you know not to believe this weasel

the sofa- knj(m)

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where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire. 

(m)- mature / 6.4k words / rough, fwb!namjoon / enjoy !

req(s): namjoon giving you oral, with him nipping/pinching your thighs and you may or may not like it, byE I LOVE YOU (+) can i get a namjoon smut with a lot of dirty yet sensual stuff and maybe some orgasm denial too? your writings are awesome!

The highway whizzes past the tinted windows of your cousin’s car, tuning out the sound of his girlfriend singing obnoxiously loud in the passenger seat for favor of the smoke blowing from the boy’s lips beside you. It’s a quiet night, the four of you deciding to ditch the rest of the group in order to have some real, unchaperoned fun. He hadn’t driven up there with the rest of you guys, but there was something alluring about being able to sit in the tiny back seat of your cousin’s car with him that caused you to insist you were completely fine scrunching up, watching puffs of vape leave his puckered lips.

Namjoon’s lips.

It smells of candy, the vapor cool and tickling the skin of your legs as they bump against his in the cramped space. Kim Namjoon had only been a recent acquaintance, a friend of your cousin’s that he had introduced you to, but it was fairly obvious the two of you had the potential to become good friends quickly, understanding one another in a way most people couldn’t after just one brief ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’.

He’s tall, broad yet lanky, with a quiet attractiveness about him that seems to continuously be bringing you close throughout the night, like a magnet or a moth drawn to flame. Everything he says feels like it means something more, like there’s something between the lines he’s expecting you to be reading. Like a book, full of words in black and white that lay out every detail, yet so completely open to interpretation depending on the audience. With a low sigh, you let your head loll to the headrest behind you, seeing a concerned look pass from Namjoon’s face to you out of your peripheral just as you begin glazing over into your thoughts.

“You alright?” Namjoon asks, lips parted slightly to reveal the white of his teeth.

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princess [draco malfoy]

request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:

word count: ~3700

a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3

summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)

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Rivalry Sickfic Sentence Starters
  • “You’re slow today.”
  • “Is that all you’ve got? No wonder you’re always in second place.”
  • “It’s gonna take more than a few all-nighters to surpass me. But seriously, you look like you could have used the sleep.”
  • “You look even worse than usual. And that’s saying something.”
  • “I’m only here because (Character) asked me to make sure you don’t die.”
  • “You’re seriously out of shape. I’ve barely even broken a sweat, and you look like you’re about to pass out.”
  • “Right, I’m supposed to believe that you just so happened to get sick on the day we’re supposed to work together? I know you don’t like me, but give me some credit; I’m not stupid.”
  • “I’m fine. Just, being around you gives me a headache.”
  • “It’s just a cold; don’t try to weasel out of this competition by acting like you care.”
  • “Something as small as a fever wouldn’t stop (Character), so I’m not going to let it get the best of me, either. If I back down now, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

outdaydreaming  asked:

If you're still doing prompts, can you do "Maybe we weren't meant to be" for adrienette please? I love your writing!

Thank you so much, @outdaydreaming! Hope you enjoy it. <3

“Maybe we weren’t meant to be,” Adrien said quietly. “Maybe I got it all wrong.”

Marinette tried to swallow past the lump in her throat, nodding. “Maybe we both did.”

It shouldn’t have been possible for Adrien to look more dejected but somehow it happened anyway. “So this is it then? You’re in love with someone else?”

Tears began to slide down her face. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.” She scrubbed at her face angrily. “You were supposed to be it. You should be enough.”

“But I’m not.”

“It’s complicated.”

He pursed his lips. “Does he love you?”

Marinette blinked then as if the question surprised her. “I…he did at one point. I don’t know anymore.”

“So you’re going to throw us away, this away, for someone who may not even feel the same way about you?” Adrien asked, anger lacing his words. “What makes him worth that, Mari?”

“He’s my best friend,” she whispered.

His brows furrowed, mentally taking tally of the men he knew of in Marinette’s life. “Nino?”

“What?! No,” she shook her head. “You don’t know him.”


“What do you mean?” she sniffled.

“How do I possibly not know him? We’re together all the time. Who is this mystery man who somehow weaseled his way into my girlfriend’s life and stole her from me?” he demanded. Marinette made a choking sound and Adrien softened. “Please just tell me who he is,” he urged.

She took a deep breath. “Chat Noir, okay? I’m in love with Chat Noir.”

Adrien reared back as if she had slapped him. “No, you’re not.”

Marinette glared. “Yes, I am. I know this sucks but it doesn’t mean–”

“You can’t possibly love him,” Adrien interrupted. “You haven’t even seen him in months…not since we started dating.”

“There are things you don’t know.”

“Believe me, I know things when it comes to Chat Noir!” he yelled. “So either you’re lying and it’s someone else or–”

Marinette swallowed, starting at him with wide eyes. “H-how?”

“How what?” he spat.

“How do you know things when it comes to Chat Noir?” Her voice was careful as she asked.

Adrien squeezed his eyes shut and then looked at her once more. “Mari, I’m Chat.”

Marinette dropped down to the couch, her hand flying to her mouth. She made a sound that fell somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Adrien stood stiffly above her, uncertain. The sound continued until it transitioned clearly into laughter and Marinette looked up at him, hand still over her mouth and eyes shiny. 

“Do you not believe me?” Adrien asked. “I can prove it. I am–”

“It’s not that, Chaton,” Marinette replied, trying to stamp down the laughter. “It’s more the ridiculousness of the situation.”

“Chaton…” he echoed. 

She stood once again and put her hand over his eyes, another chuckle escaping. “I should’ve seen it, Kitty. It’s so obvious.” She dropped her hand with a smirk.

Adrien studied her face, confusion still etched on his. Realization slowly began to dawn on him and Marinette smiled encouragingly. “My Lady?”

Prompt List :)

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Homer Simpson quotes

  • “Give me the number for 911!”
  • “Oh, so they have the internet on computers now.”
  • “With $10,000 we’d be like millionaires!”
  • “Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand.”
  • “If you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers.”
  • “Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, 'You’re making a scene.'”
  • “Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.”
  • “Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?”
  • “You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”
  • “When I look at the smiles on all the children’s faces, I just know they’re about to jab me with something.”
  • “Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.”
  • “I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.”
  • “Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything. 14% of people know that. “
  • “How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?“
  • “Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?”
  • “Alcohol is a way of life, alcohol is my way of life, and I aim to keep it.”
  • “All my life I’ve had one dream, to achieve my many goals.”
  • “That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!
  • “If something’s hard to do, then it’s not worth doing.”
  • “I’m in no condition to drive…wait! I shouldn’t listen to myself, I’m drunk!”
  • “'To Start Press Any Key’. Where’s the ANY key?”
  • “What’s the point of going out? We’re just gonna wind up back here anyway.”
  • “I’ve learned that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish [Name] was dead.”
  • “I believe that children are our future. Unless we stop them now.”
  • “Oh yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?”
  • “I’ve gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren’t just confined to zoos.”
  • “I’m like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket & flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?”
  • "Yes…Just squeeze your rage up into a bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate time, like that day I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.”
  • “Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true.”
  • “You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.”
  • “It takes two to lie–One to lie and one to listen.”
  • “Never help anyone.”
  • “Let that be a lesson to you. Never love anything.”
  • “I have misplaced my pants.”
  • “Boy, everyone is stupid except me.”
  • “In this house, we obey the laws of thermodynamics.”
  • “Look. Just give me some inner peace or I’ll mop the floor with you.”
  • “Ahhh. I’m just a big toasty cinnamon bun. I never want to leave this bed.”
  • “Oooh, a lovely desk. Would be a shame if someone… Oh, I don’t know, didn’t use a coaster!”
  • “I don’t know exactly what went wrong, but I know it’s always my fault.”
Things I loved about Dan and Phil's Easter Baking- Pastel Lemon Meringues

- The little song at the beginning about the softness of Easter and spring

- And then Phil ruined it by saying “baby weasel”

- Phil not knowing what they were baking (“??? pastel ,,, lemon? Easter,,?)

- “You look like you’re going to a dog funeral Dan”


- Phil wearing lil bunny ears 🐰

- Dan grabbing his overall straps

- The return of that horrendous bunny head

- Dan throwing all the ingredients at Phil (“caTCH”)

- D+P not knowing what cornflour is (“milk a corn”)

- “You were just tweaking the nipple of the lemon”

- “Let me sniff it”

- Phil shoving the whisk in Dan’s face (can’t believe he hasn’t seen the video omfg)

- The fucking.. purple duck,,, oven gloves or whatever idek

- The dramatic music playing while Dan attacked Phil with a spoon

- Seriously Dan that wasn’t fair

- U r hurting Phillip

- “protip” “NOOO”

- And immediately after, “Satan, help us bake”

- Using “fluff” instead of “fuck”

- Phil spilling the caster sugar all over the floor jfc

- Love my clumsy son

- Wouldn’t be a baking video without Dan zooming in on Phil’s flour-covered crotch

- (Seriously how did flour get there. Wtf)

- They should have bought an electric mixer

- Dan freakING THE FUCK OUT when Phil did the upside down test

- “No whacking”


- Phil’s complete inability to pipe meringues

- The bunny voice overs


- Phil sticking his hand into dan’s overalls and going “mpreg fic” 😏

- “Someone’s lactating blood”

- The lil basket full of the meringues

- “You can see my actual orgasm face-mmMMM”


- What a treasure. Honestly

Happy Birthday Chanyeo-

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Chanyeol

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,265

Summary:  Fluff, reader request. Chanyeol imagine where you’re both idols and you surprise him onstage for his birthday. 

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Roses are Red Ch. 2

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Relationships were weird. They start when two people agree. They end when one person decides. Of course, there’s one person who felt more than the other. It was impossible for two people to be the same level of invested in each other.

Then there were the boundaries. Having to know in your heart when to say I love you. How did anyone do it when it was never certain the other person loved you back? How horrifying to confess the most ardent emotion in your soul only to have it shrugged off or unwanted.

How wonderful and miraculous for those who get to hear it said back.

There’s more boundaries. When is it okay to touch where? When does a cuddle turn into a love filled night? Are they afraid?

What about their end? At one point does it stop being worth the struggle? At what point does one person just stop feeling so elated by the other? Where is that point where the emotion wanes?

And how, God how do people deal with the heartbreak? Of having the person who completes their mind and soul snatched away by Cupid’s anti-love arrow or a pair of wandering eyes or….

Or having never got the chance at all?


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I Loved You Today, You Loved Me Yesterday

Pairings: You X Whoever
Warnings: Angst

They say that sometimes the person you love doesn’t deserve your love. And that may be true with some people but I never thought that it would be true with you. I always thought, no believed that you deserved my love if not more. But you took my love I held for you and ran over it like it was nothing, treating me like crap and laughing in my face like I was a nobody. But through it all, I still loved you. I stuck by your side, watching in the sidelines as you met up with other girls, laughing and getting to know them over me. I watched you come running back to me, your heart broken while mine was already in shreds. I let you weasel your way back into my tattered heart and seek refuge there like it was a place to keep you warm at night. Overtime, I started to re-embrace my feelings, letting you see how I truly felt. You told me you felt the same way, my hope getting up, the sky not even a limit this time. But just like that, you crushed my heart, breaking me into a million pieces like it was a game, and I was your consolation prize. My ego was bruised, my pride shattered, and my heart no more. In a matter of two days, you managed to rebuild me only to break me down again. And what’s worse is that I’m still there, on the sidelines, watching with deep never-ending sadness. Every time I see you, I remember the little reasons why I love you, the little details about you that makes you, YOU. I break everyday and you used to notice it but then you met HER and it was like I no longer existed. And what’s worse is that you’re both my friends. You both run around me like I’m nothing, only coming to me when you need something or want something. I feel like I’m just a tool to you. My love is going to waste on you while you love somebody else. My friends tell me to move on, but I lie saying I don’t know what they’re talking about. And it used to be, where I didn’t know what they were talking about. It wasn’t until I embraced me feelings for the first time that I came to terms with what I really felt. But I would still lie to them. I watch you and her be happy together and it breaks my heart. I want to be the one to make you happy, be your first kiss, your first love, your first everything, but I know deep down I won’t be. I need someone else to make ME happy like how I want to make YOU happy. It’s not fair to me to hold myself back when you’ve clearly moved on. I need another version of me, just so I can love myself as I love you. I always knew that I would love you like there was no tomorrow and you would love me like there was no yesterday.

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Falling Into You - Chapter 5 Missing You

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Betty was half way through her third class, trying to concentrate on what was being said but her eyes kept wandering to her phone and a picture of Jughead. She had taken it at the fair when he was sitting on a bench and grinning at her with his boyish grin.  He was so handsome and just looking at his picture was making her stomach flutter.  She sighed and looked back to the front and then her phone buzzed.  She looked down and smiled.

J: Hey you :)

B: Hi! :) :)

J: Two smiley faces makes me think you must miss me ;)

B: I do!

J: But I’ve only been gone a few hours.

B: I always miss you….

J:  :)

Betty bit her lip and sighed.  Him being gone was going to suck, but at least she could text.  Even this little bit made her feel better already.  

J: What are you doing right now?

B: I’m in class, trying to concentrate but a certain someone is interrupting me ;)

J: Sorry, I can stop if you want.

B: No, please don’t.  What are you up to?  You get there already?

J: About an hour ago.  Slept most of the way here.  We’ll be starting up in a bit.

B: please be safe…I worry about you climbing around on all that framing.

J: I’ll be safe, I promise :)

B: ok, I should stop texting, the professor is glaring daggers at me lol I’ll talk to you soon.

J: later, Betts

B: later Juggie :)

Betty spent the rest of the class with a smile on her face.  

The next few days passed in a blur of school, work and missing Jughead.  They were texting mostly late at night because once his job started they worked long endless hours and he got in late and they would spend an hour texting before he’d pass out.  He would send a few texts on every break he had and she was grateful for them.  She really could hardly wait for him to come home.  

She got off work early on Friday and when she got to their floor, she saw Sally struggling to get some bags of grocery in her apartment.  Betty hurried over to help her.  

“Oh sweet Betty, how are you?” Sally asked, giving her a hug.

“I’m doing good, Mrs. Reynolds,” she said with a smile as she carried the bags inside for her.  Her apartment was the same layout as her and Jug’s, but filled with dolls and doilies.  Betty smiled as she looked around.  She tried to picture Jughead with his lanky frame trying to work around all the dolls and frilly things and had to supress a laugh.  

“Please, have some tea with me,” Sally said with a smile.  

“I would love to,” Betty said smiling and sitting down by the tiny table the lady had managed to somehow fit in the small space.  

“Jughead sent me a message that he was leaving for a couple weeks and to let you know if I needed anything.  He told me you would be glad to help but I just didn’t want to bother you,” Sally confessed, putting on the pot for tea.

“Oh, please don’t worry about it.  I will gladly help with whatever you need,” Betty insisted with a smile.  

“You two are just such wonderful sweet kids.  They don’t make them like that much anymore,” Sally said with a sigh.  “Nobody has time anymore for us older folks.  Too much running around chasing after things.”

“I’m usually too tired to do much running,” Betty said with a smile.  Sally laughed and pulled out some biscuits to snack on.  

“So how are things living with our dear boy?”

“Really good.  He’s very easy to live with and wonderfully sweet, as you well know,” Betty said, flushing a little.

“You really like him, don’t you,” Sally asked, making the tea.  

“I’ve always liked him, we grew up together and….”

“Oh honey,” Sally interrupted.  “I’m not talking about that kind of liking.  I can see it when you talk about him, that boy is weaseling his way into your heart, isn’t he?”  Betty smiled and looked down at the biscuit she was holding.  Her face felt warm and she knew she was blushing red.  “He’s a good boy, you won’t do any better than him,” Sally said with a knowing smile and patting her arm.  

“I really do like him,” Betty said softly, meeting the old woman’s gaze.  Sally patted her hand and smiled.

“He really likes you too dear.  When he was changing the lightbulbs back when you first arrived, it was Betty this and Betty that.  I believe he was already smitten then,” she said knowingly.  Betty smiled into her tea.  Jughead was smitten with her?  She hoped so, because she was pretty smitten with him.

Later that evening, with the clock showing it was nearing 10:00pm, she was laying on the couch with Jughead’s blanket and trying to find something to watch when her phone dinged with a message.  She smiled and reached for it.

J: How’s my favorite girl?

B: I don’t know, where do I find her? :)

J: Probably on my couch, with my blanket ;)

B: Oh really?  Why is she your favorite girl?

J: Because she is kind, and good and sweet and so beautiful and she makes my heart race….

B: :)

In truth, at that moment, it was Betty’s heart that was racing.  The fact that he told her that, after telling her no girl had ever made his heart race, well it sent hers into overdrive.  And he thought she was beautiful.  She didn’t think her smile could get any bigger.

B: Well, if you were trying to make mine race with all that, it worked.

J: ;)

B: How was your day?

J: It sucked.  The work is just like any other day but knowing I won’t be seeing you at the end of the day makes it not much fun at all.  I miss you a lot.  

B: I miss you too, Juggie, so much.  

J: What do you miss about me? :)

B: I miss your smile and your hugs.  It’s really cold here and I need a snuggle buddy.  :)  I miss the way you tease me.

J: Anything else? ;)

B: I miss the way you kiss me.

Betty felt her stomach coil with heat and she ached suddenly to have him with her.  Her entire body felt warm.  Jughead didn’t respond for a few moments and she was about to ask what he was doing when his message popped up.

J: I can quit my job and just come home if you want.

B: lol stop it.

J: well now I just want to kiss you….

B: send me a selfie, I want to see your face.

J: you took a lot of pictures of me at the fair, stare at those lol

B: I need a new one, those are getting worn out ;)

A few moments later a picture came through.  He was laying on the bed, smiling at the camera.  The room was dark and his face was shadowed but it still made her stomach flutter.  She could tell he wasn’t wearing a shirt and although she couldn’t see much, she suddenly wished she was there with him.  She touched her fingers to the screen, stroking them along his cheek.

J: Your turn :)

Betty decided to tease him and took a picture of her legs.  He stared at them enough so she knew he would appreciate a look.  She sent it and bit her lip, waiting for his response.  It took a couple of minutes.

J: That was fucking mean Betts.

Betty giggled and sent a picture of her sticking her tongue out at him.

J: that wasn’t any better!  Now I have images in my head involving your legs and your tongue.

B:  Well, you could always punish me by sending me something ;)

J: Which body part would you like? ;) Maybe the parts of me that you like to stare at?

Betty was pretty sure her entire body was blushing and he wasn’t even there with her.  How could he get her bothered without even being in the same room with her.  Betty bit her lip and wondered just what she was going to get because she liked to stare at all of him.  She wondered what was taking so long and when the picture came through she realized he had gone into the bathroom. Her stomach clenched as she stared at the hard planes of his abdomen.  

J: hope you like cause I actually got out of bed to do that for you lol Don’t want the guy I’m rooming with to think I’m an idiot.

When Betty didn’t reply after for a while he sent another text.

J: too much?

B: sorry, I’m just laying here, trying to refrain from licking my screen.

A few moments passed and then his text came through and she grinned.

J: Fuck Betty, that was more mean than the legs.

B: I wish you were here.

J: You have no idea…..

B: I know you had a long day Juggie, I should let you rest, especially knowing you guys aren’t taking days off till you’re done.

J: id rather just talk with you all night

B: then you’ll be too tired at work and might get hurt.

J: yeah, you’re right.  I think I’m going to get my own room next week and we can video chat.  My fingers are too tired for all this texting lol

B: ok :)

J: I’ll talk to you soon Betts, sleep well xo

B: bye Juggie xo

Jughead lay on his hotel bed, staring at his pictures of Betty.  He missed her so fucking much, it hurt.  He was glad his roommate was sleeping because her teasing had aroused him to an embarrassing state.  The images in his head weren’t helping his body to settle down either.  Images like her legs wrapped around him, her tongue licking his abdomen, her mouth on his.  He bit back a groan and willed his hormones to settle down.  God, he wanted her.  He didn’t just want to hold her and kiss her, he wanted every inch of her moaning beneath him.  

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.  Jughead was by no means a prude when it came to women.  No, he’d never gone all the way but he’d had some pretty good make out sessions, but he’d always been able to hold back and stop before it went that far but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that with Betty.  This was already the fastest he had ever moved with a girl and here he was, already thinking about and wanting to go all the way.  He still felt the same.  He wanted whoever he had sex with to be that special someone, maybe and hopefully, the only girl for him.  He wanted to give his heart and he didn’t want to just sleep with someone only to have everything fizzle.  Was Betty the one?  He wanted her to be and he knew it was a little early and he was probably being an idiot, but Emma was right, he was falling for her and he couldn’t help it.  

He thought back to when he was still in Riverdale.  Betty had wanted Archie and he had always thought Archie was the biggest fucking idiot alive for not wanting her back.  Even back then he knew she was special.  He had never said anything, figuring there was no way she would ever be into him and when he had transferred and they had lost touch, he had missed her a lot.  He had been happy though, that she hadn’t pined after Archie when he’d rejected her, and she had been genuinely happy for Archie and Veronica when they had started dating.  He didn’t understand how nobody had snatched her up in all this time.  Riverdale apparently was full of idiots.

Jughead smiled.  He had been nervous when he had agreed to have her live with him and had never in a million years ever thought something like this would happen.  He never expected to feel anything other than friendship and he was even more thrilled that she seemed to feel as much as he did.  He didn’t think he’d ever figure out what fates had aligned to cause something this wonderful to happen and he was going to do his best to make sure nothing screwed it up.  His phone buzzed and Betty must have thought he had fallen asleep already and left a message for him to find when he woke.  He smiled when he stared at the screen.  She had sent a beautiful picture of herself smiling at the camera.

B:  Hope you have a wonderful day at work and I miss you so much.

He couldn’t help replying.

J: I miss you more.

B: Oops, thought you’d be sleeping *giggle*

J: I can’t wait to hold you again.

She was quiet for a couple minutes and Jughead was drifting off when his phone buzzed again.

B:  I really like you, Juggie.  I need you to know that.  I think about you all the time and I miss you so much I want to cry.  I wasn’t expecting this to happen at all and I’m so happy I moved in with you.  Hopefully this doesn’t freak you out.  You just make me really happy.

J: You make me happy too, Betts. :) I’m kind of crazy about you.

B: :)

J: :)

Betty said goodnight again and lay back on her pillow, having long moved to her bed.  She supposed they were a thing now, together without actually saying it.  She had been scared to say how she felt but just needed to get it out in case he was wondering.  He felt the same.  Her heart felt like it was going to burst she was so happy.  Jughead Jones was crazy about her.  She didn’t think she could feel happier.

The following week, Betty got a text from Emma, who claimed she got her number from Jughead and was wondering if she could bring over a bottle of wine so they could have girls night.  Betty happily agreed.

Emma arrived on Thursday evening, a couple bottles of wine in tow.  Betty had made appetizers so they wouldn’t get too drunk to talk and was pouring the wine as Emma wandered around.  

“I’ve only been here once, when Jug had a game night of some sort with the guys.  I had nothing else to do so I tagged along.  Seriously the most boring night of my life,” she said with a laugh.  Betty smiled and handed her a glass of wine and they settled on the couch.

“So what do you do?” Betty asked

“I work at a PR firm.  Running around doing everyone’s errands.  I’m hoping to move up in the ranks soon and I’ll do the shit work to get there,” Emma said laughing.  “It’s a good job, good money so I keep at it.”

“Where did you meet Jughead?”

“We actually met when we both worked at a courier service.  He worked there I think for four months.  That’s where we all met actually.  Colin and Justin as well.  Justin still works there, he kind of runs the place.”

“You guys all seem like really great friends.  I’m glad Jughead found you.  It couldn’t have been easy for him the first couple years.  This place is vastly different from Riverdale,” Betty said laughing.  Emma launched into some funny work stories that involved the guys and Betty began to notice she mentioned Justin more than the others and her face would get this look when she brought him up.

“I wanted to quickly clear something up so you don’t think I’m some sleazy girl,” Emma suddenly blurted.  Betty frowned at her.

“Why would I think you’re sleazy?”

“Well, I kind of made it seem the other day that I just jump from guy to guy getting laid and that’s actually not true at all.  I realized later how that might have sounded when I said I was looking to get laid.”

“I didn’t really think much about it after you said it,” Betty said smiling.  “I certainly wasn’t thinking you were sleazy.”

“Ok, good, cause I’m not.  Like at all.  I mean, yes I’ve slept with guys, but not really that many,” Emma said with a laugh.  

“That’s none of my business anyway,” Betty said, reassuring her.  “Although, if you don’t mind me asking and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.  Do you have a thing for Justin?” she asked with a smile.  Emma groaned and fell back on the couch.

“Jesus, does it show?” she asked with a scrunched up face.

“Only when you talk about him and mention his name,” Betty replied with a giggle.  Emma sighed and sat up again.

“Swear you won’t tell Jughead,” Emma said firmly.  

“I swear.”

“Yeah, I’ve had it bad for him for like a year already.  He’s so fucking blind.  I basically throw myself at him and he’s so damn oblivious.”

“Are you sure about that?” Betty asked with a smile.

“Pretty sure,” Emma replied and then she looked at Betty.  “Why do you ask that?”

“Well, every story you tell about him, it’s always starting with; when Justin came by to help me, or when Justin offered me a ride home, or when Justin sent this cute text;  I’m starting to think Emma, that you’re the oblivious one,” Betty said laughing.  Emma froze, as if going over everything in her mind and her eyes widened.  

“Oh my God,” she whispered.  Suddenly she put down her wine glass and Betty’s and gave her a fierce hug.

“I’m so fucking glad you moved here!  I have no girlfriends to tell me these things!” she shouted.  “Boys are too stupid to notice and wouldn’t tell me if they did!”  Betty laughed and hugged her back.

“I’m glad I moved here too,” she said smiling.

“I really like you Betty.  I had a lot of fun at Molly’s the other night.  I was telling Jughead that he better not screw this up,” Emma said, blushing slightly at her admission.  

“Well, I’m not sure there is a whole lot to screw up yet,” Betty said laughing.

“But there is something, though, right?” Emma asked smiling.  Betty blushed and sipped her wine.  Emma laughed.

“God, you two are exactly alike.  You both blush over the slightest thing.  Seriously, I’ve never seen two people more suited for each other.  I’m telling you Betty, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this already, but he’s falling bad for you and I hope you know that.  I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Like what?” Betty asked curiously.

“At Molly’s he never took his eyes off you, like ever.  Unless he was taking a pool shot,” she added with a laugh.  “The way he touched you, smiled at you, pulled you close.  Since I’ve known him, he’s had 3 girlfriends.  Two didn’t last long and one that ended rather badly cause he wouldn’t sleep with her; with all three, he never ever looked at them the way he looks at you.  Even that last one.  He dated her for a year and he acted more like she was his friend than his girlfriend.  Then you come along and it hasn’t even been what, 2 months? And he’s head over heels Betty.”  

Betty said nothing and just smiled into her glass.  She knew Emma was a little drunk and probably saying more than she intended and Jughead had already told her he was crazy about her, but knowing that the other girlfriends hadn’t meant that much to him made her ridiculously happy for some reason.  Her phone buzzed and she picked it up and smiled.

“He’s texting, isn’t he?” Emma asked with a smile.  Betty bit her lip and nodded.

J: Hey beautiful :)

Betty showed Emma who gave her a knowing ‘see?’ look.

B: Hi Juggie :)

J: What are you up to?

Emma took the phone and pulled Betty close to her.  She held up the phone and they grinned into the camera and she took a pic and sent it to Jughead.  Jughead replied a few moments later.

J: You hanging with Emma?  That’s great!  Emma, don’t corrupt her!

B: Emma says you should STFU lol

J: Anything she says about me is lies.  Don’t believe a word of it lol

B: I hope that’s not true cause she said some really wonderful things :)

J: autocorrect did that….what I actually typed was….anything she says is absolutely true and you should believe everything!

B: lol you’re such a dork.

J: yeah, but you like me anyway ;)

B: yeah I do :)

“Holy shit, can you two get any sappier?  Seriously, I’m getting nauseous,” Emma said laughing.  Jughead told her to have a great evening and that he was going to video call her the next day because he got his own room and Betty couldn’t contain her excitement.  Emma laughed and rolled her eyes at them.  She stayed for a couple more hours and Betty got to know her really well.  When it was time for her to go she called a cab for her because they had finished both bottles of wine and were a little on the tipsy side and Betty didn’t want her walking to the subway.  

When Betty was alone again, she pulled out her phone and sent Jughead another goodnight picture.  She made a kiss face in it and added ‘I wish’ to it.  The wine fueled her courage and she wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on hers right then.  Jughead replied immediately.

J: I wish too right now.  So fucking much.

B:  Hurry home.

J: I will.  Goodnight Betts.

B: Goodnight Juggie.

The following night, Betty was waiting when the video call on her laptop started to ring.  She hit answer and there sat Jughead, without his shirt on.  She bit her lip and smiled and he immediately laughed.

“How am I supposed to concentrate when you aren’t wearing a shirt?” she asked with a sigh.

“Sorry,” he said laughing.  “I mostly just did it to see you blush.”  He winked then and she wondered how a wink through a computer screen could arouse her.  Then again, texting him aroused her.

“I really miss you Juggie,” she said and then before she could stop it, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hey,” he said softly.  “Don’t cry….”

“I’m sorry,” she said, sniffing and wiping at her eyes.  “I just really miss you.”

“I miss you too, more than you know.  We’re going to finish up here probably on Tuesday and then I’ll be home.”  She nodded and smiled, and blew him a kiss.  He smiled and settled back.  “I could just sit here and look at you all night,” he said with a  chuckle.  “You look beautiful.”

“I’m in my pajamas,” she said laughing.  

“You could wear a tent and you’d be beautiful,” he said.  Betty blushed and he chuckled.  

“You have a good time with Emma?” he asked as he reached to the side for something.  He took a swallow of a beer he suddenly had in his hand.

“Yeah, she’s really great Jug, I love her.”

“That’s good, she can be a little intense,” he said with a laugh.

“You’re just saying that cause you’re a guy and you don’t know how to handle her or what to say to her,” Betty said smiling.  “She’s really glad im here cause now she has a girl to talk to.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

Jughead shifted his screen and Betty couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over his abdomen.  Good grief the man was hard and fit.  

“My eyes are up here,” he said suddenly, teasingly.  “Unless of course you’re thinking of licking the screen.”  Betty turned beet red.  Teasing with texts and then having it said face to face, even if through a screen was a little mortifying. Jughead burst into laughter.  She groaned in embarrassment and hid her face. “Don’t do that,” he said softly.  “I want to see you.”  She lifted her head again and he winked at her.  Betty sighed and glared at him.

“Stop teasing me, it’s making me blush.”

“Well….yeah.”  His grin was making her insides shiver.  Betty reached to the screen and traced her finger along his profile.  “What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“Touching you,” she said just as softly.  He didn’t say anything, but she saw him swallow and his eyes took on an intense look.

“I’m never working out of town again,” he said quietly, his eyes dark.  His statement implied long term and Betty felt warm all over.  He planned on them lasting.

“Good,” she whispered.  They talked for an hour and by the end of it, Betty was in tears again.  She didn’t want to say goodbye.  

“We can do it again tomorrow hon,” he said.  His calling her ‘hon’ made her cry even more.  She felt like an idiot but she just wanted to hug him.  

Their goodbye took a good 15 minutes and so did the next three.  On Monday night he told her he would be home the next day.

“We’re going to finish around lunch and we’re going to leave straight from the jobsite.  We’re all pretty eager to get home and nobody even wants to go to the hotel and shower first,” he said laughing.  

“You can shower at home,” she said happily.  She couldn’t wait for the next day. Almost 2 and a half weeks without Jughead was enough to last her a lifetime. She never wanted to be away from him again.  Was that crazy, she wondered. She decided she didn’t care.  She had never felt this way about anyone and she just wanted to be with him.  

The following day, as Betty was leaving Molly’s after her shift, she was heading across the street just as a big dirty work truck pulled away from the curb and head up the street.  Her heart leapt in her chest when she saw Jughead standing on the sidewalk.  He looked up and saw her and she started running and he dropped his bags.  He was tired and dirty and he had never looked better.  Her arms went around his waist and she held him so tightly, she wondered if he could breath.  His arms came around her and he pulled her up against him, his face in her hair.  After a moment his hands came up and moved through her hair and he tilted her head back and his mouth came down on hers.

Jughead’s kiss was hungry and thorough and she returned it eagerly, not giving a second thought to the people on the street.  He pulled away before it got too heated and rested his forehead on hers, his breathing heavy.  She clutched at his shirt, trying to catch her breath.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” she whispered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile.  

They went up to the apartment and once inside, Jughead grabbed her close and kissed her again.  This time his tongue swept into her mouth and she moaned and pressed against him.

“God I missed you,” he growled against her mouth and she felt heat pool in her stomach.  Her arms went around his neck and she pulled herself closer, kissing him without restraint, her tongue tangling with his.  “Who the hell taught you how to kiss?” he groaned when he pulled away, his breathing heavy.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked frowning, trying to pull back.

“God, no,” he muttered, kissing her again.  When he finally pulled back she sagged against him, unsure if her legs could hold her up.  He held her for a few minutes and then pulled away and pulled off his hoodie.  “I’m going to take a shower and you order a couple pizzas and grab our blanket and we’re going to eat and snuggle while watching a movie.”

“Ok,” she said with a happy smile.  The fact that he now called his blanket ‘theirs’ made her heart ache with happiness.  She was so glad he was home.

anonymous asked:

2k3 turts go to the Battle Nexus and finds out that their S/O also competes in the tournaments there. The turts didn't know this before so how would they react to it/what would they do? Thanks a lot :) Keep the awesomeness going.

(I love this ask omg)


He’d be thrilled his S/O is competing. You two probably roughhouse all the time (let’s be honest here). Really hopes he gets paired up with you because he knows you’re a great fighter and it’ll be a great match for both of you. He’s cheering you on in any match you’re competing in. Extra cheering if you’re going against one of his brothers (especially Mikey). Honestly the only thing better than him winning against them is watching you kick their shell. If you ever lose he’s there for you with encouraging words. He tells you that you’ll get ‘em next time and not to let this get you down. Treats you to a meal or a drink to celebrate how far you got.


Surprised you didn’t tell him! He would have set up one-on-one training sessions with you! Tries to weasel an answer from you. It’s because you perfected a secret technique, didn’t you? Totally doesn’t believe you when you tell him you just wanted to surprise him (or lights up with curiosity if you hint that you may have). Watches your matches really carefully. Can’t keep his eyes off of you. The difference between your movements when training versus a match is striking. He’s captivated by your confidence and ferocity. If you two ever get in a match he’s not going to hold back (holding back would be insulting and he knows you can take it). If you throw a new move or technique he briefly forgets you’re in a match and grins before going back into ninja fighting mode. After the match he’ll hound you with questions and make you promise to teach him.


A little nervous that he has another challenger for his title but doesn’t let it show. Lots of flirty trash talk. Tells you that he’ll let you hold the trophy once he wins. Forgets you two are “rivals” during your matches tho. He’s your number one fan after all! Cheers and shouts encouragement at you and throws in a good dig at your opponent. Wants to celebrate after every one of your matches (totally not to show off what a shell-kicker you are to everyone in earshot). If you do become the new Battle Nexus Champion he’s the first to congratulate you. Even though he’ll miss being the champion, seeing you accept the trophy and how happy you are, he’s pretty darn proud of you. Won’t let you forget that he’s going to be coming after your title so you’d better watch out!


Initially a little worried since he knows the matches can get a little dicey. But has no doubt in his mind that you can go toe-to-toe with the best fighters and definitely a contender for the title. Will strategize with you as you watch the other matches. The two of you try and pick apart how each of you could take down the potential winner. Doesn’t really feel competitive against you. Just wants to see his S/O do their best and wants to help them in any way he can. Not that he’d be willing to just roll over and let you win if you do get paired up though. It’s because he knows you so well and wants to see you succeed that he’ll throw everything he’s got against you. When he watches your matches he doesn’t cheer as loudly or as frequently as his brothers because he’s so wrapped up in watching you he forgets everything else.

-Mod Armor (this was fun thank you!)

“We’ve heard them all talk about Dust, and they’re so afraid of it, and you know what? We believed them, even though we could see that what they were doing was wicked and evil and wrong… We thought Dust must be bad too, because they were grown up and they said so. But what if it isn’t? What if it’s…”

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Obstacles 3 (ROMAN REIGNS)

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow


Warnings: slight cursing


Y/N jumped the second she heard the man speak, resting her hand over her chest. “Goddammit Finn!” She spoke closing the passenger car door that she had previously opened. “Were you following me and Roman?”

Her familiar friend, only laughed pointing between her and her husband. “Oh so it’s me and Roman, again, huh?” He asked mocking her at the last bit of his question. “Just last year you were crying on my shoulders while that asshole was out cheating on you.” He finished in an obviously pissed tone.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Finn had a point.

He was there for her when her own husband wasn’t. He was a shoulder to cry on. A good friend. But that was it.

Honestly Y/N wasn’t even sure if she even still thought of Finn as a friend. She hasn’t had a decent conversation with him in over a year.

Since Roman moved in while she was preparing to give birth, to be exact.

So why was he here now?

Basically accusing her of being stupid for wanting to give being an actual family, no a happy family with the man she’s known for most of her adult life a try?

“Finn you should just go. I don’t need you here just to reopen old wounds, and remind me of what almost happened with my marriage.”

Finn laughed sarcastically. “What almost happened? Or what did happen?” He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “That’s why I sent you the pics, Y/N, so you’d know how your so called husband was acting behind your back. Telling you what you wanted to hear but doing the exact opposite.”

“Just leave me alone Finn!” Y/N shouted, ending his rant, right then and there.

She had heard enough.

Hell, she couldn’t even believe him.

What gives him the right to come at her like this?

And what was that whole thing about him sending the pictures that exposed Roman? She always assumed that was the bitch he slept with trying to get Y/N out there picture and weasel her way into Roman’s life as a permanent thing.

But it was Finn?

She groaned as she slammed the car door after getting in, momentarily forgetting about her sleeping baby.

“Don’t wake up Dani,” Roman, who had been silently listening, spoke up making his presence known again.

Y/N blew out a breath in frustration, as she looked back at Dani, happy their daughter was still sleeping peacefully in her car seat. “I’m sorry, damn.”

“Nope. You don’t get to do that.” Roman said side eyeing his wife.

“Do what?”

He started the car up, making his way from the arena and onto the road. “That. Telling out your frustration on me. You don’t take kindly to me doing it, and I’m not gonna let you do it to me.”

He was right and Y/N knew that.

“I just can’t believe him Roman. He…” She made a sickened face just thinking about Finn. “… He was the one that took those pictures from that party. He sent them to me pretending to be some anonymous bitch. Hell, I even thought it was the bitch you were with, but it was him. Then he came to me, watching me cry like a fool, letting me explain what was going on. And he knew all along.” She went on before Roman stopped her.

He had, had enough.

He especially had heard enough from both of them.

But did he hear everything?

“Is there something I’m missing?” He asked aloud as he came to a stop cause of a red light?

Y/N shrugged while staring out the car window. “What’s there to miss?”

“I don’t know. I’m just asking, from the way he was going on and on about what happened and him mentioning that you let him come over to the house. I mean I sure as hell didn’t know about that.” He mumbled that last part.

Y/N quickly tore her eyes from the window and focused on Roman. “Are you implying I slept with him? Is that what you’re hinting at?”


I decided to make the man Finn lol hopefully it a good choice and hope this was worth the wait ofc!


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Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words:  826
Requested by @faifre123:  Jared x if ur okay with Jared x faith Details: Jared taking his wife faith out for fun to the fair and then she gets sick and Jared founds out she’s pregnant if that’s okay


          You held Jared’s hand as the two of you walked around the fair grounds. The fair had just opened and people were already crowding around the vendors, games, and rides. You just loved the atmosphere of a good old-fashioned fair.

           Jared looked down at you, “You look happy.”

           “I love fairs,” you said, “They make me feel like a kid again.”

           Jared smiled, “I know what you mean. This is seriously great. What do you want to do first?”

           You looked around, “Umm … let’s just walk around and see if anything catches our eye,” you said.

           “Sounds good,” Jared let go of your hand and put his arm around your waist, “I’m gonna win you something tonight.”

           “Are you?” you looked up at him, raising your eyebrows.

           “Don’t believe me?”

           You giggled, “I’ll believe it when I see it, Jare. Don’t waste too much money trying to win something from these guys. They’re all gonna try to weasel you out of more and more as you go.”

           Jared chuckled, “How about I get you some really delicious food?”

           “That sounds perfect.”

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MER Week Day 7!

Day 7: Alternate Universe
Let’s have some fun for our final day! Time to drop your character into an alternate universe story for the final relationship tale. Maybe you want to write a coffee ship AU, a Highschool AU, a Modern Day AU, or an evil Mirror Universe AU? Whatever it is, have fun! :)

(Thanks to @vorchagirl for the prompt and @cactuarkitty for the event! I had so much fun ;.; I can’t wait for another lets do this every day. hahah)


*** It’s hella late sorry if typos! Gonna go back and fix it but I needed to post this before bed so it still counted lmao<3 ***

Read my stuff here! Ao3 // FanFiction 

For the past two weeks Garrus had been dreading his next mission. Today was the day he would have to take a new Spectre candidate under his wing. Not just any new candidate though and the Council needed their top Spectre to handle it, their words not his. This candidate wasn’t like any other he had to process before though. No, she was special. One Commander Jane Shepard from the Alliance. Yes. That Alliance. 

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Avenging Angel: Part 17

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: None

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This time it was you who left the comment. It wouldn’t be long before t9 got back to you. Whoever they were, t9 never seemed to be very far from the computer. They would see your message quickly and contact you.

Sure enough, not even ten minutes passed before a new chat popped up on your borrowed email.

HalezLuvRye: Find anything? –t9

UnionBabe: HalezLuvRye? Really? You couldn’t find a better email handle to borrow? –Up6Dn

HalezLuvRye: Speak for yourself Union Babe.

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A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Twenty-Nine

AUTHOR: wolfpawn


Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature.

NOTES: For anyone who doesn’t know, a fjord is a is a long, narrow inlet with steep sides or cliffs, created by glacial erosion, very common in Norway, and we even have one or two here in Ireland, and they tend to be very beautiful.

The journey back to the boats was long and weary. Every warrior was hauling as much as they were capable of carrying of food, goods and bounty and though they had acquired two carts and two animals to pull them, one was designated to carry the wounded and the other was heavily ladened with more foods and goods.

Some of the Aesir had decided to remain behind to aid with the transition from Cathal’s rule and to maintain control of the king’s large homestead and those that had been deemed loyal by Séan were rewarded with new larger areas of land.

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#PickUpPitch prompt fills - (love is) in the eye of the cameraman

@monkshoodr has been sending mail all the way from Canada and is an absolute star!!

The prompt: A Rob the camera guy fic

(There’s still time to get Craig Erwich’s attention at the ATX Festival. This Friday, between 12 and 6 PM Central, head over to Twitter and tweet something with #PickUpPitch to help us get it trending! )

(Bonus: A gif of Rob the Camera Guy in case people aren’t as intrigued by him as we are and have forgotten who he is.)

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“Rob,” came the crackling voice of his producer Max over the headset, disapproval dripping off the short syllable.

He knew what was coming, and wasn’t eager to hear it. Still, he had to reply. That was his boss. 

“Yeah?” he asked, checking the frame of his shot through the viewfinder. 

Perfect. Just what he wanted.

“You know there’s a game on, yeah?” 


“Then will you quit it with the B-roll of Baker and Lawson? We’ve got enough to last us through next century.”

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Cashing In: A Swan Believer Ficlet

Written for and posted on behalf of the lovely @tlynnwords. Thank her for letting this see the light of day!


Sometimes Henry hated his own genius.

Last Mother’s Day, he had surprised his mother with a coupon book, but it was no ordinary one. Henry had read about it online. The coupon books, instead of being filled with reduced prices on food from supermarkets or incentives to open up any number of clothing stores, this was full of chores, favors, and other things that Emma would like. It was a brilliant idea. It was fast and cheap to make, but still spoke of effort, and his mom would likely use it a small handful of times and then never again. Henry would even have control over what the coupons would say.

So, he put together the gift and of course, Emma loved it. As expected, Emma used it a couple of times. There was a trash take-out here and there and one infamous cleaning of the bathrooms that Henry was wise enough to only include one of them in, but other than that, it wasn’t too bad and she seemingly forgot about it after a month.

That is, until she pulled it out four months later.

“Mom, no!” Henry cried as Emma placed her chosen coupon on his lap, taking his attention away from the TV.

Emma only smirked. “Oh yeah, kid,” she said.

Henry couldn’t believe it. He put that coupon in thinking his mother would never use it. She had to know he couldn’t do it!

Boy, was he wrong.

“Come on!” Emma pat his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” Henry asked, making one last effort to weasel his way out of the proposed task.

“You bet I am,” Emma answered. “As promised, it’s time to make dinner.”


Henry, unlike his mothers, was no cook. He could barely prepare his Pop Tarts, let alone dinner for three! Just how was Emma expecting him to do this?

Thankfully, his mother had enough mercy not to leave him to the task alone. She had told him what he’d be preparing, wrote out what he’d need and the steps he’d need to take, and stayed in the kitchen with him to supervise.

Henry sighed as he read Emma’s notes. It was just pasta with chicken, vegetables, and marinara sauce. It could’ve been a lot worse.

He immediately got to work.

Less than two minute after getting the chicken out of the fridge, Emma stopped him.

“I think you’re forgetting the seasoning. Otherwise, this is going to be a bland dinner.”

Henry nodded at the suggestion and sprinkled some salt and pepper along the top of the chicken. He moved to put the spices back when he was interrupted again.

“Only one side?” Henry grit his teeth before finishing the chicken’s seasoning.

Once it was done, and Emma gave him a thumbs up, Henry made his way towards the pan and began to heat it up. He moved to put the chicken on the skillet, but once more, he heard his mother’s voice.

“Add some oil to the pan. Otherwise the chicken is going to stick.” Emma looked to be having fun, and all that did was anger Henry.

Henry slammed the plate that held the chicken back onto the counter.

“Why did you even ask me to do this when I can’t do anything right?” He snapped.

Watching Emma, Henry half expected his mother to get defensive or scold him. But she didn’t. She did look vulnerable, perhaps even a little insulted at Henry’s burst of anger, but she didn’t pursue whatever it was that she was feeling.

Instead, she approached Henry, and placed a hand, this time gently, back upon his shoulders.

“I never had a cooking lesson.” It was said simply, not with the least bit of shaking. “I only learned how to make pasta through trial and error, and trust me, it was a lot of errors.” Henry looked at his mom, who was now biting her lip. Emma sighed. “One day, you’re going to leave home, and you’re going to want something a bit healthier than Taco Bell.”

“Hook’s rubbing off on you,” Henry, now in better spirits, teased.

“Maybe,” Emma acknowledged, shrugging, “but no matter what realm you’re in, what your situation is, or what girls you’re trying to attract,” she continued, ruffling Henry’s hair when he rolled his eyes about her comment on girls, “cooking will always be useful.”

Henry smiled before letting Emma lead the way once more in their lesson.

He guessed his coupon book was as good of a gift as he thought it was.

Secret - Seungcheol angst

@kimtaehyungssmile ngl 나비 I’m getting kind of sick of writing your url. Can we all just know that every gif I use from now on is from this person? Cheers


“Jagiya, I’m home in two days! Are you excited?” Seungcheol said happily, his pixelated face grinning widely. You nodded absentmindedly, mind otherwise preoccupied.

Did you remember to lock the café up…?


Shit, did I clean up that spill? Jaehyuk would kill me if he got there first, I need to wake up extra early to check-


“Hmm?” you asked, snapping out of your reverie.

“Are you okay? You seem really out of it today… Well, you have for a few weeks now. Is everything okay?”

No. Nothing was okay. By father’s drinking habits were getting out of hand, the bills were being left unpaid and my school debts were building up. My father couldn’t work due to his drinking problem and you were only working minimum wage - even if you had four jobs, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, jagi, I’ve not been getting enough sleep lately. I am excited that you’re coming back, Seungcheol! I haven’t seen you for ages!” you whined, pouting slightly. He laughed, forgetting what he was concerned about, adjusting his laptop slightly.

“I know, baby, it’s been too long. But don’t worry, you’ll be in my arms again soon.”


“Y/N! Break’s over, we’ve got customers to serve!” Jaehyuk shouted and you sighed, raising your head from the counter where you had been resting it. “I’m not paying you to sit around, get to work!”

“Sorry, sorry…” you muttered, grabbing a notepad and pen, stowing it in the front pocket of your apron and leaving the back room to deal with snotty, rude customers.

As always, Jaehyuk’s café was busy. You were snapped at, shoved and pushed in the crowd, dropped a few dishes, groped, shouted at by a red-faced Jaehyuk, and by the end of your shift, you were completely ready for bed.

You threw a grim smile to the other waitress that worked at the same time you did as you parted ways in the back room after putting your aprons in lockers and gathering your things.

You were walking out of the café alone, bringing your coat in closer to your body as the harsh cold air bit at any exposed skin. You made a right, tucking your chin into your jacket and walking at a quick pace to get to the next restaurant where you worked as a waitress too. This job was your favourite as the chef that worked at the same time you did had a soft spot for you and often gave you a cake or some other delicacy to take home with you.

At least, that was the plan.

“Y/N.” you heard and your head snapped to the left to see who had said your name, heart dropping to your feet and bouncing back up into your throat when you saw Seungcheol leaning against an unfamiliar car, arms crossed.

“Seungcheol…” you breathed, hardly daring to believe it. “What are you doing here? You’re a day early!”

“I was going to surprise you, but you got there first.” he said and you frowned, noticing the coolness in his tone.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, stepping closer to him.

“Four jobs, Y/N? Four? Without telling me?” he questioned and your cheeks burnt with shame and embarrassment.


“Yeah, oh. Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?”

“How did you even find out? Nobody else knows except for… You spoke to my sister?” you asked, outraged.

“I did! I let myself into your apartment to surprise you, only to find that you had left your little sister alone with no adult, to work! Why are you even doing this, Y/N? To pay for your father’s drinking habits?”

“I can’t believe you weaseled the truth out of my little sister! That’s low.”

“Well, I clearly wasn’t going to get it from you, was I?” he snapped.

You stared up at him in silence, clenching your jaw together.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped or something!” he asked, pushing himself off from the car.

“You have your own problems to deal with, Seungcheol, I didn’t want to bother you with my mindless worries.”

“This isn’t mindless!” he protested but you shook your head.

“It is, compared to what you have to work with. You’re the leader of a progressively famous band with twelve other people to look after. That’s a lot to deal with. I’ve got my own things to deal with.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N. I’m your boyfriend, I should know if something this big is bothering you.”

“Seungcheol, please, just drop it. You’re here and I’m really glad but I don’t have the time for this right now. Have you been to see your family yet?”

“Wow, you’re blowing me off? For what? Why are you busy?”

“I’m late for work.”

This time it was hit turn to stare you down. He just stood there, looking deep into your eyes.

“What is it you need? Is it money? Because you know I can pay for whatever you want-”

“No, Seungcheol,” you said, making him frown. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“You owe me a peace of mind right now, how’s that?”

“Money is worth more than peace of mind.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Seungcheol, please, just… Let me deal with this on my own.”

“Why are you so adamant that I don’t help you? I feel so useless right now, knowing you’re barely scraping by when I’m off touring around the country. Do you know how shitty that feels?”

“No, I don’t,” you said dryly. “Please just… Stop this. I’m really late for my shift.”

“Y/N, c’mon. You’re being unreasonable-”

“No! I’m not!” you suddenly yelled, making him jump and raise his eyebrows at you.

“Y/N, I’m just trying to-”

“No, Seungcheol, you’re not listening to me! I don’t want your help, I didn’t ask for it! I’ve told you to drop it and you still haven’t!”

“You haven’t even told me why you don’t want my help!”

“Because it’s embarrassing! You’re S.Coups, a budding international superstar and I’m nothing! I’m just a struggling twenty year old nobody with money problems, four jobs that do nothing and not enough money to move out of this hell hole! How am I supposed to tell you all that after spending two months away?”

“Then don’t see me as S.Coups! I’m Seungcheol, your boyfriend, and you’re making it so difficult to look after you properly!”

I don’t want looking after!” you screeched, the sheer force and volume of your voice making him take a step back in shock.

He stared at you, his brow furrowing deeply and the muscle in his jaw working furiously. You could see his brain working, either thinking hard about what to do next or he was controlling himself from bursting and saying something unforgivable.

“Fine.” he snapped, turning and opening the door of the car he was previously leaning on.

“Where are you going?” you asked, almost afraid of his answer.

“You don’t want my help, so why should I give it to you? I’m fucking done.” he said, turning his head to look in your direction, but he wouldn’t look into your eyes.

“Done? Done with what?” you were terrified. Was he leaving you? You didn’t want that - you needed him like you needed air and if he was going to leave you… You didn’t know what you would do. “Done with… Me?” you asked, voice trembling and eyes filled with tears.

He finally dragged his eyes up to meet yours, face stiffening slightly. He turned away, shaking his head slightly as he stepped into the car.

“Done with you.” were his final words to you as he shut the car door behind you, pulling away. You watched the taillights of the car disappear around the corner before you broke down, heavy sobs bursting from your mouth. You sunk down to your knees, hands scrabbling pathetically at your neck as you struggled to breathe.

He was gone. He was gone. He had left you. He’s gone.