Hi! Could I possibly get a Jughead imagine where he’s really close to the reader, they practically seem like they’re in a relationship. But he gets jealous when the reader gets asked out on a date by a guy she used to have a crush on and she accepts. (mainly because she had never been on an official date before and she thinks it’ll be nice.)
I’m sorry it’s so short but I promise it’s real sweet!!!
Y/F/C/N - Your First Crush Name
It was pointless really, to argue with Jughead. He was so stubborn, he would just roll his eyes at whatever you had said and change the subject. This very thing happened when you mentioned that Y/F/C/N had shyly asked you out on a date. You were expecting a, “Be safe and use protection,” line, but what you got was pure anger.
“Why him, Y/N, I thought you had better taste!” You felt your face flush at his words as you looked around the near-empty diner to see if anyone heard. “What’s wrong with you, Jughead,” you whispered, “I just thought it would be nice!” He cocked an eyebrow at you, staring into your face. “Nice? You’re expecting nice from Y/F/C/N?!” You almost couldn’t believe him, if it wasn’t for your strong friendship you wouldn’t have been prepared for this type of reaction. You leaned over the table, peering into his eyes, “Why do you even care?”
“Are you serious Y/N?!” His voice was in a whisper, but you could still hear the hostility. “I care because you’re, you’re my friend,” the hesitation in his voice almost broke your heart. You thought of all the times you’d hang out with Jughead; in school where you would assuredly squeeze his hand when Reggie and his friends would walk past. The numerous times you stayed over at his house, luring yourselves to sleep by talking about everything and anything. One morning, you woke up before him and saw that, during the night, you had moved closer to him and his arm was wrapped around your waist. You felt tears stinging in your eyes as you thought of it all, because at the current moment, it felt like all of those good times were in your head.
“You sure, Jughead? That didn’t sound very convincing,” You pushed away from the table and out of the booth. You walked out of the diner and didn’t look back.
As it turned out, Jughead was right. Y/F/C/N was a jerk, not even remotely nice. The date itself started out okay, but when you arrived at the restaurant, their attitude changed. They acted as if they didn’t even want to be there. Towards the end of the date, they came clean and said that they only asked you out because of a bet with their friends. “Date the freak’s counterpart, that was the deal.” After that, you just stormed out, leaving them in the dust. Now, you were walking home, through the narrow streets of Riverdale. The night sky was covered in stars, not a cloud in sight. It reminded you of the time you and Jughead snuck up on his roof and made up fake constellations.
“That one is obviously Archie’s eyebrow,” Jughead said, pointing up at the sky. You had let out a giggle, “It is!” He turned to you and smiled, staring into your eyes. It grew quiet all of the sudden and the tension built further. “I could say something really stupid right now,” Jughead whispered, his voice weak as if he were nervous. You swallowed, still staring into his blue eyes. “Then say it,” you whispered back, “your kind of stupid is my favorite.” He smiled once more, mouth opening to say something when he was interrupted by his mom yelling. “What are you two doing up there?!”
You smiled at the memory, feeling your heart sink in your chest. You needed to talk to him, if not over the phone tonight, then at school tomorrow. You turned on the small bit of sidewalk that lead up to your house and almost started to laugh. You had auto piloted to Jughead’s house. You walked up the steps of the porch to the door and before you could even knock, it opened. Jughead stood in the doorway, staring at your face. You didn’t saw a word and you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso. He placed his arms at your waist, pulling you inside and out of the cold. Neither of you said a word as you walked quietly up to his room. You shed your jacket and placed it on his chair, walking over to his bed to lay down. He carefully shut his door, trying hard not to make a sound and walked over to you. He climbed on his bed, laying on his side to face you. You just stared at each other for a while, until Jughead spoke up. “It didn’t go well?” He asked and you just smiled. “What do you think?” He brushed some hair out of your face and he could see the hurt in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, and you just shook your head. “I should’ve listened to you, I wasted my first date on that nincompoop.” He let out a breathy chuckle and then he face grew serious. “That was your first date?” You nodded, but he just stared at you. “That only justifies how jealous I was,” he whispered and you raised your eyebrow at him.
“Jealous?” You asked, scooting close to him. He rolled his eyes, “I mean, come on Y/N, you’re it.” You let out a fake, quiet laugh and rolled your eyes. Jughead suddenly sat up, “You don’t believe it?” You sat up alongside him and shook your head, “Whatever it is, I’m not it. It sounds like unimaginable greatness.”
“That’s what you are,” he said, trying to keep quiet, “you’re great, but the best part is…” He leaned towards you, staring into your eyes, “…you’re real.”
It grew quiet as your cheeks blushed when Jughead reached a hand up to your face. Your faces shifted closer until your foreheads rested against each other. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. “Let me take you on a real first date,” Jughead whispered and you felt your heart flutter. You opened your eyes to find his darting between your gaze and your lips. “Yes,” you whispered back, and you leaned in, brushing your lips to his. He pressed towards you, kissing you for the first time. He had been wanting to do this all along you realized, and that night on the roof was as close as he got until right now. You pulled away, a smile gracing your lips, as well as his. “You were so jealous.”
Here is something I wrote a few years ago that is still quite applicable, especially re:Hot Pocket™ safety.
Hello, high school graduates! All of you are likely close to collapsing under the weight of well meaning old-people’s advice, which for the past few months has piled up like so much smug, well-meaning snow. Allow me to add my own dusting.
1. Leave high school behind you, now. Whether you were the most devastatingly cool guy in all of McNary High School or the most excruciatingly awkward girl at Sprague, once you leave high school, no one will know. Or, more importantly, care. Most really cool people who do interesting, creative things with their lives didn’t have super happy high school careers. Many really cool people had great high school experiences. But any reasonably cool person over the age of 19 knows that what you earned, or endured, in high school has zero bearing on who you are the day you graduate. I know. It seems SO IMPORTANT now. But … it’s not. Not even a little.
2. Manners count, and they’re free. You can get away with murder if you do it politely, because whoever expects a polite murderer? Manners make other people feel comfortable and happy and respected, and when people feel comfortable, happy and respected they are 8,000 percent more likely to let you get your way.
Say please, thank you, excuse me, it was so nice to meet you, hope I see you again soon. Whatever you do, send thank-you notes so people are inclined to keep doing nice things for you.
3. Chew with your mouth closed. In fact, sometime when you’re alone, go sit in front of a mirror and watch yourself eat, then make any necessary adjustments now before it becomes a permanent habit.
4. If people expect you to go to college, but you’re not super-excited about it, skip a year and work before you head off. It’s not the end of the world, and it doesn’t make you a failure. That time is too expensive and too precious to use on something you’re half-assed about. Also, I speak from experience — folding jeans at a store in the mall for minimum wage for a few months made me feel very differently about how tedious and mindless sitting through a lecture class feels.
5. Unkindness, from here on out, becomes less and less attractive. Cruelty is one of the four main currencies of high school, along with attractiveness, athletic ability and actual currency provided by your parents (I see you, West Salem kids!). In high school, a profoundly mediocre person can rule — or at least maintain a position at the periphery of the popular kids’ group — through fear.
But once you get into college, you begin to leave that b.s. behind you. You don’t have to be mean to be funny. You don’t have to be mean to disagree with someone. You don’t have to be mean to someone powerless to prove your power. All meanness showcases is that you have ugly internal architecture. And as the facades that were so important in high school fade, that is what others will see when they look at you.
6. Know which classes you have to go to, and which ones can be skipped in lieu of more important things. Yes, if you want to go to Harvard Law or John Hopkins Med, you need to ace all your impossibly difficult classes. But if you want to do something post-college that doesn’t involve grad school — if you want to work in non-profits, if you want to write for a paper, if you want to do public relations, if you want to run a business — then instead, look for ways that you can get those experiences in college.
Join extracurriculars that mimic the experiences you someday want to get paid for. If you hate doing it for free, then chances are you’ll resent it even when you get paid for it. Also, this way, when you graduate college, you can prove to employers that you did something, not just wrote compelling papers on the metaphysical nature of being.
7. If you’re a person for whom the hooking up thing doesn’t work, then don’t do it. College is a time of lots and lots of casual sex. This, I think, plays pretty well into what many — not all, but many — 18-year-old guys want, and terribly into what most — not all, but most — 18-year-old girls want. Know what you want, and don’t feel bad if that’s not in line with what someone else wants. Also, know that after freshman year, people begin to date again rather than just drunkenly coupling and uncoupling.
8. Freshman year, you can and should be friends with everyone. Sophomore year will tell who is actually worth keeping.
9. After you microwave a Hot Pocket, be sure to gently tug open the end and let the steam out, and wait a couple minutes, because there is nothing more painful than a Hot Pocket steam-and-molten-cheese burn to the top of the mouth.
10. Don’t tell the internet too much about your love life, or deep innermost feelings, or secrets. It’s none of the Internet’s business, but the Internet has a big mouth and a long, long memory. Make good friends, and tell them in person when you hang out in each other’s dorm rooms and watch movies and eat Funfetti frosting straight out of the jar. Do this a lot. It doesn’t seem important, but it is.
-When an Omega is mad at their Alpha they will hide away in their nest because they know the Alpha wouldn’t dare approach the nest when they are not at all welcome in or even near it, so the Alpha will sit out in the hallway and try to calm the Omega from there
-Omegas are probably quicker to anger than Alphas because they are more sensitive
-If a mother Omega’s pups are threatened the Omega will become a raging mess until they feel sure that the pups are no longer in any danger
-Omegas get angry when their intelligence is insulted, because Omegas are literally known for their intelligence and they become so frustrated when an Alpha only compliments their looks
-Angry Omegas tend to pour all of their aggressive energy into thoroughly scrubbing and rearranging their home, which is fine until they are eight months pregnant and their mate is freaking out because “You are going to fall and hurt yourself and oh my god! You get off that ladder right now the dusting can wait!”
-Unmated Omegas growling at Alphas who refuse to take no for an answer, in some cases an Omega’s growl can be scarier than an Alpha’s
-Omegas are very possessive so if they see other Omegas blatantly flirting with their Alpha they will become livid and drag their Alpha home with a growl…this usually ends up with rough fucking on whatever surface the Omega settles on first
-Pregnant Omegas get mad easily if their Alpha is coddling them too much and they end up snapping frequently until their Alpha figures out that they need to tone it down a bit
-If an Omega is mad at their Alpha they will be extra attentive and coy and try very hard to make sure that their Alpha is extremely turned on…then they’ll get up and walk away and leave their mate sitting there trying to figure out what the hell they did wrong this time
-Omegas get very annoyed when people are around their nest, or even if their Alpha goes digging around where they store their nesting materials and sometimes they act really petty and give their Alpha the silent treatment because of it
Hey y'all !
I made this because some people love to be absolute douche bags!!! So if your local douche bag is being extra douchey then this just might be for you
This curse is meant to fuck up five different aspects of someone’s life (depending on the cards) which can be changed accordingly
This is the first Curse/Spell I’ve ever written so go easy on me, yeah? If you do actually do this- tag me. I’d love to see it
You Will Need:
* The Tower
* The Wheel of fortune
* Ten of Pentacles
* Three of Cups
* Knight of Pentacles
* A Mason Jar
* Taglock (preferably a picture)
* Curse powder (optional)
1. Print out the Tarot cards mentioned above (you can even use a scanner and scan your own cards) and cut them out. These are the cards you’ll be using for the curse
2. Take your mason jar and your taglock. Tape the taglock on the inside of the jar’s lid.
3. Now you’re ready to start. Find a place where you won’t be interrupted and lay out all the cards in front of you
* Pick up the chariot first. Hold it above the taglock and say: “The Chariot, for determination and will power” now reverse the card and say “may you lose your focus and motivation, especially in study” now tear up the card and place it in the jar
* The wheel of fortune is next. Hold the card above the taglock again and say “the wheel of fortune for good luck” reverse and say “may your luck run dry and your path be strewn with mischances” tear and add to the jar.
* Third is the ten of Pentacles. Again, holding the card over the taglock say “Ten of Pentacles for Finance” reverse “may you experience personal financial failure” rip and toss it in the jar
* Now move on to the three of cups. Say: “three of cups for friendship and joy” next,you guessed it, reverse the card. “May your bridges burn and your heart fill with sadness” tear up that baby and toss it in the damn jar
* Lastly (thank the lord) is the knight of pentacles. Say: “knight of pentacles for efficiency and hard work” turn it upside down and continue. “ May your efforts and hard work prove fruitless” throw the shreds in the jar
Now that all the shredded cards are in the jar, throw in some curse powder or red pepper flakes to give the curse an extra kick. You can add other things like rusted nails or a tiny bit of war water etc, etc..
Close the lid of the jar. Shake the shit out of it. Let your anger bubble up and envision the target suffering the above mentioned misfortunes.
Open the jar back up and place the tower, upright, into the jar.
Close the lid again. Say: “may the tower bring the destruction you deserve”
Hide the jar in a dark place and shake it when you feel the curse needs an extra kick.
To undo this curse open the jar and remove the tower. Reverse and rip it then throw it into the jar. Declare that the curse is lifted and dispose of the taglock and contents of the jar outside. Sweep the contents off of your property and dust off your hands. Now you can cleanse your jar for later use.
Again, this is my first spell and curse I’ve ever written. If you decide to try it show me your results!!
Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Gabe Jones Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, Gabe Jones, James “Bucky” Barnes, Jim Morita, Timothy “Dum Dum” Dugan, Winifred Barnes, Heimdall (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Esteem Issues, The Tesseract (Marvel), ptsd themes, Weirdness, Watchmen References if You Squint, Steve Comes Back Different, Hospitals, Gore, Medical Procedures, Anxiety, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Period Typical Attitudes, Hydra (Marvel), Suicidal Ideation, Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Self-Harm, References to Period-Typical Homophobia, Surprise Asgard, Not Really Character Death, Podfic, Podfic & Podficced Works, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: M4B, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, Podfic Length: 15-20 Hours, quietnight is nuts Summary:
Podfic of story by orange_crushed.
“Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.
“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.
I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)
**Not my gif**
Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd
THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN AT 1777 WORDS AND I LOVE IT TO PIECES I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT AS WELL
You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts. The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.
It was the end of your potions class. You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.
“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work. If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”
“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.
“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him. I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.
“Lovely. Who is this boy?”
Your mind starting racing. Oh Merlin. The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why? The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?
You snapped out of your daze. “What? Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”
“Thank you. He tends to daydream during class. Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett? Kickett? Something like that. Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.
You nodded. “I won’t let you down, professor. But there is one more thing I need.”
“And what is that?”
“Could you write me a late pass?”
**Time skip to next day**
Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library. You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.
You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N! You thought to yourself.
You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince. You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting. He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.
You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.
“O-oh, hello. I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.
You smiled. “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh… pet?”
Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about. “Oh! That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle. He has some attachment issues.” Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.
“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.
The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”
Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible. No one had ever complimented his creatures before. “He likes you.”
“I would hope so,” you said. “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”
Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red. “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”
You chuckled. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s Y/N L/N.”
“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.
“What? Did you say my name is pretty?”
Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink. “What? Oh–uh–no! I mean it is–but–!”
You cut him off with a giggle. “It’s fine! Don’t beat yourself up.”
Newt looked utterly relieved.
“So, shall we begin?”
You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.
“Okay. How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”
Newt knit his eyebrows. “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered
“Well… you’re close. That’s how long the effects last. To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.
“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”
“Don’t apologize. Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better. “But I need to know this in order to help you learn. Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”
Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson. “I guess a bit of both…?”
Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.
“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.
He sighed. “Fine! I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”
You nodded. “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate. It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it. But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.” You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall. It was time for dinner. “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall. Same time tomorrow?”
Newt nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Y/N. For tutoring an idiot like me.”
“Newt! Don’t say that to yourself. By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”
You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.
Newt stayed seated, thinking. When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms. I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking? This is just charity work.
The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions. But today you wanted more hands-on with potions. You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia. Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after. Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart. You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.
The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.
You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron. Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt. After all, he had to learn somehow.
After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.
“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted. “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”
You chuckled at how cute he looked. “No worries. Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia. You know what that is, right?”
He nodded. “An extremely powerful love potion.”
You smiled. “Correct. Are you familiar with the ingredients?”
“Uh… I think I know two. Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”
“You’re right.” Newt grinned when he heard this. “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust. Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”
Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.
You clapped your hands together. “Wonderful!” You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see. “I’m not going to help you brew it.”
Newt’s face dropped a bit.
“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us. Got it?”
“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.
“Then go ahead get started.”
Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right. The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise. Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.
Newt set the ladle down. “Did I do it right?”
You nodded and smiled. “Perfectly!” You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent. “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”
Newt sniffed the potion. “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,” His eyes got large.
You looked at Newt with concern. “Is something wrong? What is it?”
Newt turned his gaze to the floor. “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.
You blushed. “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly. Your mind was racing. MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!
“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.
You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes. “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”
Newt blushed immensely. Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.
What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.
Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you. It only lasted a second before he pulled away to
look at you in complete silence. But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion. Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.
When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.
“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.
“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”
Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.
You giggled. “You too, Pickett.”
Newt looked at the clock. “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going. I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”
You raised your eyebrows and laughed. “Wow, Newt. And I thought you were innocent! You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”
Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “I’m not leaving without you.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet.”
“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.
You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”
“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”
AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do! Please let me know what you thought of it!
#32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Yuri
blurted the words out before he could even process them. He hadn’t meant to
tell Otabek, not yet. Not today, anyway. Yuri clasped a hand against his mouth
as his eyes widened, unsure of what to do.
Otabek sat across the table from him. They were out on a
not-date because Yuri obviously hadn’t deliberately chosen his outfit to be cat
print free in order to seem cool to Otabek while they were out in St. Petersburg
for Yuri’s birthday. It definitely wasn’t a date. It’s not like Otabek was
wearing a nice cardigan and it wasn’t as if Otabek had flown all the way here
so that he could spend time with Yuri for his birthday. It was one of the
sweetest things someone had ever done for Yuri. And of course, it didn’t help
the Russian’s growing feelings for the older teen.
Yuri wasn’t sure when he had started having… feelings for Otabek. It just kind of happened, as such things tend to do. All
he knew was that somehow and somewhere in the past couple of months of daily
video chats or phone calls, and of course the constant texting, Yuri fell. And
boy, did he fall hard. Suddenly, he couldn’t get the sound of the Kazakh boy’s
voice out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, He saw Beka as if he was permanently
burned into his eyes.
It wasn’t easy to figure out what was going on. Yuri’s heart
kept skipping beats and he felt short of breath. Not to mention, he was
distracted at practice. It wasn’t until Yuuri had pulled him aside to talk with
him after practice one day that Yuri started to put the puzzle pieces together.
He was falling in love.
This couldn’t be happening to him, could it? No, it wasn’t
happening. It was just a silly crush because Otabek was a couple years older
than him and was super cool and was really attractive-
It was happening, and there was nothing that Yuri could do
to stop it or fix it. Except for maybe tell the Kazakh teen, but that was too
complicated. Then he had to worry about getting rejected entirely and left friendless
once more, or worse. Yuri could get friendzoned and have to deal with all sorts
of unrequited feelings. That would be
“-ra? Yura, are you okay? You haven’t moved or said anything
in two minutes.” Otabek spoke softly, worry creasing his brow.
Yuri blinked rapidly, realizing that he had gone into his
own little world and slowly lowered his hand from his mouth slowly. He nodded
once and mustered up the courage to speak, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray
him. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine. It’s just, that’s not what I wanted to say.”
Otabek cocked an eyebrow. “So you didn’t mean it?”
“No, no, no! I mean, yes? Ugh…” Yuri stumbled through his
words, trying to recover before Beka thought he was lying to him. “I meant it!
I just wasn’t expecting to tell you right now.”
“Oh.” He said softly, a gentle blush dusting his tanned
“I’m sorry if I made things between us awkward…”
The sound of his actual name rather than a nickname startled
the Russian. Beka almost always called him ‘Yura’, so what changed? What was
“As long as you have feelings for me and I have feelings for
you, things could never be awkward between us.”
“Wait… You? You have feelings for me?” Yuri watched as
Otabek nodded. “Really?”
His fears quickly dissipated as a smile appeared on Otabek’s
face. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I saw you in Yakov’s training
camp. I only realized that I was in love with you shortly after your exhibition
Yuri blushed. “And you’ve just been waiting to see if I
returned those feelings this whole time?”
“I’ve known for a while, Yura. You weren’t exactly subtle
about it once you realized that you had feelings for me. You got a lot more
nervous when you talked to me, but it gradually disappeared and we were back to
where we had been before you discovered your feelings. If anything, we started
to actually flirt, though I don’t think either one of us really knew that we
“So what does this mean for… Us?”
“I, for one, like the sound of ‘us’. Why don’t we start
there?” Beka sat back in his chair, seemingly very content at how their
not-date-turned-maybe-date was going.
Yuri beamed. “Okay then.”
“So, are you going to be my boyfriend or not?” he smirked
and it made Yuri melt.
“I think the answer to that is obvious, Beka. Of course I’ll
be your boyfriend.” The younger teen rolled his eyes but had one of the
biggest smiles Otabek had ever seen from him.
I hope this letter finds its way to you. I
know it’s a little weird and out of the blue, but I’m visiting Seoul and I saw
you. What are the chances? The one person that I was scared to run into and I
saw you in a restaurant with your girlfriend.
Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: None, just some fluff
A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D
It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had
complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the
kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a
piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s
It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and
took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now
munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.
Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his
game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.
Happy fathers day to all my followers even if you don’t have a father! Happy fathers day for moms who don’t need a boyfriend/husband to sustain yourself or your children! You deserve the title of being both parents! <3
Idea @nickiwinchester97 Had kindly given me. I switched it up a bit and it came out alright. <3
You didn’t like fathers day. A day rewarding fathers for all they’ve done and sacrificed for their children. For you it was another day reminding you that your father had long left this world before you even got to know him. Your brothers had pictures of the three of them together and you couldn’t help but feel jealous—Always telling yourself that your father didn’t love you and never wanted to do anything with you.
Those feelings came bursting out. You felt abandoned, vulnerable, lonely, and empty. You couldn’t help but feel unwanted.
“(Y/n)?” Sam walked into your shared bedroom with furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown.
“Did dad ever love me?” Croaking between your sobs you look at Sam with hopeful eyes.
“Of course he did.” He rushed to your side and scooped you into his arms in an effort to console you.
“Why aren’t there any pictures of us then? All I see is you, De, and dad. Never of me” Your voice was muffled as you spoke into his shirt, Tears staining the soft fabric.
“Dean? Can you come over here?” Sam called his older brother in hope that you would feel better.
“What? (Y/n) is everything okay?-” Dean began to speak after looking at your broken form.
“Bring that photo album.” Sam instructed, Knowing that his brother knew what he was talking about.
“Photo album?” Repeating his words curiously you fixed yourself in his lap to a more comfortable position, Sniffling quietly.
“Yeah. There’s something Sam and I want to show you” Dean’s voice gained your full attention.
Dean sat next to you, And now you were sandwiched between your brothers. He wiped dust off the album, Revealing in messy writing a title.
You looked at your brother for an answer, But they both motioned you to look at the album. Dean skipped the first pages and went into the last couple ones.
“Look” He pointed at a photo of a woman carrying a baby in her arms while your father had his gaze set on it.
“Who is that?” Questioning the weird photo you look at your brothers for an explanation.
“That’s you. You were just 6 months old.” Sam smiled, Looking down at the perfectly preserved photo.
“Me?! Is that dad?!” You exclaimed, Excited. Pointing at the photo you smile.
“Yeah. He didn’t even notice we took the photo” Sam smiles at the happy memory.
Dean points at another photo, This time it was your father carrying you on his shoulders while wearing a party hat.
“That was your first birthday. And this was the time you got your ears pierced. And that was the very first time you went to a zoo. The giraffe licked your hand and you started crying. That’s you at the park—You fell down the monkey bars and scraped your knees. You cried until dad kissed it better.” Dean pointed at different photos while explaining the story behind them.
“Wow.. But I don’t remember any of this..” You whisper, Taking in every detail of the photos.
“Well now you know about them.” Sam ruffled your hair with a bright smile.
“And this is a family portrait” Dean smiled softly.
The very last photo was you cradled in your fathers arms, Dean and Sam at his side smiling proudly.
“Dad loved you like you were his whole world (Y/n) There’s nothing that can change that” Dean closed the album and put it aside, Hoping that eased your feelings.
“Thank you so much guys” You jump up and hug them tightly, Kissing both of their cheeks in the process.
“No problem. No more crying alright?” Dean raised an eyebrow and waited for your response.
“No more crying. Happy fathers day guys. Even though dad is dead I’ve been blessed with two other wonderful brothers in my life. I love you guys so much”
You could hear the faint chatter of all your friends and
family gathering on the lawn. 20 minutes; only 20 minutes and you would be
marrying the love of your life. You were chatting with one of your bridesmaids in
the bridal suite when a familiar flash of blond hair walked past the tiny
window in the door. A smile pulled at your lips, jumping up and dashing to the
“Willy!” you called after the retreating figure, cracking
open the door of your dressing room. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning
slowly to face you. “Where are you going? The wedding is that way.” you
grinned, pointing down the hall.
“Wha… uh… I was- I was just leaving.” he stammered,
nervously running a hand through his hair.
“Leaving? Why?” you asked, furrowing your brow in confusion.
“The ceremony is still twenty minutes away.”
“I just, uh… I think I’m coming down with something.” he
explained, quickly. His normally bright grin was nonexistent. “I don’t want to
ruin your big day.” he said, offering you a weak smile.