you still see the flickers but i tried

Lift - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You confess to Steve that you’ve always wanted to do the Dirty Dancing lift. Somehow, he agrees to do it with you.

Warnings: Kissing

Words: 1 515

A/N: I just really like the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. I have no further motivation for this.

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


“You are, by far, the most persistent man I’ve ever met.” She said, watching Steve polish his shield to nothing but perfection. He looked up in surprise as her entrance had gone completely unnoticed to him. “It’s almost admirable.”

He rolled his eyes, sighing. “If you came here to mock me, you can keep walking.” He continued to circle the rag in his hand over his beloved shield.

She sat down on the steps of the short stairs in the middle of the armory which led up to slightly raised floor, holding her cup of soda and taking a sip from the straw. “I didn’t come here to mock, I came here for company, if that’s something I’m still allowed to have?”

“Of course it is…” He said defeated, tired of her dramatics yet still in love with her personality.

“So? Anything new happening in your life?” She tried to get a conversation going and he looked up at her, honestly questioning if she was serious or not.

“Like you haven’t been around me the past two weeks?”

“Just answer, damn it.” She said, straw still between her teeth.

He sighed again. “Well, I’ve watched a few movies that have been on my list for a while. That’s about it.”

“About that list… Can I see it?” She asked, watching him sincerely. He dug it out from his pocket and threw it to the steps she were sat at. She picked it up, flickering through the pages and briefly skimming through the words. “Which movies did you watch?”

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Some Like It Hot and North by Northwest.” He answered and watched her brows knit together before she looked at him judgmentally.

“Those are all movies from your time, you need to see something fresher, like Fight Club or the Jurassic Park movies.”

“First of all.” He met her narrowed eyes. “They’re not from my time. They’re from the fifties. I think Breakfast at Tiffany’s is from the sixties even. Secondly, I don’t like all that new stuff-”

“I said fresher, not new. Both Fight Club and the first Jurassic Park movie were released in the nineties.”

“Still too fresh… What can I say? I’m old fashioned.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes, laughing sarcastically.

“Can I write a movie down?” She asked after a few seconds, eyes glued to the scribbled things and people on his list.

Steve hesitated. “I don’t want to watch anymore new stuff. Sorry.”

“Oh come on, it’s from 1987! That’s over three decades ago… I really want you to see it!” She pleaded, putting her drink away and focusing on him completely.

“Why do you want me to see it?” He questioned, removing his focus from his shield which had been spot-free for fifteen minutes.

“The movie is called Dirty Dancing… At the end, there’s this historical scene where Patrick Swayze picks up Jennifer Grey with Time of My Life playing in the background. It’s epic, believe me, and you’re probably the one around who’d be most willing to do that with me.”

“You want us to dance?” He pulled his back, wondering if it was truly Y/N sitting before him.

“Well, if you wanna dance then I’ll dance, but it’s just this lift… Here, let me show you.” She handed back his notepad and dug out her phone. “If you’re too stubborn to just watch the movie, I’ll show you the scene.”

She found the clip in mention after a minute and held her phone out to Steve, who watched the screen with focus like she had never seen before. Baby and Jonny danced their hearts out before nearing the end where she ran into his arms, flying up in the air graciously.

“Boom. Classic.” Y/N said as the video ended, throwing her phone on the table nearby.

“You want me to lift you like that?” He continued his questioning as he was still a little loss, and also wondering if he was dreaming or not. Ever since Y/N went from working with the Avengers occasionally to moving into the Tower full time, he had began to slowly like more and more of the unique girl.

“I want the music too, of course.” She said it like it should have been obvious to him. “I want a bit of feeling, you know?”

He tilted his head back and forth before shrugging. “Alright, let’s do it.”

She blinked, staring at him. “What?”

“Let’s to the dance, lift, whatever.”

“Right here?”

“Right now.” He confirmed and stood up from his seat. He took off his jacket so he was left in a white t-shirt and held his hand out for Y/N. She grabbed it hesitantly, not being able to tell if Steve was messing with her or not. He pulled her to her feet before turning up to the speaker in the ceiling. “Friday? Could you put on that song for us? The one we just played?”

Playing it now, Mr. Rogers.” She confirmed and shortly after the song began playing in the room.

“You know how many movies have referenced this scene? Guy and girl, recreating the Dirty Dancing lift? Well, now when I think about it, it might just be one movie, but there’s a bunch of videos of people doing this.”

“Congrats. You’re now one of those people.” He said sarcastically, holding his arms out. Y/N took a long breath and backed away to give her distance to pick up her speed.

“Oh I so can’t believe this is happing right now.” She admitted, taking a deep breath in again.

“You’re surprised that you’re doing it yet you just asked me to do it. How does that go together?” He asked, his voice overpowering the music.

“Cause I didn’t think you’d agree to dance.”

“Do you have any idea what people did in the thirties? All we did was go to wars and dance in between them.” He said when she suddenly bursted out laughing at his comment. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face upon hearing her beautiful laughter. That, if anything, was music to his ears.

“Okay, you ready?” She asked as the music was beginning to near the right moment. Steve raised a brow, meeting her eyes which were filled with joy and excitement.

“Are you?”

She began to jog up towards him and he aimed his hands for her waist. As she ran into his grip he raised her above his head, arms straight up and carrying her steadily. She squealed as she held her arms out, hovering in the air with the powerful chorus in the background.

Steve let her body tilt back until her feet were facing down again, wrapping his arms around her legs and slowly letting her sink down until her face became somewhat at level with his own. Her smile had faded and her eyes seemed through stare through his, her heart beating hard enough for him to be able to notice.

“If you only knew how much this is like this other, new movie…” Her voice was airy as Steve stilled carried her, her arms resting on his shoulders.

“What happens next in the movie?” His eyes darted to her plum lips for a brief second, her scent intoxicating.

“Not what’s going to happen here…”

She sunk down and pressed her lips against Steve’s. They molded together with passion like the moment had been anticipated for months, which it had from both their parts. She wrapped her legs around him but Steve sat her down on the table behind them. She became shorter than him again and he placed one hand on the side of her neck and one at the back of her head, curving his head down as he shaped his lips around hers once more.

She pulled away for a second, but there were too many emotions that needed to be expressed. He dipped down and parted his lips, his tongue meeting hers in a mutual understanding of sweet bliss. He felt her arms cradle around his neck and try to push him closer even though it was physically impossible. As they instead traveled down his chest and grabbed the hem of his shirt, inching it up, he moved his hands from her neck and placed them over her hands.

“I think-” He was out of breath, leaning his forehead against hers with his eyes locked on to their hands. “I think we should take it slow.”

She was equally as out of breath as he was. “You do?”

“No.” He admitted. “But I was raised in an era where you took a gal out for dinner before as much as thinking about giving her a peck on the cheek, and I still go by my old ways, no matter how many Dirty Dancing clips you make me watch.”

She smiled, pressing her lips against his again for a short yet just as passionate moment. “What a gentleman.” She chuckled, bringing her arms back to his neck.

“A fella can always try.”

Hustler (Criminal!Jeonghan)

Summary: Hustler Jeonghan is on a mission to steal something from you, but he has a slight dilemma.

Genre: Criminal!Jeonghan (ft. Gang!SVT), a little humor and greasiness 

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: I might make a Gang!SVT series, just tell me what you think about this! (also where are all the jeonghan in a suit gifs) 

Originally posted by spidermanm

Yoon Jeonghan, the guy with the angelic face, one that people wouldn’t even think to second guess. Yoon Jeonghan, the guy who could make girls, and even guys, fall for him. Yoon Jeonghan, a straight up hustler.

Jeonghan was a seasoned swindler, someone who had every trick up his sleeve. Ever since he was a teenager, he had been learning how to fool people to get something from them be it money, fame, or a house.

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sit next to me (Tom Holland Imagine/One Shot) a/n: loosely based on the song 'sit next to me' by foster the people

Zendaya owed me big time-not just because I hauled myself off my sofa to make an appearance at her birthday party but also because I could be using this valuable time to watch Netflix. And obviously, Netflix ditching equalled true friendship.

I smiled through our friends, hugging and kissing cheeks until I was finally face to face to the newly 22-year-old goddess.

“You came.”

“Like you gave me a choice.”

She side-stepped Jacob and Harrison and allowed me scoot into one of the booths. Not bothering to check who I was going to be squeezed next to for the next couple of hours, I sat down and regretted my decision immediately.

Because there he was- brown haired, golden skinned and smiling.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers and tried not to bolt.

Looking up I could see Zendaya’s gaze flicker to mine before she left my side.

Some friend she was-leaving me with the ex I was still in love with!

I cleared my throat and was just about to pull out my phone to pretend I was busy, when I heard him. He cleared his throat. My attention diverted to him almost instinctively, still so conditioned to respond to him.

“Want a drink?”

I nodded. I knew if I stayed beside him for too long, we would fall into the same old pattern-ignore each other, deny the sexual tension and then end up leaving as quickly as possible. Leaving me a frustrated mess and him, running a hand through his hair just like he was now. In the dim lighting, it flickered from gold to amber to shades of scarlet. I really wanted to run my fingers through the softness and tug at the roots, making him moan like he used to when we were together.

Tom gestured for a drink with his muscular arm raised and then dropped it down to rest on the edge of the table. From where I was, I could see the scar on his right ring finger from a failed attempt at making a birdhouse with Paddy. And I could see that I needed to stop staring.

The atmosphere around us was vibrant. There was loud music blaring-probably some obscure pop band like Neiked that I didn’t recognize. Zendaya and the rest of our friends pretended they weren’t spying on us but they were doing a terrible job of it. Tony, bless his heart, was still as clueless as ever.

I turned back to staring at my hands, heart racing, body dying to run. From the corner of my eye, I knew he was looking at me. He used to do the same thing when we were together and I missed it.

I missed him. I missed his dumb sexual jokes and I missed him making us tea. I missed being in his presence. I missed him smiling at me. But most of all, I think what I missed most was his lips against mine-kissing and kissing till we were so out of breath, we felt lightheaded.

The drink arrived just as I built up the courage to look him in the eyes. I grabbed the glass and chugged it down. Wiping my mouth, I turned to Tom, who was looking at me. His fingers wrapped around a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear. He was leaning in, one arm draped around the back of the booth and the other on the table in front of us.

This is a bad idea.

This is a very bad idea.

“Hey guys! How’s it going?”

Startled, I nearly jumped back. Zendaya smirked, knowing very well what had she had interrupted. I cleared my throat and stepped out of the booth, excusing myself. She shrugged and left to re-join our friends. I took the opportunity to slip out and zig-zag past the hordes of people who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Jesus, this girl was popular.

When I had almost made my escape, I heard him once more. It was truly astounding that even in the midst of so many voices, his could reach me so easily. It was as if he was talking inside my head and not in a crowded pub.

“Hey.”

He said, making me turn around. Standing there, it hurt so much to notice how perfectly we would fit together right then if we only reached out a few inches. But we didn’t. Instead, we stood watching each other.

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

I yelled over the new song blaring over the speakers. Only the throbbing base of EDM could apparently drown out the imaginary voices in my head.

“I’M SORRY!”

I heard him-clear as day, clear as crystal.

“I fucked up, darling. I fucked up so badly.”

His hand cupped my cheek and my heart sped up. I swallowed hard, trying not to let my apprehension show. I sighed as my back pressed against the wall behind me. Knowing full well that he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, he didn’t even deserve to be talked to, I did the one thing I’d been wanting to all night. I slipped my hands through his soft hair and tugged him lower.

Our lips met softly. First just a gentle peck but then I kissed him with all of the feelings bubbling inside of me. I kissed with anger and passion and love and everything in between. I kissed him to make him understand how hurt I was, how broken he’d made me feel and how in the end, it didn’t matter. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so goddamn much.

Tom had just moved his hands to my waist when I could hear loud hollering in the back. We parted, more than a little startled and found Tony, Zendaya, Harrison and Laura on the top of the pub’s counter-cheering.

“Wooohooo!”

“Get it girl!”

“Show her how it’s done, TOM!”

Embarrassed, I ducked my head down. But he laced his fingers with mine and asked,

“Sit next to me?”

I nodded, looking up at him and hoping I never had to look away again.

You Belong With Me

AN: This idea just came out of nowhere lmao but this imagine is inspired by Taylor Swift’s song of the same name so that might give you an idea about what this is about ;) i left the ending open for a part 2 so if you want one pls send me a message :) 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by parkerpete

“Hey, Pete.”

I greeted my best friend, sliding into the seat next to him. The cafeteria was buzzing with the sounds of teenage chatter and utensils hitting plates. I noticed that Peter still hadn’t greeted me back. My pulse raced as I took a good look at him. His elbows were placed on top of the table. He leaned forward, hair slightly falling over his eyes and mouth opened. He was staring at something. Or someone. 

I followed his line of sight and saw that he was staring at Liz Allen. Most popular girl in Midtown High. I sighed. 

“You better close your mouth before you get drool on the table.” I said.

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Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE

A/N: Thank you all AGAIN for the lovely response on my last part, it honestly is so sweet and i’ve run out of words to describe how thankful I am on your guys support and reassurance of this series. I do truly love writing this series and being able to put my own character into the 100 series. So thank you all for allowing me to continue it! This episode (episode 8) is honestly (again) one of my favourite episodes. I feel like we finally get to see Bellamy for who he is, and that honestly makes me so happy. 

Y/N or the reader will be taking place of Clarke to further her relationship with Bellamy in this episode.

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Based off of: The 100 01x08

Warnings: hallucination nuts, getting “high”.


Originally posted by bobmorleyisking

“Y/N?” 

You blinked, your body weak and swaying as you tried to regain yourself. It felt as if you’d tip over any second but you held fast on staying steady and not making a complete fool of yourself. Had you just heard Clarke’s words right? You prayed you didn’t, but the feeling in your stomach told you otherwise and you feared…

You feared you’d have to talk to him… the him who threw you in solitary and the him who also happened to be your father. “Y/N!” Shaking your head, the world became clear again and you found Clarke, standing before you waving her hand in front of you. You cleared your throat, unsure of your own next words. “Kane? Kane would like to speak to me?” 

She nodded, seemingly just as confused as you. “Yes, Y/N.” She concluded. You felt your breath leave you and your heart rate pick up, taking cautious steps back you shook your head with denial. “I can’t.” You shook your head, breath frantically picking up; “please, Clarke. I can’t.”

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. But Kane specifically requested you.” Clarke explained, wiping her hand against her forehead in frustration. Sudden guilt filled within you, despite the unredeemable acts she’d just committed, she also had a lot on her plate and she didn’t need your pathetic panic attacks. “We just got in contact with them, I don’t want to upset them just yet.”

“Uh- okay. Sorry.” You replied quickly, ignoring the look she gave you as you snuck past her into the room. You stared at the screen that displayed someone you thought you’d never see again. He was almost your worst fear, and seeing him head on made your heart beat rapidly against your chest. You tried to ignore the spike of fear that stabbed through you as you stood just out of view to Kane.

You needed to do this. You knew. Even if you did some how manage to avoid this (which you wouldn’t be able to) the Ark was coming down, you’d have to confront your father eventually. It was best just to get it over with.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to ignore the way your hand shook and took a step towards the screen. Taking a seat, you let your eyes wander over Kane. He looked the same. Though it’s been four years since you’ve even seen him, your father did not change much. He still held that air of arrogance along with him. 

He seemed monotone on your return but you felt your stomach bubble with anticipation. “Hello… sir.” You replied, using the name he liked you to call him by.

“Hello, Y/N.” He replied shortly, and despite the way things had left off you couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt that he still couldn’t seem to give you the time of the day. “Clarke tells me she is busy today, so she sent you.” Blinked, you shook your head confused, Clarke had said he’d requested you specifically..? So why? “All of you will freeze to death by winter, so we have found an emergency aid depot. It’s not far from the landing site. Here are the coordinates.” You were quick to begin writing down the coordinates.

Jaha came to view and he was very quick to begin explaining; “along with supplies, the bunker made provide shelter for the hundred and for the citizens of the Ark.”

Despite how quickly everything had been thrown at you, you turned to Jaha and asked; “and what makes you think it’s intact?” You chose to ignore the fact that your father was in clear sight of you and the absolute chills and obedience that you felt around him.

“It was designed to withstand nuclear warfare.” Kane explained, the screen flickering back to him. Nodding your head, you opened your mouth to speak, though you were interrupted quickly by Jaha. “Send in Clarke please, Y/N. Find someone to check the bunker out and report back to us.” You were sent off but in panic you tried; “wait. Can I please speak to Kane please?” Though the fear you felt about seeing your father again, you still wanted to speak to him. He was your father… you missed him. 

“Not the time Y/N. Go now.” Kane spoke for Jaha, waving you off. With hurt eyes you turned to your father but he only shook your head. Despite the four years, you’d grown up with those eyes and you knew when to stop. With a sigh, you stood up and tried to suck in your tears. Four years. Four years it’s been since you’ve spoke to your father and he couldn’t even bother to say one word to you. Actually to you. It stung. More than anything.

You stormed out of the room only to be stopped by Clarke herself. Her hand fell on your shoulder and you hid your clearly distressed state by your hand. “Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?” She asked, clearly concerned.

Sniffling, you shook your head and sent a smile her way. “Yeah fine.” You convinced her, and with a sudden furrow of your brow, you turned to her suspicious; “hey you said that Kane requested me specifically, but they said you requested me? Why would you need me to go to the depot instead of going yourself?”

Clarke’s eyes fell and her hand slipped off your shoulder, with honest but hidden eyes she turned on you; “Y/N I know Kane’s your father.” You opened your mouth in shock, taking a step back. “How di-”

“Doesn’t matter,” she interrupted, “I just thought you’d like to speak to him and I need to figure somethings out of my own. I knew I could trust you.” Sudden anger filled you, and though you weren’t sure why, you narrowed your eyes at her. “What right do you have? When you won’t even speak to your own mother?” You suddenly spat at her, you watched her face twist into concern but you only shook your head and stormed past her before she could say anything.

She had no right. And the only she’d been doing for the past day had been aggravating you. So quick to torture another when all he was trying to do was protect himself. So quick to put all the pressure on another when one thing became too much. Your anger was unjust in some ways, but a fire burned within you and you just felt so angry.

Your body led you, and soon your found yourself climbing up the ladder that led to where the grounder was. You found Octavia on your way and sent a small sympathetic smile her way. Climbing up the ladder, you found just who were looking for. And surprised to see you there, Bellamy turned towards you, quick to head towards you. “Y/N-” You held up your hand interrupting him.

“The Ark found some old records that show a supply depot not too far from here.” You explained. 

“What kind of supplies?”

“The kind of supplies that might give us a chance to live through winter.” You explained, shaking your head. Drawling, you looked up at him; “I’m gonna go check it out.” You sent him a look, already knowing he’d want to join you, as that was part of the reason why you’d come to him, even if your feet led you here. Though you weren’t sure why. You two had been getting the least bit along lately, but it didn’t matter. No matter how much you hated his ways, you needed someone that wouldn’t be afraid to defend themselves and you, if you went on your own, you hated to say it but you were in danger.

“Can I-”

“Yes, you can come.” You interrupted, waving your hand. “I’ll get my stuff, meet you in ten by the gates.”


Ten minutes later, both you and Bellamy were out of the gates and already in the landing site that this pod was suppose to be in. Popping another nut in your mouth, you turned to Bellamy who was only a few steps behind you. “So…how long you gonna avoid Jaha for?” You asked, seemingly breaking the silence between the two of you. “The drop-ships are gonna be arriving soon, pretty sure it’s gonna be a bit difficult to avoid Jaha then.”

“I can try.” Bellamy replied. You looked back at him, a hidden tenseness between the two of you and you shook your head. Figures he’d still try even when the odds were clearly going to be against him. 

Stepping up the hill, you both looked around at the barren looking area. Holding the map, you let your eyes wander around; “the depot suppose to be around here… somewhere.” You mumbled, holding the map. It definitely did not look like there was anything here. With the dead trees, destroyed half of a building and the abandoned look of it. 

“There’s got to be a door somewhere here.” Bellamy uttered. 

“Maybe he’ll be lenient.” You mentioned, breaking the conversation and going back to Jaha. He shook his head, turning to you and you had to strain your head up to look him in the eye. “Look, I shot the man Y/N. He’s just not gonna forgive and forget.” 

Sighing you looked away, at the ground and played with your thumbs. “Yeah I know. Maybe I just hoped you would be willing to compensate for your crimes.” You mumbled, you decided not to look back at Bellamy knowing already what his expression would be. You shook your head.

“Look let’s just split up, cover more ground.” Bellamy was quick to walk away, you only shook your head, disappointed in him. Heading down the hill, you headed left while he headed right and you began digging around. Moving stuff you tried to search for the door and let out a small smile when you saw the door. Straightening out, you looked over at Bellamy and frowned. Just a day ago you’d trusted him completely, he was a prick and cocky but you’d trusted him.

You’d let someone in even after everything that had happened to you. You’d trusted him. And now… now you only saw betrayal when you looked at him. Shaking your head, you cleared your mind of those thoughts. This wasn’t the time, you needed to find out if that depot would help your people or not and debating whether Bellamy was trust worthy or not wasn’t the way.

“Bellamy!” You called, catching the attention of him. You squinted to see what he was doing but couldn’t tell and soon enough he stopped, turning to you. “Over here. I found a door.” He was quick to gather his stuff, jogging over to you.

Pulling on the handles, you grunted when it didn’t budge and sighed. “I think it’s rusted shut.” You sighed. 

“Here.” Bellamy commented, raising his axe to the side of the door; “watch your foot.” He warned, and you quickly tucked your foot underneath you. You watched as he raised his hand and smacked the axe down against the door. Soon enough the handle broke and jumping into action you moved over to help him pull the door open. The door creaked open and sharing a look with Bellamy, you both stood up and began heading down the steps.

You switched on a flash light, handing it to him before grabbing yourself one. Looking around, you felt hope within you as you prayed that this place would be suitable enough to live in. You and Bellamy remained silent, searching through the depot yourself. 

You followed through the depot, walking down more steps. You felt yourself freeze and your breath get caught in your throat when an old decayed body came into view. Pausing, you closed your eyes to remain calm and continued walking further. You barely paid attention to the fact that Bellamy witnessed it all and still walking, he asked; “you really don’t like death, do you?” 

Not looking back at him, you spat; “nope.”

Walking further, there was another body and you had to focus on your breathing as Bellamy commented; “hell of a place to die.”

Your hope withered as you made it to the bottom of the steps and viewed the shape the depot was in. It was decaying and old, everything was rotted and wasted. And reluctantly you had to admit that this was no place to live. Closing your eyes in frustration you mumbled, “so much for living here. This place is disgusting. Damnit!” You raised your voice, frustrated. 

“Anything left down here is ruined.” 

“They must have distributed most of the supplies before the last bombs went off.” You analyzed. Turning to Bellamy when he opened a compartment, you walked over to him watching as he twisted a glow stick on. You set down your bag next to Bellamy’s and walked over to another container. Opening it, you felt a slimmer of hope fill within you when you saw blankets. Clearly excited, you called over to Bellamy; “hey. I found blankets.”

“Excited about a couple of blankets.” Bellamy drawled.

Turning to him, you glared; “well it’s something.”

“How about a canteen or a med kit… or-or a decent fricken tent?” He yelled, frustrated. You kept calm, shaking your head. You were just as frustrated as him, knowing that you all could die if you didn’t find a reliable solution soon made everything seem more tedious and annoying.

You turned shocked when you heard Bellamy grunt and a loud thunk of a sound when the barrel he’d kicked hit the ground. You furrowed your brows, confused as you made your way over to him. He suddenly seemed intrigued by something that came out of the barrel, and following slightly behind him you squinted to see what had made him so excited. 

“Oh, my god.” He whispered. Baffled, you leaned closer to him to see what he was so excited about. He picked up an object which you quickly deciphered as a gun. Sudden panicked filled you and straightening up, you shook your head slowly. No. No, you were not bringing guns back to camp. You almost wanted to yell at him with that bright smile he held on his face.

You backed up from him; “no.” You shook your head repeatedly. “No we are not bringing guns back camp.”

Bellamy’s smile disappeared and he stood up himself; “Y/N- we need them.”

“No,” was all you said. Bellamy began walking over to you and grabbed you by the shoulders, this seemed to be a popular move to him. Shaking your head, you tried to shove him off but you were only backed against the wall with no real place to escape to you. You stared fearful up at him, but not of him rather at the fact that you’d found guns. You couldn’t-

“This changes everything,” Bellamy exclaimed. “No more running from spears. You ready to be a badass, Y/N?” He seemed to have missed the part of your clear discomfort. Shaking your head, you tried to shove off his arms but he didn’t budge.

“No!” You suddenly yelled; “I don’t want to be a badass. Guns are dangerous Bellamy. They can hurt somebody.”

“Hell yeah they’re dangerous. That’s the point. We don’t need to be afraid of the grounders anymore.” He tried to explained to you. You fumbled for words, eyes wide as you tried to get him to understand. “No, Bellamy. Please. You don’t understand. That can kill somebody!” You yelled, pointing at the pile of guns.

Bellamy let go, moving from you and grabbing a gun. Quickly setting up a clothe of red with an ‘x’ on it, he gestured the gun over to you. You stared warily at it and made no move to grab it or anything. He shoved it more forward. “Y/N let me show you that if you handle a gun right, it can’t hurt anybody.”

“Yes it will! It kills people, Bellamy.”

“Not if you don’t want it to. You just have to aim. Here.” He gestured the gun and despite yourself you grabbed it. You watched as the gun raddled from your shaky hands and you held it a good distance away form yourself. You stared in fear at the weapon and soon felt heat from a body behind you. You completely tensed when Bellamy’s arm came around you and grabbed the gun, placing it correctly in your hands. His face was so close to your neck and you still couldn’t get over the fact that you were holding a gun in your hands.

“Bella-”

“Shh. I’ll show you, it’s not all that bad when in the right hands.” He moved your hand slowly to the trigger and moving the gun, he aimed it so it was directly in front of the clothe. His hand hovered over yours and slowly pressed down.

You killed me.

You blinked, your breath stopping as the loud shot of the bullet echoed. You closed your eyes in fear, images flashing rapidly through your mind. Your heart sped up and you felt yourself go clammy. Panic rose within you and you shoved Bellamy away from you, the gun fell to the ground with a clatter and suddenly you were on the other side of Bellamy, facing him.

Your hands at your side, you felt your whole body shaking. Bellamy looked at you, clearly concerned as he tried to take a step towards you but you flinched violently. 

You killed me.

Silence fell over the both of you. You were at a lost on what to say. You were too scared to say anything. You were too scared to even be near him. As you looked around in panic, a sudden realization dawned on you. Your eyes fell on his bag and you distinctly remember him stuffing it with rations. The inability to speak to Jaha. His trust in Miller. And just the way he’s been acting the entire day.

Panting, you made direct eye contact with Bellamy. “You’re leaving.” You whispered, tears brimming. “You’re gonna leave.” Bellamy seemed genuinely baffled by your statement but you knew he knew what you were talking about. “That’s why you wanted to come.” Even so you’ve been angry at him for so long, something about the statement hurt.

“I don’t have a choice. The Ark will be down here soon.”

“Oh and you think we all don’t have that same fear? Or at least… i don’t? What are you going to do, leave Octavia?” You spat, confused.

“Octavia hates me, she’ll be fine.” Looking at you, he mumbled; “you hate me.”

“I-”

“I shot the chancellor, Y/N.” He interrupted, voice leaving no room for argument. “They’re gonna kill me. Best case scenario they lock me up with the grounder for the rest of my life, and there’s no way in hell i’m giving Jaha the satisfaction. J-Just… i need some air.” Before you could say anything else, Bellamy stormed past you and up the stairs he went.

Sighing, you wiped your hand against your forehead, suddenly you felt very dizzy. Resting your hand against your forehead, you held the wall for support.

You killed me.

You closed your eyes for a second and when you walked open them suddenly a woman stood in front of you. “You’re the reason i’m dead.”

“Mom…” You whispered, holding your stomach. You shook your head in bewilderment confused as to why she was here. Her forehead was slick with sweat and her white shirt was covered in blood… it was just like that night…the image haunted you. “What are you… why?” Tears finally fell and terrified of that fact that your dead mother was standing before you, you tried to not collapse.

Your heart rate quickened and you felt it suddenly hard to breathe. “I’m here because you killed me.”

You shook your head, desperate for her to understand. “N-No… I shot the guard-”

“Then I died.” She interrupted, taking steps towards you. You flinched when she reached you and your hands shook against your side as you tried to get away. Your back hit the wall and you were frozen with fear, all you could do was listen to your mother spit cruel words at you. “You murdered the guard and then you murdered me. You deserve to die just like the rest of us.” She spat.

You opened your mouth to say something but fell silent… she was right. You were a murderer. 

Bellamy…

“And all this time you’ve been blaming him, putting everything on him when you helped him kill those three hundred innocent people.” You remembered the loving eyes your mother once gave you. Now all you saw were dark and cold and hurt eyes that blamed you. You let a sob break free and you tried to reach for her but she smacked your hand away, then you grunted when a sudden pain came about in your stomach.

Mouth open, you looked up at your mother who only glared at you. Suddenly her arm raised and she punched you across the head, you grunted, falling over. Sobbing as you fell, your head smacked against the ground but you barely felt the pain as you closed your eyes. When you opened them, your mother was gone and replaced by another. Squinting, you tried to stay awake; “Dax…?”


“Dax, put the gun down.” Your hand was clearly shaking but you didn’t hesitate to keep your hands up and the gun pointed at Dax. You were clearly in distress. Your hair disheveled and your eyes red from crying, your clothes covered in dirt and ripped. But still your head held high as you glared at Dax.

Dax turned towards you, his gun now pointed at you. “Should’ve stayed down there, Y/N. I tried not to kill you, but here you are, and Shumway said no witnesses.” Your eye’s narrowed in uncertainty at the mention of a guard.

“What is he talking about?” You asked, turning to Bellamy.

“Shumway set it up. He gave me the gun to shoot Chancellor Jaha.” Bellamy explained.

“Walk away now and I won’t kill you.” Dax offered. Shaking your head, you held the gun higher, aiming it at him. “Put it down.” You repeated, slowly enough for him to understand. He only shook his head, keeping the gun up and pointed directly at you. You ignored the spike of panic and the way the gun felt heavy against your hands. You ignored the way your mind raged at you to to shoot but you knew this was the only way.

“Your choice.” Dax mumbled. Holding your breath you pressed the trigger but nothing happened confused you pressed the trigger again, the sheer force of it shocking you so your aim went off slightly. It grazed his arm and he grunted in pain, staring shocked that you were actually able to hit him. Panicked, you moved to run away but Dax was too quick and you were knocked to the ground. 

Turning from your stomach, Dax was quick as he straddled your waist. You panicked, grunting pain when he punched you. You heard a grunt and sudden cry of: “no!” You whimpered at the sheer force of the man on top of you but felt yourself relax slightly when you saw Bellamy heading your way. “Get off of her!” He shouted, moving to grab Dax by the shoulders. Dax raised his elbow, knocking Bellamy back by sheer force. 

You tried to shove him off you but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them. You panicked, closing your eyes, afraid of what he’d do. Before his grip tightened and you felt his weight being shoved off you. Despite knowing he was off, you felt yourself shake violently and sudden sobs break through. You opened your eyes only to see Bellamy above you, panting. “Y/N. Y/N! Are you okay?” He said, kneeling next to you.

You shook your head no. “I killed her.”

His brows furrowed, “killed who?”

“I killed my mother. I’m nothing but a murderer” You sobbed. Holding your hands against your eyes you didn’t notice Bellamy manoeuvre around you until his hands fell on your waist and he pulled you up. You did nothing to stop him as he leaned you against the trunk of the tree. You only focused on him when he grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands from your face, “Y/N look at me.”

Defeated, you let your eyes fall on him, “I don’t know what happened between you and your mom, but one thing I know for sure is, you’re not a murderer.” You found solace in his gaze, that willed you strongly against him. Just his words helped relax you as the one thing you’ve wanted to hear, wanted to be told, he finally said to you. Something you’ve wanted to hear for years, you felt yourself able to breathe again. There was that certainty of safety again when you looked into his eyes. “I trust you, Y/N.” 

Calming down, you straightened out your breathing. “I trust you.” You nodded, “and okay. We bring the guns.”

He smiled gratefully at that, “i’ll talk to Jaha.”

“Can we just sit here for a minute?” You asked, panting against the tree. He let go of your wrists, moving to sit next to you. 

“As long as you need.”


“I’d like to say something.” You interrupted Jaha, “when you sent us down here, you sent us to die. But miraculously, most of us are still alive. And a huge part of that, is thanks to Bellamy.” You looked over at him, holding his gaze and sending a small smile his way. “He’s one of us, and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us.”

“Y/N I appreciate your point of view, but it’s not that simple.” Jaha explained.

“It is.” Bellamy was quick to defend himself, you smiled at him reassuringly. “If you want to know who in the Ark wants you dead.”

You watched with anticipation as Jaha leaned forward, you grabbed onto Bellamy’s hand, squeezing it. You missed the way his gaze held yours for a long time before turning back to the screen. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you waited for Jaha to say the words.

“Bellamy Blake, you’re pardoned for your crimes.”

Silent In The Trees

Pairing: Dean × Ghost!Reader

Word Count: About 2450

Summary: The reader is a ghost with no memories of her past life and bound to a forest, spending her days wandering when two hikers catch her eye. Inspired by Twenty One Pilots - Trees.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Thanks! @misguidedconqueress (Addy) for reviewing, editing, suggestions, title brainstorming, and your encouragement!

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The forest was cold today, colder than usual. Perhaps it was due to the drops of rain, though you couldn’t feel them. You couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t smell the cedar trees, feel the warmth of the sun’s rays as they shined through the trees, run your hands across the rough tree bark, make a sound at hikers who passed through. The only sensation was cold; and as far as you could tell, you were stuck in your own personal hell.

Days turned into months, each spent wandering through the trees. It seemed that was your sole purpose. Even if you tried to leave and follow the road to it’s end, you found yourself engulfed in nothingness until reappearing in the middle of the forest.

Apparently the rain did not hinder those determined to walk the trails. Two men weaved through the trails. They were friends - no, brothers, you thought. You followed them in silence. Something about them drew you in, almost a sense of familiarity. Perhaps they had hiked these trails before. The rain drowned out their voices but you could make out mumbling. You heard a twig snap underneath your foot. But that wasn’t possible… you looked down in confusion..

“Y/N?” The shorter one with eyes like the forest asked you. The other one held a device with a high pitched noise.

Could they see you? If your heart was still beating it would have stopped in its tracks. You felt a buzz of electricity and then back into nothingness. God, you hated the nothing. But soon you were back in the middle of the woods, to the place where you always found yourself. You ran as fast as you could trying to remember what trail they were on but came up empty handed. The man had called you Y/N, but that name had no meaning to you. You pondered the name for most of the day.

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Je Suis Prest

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from The Weight of Love

My Fanfiction Master List

Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU.

As always, let me know what you think.

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For You

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst?? Mostly fluff

Word Count: 942

You’re terrified of thunderstorms, but you've never told anyone about it because you don’t want to be a burden to anyone, usually riding it out on your own. Of course Jungkook figured this out long ago and ditches work to walk through the rain and find you the moment he hears thunder, not wanting you to be alone again.


Originally posted by sugutie

    You curled in on yourself on the bed. Despite what you had previously believed, the massive load of blankets on top of you wasn’t doing enough to protect you. You saw the warning flash of lightning light up the room. Already anticipating the blow, a large crack of thunder boomed through the room, sending a shock up your spine. You cried out softly, hugging the blankets closer to yourself. It was always like this. Thunderstorms freaked you out, there was nothing you could do about that. Silently, you cried to yourself.

    You didn’t hear it when the door softly creaked open, quiet footsteps coming to the edge of the bed. Another moment of silence lingered in the room, save for the soft rain pelting against the window. Suddenly, there was a heavy dip in the bed next to you.

    Shrieking, you shot up from your spot and turned to see your boyfriend laying down on the bed. “Jungkook,” you said in a huff, relaxing as you realized you weren’t being attacked. His face was slightly laced with distress, his hair glistening with water droplets as he stared at you somewhat expectantly.

    You tried to catch your breath, it getting stuck in your throat a few times. “Y-you’re supposed to be at wor-”

   “I left.”

    You looked up into his eyes, searching them. Looking into his eyes, you forgot about the storm for a second. In turn, you forgot how badly you were still shaking. His gaze flickering down at your shaking hands, he gently took them in his grip and said, “I heard the storm. I didn’t want you to be alone, so I walked.” Your gaze fell down to stare at his soft knuckles. You had never told him how you got during thunderstorms. “But how…” you trailed off. Jungkook lightly squeezed your hands, “Y/N, I’m not that bad of a boyfriend.” Your eyes met once again and a faint glint of what looked like hurt flashed in his eyes.

    Thunder struck through the room again, making you flinch and close your eyes, a small whimper leaving your lips. A pair of arms slipped around you, embracing you in warmth. You stayed frozen for a moment, eyes shut in panic as he held you, his breath hitting your neck. His thumb rubbed soothing circles in the back of your shoulder and you immediately felt yourself calming. Relaxing your tense body, you let your head fall against his shoulder, softly nuzzling into your boyfriend’s neck. He smelled like home. And that’s exactly how you felt in his arms.

    “Come here,” he murmured quietly against your skin, pulling back slightly so the both of you could sit further back on the bed. He scooched backwards, leaning his back on the headboard. Spreading his arms wide, he motioned for you to climb into his arms, a small smirk playing on his lips. Of all the times for him to be smug, you thought to yourself. The corners of your mouth lifted at his ridiculousness. It was a successful mission in his mind, making you smile. A triumphant smile bloomed on his face as you climbed into his arms, resting your head on his chest. You looked up to see his face still pulled into a dumb grin, showing his bunny teeth that you loved. Gently, he wrapped his arms around your lying figure. There were a few low rumbles of thunder, and you felt his arms tighten protectively around you, ready for you to react. But you were lost in the sound of his heartbeat against your ear, and the warmness that he surrounded you with. Maybe in the back of your head you heard the thunder, but it meant less now. The two of you sat there, you listening to the steady beat of his heart in his chest. Jungkook looked out the window, watching the rain patter and stream down the glass.

    You closed your eyes, the feeling of exhaustion slowly coming over you. It was tiring, being scared for so long. However, your mind was still too alert to fall asleep, and you knew this.

    “I’m tired.” you said softly against Jungkook’s chest, while it rose and fell with his breaths. His hand came up to stroke your back, absentmindedly drawing patterns with his fingers. He hummed before replying in a soft voice, “What can I do, babe?”

    You smiled contentedly in your fatigue. “Sing to me,” you murmured. You didn’t think he heard you at first, after all you had said the words in a barely audible voice. But then his hand stopped on your back. You were about to let out a complaint when you felt his fingers softly stroke your hair, the soft notes of his voice floating through the air.


Everything is for you

Everything is alright

Even if there is no answer

Everything is inside your smile

Truth

Even if we are apart

Our hearts are connected to each other

Forever with you


    A sigh left your lips as your subconscious started to melt against the soft crooning coming from above you. The thunder had subsided now, as if it knew exactly what was happening, knowing exactly when to stop. Jungkook’s fingers gently ran through your hair as you loosened against him. He kept singing, every note resonating in you like a lullaby while you were lulled into sleep. You could still hear the very faint echo of rain in the background, but that didn’t matter anymore. On the very edge of conscious, you heard the singing subside for a moment, followed by a very soft voice whispering, “I love you, Y/N.”

and when you smile, the entire universe stops and stares for a while and it pisses him the hell off. 

He was pissed. No, make that fucking pissed because this fucking shit head was hitting on you again and goddammit, he was getting sick and fucking tired of you having to do the same shit over and over again. He was an ex for a fucking reason and just because he went to go get a goddamn drink, in those couple of minutes, this fuck munch had found you and was trying to take advantage of you being alone.

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Media Naranja

Originally posted by beautiful-nature-gifs

media naranja (n.) one’s better half; a partner, a spouse, or a soulmate; lit. “half of an orange”

Everything about life certifiably sucked ass, at least in Connor Murphy’s opinion.

His family never understood him, his social standing at school was beyond pitiful, and his love life, laughable.

You’d think as someone who was about to be a senior would have more to say for himself rather than a nobody who didn’t have a single friend and spent most of his time in a bitter state of self-hatred to make up for his lack of control over himself.

Not mention almost everyone thought he was absolutely insane, and sure he’ll admit he as a bit of a temper.

And sure maybe he could try a little harder to be nicer to everyone around him.

But that’s not the point here.

No, No, as far as Connor Murphy was concerned he didn’t care about a single thing that was happening in his life. He was simply a passenger on a ride he couldn’t seem to get off of.

As far as his family was concerned though, he was just some misfit who spent majority of his time getting high in the back of the woods and spent far too much of his time alone.

“I’m sure if you tried, you’d make lots of friends, sweetie.” His mother said to him one morning at the breakfast table as she refilled her coffee mug.

Connor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “I’ll make friends when I make them, stop worrying about it.”

Zoe pushed her cereal around her bowl. “Nobody wants to be friends with someone who’s so pessimistic all the time.”

“Nobody asked you, smartass.” Connor said sharply, before pushing himself away from the table and getting up to leave.

“Where are you going?” His mom asked quickly as she side-scolded her daughter.

“Out.”

“Well when will you be home?”

“Don’t know, when I feel like it.” He answered, shoving on his coat.

“Connor!” His mother called, but it fell upon deaf ears as the front door slammed shut.

There were only a few places Connor took solace in, and it was usually on the outskirts of town where nobody else went to, more often then not they were secluded areas or abandoned lots where he was absolutely certain no one would be.

Today was no different, he was playing music loudly through his headphones as he walked the usual path to one of his favorite hideaways.

It was close to where he lived, but beyond the nice houses and lavish gardens was an scenic spot of land. What was once a small graveyard was turned into an open sitting area tucked away in a small grove of trees. The only evidence that it was there was a simple walking path that went along the back end.

The summer was coming to a close, the trees were stripped of their green hue and replaced with shades of crimson and gold. And sitting in the center of it all was a tall bronze water fountain with a statue of an angel purched at the top, one of it’s hands held outward as it reached for the sky.

Connor wasn’t a religious kind of person, but looking at it always gave him an odd sense of serenity and it helped him think. The quiet also did wonders to help with all the thoughts zooming around his head.

He made the usual turn, expecting to be greeted with the usual empty sitting area, with the only the rustling of the leaves to keep him company.

So imagine his surprise when instead, he sees you sitting at one of the wooden benches facing away from him, with what looked like a stack of books sitting beside you.

Connor pulled a face, wondering who the hell managed to find his secret hideaway. Maybe his sister found out where he went and decided to have one of her friends torment him.

He yanked his headphones out of his ears and shoved them in his coat pocket as he went around to the other side of the fountain, trying to get a better look at you. But your face was burried in the thick book you were reading so he couldn’t make out any of your features.

Deciding there was no other option, he stomped off the path, walking through the grass and making his way over to you.

He stopped a couple feet away, somewhat surprised the obnoxiously loud sound his boots made against the stone wasn’t enough to draw your attention.

“Hey!” Connor said, trying his hardest to look as pissed as possible, folding his arms tightly.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even move.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” He said louder, moving closer.

He was silent for a few seconds, debating if he should go as far as to snatch the book out of your hands and make you listen to him.

Just then, your eyes flickered up to his and then down again, but noticing someone before you, you raised your head, trying to decipher if you recognized him.

“Listen dumbass, what are you-” Connor cut himself off whenever he got a full look at you.

You were pretty.

Like really pretty.

Like ‘hot damn where have you been all my life’ pretty.

Connor just stared for a minute, honestly taken back a little. He even felt his face get warm.

You took out your headphones and turned to him. “I’m sorry were you saying something?”

Oh wow, your voice was nice too.

But nevermind that, remembering that he was supposed to be angry he scoffed. “Oh, so she does speak.”

You blinked languidly, wondering how you got in this situation. “I’m sorry?”

“Did my sister put you up to this?” Connor asked, slowly but surely getting more angry by the minute. “That’s what’s happening here, my darling little sister had you come up and invade my space just to piss me off, didn’t she.”

Now you were annoyed too. “Excuse me?” You asked, setting your book aside. “Invading your space, if i remember, you were the one who interrupted me.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Connor asked as he tried to keep his temper in check.

“I was sitting here reading by myself, I wasn’t interrupting anyone,” You said as you made a show of opening your book again. “Besides, even if I did have the misfortune of knowing your sister, I certainly wouldn’t take the time to bother someone as miserable as you.”

That was it.

Connor was practically spitting steam out of his ears.

“Yeah? Well I certainly shouldn’t be wasting my time talking to a bitch like you, but hear I am!” He was raising his voice now, the birds that had gathered around the fountain all flew away.

You were looking wide-eyed at him now, a bit surprised by the sudden increase in his volume.

“Huh, you suddenly have a lot less to say now, don’t you!”

“Why are you so angry?!” You yelled back as you stood from the bench, beginning to grow tired of his unwarranted attitude.

That was what snapped him out of it.

Connor’s face fell and he looked at you curiously. “What?” He asked, now becoming quiet.

“Why are you so angry! It’s not like I did anything to you. You don’t even know who I am and you’re going off on me!”

Why are you so angry?

It was a question Connor asked himself all the time, a question his sister once cried at him while he was in the midst of one of his fits of rage.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said, grasping onto the shoulder strap of his bag tightly with his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Now was your turn to be quiet, was this guy bipolar or something?

Still, there was something about the look on his face that made you forget about being angry.

“Well,” You started before shoving your hands into the pockets of your cardigan. “Thank you for apologizing.”

Connor’s hand went to the back of his neck, scratching his head as he flushed in embarrassment.

It was quiet, Connor almost forgot you were there for a moment until your voice brought back into the moment.

“What’s your name?”

Connor frowned. “Why do you wanna know?”

You quickly held your hands up. “Nothing, I just wanna introduce myself to you.”

“Fine, you can go first then.”

You gave him a look before shaking your head. “(Y/n). My name’s (Y/n).”

He nodded, taking note to remember that you weren’t one of Zoe’s freinds. “Um, well mine’s Connor Murphy.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Connor Murphy.” You said, now standing in front of him as you hold out your hand.

He looked at it for a moment, giving it a look.

“You shake it.”

“I know what a handshake is.” He said sternly before yanking your hand and shaking it.

You quickly took your hand back, laughing a little as you rubbed your wrist. “Then maybe next time you won’t have to pull so hard.”

Connor looked scandalized for a moment. “What d'you mean next time, are we meeting again?”

You noticed his expression and quickly reverted. “Well I mean if you don’t wanna meet me again, I can find somewhere else to read and-”

“No!” Connor said, much too loud and too urgently for his liking.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “I mean I don’t really care if you come back or not,” He said trying his hardest not to look at your face. “I’m just saying it might be nice to have someone who doesn’t totally annoy me hanging around.”

You nodded, deciding it was his special, long winded way of telling you you could hang around him here.

“Well okay then.” You told him, glad the tense atmosphere had disappeared.

“Do you come here often?” Connor asked before his brain stopped him. “Uh…no, i didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did,” He said, his eyes locking with yours as his mouth hung open while he tried to cover for himself. “You know what, nevermind.”

“Yes,” You answered, “I come here a couple times a week if I’m not busy.”

“Cool, cool,” Connor said as he kicked the ground, arms now limp. “So…I’ll see you around then?”

You nodded. “See you around, Connor Murphy.”

His mouth flickered up in the slightest hint of a smile before he turned around on his heel to walk away from you. When he reached the beginning of the tree grove he turned around, wanting to see if you were still there.

Then he realized he just awkwardly made eye-contact with you again before quickly turning around and zooming away to his house.

A/n: aaaAAAAA i did it, i wrote for DEH and i was internally crying the whole time. I actually really love Connor’s character so writing this was super fun, but I’m still new to the musical so i’m sorry for any character inconsistencies.

I’m halfway through a bootleg of the thing but from what I’ve seen Connor is the sort of character who’s real insecure and actually a decent person, but when he’s angry it just all goes out the window. (lots of prince adam vibes, eh?)

Part 2: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163078186407/media-naranja-ii

anonymous asked:

Ooo fanfic idea. It's the beginning of the relationship, Lena knows Kara is Supegirl. I can't word it right but something along the lines of Kara still wearing her glasses around Lena when they're alone together. And then as a bonus Lena wearing her glasses and Kara gets all giddy. Please and thank you

“Why are you wearing your glasses while your reading? Isn’t that bad for your eyes?” Lena can’t help but tease Kara, curious to see what her girlfriend’s excuse is going to be this time. She’s known about Kara’s secret identity since before they started dating; but Kara still hadn’t told her directly, so Lena was taking every opportunity to try and fluster her.

Kara eyes stop scanning the book in front of her and focus on the coffee table for a long moment before flickering across the couch to Lena.

“Why are you wearing your glasses while YOU read?” is the response she comes up with, and Lena hesitates only a moment before going in for the kill.

“Because these are my reading glasses and I’m only wearing them because I still have my contacts in.”

Kara’s eyes narrow, and Lena can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to think of a response.

“I think I look stupid without my glasses.” Kara finally blurts, and Lena has to hold back a laugh.

“I highly doubt that!”

“How would you know? Have you ever seen me without glasses?”

“I haven’t, which is why I think you should take them off.”

She expects that to stump her, but Kara only gets a wicked gleam in her eye before plucking the book from Lena’s hands.

“Instead of talking about what I look like without glasses, maybe we should talk about how hot you look in yours.”

Lena’s vision is forced upward as Kara straddles her lap, effectively replacing the book she had been reading. She wants continue her questioning, push for Kara to take off her glasses, but it’s embarrassingly hard to concentrate with her girlfriend in her arms.

“Do I, now?”  She can’t help the way her eyebrow raises, but she definitely enjoys the way Kara’s face darkens when it does.

“Oh, so hot, baby.”

And all things considered, what will it hurt if Kara keeps her secret for another day?

Time After Time

This is a prompt fill for the wonderful @falling-into-vacancies who wanted a Spideypool Soumark AU. Thank you btw for being so patient, I know it took me forever to write this and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (first time writing them be gentle)

Length: 7500(ish)

Rating: T

Authors Note: I used Wade’s boxes in this Yellow/White. Also the POV shifts between characters so I hope that isn’t too confusing. Read on AO3.

“This shit is Bananas,” Wade curses as he fiddles with the lock of the second-floor window he is currently trying to break into. Trouble is, his left hand was blasted off by some thug getting a little too kill happy with a shotgun. That had only happened less than thirty minutes ago, so right now his hand was about the size of a nine-month old’s and being less than helpful with stealthily breaking into the closest house he could find while he healed up.

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Things I’d Like to Do

It’s late and quiet. They’re cozy, sitting on the floor before a blazing fire, alone. The new Queen in the North empties her bronze cup of Dornish Red and glances at the man beside her.

“So,” she says after wiping her lips, “You’re free from the burden of kingship, you’re now a Targaryen prince, and you don’t march to the front for another three days. What do you do now, Jon?”

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@oh-dear-gracious

You really did not think this through. 

Everyone else has selected the paint color they want for leaving their hand prints up over the sliding glass door. But what completely slipped your mind is the fact that Grillby can’t dunk his hand in paint. Not only are you pretty certain that wouldn’t exactly feel nice for him, you’re also positive that fire and paint isn’t a good mix. 

Undyne, ignoring the step stool you’ve set up, jumps and slaps her hand on the wall, leaving a nice splattered print of green paint. Papyrus too doesn’t need the stool but he’s a little more delicate with the placement of his print. Likewise, Toriel, Frisk and Alphys do the same.  

Gaster frowns at the paint, clearly seeing the same problem. “Now, what do we do about his print?” 

Sans, dunking his hand in the blue paint far more than he needs to, narrows his brow in thought. “we could trace it with paint?” 

“And have it possibly drip on his hand?”

Grillby starts to speak but-

“Just have him burn his print!” Undyne rolls her eyes like it’s the obvious answer.

“No!” You very quickly shake your head. 

“Why not?!” 

“We literally just bought this house, I’m not gonna burn a hole in the wood.” 

“WE’RE ALREADY PUTTING EXTRA PAINT ON THE WALLS,” Papyrus points out. “A BURN MARK WOULDN’T RUIN IT RIGHT?”

“I’m not worried about that,” you sigh with exasperation. “I’m just worried that the paint will catch fire and spread and then before you know it-”

“Well, he um, he could leave maybe just a little scorch mark,” Alphys pipes up. “I’ve heard that he-he’s got perfect control.” 

“Excuse me-” Grillby tries to speak up.

“But the paint is still fresh and I don’t know if it’s flammable or not!” 

Gaster looks almost offended and it’s rather comical on his currently young face. “Are you doubting Grillby’s control?” 

“wow rude.”

“No, of course I’m not! Sorry Grillby, I love you, you’re the best, but still, it’s not-” 

Grillby’s flames let out a loud crackle, silencing everyone with shock over the volume of noise from him. You see a flicker of color on his face that means he’s smiling. He twirls a black marker between his fingers. “I’ll simply sign my name,” he says with good humor. “Will that work?” 

You stare dumbfounded at the obvious answer. “Y-yeah, that’ll do it.” 

That breaks the silence and everyone breaks into loud peals of laughter while Grillby steps up on the stool and signs his name next to the other handprints. You take your turn, as does Sans and then all that’s left is Gaster. 

He puts his hand in the dark violet paint and steps up to place his hand on the wall but-

He’s too short. Even straining, this new body of his is just barely too short to reach. 

You shove the fist of your paint free hand against your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. The others are trying to do the same, without much luck. Undyne actually hits the ground, eye bulging and hands over her mouth. It’s not doing much to hide her shrieks of barely restrained cackles. You can hear Sans’ steadily growing giggles next to you as he shakes. To his credit, he hasn’t said anything yet but his incredibly smug and delighted grin speaks for him.

Grillby approaches Gaster. After a moment of silently shaking, the quick flashes of colors through his flames betraying his own restrained laughing, he manages to ask, “Need a lift?”  

Gaster’s skull is flushed with vivid purple and he refuses to take his eyes off the spot he’s trying to reach. “Yes please,” he finally mumbles.

And that’s when everyone breaks. You can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed so hard.

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Fun fact! I originally was going to end the final chapter of INTL with the actual placing of the handprints on the wall and I had similar thoughts about fire and paint mixing and I was going to leave it at simply tracing his hand but signing his name…! I didn’t even think of that. 

Silent Treatment


Your body was enveloped in warm water, it trickling over your naked body. You had candles lit all around the bathroom, and you were trying to relax, to forget what had happened earlier. But it wasn’t easy.

You were starting to drift in and out of consciousness when you heard the door open and close downstairs. So much for relaxing. Your body stiffened as you heard him coming upstairs, calling your name through the house. You refused to answer, but still he found you, stumbling into the doorway of the bathroom, momentarily shocked by your naked figure.

“Y/N, there you are.” He says, coming towards you, but you keep your mouth shut. You’re still mad at him, and anything he does can’t get you to forget. He watches your gaze sift from him to the window quickly, obviously not interested in him.

“H…how was you day?” He says, trying to get you to talk but you don’t answer. He starts to shrug off his coat and walk closer to you.

“Come on, are you still mad about what I said?” Your eyes flicker to him for a second and then back onto the bubbles in the bath, slowly disappearing to reveal more of you to John.

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Call Me Thomas (Pt. 2)

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Requested: by some lovely anons, @secretschuylersister and @justpastvenus

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: Y/N has found a soulmate in Thomas Jefferson, but she is anything but satisfied 

Previously: {1}

Warnings: A few curse words

Word Count: 1,699

A/N: I really hope that you guys like part two! Let me know, and part three should be out shortly if everything goes according to plan.

“Y/N!” your dad’s voice trickled through the halls from his study. “Visitor!” You groaned, pushing your chair away from the desk and making your way towards the front door. You loved your father, he was a fantastic lawyer, but if there was one thing you despised about helping him was greeting his clients.

You could argue that it held an air of mystery, never knowing who was going to be on the other side, but that was your main problem with the whole situation. More than once you were greeted with an unhappy man, complaining about one thing or another that you would have honestly preferred to tell him to shove it somewhere that wouldn’t be considered the friendliest of sentiments. Not to mention that you were a woman, helping with ‘men’s work’, and while most people were impressed by your initiative, there were always a few who weren’t afraid to remind you of where they thought that you would be better suited spending your time.

It wasn’t your father’s fault that you were irritable, though. That honor belonged to your soulmate. The thought made you want to vomit. Thomas Jefferson was an ass, and even if you’d had your assumptions before, the Schuyler’s dinner party had only served to reinforce them.

He had been talking throughout the entire dinner- which when you put it that way, didn’t sound so bad. Until you quickly discovered his favorite topic of conversation, himself. You had barely made it through the first course and you felt as if you knew everything about him. Unfortunately, he seemed to hold a different opinion on the matter, not asking you a single question before your dessert was mercifully placed in front of you.

After everyone had finally finished, you wouldn’t have left the house faster if it had been burning down. You scarcely remembered to get your coat before making your way down the street to the privacy of your own home and slamming the door behind you. You didn’t know how long you had been standing with your back against the door, unable to find a way to describe what you were feeling.

Was it possible to be happy and in the middle of a fiery rage at the same moment? You supposed that one good thing was going to come of all this. At least the girls would stop trying to find you a suitable husband.

On the other hand, you detested the one person that was supposed to be your other half, always supportive and by your side until the day that you both left this earth. You were convinced that the universe hated you, and you could only say that your suspicions were confirmed when you threw open the door to find a smug Thomas Jefferson on the other side.

“Hello, Y/N would you mind if I came in? I have something-” you couldn’t hear the rest of his sentence through the door that you had slammed in his face. Your heart was pounding, your face was flushed and your god damned chest was glowing again. What did that mean? You had only ever heard of it happening the first meeting, never a second time.

Maybe God was taking mercy on you and you were about to explode. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that it would come quickly. “Y/N?” your father’s voice asked calmly from in front of you. “What are you doing? I heard someone knocking.”

You would have explained that you were waiting for the universe to swallow you whole, but your father’s hand was on the doorknob and before you could stop him, he was greeting Thomas Jefferson, shaking his hand and asking him to come in. The universe definitely hated you.

Your ears felt like they were full of cotton, you could barely hear the conversation taking place in front of you as your father and your enemy soulmate made their way to the parlor. The sight of him looking so comfortable in your home was something that made your stomach turn. You sat on the chair farthest from the loveseat that he had chosen, hands crossed over your stomach to hide the remnants of the glow. From what you could see, he wasn’t experiencing anything of the sort. It was worrying, and if the universe wasn’t at least going to blow you up, they could have mentioned what something like this meant.

“I have to say, I’m a bit shocked.” Your father said cheerily. “Y/N hadn’t mentioned you.” he threw a glance that looked casual to an outside, but you knew was a scolding for withholding something so monumental. If your soulmate- the word still felt funny- was someone that made you happy, you would have roused your father from the deepest sleep after arriving home from the party.

You had struggled to think of a way to tell him at breakfast, but there was no way that you could find the words to tell him that you met your soulmate, and oh, by the way dad, I detest him. That would have gone swimmingly.

“I’m sure that she was trying to find the right moment.” Mr. Jefferson said, somehow managing to sweep the whole issue under the rug and move the conversation along. Maybe he was going to be good for something. “Perhaps I would be able to have a moment alone with Y/N?” he asked.

Before, something like that would have been considered scandalous, but soulmates were expected to get married. At this point, you were as good as engaged. You only hoped that he would give you some time before the wedding. In most cases it wasn’t a problem, but the thought of sharing a bed with him, much less a wedding had your stomach turning again.

“Of course,” your father said, standing to shake Mr. Jefferson’s hand before promptly making his way out of the room, the door shutting behind him with a newfound solidarity.

“Y/N, I know that your feelings for me are less than amiable-” you held up your hand, effectively silencing him. at this point, you didn’t know what your feelings were. In a word, conflicted, not that that provided much of an insight into your heart. You wanted to be in love with him, instantly, like every story you had ever heard as a little girl said that you would be. But the woman inside of you knew that was a foolish way to address this situation. Then again, if he was willing to try, then maybe you should too.

“Mr. Jefferson-”

“I told you to call me Thomas.”

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself a deep breath. “Thomas,” when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the brightest smile you had ever encountered, and that warm feeling in your stomach was back and a breath hitched in your throat. You frantically glanced down, thanking the universe that it was blissfully normal. You tried again. “Thomas, I know that we don’t necessarily agree on everything.” His smile fell, but just a bit. You could still see the light behind his eyes, but it had flickered, you were sure of it. “But I know that we are going to have to work through this if we are going to be happy.”

“You sound so… dismayed.” Not only was he struggling to find a way to describe your mood, but it almost seemed like he was struggling with the idea that you were unhappy. Though to be fair, so were you. “I don’t want you to think that I am going to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. I- I want you to be happy.” You felt his hand take yours, his thumb strangely comforting on the backs of your knuckles. “Name something, and it’s yours.”

You slowly took your hand back and tried to calm down your heart. You weren’t sure if it was beating because you were angry or because of something else. “Thomas, I don’t know about all of this. I don’t want to be fighting all of the time, because we obviously disagree about so much.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but I don’t want to do anything that would upset you. if you could just tell me-”

“But that’s the thing, Thomas,” you sighed, standing up and walking over to the window, if only to give you a few moments to collect your thoughts. “You shouldn’t have to change yourself to make this work.” You said, gesturing between the two of you. “That’s not how soulmates are supposed to be.”

“Y/N, I-” you couldn’t think straight. You had to get out of there.

“Right now, I think that I need to be alone. Thank you for visiting.” You said quickly, offered him a small curtsy before flinging the doors open and making your way up the stairs and into your room.

You heard the sounds of your father showing Thomas out, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to stand by the window and watch him leave.

This was all such a disaster. You had known that you were going to find your soulmate eventually, but it was supposed to be an instant connection, with someone that you could share the first thought that popped into your head every morning and every single one of your deepest secrets.

But now, you were supposed to be in love with a selfish prick who put himself before everyone else, including his country, or so you had heard. Your head was so filled with thoughts of a smug, rich bastard that you hadn’t stopped to acknowledge what actual evidence you had collected yourself. Not that you had much to go on. A few fleeting looks and the way that your hand still tingled a little from his touch. Was this supposed to mean something.

God you needed a nap. You had just flopped onto your bed when you heard a knock at the door. You sat up, withholding a groan. “Thomas, I told you that I just want-”

The door swung open to reveal Peggy on the other side with her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised. “So, it’s Thomas now is it?”

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I’ll post Man Of Honor Part 3, but please know its taking A LOT for me to do so. Im really unsure about this one, and yes I did the editing but I don’t think I’ll continue. Just wanted to post, and I’m sorry There isnt any tags - once I deleted it I lost the tags. So here it is, posting just because people asked me to. thats how much I love you. lol.

Notes: Fluffy, Sexual Tension, Some smut.

Im sorry if it may still be confusing or the smut isnt good i tried lol.

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Audrey Jensen x Reader - Idiot

Pairings: Audrey Jensen x Reader 
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1239
Request: “Hi!! I was wondering if you could do an Audrey (from scream) imagine where the reader has kind of been ignoring Aud because she really likes her but is trying to deny her feelings and then they have a massive fight but Audrey goes to the readers house and they make up and cuddle and stuff and it’s all really fluffy please? Xx” – anon

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“Nah, I think I’ll just stay at home for tonight, I don’t really feel like going out partying.”

“(Y/N), you can’t keep skipping events to avoid Audrey just because you have a massive crush on her.”

“I’m not and- and I don’t!” I answered, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

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Movie Night

“Come on, guys. Across the Universe is so good,” Betty pleaded. It was movie night for the gang, and the theme was musicals

“No offense, B, but it’s kinda boring,” Veronica countered. “I mean, it’s about the Vietnam War.”

“But it’s so much more than that! It’s about the impact the war had on America, especially those who served. And it’s about life in the sixties, and living as an immigrant, and finding love. Also, it’s the Beatles,” Betty finished triumphantly. Not many people knew how much Betty Cooper loved classic rock.

“I’m with Veronica on this one,” Archie chimed in. “The last movie about the Vietnam War I saw was Forrest Gump and it was really sad.”

“I’d love to watch Across the Universe,” Jughead said unexpectedly. This earned him a pointed look from Kevin that made him blush a little. Kevin was the only person who knew about Jughead’s crush on Betty, and he was determined to keep it that way. 

“What? I love the Beatles and I’ve never seen it before. And we all know the sixties is Betty’s favorite time period.”

“Looks like we have a tie,” Veronica stated. “Kev, it’s up to you. Mama Mia or Across the Universe?”

“Sorry, Betty, but you know I can’t resist a good Meryl Streep flick.” Kevin shot Betty an apologetic look before eagerly turning to the screen.

“Don’t worry about it Kevin. I’ve already seen it like eighty times.”

Betty glanced at Jughead, who looked surprisingly crestfallen.

“Why so glum?” she whispered.

“I’ve actually been meaning to watch that movie for ages. I know it’s one of your favorites and I love the Beatles,” Jughead lied, not wanting to give away his feelings for the blonde. In reality, he was upset that the group had dismissed Betty’s passion so easily. It upset him that Betty was always looking out for others, but nobody seemed to have her back. Jughead swore he would always do his best to be there for Betty when she needed somebody.

“Do you want to come over tomorrow and watch it?” Their whispers became quieter as their heads drifted closer together.

“Seriously? Hell yeah! Just text me what time and I’ll come with popcorn.”

“Hey lovebirds,” Veronica whispered from Betty’s other side. “Shut up and watch the movie.”

Too embarrassed to reply, they turned toward the screen and didn’t risk looking at each other until Betty had fallen asleep on Jughead’s shoulder halfway through.

Making sure nobody else would notice, he leaned back on her, rubbing soft circles on her pajama-clad leg with his thumb. Before he knew it, Jughead had drifted off too. 

“Wake up sleepyheads!” Betty and Jughead both jolted awake at the sound of Kevin’s voice right behind their heads. 

“As adorable as you two are, I need to kick you all out of my house.”

Blushing furiously, Betty and Jughead scrambled off the couch and made to leave.

“Wait a second, Betts,” Kevin stopped her before she could leave. “I need to ask you about something.”

Inwardly groaning, she complied. Pulling her into the kitchen, Kevin checked to see that the coast was clear.

“Okay what the hell was that?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Betty decided the best tactic would be to play dumb.

“Don’t play dumb. I’m talking about you and Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome getting cozy on my living room couch!”

“Kevin you’re reading into things that aren’t there. I fell asleep and so did he. Honestly Mama Mia was a really boring movie.”

“Okay first of all, nobody disrespects Meryl Streep in this house. Second, I call bullshit! He’s been staring at you all moon-eyed for years!”

“You’re imagining things,” Betty brushed him off, turning to leave.

“If I’m imagining things, then why is he still waiting in my driveway, presumably to walk you home?”

“Because he’s a good friend? Everybody knows I’m afraid of the dark, Kev.”

“And why was he so adamant that we watch your movie tonight?”

“Because it’s a good movie! And we both love classic rock.” Betty was getting impatient. “Listen, Kevin. You can theorize all you want, but he doesn’t like me back.”
Betty slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing she just revealed her secret.

“Oh, don’t worry Betty. I’ve known for ages. You’re not exactly subtle. Even Archie picked up on it, and we all know how oblivious he is.”

“I have to go. I can’t miss curfew or my mom will kill me.” At that, Betty rushed out the door, almost running into Jughead.
“Hey, Jug,” she tried to act nonchalant. “What are you still doing here?”

“I just thought I’d walk you home. I know you don’t like the dark.”

“Thanks, Juggie.” Betty kissed his cheek lightly, deciding to test out Kevin’s theory. She smiled softly to herself when he brought his hand up to the spot where she kissed him, feeling a flicker of hope in her chest.

“So what time do you want to watch the movie tomorrow?”

“Come over around one? We can make cookies.”

“Sounds great!” They had reached the sidewalk in front of Betty’s house. “I’ll see you then.” He gave her a small wave as he made the short walk over to the Andrews’ residence

“Oh my god, Jug. You’re completely useless.” The pair was in the kitchen, attempting to make chocolate chip cookies. 

“But the dough tastes so much better than the cookie,” he whined, making puppy dog eyes at her.

“Pout all you want, you’re not getting any more cookie dough.” Betty tried to be stern, but couldn’t help giggling. “You can put the popcorn in the microwave. I’m almost done with the cookies.”

With the cookies in the oven and the popcorn freshly popped, Betty and Jughead settled on the couch in the living room. While Betty pulled up Across the Universe on Netflix, Jughead went to town on the popcorn.

“Leave some for me, you animal,” she chuckled. His appetite never failed to astound her. He ate more than the rest of their group combined, yet never gained a pound. 

About ten minutes into the movie, the timer went off for the cookies. Betty paused the TV to pull them out of the oven and place them on a cooling rack. She was so busy with the cookies that she didn’t notice Jughead sneak up behind her. 

Betty finally noticed his presence when she saw a hand inching toward the quickly cooling cookies. She moved to slap his hand away, but he was too quick.

“Oh my god, Betts, these are the best cookies I’ve ever eaten,” he sighed dramatically, crumbs spraying comically from his mouth. 

“Just wait till December. That’s when I make snickerdoodles. Now let’s get back to the movie.”

Once they were back on the couch, Betty couldn’t help but notice that they were sitting considerably closer together than before. This observation caused a couple butterflies to squirm in her stomach. 
Feeling bold, she leaned her head onto his shoulder. She was rewarded with a strong arm wrapping firmly around her shoulder. 
As the movie continued, Betty sang along with her favorite songs, and even got Jughead to join in. Every so often, Jughead would drop a feather light kiss to the top of her head, making the butterflies in Betty’s abdomen dance with joy. Somewhere near the middle, she moved so her head was lying in his lap, and he ran his fingers instinctively through her hair. 

When the movie was finally over, Betty sat up to ask him if he liked it. Before she could open her mouth to speak, his lips were on hers. The kiss was gentle and soft, merely testing the waters. Jughead pulled away far too soon for Betty’s liking, 

“I’m sorry,” he started, refusing to meet her eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages, but I don’t know what came over me just now.”

Betty said nothing. Instead, she pulled his face back to hers for another kiss. This one was deeper and much more meaningful. When they resurfaced for air, they rested their foreheads together and smiled. 

“So what did you think?” Betty whispered breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“Of the movie,”

“Oh, it was pretty good, but I had a hard time paying attention,” Jughead admitted sheepishly.

“Was I too distracting, Juggie?” Betty’s voice was playful and as she toyed with the hairs peeking out of the bottom of his hat. Jughead moaned softly at the sensation and leaned in for another kiss.

“Well it’s not every day that I have Betty Cooper in my lap,” he countered cheekily.

“Say what you will, but you’re a charmer, Jughead. You always have been.”

“Only for you, Betty. Only for you.”