do a sex scene and it’s like a revelation of “wow they’re really good looking… their hands feel so nice on my skin like this…their lips are so warm and soft… they’re good at kissing….i wonder what this would be like if it were real” and it gets really awkward/cute and they always get flustered around each other because they can’t stop thinking about it and PLEASE

the foxes try to bond with Kevin by spouting random history facts at him

- Aaron watches lots of documentaries for the sole purpose of distracting Kevin with them because he swears to God if he has to go over exy stats one more time he’s going to snap someone’s racquet (he’s gonna snap Kevin’s racquet)
- Nicky learns just enough to throw general stories Kevin’s way but he makes sure to mess with some of the details because he thinks it’s funny when Kevin goes off on his rants,
- “no, NO, Nicky, no, it’s like this-”
- “sure, Kev, I mean /I/ believe you, but the internet says-”
- Dan and Matt are pretty genuine for the most part, they’ll ask him stuff like “so is there any truth to the King Arthur tales?” but after 3 hours it gets to be a bit much and they’re going to be late for their dinner plans and “yeah ok, wow that’s so interesting, Kevin, oh cool, yeah hey we’re gonna be late. Oh, yeah? Wow I didn’t know that and now I do,, okay bye,,,,,”
- Neil and Allison will tell him a thing and then shut him down before he can comment on it
- “no Kevin, I don’t want to hear about the entire history of France now, i don’t actually care, I just thought that one thing was cool”
- Renee,, the sweetheart she is,,, will actually sit there and listen for hours on end,, she’ll ask him questions to keep him going,, bless her soul,, people ask her why she does it and she just tells them “you can see the way his eyes light up when he’s talking, it’s nice”
- and oh, Andrew. Andrew pulls stories out of his ass that sound just real enough that Kevin is like “no that’s… fake” but there’s the Doubt™. Kevin is seen awake at 3am later that night with an entire pot of coffee and his laptop open to 12 different tabs.

William Nylander #1

Player: William Nylander (Toronto Maple Leafs)

A/n: Okay I couldn’t come up with a title. So until I do you have to live with this instead. Thank you so much for all the encouraging messages I’ve gotten in the last week. You have no idea how much this means to me. It’s been a while since my last multi-chapter fic, so bear with me while I try my best.

Word Count: 1459

Originally posted by nichague


There was no other word to describe the situation you were in. William Nylander was watching you from the other end of the table and you had no idea what to do. Oh, you would kill Alex when he finally showed up.  

Lunch at 3. A simple instruction he had texted you in the morning. Well, apparently he had texted the same thing to William without mentioning either you or him to the other. 

You didn’t have anything against William being there, you just didn’t know him yet. You had hoped Alex would get a conversation going as soon as he arrived, but at that point, he was half an hour late.  

All you had wanted to do was catch up with an old friend. Now you were trying not to look at your phone again, hoping Alex had answered your messages. All while ice blue eyes were on you the whole time.  

“I think Alex isn’t going to show up.”, William said, his voice quietly interrupting the awkward silence. 

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Maybe he forgot.”, you shrugged. 

It was getting ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed yourself to look up and meet William’s gaze. His eyes were breathtaking. The color alone was enough to send chills down your spine. How could someone have such a perfect shade of blue as their eye color? His eyes were accompanied by the typical Nylander smile and blonde hair, which was slightly darker than Alex’s. 

He wore it longer than other guys would but you had to admit that you liked it.  
He was damn attractive and you were way too shy to know what to say. So you just sat there, hoping he would catch on to your silence and say something.  

William seemed irritated at first when you didn’t say something. He quickly scanned over you, trying to figure out what was going on. It started by noticing the way your hands were fidgeting under the table. You were sitting right on the front of your chair, trying not to move in your seat. The last hint he noticed were your eyes, that were trailing over the table before they allowed themselves to rest on him for a moment.  

It was like a lightbulb that erupted from his head as the corners of his mouth curved upwards into a bigger smile. 

“Listen, Y/n. I know this is kinda awkward because we don’t know each other. But we’re here now. So what do you think? We could get to know each other and my annoying little brother isn’t around. It’s a win-win.”, he grinned. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before you quickly nodded. 

“Sounds good to me.” 

William smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut short by the arrival of the waitress.  

“Hey, good afternoon. What can I get you?”, she said with a forced smile. 

Oh, you knew just how it felt like to be in her shoes. Luckily, you had quit your job for that semester after putting in more shifts than needed in the semester before. You had been the girl forcing a smile, and you hated it more than anything. 

You looked back at William, who waved his hand in your direction. 

“Uh… I’ll take the strawberry milkshake please.” 

“Only that?” 

“Yeah, that’s it.”, you said with a thankful smile. 

You watched as she turned to William, who was quickly studying the menu on the wall a couple of tables away. He tried to decipher what was written on it, having left his glasses at home. But after a moment, he gave up. 

“I’ll take the same. Make it chocolate though. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.”, the waitress said nonchalantly, leaving the table again. 

“So, why the milkshake and not actual food? Trying to get rid of me?“, William joked nervously. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head at his statement. 

"The milkshake here is really good. But it makes you feel like you ate a whole meal afterward. Trust me, I found out the hard way." 

"Alex mentioned that you two go here a lot." 

"Basically. He made me go to a Steelheads game once and we were hungry afterward but this place was the only one that was open because it was really late.”, you explained. 

“How did you meet anyway?”, he asked curiously. 

“When Alex still played for the Steelheads, I went to school with some of his teammates. I don’t know how, but we ended up as friends. It’s cool that he didn’t get drafted to some team on the West Coast." 

"So… just friends?" 

"Yep. Friends only.”, you smiled. 

“Why? Would he be stepping on someone’s toes?”, William asked. 

You blushed at the question. Did he ask if you had a boyfriend? For a second there was something in William’s eyes. Something that hadn’t been there before. Like a curious flicker. It was interesting to look at while you honestly told him that you didn’t have anyone in your life.

For the next while, you just sat there, trying to figure each other out. You exchanged stories about your families, idiot brother’s, made fun of Alex (although you only joked a little about him; hey, you’re nice) and shared a little more about each other. 

William seemed to be particularly interested in your move from Mississauga to Ottawa back to Mississauga and you were just generally interested. There was something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. He had a different way to see things that you couldn’t explain. 

But your milkshakes didn’t last forever, and sooner than you thought your phone showed that it was already 5 o’ clock. You couldn’t help but notice the little bit of disappointment you felt when William sighed. 

“Looks like I gotta go." 

"Yeah, I gotta go too. My roommate’s probably waiting already." 

William called over the waitress, while you opened your bag for your purse. Stupid enough, you had to find it first but it didn’t take that long. You could’ve sworn that you had only looked down for a few seconds. Your eyes flashed over to William’s as he handed the waitress the money for both your milkshakes. Shooting him a confused look, William just shrugged. 

"You didn’t have to do that, you know." 

“I know. But I wanted to.”, he grinned. 

You both stood up and made your way out of the Diner, the nice late-summer breeze of the Toronto Area welcoming you outside.  

“Wow. You were right about that milkshake.” 

“Told you so.”, you smiled as you made your way to the parking lot. 

“So… does this count?”, William asked when you stopped in front of your car.  

“As what?”, you questioned in confusion. 

“As a first date.” 

You were taken by surprise at his statement, trying not to stare at him. Did he really mean that? Was he interested?  
Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Alex didn’t show up. 

“Depends. If you want it to be a date it counts.” 

“That’s good. And do I get to take you out again?” 

You nodded with a smile as William fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, giving it to you. He had opened a new contact. You quickly typed in your name and your number before you gave it back to him. 

You were closer than you thought you were. 

William took his phone but didn’t let go of your hand as he got a little closer.
Your nerves were going crazy as you watched his gaze flicker down to your lips. Was it a coincidence or did he think about kissing you? 

Kiss me. 

What the hell? You knew that guy for a couple of hours.

“I had a lot of fun today.”, he muttered. 

“Me too.”, you admitted sheepishly. 

And with that, William leaned down and brushed his lips against your skin, kissing your cheek gently.

Fuck. You were absolutely baffled by the little sting of disappointment in your stomach. Did you really want him to kiss you? Better question. Did you really think he would kiss you? You really had to get better at reading signs.

Heat rose in your cheeks at the feeling of his soft lips, a blush creeping across your face.

"Goodnight, Y/n.”, William smiled when he stepped back and let go of your hand.

“Night, William.”, you muttered, hoping that the blush was gone or at least not as obvious.

But by the grin on his face, it wasn’t.

Bar Hopping ~ Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia


* work sucked 

* i hate my job

*best friend is happily in love

*that’s gross

*life’s gross


*mom is on my case about marriage

*got a call from my landlord


*old guy just winked at me

*i internally barfed

*gonna need more alcohol before i even consider getting with anyone


*what am i even doing here?

*oh right life sucks

*ooh a cute guy just walked in..


*danced like there was no tomorrow

*he’s walking over here now

*says his name is taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

*dang he cute

*i wanna give him a taehug

*gotta blast before i get too attached

*on to the next bar


*i like this vibe

*not as many old men here

*ordered a water so i won’t throw up

*WAIT i know him from somewhere

*oh shit its him again

*he still cute 

*so precious

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

*i want to squeeze his cheeks

*i did it

*i don’t think he liked it very much

*he’s still here though

*he says he’s in a band

*i challenged the hotshot to a karaoke battle


*we took a cab to the nearest karaoke bar

*BOI he’s really goooood

*he’s letting me choose the next song 

*BANG BANG BANG (banga banga banga)

*he singing a ballad

*its so angelic

*i’m getting.. tire..d…



*WHERE THE HELL AM I????????????



*nah, I wouldn’t do that


*he’s awake

Originally posted by jeonjam

*he’s really cute 


* apparently i passed out in the karaoke room

*he helped me get into my pjs??


* i yelled at him

*he became very small

*i think he’s ashamed

*i mean i guess he was only trying to help

* i apologized

*he apologized

*we good


* back to the bar again 

* life sucks

* i can’t even remember the last time i felt genuinely happy.

* oh wait

*the karaoke room

*that was the last time

*ah man i should’ve asked for his number

* it’s too late now 


* ah the fresh taste of regret 

* i guess’ i’ll check my phone. there is nothing better to do.

* ew my friend texted me.

* s-she’s pregnant?

* wow i didn’t realize how badly i want kids.

* but good for her.

* yeah, good for her


* am i crying?

* wow i should probably stop.

* i can’t stop.

* this must look tragic.


*oh! it’s him!

* he handed me tissues

* OH! his number, i gotta ask for it!.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

* he’s writing it down,

* holy smokes this kid is even more gorgeous than last time.

* how ? what kind of genetics?

* uh oh

* he caught me staring. 

* he would probably make beautiful children.

* i don’t really feel like drinking anymore 

* let’s bounce.


* i convinced him to go to the park across form my house.

* we’re walking now

* it is so nice here at night

* the park is quiet, no children, no dogs, just peace.

* uh oh

* i caught him staring.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

* we sat down on a bench.

* i thank him

* he doesn’t understand why.

* he doesn’t understand how he makes me happy even when i’m depressed.

* he doesn’t understand that for some odd reason a stranger can completely shield me from any stress or doubts i’ve ever had.

* i told him that im thankful for his company.

* i’m gonna do it.

* i asked him to stay with me.

* he said yes.


I walk towards the park that was near my old apartment. So many things happened here. Depression, fear, fun, but most of all love. Little did i know that taking home a stranger from a bar would be the best decision i would have ever made. Soon after Taehyung and I got together, I quit my job and continued to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Photography. Now, I get calls from fashion designers, newly-wed couples, and even people who just want pictures of their dogs. I have never been happier. I look to my left and see my sunshine jogging towards me. He called me here today, i don’t know what for, but whatever it is it sounded important. Taehyung finally reaches me and wraps me in his arms. He points me toward a bench. “ Think back to 2 years ago. You dragged me out of the bar to this park. You caught me staring at you and i smiled knowing you were embarrassed. This is the same exact bench that we sat at when you told me you wanted me to stay. Well, now it’s my turn.” Taehyung knelt down on one knee and took a small box out of his pocket. “ Will you stay with me for the rest of our lives?” 

Originally posted by bwipsul

steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”


“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”


“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

anonymous asked:

52 with harry please? I love your writing btw!!

awwh thanks you’re sweet ☺️ this is slightly based off of twilight, kind of like a jacob with renesmee storyline but different, so i hope you like it x

Originally posted by harryesque

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

When (y/n) was born Harry didn’t expect her to be the one he imprinted on. But it happened, and there was nothing he could do about it. Though it was weird, (y/n) being a baby and all, imprinting it wasn’t just falling in love with someone. It meant protecting them with your life, keeping them out of harms way, and doing whatever it took to make sure they were always okay. It meant caring for them with all of your heart. And that’ how Harry felt about (y/n). It wasn’t in love with her as a baby, but when we imprinted he saw a vision of her and him as she grew up and what type of woman she would become in the near future. And that was what he would eventually fall in love with.

Niall was Harry’s best friend, and Harry and Liz had a past that only they knew about. Back in school, Liz and Harry both had feelings for each other and went out on one date, but Harry knew his friend had feelings for her as well, so it ended there. Liz was still hurt by the fact that Harry ended things abruptly and without explanation other than “I’m not ready for something like this right now.” But she never let it show whenever Harry and Niall hung out, which was a lot.
Liz and Niall had been together for two years, through junior and senior year, and when they first got together Liz found out Niall was a vampire. Shortly after that, she learned Harry was a werewolf. She didn’t believe it at first, until she saw Harry get into an altercation with one of his friends and they both turned into werewolves. But she got slightly used to after a while, realizing that her life would no longer be normal, and she asked Niall to turn her. He wanted to be married to her first, and when she saw that her begging and pleading for him to do it sooner wouldn’t work, she agreed to his terms. They got married shortly after graduation, and on their honeymoon when Niall was hesitant to change her like he promised, they ended up pregnant before he could. It was supposed to be impossible, but it happened. And when the werewolves found out that Liz was pregnant, and could die from it, and that Niall had broken the vampire/werewolf treaty, they decided that they had to kill the child if it did end up killing Liz. And when the day came for her to have (y/n), she did end up dying during labor. Niall tried turning her, but it was too late.

Or so they thought, but when Liz woke up days later as a vampire, things turned around. Niall went from feeling like he no longer had a reason to live, to having two reasons to. And Harry found out that he had one too. But when the wolves tried to come after (y/n) and Harry went against his own tribe to protect her, they realized that something had happened. Niall read Harry’s mind and his thoughts had confirmed Niall’s assumption.

“He’s imprinted on (y/n),” Niall told Liz incredulously. “They can’t harm her.”

Liz’s eyes got wide. “You’re kidding…”

The wolves eventually backed off, retreating into the woods. Harry calmed down, turning human and running inside to change out of his torn clothes. When he came back out of the guest room of Niall and Liz’s place, Liz glared at him.

“Please tell me you didn’t imprint on our daughter.” Liz demanded.

Harry exhaled. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“She’s a baby, Harry! Your best friend’s child!” Liz raises her voice. “What kind of twisted creature are you?”

“I can’t help it!” Harry tried. “It’s not like I’m in love with her. At least, not yet anyway.”

Niall clenched his fists by his sides. “I know you can’t control it, but my daughter?! Of all people it had to be her?”

“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are.” Harry put his hands up in defense.

Before anyone could say more, they heard (y/n) crying from the nursery. Harry went to go see if she was okay, but Liz pushed him to the side. Harry stumbled, Liz’s vampire strength stronger than he anticipated.

“I’ve got her,” She spat, walking back to tend to her child. As Liz walked away, Niall gave Harry a judging look.

“I really am sorry, Niall. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.” Harry said remorsefully. “I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you.”

After a moment of thought, Niall spoke up. “There is something you can do, actually.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Name it and I’ll do it,”

“Swear to me that you will never pursue a relationship with (y/n).” Niall proposed.

Harry hesitated, but eventually obliged.
“I swear,”


It was (y/n)’s seventh birthday, though she looked as if she was almost twnety. After spending the day with her parents, she couldn’t help but have a thought in the back of her head she couldn’t quite shake. She hadn’t seen Harry all day, and it was very unlike him to not see her at least once, let alone not say happy birthday to her or not answer her calls or texts.

“Dad, have you heard from Harry today?” (y/n) asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Niall frowned. “Maybe he’s super busy today?”

(Y/n) sighed. “He’s never been too busy for me. This isn’t like him. He hasn’t even said happy birthday.”

Liz looked at Niall in confusion.

“This is very unlike him,” She whispered. “Do you know something you’re not telling me?”

Niall looked away, making himself busy as if not to show Liz the guilty look on his face. “No, love, I have no idea what’s going on with him.”

Liz rolled her eyes, knowing Niall’s usual tricks. He could never lie to her face.
“Do you want to break your daughter’s heart and ruin her birthday?” Liz questioned.

“Of course not,” Niall said defensively.

“Then fix this,” Liz insisted, before walking away.

“I’m going into the woods to look for him,” (y/n) said, determined.

Niall looked at her in shock. “Are you crazy? You’re not going alone, you have no idea who could be out there.”

“I can handle myself, Dad.” (y/n) stood up. “I am part vampire, after all.”
And with that she walked out.

Niall sighed, getting his phone and calling Harry. On the third try, he finally answered, and Niall told him of his daughter’s plans. Harry reluctantly agreed to go find her, and their conversation ended there.

(Y/n) ran to where she and Harry usually met to hunt, looking around to see if she could tell if he had been there recently. But when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she knew he wasn’t far. When he walked up to her, she hit his arm.

“Ow!” He yelled, holding his bicep. “What was that for?”

“For ignoring me all day!” (y/n) said. “If you were busy, the least you could’ve done was called. But you’ve never been too busy for me, so why has that changed all of a sudden?”

Harry looked around, avoiding her gaze. “I’m sorry, love, I–”

“Don’t call me that,” She spat. “If you loved me, or cared at all, you would’ve have shown it by now.”

“Is it too late to say happy birthday?” He tried, a goofy grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it is.”

His smile fell, and he sighed. “Look, (y/n), there’s certain things I can’t tell you. Like why I haven’t spoken to you all day, or why I’m distancing myself. I wish I could tell you, but I just can’t.”

She laughed sadly. “Wow, you really don’t care.”

“I do so,” He looked at her.

“Then prove it!” She raised her voice. “Tell me what I did that made you not want to be around me anymore. Because I’ve been wracking my brain all day trying to figure it out.”

“(Y/n), it’s not like that–”

“Oh don’t try that bullshit on me,” She interrupted. “You know, I thought things were different. But I guess not…”

“They are!” Harry continued. “If I could tell you, would. I promise.”

“I don’t think you realize how much I care, or how much you mean to me.” She accused. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. And I know how crazy that sounds, but I’ve always thought that when i got older you felt the same. But I guess I was wrong.”

She went to walk away, but Harry grabbed her wrist. She turned to face him, tears rolling down her face.

“I’m in love with you too, (y/n).” Harry admitted.

“Then why did you leave me without any kind of explanation?” She questioned.

He exhaled, leaning his forehead onto hers. “When you were little, your father and I had an agreement. The only way we could stay friends and I could stay by your side and protect you was if I swore to him I would never be in a relationship with you. So, in order to keep my word, I distanced myself from you. I had to leave you, I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer and he was starting to notice. I’m so sorry, love.”

(Y/n) grabbed Harry’s face and brought their lips together, kissing him like she had always wished she could. He kissed back, happy that his feelings were finally known and that she felt the same. He didn’t care about how pissed Niall and Liz would be. His only care in the world was that he and (y/n) were together, and we wasn’t going to let anyone tear them apart for as long as he lived.

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This Is Love.

Genre: Fuff, Dad!au, one shot

Group: BTS

Paring: Jimin x Reader

Summary: You help a kid reunite with his father, his father is pretty hot. He invites you over for dinner, maybe things will blossom from there.


Originally posted by nnochu

“Are you lost?” I asked the small kid who was standing alone in the middle of a busy mall foodcourt.

The little boy didn’t say anything, he just looked at me, his tear were beginning to form. I knelt down to his height.He looked me in the eyes and then proceeded to give me a big hug and burst  into tears. Poor kid, he must be scared.

“My daddy left me here!! He’s gone forever isn’t he!!!” I could barely understand through the sobs.

“No, no. You two just got separated, he is probably more scared than you.” I shushed his crying.

“Really? He is scared?” He stopped sobbing momentarily.

“Well, we have to go find him! I don’t wanna worry daddy!” He said and jumped out of my arms.

I laughed. He grabbed my hand and started running out of the food court. I was alone at the mall and nothing to do all day, so helping this kid wouldn’t hurt.

“Woah! Slow down kid! Lets look around the food court first, maybe he’s waiting for you there.” I said and stopped the boy from running.

“Whats you name?” I asked.

“I’m Gray I’m 6 years old! My birthday was yesterday!” Gray said looking up at me.

“Ok Gray, I’m Y/N, and happy birthday” I said. Gray’s face lit up, he’s such a cute kid.

He was still holding my hand, pretty tight too, he seemed worried. We walked all over the food court.

“Dad!!” Gray called out.

A few men turned to him. i asked if he recognized any of them, he said no. He was on the verge of tears once again.

“Well, uh, maybe we should, get some ice cream. Does that sound good?” I asked to try to prevent the tears from falling.

“Really?!?! Ice Cream? YA!!” He replied.

He grabbed my hand one again, i lead the way to the ice cream shop.

I ordered for us, we both got mint chocolate chip, the kid has good taste. We sat at a small table inside the ice cream shop. He is so small, i really hope we find his father. He was so invested in the cone of delicious frozen goodness.

“So, what does your dad look like?” I asked

“He, he is cute? At least thats what uncle Namjoon says. He is kinda short, he, uh, he has brown hair. He is a good dad. I love him” He said still devouring his ice cream.

“Ok, what does he work as?” I asked. I was just being nosy at this point.

“He works in a small Ramen shop downtown. He works a lot, Uncle Jin is usually hanging out with me when dads not home.” He said. And, of course me being the nosy person i am, i just HAD to know more about this family.

“Oh, uh, how old is your dad?”

“He is, umm,” He stopped and counted with his fingers.

“He’s 26” Gray said while holding up 6 fingers.

“How old are you Miss. Y/N?” He asked

“Oh, I’m 25.” I answered

We finished up our ice cream and went out searching for Grays father once again. We walked for about 20 minutes, Gray calling out for his father, still holding my hand.

“GRAY!!!!!” Someone screamed in the distance.

Gray and I turned to the voice. Gray immediately started crying, he ran up to the man calling his name.

“DADDY!!” Gray shouted as the man picked him up and twirled him around.

I smiled to myself. I am a good person aren’t i. Well, maybe now i can get some shopping done. I started walking away.

“Excuse me, miss?” A felt a hand on my shoulder, i turned to see what i assumed was Grays father.

“Thank you for bringing me my son, can i do anything to repay you?” He asked

“Oh, no no, Im fine, just knowing you guys are together and happy is good enough.” I smiled.

“Well, can i buy you some ice cream or something?” He asked.

“Oh, ha ha, no, me and Gray just had some ice cream actually.” I laughed

“Oh, well i feel like i have to do something for you… Can i make you some dinner some time?” He said. I blushed, he was cute, whats the harm.

“Ok, that would be nice, Im Y/N by the way.” I said.

“Im Jimin. How about tonight? At 5?” He asked
“Thats cool.” I didn’t think, my brain had turned off, my heart was in control now.

“Ok, here is my number I’ll send you the address.” Jimin said.

“Are you guys gonna fall in love?” Gray asked. Jimin and I both blushed and looked away.

We said our goodbye and walked separate ways.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! What if he’s secretly a murderer? Nah, he’s too cute to be a murderer. Should i dress casual or like, kinda fancy. A mix. Ooh! I can buy a new outfit and look all cute! My mind and heart were having a nice conversation while i walked around the mall. My mind had taken control once again. I bought cute shorts and a sweater to wear tonight.

I went home and got all fancied up. I looked nice, like, really nice. This is like every love story ever, woman finds child, she reunites child with father, her and the father fall in love, they all live happily ever after.

I went to Jimins house, hoping it wasn’t the wrong address. He answers the door and invited me inside. He live in a small house, There was a small living space and kitchen, and 3 doors which i assumed led to Jimins room, Grays room and a bathroom. Jimin sat me down at the table and walked away. He went in one of the doors. He walked out with Gray. Gray ran up and hugged me when he saw me. SO FRICKIN CUTE!!!!

We ate dinner, Ramen and Kimchi, it was sooo good! When we finished dinner it was around 7 pm ish. So Jimin put Gray to bed and i just sat on their couch awkwardly.

He came out of Grays room and sat next to me. we talked for a longtime.

“So, I hear you work at a Ramen shop” I said.

“Ya, i love it, but it barely pays the bills.” Jimin said.

“Why don’t you just get a different job than?” I asked.

“It was always my dream to either be and idol or work at a Ramen Shop and i want Gray to have the best childhood, full of happiness and all his dreams coming true. And I need money to make that happen. I have my dream job and he has a dream childhood, everyones happy.” He seemed pained.

“What about you? Are you happy? Do you have anything for yourself?” I asked

“Im happy if Gray is happy. I don’t have much, but my sons happiness is good enough.” Jimin said.

I felt bad, I wish i could help them.

Time flew by.

“Oh wow, its getting pretty late” Jimin said. I looked at the clock,it read 11 pm. It is late, but i didn’t want to got, i wanted to stay and talk to Jimin for longer.

“I should get going.” I said, my brain was in control. My heart wanted to stay, so badly.

Jimin walked me to the door. He opened the door, like a gentleman. I stood outside, and he, he leaned in and kissed me. I was internally screaming. We looked in each others eyes for a while.

“Will i see you again soon?” Jimin asked breaking the eye contact.

“Ya, at least i hope so.” I replied. My face was burning.

I went into my car and i just kinda, smiled. My smile was from ear to ear, I was happy. This is amazing. I think this is love. I love Jimin, I love Gray. I love this family, i want to be apart of it.

That was two years ago, Today is my wedding day. My wish will finally be granted, I will be apart of this family. Jimin, Gray and me. Park Y/N.

“Ready?” Someone sad and linked arms with me.

“Come on, mom.” Gray said, he was walking me down the isle.

I tried my best not to burst out into tears of joy. This was the first time Gray had ever called me mom. I like it.

Gray walked me down the isle, Jimin was waiting for me, is he as nervous as i am?

“Go get him, mom.” Gray let go of my arm.

I walked up to Jimin.

We exchanged our vows and rings.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

We smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss was magical, every moment with Jimin was magic. How can someone be so perfect?

Gray ran up and hugged up both. We are a family. This is happiness, This is love.

Sparks Chapter 15

Originally posted by yunotheidiot

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Tower Christmas Party ft. all the avengers team members. Bucky gets you for Secret Santa and has trouble deciding what to give you.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 50,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Mr. Clumsy

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1201

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Originally posted by mauloveskpop

“I’m starting to regret it, Jungkook!”

Looking at your phone screen, you glared at him.

“Noona, please~” 

Sitting on your couch, you reached out for your tea and took a little sip of it. “No, Jungkook. You can’t.”

Pouting a little bit more, he started kicking the air. “Ahh, why? I want to say it to him.”

“Kookie, no!” 

Looking sadly at you trough the screen, he huffed. “Why are you telling me something that I’m not allowed to tell someone else? You know that I can’t keep it to myself!”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s why I’m regretting it, you idiot.”

Suddenly, he started smirking. “Do you want to talk to him? I can give him my phone so you can FaceTime with him too.”, Wiggling his eyebrows, he stood up and started walking. “I’m sure you missed him.”

Panicking, you tried to stop him. “Yah! Jungkook, don’t! Yah, yah I’m not ready to talk to hi-”

Not listening to you, he shouted. “Hyung, Y/N noona wants to talk to you!”

Without warning, he turned his phone toward Namjoon and voilà, you saw your best friend smiling widely at the screen while reaching out for the phone.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Little did he know that your heart was melting right know because of those dimples. 

Ugh, god, help! 

“H-Hey, Namjoon.”

Beautiful! Well done, Y/N! You stuttered! 

Showing his beautiful pearly whites, he greeted you back. “Hi, beautiful. How are you?”

Stop calling me beautiful, please. My heart is going to explode!

“I-I’m fine, thanks and you?”

Wow, very nice! Now you can’t even talk properly!

“I’m just a little bit exhausted because of the concert but besides that, everything is fine.”

“Oh, should I hang up? Do you want to sleep?”

Smiling cutely at you, he shook his head. “No, I want to talk to you.”

Breath, Y/N! Breath!

“O-Okay then..”

“So, what have you been doing lately while I was gone?”

Taking a deep breath, you started talking about your problems, your school life, basically everything and anything that you could remember. This was one of your favorite things in your friendship. Even though he was far away, stressed and exhausted, he would make sure to listen to your problems without complaining. Thats what you loved about him. Thats why you loved him.

While you were talking, you didn’t realize that he stared at you with a little smile while leaning his chin on his hand.

You looked up at your screen and saw that he was staring. Getting a little bit flustered, you stopped talking. “W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, I just realized how much I missed you.”

I-I think I’m dying. R.I.P Y/N..

Looking away shyly, you fiddled with your fingers and whispered. “I missed you too..”

Suddenly, you heard Jimin shouting. “Hyung, we need to go! You can talk to your girlfriend when we’re at the hotel.”

“Yah, I’m not his girlfriend!”

“Yah, I’m not her boyfriend!”

Realizing what just happened, both of you started laughing. 

Again, you heard Jimin shouting. “I think so too!”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at Namjoon. “Take care of yourself and don’t break anything!”

Copying your movements, he answered while standing up. “I not that clums-”

Suddenly, the only thing you could see was black. “Ugh, not again.. You dropped the phone, right?”

Picking up the phone, he turned the screen toward himself. “Oops..”

You giggled while shaking your head. This time, you heard Jungkook shouting. “Hyung? That was not my one and only precious phone, right?”

“No, I would never drop your phone, are you stupid.”

Laughing at their conversation and Namjoon’s alarmed face, your prepared yourself to say goodbye.

“Bye, Mr. Clumsy.”

“Bye, Beautiful. I’ll see you in two days.” he said while waving back.

And finally, the time had come. The boys were arriving today. 

Wearing your favorite summer dress, you went to the park where you decided to meet up with the guys.

Sitting on a bench, you started waiting. After five minutes you heard seven familiar voices. Looking up, you saw the boys walking toward you. You smiled widely, stood up and started taking little steps toward them.

Smiling with that beautiful smile and those beautiful dimples, Namjoon started walking a little bit faster toward you than the boys.

Originally posted by sugutie

Opening his arms, he waited for you to run into his arms. Not waiting a minute longer, you started running toward him and jumped into his arms. He started spinning around, nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and left a little kiss there. Standing there in that position for a while, you hugged him tight. 

Breathing in your scent, he placed you on the ground and looked at you. “I missed you so much, Beautiful.”

Smiling at him, you pinched his cheek. “I missed you too, Mr. Clumsy.” 

Looking over his shoulder, you saw the guys standing a little bit further away from you while staring at you. You called them over to you but they started shaking their head. 

Confused, you looked at them. Right when you wanted to walk toward them, they started counting. “3, 2, 1! Hyung/Namjoon, Y/N likes you!”

Frozen, you stood there. Eyes wide open, you looked at Namjoon. He too, was looking at you with his eyes wide open.

Jungkook, I’m going to kill you! I told you that you’re not allowed to say that to anybody!

All of a sudden, Namjoon started smiling. 

Wait, why was he even smiling? Oh no, no please! Don’t smile! I don’t want to see your dimples please.. I can’t endure it anymore!

Standing on your tiptoes, you put your hands on his shoulder and kissed his dimple.

“Ugh, finally! I always wanted to kiss that.”

Realizing that you said that out loud, you covered your mouth with your hand while looking at him with wide eyes.

His smile grew wide and he opened his mouth to say something but you started rambling to yourself. “Omg, I’m so sorry, Namjoon! Omg, how can you do something like that, you stupid girl! Are you insane?! Your best friend is here after two months and the first thing you do is something like this! He things you’re insane! Thats it! Thats it with your friendshi-”

Suddenly, you felt something soft on your lips. At first you didn’t realize what it was but when he started moving his lips, did you realize what was going on. 

Before you could do something, he leaned back and smiled at you while saying. “Ugh, finally! I always wanted to kiss that.”

Wait, wait, wait.. WHAT?!

Again, before you could react, you heard the guys shouting, laughing and running toward you two. Engulfing you both in a hug while hitting Namjoon’s back, they shouted. “Finally, you two confessed your feelings to each other!”

Okay, I think I’m in heaven right know..

in the living room

Request: 5, 27, and 34 from the prompt list. In which Shawn cheats on the reader. Please! 💕💕
5. Don’t touch me right now.
27. Is there someone else? Don’t lie.
34. You are everything to me.

— word count: 672
— warnings: swearing

You stand in the living room where Shawn had left his phone unlocked because he thought you wouldn’t be home for another hour. You stand in the living room where texts of Shawn being called baby by someone else are playing over and over in your mind. You stand in the living room as his phone rings and you answer it.

“Shawn, baby? When am I gonna see you again?”

You hang up.

His phone is gripped loosely in your hand as your heart pounds in your chest. Then, he walks in. He walks in as if your world isn’t falling down around you.

“Hey, baby. You’re home early.”

You stand, frozen as he wraps his arms around you and places a kiss to your temple. You step away from him and he looks confused.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You look at him. It tears you apart that he was able to do this to you so easily.

“I don’t know, Shawn. I honestly don’t feel anything.” You speak, your voice shaking slightly.

He moves toward you again and reaches out. Instead of letting him find the warmth of your body you place his phone in his hand. He stares down at it and suddenly something clicks in his head.

“(Y/n)….” His voice is soft.

“Is there someone else? Don’t lie.” You already know the answer but you have this burning desire for him to say it.

When he doesn’t answer, but instead looks at the floor, you have your answer.

“That’s what I thought.” You push your hair back.


“Stop. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Honey, just listen to me.”

It’s too late. You’re already walking away.

“DAMN IT, (Y/N)! LISTEN TO ME!” He shouts and you turn around.

He reaches out again, “It was a mistake. I swear.” His voice is soft again.

“A mistake that lasted how long?”

“Don’t do this…”

“How long, Shawn?”

“Two months, but-“

“Wow, two months.” You cut him off and tears start to cloud your vision.

“Don’t…don’t cry.”

You shake your head and turn away from him, covering your mouth. Tears start falling down your face as more empty lies fall from Shawn’s lips.

“Please, (y/n). Please…” His pleading voice is accompanied by his arms around you.

“Don’t touch me right now.”

He slowly retracts his touch and stares at you. He never thought it would happen to the two of you. He never thought he would fall down this hole. But he did.

“You are everything to me…and you took advantage of that. You knew I would believe everything you’d tell me. You knew I would hang onto every word that fell from your lips…and that’s not fair. I gave you everything, Shawn. EVERYTHING! AND YOU USED IT AGAINST ME!”

He looks at the floor before slowly returning his gaze to you.

“I didn’t mean to. I-“

“You don’t get to give me excuses anymore. You took the fact that I loved you, and you turned it in to a weapon. You lied to me and you took advantage of me…and you did it so easily. That’s the part that gets me, Shawn. You did this so fucking easily. You didn’t have any off days. You seemed perfectly normal…like it didn’t even bother you that you were cheating on me.”

“I guess I’m just good at waiting until you fall asleep to feel guilty.”

You wipe your eyes and turn away from him.

“Get out, Shawn.”

He hesitates and you turn to face him.

“Get. Out.”

He turns and walks towards the door.

“I’ll let you know when your stuff is packed and you can come pick it up.”

He nods and walks out the door. He closes it so quietly you can hear your tears hit the floor. You stand there, watching the door, almost as if you stand there long enough you’ll wake up and this will all just have been a dream. But it’s not. It’s just you alone in the living room with your broken heart.

Este es una continuación de un dibujo que hice hace dos años. (Ya algo tarde XD)

La curiosidad mató al panda 2

P.- Tendré que ahorrar para comprar otra o será mejor repararla.
T.-Po - Yo rompí el brazo de tu muñeco, y quiero reparar el daño. Toma -
P.- Wow, genial! - Un momento.. ¿que hacías en mi habitación?
T.- Mejor ya toma al muñeco y no preguntes

-Aquí el diálogo del dibujo anterior-

T.-Parece que esta muy cuidada..- maldición, maldición!
P.- Mi Tigresa

*This is a continuation of a drawing I made two years ago. (Already late XD)

Curiosity killed the panda 2

P.-I will have to save to buy another one or it will be better to repair it.
T.-Po - I broke the arm of your doll, and I want to repair the damage. Take it-
P.-Wow, great! - One moment .. What were you doing in my room?
T.- Better take the doll and do not ask

-Here the dialog of the previous drawing-

T.-It seems to be very careful .. “damn, damn!
P.- My tigress

Manga Character! Jihoon [3]

A/N: well well HELLOO it’s been a good while since I’ve continued me series for manga jihoon and i’ve been wanting to write and continue it but school has got me wrapped around their finger with all these tests smh. 


i want to thank my friend who gave me an idea about a certain part of this chapter [can i call it a chapter? LMAO] but yeah! I hope yall enjoy it because i’m planning on ending it in like 1 or 2 parts! 


  • “jihoon what is all this ramen, eggs, and toast for”
  • “Y/N i’m just thanking you for not kicking me out these past two weeks.” 
  • “by giving me food we’ve been having for quite a while now?”
  • you pause and sit down in front of all the food at the table before giving a smile towards Jihoon,
  • “you know me too well.”
  •  he laughs before you both start digging into the food laid in front of you.
  • “so did you find the magic to getting back into your manga? I don’t want you to-”
  •  you look up to see that Jihoon has disappeared from his seat 
  • so you just shrug and carry on eating 
  • but after that it seems like Jihoon is always and I mean ALWAYS disappearing once you mention the manga. 

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Thin Walls

Originally posted by fy-jay-dok2


Dating a musician is difficult in and of itself. If they’re not attending a schedule, they’re working in the studio. If they’re not working in the studio, they’re still working on their home setup. And on the rare chance you can get them to spend quality time with them, they tend to spend a good chunk of your date talking about what happened in the studio or at the concert.

It was tiring, to be honest.

But dating Hyuk Woo was different.

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It’s Going to be Okay

Request: I’ve got a request, you’re the Winchesters sister (older than Sam but younger than Dean) and she sold her soul when she was about 16 to save John, she didn’t tell anybody and 10 years later the hellhounds come to get her, she tries to be alone when she dies but it kinda failed and the boys have to see it happen (I hope it’s not too much information!)

Word Count: 2818

Warnings: some swearing, a little bit gorey when she’s getting ripped to shreds by the hellhounds, just a heads up I almost made myself cry

A/N: ok so heads up I made myself want to curl up into a ball and die on the floor so im almost sorry for writing this but I couldn’t help myself its probably not even that emotional but still and whatever you do make sure that you do not listen to Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE bc I did and now im dead wow im making such a big deal out of this its probably because its like 1am but still
I hope this is what you wanted and sorry that it came out so late, but I just kind of got caught up in other stuff and couldn’t think of what to write soo yeah (btw I got the info for how to treat stab wounds from here and here should you guys ever feel the urge to know what to do in these scenarios)

I reposted this because some people had difficulties getting access to this. Hopefully it works. hmu if not!

“Dad!” Y/N heard Dean scream as the werewolf snuck behind John. She watched as the blade sank into his stomach, one hand stifling his grunt of pain.

“No,” she whispered. “No!” Quickly, she shot the monster in the back, running over to where Dean was trying to support his father.

“Y/N,” he snapped. “Bring the car around back. We’re taking him back to the motel and stitching him back up. Go,” he added when she didn’t move.
Nodding slowly, she ran to the impala. Not wasting any time, she swung open the door and opened the driver’s door. She had to hurry, had to be fast. They could fix dad, he’d be fine. Otherwise…


He’d be fine.

“Open the back door,” he grunted, helping his father to the car. “Sit back there with him. I’m going to drive.”

Quickly they moved, wary of the precious time they had left. Y/N had barely sat down on the seat beside John when the car lurched forward. She gasped, closing the car door and glaring at Dean.

“Y/N,” her father’s voice sounded pained. She checked the wound. It was bad. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” she responded, not paying much attention to his words. She was too busy trying to figure out what to do while they were driving.

“Don’t…” he coughed. “Don’t let the boys do anything stupid, okay?”

“You’re going to have to hold me to that,” she grunted, ripping off her flannel to use it to stop the blood flow. “You’re not dying on me. Not now.”

“Y/N-” he tried again.

“Dean,” she interrupted. “Step on it. He’s bleeding through everything I can give him.”

“Got it.” The car accelerated, blurring the lights of passing storefronts and homes as they sped towards the motel.

Y/N closed her eyes, pre-planning the next steps. She’d have to first get him inside without shifting him so he’d bleed harder, and then find gauze to stop the bleeding. Once that was finished, she’d clean the wound, sterilize it, and-

“Y/N!” Dean called back to her. “We’re here. Get Sam!” Y/N scrambled to get out of the car, racing inside.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, standing up from his position on the bed. “What-”

“Dad’s hurt,” Dean interrupted, half-carrying him through the door. “Y/N, what do we do?” Sam and Dean looked to her, awaiting orders. She had always been the one to stitch them all back up, even when she herself was injured. It was like they all had a role: Dad was the leader; Dean was the soldier who made sure all the orders were carried out; Sammy did the research; and Y/N was the medic. Together, they kicked ass.

Until now.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her, shaking her from her thoughts. “What do we do?”

“Lay him down on the bed,” she ordered. “Sam, apply pressure. Dean, sterilize it. Do not touch the knife. Leave it in. It’s stopping most of the blood flow, and any movement could cause further damage.”

They all scrambled in haste to attend her orders. She tore his clothes to further inspect his wound.

“Y/N,” John coughed. She immediately shoved a pillow beneath his head. “Y/N, remember what I said-”

“No,” she said sternly, looking him in the eye. “You are not dying. I am not becoming an orphan, not today. Sam! Where are you?”

“Coming!” he called rushing over to the bed with his cloth. Y/N scrambled back, letting Sam fill in her spot. Dean followed close behind, following the procedure that she had drilled into his brain from the numerous times she had performed them on him.

She turned to the bathroom, washing her hands and splashing some water on her face. Come on, Y/N, she thought to herself. Dad’s… face it. Dad’s dying, and you don’t know what to do. How can you save him?

Then it hit her.

She vaguely remembered seeing a crossroads on the way here. She knew the moment the knife had plunged into her father’s abdomen that she wasn’t nearly well trained enough to deal with this; not with the supplies she had. There was only one way to save him at this point.

Y/N ran out of the bathroom, snatching her jacket and racing out the door.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed for her, but she kept sprinting. “Y/N, get your ass back in here! Dad’s-” his voice broke off. He was unable to say it. She had to act fast.

Y/N always knew this day would come. That was why she carried a premade box around with her, inside her jacket when they hunted should the occasion ever arise. Quickly she made her way to the gravel road, stopping dead center in the parking lot. Checking to see she wasn’t being followed, she planted the box. Scooping the dirt back over it, she stood up.

“C’mon,” she tapped her foot impatiently. “Come on, you stupid son of a-”

“I’d watch that tongue, sweetie,” a voice from behind her. She whipped around, coming face to face with a young woman. She had dark features and wore black clothing. Not that it mattered to Y/N.

“Save my dad,” she practically yelled. The demon raised an eyebrow. She collected herself, taking a deep breath. “Please.”

“You know the terms, I assume?” the demon asked slowly. Too slowly for Y/N’s liking. “Ten long, good-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said, striding over to her. “Ten years. I know. Now shut up and take my soul.” With that, she planted her lips on the demon’s. She was shocked at first, but quickly responded.

“See you then,” she smirked before leaving Y/N to walk back to the motel, still in shock from what she had just done. She had barely walked back inside the motel room when Dean was in her face.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he nearly shouted. She frowned, confused as to why he wasn’t screaming, until she saw her father. His chest was gently rising and falling, as though he had just taken a nap and not been stabbed. The blood was hardly flowing, and he was… snoring? Y/N didn’t think that she’d ever heard her father snore before.

“He’s fine.” She shrugged him off, going to sit on her bed. She put her head in her hands.

“He wasn’t when you left!” he spat at her. Sam didn’t even look at his sister.

“Y/N, he could have died, and you left. Next time you decide to bail on family, go ahead and stay away.”

“Dean,” she whispered. “Please. I was-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped. “Now that no one is dead, I’m going for a walk. Because I actually tried to help, so I deserve that.” With that, he left.

“Y/N,” Sam said after a minute of silence. “You did know… you did know that dad was going to be okay, right? Before you left?” She smiled wearily, trying not to memorize every feature of her little brother’s face. She attempted to not memorize his soft eyes, his optimistic tone, his mussy hair and innocence.

“Of course, Sam. I had it all under control.”

Ten Years Later

Y/N drank down the last of her whiskey as she glanced at the clock on her phone. It flashed 11:56pm in the faint light the screen provided. She sat down on the curb, watching as the cars drove by. She waited, ever so calm and patient, for it to come.

For them to come.

She had been experiencing the symptoms recently: visions; sounds; the whole shebang. Y/N thought she had done a fairly good job at hiding them from her brothers, but they weren’t totally convinced. That was why they were watching her from far away. Not that she knew.

It was ten years exactly. Ten years since the deal. Though Sam left and dad did die eventually, she didn’t regret it. There was some sort of a calm washing over her. She was going to die for a good cause, and her brothers wouldn’t see it.

A twig snapped behind her.

She didn’t even turn around. She sighed, standing up.

“I’ll come into the alley. Make it easier to clean up.”

Silently she walked into the alleyway, taking one last swig of alcohol before setting it on the ground. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a letter. She laid it by her canteen. A single tear slipped. I love you, Sam and Dean, she thought to herself. I love you boys.

“Take me away,” she whispered. Then hot breath blew against her neck, and she was knocked to the ground. She didn’t put up a fight.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed, sprinting towards her. Sam was close behind. “Y/N!”
She turned her head around, a sad smile plastered on her face.

“Sam, Dean,” she coughed out, body being torn to shreds by some invisible force. “I-”

Her throat was slashed. She spoke no more.

After a moment, the slicing stopped.

The boys ran to her side, tears streaming down their faces. Sam clutched her jacket front, sobbing openly into her chest. There was no heartbeat, no warmth, no nothing expect the cold and metallic scent of her blood and body tissue that made him want to throw up.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed. “No, you selfish- how could you- why?” His body wracked with cries, leaning his forehead against hers, trying to will her to come back. It was nearly an hour before either of them saw the flask and folded paper beside it. Sam moved to it first. He read it, fresh tears springing to his eyes.

“Dean,” he croaked. “Dean.”

“What?” his brother snapped.

“She… she left a note.”

“… What?”

“Here. Read it.”

He thrust the paper out to Dean, who hesitantly took it. Taking a shuddering breath, he opened the letter.

Dear Sam and Dean,

I know I should have told you, but when I tried it couldn’t come out. There were so many times when I tried to memorize your face, your voice, your everything, that I figured you shouldn’t be burdened with it. It was my weight to carry, and I have never welcomed a trouble more.

Remember that hunt we went on, ten years ago to this date? It was a werewolf case. It got dad. I just couldn’t let him die. So, I sold my soul. I suppose it doesn’t matter much now that he’s gone anyways, but I’m glad I did it. He lived so we could have a parent an adult to watch over us. I did it so Dean wouldn’t have to be the oldest, watch out for his younger siblings. I don’t regret it.

Dean, after reading this and thinking about our argument, I know you’re going to blame yourself. Please, try not to. I know you will anyways, but I love you and don’t want you to go through that. God, I can’t say that enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t you dare ever forget it or think otherwise. I will kick your ass from beyond the grave so help me. All I ask is that you accept this, don’t do what I did, and move on. Don’t forget me, but accept what has happened and move on. I don’t want you to suffer. I love you. Accept my passing and move forwards. Don’t be afraid to cry. Don’t be afraid to fear. To be afraid to experience emotions. Taking care of yourself takes care of more than yourself. I love you. The only thing I ask you to be strong for is Sam. I know he can take care of himself, but I still worry about the kid. I love you. More than you’ll ever know. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your stupid jokes and the way your jaw sets when you’re trying to hold in your emotions and I’ll miss your eyes that remind me of second grade when I climbed up in the tree and played with the leaves after the bully pushed me to the ground and you sat with me, saying that you loved me and that nothing would ever happen to me. Nothing ever did. Know that. You couldn’t have stopped me, even if you wanted to. I love you. I love you so much.

Sammy, my not-so-little brother. You never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself. I can never repay you for that. Please, I know you are going to find some way to blame yourself, and so will Dean. I just need you to be there for him. Remember all those times where the world was trying to tear us apart, and remember how we said, “Screw you. We’re a family.” I know you’re going to hurt, and I know you’re going to hurt bad. And that’s okay. It’s okay for you to want to cry, to scream, to break everything until there is nothing left and your knuckles bleed. It’s okay for you to fall to your knees, as long as you get back up again. Please, know I love you. I’ll never tell you enough. I never told you enough. I love you. I love your long hair (don’t tell Dean, but it always made me happy when you let me run my fingers through it). I love your eyes that I can never quite describe, the way they always seem to change colours but never fail to turn back to my favourite shade of sunshine through whiskey, copper against sage and honey and when they glow I never fail to smile because even when I felt like calling the hounds early, you always carried me forwards. You never even knew it. I love you. I’m going to miss your quirkiness and love for learning and the way that you always would light up when you knew the answer to a question or saw that we were proud of you. I’ll never stop being proud of you. I’ll never stop loving you.

All the way through hell, I’ll remember you boys and be okay. I’m going to be okay. I’m going to remember how much I love you two, how much I love the way that you’re always bickering to make me laugh and the way that Dean smells like gun smoke and whiskey that I can call home, the way that Sam always tries to look for the best in things, the way that even though life has thrown him every curveball it has that he still hasn’t backed down.

I’m going to try to stop writing how proud I am of you boys before I tear up and ruin this page like I did with the others. Please, be there for each other. Don’t drink away your pain. Remember me. Know I love you. I love you so much. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop writing it down. I love you. I love you. I love you. You two have always been there for me, so I ask that you be there for each other. I know you’ll both want to take the impala and drive away from each other and not speak about this incident for days, weeks- hell, probably not even years if I know anything about you two- but please, stay with each other. That’s all I want for you two. I love you. Please, help each other. Be available for each other. Don’t go through this alone. Always keep fighting for me. I love you both so much. More than I can say, more than I can write. I’d do this all again if I knew it meant that you two would at least grow up off the streets, with some sort of food in your stomachs on a somewhat regular basis.

I love you both. Please, carry on. I love you. Don’t worry. Hopefully, we won’t see each other anytime soon. When you go to heaven, think of me. Think of our family. We’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. And don’t bother trying to save me. I made sure with the demon that you two couldn’t bring me back.

I love you. So, so much.

Love from your sister,


There was a short funeral.

Bobby showed up. Rufus showed up. Every single hunter they’d met showed up. Y/N had impacted a lot of people. She’d saved a lot of lives.

The body was up in flames before the sun set. Sam and Dean were at the front, where no one could see the tears on their faces. Not that anyone would have the audacity to mention it. Not when there were streaks on their own.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Sam whispered. His voice cracked, even though he barely was heard.

“More than you’ll ever know,” Dean finished. He looked to the sky. “I love you. We all do. I promise, no one will ever forget you. You have my word, sister.”

whylovesomeonelikeme  asked:

45 and 43 please omg your writing is amazing I’m in love!!!!

Hope you don’t mind I’m going to do 43 first in this ask and then make a separate post for 45 and tag you in it! I assumed you wanted these as Bughead but if not just holler at me and I’ll rewrite what you wanted! Also, you are too sweet thank you thank you! (Shameless self-promo but check out more of my writing on AO3)

43. Falling in love with best friend’s partner AU (Flipped things on its head a little bit. Also this is going to be a bit of a long one, I got carried away! I hope you like angst <3)

Maybe she should have realized it sooner, how hopelessly she was in love with Jughead Jones. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t be standing here next to her best friend, Veronica Lodge, helping her decide which stationery to have at their wedding. They wanted an old Hollywood glamour wedding. Betty tried to be supportive, tried to be happy, but the truth was there were pages in her diary planning her marriage to the Jones boy.

Veronica didn’t like what he liked. She hardly knew him. She wasn’t the one who was by his side when his dad got thrown in jail or the one who had driven cross country so they could surprise Jellybean on her graduation day. No, she had been far too busy with that. Likely with her driver, Archibald Andrews.

Betty knew there was something happening between them. Something that would break Jughead’s heart if he knew. Something that would destroy him. Because when he loved, he loved absolutely. He held on tight, refused to let go. Kicked and screamed and fought for that person. She loved Veronica, with every fiber of her body, but this marriage was going to end in turmoil, and she couldn’t bear to see Jughead suffer like that.

“I have to go check out the flowers V,” Betty said, “I’ll be back in half an hour? Please don’t kill the caterer in that time. You know he’s trying his best but a wedding cake that huge is a lot to ask for.”

“What am I supposed to do? My groom’s single request in the entire wedding was that cake! If it’s not perfect then the wedding isn’t perfect!”

The two laughed and Betty departed, lost in her own thoughts. It didn’t take long for her to realize she’d left her phone back in the Lodge’s apartment. Despite having been together for two years, Jughead and Veronica had not moved in together. They both “valued their space”. Which meant, V liked her closet, and Jughead liked being able to leave his book and manuscripts thrown about a small room with little to no repercussion.

She turned around, frustrated. Of course, that would happen today. On top of every terrible thing that was already going wrong in her life, like watching the literal love of her life marry someone completely wrong for them, she’d left her phone 20 stories up and hadn’t noticed until she was at the bottom. And now both the elevators were broken. If she hadn’t been waiting on a call from her sister Polly, Betty would have counted her loses and come back after the florist meeting.

Enough flights to leave her breathless later and she had finally reached Veronica’s apartment again. It should have been simple. A laugh as she grabbed her phone, assurance that lilies and roses looked great together, and another sprint down the stairs.

But no. Life would not be kind to her today. The giggle was the first clue, the smear of red lipstick on Archie’s face the second. They hadn’t seen her, not yet, but Betty used her reporter’s ears and listened.

“I love you Archiekins. I wish this was our wedding I was planning,” she sounded wistful, making Betty’s stomach churn with anger, “But Daddy would never allow it.”

“You could just run away with me Ronnie. Forget this place, forget him, and we could start somewhere else together. You have that apartment in Barcelona. I could write there.”

Veronica’s voice sounded choked, tears in her eyes as she whispered, “I wish. God, I wish.”

Phone forgotten, Betty ran. Angry pedestrians shouted at her, street sellers tried to con her out of money, but it all sounded like a buzzing white noise. She didn’t know where she was running until she ended up right outside apartment 505. For a moment, she hesitated. Her moral compass was on the fritz. Could she possibly betray Veronica’s trust like this? Her best friend. But it wasn’t right for Jughead not to know. He couldn’t walk into a loveless marriage without being well informed.

She took an unsteady breath and knocked.

Shuffling from inside, followed by a sleep graveled shout let her know that Jughead, at 3 PM, was just now waking up. She couldn’t help but smile. That was just like him. Staying up until the sun was rising, burning holes in his keyboard.

When he answered the door, his signature cap missing and sleep still in his eyes, Betty smiled. Even without his morning (or rather, afternoon coffee) and his teeth unbrushed this man could blow her heart to pieces. He was everything she wanted.

“Hey Betts,” he smiled and opened the door further so she could sneak into his apartment, “What brings you here on this fine Manhattan…” his eyes drifted to the clock hanging above his desk and winced, “Afternoon. Wow. Guess I slept through every alarm I had. Want some coffee?”

“I’m fine Juggie. This isn’t purely a social call anyway…” her throat felt tight and she tried to keep the tears at bay. No this wasn’t about her. It was about him.

He shrugged and moved towards the coffee pot. “Is it about Veronica? She’s driving me up a wall lately,” his tone turned mocking, “Jug what do you think of the drapes? Jones, should we have these napkins or these? Can I call you Forsythe during our vows it sounds nicer.”

Betty tried to laugh, for his sake, to give him a moment of happiness before she crushed him. But it came out strangled, chocked. For a moment, their eyes met, worry lacing his expression, he opened his mouth to speak again, but she beat him to it.

“Veronica’s cheating on you,” Classic Cooper, breaking news like a blunt knife to the heart. She tried to think of anything to comfort him, “I-I’m sorry and-”

Jughead shook his head, pouring the coffee from the pot into his cup. He liked things black.

“I know.”

The silence came again. Nothing but the ticking of the clock’s second hand until she could finally break it. “You what?”

“I’m not an idiot Betty,” he took a sip, relaxing when the caffeinated wave hit him, “I’m not the one messing up her lipstick most Tuesday nights. I’m not the one texting her, making her smile when we’re supposed to be having date-night.”

She was taken aback, green eyes wide as saucers. “Then why haven’t you said anything? Why are you still marrying her Juggie? You’re just setting yourself up for something you know won’t work.”

At last his composure seemed to break. Tears tugged at the edges of his eyes and he looked away, forcing their gazes apart. It took a moment for him to finally speak, but when he did her heart broke.

“I’m a weirdo. A kid who’s dad is in jail for drug trafficking who writes mystery novels and forgets to sleep most nights. Normal people don’t fall in love with guys like me. And I figured if I just pretended we could have this unspoken agreement. She keeps seeing Archie behind my back and I get to pretend to have a regular life for once. Who else is going to marry someone like me, Betts?”

She took a shaky breath, closing the distance between them with a kiss. It was gentle, chaste, but hopefully he knew, without a doubt, that she had pages upon pages dedicated to just how special he was.

“I would.”