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Open Ending | R.M.

 imagine requested by @ladyannikki

Summary: In which you get paired up for a project with Reggie friggin’ Mantle, and you just so happen to witness the duration & the aftermath of the scene in 1x02

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Originally posted by tt-aeils

bear with me please this is my first bullet point fic and my first fanfic since like 7th grade?? mlp was a dark stage

-okay so you aren’t tumblr famous really but you do have a few hundred followers on tumblr and you put time and effort in your theme and stuff, like ur blog is classy but trashy,,

-you pretty much use Tumblr daily and you are a bts blogger and post gifs that you make for bts and a few headcanons

-so one day in math class you get like 30 notifications that someone liked and reblogged your gifs

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 3.

Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball. 




Originally posted by riverdalesource

(GIF not mine.)

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Daddy’s Girl

Titled: ‘Daddy’s Girl.’ 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader 

Summary/A/N:  “Imagine You are Jensen’s daughter and you guest star on Supernatural and Uncle Jared and Daddy play with you on set.” You should make a fic out of this. Well, sure! This was requested by @chrisssyym and I really hope you got what you wanted! 

Warnings: Single Daddy!Jensen, little angst, but lots of fluff! Italics are flashback. The bold is the flashback within the flashback.

Tagging: @sis-tafics @mysteriouslyme81 @winchesters-favorite-girl@daughters-and-winsisters @spnsisimagines @winchester-writes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sincerelysaraahh @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall@winchesterwhisper @waywardsons-imagines @winchester-writes@winchesterfics @winchesterenthusiast @winchester-clique @soaringeag1e@spnfeelstrain @msimpala67 @ivvitm1109 @mkay-chan@the-mrs-deanwinchester  @one-shots-supernatural @mysupernaturalfics@supernatural-jackles @bringmesomepie56@youwerelikeadream@mysteriouslyme81 @zombi3gyrl07@beatlesobsessionlove @wanderer-08@madelineannmolder @feelmyroarrrr@girl-next-door-writes @oh-goodness-loki @chantillilace @mysupernaturalfics @castiels-sweet-little-grace @supernotnaturalcas @atc74 @mommaton@ilostmyshoe-79 @my–heroine@curliesallovertheplace @blacktithe7@pureawesomeness001 @little-red-83@deansbaekaz2y5 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels@therewillbeblood @meeshw777 @intimeandspacewithyou

Jensen didn’t appear the least bit surprised when at their next con someone asked after the latest Supernatural episode if that was his daughter who was the guest star. Jensen was more than happy to talk about his baby girl. 

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Do You Think Red Is My Color?

An: This is for an Anon who wanted a reader who had a personality like Isabelle Lightwood  with any of the Batboys so hopefully it turned out how they liked it ^_^

“Do you think red is my color?

Jason’s blue eyes shift from the magazine he was flipping through on his lap to you. He flicks his eyes over your form appreciating the sight.

“I always thought it was gold, but I’m making this look really good,” you say spinning around to admire the outfit.

If he was honest, there was nothing particularly special about the outfit, at least by your standards. A cropped halter top and shorts that nearly left your ass hanging out wasn’t something that bothered him anymore. You were confident in the way that you looked and often showed it with your choice in outfits. When you first got together, he often found himself becoming angry at your choice in clothing and demanded that you tone down your dress a bit. However, after the first couple of screaming matches and a week without talking to each other, he’d dropped the issue. The color was nice though, red was probably one of the colors he liked on you best.

“You look good, babe.” He said with a shrug. “We’re just going to meet up with everyone though, I don’t think they’ll care what you are wearing.”

“Jason!” you say with a gasp in faux outrage. “You should use every opportunity you can to be at your best, even if it’s just around family.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so,” you say with a smirk walking over to your dresser and slipping on bracelets over your wrists. “Does the bar we are going to have good food?”

“Don’t know, never been,” he says turning his attention back to the page in front of him.

You cut your eyes over to the bed were your boyfriend was lounging, slightly perturbed at his nonchalant attitude.

You walk over to the bed and begin to straddle him. He looks up at you and raises an eyebrow in question as you pull the magazine from his hands.

“What?” He questions.

“Why does it seem like you don’t want to leave the house?” You ask using your hand to push some of his hair back.

He sighs and places his hands on your hips, “Truthfully, I’d rather stay home. We have a perfectly good television here, and the only screaming that I’ll have to hear is yours.”

“If we stayed home, how would I show off my pretty outfit?”

“You can show me all the pretty outfits you want, here, at home,” he says slipping his hand to the back of your head and pulling you down for a quick kiss.

You smile when his lips touch yours but you pull away and place your hands on his shoulders.

“I want to go and watch the game, with our friends, in a large crowded bar, and eat onion rings,” you say wiping a bit of your lipstick off his lips with your thumb. “So, change out of that disgusting shirt so I can go have fun.”

He looks at you with a frown on his face and stares blankly before he relents with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.



“There he is,” you say pointing to one of  the tables. The familiar mop of dark hair and the orange spacewoman sitting next to him easily give away Dick’s position.

“I see him,” Jason mumbles already annoyed with loud atmosphere of the bar.

“Don’t be such a sour puss,” you say squeezing his large hand in yours and pulling him through the bar.

As you walk through the bar a whistle rolls through the air and almost simultaneously Jason scans the crowd looking for the offender. When he looks around he can see the not so subtle side glances being cast at your form and it causes his shoulders to tense up in irritation.

“Hello Richard,” you say with a smile as you approach.

His blue eyes lookup and catch yours and though he groans at your words, he can’t help the smile that comes across his face.

“When are you going to stop calling me that,” He says standing up to give you an embrace.

“Never. The fact that you willingly let people call you Dick, is something that I will never understand,” you say pulling back from the hug.

“Most people’s minds don’t go there when they say my name,” he defends.

“Oh, they most certainly do Richard, don’t be silly.” Your gaze shifts to the redheaded woman standing beside him, “Hello Kori, you’re looking extra highlighter orange today.”

“Hey don’t-“Richard starts.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, bird brain. It’s a compliment,” You say as you hug the tall woman. “You’re absolutely glowing today, Kori.”

The woman smiles at the praise and returns the embrace and the two of you sit across from each other, “Thank you.”

“It’s the sex, isn’t it?” You question with a raised eyebrow.

Dick begins coughing, seemingly choking on air while Jason let’s out an embarrassed cough of his own.

Kori’s green eyes blink at you for a moment before she answers, “Yes, it is. How did you know?”

“I know post coital glow when I see it,” you say with a wink.

“You’re very perceptive, where did you pick up such a skill?”


“Why don’t we order some drinks before the game starts and things really get crazy?” Dick interjects, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Thank God,” Jason mumbles as he begins to call for the waitress.


After a round of beer, three tequila shots each, and an apple martini for you, the four of you find yourselves excitedly yelling at the screen with the other patrons at the bar. There are thirty seconds left in the game and your team is ahead by two points.

“Don’t be stupid!” You yell out from your position on Jason’s lap as you watch the player with the ball timidly make a plan.

A few patrons yell in agreement and another decides to be more direct with their commentary.

“Yeah, listen to the pretty lady.”

Jason’s hands almost instinctively pull you against him more at the comment.

In your haze, your eyes scan the people at the bar and find that the remark came from a man sitting not too far away from you.  You send him a wink and he allows a suggestive smile to cross his face.

You turn your attention away from him and back to the screen and find yourself clapping and cheering with the others as the opposing team misses their last chance to score and the time on the clock winds down.

You miss the way that Jason’s eyes narrow at the exchange and the frown that pulls at his lips.

As the television flashes to the individual players for post-game interviews the loudness of the bar begins to subside. You stand and stretch; your body feels tight even despite all of the alcohol. Your shirt begins to ride up, revealing even more of your stomach than it was previously.

Jason notices the man who commented on you earlier, take a long sip of his beer as his eyes scan up and down your form, lingering on your shapelier places.

His foot starts to tap in anger and he feels warm, not only from the closeness of the packed room, but from the amount of alcohol running through his veins. He tries to stay quiet and sip at some of the water that he’d ordered, if he reacted the way he wanted to, he might cause more trouble than the situation is actually worth.


“I think we’re going to head out guys,” Dick says as he stands up, his legs slightly unsteady from the drinking.

Kori stands with him as they use each other to steady themselves, “This was fun, next time perhaps we should watch sports ball at our apartment.”

“Did you not know what sport was being played?” You question blinking at her.

“Yes?” She lies.

“Next time,” you pause as hiccup forces its way past your lips. “We’ll do this at your place and I’ll explain the rules to you, okay?”

She nods and the two of them begin to stumble their way out of the bar.

You turn to Jason, “I’m going to go to the bathroom and then we can grro-I mean go.”

“Be careful,” he warns as you stumble away from the table. “You look a little dizzy.”

“I can do this,” you retort hands on your hips. “I’m an adult.”

You begin to walk forward and almost instantly your foot catches on air and you’re flying forward. Jason leaps from his seat to catch you but he’s too late. Large hands grip your shoulders and force you to the upright position.

You blink dreamily at the form in front of you before you realize that it is the same man who’s been flirting with you the entire time.

“Careful there, beautiful,” he chastises playfully as he notes your surprised expression. “Wouldn’t want you to ruin that face of yours.”

“Even If I had a bloody nose I’d still look better than half the dogs in this place,” you state with a smirk. Even when you’re intoxicated, you never miss a chance to flout your beauty.

“I think you’re right about that, doll,” the man says with a tilt of his head. His blond hair tilts with him and there is a hint of a playful nature shooting through his green eyes. You note that he’s not bad looking, he’s certainly no Jason, but he’s perfectly handsome enough for someone who would wish to settle for less.

One of the man’s hands finds itself drifting down from its position on your shoulder and is resting on the exposed part of your back as he attempts to pull your closer to his body.

“Uh-oh,” you say with a smile as an intoxicated chuckle forces its way past your lips. “My boyfriend isn’t going to like that.”

“No, he’s not,” Jason huffs through clenched teeth.

“I’m just talking to her,” the man said a little angrily, his light eyebrows furrowing as the young man approaches. “The girl is free to make her own choices, isn’t she?”

“Of course, she is, and she doesn’t like being talked about like she’s not here,” you say your own temper flaring.

“Let go of my girlfriend,” Jason says as steadily as he can. He thought that his anger was causing him to sober up, but now he’s not so sure. He can see you clearly, but there is two of the guy, and he’s not sure which one the real one is.

“Fine whatever,” the man roughly pushes you into Jason. Luckily once you crash into his solid frame the two of you don’t fall over. “If she wasn’t sharing, she shouldn’t have dressed like a slut.”

“Hey, you fucker-” you start, but it’s too late. Jason has launched himself at the man…well to the side of the man. His fist in the air, he misses the guys face by about five inches and his large body goes crashing into another patron.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you run over to check over on your fallen beau. “Jason?”

He groans slightly as he mutters an apology to the man under him and rolls to the side. He seems to be fine, and you don’t think he’s hit his head and luckily for you, your worry for him has sobered you up rather quickly.

“What a dumbass.” The flirtatious man says with a laugh. “Hey sweet cheeks, since he’s clearly not able to stand up straight, why don’t you come home with me?”

You feel a surge of anger shoot down your spine. You stand and cast a glance at the bar tender who was waiting by the phone, ready to call the police if necessary.

“Call me a cab, will you?”

The bartender nods and picks up the phone.

“I don’t appreciate being called out of my name,” you say arms crossing over your chest. “What I like even less is people laughing at my boyfriend. I think you owe the both of us an apology.”

“Both you and your pussy of a boyfriend are a pair of bitches. And I can say and laugh at whatever I want,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s always the whores with the pretty boyfriends that think  they can talk to guys anyway they want.”

“Apologize,” you demand your hands at your sides, clenched in anger.

“Make me.”

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol that’s been liberally given out because of the occasion or if the guy is that much of a jack ass, but the moment ‘me’ leaves his lips he finds it necessary to push you.

There is a switch that flicks on in your mind at the contact, and before you know it your fist is moving on its own. Your first hit lands on the peak of his nose and he’s left reeling and holding his nose in pain.

“Shit!” He cries hunched over. “You bitch.”

The continued name calling urges you to continue on and you bring your bare knee up into his face and it forces his head to fly back.  The moment that your leg comes down the other comes up as you spin kick the man in his exposed stomach. He flies back into a table of some very scared customers and he lays there, wallowing in pain.

“Well this turned out to be more interesting than I thought it would be,” you mutter to yourself. Your knuckles and your knee are already throbbing in irritation and you look down to see a little bit of blood dribbling down your knee cap. “Ugh, his head was harder than I thought.”

A groan catches your ear and you turn to see your boyfriend slowly standing up. You walk up to him and place a hand on his back and swing his arm over your shoulder. “Careful, you drunk too much, babe.”

You can tell his blue eyes are taking in the scene in front of him and he’s trying to piece together what happened. “Don’t think about it too much, you’ll get a headache.”

“Uh, hello?” A voice questions. “Someone called for a cab?”

Your hand shoots up calling attention to yourself, “I did!”

The man examines your slightly disheveled form and he worriedly scratches the back of his head.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You question as you struggle to move Jason’s intoxicated form.

“Right, sorry.” The taxi driver comes to your side and helps to pull Jason out of the bar. As the two of you are walking out, you take the extra time to be petty and kick at the boot of the man you knocked out. You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing when he lets out a groan.


It’s hours later when Jason wakes up. He can tell by the familiar softness that he’s in your shared bed. His eyes cut over to the window and sees that its’ still dark outside, meaning it’s mostly likely extremely late or early.

He groans as he sits up, his head pounding. He happens to cast a glance at the nightstand near the bed and he smiles when he sees two aspirin and a glass of water waiting for him.

“She’s the best,” he mutters as he picks up the pills.

“I know,” you say with a smirk as you walk into the room. He watches as you make your way to sit down next him, wearing one of his t-shirts. You flop down next to him and the familiar smell of your soap fills his nose, letting him know that you’ve just gotten out the shower.

“What’s this?” He questions after he’s swallowed the medicine. He’s noticed the bandages wrapped around your knee and hand.

“The fight at the bar,” you mumble. You had hoped that he wouldn’t remember.

He lets out a groan of irritation as the events replay in his mind, “I wish we just would have stayed home.”

“I wanted to have fun,” you pout.

“Does fun always have to mean showing off for other guys?” He asks bitterly.

“I thought we went over this?” You say sharply, as the playfulness is sucked from your tone. “I’ll wear what I want.”

“I don’t care what you wear,” he hisses back. “This is about what you did. Forget about that asshole calling you names, or him being just a dick, you flirted with him.”

You open your mouth to respond but he shakes his head. “I saw you, when you were sitting on my lap. I was right there and you did it anyway.”

You feel your throat tighten up in guilt and you pull at the hem of the black t-shirt, “I’m sorry it’s just sometimes I-“

“Want to make me jealous?”

“Not on purpose, no” you deny with a sly smile. “But were you?”

“Of course, I was,” he’s says with a roll of his eyes. “That first comment he made I wanted to clock him over the head. But I guess I didn’t need too.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say coyly. “I was defending myself, adrenalin took over.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” he says with a smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead. He grabs your injured hand. Despite the bandage you’ve wrapped around it, the underside of your palm and fingers is beet red and it gives it away that your fingers are swollen and irritated. It’s most likely due to the fact that you hadn’t fought in a long time. The slight calluses that are on these fingers, however, let him know that you are used to fighting. “When are you going to tell me about what you did before you met me?”

“When it’s absolutely necessary,” you say with a shrug.

“You know everything there is to know about me,” he reasons.

“Do I?” You say rubbing your thumb against the scar on his face.

“Well, maybe not everything.

“And I don’t need to,” you say pressing your forehead against his. “The person I love is the you I know now and you love who I am now. There is no need to put you in danger just for the sake of knowing.”

He stares at you for a moment and then relents and presses a kiss to your lips, “Alright.”

“I brought you an ice pack,” you say watching him wince and hold his head.

“Thanks,” he says as he lays back and places the pack over his eyes.

You turn off the lights and lay down next to him.

“What did you think of the red?” you ask absently after a few minutes in the darkness.

“You looked good, your skin popped and everything,” he says with a shrug.

“Really, you noticed that?”

“Yeah of course,” he says smiling as he feels your head rest on his chest. “Red is definitely your color.”

“I knew it.”

Twin Andrews Part 2 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by rebel-heda

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofroden

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a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹

“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.

“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.

“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.

we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.

“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up

“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”

we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.

“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts

“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.

“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.

walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls

“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers

“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”

i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.

i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.

“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.

“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy

“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.

“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.

“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.

all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.

he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.

“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.

jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”

the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.

“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”

i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.

“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.

“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”

he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously

“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”

he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.

“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.

“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.



i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.

“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.

“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.

“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.

i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.

“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.

“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.

“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.

“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.

“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.

“jerk” i mumble

“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes

“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”

“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.

“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.

the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there

“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.

the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.

“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”

“okay we’ll be outside”

i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth

“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car

“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”

i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”

he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud

“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”

a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!

and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!


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The Incident

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1,532

Warnings: i think there’s one curse word. Secondhand embarrassment.

Summary: ( Hey I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader bumps into Peter and she gets coffee on her shirt so she has to wear his sweatshirt to school to cover it up? Or something along the lines of that? And maybe ned and Michelle could think that they’re together or something, idk. (oh, and the reader has a HUGE crush on Peter) requested by @dkcoendjehwbd

A/N: I did it! finally posted when i said i would, sort of. It’s 12 something in the morning and I’m tired as hell, but I did it! If this seems choppy, I’m sorry. I forgot how to write fluff.  And this is not proofread. Also, I didn’t add Ned and Michelle. I hope that’s okay! Enjoy!

Spring was your favorite time of year for one reason: the weather. Like today, for example. It was one of the first times this year where you felt like you could comfortably wear a tank top without wanting five other layers keeping you warm.

You happily walked down the street, enjoying the sun on your skin on your way to get some coffee before heading to school, when you saw a familiar mop of brown hair entering the same coffee shop you were heading to.  Oh boy. This is fine. Just act normal, Y/N. You started to panic for a second before you told yourself, you will not freak out just because your crush is going to the same coffee shop as you today.

Shaking it off and make your way into the coffee shop, breathing in the smell delicious coffee as you got in line. You looked at the line in front of you and were happy to find that there were only two people in front of you, one of which included Peter.

You fidgeted as you stood behind Peter, who was currently bopping his head to the beat of the music coming from his headphones, watching in adoration as he started to move his whole body with the music only he could hear. And with the added bonus of him wearing the Midtown sweater today, and him dancing, it made your heart squeeze painfully at the sight.

As much as you had been trying to deny it, you had been seriously crushing on him for the past year, but never got the courage to say anything to him. And you were blissfully unaware that he felt the same about you.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Peter stepping up to order, or the barista asking you what you wanted. You came back when the person behind you tapped you on the shoulder. You looked in front of you and saw that you were next in line with an annoyed barista. Your face flushed bright red as you mumble an apology to the person behind you. You rushed up to the counter and quickly gave your order, apologizing as you do so.

After a couple minutes, you had your coffee in your hands, and, still embarrassed, you kept your head down as you walked towards the door, unaware that Peter was still in the shop. Unaware of him until you walked right into him managing to spill your coffee onto your tank top with a shout of surprise. Oh god, why me. You thought, gasping from the heat of the coffee on your skin. You quickly looked up and saw that it was Peter that you bumped into. That fact making you want to hide under a rock. And never come out.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You hear Peter exclaim as he spins around, mortified, staring at your soaked shirt.

With a bright red face, you quickly reassure him, “No! No, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m the one that should be apologizing.” You glare down at your shirt, tugging on your shirt with one hand while you went over and put your empty cup in the trash.

“Hey, can you get me some napkins? I gotta try to get this dried out before I get to school.” You ask, starting to freak out because realized what just happened.

“Oh, yeah! Of course! I’ll be right back.” Peter says, rushing off.

As you watch him jog to the napkin dispensary your thoughts start to become increasingly louder and more panicked Did I seriously just spill my coffee, on my shirt, in front of Peter?! Oh my god. You feel your face burning with embarrassment as he comes running back with what looks like enough napkins to fill an entire dispensary. Despite the embarrassment still clutching at your heart, you can’t help but let out a snort of amusement.

“I think I went a little over board with this, but here you go.” Peter hands you the napkins and nervously stands there, feeling like he could be doing something more than just getting you napkins.

“Thank you, Peter.” You mumbled, distracted by the stain on your shirt. Not noticing Peter’s shocked expression. His crush knows his name. His crush knows his name. He purses his lips in an attempt not to smile with that information.

“It’s no use.” You sigh, defeated. You looked at your watch and knew you didn’t have enough time to go back home to change. Damnit.

“Thanks for the help, Peter. Sorry again for bumping into you.” You look down and bit your lip, your good day ruined. “Well, this is gonna annoy me all day” you mutter. Oh well.

You look up and smiling softly at Peter, “Well, I’m gonna go, got school to go to and all that.” And with and awkward head bop, you quickly move to leave and still get to school on time.

You’re just starting to walk down the sidewalk, when you hear Peter call your name.  Eyebrows raised in surprise, you turn around and see peter jogging towards you, sweatshirt off and in his hands.

“H-hey.” Peter stuttered, losing his confidence as he stared into your beautiful eyes. You blush under his intense gaze, “Hi. Is everything okay?” You ask, confused as to why he’d still want to talk to you.

“Um… Y-yeah, I thought you could borrow my sweater for the day?  I figured you didn’t really walk around all day with a big coffee stain on the front of your shirt.” He muses, a little confidence making its way back. Which is the reason he says these words, “Plus I’d be going through the day knowing you’re wearing my sweater.” The second those words make it out of his mouth, he wants to take them back. Why would I say that? Oh my god, she’s going to hate me oh my god. I’m so stupid. WHY. Peter’s mind starts to plague him with thoughts of you hating him. I blew it.

Meanwhile, your mind goes blank for a second because of that comment. Did he really just say that? You try to get a good response together, but end up just making an embarrassing high pitched noise.

You clear your throat and try again, “What?”

You look at Peter’s bright red face as he tries to say something, “It’s just that… Um… you’re very pretty?” he gulps, “AndI’vehadacrushonyouforawhilenowpleasedon’thateme.” He says in one breath, looking down at his feet, internally screaming.

You swear you’re getting whip lash from everything he just revealed, your breathing speeding up.

What?!” You shriek, oh shit that was out loud. You stare at Peter with wide eyes, “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

You can see Peter’s chest move rapidly as he whispers, “I like you.” He grimaces at you as he waits for your response.

You feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven, and the smile that takes over your face is proof of that.

“Well, that is great news, my friend. Because I like you too!” You watch as Peter deflates with happiness, a smiles gracing his adorable face.

“But… Are you sure about the sweater? I can just suffer through the day without it.” You think about the embarrassment you’ve already gone through in the last 15 minutes… “On second thought, maybe it’s best of I use it for today.” You chuckle.

“Oh, um… Yeah. Here you go.” Handing you his sweater, he shuffles awkwardly, shy in the aftermath of you telling him you like him, he’s not sure what to do.

“Thanks, Pete.” You say as you pull you backpack off to put the sweater on. You inhale as you put it on, dying at the fact that you are putting on Peter Parker’s clothes.  After getting everything situated, you smirk at Peter,  throwing your hands out in a ‘ta-da!’ fashion, “Everything as you hoped it’d be?” Peter blushed, “Shut up.”

You laughed and turned around to walk to school, already prepared for the fact that you’d be late. You look over your shoulder and see that peter was still in the same spot. You called out, “You coming? We got school to get to!” You see Peter shake his head and walk up to where he was in step with you, smile still on his face.

After a, slightly awkward, silence, you decide to address something, “ So, Peter… what are you doing  tonight? Would you be interested in trying out this new Thai place by my place?” slightly shocked at the confidence you had, you stared at the ground in front of you, a confused expression on your face.

You could feel Peter’s eyes burning a hole in your head as he processed what you said. “Yeah! I’d love to, Y/N. We’ll work out the details later?”

Your eyes darted to his, and you bit your lip, in an attempt to stay calm, “Awesome. That sounds good to me.”

With that settled, you both relaxed and headed to school, talking about anything that came to mind.

Today wasn’t as ruined as originally you thought.  

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This is long and I don’t even know why! :P It has a lot of Bughead’s friends, a lot of Reggie (cause I love the guy), Archie’s birthday party for Jughead, many smutty mentions and it turns a tad steamy at the end! Thank you so much to the both of you for your lovely words, darlings!! I hope all of you enjoy! <3

“Alright, I know that with Jason’s current RIP situation my question could be considered blasphemous, but I’m so dying to ask, no pun intended. How fiery was the Blossom ginger in bed after all, P?” Veronica smirked foxily, her attention solemnly focused on perfecting the burgundy nail polish on her toes.

“I’m still in the room you know.” Cheryl’s voice came cold and annoyed from behind her, the redhead beauty dropping dramatically the Vogue magazine she was reading on her bare legs that seemed to go for miles on the beige sofa she was occupying. The brunette just shot her a look over her shoulder.

“Well, nobody invited you in this room to begin with.” Sarcasm and New York attitude mixed in a perfect combination, Veronica knew how to push the bottoms of her frenemy like a pro.

Cheryl just scoffed, her attention going back to an article about belts and pricey pashminas, Veronica mouthed a ‘thank you’ in mockery and Betty let a soundless chuckle. The night was indeed going to be fun.

It was a night filled with giggles and girly banter inside the Lodges’ luxurious apartment at the Pembrooke. After seeing Polly’s utter happiness at the baby shower, the older girl just longing to have her sister and friends close after spending years in the solitude of that god-forsaken place her mother had forced her into, the gatherings of the three girls, along with party-crasher Cheryl, were frequent and very much enjoyed by all to say the truth. Alice Cooper was starting to get a tad more lenient too, seeing as Betty was standing her ground and dreading the possibility of losing both her daughters, so tonight Betty Cooper had an allowance slip to spend the night at Veronica’s for a much needed and ridiculously girly slumber party.

The apartment’s spacious living room was transformed so only the beige sofa was in its original place but with comfy mattresses laid in front of it and covered with a sea of colorful puffy pillows and warm knitted blankets and duvets, creating a cozy huge bed for all the girls to rest on. The Lodge women had gone all out with the food too; colorful cupcakes and any flavor milkshakes, chocolate donuts, all kinds of sweets and candies, salty treats, pop-corns, nachos, you name it. There was even a large plate of chocolate brownies exclusively for Polly, since they were her favorite and she was always craving them now that she was expecting. Betty felt eternally grateful for what Veronica and her mom were doing for her sister. Of course they had helped themselves to everything while watching a couple of classic rom-coms, the light entertainment making them forget the crazy world they were living in and actually have a laugh, and now that Hermione had retired to her own room for the night, the girls found the opportunity to move on to the most cliché part of the night; beauty and boys talk.

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Snowed In

Rating: T for steamy situations at the beginning

Pairings: Royai, with Parental!RizaEd 

Summary: While on a supply trip to East City for Winry, Ed gets stuck because of a snowstorm and calls the only person there he trusts. 

A/N: So all the Mama!Hawk feels on my dash lately led me to this idea, which wouldn’t leave me alone. I kind of let it get away from me a bit in terms of length, but I like how it turned out. The beginning is pretty heavily royai, but it turns into 100% Mama!Hawk feels by the end. Hope you guys like it!

Riza really shouldn’t have done this.

The weather outside was bad enough. The quickly accumulating snow should have been the lieutenant’s first sign that giving into the impulse to call her superior officer in the middle of the night to indulge in his particular set of “talents” disguised behind the pretense of a forgotten file wasn’t her best idea. He was likely to get stuck here, which also meant the whole “secret” part of whatever this thing was that they were doing was in jeopardy the minute the sun came back out.

But when a handsome and doting man with sinful hands was only a phone call away…well, Lieutenant Hawkeye found it was difficult for her to resist.

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Dex drops his bag next to the green couch and shrugs off his coat, heading toward the soft yellow light spilling out of the kitchen. The Haus is quiet; it’s midterms week, and everyone is pulling their last marathon study sessions before the final round of tests ends tomorrow. Fortunately for Dex, his last exam was earlier this morning, but the others are still holed up in their usual study spaces. If he’s right, Ransom and Holster should be in the library, Chowder should be in Farmer’s dorm, Lardo should be pacing around her studio, and Bitty should be - well, in the kitchen, he guesses, considering the smell that’s wafting through the hallway. 

He guesses right. When he enters the kitchen, he finds Bitty rolling out sugar cookie dough and humming whatever’s playing in his earbuds. Dex taps the doorframe to let Bitty know he’s there, and then he notices that Bitty isn’t alone.

Nursey’s here, too, scribbling frantically on a yellow legal pad and buried under a mess of loose papers and highlighters. Bitty turns to give Dex his best warning stare and Dex makes a motion as if to zip his lips shut, perching up on the countertop and stealing a cookie from the tray that’s cooling next to him.

For a minute or two he watches Nursey continue to scribble like his life depends on it. He’s seen Nursey this stressed before, but only around exams. Nursey may try to maintain his chill, but Dex knows that his grades are one of the few things that can pull his d-man out of his shell instantly. He works hard, Dex thinks. Really hard. Sometimes, beyond the point when even Dex himself would call it quits and take a nap - and Dex doesn’t give anything up easily. Never has, never will. 

He’s startled out of his thoughts by Bitty pushing a mixing bowl into his arms and handing him a wooden spoon. While Bitty swaps trays in and out of the oven, Dex starts absentmindedly mixing, watching as Nursey shuffles some papers around and picks up a green highlighter. 

Nursey underlines a few phrases before tossing the highlighter back onto the table, heaving a heavy sigh, and shoving a hand through his hair. Dex gets an idea. It’s stupid and small, but it’s an idea. 

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Burgers In New York (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Hi, so this is my first fic on here. I want to give a BIG thanks to my best friend @pumpernickelbae. She read this as I wrote it and she encouraged me to finish it, so thanks! Hope you enjoy, please like and reblog it if you liked it. 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, some asshole kids


Your name: submit What is this?

You’d always hated working at the diner. Sure, you had a great boss and you made money, but come on. The diner itself was filthy; it always smelled of grease, artificial strawberries, cologne and perfume. The amount of people who walked in there with way too much cologne or perfume was ridiculous.  But also, the diner kept you from going to school full time. You had nowhere near enough money to go to college, so you had to spend as much time as possible working at the diner, which made for a barely there social life. For now, night classes were the only thing you could afford, and even that was a struggle to continue to pay for. It was hard to keep up school, a full-time job and a boyfriend.

“Y/N, do you mind handling the tables for now? Those guys came back and I don’t wanna deal with them.” Your annoying co-worker Dana whined to you and looking at you with a hopeful look.

You turned your back to her, rolling your eyes as you rinsed your hands of the soap on them.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks so much!” She shouted, her already high-pitched voice rising to even higher decibels. You winced as you dried your hands on your apron and snatched the pen and pad away from her.

“Yeah, no problem.”

When you walked out into the dining area, you saw the guys that Dana was talking about. They were a group of high-school aged kids who always came in at this same time. They always tried to flirt with the other female waiters who worked with you, but they were especially annoying towards Dana. It was understandable though; Dana was the prettiest worker there by far, what with her big lips, curvy body and gorgeous eyes. It was the reason she got the most tips.

You walked to the same table they always occupied and, as always, made an effort to make yourself look as unattractive as possible. It didn’t work.

“Oh yeah, we got the prettiest waitress here!” one kid shouted, flashing his teeth at you.

“Y’all are sweet. What will you guys have?” you asked.

“Some of you, I hope.” Another kid mumbled giving you a smirk, he probably assumed was sexy. The other kids laughed loudly at what he said, making the other patrons in the diner turn towards you with annoyed looks.

Margo, your boss, walked out from her office next to the kitchen to see what the commotion was. She gave you an apologetic look, since she knew that these kids were always the hardest to deal with.

“Uh, we’ll have the usual.” Said one kid, with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“You guys always order something different every time you come here. I need y’all to look at the menus and give me some answers. I’ll come back in 10.” You said, turning around and walking towards Margo, who was leaning against the bar counter.

“Hey, girl. Your favorite customers came to visit you, huh?” Margot joked, her Brooklyn accent making its appearance.

“Ha, yeah. My faves.” You mumbled.

You heard the door jingle, indicating the presence of another customer.

“Better get back to the ol’ grind, babes.” She said, pushing you away from the bar counter. You turned to look for the customer who just walked in and found him sitting at a window booth, looking at a menu that was already there.

You walked up his table and put on a smile.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. What drink would you like?” you asked.

“Uh, some water I guess.” He answered, not looking up from his menu.

“Coming up.” You walked away and got his water.

A moment later you came back to his table to find him still looking at his menu.

“Need more time?” you asked, putting the glass down carefully and placing a straw next to it.

He finally looked up from the menu. To say that he was attractive was a serious understatement.

“Yes, please.”

Your face turned red as you nodded your head and walked away.

Dana was standing at the bar counter, staring at the customer who you were just helping.

“I want a piece of him.” She whispered in awe.

You chuckled. “Jesus, me too.” You turned to stare at him too. Margo soon came out to stand next to Dana.

“What are we staring at?”

“The hot dude by the window.” Dana answered.

Margo nodded her head. “He’s cute.”

Both you and Dana turned to her and were ready to criticize her for her dismissive response at his looks before you both remembered that Margo batted for the other team.

“Oh please, Margo. Even your gay ass can see that he’s hot as shit.” You said.

“I don’t know that he’s hot as shit, but yeah he’s cute.” Margo said. She turned to look at a different table. “Looks like our favorite customers are ready to order.”

You looked at the table that Margo pointed at and saw the high school kids were trying to wave you down. You gave Margo a dirty look before walking over to the guys.

“You guys ready to order?”

“Yeah baby. We want the other waitress to come over here and say hi.” One of them asked.

“Sorry, you got me instead. Are you guys ready to order?” you repeated.

They all rolled their eyes and one of the kids began to list off what they each wanted. You wrote down each order and walked to the kitchen to give in their order.

You made your way to the hot customer. “Are you ready yet?”

He looked up from his phone and answered, “Yes and no. I’m ready to order, but everything looks good here. What do you suggest?” He gave you a smile. How could you say no to his sexy smile?

“Uh, um yeah I guess.” Your face got red and you mentally kicked yourself. Why are you acting like a 12-year-old girl? “The burgers here are good, and uh, the fries too. You could get a smoothie if you’re thirsty, but I mean you already have water so why would you want that?” you stammered.

He chuckled as you continued your rambling. “And uh, the chicken fingers taste fine too.”

He nodded his head, seeming to consider the choices you gave him.

“I’ll take the burger. With extra lettuce please.” He said. You nodded your head vigorously and wrote down his order.

“Anything else?” you asked. He shook his head and you walked away from the table, trying hard not to trip over your feet, which you had a habit of doing in front of guys you liked.

10 minutes later you brought his order to his table.

“Anything else?” You asked. He said no and you walked away from his table.

You had since brought the annoying kids their food and now they were waving you down so that they could get their bill. Or so you thought.

“Hey baby, do you think you could turn around and give us a little peek at that fine piece of ass?”

“Yeah, it’s so good looking, ya know? Like something I’d really like to squeeze.”

“Do you boys want to order anything else?” You asked, ignoring their lewd and extremely loud comments.

“Aw, come on baby. We’ve had such a hard day today, if you know what I mean.” One of them said, winking at you.

“Yeah, we really need a little pick me up. So a little booty peek might make us feel better.” Another one said, leaning in closer to you.

“Yeah, or maybe flash us some of your tits. That might be better.” A third boy spoke out. Your face began to turn red with anger and you opened your mouth to tell them something before another kid began to speak.

“Or maybe a peek of what’s in those pants.” He said, grabbing onto your arm.

You flinched your arm away and felt it hit something hard. You turned around, worried that it might be another kid, coming to back up his friends. You were relieved to find that it was the hot customer.

“Do any of you boys want to repeat what you just said here?” the hot customer said, his voice rumbling loudly in your ear.  You resisted the urge to shiver.

All of the boys looked around at each other, unsure of what to say.

One of them decided to answer. “No, sir.”

“Good, now all of you get out of here, and go ask your moms the proper way to speak to women.” The customer said.

The boys hesitated for a second before they all scrambled to get out of their seats. You were about to stop them and ask for them to pay for their meal but they were all out of the restaurant in less than 30 seconds before the words came out of your mouth.

You turned around to thank the hot customer and saw him reaching to his back pocket.

“How much was their bill?” he asked, his wallet appearing from behind him.

“What? You’re not paying for their bill!”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m the one who made them leave. I should pay.”

“No. It’s because you made them leave that you shouldn’t pay. Not even for your meal.”

“It’s fine.” He said, pulling out a hundred dollar bill.

“Wha- No! Their and your bill don’t add up to that.” You shouted.

“Just take the rest of it as a tip.” He said, adding a wink to the end of his sentence. He walked back to his table, ignoring your protests. He sat back down and finished eating his hamburger.

You walked to the register, pushing aside the kid who stood in front of it and got the hot customer’s change.

You stomped over to his table and slammed the money onto it.

“Here’s your change.” You said. He just looked up at you and grinned. You walked away, suddenly flustered again.

20 minutes later, he got up from his seat, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the restaurant.

The bus boy walked over and cleaned up the table. A few minutes later, he walked up to you and handed you the same change that you had slammed on the table a while before.

“I think this is your tip?” the bus boy said quietly. You took it from him and shoved it into your pocket.

At around 6:00, the end of your shift, Margo walked out of her office to say goodbye.

“Oh, and did you get “hot customer’s” number?” she asked, putting air quotations over the nickname you and Dana had started calling him by.

“No, why would I have gotten his number?”

“Cause he really seemed to tickle your fancy.”

You giggled. “’Tickle my fancy’?”

She giggled right along with you. “Yeah, tickled your fancy. You were acting super girly when taking his order.”

You shook your head. “Yeah well, I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well. I met your boyfriend. And I fucking hate him.”

You laughed. “Okay, Margo. I gotta go.” You said, grabbing your bag from her office, which served as the worker’s lockers.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She said, waving her hand at you.

You said goodbye to the other workers there and walked out of the diner.

Later that night, you got a text from your boyfriend.

From Jack:

Hey wanna hang tonight? ;)

To Jack:

Not tonight babe. I’m really tired.

To Jack:

Guess what happened at work today??

From Jack:

I thought you were tired now u want to talk?

To Jack:

I’m too tired to go over to your house and mess around. I’m not too tired to talk to you. I’m sorry that I want to talk to my boyfriend

From Jack:

Oh I’m your boyfriend?? didn’t realize, since you never make time 4 me

To Jack:

I have to work all the time in order to pay my fucking bills Jack, sorry I can’t be with you every second of every day.

To Jack:

I hope you realize, that I make time to text you every chance I get. Do you know how many times I almost get caught texting in class

From Jack:

sorry I make things so difficult 4 u

To Jack:

Whatever. So do you want to talk or not

From Jack:

We can talk at my house

To Jack:

Or we can stay texting

From Jack:

Okay, then I don’t want to talk

To Jack:

Fine, good night

You threw down your phone in frustration. Maybe there was a reason Margo hated him so much?

Ever since that day, the hot customer had come to the diner, and the high-school kids never came again. (Margo admitted that on the day you had taken off from work (to go out with Jack), the hot customer had driven the boys out of the diner after they’d said many inappropriate things to Dana. Each day he had come in, you’d tried to give him back the money you owed him. And each day, he refused to take it.

One day, you had even decided to be a little more creative with giving him the money, hoping that would compel him to actually keep the money. Before you had taken him his burger (his usual order when coming into the diner, always with extra lettuce), you’d slid the $30 in between the burger and the bun.

You’d brought his order, and asked if he needed anything else, trying to act as normal as possible.

You walked away and rested against the bar counter, watching his reaction. He took a bite of his burger and grimaced as his teeth made contact with the money. He spit out whatever food in his mouth and opened the burger. A smile moved across his face as he realized what was in the burger. Then all of a sudden, he began to howl with laughter. The few customers in the diner looked at him, wondering why he was laughing. The hot customer started clapping along with his laughter. He saw you leaning on the bar counter and pointed at you, continuing his laughter. You giggled at the sight and walked to the new customers that just walked into the diner.

After the hot customer had left, the bus boy came over and gave you the same $30 you’d tried giving back to the man, along with a note. The note read: nice try :), but please, keep the money. You deserve it –D.D.D

After reading that note, you decided to finally keep the money.

Now, every day after the note, you had been feeling even more flustered than before. You were extra cautious with every move you made, worried that he was watching you. And because you always had luck with things you wanted, you were constantly making mistakes in front of him. Like spilling people’s orders on yourself, tripping over your feet, and many other embarrassing things like that. Thankfully, every time you looked at him, he seemed to not be looking at you. Why can’t you just get over this ridiculous crush? You asked yourself everyday.

It was a Friday afternoon, the diner’s busiest time. There were two other waiters working with you. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to wait on the hot customer’s usual table. However, Dana, who had been about to wait on him, walked over to you as you walked away from another table.

“They won’t let me take their order. Hot customer keeps asking for you.” She mumbled, looking jealous as she told you this. Your face turned red but you still made your way to his table. You saw that he had brought a friend with him today. This man had a much broader body than he did, but no one else could match the hot customer’s looks. However, this man was a really close second.

“Hello, I’m Y/N and I’ll be your waitress. What’ll have?” You asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Oh, so you’re Daveed’s big crush?” the other man said, looking you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips. “I must say he has good tas- Ow!” the man groaned.

Your face was a dark red but you giggled anyway. “I highly doubt that.” You turned to the hot customer. “Your name’s Daveed?”

Daveed smiled widely and answered, “Yeah.”

The both of you stared at each other for a little too long before his friend cleared his throat. “I’m Oak.”

Your cheeks turned pink again and you turned back to the other man. “Nice to meet you.” You reached out a hand to him. He took your hand and gave it a light kiss.

You giggled and asked what they wanted to order.

“My usual please.” Daveed answered.

“And I’ll have the same.” Oak said.

“A burger with extra lettuce?” You asked, writing down the order in your pad.

“What the hell? Extra lettuce? Daveed, are you crazy? How about no lettuce, please?” Oak said, looking at you.

You nodded your head. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, some meds for my friend here, since he thinks a fucking burger needs to be ruined with lettuce.”

You laughed. “I’ll check up on that.”

You walked away to put their orders in. Almost 35 minutes later, you were rushing their orders back to them.

“I’m sorry for the long wait,” you apologized. “We’re extremely busy today. I’d be happy to give y’all something for free for having to wait.”

“No, that’s okay.” Both men chorused.

“Okay then. Anything else?”

“Yes, your number. Because I know damn well Daveed will probably be too chicken to ever ask you for it.”

“Uh…” you said, your cheeks turning pink. Damn it, stop fucking blushing.

“Oak.” Daveed groaned.

“Sorry, not sorry.”

“I’m sorry. Oak is under the impression that he’s actually funny.” Daveed said, shooting his friend an angry look. Oak only laughed.

You laughed along with him and walked away from the table. After another 30 minutes, you walked over to their table to hand them their bill.

“Shut up, she’s walking over.” You heard Daveed mumble.

“No, I will not shut up. You need to ask her ou-Ow!” Oak began saying before being interrupted by Daveed’s foot.

You handed them their bill and walked away with a big smile on your face.

Everyday after that, you greeted Daveed by his name every time he came into the diner. Most of the time, he would come by himself, but at least once a week he would bring in more friends. You’d already met Oak, Anthony, Jasmine (whom you’d figured was dating Anthony since you had seen them at a table by themselves once, making out) and Lin. Each time you’d met his friends, they teased him relentlessly over his “big crush” on you.

You and Daveed always only made polite conversation, asking how the other person’s day had gone. You were progressively getting to like him better, your crush on him relying less on his looks and more on his personality.

One day while working, Jack decided to come visit you. He’d rarely come to your job; he said the place was sickening and that every time he came in there, his expensive shoes always smelled of it. You hated the way he talked about the diner. Even though you agreed with him on everything, the diner was still special to you, especially since Daveed was there almost every day.

“Hey, sexy.” He said, giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips. You pulled away quickly and tried to keep your eyes from looking over at Daveed. You prayed he hadn’t seen the kiss. But unfortunately for you, he did. Anthony was there, and he gave Daveed a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, man.” Anthony said.

“Jack, what are you doing here?” You asked, hoping your voice didn’t sound too annoyed.

“Can’t a man visit his girl?” Jack said, reaching for another kiss.

“I’m working, Jack.”

He tried reaching in for another kiss. “Come on babe. We never see each other.”

“Jack,” you warned. He rolled his eyes and stepped away from you.

“Fine, I’ll stop.” He mumbled, his voice sounding angry. Well, you couldn’t give two shits if he was angry. “I’ll go sit down in a table and wait for my girl to actually find time for me for once.”

“Get over yourself, Jack.” You hissed.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you say?” Jack growled, getting closer to you.

You weren’t backing down. “I said get over yourself.”

“Oh jeez, Y/N. Don’t start getting pissy with me.” He warned.

“Sit down, Jack, and maybe I’ll make some time for you.”

He stared at you a while longer before going to sit down.

Dana was standing nearby and she said, “Dump him already.”

You turned to her. “What?”

“Dump him. You obviously like hot customer better than him anyway.”

“His name is Daveed.” You mumbled.

“Oh god, whatever. Just dump that a-hole already, and get with that sexy hunk of meat before I go after him.”

You shook your head at her and continued working.

At the end of your shift, Jack walked with you out of the diner.

“So you want to tell me why you were attacking me in there?” Jack asked.

“Jack, can we please just get to your apartment and not fight?”

He dropped the subject quickly. “Anything for you babe.”

Jack quickly flagged down a taxi and set off for his apartment.

Daveed usually didn’t come to the diner at night. But he had just come from a party, where he’d drunk a little too much alcohol, and needed some food in his system before he set off to his bed.

When he had gotten there, he’d been damp from the rain that was pouring down. Maybe I shouldn’t have walked here. He thought to himself as he sat in his usual spot.

An hour later, he was mostly dry, drinking tea and scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, you came barging in through the door. You were completely soaked, mascara running down your face and ugly sobs coming from your mouth. Daveed immediately stood up as you walked away from the door in the direction of Margo’s office. You glanced in and let out another sob as you realized Margo wasn’t there.

Shannon, one of the few people who worked this late at night at the diner, saw you and said, “Margo left early today.”

You nodded your head. “Okay thanks.” You started walking towards the door before you saw Daveed, standing up next to his table and staring at you.

You tried your hardest to put a smile on your face, but failed miserably. Daveed walked over, put his arm around your shoulders and walked you to his table. He sat you across from him and took his own seat.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

All the memories of just an hour ago came flooding back into your mind, and you couldn’t stop the tears that poured out of you eyes. Daveed quickly rose from his seat and plopped down next to you, bringing your head to his shoulders. You wrapped your arms underneath his and cried for what seemed like hours. After you had calmed down, Daveed loosened his grip on you and repeated his question from before.

“No,” you answered. “My boyfriend of four fucking years just broke up with me.” You sniffled.

Daveed shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

You started ranting, your sadness leaving your body and anger taking over. “God, I gave him four years of my life, for him to just break up with me. Do you want to know what he told me tonight?” You didn’t wait for Daveed to answer. “He told me that two years ago, he had an affair with some woman for like two months. Not a one night fucking stand, no. He had an entire relationship behind my back. Who does that?”

Daveed just sat there, listening to your ranting. When you finished your rant with a rough “Damn jackass”, Daveed finally responded.

“Well, he didn’t deserve you. Anyone who’s willing to cheat on you is not worth your time.”

You nodded your head. “Damn right. I’m done with his shit.” You sat in silence. “I don’t know why I still feel so sad, though.”

Daveed began rubbing circles into your back. “You were with him for four years. You loved him. But you’ll get over him soon.”

You nodded your head, and tried to keep the sadness away. You gave Daveed a watery smile. “Let’s forget my tragic love life. Let’s talk. Let’s have an actual, full on conversation.”

Daveed smiled widely. “Let’s.”

You two talked for hours about everything. What you wanted to do (become an English teacher), what he did (He’s on Broadway?!) and what ever else you two could think of talking about.

2 a.m. was the closing time for Thursday, and since you had been sitting there with Daveed, Shannon gave you the keys to lock up everything for when after you guys left.

At 3 in the morning, Daveed said that he had to leave so he could get some sleep before his show later that day.

“Yeah, definitely. Sorry for keeping you from your rest.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I enjoyed every second.” He grinned.

After locking everything up, you both gave each other a goodbye hug. “See you later.” He said.

You giggled. “Yeah, see ya.”

You both walked your separate ways.

After that day, you both had been much more friendly with each other, giving each other flirty looks when you could. Every time his friends came in with him, they would continue to tease him.

On one amazing day, Daveed came in with Oak and Anthony.

When you got to their table, Daveed gave you a huge smile. You returned the smile and said, “Hey, what do you guys want today?”

“For you to go out with our big boy Daveed here.” Anthony said, giving his friend a hard pat on the back.

Oak looked at you with a hopeful look. “God, please go out with him. He won’t shut up about you still. It has been weeks and he still won’t shut up.”

Both men kept insisting on going out with Daveed. You giggled throughout their proposals.

After Daveed looked properly embarrassed, you cleared your throat and both men promptly shut up. You cocked your head and said, “Daveed?”

He looked up, his hair covering some of his face. “Yes?”

“I’d love to go out with you. I don’t know what took you so long to ask.”

A smile grew on Daveed’s face and both of his friends stood up in their seats and began to hoot and holler.

Oak began to grind the air, shouting out “Oh, yeah! My man gon get it!”

Anthony started doing a little dance and shouted, “Daveed and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

You giggled and tried to get both men to sit down before Margo came out and yelled at you. After a moment, they sat back down, with Daveed laughing just as hard as you.

“You guys are gonna get me in trouble.” You chastised, but a smile was on your lips.

“We’ll leave you two love birds here for a sec. But don’t talk too nasty, we’re only gonna be a few tables down, listening to every word being said.” Anthony said. Oak and Anthony stood up and did what they said they were going to do. They both stared at you and Daveed, their hands tucked under their chins like children.

Daveed turned to you. “So,” he started.

“Are you gonna ask, or…” You asked.

“Oh shit. Yeah, um… Do you wanna go out?”

“Like… On a date?” You teased.

Daveed chuckled. “Yeah, like on a date.”

You nodded your head, smiling. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

He smiled and took his phone out. You did the same and the both of you interchanged phones, putting your phone numbers into each other’s phones.

You handed each other back your phones and looked at the name he put himself under. It read Hot customer ;)

“Wha-” You looked up, your cheeks red. “How’d-”

“You guys were kind really loud every time you talked about me.” He chuckled.

You shook your head. “Good to know.”

You both laughed, and Oak and Anthony stood up from their table and walked back over.

“Great, we finally got that out of the way.” Oak said. “Now time for some grub.” He said, rubbing his hands together. You slipped your phone back in your pocket and took their orders.

You walked to the bar counter and Margo stopped you.

“What took y’all so long to finally agree to go out?” she asked.

You laughed in response.

She continued. “Y’all are gonna be good together; I can see it.”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, so can I.”


kiss the (sous) chef

this is for @yruablackwarbler who wanted a fill for this prompt on @prompt-a-klainefic! Thank you so much for the prompt, darling, and I hope you enjoy :D

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The first time he hears the smoke detector go off in 4B he’s arguing with his brother over the phone. He doesn’t even remember what started this particular argument, but he knows it escalated quickly. He’s just in the middle or retorting to Cooper’s accusation of, “Well, what would you know, you were always Mom’s favorite,” when he hears the beeping.

“Oh, for god’s sake, Cooper,” he says, rolling his eyes. “If you’re going to cook while we fight, can you at least have the decency to do it well? I can hear your smoke detector going off from here.”

“What? I’m not cooking.”

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Request: Requested by @neverabandonthejeep: One shot pls :) where some other guy at school is trying to hit on you and stiles gets really mad and picks a fight with them even though he knows he’s gonna lose thanks 😘.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, language, and mentions of blood (not too graphic though).

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post and forgive if it’s bad, I had a serious writer block till now. Also I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

(Not my gif, credit to its owner).

The lacrosse team dressing room was packed. There were boys showering, others changing to head out of the school and others were talking about who knows what.

Stiles and Scott were discussing quietly some supernatural issues while gathering their things to finally go home. Everything was fine until Andrew Jones, one of the team Golden Boys and full-time jerk entered the room.

“Damn it, how can someone with just their presence bother everyone’s existence,” Stiles grunted at the sight of Andrew laughing with his gang of brainless friends. Scott turned his head a little to catch what his friend was observing.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, I mean yeah, he’s a complete idiot but apart from that, he has never done something bad to you,” Stiles let out a fake chuckle to put on a serious face after. “You, my friend are too good to see that he is a complete asshole with a ridiculous personality, and don’t for-” Scott’s laugh interrupted his best friend rambling. To say the Stilinski boy didn’t like Andrew was an understatement, but this whole exposition of reasons just lead to one main argument: Jones had a thing for you, Stiles girlfriend.

“Are you sure, this has nothing to be with the fact that Andrew likes (Y/N)?”

“Maaaybeee, but after all he’s insufferable,” The two mates felt silent as they stared at the boy in question getting closer to them with his group of friends.

“Look what we have here, the athlete and his loser best friend,” Andrew commented earning a killer glare from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott.

“What do you want, Jones?” Stiles fumed, he honestly didn’t have time for this or anything that involved Andrew Jones.

“Nothing, really. Annoying you just gives me satisfaction,” Scott scoffed, this asshole was being beyond ridiculous and yes, he understood why his best friend hated him.

“Oh yeah? You know what causes me satisfaction? Not facing jerks like you who can’t even understand a proper phrase” And with that Stiles turned around to leave, followed by Scott.

“Alright Stilinski, leave but please say hi to (Y/N) for me and don’t forget to mention that I wish I could see that body of hers,” Oh no, that went way too far. Nobody made that kind of comments about you, not if he was there. His body shifted so now he could face the jerk in front of him.

“What did you say little fucker?” Stiles voice came out low and threatening and his eyes were blind by the anger. The smirk Andrew had just got bigger at this reaction.

“I said, that I wish to see your girl in all her magnificence,” That was it. Stiles curled his hands into fists and punched Andrew with a strength he didn’t even know he had. The boy fell from the force, and everyone looked at Stiles amazed; usually he would attack someone verbally, he never punched and kicked his way out of situations, but this time something really took him to the limit.

“Son of a bitch!” Andrew shouted; now the big bad guy was angry. This wasn’t going to end well. Rapidly recomposing himself from the blow, he pushed Stiles making him fall and started to punch him repeatedly. The blood was starting to drip from Stiles‘ nose and he was sure that his face would be dark purple in certain places.

“What the hell is happening here?” Someone gasped, all the boys in the room getting out of their daze to see a feminine figure standing shocked at the view of the other two guys wrestling on the floor.

“Scott! Do something!” You shouted, was he really watching his friend being beaten and doing nothing to stop it?

“Shit! Right,” The werewolf used his muscles to throw Andrew to the other side of the room, probably leaving him unconscious, and his group of friends flew off after witnessing Scott’s strength.

“My gosh, Stiles!” The boy tried to sit straight but his body was in pain, you rushed to his side and helped him. There were bruises starting to form in his beautiful skin and his nose was bleeding, that sure hurt.

“I’m fine (Y/N). It’s alright,” The comment didn’t make things better, this situation was not fine at all.

“No, it’s not alright you dumbass. What were you thinking? I mean look at you!” You stressed. He stared at your face that even with a frown of worry looked beautiful. By now, Scott was helping you to put him on his feet so you could go to the infirmary.

“(Y/N). Love. Calm down, please. It doesn’t hurt because it was for a good reason” Stiles half smiled at you, but hell, you were angry at him for getting himself in this situations.

“And what was that good reason?” You asked, scanning his features.

“I was defending you. He was saying bad things about you. And I-” He was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his sore cheek.

“Look Stilinski, I love that you wanted to stand up for me, but a bump fight isn’t the solution,” And it was true, you’d rather being called things that watching him get severely hurt.

“She’s right man” Scott agreed with you. Stiles smiled lightly, knowing you cared deeply about him.

“Okay, Okay. Now, you two fools take me to the infirmary. This hurts like hell” You and his werewolf friend laughed at his sass.

“Alright, princess” You responded jokingly.


pairing: shawn x reader

summary: after spending the night together at shawn’s apartment in downtown toronto, y/n was surprised when she found out that cute boy she met was actually her new teacher

words: 661

a/n: hi!! i know i said i was going to post a long time ago, but life just got in the way but i’m back! this is my first time writing something and i know it’s so, so, so bad and i truly apologize for it!! anyways, enjoy and don’t forget to leave some feedback if you wanna and hit me up anytime!!

part two

no one in this room had any idea of what happened almost two months ago. he was just another teacher, and she was just another person in the crowd.

the seventeen other people in the class had their minds on finishing the class work mr.mendes had asked them to do, but y/n and shawn couldn’t stop looking at each other. still wondering how this could possibly be happening.

a few minutes later, the bell rang. y/n quickly gathered her stuff, ready to leave the room when a voice called for her and asked her to stay. it would’ve been rude to decline his offer. so when there were only two people left between the four walls, shawn locked the door and walked over to her.

“y/n? is that really you?” he asked, looking for an answer in her eyes.

“yeah, i-i guess. since when do you work here?”

“it’s my first year. i-i had no clue you studied here, it’s just-”

“it’s okay. you didn’t know. neither of us did.”

after that, the air between them became silent, and awfully uncomfortable.

“i think it’s better, for the both of us, to forget what happened that night. we were drunk, and we shouldn’t have done that.” she looked down to her shoes, afraid to make eye contact with him. like he had some power over her. but at the same time, she couldn’t stop thinking about his hands. how and where he touched her like no one else has ever done.

her comment made his heart break a little. he had spent days, weeks, and even sleepless nights thinking about her. her, her, her, and her. but as the adult between the two, he knew he had to make the right decision.

“yeah. it didn’t mean anything. i am your teacher now, and it’s better if we forget about the past.”

oh, how beautiful those lies sounded coming from his pretty pink lips. the very same ones she couldn’t stop obsessing over.

a few uneventful weeks had gone by, and it seemed as if everything had gone back to normal. it has been already three months and two weeks since that night at downtown toronto. but it still crept every now and then at the back of shawn and y/n’s heads.

one warm thursday afternoon, y/n visited shawn’s classroom in hopes of getting some help in the topic they were seeing this week. nothing more, nothing less.

shawn was focused in the screen in front of him, trying to read and check ten 500-word essays in less than fifteen minutes. without a doubt, he failed miserably; noticing how those fifteen minutes turned into forty-three.

two knocks on the door distracted him from the work he was starting to get annoyed with. “come in,” he said, tiredness evident in his voice.

the door opened slowly, a teenage girl coming out of the big wooden rectangle. shawn’s eyes lit up once he saw her smile at him while she walked over to him, the door returning to its previous position.

“hi, mr.mendes. i hope i’m not interrupting something,” she told him, a smile plastered on her face.

“no, no. you’re fine. is there something i can help you with?”

“yeah, actually. i’m just having some trouble with this week’s topic.”

and so an hour went by, their bodies were way too close and shawn’s hands often explored her inner thighs and lower back, sometimes his hand sneaked way too low. but she didn’t even bother to take them away, his touches made her feel calm for the first time in weeks.

before they even noticed, the clock above the door marked 5:30 p.m. they decided it was time to say goodbye and agreed to do the same thing tomorrow.

but before y/n walked out the door, “wait, y/n,” shawn said, grabbing her wrist, her face meeting his stunning features before shawn crashed his hungry lips on hers.

What Jack Doesn’t Know - Noah Hanifin

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Notes: sup here’s my trashy ass back with another smut (this time noah hanifinE) i literally hate myself smut is so annoying but enjoy love you all!! also there may be a part two to this jsyk (bc guess who didn’t put a condom on….) but also sorry its so short and bad i didnt rly have a lot of motivation for it bc i lowkey hate writing smut and will probably be stopping after these requests are done

Mentions: Jack Eichel

Warnings: SMUT gang,

Requested By Anonymous: Hello could you write a Noah Hanifin smut pls :)

Up Next: Zach Werenski hopefully

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Bowling date

Characters: Jeongguk & You 

Genre: fluff fluff fluff (i was supposed to write something else but watching his vlive distracted me and apparently i haven’t written fluff with him before)

Words: 2422

Summary: Jungkook is trying to be cool but fails (because he’s too cute for his own good) featuring you trying to impress him with you non-existing bowling skills.

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protective | danisnotonfire (requested)

request: You’re so talented it’s amazing! But um could you write about an argument with Dan because he gets all jealous and protective please??? Thanks!
word count: 978
tw: swearing?
note: this is such a fucking sappy, fluffy fic honestly its made of 100% sugar (at the end anyway) but it’s cute so i hope you like it!

“I actually can’t believe you.” You shook your head, quickly walking through the door of Dan and Phil’s flat. “Seriously, he didn’t do a single fucking thing!”

Dan followed behind you, an annoyed expression on his face. “Well I’m sorry, but that guy was getting way to close to you!”

“Not all guys are dickheads, Dan!” You yell, walking into the kitchen. Thankfully Phil wasn’t home, he was out shopping, so he wasn’t here to listen to you both arguing.

“And how was I supposed to bloody know that he wasn’t?” Dan growled, the vein in his neck pulsing with each word. “I can never do anything right with you, can I!?”

You felt small tears starting to slowly slide down your cheeks.

You never fought like this, but Dan was being so unnecessarily protective and it was driving you crazy. Wiping the salty tears away so he couldn’t how badly this hurt you, you turned to Dan.

“Just leave me alone for a few hours, okay? I don’t want to deal with this bullshit!” You yelled, walking past your boyfriend and into the lounge room, shoulder-barging Dan in the process.

I was just trying to show that I fucking cared about you,” you heard Dan mumble, before listening to his bedroom door being slammed shut, making the whole flat tremble.

Hearing the comment he just made felt like you had been stabbed in the heart, multiple times.

A few seconds later you burst into tears, pulling your knees up against your stomach and letting all of your tears out.

It hurt you a lot when you fought with Dan, mainly because you did it so rarely, but also because ever when you were angry at him, it still made you sad when you yelled at each other.

You wanted him to walk out and hug you, telling you that it was fine, but he probably had listened to you saying to leave you alone. You didn’t want to walk to his room either, because that would be awkward. Sighing to yourself, you turned on the television and opened Netflix, to see if re-watching episodes of Riverdale would take your mind off of Dan.

Halfway through episode one, you heard the front door to the flat open with a click, followed by the scuffling of feet. Phil was home.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greeted cheerily, obviously unaware that you had just been in an argument. You sniffed, quickly wiping your face in an attempt to get rid of the tear stains.

“Hi Phil,” you said, pausing the episode and smiling at him. Getting up from the lounge, you walk over to the kitchen to where Phil was unpacking some groceries. “Do you need any help with that?”

“Uh, if you don’t mind, yeah,” Phil nodded. “Where’s Dan?”

You felt your heart sink at the mention of his name. “Uh, Dan? He’s… in his room.”

“Oh, I thought he would’ve been with you, like he always is,” Phil joked. Seeing that you didn’t laugh too, he bit his lip. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, grabbing a tin from one of the paper bags and walking over to the cupboard it went it. “We just had a little… disagreement, that’s all.”

Phil frowned. “Oh, okay.”

You mentally thanked Phil for not wanting to talk about it anymore. Everytime you thought about it you felt like you’d cry.

“Hey, Phil.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as you turned to face the voice.

“Hey Dan,” Phil smiled, greeting him a little less enthusiastically than he had done with you, now knowing what was going on.

“I’m just gonna go,” you mumbled, closing the cupboard door and starting to walk out of the room.

“Wait Y/N,” Dan called, grabbing your hand to try to stop you. “Can we talk?”

“Not now, Dan,” you sighed, trying to wriggle your hand from his grasp. Truth is, you didn’t want to do this in front of Phil. “I just want to apologise.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you look down at your feet, nodding. Dan lets go of your hand and steps back to give you space.

Phil takes this as a cue to give you some privacy, awkwardly walking down the hallway to his room. You silently wished he didn’t go.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I get too fucking jealous sometimes, and I overreacted because I was scared that you’d leave me and-”

“You’re scared that I’d leave you?” You say, looking up at him. “Why?”

“There are so many other guys out there that are better than me at literally everything. I’m just afraid that one day you’d be like, ‘well hey, Dan’s a bloody idiot! But look, this guy is super attractive and intelligent, I like him much better,’ and then knowing that you don’t love me anymore, that would break my fucking heart.”

You but your lip so hard that you thought it would bleed. Hearing Dan say that, listening to him telling you how much he loved and cared about you, that made your heart flip over and over again.

Without warning, you lunged at Dan, hugging him so tightly you were worried you’d squash him. You felt Dan wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up.

“I love you, Dan. I love you, I love you, I love you,” you repeated, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“I love you too. So, so much,” you could hear Dan say.

“Y/N, are you crying?”

“Maybe,” you sniffled, once you realised that you had started crying, hugging him tighter.

“I love you. I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you whispered, wiping your eyes.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk,” Dan apologised. “I won’t do that, ever again.”

You smiled, connecting your’s and Dan’s lips.

God, you really did love him.

A New Suit - Leon Draisaitl #1

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

about/request: Can I request a Leon Draisaitl one where he says something in German (a rant, a comment, whatever) without realizing you actually understand the language, please? I love your blog!! :)

warnings: cursing and sexual references

authors note: this was cool. i don’t know german so its all up to google translate so i’m sorry if its not right. i also added the translation to english right next to whatever was said in german so i hope it flows well!! 

word count: 953

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Old Maid | Joshua Hong || One Shot

Genre: fluff

Parings: SEVENTEEN Joshua Hong x Reader

Warnings: cringe because I cannot write fluff to save my life

I apologize to the one who requested this.

           “Granny panties,” Wonwoo snickered. Whenever he loses against you on any game—any game at all—he would drop remarks about your inexperienced self. He’d call you an old maid, a chastity belter, and sometimes consider you as one of the manliest men he knows. It didn’t help that your fashion sense basically consist of worn out sneakers, any kind of jeans you picked up in your room, and tee shirts that are probably either unisex or for males. By now, the only thing that makes you a girl is your hair that you insist on not tying up, for you’re too lazy to be keeping hair ties around and/or combing.

You rolled your eyes at the pettiness. “Fuck you, Jeon.”

           Standing up, you dusted off the loose grass on your jeans. A game of checkers turned into six consecutive rounds of you winning and Wonwoo losing. It got boring as time passed, and you’re craving pizza now.

           “I need pizza,” you said, gathering your bag. “Say hi to Minghao for me. He’s cool.”

           He nodded, looking up at you as he remained sitting on the grassy ground. “If Seungkwan comes and asks for you, what should I tell him?”

           The thought of Seungkwan and his sass makes you want to barf. “He can go to hell. You tell him that.”

           “Wow,” Wonwoo chirped. “What a beautiful friendship.”

           You flipped him off to emphasize the beautiful friendship, and went on your way to pizza.

           The Pizza House is the only place you trust. Students from your university would always crowd in various cafes and libraries, but you would cram last minute in a pizza parlour. The cheese and grease pizza offers calms both you and your stomach.

           You went to the counter and got your usual six slices, and proceeded to find a spot. It’s lunchtime already, so the people kept coming in. You spotted a table for four at the back, so you went there, aware that it is probably too big for one person.

                       Your mouth is opened at its widest, hovering on the fourth slice already when a soft voice disturbed you. “Can I sit here?”

You looked up to see a graceful person holding a tray of food in one hand, the other clutching on his bag strap. Looking around, you finally realize that there’s no more tables available, your table is too big for you, this is a really shitty cliché moment, and he probably is having a hard time balancing the tray in one hand.

Nodding, you gestured at the chair across you. He smiled an eye smile that made his eyes twinkle and made your heart go badump badump. You mentally slapped yourself. You have handsome friends. Why are you reacting like this now?

You mentally shrug. It’s not a big deal to appreciate a pretty face, right?

A few moments of chewing happened. You didn’t spare him another glance. You continued munching on your fifth or maybe sixth slice as if your stomach is a bottomless pit. The boy then decided to speak up to end the silence. “I’m Joshua.”

You looked up in confusion, suddenly realising how slow your brain is working.

“Oh, uh, I’m Y/N,” you muttered awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but his face and failing miserably.

Introducing yourself got you to look at him again. His soft features are truly mesmerizing. You found yourself staring a bit too long at his twinkling eye smile.

“Do you eat here often?”

His honey voice filled your ears, keeping you from thinking straight. How can a man look this angelic? You remember when your friend Jeonghan claimed himself as an angel because of his birthday. Jeonghan can choke on a pepero stick now. You found an actual angel in flesh.

“Hey,” he chuckled, bringing you back to reality. “You’ve been staring, Y/N.”

Flustered, you managed to gather yourself. “Sorry,” you stuttered, “I do come here often.”

“I’m actually a transfer student, and I just found out about this place,” Joshua said, smiling genuinely at you.

You tried to return the smile, but you find your smile hideous, so you opted to nod just to show you’re listening. “The pizza here is good.” You popped the last part of the pizza in your mouth and ate happily. Joshua fondly stared at how you obviously love eating.

“I’ll be coming here often, too, for a completely different reason.”

Joshua meant to flirt. You’re just dumb.

“Yeah, the buffalo wings here are also good.” You wiped the pizza grease off of your mouth with a napkin, and looked at him. His sweet little eye smile is now replaced with a smirk that makes you wonder if he’s the same person.

“What?” Confused, you blinked at him. “Don’t you like buffalo wings?”

Joshua sighs, “Can I get your number?” He fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You typed in your number, wondering what’s going on in his mind.

Joshua Hong isn’t one to flirt, but if he did, then he’s definitely interested. It’s quite frustrating since every single flirting tactic he knows is just going above your head. He knew he had to work harder than that.

“Why is Mr. Cherub always hanging out with us?” Jeonghan whined loud enough for the whole group to go silent.

For a month now, Joshua has been spending his time with you, unintentionally keeping you from your friends. Apparently, he has no friends at all, being a transfer student, so he stuck to you like glue. Not that you mind it.

He’d take you to movie dates that you thought were hang out ideas and to lunch dates that you thought were just free food moments. Every time you’d spend time with Joshua, your friends would be left without your presence. Jeonghan complained about you ditching them for a stranger, so you thought it would be better for Joshua to join your group. Seungkwan, Minghao and Seokmin are completely having fun with him. Wonwoo doesn’t really care if Joshua is added to your group, but Jeonghan opposed to the idea. Ever since you told him that you found an actual angel and that he’s a fraud angel, he would always try to get rid of Joshua.

           “I’m gonna be here whether you like it or not,” Joshua sang. He likes teasing the elder.

           You rolled your eyes at Jeonghan. “Stop being a baby,” you spat.

           Jeonghan made a high-pitched noise that counts as dramatic crying. “What did I ever do to deserve this slander? Why is Y/N choosing her boyfriend over me? I’m the bestest friend she has and yet she’s leaving me for…” He gestured wildly at Joshua who laughed at his antics. The others laughed too. Seungkwan pointed out that Jeonghan is being punished by the heavens for being a whiny bitch. Wonwoo insists that bestest is not a real word.

           Your ears didn’t miss the part in which Jeonghan referred to Joshua as your “boyfriend.” You blushed at the thought, and immediately excused yourself to hide the red thing called your face. You walked towards a near tree as if breathing exercises works better near photosynthesis.

           Wonwoo saw and heard everything, and decided to tease the reactions out of you.

           “Wow, Y/N. Joshua is so gay for you.” You hit the male’s arm in response. He’s being annoying again.

           “Stop calling me a man,” you glared.

           Wonwoo just laughed at you, suddenly turning serious. “Is he your boyfriend now?”

           “What?” You said, almost immediately. “N-no! It’s not like that.” You fiddled with your fingers, eyes cast down to avoid Wonwoo’s serious ones.

           “Then what are you two?”

           You sighed. “Friends.”

           “Huh,” he said. “Okay then. Friends. But… do you like your friend?”

           “Which one? You?” You playfully punched his arm. “Nah. I hate you.”

           “Don’t play dumb now,” he urged with a playful smile.

           You can’t help spilling your thoughts now. “Well, I don’t really know yet. There’s really nothing to think about.”

           Wonwoo understood what you mean, even if you’re having a hard time understanding yourself. He ruffled your hair as if trying to further make a mess of an already messy thing. He reassured, “Don’t worry. It’s fine if you don’t know yet. You’ll know sooner or later.”

           You smiled a little, and went back to your group with Wonwoo. Both of you laughed at the scene they’re making. Jeonghan is clutching at Seungkwan’s hair, pulling as hard as he can. Seungkwan’s hand are at the elder’s arms, pinching as hard as he can. If you’re not used to this kind of scene, you’d think their fighting, but in this friendship, it’s just playing around as long as it’s not a fist fight. Minghao and Seokmin were laughing, rolling on the ground as they witness their pettiest friends fight like high school girls.

           Joshua started explaining. “I tried to stop them, Y/N, but… Jeonghan let go of him! Seungkwan, oh my golly, that must hurt!”

           “Of course it hurts, dumbo,” Jeonghan managed to say as he wrestled Seungkwan. “Ah! If your pinches bruise my arms tomorrow, I swear to Go-“

           Jeonghan yelped when he felt Seungkwan pinch a sensitive part on his arm. The pain made him let go of the younger’s hair, and Seungkwan took off and hid behind a laughing Wonwoo.

           “Okay, that’s enough. You’re scaring our new friend,” you said with a laugh. “It’s normal, Josh. Don’t stress over them.”

           Joshua looked at you as if you grew two more heads. “This is what you do for entertainment?”

           “What? You’re afraid of a tiny pinch?” Minghao went to Joshua and pinched the latter. Joshua shrieked at the pang of the supposedly harmless pain. He rubbed at his arm that will most probably be bruised later.

“Too weak. A pinch is just a hickey in its nonsexual form, you know,” Seokmin commented, as he focused on Seungkwan’s balding head.

           “How will you protect your girlfriend then? I do not approve of this relationship,” Jeonghan pointed Joshua. Your eyes grew wide, and Joshua smirked at the comment by the older.

           You opened your mouth to say something that could potentially explain your real relationship, but before you could, Joshua spoke up for you. “We’re not together…”

           Jeonghan turned to you, throwing a questioning look at your direction. “But you go on dates-“

“…yet,” Joshua continued.

At least you all got to know each other better. Joshua found out how whiny Jeonghan can get, how Seungkwan likes to talk back, how Minghao doesn’t take shit from anyone, how Wonwoo lingers quietly like a piece of wood, and how Seokmin randomly do random things. Everyone found out how Joshua can make everyone go silent with one word.

           It’s not that you’re avoiding Joshua.

           You just refused to talk to him for the past few days is all.

           He’s been constantly texting you, trying to call you, and searching for the right timing to talk to you at the university, but you refuse to show yourself to him.

           To your friends, it’s becoming annoying. The first time you told them you want to hide form Joshua, they helped you, thinking you’re cute and still shocked. But after a few days passed, you just seemed like a middle schooler avoiding a confession when in reality, you’re a college graduating student whose virginity is still intact.

           They can’t blame you, though. No matter how potty mouthed and testosterone-ish you are, you’re still a naïve woman.

           Eventually, Joshua stopped reaching out. He felt like he’s clinging onto you too much and he’s annoying you. You obviously got bothered when he just disappeared from your field of vision. Most of the time, he’d be seen with a friend who’s not you.

           You sat on the field, back resting against a tree. Nose stuck in a book of blood and gore, you tried to mute the voices of your excruciatingly annoying friends.

           “Y/N should just talk to him,” Minghao said, exasperatedly.

           Seokmin shrugged. “She’s not ready yet, though.”

           The notion earned a huge, dramatic sigh from Jeonghan who’s sprawled idly on the grass. “She’s always not ready. What’s new?”

           “This is one of the few times I’d agree with you,” Seungkwan piped up. “Y/N is too much of a coward to face feelings and romance and sex and Joshua Hongs.”

           You dropped your book, the hard cover hitting the grass with a crunch. “I’m literally right beside you.”

           Wonwoo continued his reading, though smiling at what he’s hearing.

           “Oh,” Seungkwan deadpanned. “You’re there. Hi.”

           Grunting, you stood up. They all looked at you confused.

           “Where ya going?” Seokmin inquired, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

           You shot them a glare, one that you give whenever you’re taking on a challenge. “I’m an old maid, not a coward. I’m going to talk to Joshua.”

           Jeonghan whistled. “That’s my girl.”

           Minghao rolled his eyes. “Not yours. Joshua’s.”

           You brisk walked to where Joshua would usually be found with his new friend. Minghao stared offended at the middle finger Jeonghan flashed him.

           Hansol is a cool guy.

           He isn’t too flashy, but he isn’t ugly. In fact he’s charming. His disoriented personality just makes him less of a capable guy.

           Joshua found himself a friend that actually clicked with his persona. Hansol knew about you, of course. Joshua’s obvious staring at your direction tells a lot.

           “Why did you two stop talking again?” Hansol munched on a fry. Joshua likes hanging out on the empty bleachers. He also thought Hansol would be okay wherever you take him.

           Joshua sighed, checking his phone to see if you at least read any of his messages from before. “I was getting creepy, so I stopped chasing.”

           “If you think you’re creepy then that means you’re not.”

           Joshua smiled and ruffled the hair of the younger. “Sometimes, I don’t get your thinking.”

           “Nobody really does,” Hansol grinned.

           Their conversation came to a halt when you dropped your bag beside Joshua. Joshua stared at your sweaty figure. Now, what compassionate wind blew you to his direction?

           “We… Me… You… Talk…” you panted.

           Joshua was in a daze and it took an elbowing from Hansol to get him back to his senses. “Ah! Oh, yeah, uh…” he trailed off. “Sure. Let’s got to a café.”

           You shook your head. “I hate that place. Let’s go to the Pizza House.”

           You fiddled with your fingers on your lap.

           “What do we talk about?” Joshua started.

           “Uh,” you coughed a little at the uneasiness. “I have no idea.”

           Mentally, you smacked yourself. You confidently barged to someone’s hang out place, asked to talk, and ended up with nothing to talk about. Careless and damned.

           Joshua found it cute and endearing.

           “I…” you started. “Do you hate me now?”

           Taken aback, Joshua raised his brows. “What even makes you think that?”

           “You avoided me,” you said with a small voice. His heart sank.

           “You avoided me first.”

“Yeah, but you avoided me after.” At this point, you realize that you sound stupid. Eyes closed, you threw your head back and grimaced.

Joshua chuckled, his eyes twinkling with smile. “I thought I was too much of a bother, so—“

He was cut off by you, suddenly vigorously shaking your head at what he said. “Never!”

“You were avoiding me so much, so I just assumed.”

“I was just…” eyes cast down, you thought of a better wording. “I was afraid.”

Joshua subtly tilted his head to the side. “Of what?”

“Of things,”

“Like what?”



“Like you…”


“I like you,” you managed to quietly say, praying it was heard since there’s no way you’re saying it again. It’s better if you get rejected now. It’s just your first confession ever. It’s no big deal. Not at all.

It was silent for a few moments until you can’t bear it anymore, so you raised your head to look at him, surprised that he’s just been staring at you with a warm smile on his face.


“I like you, too, dummy,” he grinned.

You looked at him confused. “Are you aware that I’m practically a man? Manlier than you, probably.”

Joshua’s brows furrowed. “I’ve only ever seen you as my princess.”

“Hey, I like you, but calm your cheese.” You gagged.

Joshua laughed. “Kitten?”

Gasping dramatically, you said, “Disgusting.”

“You said you like me!” Joshua clutched his heart in fake hurt.

“I do not remember saying such thing.”

You laughed, and he laughed. You two shared a moment of smiles and giggles, aware of how comfortable you are with each other’s company. The laughter died down, and it was just Joshua staring you straight in the eyes with his signature eye smile that never falters.


You hummed, fully captivated by his warm smile.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

           “Y/N, will you marry me?”

           Jeonghan suddenly propped himself on one knee, holding your hands in his.

           “What the hell happened when I was gone?” You asked Wonwoo who sat quietly. Seokmin, Minghao, and Seungkwan are attending their classes. That leaves an annoying Jeonghan and a patient Wonwoo.

           “They made a bet.” Wonwoo cringed. “Dorks wanted to know if you have a secret thing for Han.”

           You sighed and turned to look at Joshua. “He’s just being stupid,” you said, gesturing at Jeonghan who’s still waiting for your response. Joshua nodded, but clear displeasure washed over his face.

           “C’mon, Y/N,” the man on his knee urged. “Admit you have a crush on me, and I get paid.”

           Rolling your eyes, you snatched your hands away from him. “You really bet on me crushing on you?”

           “Duh.” Jeonghan stood up and dusted his pants. “Of course you do. I’m beautiful.”

           Joshua can’t help pulling your waist to bring you to his side. Your reddening cheeks gave away the thought. Wonwoo had his mouth agape, and Jeonghan quirked an eyebrow.

           “Y/N is my girlfriend now,” Joshua boldly announced. “I’d appreciate if you stop touching her however you like.”

           Wonwoo stood up and walked to you. Het pat your shoulder like a proud father, flashing Joshua a polite smile before doing so. “Wow, Y/N. You finally grew balls to confess.”

           Joshua opened his mouth to object, taking full offense on what Wonwoo had just said. But before he could, you stomped on Wonwoo’s foot, causing the man to hop around in pain.

           “Aha,” Jeonghan remarked, satisfied. “That’s my girl.”

           “Not yours,” Joshua grumbled, throwing harsh glares towards your flirty friend. “Mine.