yeah this is how i spend my nights

the signs as Rick and Morty quotes
  • Aries: I've got about a thousand memories of your dumb little ass and about six of them are pleasant, the rest is annoying garbage!
  • Taurus: Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the Shit Store and sell it, or put it in a Shit Museum, I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.
  • Gemini: Listen, I'm not the nicest guy in the universe because I'm the smartest, and being nice is something stupid people do to hedge their bets.
  • Cancer: Aw, man. I really liked this life. Well, at least I didn't really crap my pants.
  • Leo: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing.
  • Virgo: What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?
  • Libra: Yeah sure, I mean, if you spend all day shuffling words around, you can make anything sound bad.
  • Scorpio: I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior. If I were you I wouldn't pull that thread.
  • Sagittarius: You gotta flip 'em off, I told them it means "peace among worlds", how hilarious is that!
  • Capricorn: Don't waste your brain on those weirdos... They just put you at the center of their lives because you're powerful, and then because they put you there, they want you to be less powerful.
  • Aquarius: Okay, well...sometimes science is more art than science. Lot of people don't get that.
  • Pisces: Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV?
little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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This is how summer started for me. I uncluttered my desk from everything related to school and and spend my first summer night stargazing, and practising photography. And for the record, things didn’t go well on my panhellenic exams. I did great in Ancient Greek, Latin and Modern Greek, but I failed completely in History. Yeah, I cried, I got mad, I got sad. But I believe everything happens for a reason. Now I have about two weeks to fill my application for universities of my choice. Let’s see how it goes!

PS. You can follow me on instagram where I post my photography: @christinemav and on snapchat, so you can follow me on my adventures: cristinemav 🌼🌻

hold my beer

Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you

Three words:

Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding. wait is ladynoir even technically a word?

  • It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
  • One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
  • Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
  • Lo and behold, it backfires
  • The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
  • Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
  • The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
  • Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
  • Ada is all,  :’D omg seriously
  • (^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
  • AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…

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anonymous asked:

Oh snappp your neighbor AU is lit. No rush at all but if you could also write one for Shownu it would be awesome.

find wonho (here) , jooheon (here), & kihyun (here)

  • king of owning three sets of the same colored bed sheets and kihyun once asked if shownu every washed them because??? they’re always the same??? and shownu was like “don’t you just buy the same thing in bulk when you go to ikea?” and kihyun was like no,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god is that what you do
  • and shownu just shrugged because whatever he likes his grey bed sheets
  • doesn’t do decorations but let his mom hang up some photos of his family and stuff when she came over
  • you’d think he’d just ignore them, but he cleans the dust off the frames and adjusts them because,,,,,, shownu cherishes anything his mother does for him. he’s an amazing son and literally everyone in the neighborhood always tells his mom when she comes over that he’s so filial and they wished they had a son so polite and well mannered
  • because lbr shownu is the person who holds the door open for anyone he sees,,,,,,,,even if they’re still half way across the street
  • the only thing that ever makes him flustered is that one time a mom asked him to watch her son while she ran to re-park her car
  • and shownu was like ,,,,,,,,,,,,hi and the kid just started crying and shownu was like nO PLEASE,,,,IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID TO DISPLEASE YOU
  • thankfully minhyuk was coming over and saw the whole mess and came to the rescue and shownu was just like “minhyuk,,,,,kids are terrifying,,,,,”
  • minhyuk looking at shownu whose literally swole and tall: what
  • you’ve lived next door to shownu for quite some time,,,,,but you two don’t really talk much because like well,,,,he’s not a small chit chat kinda person
  • and you’ve always thought he was handsome but like so what you know ??? your idols on tv are handsome too
  • but one evening,,,,you’re getting home super late and you try to grab for your keys in your bag,,,,,,but they’re gone????? and you sigh and take out your phone to text your friend who has a spare
  • but then you see a text from your boss telling you that you won’t be getting the promotion he promised you
  • and your friend with the spare just updated instagram with a photo at a club so you know they’re not gonna be able to help
  • and so you just slide down against the wall near your door and hold your bag to your chest
  • and life sucks,,,,,,,,in this moment,,,,so much so that you can’t control tears coming out and you wanna brush them away but like no one’s there to see??? so whatever
  • until ,,,,, there is someone,,,,, someone who’s too freaKING quiet so you only notice them when they step right in front of you and ask “is everything ok?”
  • and you look up to see shownu and you’re like oh gREAT the handsome, nice neighbor has to see you balling your eyes out on your doormat good job gg what a terrIFIC night this is
  • and you’re like “y,,yeah i got locked out it’s nothing,,,”
  • and shownu suddenly puts his hand out to help you up and you take it hesitantly and he’s like “staying out here would be dangerous. do you want to spend the night at my place? feel free to say n-”
  • but you’re shaking your head and you’re like “that would be very nice of you,,,,,,my spare is,,,,,in the hands of someone who is busy,,,,”
  • and shownu lets go of your hand and you notice how warm it was when he’d held it
  • and you follow him to his apartment where he lets you in
  • and you can’t help but look at the photos as you take off your shoes and you’re like “is this your family?” and he nods and you’re like “your mother is so pretty!!”
  • and shownu kind of is taken back, but just nods again and you’re like oops am i making this awkward
  • and he switches the lights on in his bedroom and he’s like “i know we’re strangers, but it would be impolite of me to let you sleep on the couch. my bedroom is clean, i promise.”
  • and you’re like dhkcblvj he’s worried about me thinking he’s gross,,,,,but he’s doing something really nice??????? he’s,,,,,,cute
  • and you’re like “i can take the cou-” but shownu puts a hand up and is like “please, that would be rude of me.”
  • and you’re like ok he’s such a gentleman????? what the heck
  • and you’re like “ok, well thank you!! ill wash my face then?” and he’s like pointing out the bathroom
  • and when you’re done you walk out to tell shownu thank you again
  • but you see him sitting on the couch, suddenly he’s got glasses on and he’s reading something with the cutest look of concentration on his face and you can’t help but stare at him a bit longer
  • when he suddenly looks up you’re like oH I Totally,,,,just came into this room anYWAY,,, thank you again!!!
  • and you like do an lil bow and shownu is like “it’s nothing!” and you’re like akhfgfs ok,,,ill go to bed now
  • but ofc u can’t sleep because,,,,,,wow this is shownu’s room,,,,,,,,the sheets smell like him,,,,,,,slight cologne but also fresh breeze,,,,,
  • and in the morning your friends texts you that she’ll be over in an hour
  • and you go to tell shownu whose up,,,,,,,,,,shirtless,,,,,making eggs,,,,,,,,and you almost trip and fall over
  • but when he turns for the first time you see him get embarrassed and he’s like “ah - oh one moment,,,” and rushes back to the living room to pull on his shirt again and you’re like trying to look down
  • and you’re both red,,,,,,and shownu is like “,,,, i,,,im sorry that was-” and you’re like “nO,,, no,,,,, it’s nice,,,i mean what no i mean it’s your home feel free um oh,,,,”
  • and shownu is like “would you like something to eat?”
  • and it’s cute you two eat together and shownu is a silent eater but it’s somehow really adorable and you can’t help but think he’d be a really ,,,, good bf
  • and shownu is like “you can stay here till your friend comes.” and you’re like ok!!! thank you 
  • and he’s totally turning on the sport channel but it’s whatever you’re happy to be in his company,,,,because shownu makes you feel safe????
  • and when ur friend tells you to meet her by ur door shownu walks you out and he’s like “maybe, if you think this is a good idea you could give me a spare, in case this happens again.” and you’re like good thinking i should do that!!!! 
  • but before you can thank him again your friend is like “oH I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH SUCH A HANDSOME MAN I GUESS YOU DONT NEED THE SPARE-”
  • and you’re like PLEASe,,, SHTU TUP ,,,,
  • and shownu is blinking like hmmm what does that mean-
  • and your friend winks at you two and waltzes up to shownu like “so,,, what’s your name? how long have you been dating my friend here?” and you’re like givE ME my KEYS 
  • while shownu is like ???? but also he’s like “oh they’re single?” and your friend is like YES THEYRE sinGLE
  • and you’re like dO NT FLirt on my behalf wait shownu why do you want to know if im single,,,,,,,,,????
  • shownu probably just wanted to know because coughs,,,,,,,,maybe he can take you out sometime,,, coughs

anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

Be the Leia to my Han?


Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The Stark Internship finally allows for some free time and even a movie night…

Since Peter had become Spider-man, there had been less time for you to spend together. Sure, it would’ve been nice to spend every day together like you used to but you knew that that just simply wasn’t possible now that he had to be off saving Queens every other hour of the day. It wasn’t that you hated him for it, hell, you were so proud of your best friend for doing what was right for the city and for keeping everyone safe but it just meant that you had to sacrifice some of your Peter-time while Queens had some extra Spidey-time.

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Taco night

So I went with my family for 4 days to a city south of Mexico City called Cuernavaca, in which one of my uncles lives. We went for a taco night and spend a nice time together.

Even my cousins which lives in the USA came to visit us.

About this photo, I liked how aesthetic this taco menu was, and in case you’re wondering which taco is my favourite is “sesos” yeah I like brain tacos.

David - Courtney Barnett

Why Would You Do That? || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: could you do a jughead oneshot where betty and jughead decided to just be friends and jughead gets a girlfriend in the serpents and she’s actually really sweet and caring towards juggy and he asks her to meet him at pops so she can meet the gang but she walks in and hears them trash talking her to jug and says that she doesn’t know him like they do and when she runs out he chases her into the parking lot, you can choose the ending but fluff please!! thanks sm!! <3

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count: 851

Originally posted by marorra

“Jug, are sure about this girl?“ Archie sat back in the booth at Pop’s with his arm loosely draped around Veronica’s shoulder. He, Veronica, and Betty were waiting to meet this mystery girl that had seemingly stolen Jughead’s heart.

“I’ve told you before-“

“She’s perfect for you. Listen Juggie,“ the raven haired boy turned to meet the bright blue eyes of Betty Cooper, the girl who had his heart just two months ago, “I know it’s not necessarily my place to say this but she’s not right for you. She’s a serpent. She’s dangerous.”

“What if all she’s doing is playing you? You’re FP’s son and he was the leader of the Southside Serpents. You are a valuable card to have in that game so what if that’s all she wants? The title of being the girlfriend to Jughead Jones, the son of FP Jones,” Veronica reasoned. Jughead sighed, not believing anything they said.

How could the sweet and caring girl with (Y/H/C) and beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes play him? You didn’t know who he was when you two met.


You went the serpent’s bar with your brother when your parents were out of town doing some business. It wasn’t your first time at the bar but it was the first time you found some enjoyable company when your brother left to go play pool.

“Nice beanie,“ you stood behind a back you didn’t recognize. He turned around to reveal a boy around your age with attractive features.

“Thanks. Nice scarf,“ you chuckled at his return of a compliment.

“Is that seat taken?“

“It’s all yours,“ he smirked and gestured at the seat with his arm out.

“What’s your name, beanie boy?“ the laugh that drifted from your lips filled his ears and seemingly cleared his mind from the thoughts circulating in it.

“Jughead. What’s your name, mystery girl?“

“(Y/N). Jughead’s an interesting name,“ from there sparked your relationship. It was you who had seemingly repaired his heart and made him hope that there was some good in the world that was meant for him. You went with him to visit his dad and it was the first time you knew why people made a big deal of you dating him.

“Why are you so shocked that he’s my dad?“ Jughead wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him.

“I didn’t know he was your dad,“ he looked at you to see your curious eyes shining up at him.


“It just never crossed my mind as a possibility. Especially since you’re a lot quieter than him and you’re better company,” Jughead laughed while you smiled brightly at him.

~End of Flashback~

“You guys don’t know her. Why are you suddenly trying to control who I’m dating and who makes me happy? And, Betty, in case you forgot, I’m a serpent too. I’m the son of the leader of the Southside Serpents. According to your logic, I’m dangerous too,” his words left his mouth a lot harsher than he meant for them to be but he couldn’t bring himself to care. They couldn’t even bring themselves to give (Y/N) the benefit of the doubt.

“But you’re not like them, Jug. You’re different,“ Veronica added.

“So is (Y/N) but none of you are giving her a chance.“

“Jughead, calm down,“ Archie’s tone was calm despite the situation.

“Juggie, you’re different from them. She’s one of them and has probably been one her entire life. She’s more dangerous than you if she’s been around more of them than you. We don’t know what she’s like or what she’ll do especially since her leader is behind bars,“ during Betty’s speech, no one noticed the (Y/H//C) girl walk in heading towards their table.

“If that’s what you all think, I might as well leave,“ Jughead jumped up and tried to grab your hand, just narrowly missed it as you walked out of Pop’s.

“Good,“ Betty’s bitter tone made Jughead face her with shock and anger all across his face.

“Why would you do that?“ Jughead ran out hoping to catch you before you left. Luckily, you were standing outside pulling your phone out of your pocket to cal your brother, “I was worried that you left.“

“I’m getting ready to. Your friends don’t seem to really want me around,“ he saw through your smile and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry about them. They’re usually not that bad, I promise. They’re just-“

“Worried about the fact that I’m a serpent,“ you sighed while tightening your hold on him.

“Yeah but let me make it up to you. How about we go back to my dad’s trailer and have a movie marathon? Your pick and we can have all your favorite snacks and drinks there too,“ you both pulled away to look at each other, thoroughly enjoying the moonlight’s enhancement of each other’s features.

“I would love that,“ he leaned down and kissed you softly before pulling his arms away to grab your hand, enjoying the idea of spending an entire night with you there to keep him company.

I hope you like it


The Closet

Originally posted by diltons

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Word Counter: 1,483

Anon Requested

A/N: This was in my drafts and like I promised, here it is. Idk if ill write anymore, just depends on how i feel i guess. And go follow my personal tumblr if you want, i post pics of me and my dogs usually. @rora811

Warnings: None, fluff, slight angst i guess.

You snorted at the conversation you were having with your friends. “No way!” Veronica exclaimed. “I’m being totally serious.” Jughead stated with a wry grin. The current topic was about Jughead’s dog, and how “untrainable” he was. “There is no way he chewed through that bed. I helped you pick it out!” You exclaimed. 

Jughead placed a hand on his heart. “Scouts honor.” “Oh shut up Jug, you were never a Boy Scout.” “You never knew because I burned all the evidence.” He snapped at Archie. Betty just laughed. 

“Oh come on. It said extra durable, chew proof, and was verified for heavy chewers like your dog. What the hell.” You said. “I honestly don’t know how he did it. I left the room for like 5 minutes to make a sandwich and when I came back it was in shreds on the floor.” Jughead sighed. “Back to using old towels for him I guess." 

The four of you finally made it to Pop’s where you all sat in your favorite booth. After ordering, you all continued to make small talk about upcoming exams and such as other people form school came into the regular hangout spot. You all heard a loud gloating voice and groaned. 

There he was, Reggie Mantle, in all of his annoying glory. He made eye contact with you and smirked as he stalked over to your table. "Hey guys.” he said maliciously. “Hey Reg.” Archie greeted, he being the only one who was semi-friends with them. Reggie made eye contact with you again before speaking. “Soooo, there’s a party going on later, at my place. And I just wanted to take the precious time out of my day to invite you all.” Everyone’s eyebrows shot up with suspicion. “And why would we ever want to go?” Jughead asked bluntly. 

“Hey it’s just an invitation. Do what you want with it.” He said with his hands up in surrender. “Well, how about you take your invitation and shove it up your-.” “We’ll go!” Betty interrupted with a fake smile. You all looked at her in shock. “Yeah, we’ll all go. Just text Archie the address.” She said as Reggie grinned and walked off. Two glares were sent towards Betty. Specifically, you and Jughead. 

“Oh come on Betty, you know parties aren’t my scene.” You complained. “Yeah, I mean this is by far the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Jughead agreed with you. “Guys, we never get out! Come on, we’re sophomores. And how do we spend our Friday Nights, staying home and watching Netflix?” “

Hey! I’m totally ok with that.” You said. “Yeah, me too.” Jughead added. “Well I agree with Betty.” Veronica said. She stood up from the booth and gestured for you and Betty to do the same. “Come on girls. We’ll get ready together and then meet the boys at Reggie’s.” Your shoulders slumped. 

“But-.” “No buts y/n. Now come on, I’m not taking no for an answer.” She was about to walk off when she suddenly stopped and turned towards the boys. “If you both are not there, I will personally find you and drag you there myself.” She threatened, pointedly at Jughead. 

The next thing you knew, you were being dragged out of Pop’s as you heard a loud groan from Jughead. Veronica took you and Betty to her house, which was rather large. Once you made it to her room you gasped. It was about as big as your house. Betty was doing the same thing. 

“Oh this? This is nothing compared to our old house in New York, now come on, let’s find you two some dresses.” She threw open the doors to her closet and immediately started digging. She threw a couple dresses at Betty insisting she gontrt them on as she searched for something for you. She was satisfied once she pulled out a light blue dress, a red dress, and black dress. 

She handed them to you and pointed towards the bathroom for you to get them on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and groaned, not believing you were actually going through with this. With another heavy sigh, you quickly undressed and pulled on the blue dress. 

You stepped out of the bathroom for the other girl’s opinion. “I don’t know… I don’t think blue is your color.” Betty said as she looked. “Yeah… try the red one on!” Veronica ordered as you nodded in defeat and went back into the dreaded bathroom. You zipped up the red dress and walked out again, this time striking a pose. Both Betty and Veronica scrunched there noses. 

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s the right one either.” “Oh come on,” you struck an even more awkward pose. “You don’t think this one’s it?” They laughed and pushed you back into the bathroom with only one more option. You put on the black dress and looked at yourself. You actually liked this one. You stepped out of the bathroom shyly and awaited the opinions. 

 "Oh my god, I love it.“ Veronica said as she rushed over and examined everything. "Ooooh yes, that one’s it. It fits you perfectly y/n!” Betty commented making you smile. It fit very nicely, hugged your figure, and made your boobs look pretty great. For the next two hours, you all fussed over shoes, makeup, and hair. 

 Once you were all satisfied with your looks, you all carpooled to the address Archie had sent over. You met up with your other two friends outside, where Jughead stood there silently hating the world as you all walked in. There was a bunch of people from school standing around in their own groups of friends. 

When you five walked in, Reggie looked up to see who entered and grinned when he saw you. He left his little group to come and greet all of you. “Archie what’s up man?” He asked as they did the bro hug thing. 

He turned to you. “Y/n… you’re looking very fine this evening.” You felt uncomfortable under his stare. Veronica noticed and grabbed your’s and Betty’s arms. “Come on ladies, lets party.” She said and dragged you away. You three started to walk around, mingled with other people drank punch, had fun. 

About an hour into the party, someone suggested a game of seven minutes in heaven. Of course Veronica forced both you and Betty to play. In total, about 20 or so kids were playing. You all sat in a circle as kids took turns spinning a bottle and then disappearing into a closet for the next seven minutes. 

When it was your turn to spin you sighed heavily, not knowing what to expect. The bottle went in circles, taunting you as it chose who you would be in the closet with. When it finally stopped you were filled with dread as you saw him grin. 

 "I-I don’t want to.“ You muttered to Veronica who didn’t care and shoved you towards Reggie and the closet. He took your hand gently and led you inside the dark space. The door was closed behind you and someone shouted from the other side, "seven minutes starting!" 

 You sighed quietly as you stood not even a foot away from the tall jock. "Why don’t you like me?” He asked sincerely as you looked up to meet his dark eyes in the tinted darkness. “Because you’re an ass to people.” You answered simply.

 "I’m not an ass to you.“ He said. You snorted. "Is that supposed to mean something. You can tell a lot about someones character by the way they treat others.” You stated as his eyes met yours again. “What if I start being nice to other people, you know, stop being an ass." 

You weren’t expecting that. "For what? What’s this all about Reggie?” You asked. It was very quiet for a minute or two before he spoke again. “I really like you.” He whispered. You gulped. “You would change the way you act… for me?” He nodded. 

You smiled softly as you looked down. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” You asked as you subconsciously stepped a bit closer to him. He leaned down and is lips were only inches from yours. “I’d do anything, to make you mine.” He breathed before connecting your lips. 

 You made no move to pull away as you liplocked. You enjoyed his kiss as he moved his lips against yours expertly. You weren’t expecting that either. The door opened quickly giving you no time to jumps way from each other, but you did, clumsily. 

The other students laughed as they watched you both walk out of the closet. You saw Reggie about to open is mouth so you grabbed his hand, holding it in yours. He looked down at you shocked, but kept quiet as you both walked out of the closet, together.

Imagine Jeff making himself at home in your house.

I gotta give credit where it’s due and thank @imaginesforanyonex​ for creating ‘Dating Jeff Atkins’ headcanons which spawned this idea :)

Originally posted by notsaintjames


Sweet, sweet Spring Break is the time when you’re meant to sleep in. Plan all day shenanigans with your friends, stay up late and then wake up even later without worrying about school. But unfortunately for you- you have an internal clock that deems it fit to wake you up at eight in the morning, no matter if you had spent all night riding around with friends in Tony’s Mustang before grabbing milkshakes at three in the morning.

Cursing the happily chirping birds as your eyes blink open, you roll over onto your back and kick off your blanket. You groggily get out of bed, smoothing down your bed head as you stumble out into the hall and into the bathroom. But in your current half-asleep state, your brain’s neglected to realize that the bathroom is currently occupied.

You don’t hear the shower running until it’s too late and your eyes widen at the sight of your very naked, very soapy boyfriend.

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this is pretty long though but I’m just feelin my boys here anon forgive me

{ Valentine’s day special }


- Valentine’s day was just another day for him; Work everyday, have a meeting, go to dinners, but coming home to his lovely Elizabeth the 3rd was always exciting. However recently, he’s found himself.. Less enthusiastic about his daily life. He still loves his cat but; part of him just feels empty coming home now. It was lonely. He was lonely. He did notice how much he looked forward to her phone calls. Her jokes in the chatroom. Her herself. It frightened him; reminding him of the emotions he felt with Rika. MC was very different from her though, he never wanted to compare the two. However this was the exact same situation, different but same concept and feelings. And he didn’t like it. MC is Jihyun’s… Not yours.. He had to painfully remind himself. Driver Kim thankfully pulled him away from his thoughts.

“ Any plans for Valentine’s day, Mr Han? ”
The older man glanced into the rear view mirror with a smile– Which Jumin returned alongside a curt shake of his head.

“ No.. Its just another day for me. I’ll spend it with my love Elizabeth the 3rd. ”

Driver Kim laughed softly, muttering a small ” Thats what I thought you’d say. ” before returning his attention back onto the road ahead.

Jumin glanced down at his phone, it was on vibrate; and he noticed her picture illuminating the screen. Instantly his heart sped up, having to clear his throat before answering.
He was greeted with her energetic,
“ Good evening Jumin! ”
To which he replied
“ To you as well, MC. I hope you’re having a good night so far. ”
He envisioned her smile which caused one of his own to appear on his lips, she hummed in approval before continuing.
“ Yes! I am. Jihyun fell asleep though, He was very tired.. Long day I suppose. ”
His smile was replaced with a scowl as he furrowed his brows; It was just like Jihyun to do something stupid like that. He never was a night owl; Leaving MC so lonely, what a shame.

“ Ah. So you called me for company? ”

“ Yeah.. I wasn’t sure if you were doing anything. I’m sorry if I interrupted. ”

His eyes scanned the lights of the cities as they passed by. He wished he was doing something– Something with her. He knows what restaurant she loves; Taking her there would make her happy. Or bringing her to his home, letting her play with his precious Elizabeth the 3rd. He knows how well they get along together.

“ No– Don’t apologize. I’m spending my evening with Elizabeth the 3rd and a bottle of wine. Nothing extraordinary. ”

He stated– Tugging on the cuffs of his suit to keep him occupied. He always felt odd talking to her without V being around. He wanted to say things that he wouldn’t normally say. Wanted to tell her things he would never tell anyone else. It made him uncomfortable. Not because of her– the emotions. He hated it.

“ Ooh. Sounds pretty extraordinary to me. A beauty on your lap and some chateau montrose at your side. How lovely. ”

He chuckled lowly at the fact she remembered his favorite wine, nodding his head before realizing she couldn’t see the action

“ Ha.. I suppose. I only wish you could join me instead.. ”

His voice trailed off as he noticed the penthouse coming closer and closer into view– straightening his posture and clearing his throat before continuing.

“ Ah. I’m nearly home. I’m afraid i’ll have to end this conversation here, MC. ”

He didn’t want to, but he knew if he stayed on the phone while he was comfortable at home the conversation could last for hours. That wasn’t fair to either of them, nor V.

“ Alright.. Thanks for talking with me Jumin, goodnight. Happy Valentine’s day.. ”

The click broke him of his frozen state, the car had already stopped and Driver Kim sat with a knowing look on his face and a sad smile. Jumin was quick to see him off, wishing him a goodnight before making his way to the penthouse.

Elizabeth the 3rd was there to greet him at the door as always. Her soft purrs caused him to smile bittersweetly.
“ My dear Elizabeth the 3rd, please explain Jihyun gets everything I want.. I want to be happy too.. ”
He sighed heavily as she replied with a meow– one he wasn’t able to decipher.
“ Sometimes I feel as if it isn’t fair. But I suppose this is the way it has to be. At least I’ll always have you..”
He smiled down at the kitty– rubbing gently under her chin as she closed her eyes in contentment.


- He woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing uneven and fragile. His fist clenching the cushions as panic rings through his mind, White patches blurring his vision. The feeling of being so trapped and helpless burned in his chest, He wanted to scream the pain felt so unbearable. Suddenly, a warm hand is placed on his shoulder. Initially causing him to flinch, but he could recognize that warmth anywhere. Instantly his body relaxes into the touch, his mind begins to clear as his eyes quickly turn back meet her soft ones. She gave him a concerned smile before pushing the stray hairs away from his face.

“ Did you have a nightmare, Saeran? ”
She asks, his head lowers before nodding in acknowledgment like a child would. For some reason, he always felt so comfortable talking with her after something like this. It was odd but natural. She comforted him so well. She brought him into an embrace– His head buried into her shoulder as he looses himself in her presence– Inhaling deeply. She smelt sweet, like cherry blossoms.

“ Saeyoung will be back soon.. He’s getting ice-cream; Your favorite kind too.”
He smiles softly, but in the same breath he didn’t want Saeyoung to come home. Not now. It was selfish, but he wanted her to himself. Saeyoung would take her away from him as soon as he got back.. They had dinner plans tonight– It was a “ special ” day today apparently. And he would be left all by himself once more.

“ Don’t go.. ”

He mumbled into the shoulder of her red dress, he had only caught a glimpse before she brought him into her arms. She looked beautiful, but not for him.. She did it for Saeyoung– He had to remind himself through clenched teeth.

“ Saeran– You’ll be fine here, I can call Yoosung to come over if you’d like.. ”

“ No. I want you to stay with me.. Don’t go.. ”

His grip tightens on her, she shifts to sit beside him on the red couch that matched her dress. He broke the embrace to look at her, she looked nice as always. She gave him a reassuring smile– running a palm up and down his arm in comfort. His ears were still ringing, and he was tired. Maybe that’s why he felt so needy today.

“ Hey– You’ll be fine Saeran. Trust me. But you know I have to go with– Oh, Saeyoung! ”
Who had just loudly entered the home interrupting her sentence, making him groan in aggravation as he moved away from her touch.

“ Woah babe.. You look beautiful! ”
His brother wolf whistled before dropping the bags on the kitchen counter– seemingly ignoring Saeran as he made his way to MC behind the couch. Leaning over and placing a kiss on her cheek, causing Saeran to tense.

“ Are you ready to head out? ”
She nodded before turning her attention back to himself; causing his heart to skip a beat. She rubbed his arm one last time before shuffling to get up, grabbing her bag as Seven dangled the car keys on his fingertips.

“ We’ll bring you back food Saeran– Don’t worry! ”
Saeyoung said through a smile, causing Saeran to scoff and sink deeper into the couch. She came over to him one last time- He tried to ignore her but his eyes couldn’t help but make their way up to meet hers. They were soft and gentle.

“ You’ll be okay Saeran. ”
She nodded towards him before making her way over to his brother; who wrapped an arm around her waist before making their way towards the door, shutting it behind them.
He got up with a huff, digging through the bags to find the ice cream that awaited him. Not even bothering to get a bowl– He laid back down on the couch and mindlessly ate away with a slight scowl playing on his lips.

’ Youll be okay.. ’ Pft. Yeah right. At least he had something sweet to keep him company tonight. Even though the cookies and cream was quickly dwindling away the more aggravated he got. He hated the fact she was with his brother. She was such a joy. Sometimes he wished things could be different. Okay– Most of the time he wished things could be different. But he’s Saeran Choi. He never gets what he wants, even if he’s good. It seems like the universe had it out for him. He just had to learn to accept it.


Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: You and Peter have been dating for awhile and the time has come for more summer adventures with him. You spend the first night of summer together doing anything that suits your fancy.

Warnings: Slight hints of sexual stuff (ish) other than that just fluff. Fluffy fluff fluff.

Word Count: 1.8K

Song: Afterglow by All Time Low

Originally posted by jessikaort

The clock seems to move slower and slower as the minute hand gets closer to the 12. You glance over at Peter who smiles at you. You continue to tap your foot anxiously awaiting the final bell. Your eyes fall back to the clock with 5 seconds left.


The bell rings out and you and Peter are the first two out the door. You both run to your lockers pulling out all the books and running from them to avoid the crowd of teenagers behind you. As you run past the front office you put all the books in the drop and make your way down the front steps hand in hand. Once you are far enough away from the crowd he plants a kiss on top your head and places his arm around your shoulder. You smile up at him.

“Well my queen, we are officially free.” he says. “How should we use that freedom?”

“I am officially free. You may be free from school, but you are not free from being bug boy.” you say. Knowing it irritates him when you call him that

“You’re so lucky I love you, and I think the cops can handle things for one night. We have to keep up our titles!” he says.

Peter had been calling you two king and queen of the streets since you two went on your first date two years ago. Really you thought it was kind of cute how dorky he was about it. You were really happy that he said the police could take care of one night. You wanted to spend time with him. Time with him not in classes or in the cafeteria.

“Alright, alright. What do you wanna do?” You ask him laughing. Peter smiles down at you and takes your hand.

“I’ve got some stuff in store. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll pick you up at 5 yeah?” he says as you get to your house.

“How could I worry about a surprise from you? I mean it’s not like last time the surprise was shot from your wrist and stuck my arm to the wall.” you say with a smirk. Peter rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“I’ve never been more in love with someone in my life.” he says. He pulls you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms fall around your waist.

“Okay it’s cute for the first five seconds but if you don’t stop I’m letting the dog out on you.” your father calls from the porch. You break away from Peter as you both laugh.

“I’ll see you at 5.” Peter says backing away and waving to your father before walking down the block. You turn and walk up the way to your house and meet your father on the porch as you watch Peter cross to his street in the distance.

“He’s a good kid.” your father says. You nod.

“ Eh he’s alright.” you say. Your father rolls his eyes and you both go inside.

By the time 5 o'clock rolls around you have taken a nap, gotten a shower and are dressed in leggings and a lightweight green top Peter had gotten you for Christmas. You also put your matching necklace back on. Peter had given you that as a gift as well. It was a longer chain with a small silver coin at the bottom about the size of a dime. The coin had a spider engraved on it just as his did. You loved how happy being Spider-Man made him. He loved being able to help people and make things better, yet it always had you worried about him.

“Party is here!” Peter yells as he bursts through your door. You scream and put your hand on your heart.

“Ever heard of knocking? I could’ve been naked or something!” You say.

“Wait can we try it that way? I’ll go back out and when I come in you can be naked.” He says turning around. You slap him upside the head and he laughs tuning around again to kiss your forehead.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you that way before or-” he starts.

“Out bug boy!” You laugh as you push him out of your room closing your door behind the two of you. You go down the stairs yelling to your parents that yours leaving and make your way to Peters car. He only uses the car to go places other than school. Getting in the car you notice that Peter has his eyes on you.

“What?” you ask leaning your head against the west end looking at him. He shakes his head.

“Have I ever told you…that you are incredibly hot?” he asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes and smile.

“Drive bug boy.” you laugh. He kiss e your hand and starts the car off down the road.

As he drive you watch his features. He has one hand on your leg and the other on the wheel. You watch as he pays close attention to every traffic signal and sign. Once he comes to a stop and parks the car you see that yours at one of those huge trampoline places.

“Oh my god.” You laugh looking at him. Peter smiles and nods rapidly. Both of you leave the car in fits of childish laughter and rush inside. You make your way onto the trampolines and step onto them.

“Tag.” You say pushing your hand against Peters chest. His eyes widen as he falls onto his back and bounces a couple times before he can catch his balance and get up. By that time you are already leaps a head of him. He bounds after you and eventuall catches you causing both of you to take a tumble.

The games continue for about two hours before both of you are sore and out of breath.

“Whats next my king?” You ask intertwining your fingers through his. He smiles and nods to the south end of the block.

“How about some painting?” he asks. You smile and he tugs you down the block to a small ceramics shop at the end.

You walk in to see little statues lining the shelves closest to the floor and plates and cups toward the middle picture frames and candle holders at the top. You absolutely loved painting ceramics and Peter knew it. The woman behind the counter asked what she could do for you.

“We’ll take two picture frames.” Peter says. The woman nods and goes into the back bring you two identical frames. Peter takes them and hands one to you as you two sit down.

You begin to paint the frames first band in blue, painting the second red, and the third black. The colors of his suit. You look up at him from across the table and smile. He is intently painting what seems to be swirls of some sort around the corners of the frame. He looks up at you and sits back in his chair.

“What?” he asks. You shake your head.

“Thank you for taking me to do this stuff Peter. I love it.” You say.

“Y/N, you don’t have to thank me. You know I love spending time with you.” Peter says taking your hand. You smile and squeeze his hand slightly.

You both finish your frames and hand them back to woman at the counter leaving your numbers and the name of your items on the paper. As you leave the shop you notice the sun beginning to set. The sky is a mix of dark blues and pinks and oranges. Your eyes fixate on the sky and to the glow of the sun off the tall buildings.

“Hey, we aren’t done yet. We’ve got one more stop.” Peter says putting his arm around your back and leading you to the car.

After about a 15 minute drive you pull up to the park where you first met Peter. There was a benefit party for animal shelters in the area and his aunt was working a booth. He was helping her, much to his dismay…until he realized you were working the benefit too. Once he saw you he would make any excuse to make his way to your booth. He hasn’t noticed you at school before, and honestly, you hadn’t noticed him before that day either.

You both get out of the car and Peter walks around the trunk clicking the button and having it open. He pulls out a blanket and shuts the trunk again. Taking your hand You both walk up the hill to the clearing to sit. You both stare at the setting sun and watch the sky turn from a dark orange to a dark blue. The outline of the buildings a bright orange.

“I love the afterglow of a sunset like this.“ he says. You nod and sigh. You begin to feel peaceful and truly okay. As soon as you feel that? The seven police cars chasing the large van, zoom down the street below the hill. Peters eyes widen and he pulls out his phone. After he looks at it for a moment he sighs and shakes his head before looking to you. You know what hes going to ask before he says anything.

“Go babe, they need you.” you say.

He smiles and kisses you before sprinting off down the hill. He had dropped the keys on the blanket for you to take the car home.

“I love you!” You shout after him.

“I LOVE YOU MORE!” he yells back.

Moments later you see the one and only Spider-Man swing up away from the hill. You sit and watch until the swinging silhouette dissappears. Taking your heart with it.


Thanks so much to @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x for helping decide which character to have in this! Much love girly!!
080991 || Joe

Joe masterpost found here

Word count - 1,143

Summary - The one with the slip up.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you were napping, as usual. What better way to prepare for a hectic week than sleeping a day away? Your lovely nap, however, was rudely interrupted by your phone loudly going off beside you. You groaned and forced your eyes open to look at who was calling you at this hour (3:26 in the afternoon to be precise). Jack? Why would Jack be-


“Hey Jack,” you said, answering the phone and kicking your blanket off your body.

“Where are you?” Jack laughed on the other end.

“Sorry, sorry, loads of traffic,” you said, yanking off your shorts and putting on some leggings. “I should be there any minute.”

“Okay well everyone else is at Joe’s already,” Jack said. “The movie starts in 30 minutes and we’re all waiting on you.”

“Yeah well I can’t really rush the traffic,” you said, smelling a sweatshirt to see if it was clean. You shrugged and tried to force it over your head while still talking to Jack. “Really, I should be there any minute. I gotta go, really shouldn’t talk and drive. See you soon!” And you hung up.

You had completely forgotten that you and the buttercream boys had plans to see Logan at 4:00 that day. You tamed your hair as much as you could, throwing it in a half up bun and then put on more deodorant whilst trying to brush your teeth. With a spritz of perfume, you grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone, and ran out the door.

Only when you caught your reflection in your car window did you realize what you were wearing. The tan sweatshirt you had picked up off the ground belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Joe. You looked at your phone- 3:41- and realized running back inside and changing would take too long. So, you hopped in your car anyway and started the drive to Joe’s.

You and Joe had been dating in secret for about four months. Neither of you wanted to tell the boys quite yet as you knew once they knew, any privacy you once had would be gone. After all, they loved taking the piss out of each other, and this would be a perfect opportunity for them to do so to you and Joe. Surely they wouldn’t recognize Joe’s jumper. It was only a generic tan jumper. Anyone could own it. Hell, it could’ve been yours.

When you got to Joe’s you parked your car and rushed up to the door and knocked loudly. Only a few seconds passed before it swung open. “(Y/N)!” Caspar cheered immediately. “We gotta get a move on!”

“Yes, I know, I’m late,” you sighed. “Traffic was a bitch.”

“Oh come off it, (Y/N)!” Jack laughed. “We all know you were napping.” You rolled your eyes at them then quickly put all your shit on the counter.

“I have to pee before we go,” you said. The boys all groaned. “You can wait two more minutes!” you laughed. So, you ran off to the bathroom.

As soon as you were out of earshot, the boys began talking. “Joe, isn’t that your jumper?” Jack asked. “The one you’ve been complaining has gone missing?”

“What?” Joe replied immediately. “No, no I don’t think so.”

“Mate are you sure?” Oli said back, quirking an eyebrow. “It looked bloody similar.”

“Why would (Y/N) have my jumper?” he asked back, hoping none of the boys noticed that he was blushing.

“Something isn’t adding up,” Conor said suspiciously, tapping a finger to his chin. “I know a sure fire way to solve this once and for all!”

Before anyone knew what he was doing, Conor snatched your phone up off the counter. “Whoa,” Joe said quickly, standing up from the couch. “You can’t just go through her phone!”

“Well why not?” Josh asked, smirking and folding his arms across his chest.

“Because, because, well it’s private!” Joe stuttered. “What if she has, like, nudes on it or something, huh? You can’t just look at them!”

“If there are nudes of (Y/N) on there I definitely want to see them!” Jack said, looking over his brother’s shoulder at the phone.

“Does anyone know the passcode?” Conor asked, typing 123456 and failing.

“Oi, try Joe’s birthday,” Mikey laughed. “That’d prove something.”

Conor did so, typing 080991.

The phone unlocked.

The first thing that the boys saw was your home screen- a picture of you and Joe kissing.

The boys all let out cheers, patting Joe on the back and tackling him in headlocks.

That was when you walked out of the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” you asked with a laugh. “You’re all acting like animals!” Immediately the boys straightened up and Conor put his hands behind his back. While he had been quick, he wasn’t quick enough. “Conor what are you doing with my phone?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“I don’t have your phone,” Conor said.

“Conor Maynard you show me your hands right now!” you said sternly. He pursed his lips and held his hands out to you, revealing your still unlocked phone. When you took it out of his hand and saw that your home screen was visible, you blushed. “Well,” you said, slipping your phone into the waistband of your leggings, trying to act completely innocent. “What do you all have to say for yourselves?”

“Us?” Jack laughed loudly. “What about you! And you!” He turned to Joe now.

“How long have you two been, been, canoodling?” Caspar asked, his hands now on his hips.

You looked at Joe who was smiling lightly at you, clearly amused that the boys had found out this way. “Four months?” you said, looking at Joe for confirmation. He nodded and walked over to you, putting his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

“You kept this from us for four months?” Conor gasped, holding a hand to his chest.

“Well, you guys aren’t very observant,” you said honestly. “How’d I give it away today? Was it the sweatshirt?” They all nodded and you laughed, “How is that the one thing you notice? We’ve had loads of other slip ups.”

“Like what?” asked Mikey.

“Oh, there was that time I left my bra on his couch,” you laughed. “Or the time I spent the night and you guys came over before I could leave. I had to spend bloody two hours in his closet!”

“Unbelievable,” Oli laughed. “Honestly I’m impressed you’ve kept it hidden this long.”

“Yeah well I’m glad we don’t have to anymore,” you said. You turned your head and placed a kiss on Joe’s cheek. The boys all groaned and made mumbled comments about PDA, but you just smiled. A weight you didn’t even know you were carrying had been lifted off your shoulders.

Astrid Hofferson - Unlikely Savior?

Okay, so, since I was on hiatus, I couldn’t post this one nagging thought that I’ve had for a while. Others have probably had this thought too.

Astrid should be the one to defeat Viggo if he’s alive.

It would just…it would be so great. Now, it’s my belief that Astrid has probably the most reason to, seeing as though she’s been hurt multiple times by him and his hunters. Because of them:

 - Stormfly was captured and used for her spines.

 - Astrid nearly drowned and died after being in the water for who knows how long.

 - Astrid had to lie to Hiccup, which she was very uncomfortable doing and which put a strain on their friendship. (Yeah, I know it was Heather who convinced her to do it, but y’know…by extension).

 - Her only female friend was captured and she had to spend a panic-producing night reassuring herself that the edge would hold up with two people.


 - Basically all the times her friends or she are being attacked.

- The whole bounty business. I don’t care how much you won’t let Astrid play the hero because you’re sexist, RTTE, she must have been really angry about the bounty on her friend.



So forget Hiccup’s need to capture Viggo. If he returns, I want Astrid to be the one to take him down. It would be so epic, man. Viggo is someone who fights with his mind, would it not be perfect if the headstrong axe woman was his downfall? 

It would make up for every single time Damselstrid has made her appearance too. RTTE is seriously sexist about Astrid and Ruff, while hardcore Heather and Hero Hiccup take the glory. Please, just let me have this. If Viggo Grimborn is somehow still alive, then please let Astrid Hofferson defeat him.

Auston Matthews- Years Passed

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

Anon: Can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where he meets his ex/love of his life (reader) from high school several years later and finds out he has a kid?? (Also smut maybe?) thanks!!

You Have no idea how happy I was when I saw this! And I don’t know why but i love this idea a lot so I hope this is what you wanted! I don’t write Smut I’m not comfortable writing it so there’s not any sorry about that.

Y/N smiled as she washed the last of the dishes from lunch with her four year old son Asher. She looked to him as he watched the hockey highlights from last night. When they switched to the Leafs Y/n smile disappeared he had no idea about his own son. She always wondered not telling him was the  best idea. As Asher’s father he had the right to know him and be in his life but she brushed the thought out of her head. He was away playing hockey when she found out she didn’t want him to worry about anything. So she moved out and to Alberta where a couple friends where.


Y/N looked to her son and met his eyes that he got from his father

“Yes buddy what’s up?”

“Can we go to an Oilers game some time?”

Y/N sent her little boy a smile he had been asking to go see an NHl game for the longest time. But she never really had the money to do but she had been trying to save money.

“Maybe soon buddy.”

he sighed “Okay.”

Later on in the day as Y/N was at the park with her son a some friends the talk of hockey came up.

“So Richard taking Liam to a Oilers Leaf game.”

“that sounds like fun, I know Asher’s been bugging me for months to go see a game.”

“Well I can’t go and neither can Liam friend why don’t you two join them, I know Liam would love to have a friend and Richard would like another adult to talk too and plus you know more hockey than any of us here!”

“No Molly I can’t I don’t know.”

“Come on you said Ash wanted to go this is your chance to take him.”


“No but’s i just texted Richard so he knows it’s this Sunday night my two boys will pick you up and drop you off.”

Y/N smiled at her friend who gave her smile back Y/N looked to her little boy as he sat on the swing set’s with his friends. After finishing up at the park and in the car Y/N told Asher’s about the game.

“So Buddy you know how you wanted to go see a Oilers game?”

“Yeah! I want to go see Connor Mcdavid!”

“well Liam and mr. Andrews have invited us to go to a game this Sunday.”


Y/N laughed before nodding making Asher throw his arms up in the air and start talking about how he was going to see his favorite player. The whole car ride was him going on and on about hockey and the game not that Y/N minded. That night after she finally got asher’s to bed she sat in her own bed on her laptop. When she got a message on facebook she opened it and was surprised to see it was Auston Asher’s father.

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I was bored on my way to uni, so I decided to mull over some fake banter between Asala (the elf-blooded teenage daughter of one of my Qunari Inquisitors, Taashath Adaar) and the companions, should she tag along on missions.


Asala: So you’re like the Qunari-Qunari, are you? All right and proper?

Bull: [chuckles] Oh, I am seldom proper, kid. But yes, I follow the Qun.

Asala: You know, my Da’s not that different from you.

Bull: [grunts disapprovingly]

Asala: No, but you see: you’d think he’d be able to do anything he wants without you Bennies watching over him? Well, nah! With a face and horns like those, you can only be a merc, and nothing else! It’s like a role - only instead of the Qun, it’s assigned to you by humans, and you can never escape! You can’t be an artist, or a baker, or a tailor… Did you know that my Da is actually great at making lace? He…

Taashath: Asala!

Asala: Fine, fine… Shutting up.

Bull: [thoughtfully to himself] Bennies…


Cassandra: When I was your age, I had already spent many years training as a Seeker.

Asala: Is that why you are so uptight? Jealous that I get to have fun and you didn’t?

Cassandra: [disgusted noise] My point is that you could at least try learning to be more disciplined. Your father worries about you; it… it distracts him from his duties.

Asala: Yeah, well, so do you, but you don’t see me prattling to you about discipline, yeah?

Varric (if in party): Hah! Good retort, Braids!

Cassandra: I… I don’t know what you mean… How could I possibly…

Asala: Go discipline your cheekbones, Lady Seeker. They are too distracting.


Vivienne: If I were you, my dear, I’d spend less time around that Sera character.

Sera (if in party): She’s not a baby, yeah? She can pick whatever friends she likes, with no help from bossy bitches like you!

Vivienne: All those… unseemly pranks, races around the keep in the middle of the night - and you are picking up some of her mannerisms, too! That is quite unbecoming for the Inquisitor’s daughter.

Asala: But I swear I saw you smile when I did that thing to Cullen!

Vivienne: It was… mildly amusing, yes - but that is not my point, darling.

(If Sera is in party) Asala and Sera together: No breeches!


Asala: Hey, can I poke you for a moment?

Solas: Not in the literal sense, I hope?

Sera (if in party): Aww look, Master Egghead is still upset about the tadpoles in his mug!

Asala: No… I just thought you might look at this for me. It’s, um, a bracelet - but I can’t put it on cuz my wrists are too big, so I wear it on a chain like an amulet of sorts. It belonged to my mother.

Solas: It has… Elvhen writing on it.

Asala: Sure it does! My mother was an elf!

Sera (if in party): Eww, I knew you were part elfy, but I never figured you’d be hold-on-to-weird-junk sorta elfy!

Solas: And I suppose you want me to translate it for you? Very well. I shall examine it when we are in a quieter place.


Sera (if she was in party during the previous banter): Hey, ‘bout last time. I… I sorta take it back and all. You are all right, even with the elfy junk bits!

Taashath: You make it sound like she should be ashamed of her mother!

Sera: Whoah, don’t go all red-eyed on me!

Asala: Da, she didn’t mean anything by it.

Sera: Sure I did! I meant s'all good!

Taashath: Hmph. All the same, think before you talk next time.

Vivienne (if in party): Sometimes you are impossibly demanding, my dear.


Solas: That inscription on your mother’s bracelet - it is a prayer to Mythal. I translated the whole text and sent my notes up to your quarters.

Asala: Oh, thanks Egg… I mean Solas. After all these years, we’ll finally know what it means! Even my mother herself could only make out a couple of words. Right, Da?

Taashath: Yes. Most of the folks in Liliel’s alienage could barely read common, let alone the language of the ancient elves.

Solas: That is… Most unfortunate.

Sera (if in party): Ya know what’s unfortunate? Going this long without food! I think I’ll go shoot a ram or somethin’.


Asala: You know, Blackwall, the way you go on, I could make a sport of dangling off a cliff to see who runs faster to catch me, you or Da.

Taashath: Don’t even think about it!

Blackwall: Your safety is not a joking matter!

Asala: Ugh, why do you never loosen up around me? Is it something about my face? My voice? Me being taller than you?

Blackwall: You are the Inquisitor’s child. My first duty is to protect you.

Asala: This child is seven-bloody-teen years old, thank you very much.

Blackwall: I thought your father said you had only turned sixteen recently.

Asala: I’ll get back on that when you’re less boring.


Asala: Hey Bull, are there singers under the Qun? Or writers?

Bull: That what you wanna be, kid?

Asala: Yeah, kinda… But have you ever seen a Vashoth singer anywhere?

Bull: Can’t say I have. Unless you count drunken singing in taverns.

Asala: Do you think the Qunari Tama… things would have picked the right role for me? The role that matches what I wanna do with my life?

Taashath: Don’t put any ideas into her head, Bull!

Bull: Wasn’t going to, boss. Like I said, the Qun is not for everyone. That teenage rebellion thing your kid likes doing - probably wouldn’t end well.


Varric: These poems you write, Braids - they are pretty good.

Asala: Wow, really?

Varric: You actually make the words rhyme without making the whole thing seem like one of those grating kiddy songs.

Asala: Hah, I don’t suppose there are too many kiddy songs about gravestones and doomed lovers and such.

Taashath: About that… I could never get why you have to make all your stuff so dark!

Varric: She’s a teenager, Floofy. Writing dark poetry is part of her job description. But unlike some teenagers, she is actually good at it.


Cassandra: I… I happened to be passing by when Varric was looking at your last poem, and accidentally glanced over his shoulder.

Asala: Oh? So now you’re gonna tell me that poetry’s undisciplined too?

Cassandra: No, I just… Why did that woman’s husband have to die?

Asala: So she’d mourn him and break the reader’s heart?

Varric (if in party): Don’t bother, Braids. The Seeker only accepts happily-ever-afters.

Cassandra: That is… the most ludicrous reasoning I ever heard! Besides, she had plenty of opportunity to come to his aid in that battle! If she had flanked the enemies that he had engaged…

Asala: She isn’t based on you, you know. Because that would mean her hubby’s based on Da, and I can’t kill off my own father!

Cassandra: [disgusted noise]


Dorian: I hear you made quite a scene at the execution site.

Asala: Hah, I sure did! Shame you weren’t there to see it!

Dorian: I deemed drinking myself witless to be a far more pleasant pastime than watching your father cut off my former mentor’s head.

Taashath: Dorian, we’ve been over this.

Dorian: With you, yes. But not with the girl. She deserves a personal thank you for standing up to a certain valiant leader.

Asala: I am great at that. Years of practice.

(Some time later)

Dorian: I wonder… What exactly did you say to change his mind?

Asala: Well, Da ranted on and on about how your hooded friend turned me into a dead chunk of red lyrium in the bad future, and how hurt and angry he was. And I said, 'So now you know how he is feeling!’. And then Da made this droopy face he is making now and…

Taashath: Will you two please change the subject?

Dorian: Very well. Pray tell me, young Asala, what are your sentiments towards grapes?


Cole: Flowing, rhythmic patterns, cryptic but beautiful, how does he do it? You… You really like the way I talk?

Asala: Of course I do! It’s like you’re brimming over with poetry all the time!

Cole: I just try to sort through things I hear. It’s hard sometimes, when people are so solid and are hurting too loudly. I… may not make a lot of sense.

Asala: Hey, I don’t make a lot of sense either! We can start a club!


Blackwall: And then he said: but at least the turkey still has its tail!

Asala: Hah, finally! I knew you were not completely hopeless! What a great un-boring story!

Blackwall: It’s from my old army days.

Asala: Huh, I thought army humour would be dirtier.

Blackwall: It is. I had to censor it somewhat so your father wouldn’t kill me.

(Some time later)

Asala: What about Grey Warden humour? Is it dirty too?

Blackwall: Well… The thing is, by the time I joined the Wardens, I had lost some of my boyish penchant for amusing tales.

Asala: Too bad… Well, army humour it is, then! Do I get to hear the uncensored version when I turn eighteen?

Taashath: Asala!


(After the cutscene where Dorian tells Taashath that Felix died)

Dorian: It was you, wasn’t it?

Asala: Salt sprinkles on Josie’s chocolate? Yeah, it was me. But I only added a little!

Dorian: No, I mean that poem on Alexius’ desk. The one about the man who planted a tree and then, when it withered, remembered how he had sat in its shade? He told me about it this morning.

Asala: I have no idea what you’re talking about! Trees! Shade! I’d never write such sappy nonsense!

Dorian: You brought the man who almost destroyed the world to the verge of tears. That is quite an accomplishment, young lady - and I say that as an incredibly accomplished person myself.


Asala: So… You and Da - did you do the bnb thing or what?

Cassandra: Bnb? What manner of teenage jargon is this?

Asala: Oh, you know… Birds and bees.

Cassandra: Birds and… Oh! Oh, I see!

Taashath: Asala, leave the Lady Seeker alone!

Asala: Still Lady Seeker, huh? So I guess you didn’t do it… What’s stopping you? I mean, you have the hots for each other - it’s sooo obvious!

Taashath: Asala, stop this - or so help me, when we return to Skyhold, you’re grounded!


Cole: Woke up from a nightmare again. Demons, calling, clawing, constricting; Uldred’s eyes, bottomlessly black, suddenly not two but a dozen; Meredith bathed in crimson. And then - soft, soothing, shimmering, rainbows dancing over his bed. It had been so long since he started the morning with a smile.

Taashath: What are you talking about, Cole?

Asala: We put shards of coloured glass into the holes in Cullen’s ceiling. Now they both protect him from the rain and give off pretty light!

Taashath: Wait, have you been climbing the roof?

Cole: She didn’t fall. She didn’t die. Today is another day when she didn’t die.

Asala: Yeah… Thanks for this cheery thought, Cole.

Cole: It wasn’t me. It was your father.


Dorian: The books I ordered from Tevinter have finally arrived.

Asala: Does this mean you’ll give me a lesson tonight?

Dorian: Of course. You already have those Orlesian volumes, don’t you? Southern historians are biased against Tevinter; our historians are biased against the rest of the world… It will be educational to pit them against one another.

Asala: And fun!

Taashath: Wait, did my daughter just call learning fun?

Dorian: Why the tone of surprise? What did you try to teach her?

Taashath: How to run a merc company.

Dorian: Well, there you have it!


Asala: Um, Cassandra… If you hesitate about Da because of me - please don’t.

Cassandra: Because of you?

Asala: Yeah, like… If you worry that I’ll hate you for stealing him and replacing my mother and all.

Cassandra: Nothing could be further from my mind! Even if my relationship with the Inquisitor wasn’t strictly professional!

Asala: Well, in case it ever stops being 'strictly professional’ - I don’t even remember my mother. Da raised me alone. And I actually think it’d be good for him to have someone in his life. Take care of the stupid old fella and all.

Taashath: I heard that!


(After Taashath saves the Chargers)

Asala: Hey, Bull… Don’t look so glum! Remember that time you said the Qun isn’t for everyone? Maybe it wasn’t for you too. It just took you this long to figure out.

Bull: Hmph. And what do you suppose is for me then?

Asala: Maryden put some of my poems to music. She’ll be singing them tonight at the tavern. Krem will come, and the other Chargers. I think if you come too, you’ll understand what is for you.

Bull: Huh, I think you spend too much time round Cole. That cryptic shit is beginning to rub off.

Taashath: Bull, what did I tell you?

Bull: Oh, right, boss - don’t swear in front of the kid! Fuck, I’m sorry!


(After Revelations)

Asala: You know, it’s kinda funny.

Blackwall: What is?

Asala: I heard stories about the Grey Wardens plenty of times when I was a kid, with the Blight having recently ended and all. And when I met you, you were just like I imagined the Grey Wardens should be.

Blackwall: And now… I have disappointed you.

Asala: What? No! The Grey Wardens are gonna disappoint me from now on, if they don’t pull off all this amazing noble-warrior-atoning-for-his-past stuff!

Blackwall: You… You don’t know the whole story, do you?

Asala: I know enough to believe that you deserve sticking around with our Inquisition. And you can always tell me the uncensored version when I am eighteen, right?


Cassandra: Are you feeling better now? Have you asked Vivienne for a potion?

(If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: She has indeed, my dear. But such things are generally not discussed in public.

(Otherwise) Asala: Sure! But do we… do we have to discuss my darkspawn week in front of everyone?

Cassandra: I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

Asala: Aww, thanks, mom.

Cassandra: You do not have to call me ’m'am’.

Asala: I wasn’t.


(After Last Resort of Good Men)

Asala: Damn, Dorian.

Dorian: Was that expletive a sign of admiration for my good looks?

Asala: I mean… My Da yells at me sometimes, and tries to punish me when I mess up… And this makes me think that he is the meanest person in the world… But it’s nothing like what you went through, is it?

Dorian: Oh, there were plenty of temper tantrums on my part too.

Asala: And for good reason! Me, I’m just a selfish teenager who wants attention - but you… You are amazing and you deserve better!

Dorian: You are not exactly worthless yourself, young lady.


(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)

Vivienne: Bastien’s family shall be holding a musical salon as a tribute to both himself and his wife. I would very much like it if you attended, my dear.

Asala: Whaa- ? Really?

Vivienne: If your father gives you permission, of course. You have such a wonderful singing voice; it is wasted in the courtyards and bath houses of Skyhold.

Asala: But… Won’t they be scared of me being… me? Unless you give me a mask to wear, I suppose.

Vivienne: It will be a half-face mask only; otherwise how would you sing?

Asala: Oh.

Vivienne: Being who you are ought to be a source of strength, not weakness. Always remember that, darling.

Stars in the Night: Chapter 1

AHHHH I ALREADY FINISHED CHAPTER 1 WHAT. Literally I excepted me to take a long, long time to plan this all out and get it out to y’all. But it all just flowed out nice and perfectly. Love when that happens.

I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. I’d love to know!!

Tagging @nifwrites and @cupnoodle-queen because they are my inspiration for this series and they’re just cool people. Also tagging some other friends: @stunninglyignis, @themissimmortal, @stephicness, @itshaejinju, @lupanaoflaminar, and @ebony-and-chocobos <33 

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Each news paper throughout the entirety of Crowncity read the exact same headline and reported on the exact same story.

The war was ending!

 Everyone, rejoice!

 We must celebrate the unification of the Oracle and the Prince of our great country.

Stella rolled her heterochromatic eyes: one of an icy blue, and the other of jade. She crumbled her newspaper into a ball before tossing it over her shoulder. “I don’t believe the Empire for a godsdamned second.”

The morning work rush was the only time Stella and her roommate and partner had time to catch up on matters that existed outside a garage.  The two young woman would spend hours— possibly even days at a time without seeing a single hint of the city that laid just outside their makeshift auto shop.

They sat together at their usual table at their usual place; a small breakfast café that served the best coffee in all of Insomnia.  It was always their go to place after pulling an all-nighter working on cars and various other pieces of technology.

“You and me both, Stell,” Di muttered before bringing her cup of coffee to her lips. “Seems like we’re the only ones in the whole damn city, though.”

“That’s what happens when you’re in constant contact with people outside of the city,” Stella speculated, readjusting the fingerless, black, leather gloves over her right hand. “Funny how Geography will entirely change someones opinion on political matters. We have to start looking for a place out there.”

“As much as I’d love that, you know the pay is better here than out there. We’re barely making it by as it is,” Di sighed, crossing her legs underneath the table.

“I mean, we take enough trips out there. Half our money is probably just spent on gas,” Stella protested.

“Eh,” Di shrugged before taking in her last sip of coffee. “Maybe we’ll just get lucky… maybe one of our soulmates is filthy rich,” the dark skinned girl smirked to herself, placing her empty cup on the metal table that was absolutely covered in crumbs from the scones they had devoured as their breakfast.

A laugh escaped Stella’s pink lips. “Come on, you know I don’t believe in that soulmate stuff. Besides, the last thing I want to do is rely on a man for money. I’d rather struggle on my own than be dependent on someone else.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Di fingered at her messy pony tail that lingered over her strong, broad shoulders. “Can you imagine? Being born or married into a life like Lady Lunarfreya or Prince Noctis? They never have to worry about making rent or having enough money to afford a meal other than cup noodles.”

“Yeah, but they have to worry about being assassinated. I think that takes a bigger emotional toll. It would on me anyway,” Stella gave a small smile as she tossed her long, wavy ginger hair over her shoulder. “Anyway, you wanna get going? It’s gonna take us at least an hour to get out the city.”

“Yeah, let’s head out,” Dia stood up from her seat. “Thank the Six that Hammerhead isn’t that far from the city. I really don’t feel like driving for a full day.”

Stella pushed upward to stand on her feet. “Let’s get going, then. Cindy’s already texted me eight times,” she pulled the cell phone of her jean’s pocket. 

With a sudden jerk of her hand, the cell phone fell straight from Stella’s gloved hand to the café’s hardwood floor. “Ow!” Stella shouted without warning. Di simply smirked.

“Your soulmate getting into another fight, I assume? I don’t know how you claim you don’t believe in soulmates when the guy is constantly getting you beat up,” Di referred to the sensory link  that was shared between all soulmates on Eos. Whenever one half of the pair was in pain, the other felt their agony. Emotional or physical. 

“It’s just gas, I swear,” Stella assured her voice going raspy, placing a hand on the newly tender spot on her stomach. With ease, she lowered herself and retrieved her phone, revealing the new crack that spread across the glass screen. “Dammit!” Stella groaned. “Whoever this guys is, he owes me a new phone!” She turned the phone to show the evidence of the crack to Di, who simply giggled.

“So you believe in soulmates now, right?”

“If it means if I get a new phone… then yes, I believe and will graciously allow my prince charming to sweep me off my feet!”

“C’mon Noct, get up. I didn’t hit you that hard,” Gladiolus taunted with a smirk, holding his great sword over his shoulder with ease.

“I’m glad you’re know so much about what hurts me and what doesn’t,” Noctis grumbled, still recovering from getting the wind knocked out of him. He propped himself upward against his elbow before pushing himself up on his feet once again. “Listen, can we be done for the day? I’m starving.”

“If you buy me pizza, then sure. We can be done for the day,” the future King’s Shield smirked as his sword vanished from his grasp.

“Sounds like a fair deal—“

“Highness,” a familiar voice sounded from behind the Prince.

“Sup, Specs,” Gladio greeted Noctis’s royal advisor, and mutual friend.

“I apologize for interrupting, but there are some important matters to discuss,” Ignis explained, his eyes meeting up with Noctis’s.

“How important?” Noctis groaned, placing a hand on his hip. “Me and the big guy were gonna go out and grab some pizza. Can’t it wait until after?”

“I am afraid not.”

Huffing out a sigh, Noctis walked to the door in which Ignis stood. “Fine,” his shoulders slumped.

You owe me that pizza, Noct. Don’t forget about it,” Gladio called as the Prince and Advisor turned there backs and exited the room.  The door shut with a distinct click before Noctis was able to return his banter.

“So what’s up, Specs?” Noctis asked as he and Ignis walked down the hallway side by side.

“His Majesty just finished his meeting with Niflheim’s Chancellor,” Ignis informed.

“Alright?” Noctis retorted unenthusiastically.

Was this news worth missing out on pizza?

“You father has surrendered all Lucis territories outside of Insomnia in order to halt the war from worsening,” Ignis continued. Noctis’s eyebrows raised in surprise. His father wouldn’t do that. Before Noctis had a chance to interject his comments of confusion, Ignis continued. “And you must wed Lady Lunafreya.”

Noctis halted his footsteps. “Wait, what?” He muttered, rather exasperated.

His whole world seemed to come to a stunning halt as his thoughts threw him backwards, spiraling him into the past. 

“Dad? Is Luna my soulmate?” Noctis questioned his father. Being a simple eight year old child, he never grasped the idea of ‘soulmates.’

“No, Noctis. Luna is not your soulmate.”

“Oh. How can you tell?”

King Regis smiled, kneeling down to reach his sons level. Carefully, he took the Prince’s left hand into his. “See this mark right here?” He tapped on the strange shaped blob that rest upon the top of Noctis’s hand.

“Of the carbuncle?”

“Yes,” the King confirmed. “If Luna was in fact your soulmate, she would have the exact mirror of this image on her right hand.”

“Oh,” Noctis breathed, deep in thought. “Who is Luna’s soulmate then? How do I find my soulmate? What happens if I don’t have a soulmate?” He bombarded his father with questions, not even bothering to take a breath between his sentences.

His father simply chuckled at his child’s interest. “That is for Lady Lunafreya to find out on her own. Her soulmate will come to her in time, just as yours will, Noctis. You are the future King of Lucis. There is someone the Astrals created special just for you. Just as they created your mother for me,” a sad smile grew across the Kings lips.

“Marry Luna?” Noctis repeated, his blue eyes going wide.

“It is for the good of Lucis, Noct.”

Noctis blinked at his friend. “I… uh— yeah, Iggy, you’re right,” he averted his eyes to the marking he so proudly wore on the back of his left palm. A tinge of sadness washed through him.

“I understand how this can come as rather unfortunate news to you,” Ignis began, sympathy growing in his voice, observing as the Prince studied the symbol on his hand.

“No Ignis, it’s fine,” Noctis assured. “I care about Lunafreya.”

“I know but—“

“If I am to spend my life with someone other than my soulmate, I’m glad it’s Luna.”

Nonsense (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2,895

Genre: Smut

A/N: Sorry for the wait~ I hope you enjoy ^^

The sickening thought pierces you as you’re curled up on your couch, Inkigayo playing on the screen. Jungkook is doing his best as always, flashing the camera looks that he always says “aren’t sexy”, but undeniably are. His hips thrust forward and his movements are perfect, ARMY screaming in the background, always the faithful studio audience.

And—watching the kind-hearted, hard-working boy on screen—you think something that scares you.

I’m not good enough for him.

Not good enough for the golden maknae—the boy who can do everything. Sing, rap, dance—he’s even got the looks and the personality to back it up. And in comparison to all of that…who are you? You’re so normal in comparison to him. Sure, you’re not a bad singer, and you try hard at your job and your school work, but…

He’s too good for me.

Your heart aches at the terrifying realization, your lips pressing into a straight line. Your entire body tenses, distraught because your boyfriend is…beyond you. Why had he chose to date you of all people? Surely there were prettier, more talented girls that he could choose from. So many ARMY’s you’d spotted at fan-meets were so beautiful…

“Shit,” you whisper, the first fallen tears tumbling down your cheeks, the water droplets plopping onto your bare hands. Hurriedly you rush to wipe the wetness away, but despite your efforts the tears don’t stop. The negative thoughts in your mind continue to weigh down on you, and no matter how hard you try to rationalize—try to convince yourself otherwise—the thoughts persist.

Burying your face in your palms, teeth tightly grit, you hardly notice when the broadcast ends. The ending ment takes place, the artists’ way goodbye, and the next program begins. By the time you finally look up—eyes stinging and vision blurry—it’s been a good half an hour.

“Fuck–!” you hiccup, making a dive for the coffee table where you phone is resting. After the show tonight he’d been planning to come over and spend time with you—but he can’t see you like this! Oh god—

To your utter horror, the minute you unlock the device a new message flashes on the screen.

Jeon Jungkookie <3

I’m right around the corner. Unlock the door for me cuz I know you’ll forget.

Panicked, you glance up at your door, actually debating running over to lock it when you notice that it’s already unlocked.


You don’t have to come! I’m sure you’re tired!

…is what your hurriedly type as an excuse, hoping that maybe for once he’ll actually listen. Maybe for once he’ll actually feel tired and will agree that the dorm will be more comfortable, and—

Jeon Jungkookie <3

Nope~ I’m in the lobby. And yeah I’m tired—I plan to spend the rest of the night sleeping with you in my arms.

His words would normally make your heart flutter with love and excitement—because it’s not often that Jungkook says such cute or romantic words—but tonight his statement causes you to almost faint. No no no no—no! He can’t—you can’t—

At that moment the handle to your apartment jiggles—apparently you hadn’t turned the lock all the way—and you hear Jungkook mumble a little curse. He continues messing with the handle—knowing by now how to get it to unlock for him—and you take that second to vault over the couch. You reach your bedroom threshold just as Jungkook opens the front door.

“Hey–,” he starts at seeing you, a smile on his face. He figures that maybe you want to mess with him a little—play a little game of tag because you love not making anything easy for him—but the minute you turn to slam the door shut and he sees the panic on your face, his smile drops.

“Hey, Y/N–,” he tries again, taking a hurried stride forward. However, before he can make it to the door you have it shut and locked, your back pressed against the smooth wood as you slide down to the floor, your chest shaking with a new round of sobs.

“Y/N, hey, c’mon, what’s wrong,” Jungkook immediately begs, his knuckles lightly knocking against the door. The deep-rooted concern in his voice immediately has you crying harder—your noises of distress now reaching his ears.

Jungkook’s heart cracks instantly, his palms pressing flat against the door. His voice catches in his throat, mind blanking. He’s not sure what to do. What the hell managed to get you so upset??

“Y/N, jagi, please,” he tries gently, moving to test the door knob. Of course it’s locked. “Please talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I…,” is all you manage, wrapping your arms around your knees. Your sobs have quieted despite the steady flow of tears. “I…”

“Please let me in. Talk to me—you can trust me, I promise.”

“Jungkook…,” you begin tentatively, mind feeling numb despite your hammering heart. You set your mouth in a frown, brushing away the wetness staining your cheeks.

“Should we break up?” you ask, a broken laugh following the proposal.

The apartment sits in silence for good few seconds, your throat constricting with each tick of the clock, and then finally—

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jungkook’s voice isn’t angry. He’s…shocked, confused, even heart-broken at the proposition. “Do you…do you seriously think that? Y/N, what the—?”

“You’re too good for me!” you shout suddenly, unable to take the wave of hurt that has washed into his tone. “I’m…I’m just…me! And you’re the golden maknae of BTS! I don’t deserve you! It’s—I mean—it’s just…”

Your head is spinning all over again, too many emotions coursing through you at once.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s stern voice suddenly breaks through the silence, your racing thoughts screaming to a halt. “Open the door.”


“Please. Open the door,” he says, serious. Immediately you waver, eyes shifting back to look at the locked door knob. You can still hear the sadness hidden behind his calm tone, but you also know that he’s being 100% serious. He wants you to open the door.

Taking a deep breath, smearing away any left-over tears, you push to your feet and turn to face the door. Slowly you lift your hand, fingers grasping the lock and twisting it open. The click echoes throughout the silent apartment, and you step back as the handle twists.

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