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Tricks (Part 1)

Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie

A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match. 

Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff. 

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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Patrick Hockstetter: Taste like Pennies

Request  “ i need more rough patrick in my life tbh maybe where his gf is small and nervous and one day henry goes too far with teasing her and patrick gets super pissed + hot makeouts?? ?”

A/N → “stop, writing feelings into your patrick fics” you scream at me, hitting me with your frayed broom “leave the ending ambiguous!!” i'm crying on the floor. “i cant” i scream back “if i could i would but i cant”

Pairing → Patrick Hockstetter x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  → typical patrick shit, violence (not towards you), patrick kind of hustling you around i guess, patrick being a greasy manchild 


You swallowed thickly as Henry Bowers rounded on you.

“’S just a question. No need to get all squirrelly. There’s no one here to worry about except me.” No. Really?

Your back was pressed against hard, red brick as he loomed over you. You had come to meet Patrick after your last class, only to find the entirety of the Bowers Gang, minus him; the person you came to see, waiting for you.

When you turned that corner, you had made eye contact with Henry, who said Patrick had asked him to take you home instead (not that you believed him for a minute), and patted his lap while looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. “Saved you a seat” he had murmured.

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S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

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Truly want - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Truly want

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill being jealous when you go out with another guy because he has feelings for you. What he doesn’t know is that the only reason you do it is to get over him to not ruin your friendship.

A/N: There’s lil bit of angst there but still, writing jealous Bill and flustered Bill is one of the best things in the world!

“I just- I still- I can’t-” he let a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand down his face.

“Yes?” you asked, trying to fight a giggle as you looked at his reflection in the mirror, still trying to get your earring to cooperate with you.

“I mean-” he licked his lips, trying to look indifferent but truth was he was very much interested and it showed at how he struggled to form the right words “Why would you want to go out with him again?” he finally breathed out.

“Why do you ask?” you asked back with a giggle and he seemed to stiffen for a moment.

“N-nothing.” he shook his head “Nothing it’s just, I’m curious. That’s all.”

“Curious or… a little bit jealous?” you asked with a smirk and his eyes widened.

“What?!” his voice came out high-pitched and you had to keep yourself from laughing at the moment “Of- of course I’m not! Why would I be?!”

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What Am I To You?

Summary: Taehyung was in love with you but you’re in love with someone else

Pairings: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 5.5k

Warning: College au- so strong language and slight smut

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I just stumbled upon your meta posts and I love all your thoughts and analyses! I was wondering, though: in season 3 especially, Keith really does seem to make a lot of poor leadership choices, and the writers almost seem to go out of their ways to highlight his bad judgement. But looking back after reading your posts, I feel like I might've been biased, so I was wondering if you could elaborate. What moments (particularly in season 3) convinced you that Keith has leadership potential?

It’s not season 3 that convinced me of that haha. It was mostly what I saw in season 1 and 2. But season 3 really didn’t change my mind.

Even tho at the beginning of the season Keith is a terrible leader.

And I complained non stop about Keith’s extreme reaction and odd decisions even before I saw the first two episodes, just after hearing the sdcc spoilers haha. But now after watching season 3 I understand why it had to be like that and how it all fits. No complains.

And what I feel they are trying to shows you, is not his bad leadership skills, but just his love for Shiro.

Like they weren’t kiddin when they said Shiro was the only thing that could calm him down and keep him in check haha

And I really didn’t expect Keith to fall apart like that, it seemed really out of character for him, just from what I’ve seen in Keith in seasons 1 and 2, I expected him to hurt but to step up and take command just like Shiro wanted him to.

Because he kinda always did that before… Like watch how fast he is to take control of a situation when Shiro is out of commission or a bit lost or away or even in actual danger.

Keith knows what he’s doing and he’s good at giving instructions even and knows how to command a team and knows when to hold back (Don’t forget he was the one against going to save Allura because he knew it was too risky).

And then Shiro is gone, and suddenly all that is out of the window, suddenly it’s What team? What mission? Shiro is the only thing that matters.

And I didn’t like that because of how it made Keith’s character be all about Shiro, but now that they’ve drawn this parallel between him and Zarkon (with how he betrayed everyone and basically screwed the universe for the person he loved) I’m totally fine with it because I see it’s actually going somewhere.

And “Shiro or the universe”, is something I saw them going for already, just didn’t expect them to put so much focus on it and so early on.

Now ok, this is how I explain Keith’s shaky start as team leader there:

He doesn’t want to do this. 

That’s basically it.

You kno like when someone asks you to wash the dishes, so you wash em badly, so that they won’t ask you to do that again haha.

I’m not saying he didn’t struggle a bit with the new lion and the new position 

(although I dun remember him having any problems with the different controls when he was saving Shiro in “Across the Universe”, but because it was a quick deal I’ll leave him the benefit of a doubt..)

He’s just not really into it.

And at first I was like, he wouldn’t go that far as actually putting his teammates in danger over this, right?

But then with how emotional he’s been acting in the first two episodes all “SCREW EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE, SHIRO IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME”, I dunno if I should put it out of the equation…

Basically what I feel he’s doing in the first 3 episodes is being “Oh no look what I did!! I acted like a crazy impulsive loner and messed things up, maybe we need Shiro after all…hmm I guess we should just keep looking for him.”

And I’m saying it because of this:

Here Allura says

For Keith it seems like it’s true when it comes to Allura (as he had no problem leaving her behind in season 1) but apparently not when it comes to Shiro haha.

And Keith agrees with her there.

But look what he does on that Gas planet, Allura takes a hit and he leaves Allura behind and Lance has to yell at him to stop.

And then Allura apologizes and then Lance is like:

“We’re a team. We stick together. Isn’t that right, Keith?” 

And Keith goes:

“It’s not about the team.

We have a mission that’s more important than any one of us.

We need to find Lotor and stop him, and I plan on doing that right now.”

So I feel like in a way he just goes “Oh yeah Allura? It’s bigger than any one person? So I guess I’m just gonna leave you behind for this mission, actually I have no problem leaving any of you behind JUST LIKE YOU’RE LEAVING SHIRO BEHIND”

I think he’s kinda being passive aggressive about them forcing him to pilot the black lion haha.

Also I think he just wants to get rid of Lotor so fast not because he really wants to put an end to the Galra empire thing, because well, he didn’t care about that just awhile ago, but because he’s in the way of them looking for Shiro.

Seriously, listen to him in this scene, he sounds so fake here…

”This is all my fault. I followed him right into this trap. Everyone warned me, but I didn’t listen. I put the entire team in jeopardy.”

And Lance is just: “Yeah, you kinda did. But now we gotta fix it.”

Like yeah sure Keith, I bet he knew it was a trap from the start. (but also that it was nothing that he couldn’t get them out of easily if he wanted to)

So I think Keith tried to convince them he sucks but then he realized it’s not working and they still want him to lead, so he finally takes this seriously.

And it think you can immediately see the switch in his attitude. They form Voltron right away. He knows exactly what to do. He even says “No, we need to wait and not fight Lotor”

That seems like too fast of a character growth haha

Like what, Lance tells him one line? And suddenly he’s a good leader?

I don’t think so. I think he was just faking it so they won’t give up on Shiro.

Also notice that from that point on he doesn’t make any more stupid mistakes.

Like here, who was the one who said “Hey guys… it’s a trap!”

“Hey, Allura, maybe you should not help these guys get that rock”

And guess who didn’t listen and fucked everything up???

And then Shiro, mr “I really need to feel valuable and appreciated rn” comes back and is making stink faces at Keith for taking his position as leader (even though he totally gave it to him before) just cause he can’t face the thought of him being useless.

And again, no one listens to Keith! Even though he’s right!

Keith realizes that Lotor is probably smarter than all of them, but at this point he might not be stronger.

And they already messed up like 2 times with him and gave him an advantage.

Keith knows that if they give Lotor time to think and plan, he will most likely have the upper hand soon.

So yeah, they had to go for him at that very second, because at that point they have a ship with a teleduv and Voltron, Lotor just has some scaultrite and a ship with an inexperienced pilot in it. They had a good chance taking him down at that moment.

And yeah, I think they could have taken down the meteor ship and also got the cargo, but if they had to chose then taking down the ship would be the better choice, because it’s the more dangerous thing to let Lotor have.

Shiro is…. I dunno what he’s thinking.. But he’s obviously wrong and Allura is all “Shiro is right! Yay Shiro you perfect leader you!”

( For Allura’s defense tho Keith kinda left her to die twice already, so I understand why she has a bias for Shiro haha)

But yeah, they screwed up big time there by not listening to Keith.

And like Keith and Shiro are so different in their leading style, and they are kinda set up to complete eachother eventually.

Shiro is very team focused, and he usually strives to avoid conflict and is incredibly soft and I’d say even passive.

And as someone who thinks like Keith most of the time, it’s annoying me till no end haha. But I know the power of his way of leadership, and I know that it’s needed sometimes. So I’m not looking down on that.

Keith is the opposite of that!

Keith’s mind is “progress progress progress now now now” he sees an opportunity and he takes it, like they just learned about Lotor’s existence and Keith already has a tracker on him and is on the way to beat him up haha.

He thinks and operates so fast.

Shiro likes playing it safe. (and slow)

I kinda spoken about this before already, how Shiro is trying to survive and Keith is trying to win. And they need to balance it out or it won’t work.

Which is what’s going to happen in season 4.

Because we see Shiro being all “Our top priority is the coalition!” which is not a bad idea at all. Just not at that time.

And Keith’s like “Nooo we need to get Lotor he’s gonna fuck us all up if we don’t go after him now!!”

And guess who’s right, and guess who’s finally gonna run out of luck (hopefully) and suffer the consequences of their poor decision making?

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Either Helios and Apollo taking care of a sick Icarus or helping him deal with allergy season (I like sickfics and characters taking care of each other)

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By default, Icarus isn’t a particularly cheery guy.  He’s prone to sarcasm, depression, and cynicism – even when he’s in fine health.

When he’s not in fine health, the grouchiness goes off the charts.

A long coughing fit is punctuated by two mighty sneezes and a curse.  “Is there some god of sickness so I can kick his ass,” Icarus raves hoarsely, looking around for more Mucinex.  

Helios laughs from where he’s sitting improbably balanced on the back of a kitchen chair.  “As it so happens, that particular asshole is in your apartment right now!”

Icarus looks up through bleary eyes at Helios, who’s pointing at Apollo, who’s looking at Icarus thoughtfully.

Icarus blinks.  “Wait – I thought you were a doctor?  The god of healing?  You heal people!”

“And kill them, sometimes. Both aspects of disease fall under my domain.  Though I lay no claim to this attack on your immune system,” Apollo says absently, leaning over to inspect Icarus closely.  Icarus feels too shitty to blush; he just glowers and wavers where he stands.

“…It does appear your initial production of white blood cells has failed to fight off the virus. It’s an infection now; a pity. You’ll have to go through the unpleasantness of fever and phlegm to dispel it.”

“I’ll be happy to help you kick his ass, Icarus, just say the word!”

Icarus groans and grabs a glass of water and the Mucinex, retreating to his room.  

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Second Love (Yoongi x Reader) w/ visuals

- pt 1 -

summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you

words: 6,419

genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)

a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)

Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.

Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.

He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.

He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.

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Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader-The Next Bruce Lee

Oh my goodness gracious I had so much fun writing this!!! I wonder if I could make all of my soulmate fics series, but I’ll decide when I’m done with all of the requests.  Also, the reader and Damian are 18 in this fic.  I just wanted you guys to know so you don’t get confused.  Enjoy!!!

Warning: Blood, Injuries, Fight Scene

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But Cuddling is for...

(( Billy and Steve have been getting off with each other in empty locker rooms and the back of Billy’s car for weeks, but when Steve invites Billy over while his folks are away, things get a little more… innocent. Billy doesn’t know how to feel about this.))

Billy shifts uncomfortably on his back. Steve’s shoulder is digging into him.

“Like this?” he questions with distaste.

Steve laughs a little and puts a hand on his shoulder to move him just so.

“More like this,” he demonstrates. “Better?” he asks.

Billy huffs a breath. Afraid to shrug and ruin the position Steve arranged.

“Whatever. It’s still gay.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees ironically. “The scandal. Fuck me all you want but god forbid we cuddle after.”

Billy sighs. They’ve been over this. Well no, they haven’t really, but Billy feels it ought to go without saying. He tenses up to leave. But Steve slides a hand over his waist, and presses lips to his ear.

“Hey,” he says softly. “I’m sorry. Just give it a chance, Bill.”

Steve’s fingers trail over his far hip, gentle and teasing, and Billy is powerless to push him away. He sinks a little deeper into Steve’s arms without quite realising it.

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anonymous asked:

What did Sophie and Kit say in an interview for EW about Jon and Sansa and about the relationship between Jon and Sansa? Of course I don't mean like a couple just wondering what they said^_^

Hey Anonny! Here are the quotes from Kit and Sophie I think you are looking for about what Jon and Sansa’s relationship will be like in s7 …

Kit Harington (x):

“Jon’s uncontrolled emotions get him into trouble. It’s that racing into battle when he should have stayed back. It’s the not thinking tactically. I don’t think he’ll ever overcome his hotheadedness. (Sansa) has knowledge he doesn’t have. He’ll listen to her more this season.”

Sophie Turner (x)

“They’re equals for the first time. And I think he’s really restoring [Sansa’s] faith in men.It’s just nice for her to be on par with someone of the opposite sex especially…To have someone listen to her and actually ask her advice is a really nice thing for her…She’s a kind of leader in her own right now, and that’s really refreshing.”

Sophie’s quote is actually from an interview back in December, not the EW one. But that’s the one I think people have been talking about!

To which I say…

Clark’s Niece - Part 3

So this is a bigger jump in time than I origionally wanted, but oh well! Damian the the reader have not started dating yet. Here is a little bit of angst for everyone! I don’t know when I’ll post next.

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“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You scrub the rain off your face, “Hey, Jay …”

Jason quickly pulls you into the house, “What happened? I thought you were spending the weekend at the Manor?”

You let out a soft sob, “Damian and I got in a fight”

Jason tenses, his hands tightening slightly on your shoulder before loosening, “Come on, lets get you into some dry cloths and you can tell me what happened”

He gently nudges you toward his room, “Can I get out the blue sweater?”

Jason knows that when you pull out the blue sweater it means that you are really upset, so he just calls out the affirmative. Flopping down on the couch Jason groans, “He’s only 16, how bad could he have fucked up?”

– (Earlier that night) –

Wayne Enterprise had decided to host a charity gala that Friday night, and you had been invited, but not by Damian. You hadn’t even known about the gala until you showed up at the Manor after school. Dick greeted you with a grin and a dress, telling you to get ready. Thinking that Damian had set all of this up, you made sure to look your best for the gala. This would be the first event that you were seen with Damian at and you wanted to look your best.

“Dick, will you help me with my hair?!”

Instead of Dick, Alfred walked in, “I believe that I would be much better suited for this task, Miss Y/N. I used to help Bruce’s mother with her hair before similar events, it shall be nice to help in this way again” You smile up at the older man, letting him do whatever he wanted with your hair.

When you next opened your eyes you are in awe. Alfred had pulled your hair up into a beautiful waterfall braid, and throughout the curled waved he had placed beautiful jewels, making every movement sparkle. “It’s beautiful”

“Indeed you are. Now, I seem to have lost track of time, and I believe that you will be fashionably late for the gala”

-

You arrive at the gala in a limo, almost an hour after the arty started. Dick glances over at you, “Even though we’re late, I don’t think that we’re the last ones to arrive”

You giggle, and accept his help in getting out of the car. The long green dress, and matching heels can be difficult to navigate in, so you use your powers a little bit to make sure you don’t fall.

You walk into the gala with a smile on your face, but it instantly drops as soon as you see Damian. He’s surrounded by models, two are hanging off of his arms, and a third has her arms around his neck. “Dick …”

Dick see’s what you’re looking at, “Shit, Y/N. We should go this was a mistake. I’m so sorry …”

“Is this why he didn’t want me to come?” you whisper.

Dick whips you around so you’re facing him, “Y/N listen to me, don’t jump to any conclusions. Damian could have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this”

You turn back around, this time to find Damian kissing, more like making out, with one of the models, the other two peppering kisses all over his face and neck. “Yeah, I bet he does”

Damian’s eyes open when the model pulls back, and he makes eye-contact with you. Instead of waiting around you pull away from Dick and quickly make your way to the roof. “Y/N!! Y/N wait!”

Completely ignoring Damian, you burst onto the roof, and storm to the edge. “What?!? What do you want Damian?!”

“I wanted to apologize for what happened …”

You let out a hysterical laugh, already on the verge of tears, “Why would you need to apologize?! You seemed to really be enjoying yourself in there!”

“No! They meant nothing!” Damian was slowly trying to get closer to you, one hand reached out.

“Oh, they meant nothing?! It didn’t look like they meant nothing! They were all over you! I thought that we … that you and I … were more than friends … but now that I saw that I know I was wrong” You draw your-self up to your full height, “I guess I was wrong, Damian. I apologize for loving you. Love is obviously something that a Wayne man is incapable of” You snarl. “Goodbye”

Flinging yourself off the roof you purposefully block out anything that Damian says, and you fly to the only place that you feel safe, Jason’s.

– (Present) –

Jason sits, shocked, on the couch, trying to absorb everything you just told him. He sighs and opens his arms, “Come here, sweetheart”

You lunge across the sofa, burying yourself in Jason’s arms, and you finally cry like you want to. “Why does it hurt so much?” you sob. If feels like your heart was torn out and left on that rooftop, like a piece of you is missing.

“I’m so sorry he hurt you like this. But I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.”

Jason rocks you back and forth gently, and slowly your tears begin to stop and you start to get tired, “’m tired, Jay”

“Go to sleep then. I’ll make sure no one bothers you alright?”

You nod sleepily, closing your eyes and letting exhaustion overcome you.

Soon after Jason puts Y/N to bed there is a knock on his front door. It’s Damian, of course it’s Damian. Jason flings the door open, his broad shoulder taking up almost the entire doorframe, “What do you want, brat?”

“I need to see, Y/N. I need to explain what happened. Please, Jason, let me …”

“I think you’ve done enough tonight” Jason interrupted, “She’s a mess, and it’s your fault. The best thing you can do right now is get the hell off my doorstep, go home, and figure out how you’re going to win her back. Because if you leave things the way they are, you are missing out on the chance of a lifetime, babybat. And honestly that’s something I would hate to see”

Damian’s shoulders slump, he looks like the weight of the world is dragging him down, “Can I see her, please, I won’t do anything. I just need to know that she’s safe. Please, Jason, that’s all I’m asking.”

Jason sighs but moves aside. He leads Damian to his bedroom door and slowly opens it a crack, just enough for Damian to see the state that Y/N is in. Her hair in a tangled mess, makeup streaked her face, and she looks so small, curled up in Jason’s large bed. It makes a surge of protectiveness and guilt build up in Damian. He had caused Y/N pain, even after he had promised to protect her.

Damian quietly closes the door, “Thank you” He heads back to the front door, “Will you make sure that she is safe?”

“You know I will”

He nods, “Thank you, for helping her.”

Jason sighs, “Listen, kid. I know that Bruce was probably the one who set you up with the models, I know you probably didn’t want them at all. But the fact of it is that Y/N did see you with them. You need to make her feel like she is the only girl in the entire world who exists, that your love only exists for her. You need to prove to her that you are Her Dami, that you aren’t the Damian Wayne she saw tonight.” Jason raked a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to see her in pain, and I don’t want to see you hurting either. Remind her that you are hers just as much as she is yours. If you do that, then you might have a chance of winning her back. But before you do, you have to ask yourself a very important question. What are you willing to do, give up Y/N for good, or disobey your father? Once you choose, then decide what to do, because you can’t have both. You can’t expect to be seen as a playboy like Bruce, and still keep Y/N”

Damian nods at the end of Jason’s speech, “Thank you, Jason. You … you are a good brother. I know now what I have to do”

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Will this fight tear them apart or will they be able to reconcile? WHO KNOWS!!!!!!

Try to Understand (pt. 5)

Characters: Alpha!Dean Smith, Omega!Reader, Omega!Charlie, Beta!Benny

Word Count: 3300-ish

Warnings: Language, drama with a bit of angst

A/N: This AU series was started for @dr-dean‘s A/B/O writing challenge, using the song “Magic Man” by Heart as a prompt. Many thanks as always to @roxy-davenport for being a great beta reader. This part picks up not long after part 4 left off. As always, I adore feedback and appreciate constructive criticism. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!

Reader’s thoughts are in italics

Part 4      Part 6

Originally posted by asharpisaflat



You snuggle into the pillow as you swing a leg out from under the covers, eager to feel the cool air. After a few seconds, you readjust the pillow again, trying to find a comfortable position with your sore muscles.

Another few minutes later, you roll over in the bed, kicking away the sheets. Your stomach aches with hunger, while the rest of you aches with a satisfied kind of soreness. You and Dean had barely left the bed for the last 36 hours as he helped you with your situation over and over again. A tiny groan slips from your throat as you stretch and turn, trying to find a new, cool spot to relax in. Eyes still closed, you pull one of your other pillows beneath your head, burying your nose in it and inhaling the strong Alpha scent that lingers.

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt. 2

A/N: Hello again, cuties.(Someone said I have a new petname for every chapter lmao) but I’m back again and ready to serve ya drama and fluff. Everybody in my inbox is hella excited, so I’m trynna live up to your expectations. Anyway, you know the drill of 100 notes and feedback for chapter 3 and I hope yall enjoy💕

Also someone asked who do I envision as Y/N while writing and I’ll say Normani Kordei but shorter cuz I’m 5'2 lmao….ig for the non POC you can fill in the character with her

And one more thing…why is The Story of Another Us so underrated? Like it came up on my playlist while writing this and I was like the fuck? It’s been on repeat for an hour, someone help me. And Daylight too…wtf you guys.

**WARNING**: Nah, nothin just mentions of smut? Nothin serious honestly


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“We need to talk.”

Those four words sent your anxiety spiraling through the roof as Calum stood in your doorway with an emotionless expression. You simply nodded your head and moved to the side to allow the tall Māori to come in, following him and seating yourself on the couch. You watched as he used the remote to turn off the tv and stood tugging on his raven curls. You refused to say anything and just waited until he was ready to speak.

“Y/N,” he called out your name and you nervously began to bounce your leg.“I…what the hell?”

“I know.”

“You’re keeping it?”

“Of course I’m keeping it, the fuck?”

“There isn’t a way to tell if it’s mine or not before it’s born? Because if it’s not mine, Y/N….” he trailed off with a laugh that was in no means filled with joy.“You might be carrying Luke’s baby. How great is that?”

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Phichit Commands!

A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri) - 24. “I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” - I got creative with this one. Recently I’ve started to like involving Phichit in fics. Enjoy XDD

Summary: [Pre-relationship] Victor finds Yuuri skyping with Phichit and decides to eavesdrop for a little. As he does, he learns some veeery interesting things about Yuuri. Like… how ticklish he is?

Word Count: 2363


“Fanclub? Phichit-kun, I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” A smile grazed Victor’s lips and he had to pick up the cold damp towel from his bare shoulders to press it against his lips as he stood outside Yuuri’s room, peeking inside and listening in. 

The action was a good one that turned his laugh into a soft muffled chuckle, which did not give him away just yet. It had been a couple of minutes since he came back from his shower to find Yuuri engaged in a fascinating conversation with his buddy Phichit. 

He knew very well about their friendship but was just curious about their relationship since Yuuri was often talking about the Thai figure skater, but Victor had never really seen them interact. So finding Yuuri in his room, skyping with the younger male was enough to have him stand behind the door to eavesdrop. It gave him a lot of interesting and especially hilarious information:

Phichit shipped the two of them so bad, even jokingly calling them his OTP! Genius. Victor couldn’t help but blush and giggle at this. Sure he noticed their chemistry and Yuuri even boldy invited him to be his coach. But despite all that he still seemed pretty shy, which was why he just decided to take things easy.

So hearing how Yuuri’s best friend approved of them (well, even shipped them), of course that made him very happy.

“We both know you’ve been crushing on him ever since you were little.” Also that. Yuuri idolizing him, he knew, because hell those posters and pictures and what-not in his room weren’t hidden properly. 

But Phichit’s words were all the extra confirmation Victor needed to verify they were not just coach and student, not just colleagues and not just friends. They were developing a romantic bond and everyone around them probably noticed except for Yuuri himself because he probably didn’t want to believe it? 

“Phichit-kun stop it! You’re being silly!” Yuuri was still flustered and scolding Mr. shipper for joking about making a fanclub solely for shipping ‘Victuuri’ as he called it, and Victor was still barely over that and the crushing- comment when the directness of Phichit’s words took a next level.

“I’m not being silly, you are. Can’t believe you’re still not dating. You even sleep and bathe together!” Phichit joked, and Victor let out another muffled laugh.

“W-we don’t sleep together!” Yuuri protested with a squeaky voice. 

“Yeah yeah. I bet he hasn’t found about that either then,” Phichit said with enough sass and mischief to replace Victor’s urge to laugh with a lot of curiosity. ‘That’? 

“You don’t mean that that right?” Yuuri replied. What were they talking about? That that? Phichit chuckled mischievously in response.

“Oh Phichit-kun don’t you even dare ever telling him!” Yuuri argued, sounding very nervous and embarrassed, and even though Victor couldn’t see his face, he was sure he was blushing now. More curiosity. 

“Of course I am. It’s attractive, you should let him do it to you.” Do it to him!? Victor was close to having a nosebleed, or so he felt. His face was getting hot and he had no idea what these boys were talking about.

“Definitely not! It’s embarrassing!” Yuuri protested, even raising his voice. 

“No it isn’t! All he has to do is touch you in the right way and–” 

“PFFtt!” Victor wasn’t sure if it was his own flustered reaction, the hilarity of it all or both, but he suddenly couldn’t hold back his snorty laugh. Well now that he did that, he’d better make his entrance right away, and still laughing with his hand covering his mouth he wobbled into the room to where Yuuri was sitting.

“Victor!? How long have you–” Yuuri squeaked, but Victor patted his head and leaned over him to pay some good attention to the little ball of energy that apparently consisted of a lot of Yuuri-secrets.

“Hello Victor. How are you doing?” Phichit asked casually, and while ignoring Yuuri’s squeaky remarks about him being half naked and his questions of how much he’d heard, Victor responded merrily.

“Doing good! And very curious to your secret language. What is this attractive thing I have yet to find out?” he asked with a smirk, and Phichit giggled.

“What, he really doesn’t know yet?” Phichit reacted to Yuuri first, who jumped in surprise and shook his head, his hands waving as a silly reaction to some secret that was probably about to be spilled. Just when Victor tried to butt in again, Phichit already released him from his curiosity. 

“Yuuri, why don’t you tell him how ticklish you are!” 

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I Should Have Been There

Word Count: 1300

A/N: This was requested by -sardonicjughead on Wattpad and I’m hoping this is alright, I wrote this at school lol. Enjoy some more angst my friends! ALSO I JUST WATCHED RIVERDALE AND IM DEAD IM SCREAMING IM TRIGGERED SEND HELP.  Much love!

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

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    “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Y/N exclaimed, walking into Archie’s bedroom where Jughead was playing video games. Jughead looked over to his girlfriend and rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.

    “I guess I’ll leave you two be.” Archie said, exiting from the game him and Jughead were playing and standing up. “No fooling around on my bed.” He teased as he left.

    “Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking over at Jughead who looked super pissed off.

    “I’m fine.” He huffed, seating himself on Archie’s bed and pulling out his phone, he needed something to distract him from what was to come.

    “Are you sure?” she asked tenderly, walking towards him.

    “I said I’m fine!” he snapped, and Y/N stood stunned for a second.

    “Okay, I’m sorry for asking.” She whispered, sitting on his bed. “Well anyways, I’m not going home ever again.” she said, and Jughead just shook his head.

    “Why not?” he asked, not really listening to Y/N at all.

    “My dad, he’s such an ass. He was drinking last night, heavily as you would imagine because when is he not-anyways, after I came home from Pops last night I found him passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and bottles. After I put my stuff upstairs I came back down and started to pick up the cans and bottles because I didn’t want our house to start to smell like a liquor store like it usually does. I mean I spent this whole weekend shampooing the carpet to get the beer and liquor smell out, the whole weekend! Anyways as I was picking it up, he woke up and started drunkenly screaming at me, telling me that I needed ‘to leave his shit alone’ and 'if I thought for a second I could steal his alcohol and get away with it, I was out of my damn mind’.” Y/N ranted, grabbing Jugheads pillow from the top of his bed and placing it in her lap, squeezing it. Jughead scrolled on his phone, opening a game and started to play.

    “I told him I wasn’t trying to take his alcohol, and that I was only trying to pick up. I made up the excuse that I didn’t want him to step on an aluminum can and slice open his foot, or slip on a glass bottle and hit his head, although at this point I could care less if it happened.” She scoffed, and then paused. Her face fell slightly, and she sighed. “Okay I would care a little bit, I mean he is my dad for fucks sake but he is such an ass that I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.” Jughead nodded his head, trying to make it seem like he was listening and agreeing, although he had no idea what was being said.

    “Yeah, I bet.” He murmured mindlessly.

    “Anyways, I stood up after I had about an arms-full of cans and took them to the recycling bin out in the garage, and when I came in I started to reach for more bottles and cans, but he pushed me over, and I fell on a glass bottle, that just happened to shatter when I landed on it and I cut my arm and had to have Betty and Veronica pull broken glass out of my arm for about an hour.” She rolled up the sleeves of a green sweater she 'borrowed’ from Jughead, and revealed a large bandage running the whole length of her forearm. Again, Jughead just nodded and pretended to agree.

    “Yeah, I totally understand.” He muttered, and Y/N looked at him, noticing he was playing a game on his phone.

    “Are you even listening to me Jughead?” she asked, and she saw his face harden a little.

    “Yeah.” He replied, and she stood up from his bed.

    “What did I just say happened to me then?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jughead threw his phone on the bed and looked up at Y/N.

    “I don’t know, probably the same shit that you always complain about. 'oh Jughead, my dad drinks all the time and he is such an ass.’ "He mocked her, trying his best to mimic her voice. ” 'Oh Jughead, I don’t know where my mom is, she hasn’t returned my calls in days and I’m worried, I miss her so much.’ I get it Y/N, you have a shitty home life, but guess what, so do I. All you do is complain about it and I’m tired of listening.“ He erupted, and Y/N backed away slowly.

    "You’re an ass, Jughead Jones.” She spat, tears welling in her eyes. “You forgot to mimic the part where he pushed me down, causing me to cut my arm open and left me bleeding, he didn’t even care.” Jugheads face softened, and worry started to replace his anger. “But that’s okay, your game was more important. I guess I forgot to add the part where the only reason I’m alive right now is probably because Veronica and Betty came to my house because I left my math text book at Pops, and they wanted to return it. But when nobody answered, they came in and found me in the kitchen, where I had passed out because I don’t do well at the sight of blood, and as you now know my arm was heavily bleeding.” She said, shoving the sleeve up again and taking off the bandages.

    “I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jughead started, trying to hug the girl but she pushed him away with her good arm and showed him the wound.

    “They took me to the ER where I got this stitched, and they called the police on my dad. He’s in jail now, just so you know. And I’m staying with Veronica so I don’t end up on the streets, but let me guess, you don’t care about that, do you?” she angrily asked, wrapping her wound back up.

    “Y/N-”

    “Look, I’m sorry I come to you and rant about my family. But it’s because you’re my boyfriend, and I thought I could come to you with things like this. I felt comfortable opening-up to you, you were the only one to know of my family problems until last night. I was forced to tell Betty and Veronica because of what happened. Did you notice I called you last night?” she asked, and Jughead hung his head low. He had ignored the call, thinking it was because she wanted to come over and rant.

    “I’m going to take that as a yes.”  She said. “I was calling you for help, but you didn’t even answer, you didn’t even return it, or at least text me. What the hell!” she yelled. Archie bust into the room, looking between the two of them.

    “Whats going on?” he asked, and Y/N turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.

    “Nothing, Arch, I was just leaving.” She whispered, trying to push past him. He grabbed her bad arm and she yelped in pain.

    “Oh my-fuck Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” he quickly asked, pulling his hand away. She shook her head, tears flowing freely now because of the pain of her arm and the paint that her boyfriend was avoiding her.

    “I’m fine, goodbye boys.” She said, hurrying out of the house. Archie and Jughead stayed silent until they heard the front door slam, and Jughead angrily threw his beanie to the wall.

    “Fuck! I’m such an ass!” he yelled, and Archie looked at him worriedly.

    “What the hell just happened?” he asked, and Jughead sat on the bed, shaking his head.

    “I fucked up big time, I just might have lost the best thing to ever happen to me”

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Skillz //Colby Brock

Request: Colby imagine where you show off your flipping skills

Warnings: fluff ;), swearing possibly?

A/N: another will come out tonight :) again I’m sorry for not posting yesterday! Also yes I do realize this doesn’t have a title. Tumblr hates me

Tag(s): @honeycombharrison

I pulled on my black bikini and pulled my hair into a high pony. Height was never a fear of mine thankfully. I claimed the tall ladder and stood at the edge, breathing in then throwing myself forward. I flew through the air and flipped before I landed into the cold water.

“Wow you’re better than Sam.” I heard a voice when I had resurfaced. “Well duh he couldn’t even flip off the 4 foot.” I laughed, grabbing Colby’s hands that he had out for me to grab. I pulled myself from the cold water and smiled at him.

“Go get your bathing suit we can flip together.” I smiled and ran back to the ladder. “Okay I’ll be out in a minute.” I nodded and continued doing random flips, landing them all almost perfectly. I used to be in cheer so it came naturally.

A few minutes pass and the whole house walked out, dressed and ready to swim. “Hey look who it is!” Elton pointed the camera at me and I hid my face with my small hands.

“Come on do a flip!” Elton yelled to me and I groaned. I back flipped off and then resurfaced to clapping hands. “Damn Sam can’t even do that.” Elton laughed and Sam pouted.

“Are you forgetting I’ve cheerleaded almost my whole life?” I asked and went to the edge of the pool and pulled myself out. “Oh yeah.” He nodded and turned the camera to Corey who was now on the platform.

“You look good in that.” Colby winked down at me. “Oh do I?” I asked sarcastically and once I knew nobody was jumping in I grabbed Colby’s waist and moved so I could fall into the pool, pulling him along.

“Y/N!” He groaned when we both swam to the top. “It was so tempting.” I smiled kissing his cold cheek. “Yeah I bet.” He smirked and pushed on my head so I went under the water.

“Elton!” I gasped for air and he turned toward me, camera still in hand. “He tried to drown me!” I yelled and Colby laughed along with Elton. “Youre both just jealous that I’m better than you.” I pouted and got out of the pool, leaving my best friend behind in the water.

“Move.” I pushed Elton out of the way and climbed up the platform. I did a double back flip and resurfaced to everyone, jaws dropped. “Suck it.” I stuck my tongue out and swam over to a pool floatie and held onto it.

“I can go better!” Colby said climbing the ladder. “Oh really?” I smirked at the boy and leaned forward on the pink float. “Is that a challenge?” I smiled and he nodded. “Double back flip.” He said and jumped off, only getting one and a half.

“Ha you suck!” I yelled smirking and hitting the floatie with excitement. “What is the prize if I win?” I asked when he finally came up from the very bottom of the pool.

“Whatever you want.” He said and got out of the water. “I’ll figure it out once I win.” I smirked following him out and to the ladder. “Elton! Put the pink flamingo like right there and try to keep it there please.” He nodded and handed Sam his camera.

“Colby back out now.” Sam called to his best friends and Colby scoffed. “You’re supposed to believe in me!” He hit his thighs in disbelief. “I do every other time but everyone knows she will win.” Sam laughed and I shushed the two boys so I could focus.

I breathed in and ran, pushed off the edge and flipping twice, surprisingly landing in the middle of the float. I didn’t think I’d make it. “Yes!” I yelled and hit the water with my small hands.

“Dammit.” Colby groaned and climbed down the ladder. “You win.” He put his hands up in defense and fell like a whale into the pool. “Y/N wins!” Elton and Sam jumped around. “Its not like its a surprise.” Corey laughed and jumped off the 4 foot into the water.

“What do you want from me?” Colby asked, a look of defeat on his beautiful face. “You’ll see later.” I smiled and climbed out of the pool, grabbing my towel and going inside to shower and get ready.

“So you never told me what you wanted. ” Colby walked in a few hours later as I finished off my dark red lipstick. “Oh yeah.” I said remembering. I walked over to him and kissed his lips softly. He was surprised but kissed back.

His arms found their way around my waist and pulled me flesh against his body. I pulled away and smirked at him. “Thats all. You’re free to go now.” I smiled and he looked at me stunned.

I’ve never been a confident person but around Colby I was for some odd reason. I was just as surprised as he was when I kissed him. I didn’t expect him to kiss back.

“Wait thats all?” He grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving the room. “Yeah.” I nodded, suddenly nervous that he didn’t like it or something. He smiled and brought me closer, kissing my lips again. This time I was the one in shock.

“I have been wanting to do that for years.” He said and pecked my lips again. “Too bad it happened when you had that lipstick on.” He said and wiped his lips in disgust. “Ah you’re all right just go clean it off with water.” I smirked and kissed his cheek, leaving a red mark.

“Thanks a lot.” He groaned and grabbed one of my makeup wipes from my dresser, roughly wiping at his cheek. I sighed and took it from his hands, lighting wiping it off. “Being aggressive won’t help.” I laughed and threw the stained towel in the garbage.

He grabbed another and went to wipe at my lips but I grabbed his wrist stopping him. “What the hell are you doing?” I furrowed my eyebrows together. “I want to kiss you again.” He said and broke from my grasp, wiping at my lips.

“There all better.” He smiled down at me and dropped the towel, grabbing my cheeks and pressing his lips to mine. “Yeah all better.” He laughed and kissed me again.

Pairing: Henry Bowers x Reader

Warnings: OOC Henry, modern AU, fluff, Henry being happy. 

Words: 500

Request: Hey!! First things first I really like your writing and I was wondering if you could do #8 from dialogue with Henry Bowers. Thanks - @andrea-avina

A/N: Thank you, I’m glad you like my writing. This was cute to write. I hope you like it

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