Summary: The boys unintentionally hurt the reader’s feelings after making some careless jokes.
Pairing(s): MET x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, a lil bit of angst but ultimately a happy ending (spoilers).
“What would grandma find disturbing, yet oddly charming?” Mark asked the three of you, waggling his eyebrows in a comical manner.
You scanned your cards before sliding your best into the centre along with Ethan’s and Tyler’s. Kathryn was watching from the sidelines, desperate to get some extra work done, whilst Amy was in bed ill. That just left you and the troublesome trio to record the entire live stream; not that you were complaining, they were your best friends after all.
“Okay,” Mark announced, picking up the cards in front of him. “A big, black dick. Geese. Or…” He trailed off and you suppressed a smirk as you watched his face scrunch into a grin at your card. “Mark’s unquenchable thirst for Jacksepticeye’s delicious asshole.”
The boys roared with laughter and, in turn, you laughed at their reactions. Mark had one hand clutched to his chest as he tried to control his giggles, whilst Ethan was slamming his fists on the table. Even Tyler had one of those rare, toothy smiles on his face as he chuckled alongside them.
“That’s obviously the winner.” Mark managed to get out after his laughing fit, holding up the card for someone to take it.
“Thank you, although it was Mark-luverrr-number-one-xxx that wrote that card.” You declared, plucking the black card from his fingers and adding it to your growing pile of winnings.
“Your turn to pick one, Y/N.” Tyler told you, pushing the cards across to you.
You chose another fan written one and groaned. “What does Y/N do to stay in shape?”
“Y/N? In shape? Please, I saw them get a stitch from running down the stairs too fast.” Ethan laughed and you playfully hit him on the shoulder.
“Just gimme a card so I can judge it.” You nagged him and he stuck his tongue out in retaliation, finally handing you a white card. Tyler and Mark played theirs and you spread them out in front of you. “Ethan’s dying YouTube career. Vigorous jazz hands. Or projectile vomiting.” You studied the cards before picking the ‘Vigorous jazz hands’ card and handing it back to Ethan.
“Yay, I won!” He hollered. “Although I didn’t appreciate the dig at my channel.”
“Ethan, you have three hundred thousand subscribers. That’s great, man.” Mark reassured him, placing a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “And only about ninety percent of them came from me, be proud.”
“Ethan’s right,” Tyler cut in. “He got a few from Jack too.”
“At least I have a real channel, Tyler.” Ethan shot back. “Go on, what else were you gonna mock me for? My acne? The fact that I’m copying every major YouTuber ever? That I moved from Maine to work here?”
The other two boys sat in silence, trying to think of something else to say.
“It could be worse,” Mark said after a while. “You could be Y/N. How many subs have you got, Y/N?”
“Forty thousand.” You grumbled. YouTube was always a sensitive topic between you three, the amount of subs you had compared to your best friends was slightly insulting and you kept finding yourself wondering why your channel was so much more insignificant.
“Now, aren’t you grateful that Mama Mark got you so many subscribers?” Mark asked Ethan.
“I’m clearly not the one who needs help.” Ethan remarked, nodding towards you.
“You’re right!” Mark cried, facing the camera that had been rolling the entire time. “Whoever is watching this, go subscribe to Y/N, they’re not that bad at making videos. Well, they are, but their ideas are original. Expect the gaming, the commentary and the overall theme of it. But yeah, check it out.”
“Gee, thanks Mark.” You mutter sarcastically, trying and failing not to take it personally.
“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” He admitted. “I didn’t mean to insult your channel.”
“Right, he was just wondering why he’s friends with you when you don’t get him extra views.” Tyler joked.
“Exactly. Why do you think Ethan hangs out with me?” Mark agreed, nudging the blue-haired boy playfully.
“Go ahead, you’ve made so many jokes about my career and acne that I’m immune to it.” He challenged.
“Crap, he’s right.” Mark said. “But if we really want to make jokes about physical appearance then we can just rip on Y/N again. Their whole face is one big joke.”
Shock consumed you as you struggled to blink back the tears that were fighting to escape. You couldn’t believe that one of your closest friends had gone there, especially after you had confided in him about your insecurities.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? The weight of reality finally setting in?” Tyler asked, commenting on your silence.
“Dude, not even the weight of reality can compare to Y/N’s weight.” Ethan laughed.
That did it.
“Excuse me,” you whispered, standing up and practically running out of the room. You covered your face with one hand so that neither the camera nor the boys saw the tears flowing down your cheeks.
Locking yourself in the bathroom, you let out a loud sob that triggered several more until your throat hurt and your eyes stung. You glared at yourself in the mirror, scrutinising every part of yourself that you hated. Finally, you wiped away any traces of tears and took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. However, you got the wind knocked out of you when you immediately walked into something solid on the other side of the door. Looking up, you realised you had crashed straight into Tyler’s chest as he and the other two stood waiting for you with concerned looks on their faces.
“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Ethan asked softly.
“We wanted to check on you but decided to wait until you were finished in there to apologise.” Tyler added.
You glared at them, hurt sketched across your features. Mark stepped forwards slowly and wrapped his arms around you cautiously, as if you could shatter like glass at any second.
“I’m really sorry about what I said,” he apologised. “We all are. We realise we shouldn’t have made fun of you, even if it was just a joke. It was tactless and we want to make it up to you.”
“You know, I normally wouldn’t care if you make jokes about me,” you admitted. “But what you said is true. I’m constantly afraid that you’re going to cut me out because I’m not as successful as you. And what you said about my looks, well, that just hurt.”
“Are you kidding? Y/N you’re our friend, we couldn’t care less about how many subscribers you have.” Mark reassured you. “And as for your looks, you’re the only one that sees anything besides the smoking hot piece of ass you really are.” He paused before grimacing at what he had just said. “I kinda regret saying that, but you see my point.”
“Thanks, guys,” you mumbled, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m sorry I left in the middle of the live stream.”
“Don’t worry about it, you are our main priority. We turned the microphone off as soon as you walked out. Right now it’s just showing Chica sleeping in her bed, the viewers love it.” Tyler told you with a grin.
“So do you want to continue with the stream or should we wrap it up?” Ethan queried.
“No, let’s carry on. I’ll be fine.” You told them, walking back to the table and scratching Chica behind the ears as she woke up from the commotion.
Mark switched the mic back on and apologised for the brief intermission before explaining that you were okay and everything had been resolved.
“And I just want to say in all seriousness that you should check out their channel. I have never known anyone more dedicated to their work, or as passionate about the community as Y/N. We’re all extremely grateful to have them in our lives.” He concluded.
You beamed at him, silently thanking him, before announcing that you should get back to the games.
A few hours later, you had quite possibly destroyed your friendship with the boys in Monopoly as you counted their money and stacked it into neat little piles.
“This is ridiculous, Y/N has all the good spots.” Ethan whined after landing on your square again.
“What can I say? Taking money from men is my speciality.” You say with a smile.
“That makes you sound like a hooker.” Mark laughed.
“Nah, hookers can get laid.” Tyler joked with a wink, resulting in a rude response from you as you struggled to hide the smile that had formed on your face.
“And there goes the last of my cash.” Ethan grumbled.
“Dolla dolla bills, y'all.” You cheer, making it rain with their money. “I win, bitches.”
“Congratulations,” Mark drawled. His phone buzzed and he read the notification on the screen. “It’s Amy, she says to check your YouTube account.”
You frown before pulling it up on your own mobile. Everything looked normal except… wait.
“Holy shit!” You cried, clapping a hand over your mouth in shock.
“What is it?” Tyler feigned ignorance, but the smirk on his face suggested he already knew what was going on.
“Four hundred THOUSAND subscribers! I have four hundred thousand subscribers!” You screamed, grabbing the boys and pulling them into a group hug.
“You have more than me? Ouch, that hurts.” Ethan joked, holding a hand to his heart.
“Shut up, Ethan.” Mark scolded, turning back to you. “You deserve every single one of those subs and more. I just wish it didn’t take all this for people to figure that out. Including us.”
You beamed at him, tears springing to your eyes again, only this time you were crying for a different reason. “Thank you, I love you three idiots so much.” You told them. “But just so you know, once I’m Internet famous, I’ll have no use for you.”
Summary: This was new, it was unexpected, but welcome. Soft touches, sweet caresses, warmth all around. It wasn’t perfect, and sometimes there were tears and harsh words, but like gasoline and fire, wind and waves, they came back to each other. So what, it wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.
Softly running his fingers through soft locks, Shiro gave a soft hum. He loved the feel and texture of Lance’s hair, the soft silky strands, the hum of delight Lance made when he carded his fingers through the brown locks. The first time Shiro had touched Lance’s hair, they hadn’t even been in a relationship-and it was completely spontaneous. Lance had jumped a bit in surprise, but didn’t pull away or shout at Shiro, letting the older teen play with his hair.
“Shiro?” Lance asked, wide blue eyes locking with Shiro’s silver gaze. With a blush of embarrassment, Shiro moved to pull back, an apology on the tip of his tongue-but Lance caught his wrist and pulled Shiro’s hand back to his hair. “You don’t have to stop, I was just confused.” Lance had said, an easy smile brightening up his face.
“Y-You sure? I didn’t ask and-” Shiro had been cut off by Lance laughing, reaching up to card his own fingers through Shiro’s hair carefully. Bright grin, soft blue eyes, and a silly “Now we’re even then.” and Shiro knew his was gone.
They never tell you that falling in love-literally felt like falling, the rush of excitement and fear, the odd rolling of the stomach, the utter feeling of elated bliss. It was a leap Shiro would willingly take again.
Shiro had not acted on his feelings after realizing them, not at first he didn’t. Tugging Lance to his chest, Shiro rested his chin on the younger teen’s shoulder, smiling softly at the small smile on his face as Lance carefully read through reports. It took a while, but Lance had managed to learn Altean. He found a way to make learning it easier, a type of game or something, and often had Pidge join him. The two would speak Altean around the castle, bursting into laughter at some points, sometimes Coran or Allura would hear it and laugh.
Shiro found it endearing seeing them bond, even if he was a little put off that he couldn’t tell what they were saying….He hoped it wasn’t curse words. Lance didn’t curse, but Pidge… Pidge he couldn’t be sure.
There were times… Times Shiro regretted some choices he made, times where he wished he hadn’t been stubborn. Pulling Lance closer, holding him a little tighter, Shiro drew comfort from the warmth of Lance, relaxing at the steady beat of his heart, the soft but strong breaths.
They’ve fought, of course they had, every couple has, but they always made up. Lance laughed, and Shiro tilted his head a bit to look at him.
“What are you laughing for?”
“Nothing.” Lance said, and Shiro frowned a bit, before shifting his hands to slide down and wrap around Lance’s sides.
“Nothing?” Lance tensed, and right as a protest started falling from his lips, Shiro dug his fingers into Lance’s sides, causing him to burst out into laughter. “I don’t think it’s nothing.” Shiro said, laughter highlighting his voice. Letting Lance catch his breath, Shiro’s eyes softened.
“Hah ha, don’t-don’t do that-” Despite the attempt to sound annoyed, Lance was smiling, bright blue eyes full of love and adoration.
Sometimes Shiro wondered if his eyes reflected the same, if his love and devotion could be seen as well as Lance’s eyes shown his own. Giving Lance a quick kiss to the cheek, Shiro hummed a bit before Lance suddenly responded.
“This war, the fighting, it’s not easy. It never is, but I’m happy.” Lance said, looking down at where he and Shiro had intertwined their hands in front of him. A soft smile played on his lips, the blue eyes Shiro loved to get lost in trained on their fingers.
“I’m protecting home, we all are. Saving lives, freeing people, it’s nice to know we’re making a difference. It’s… Sometimes it’s overwhelming, but I’m really happy. I have you, I have Allura, Coran, I have Pidge, I have Hunk and Keith.” Lance murmured, and Shiro closed his eyes, resting his head on Lance’s shoulder again. “I’m happy here, with everyone. I miss my family… But I also have this one.”
Shiro kept quiet, holding Lance tight. They had moments where everything seemed to weigh them down, but, they were in this together, they all were. They bore the weight together, and they held each other up.
“It’s nice.” Shiro opened his eyes, he and Lance looking over to where Hunk and Keith were sprawled on another couch, Hunk was sleeping, Keith cuddled up to him, violet eyes trained on him and Lance.
“Yeah.” Shiro mumbled, affection lacing his voice. Lance’s smile grew, and though it was all new to him, to them, it was welcome. The soft touches, warmth, love, everything that he hadn’t gotten to experience like this, it was comforting.
Keith smiled a bit, enveloped in the warmth of Hunk, soft and firm. He wasn’t used to this, to the affection and security he was surrounded by. It was frightening at first, the feeling he had when he fell for Hunk frightened him. It was hard to ignore, not when the bright smiles and silly puns caught his attention, not when the way Hunk had accepted him had him falling more.
People left, they always did, but right now… Right now, he was safe, and he was ok. Watching Shiro and Lance, it was so obvious they were in love, and he hoped that maybe he and Hunk were so obviously in love too.
It wasn’t immediate, and the slow building romance was hardly noticeable, but when he realized it, he was afraid. There was nothing to fear, especially when Lance had been so adamant that Keith confess- he wasn’t going to lie, knowing Lance supported them had helped a lot- and giving in and confessing, he was not expecting Hunk to look like someone handed him the world.
“Just do it Keith, you won’t feel any better until you know for sure.” Lance wasn’t one to sugar coat things, despite he could be vague. Dutifully playing with his blade, Keith pretended he wasn’t close to giving in and confessing. He was worried about possibly ruining this friendship he had-of course, Hunk would never distance himself- and by the way Lance flopped down against his back, Keith was not convincing enough.
“Lance, I can’t not-”
“You can, and you should. I’m not going to force you, but you won’t know unless you try. What if he likes you back? What if you two are both just worried about the other’s reaction?” Lance was right, and Keith groaned, falling back and Lance chuckled. They bickered, they fought, but they were teammates, friends, brothers in arms. Nothing was perfect, but at the same time, that was perfect enough for them.
“If I get rejected, you know you’ll be stuck sparring with me until I get over it.” Keith grumbled and Lance laughed, obviously not in the least worried.
“I will end up sparring with you anyways.” Keith was quiet for a moment, before smiling.
Obviously, everything had gone well, Hunk’s eyes brightened up and he had such a big smile, Keith was truly blinded momentarily. Unlike Lance and Shiro, Keith and Hunk slowly eased into their relationship. Of course, they also didn’t act like they were dating before actually dating.
It was amusing to see how many times Shiro and Lance would get flustered when people thought they were dating, or at least in some form of relationship, and Keith had definitely called it before anyone else.
He was close with Shiro, he knew well enough before Shiro realized his own feelings. Closing his eyes, Keith let himself relax, and even doze. It was a moment of peace, a short amount of time to cuddle, relax, and let themselves rest.
Hunk and Keith had immediately followed Shiro and Lance to the common room- none of them actually know how to refer to it, Lance and Pidge like calling it the Lion den, but honestly, no one cares what it’s called, they just hang out there…. Ok, so Keith might refer to it as the family room, but no one seems bothered by it when it slips out- and the two couples immediately cuddled up for down time.
This was all new, their relationships and the sudden realization and calm familiarity. He was never this close to anyone, and despite he still was figuring it out, they all were, it was nice.
So what if they had their rough patches, or that their peaceful moments were short and far between, they were happy with what they had, and Lance was right.
They were family now, they were all in this together, and they were not going anywhere.
This was happiness.
This took a while to write, I wanted to focus on it first, but I have absolutely no self control and had so many ideas and now a to of wips but here it is! Heith and Shance bc there is never enough.
Author Note: If you actually like this idea it was because of @ninanevip Bless her. This was supposed to be just a mood board(which you can see is here) ,but it manifested into this lovely idea that I have. Please leave feedback because it helps me as a writer. Thank you for everyone who read the teaser and waited patiently till I wrote it. Of Course the teaser is somewhat different from the actual story. Also Jungkook being a vampire isn’t mentioned here but in the next chapters.
Summary: He was scared…he was scared of losing you over one stupid kiss
Word Count: 2958
The sunlight along the horizon was wearing thin marking the beginning of dusk. It wasn’t that late into the night, but you had insisted for the boys to go home and get some needed rest. They did have promotions starting tomorrow, and you didn’t want them to be all tired out staying late at your house warming party.
“Wah, noona. Thanks for having us.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks.
You pat his back as he and the other boys stand at your door ready to leave, “It’s no problem, Joon. You guys are welcome over any time now that I got a bigger place.”
“I mean, I guess Jin-hyung is free to come over whenever he likes am I right?” Hoseok joked, poking Jin teasingly, “Hmm, I wonder if we should leave without Jin-hyung. Let the two love birds break in the apartment, what do ya think?”
Jin and you stand there, awkward with heat rushing to both your faces. Jungkook could sense the discomfort Hoseok’s joke was causing you,
“C’mon, hyung. Quit joking around.”
Hoseok looked at Jungkook with his trademark ‘nope’ face, “What? I was just kidding.”
“Anyways, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. Plus we got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” Yoongi butt in. Namjoon agreed with him and began to shoo the other members out of the house. Jin was the last to file out of your newly bought apartment, but before he could step out the door you pull his arm,
“Wait, Jinnie. I think you forgot something.” Jin was wide-eyed with confusion. He looked around and in his bag, but he was still confused,
“I think I have everything, jagi-ah.”
“Oh really?” You smile and stand on your toes leaning so that your lips could collide with his. However, Jin, in a small panic, takes a step back just as you were about to kiss him. You blinked rapidly, obviously consumed with disappointed at his reluctance to give you a goodbye kiss.
Okay this really did take forever for me to get to but it’s great and I’m super hype so here it is
Word Count- 925
A/N- I ended up writing this on the day of the new Yasuhati gaming video so I kinda started from there cause why not I mean
Dan stifled giggles as Phil eked out yet another off-key screech that was supposed to be part of Welcome to the Black Parade. Dan knew the song by his empty heart, but Phil wasn’t quite as in touch with his inner emo. Dan rolled his eyes as the little eighth note Phil was controlling plummeted off the ledge. “This is the worst experience of my life.” He flashed some signature heart eyes at Phil, knowing their fans would love it. However, that wasn’t why he did it. It had just become his reaction whenever Phil did something stupid. Dan thought of the heart eyes as an expression of friendship. That was all.
“Sing Toxic.” Dan knew it was coming, and he knew he and Phil were going to sing it as a duet, but that didn’t make him any more prepared. He still had to hold back laughter as Phil butchered the moan at the beginning, but after that they sounded surprisingly good. Phil added in a couple of the high parts slightly before their eighth note fell off, and the two blended. When they fell, Dan smiled remembering all the times they had sang the “phandom anthem”. He felt a familiar, yet long gone feeling creep into his stomach, and it was soon followed by dread. The warm, caring feeling that was love had overcome Dan, and he struggled to fight it. However, he had little choice. He couldn’t fall in love with Phil. Not again.
Not again. The feeling crept into Phil’s stomach yet another time. He tried to ignore it, but every time Dan smiled, Phil fell in love all over again. Dan thought he was over him, but Phil never stopped loving him. However, Phil knew Dan was over him, and didn’t want to ruin their friendship. It had been seven years since they broke up. Phil was in awe of the huge amount of time that had passed. Collectively, it went by so fast. Each moment now, however, had been droning on for what seemed like hours to Phil. He missed Dan so damn much. But Phil knew he could never get Dan back. Dan didn’t love him.
Not again. Dan’s stomach was infested with the love now. He and Phil were sat on the plane to Singapore when it crept in for the tenth time of the day. Dan had been counting. He didn’t know how long he could last without telling Phil. He couldn’t tell him. But then again, he couldn’t not.
Dan was falling asleep. Phil wasn’t that tired, but he knew Dan had probably been up the night before on Tumblr into the early hours of the morning. Their sleep schedule was telling them to sleep. However, they were stuck on a plane. Dan uncomfortably shifted and rested his head on Phil’s shoulder. Phil ran his fingers through Dan’s curls. Phil loved Dan’s curls.
“Phil?” At the sound of his name, Phil immediately looked over at the younger boy on his shoulder. He was still sound asleep, although Phil could have heard he heard Dan say his name. “Phiiiiiiiiiilll?” He cried out for Phil again, this time with a cheeky smile on his face. This time, Phil noticed that Dan really was talking to him in his sleep.
Was Dan dreaming about Phil? If so, what was he dreaming? The feeling was creeping into Phil’s stomach again. “Oh, Phil…” Was that a moan? That sounded like a moan. Dan puckered his lips and softly moaned again. That was enough to convince Phil. The feeling filled up his stomach as his hopes soared. Could Dan love him again? He entwined his fingers with the sleeping Dan’s, and smiled as he descended into a peaceful and happy sleep himself.
Dan woke up to a sleeping Phil, and the first thing he noticed was the fact that their hands were linked. Dan gasped, releasing Phil’s hand, as the feeling crept in again. Did Phil take his hand? Was Phil still in love with him? Dan pushed the thought out of his mind and agreed with himself to never mention what just happened to Phil. Dan could only hope he wasn’t sleep-talking during that one dream he’d had…
Phil had to tell him. He needed to tell Dan he knew about the dream, and he needed to let his feelings out. They were on vacation. It would be the perfect time. Phil couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to try again.
“Dan?” Not again. The feeling was back. In fact, it had never gone. But when Phil spoke in that soft, domestic voice he had reserved just for Dan, it intensified. Dan turned to look at his best friend’s figure. He could barely see Phil’s face, as they were in the dim blue lighting of the aquarium. “I heard you talking in your sleep on the plane…”
Dan’s heart started racing. Phil heard him calling out for him. Dan was convinced that he knew he loved him and would leave him forever. A silent tear streaked down his cheek, invisible to Phil in the dark lighting. “Oh, Phil… Umm… I…”
“Do you still love me?”
The question was in the air for seconds before Dan began to stutter. “I… I really… Uh… Phil, I l-” Dan was cut off by Phil pressing his lips to Dan’s. The younger boy kissed back, finally satisfied with the feeling. Although both boys knew what the feeling really was, until this point, they had associated it with anxiety and loneliness. But now, it was finally love again.
Beast Boy wanted to retaliate, to
have one more word before his fate was sealed, but Raven had made it vividly clear
that she was no longer interested in talking. She threw his pillow at his face,
followed shortly by a makeshift blanket.
“Out,” she repeated herself, this time with more fervor, pointing an
index finger at the door behind him. Just in case he’d thought she wasn’t being
He hadn’t expected the impact,
and the soft fabric hit him square in the nose before flopping into his open
It was true; he was still annoyed
and maybe a bit angry with her, but the thought of sleeping apart from her for
the night terrified him.
He wanted to apologize. He wanted
to swallow his pride, take back everything he’d said, and make things right with them again.
Anything so that he didn’t have
to spend the night wondering if he’d sullied such a good thing that they had
going. Knowing and lingering on the fact that he’d hurt her so deep, she
couldn’t even stand the sight of him anymore, was tearing him to pieces on the
Determined to get his best friend to join him and the boys on a night out.
It was long overdue, really.
Over the past four years of friendship, he had yet to get her to go out on the town with them, although he knew she went out with some of her girl friends occasionally.
The boys respected Y/N’s decision though, because they knew she was busy with school. She had a scholarship to maintain, and a job as well to help support her living, between work and studying, there just wasn’t much time to go out, so the rare occasion she had time to do so, it was with her girls.
The boys had groaned and moaned about how Y/N liked her girl friends better than them, but she was quick to remind them that all her other free time was spent with them. And even when she was studying she was around them.
So the boys were quick to shut up, knowing that there wasn’t much else they could say, because she was right, they did get her a lot of the time.
But Joe was still determined, because he wanted to have a fun night out with all of his best mates. Y/N included.
He waited until finals were done and all her papers were handed in. He had stolen her work schedule one day while they were hanging out, and so knew what night would work best.
Now he just had to convince her.
“You want me to come out with you guys?” She asked one night while they had dinner at Joe’s.
“Yes. You haven’t been out with us, and I’m sure Mikey and Jack could use a wing woman.”
“I just…” She pushed the food around her plate, “There’s probably more fun people to go out with.”
“Love, you’re my best friend. There is no one better. Please?”
“Fine,” Y/N finally sighed. “I’ll go out.”
“This is going to be the best night ever.” Joe grinned, practically bouncing in his seat.
None of the boys knew what to expect.
When the night finally arrived, the boys were buzzing, ready to take their female friend out and show her the nightlife of London.
They figured that the girls nights she had had were probably pretty tame to their nights, and were excited to show her what an actual good time was.
“Ready?” Y/N asked, appearing from upstairs of Joe’s flat, smiling over at the boys, who had all fallen silent at her appearance.
The outfit she was wearing was unlike anything they had seen on her. They had seen similar outfits at the clubs, on the girls they had tried to pull, but not on their quiet and studious friend.
“Holy shit,” Jack broke the silence, “You look hot.”
“Awe, thanks Jack. Now, are you ready to go?” She asked again, spinning around on her heel and heading for the door, “Let’s go boys!”
The moment the boys stepped foot through the door of the club, the surprises continued.
Y/N lead them over to the bar, ordering a couple rounds of shots, and a few of the boys exchanged hesitant glances, wondering if she’d be able to handle them.
Until she threw back her shots, and a few of theirs, with ease, smiling casually at them.
“Time to dance!” She told them, pulling Joe and Conor out onto the floor with her, letting the music wash over her body as she began to dance.
Joe and Conor stood in shock as they watched her for a moment, unsure of how to react exactly, and judging my the looks on the other boys faces, neither did they.
None of them had seen her like this, so used to the quiet and reserved side, she was the type of person to throw herself into her studies, to roll her eyes when they did something stupid or Jack made an inappropriate comment. Now they were watching her become someone entirely different, but in a way so confident that they were mesmerized.
Because it was clearly still their Y/N, but letting loose and having more fun.
After the initial shock, the boys did their best to simply work with this newly discovered side of their friend, but continued to exchange shocked and confused looks throughout the night.
And the most surprising part was when she slipped her way through the crowd over to their small group to announce that she was leaving.
“Alone?” Joe asked worriedly, already preparing himself to leave as well.
“Nope,” Y/N shook her head, a sly smile on her lips, “With him.” She turned to point over her shoulder at a man standing a little ways back, who nodded over at her.
“Wait,” Jack shook his head, “You pulled?”
“Jealous?” She replied.
“Good.” Her smile switched to the one they were all used to, a beaming smile, “Thanks for dragging me out tonight, you guys. I had fun. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, right?”
Once they had all nodded, she winked and turned away from them, making her way back to the man waiting.
“Holy shit.” Josh mumbled, taking a long sip of his drink.
“This just isn’t fair,” Jack pouted.
“Did you know?” Conor asked, looking over at Joe, who shook his head.
“Had no idea. She’s full of surprises.”
“How do I find myself a best friend like that?!” Jack whined, “I want a hot party girl for a best friend!”
“Maybe one day,” Joe laughed, patting the younger man’s shoulder.
“What? Whoa whoa, wait a second! You are not going all Winchesters on my boyfriend!” you exclaimed and they only grinned as the entire crowd laughed.
You might have been joking when saying that to the boys but part of you was scared that they were going to go all over-protective brothers on you and literally scare the hell out of Brendon. Who, by the way, seemed to be over the moon now that the fans knew about the two of you and he could be as much affectionate as he wanted with you in public. Hence-
“B, please.” you giggled as he peppered your neck with kisses and tightened his hold on your waist from behind “We’re not really alone.” you giggled some more, fidgeting in his arms as you heard him chuckle.
“No, but we no longer have to hide anything. And now everybody needs to know that ‘Death of a Bachelor’ was actually for you.” he kissed your cheek and you chuckled.
“Oh really? And how are they going to know it? By seeing you literally all over me 24/7?” you turned in his arms and raised an eyebrow. Which was partially true because he would rarely let go of you, not that you complained, and even when you had a break from filming he’d surprise you and come visit you. Which was exactly where you were at the moment.
“By seeing my shower you with love, even on set.” he squeezed you “Time for everybody to know you’re mine.”
You scoffed, laughing “Possesive bastard.” you grinned and he did the same.
“But you love me.” he said cheesily but just as he was about to press his lips to yours-
“Hello Brendon!” Misha exclaimed, clapping the younger man on the shoulder as you both jumped.
“Hey B!” Jensen grinned, obviously mimicking you and you sent him a glare at which he only smiled even more.
“Brendon hey.” Jared was the only one to say a little more awkwardly as the other two men only seemed to beinterrupting for the fun of it.
Brendon sighed, sharing a look with you “Hey guys, long time no see?”
“It certainly is.” Jensen nodded his head as he pushed you aside and threw and arm over Brendon’s shoulder “But I guess you are to blame, seeing as you spend most of the time, well, making out with (Y/n).” you cleared your throat and gave Jensen a look which he ignored.
“No offence right?” Misha was the one to speak “I mean, of course you do much more but gosh-” he made a face as did Jensen “She’s like our sister, not something we’d have fun talking about.”
“Guys!” you shrieked feeling your face go hot but just as you looked at Jared for help, well, he seemed to join their side.
We may have let it slip once or twice but-” he chuckled before he went completely serious “You don’t really think we’d just let it be forever, you know that right?”
“Heck yeah.” Jensen nodded his head “We played nice for way too long and you know, it’s just not us!”
“Right, and you know we still haven’t talked about it.” he got on Brendon’s other side “You are treating her well, aren’t you? Because, you know I am not trying to intimidate you or something but-”
“Not all of the guns are fake around here.” Jensen completed his sentence and part of you wondered if they had this planned.
“Exactly” Misha nodded his head “And if, just saying, by any chance we find her crying you know- the angel blade I use is very much real, yeah? Just a heads up, no need to worry.” he grinned at him although Brendon’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yeah…” he trailed of breathing out a chuckle “Not worrying at all.” he shook his head “What the hell is wrong with you guys today huh?”
“Oh nothing.” Jensen shrugged “We just couldn’t help but notice how close you were to her today and-” he chuckled “-it’s funny how you always seem to be doing that and we kinda were thinking that it was time to let you know, oh well, the rules around here.”
“There are not many actually.” Misha grinned “Just one-”
“We get to say what happens or not around here.” Jared said matter of factly “And, don’t take it wrong but, making out with our kind-of-sister is not all that much allowed.”
“Really?” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow; because either he wanted to push his luck or he had no idea what was really coming out for him.
“Questioning it?” Jared raised an eyebrow “I think we really should have a long talk together, buddy.”
“Hell yeah, I really think there are a few things you need to hear.” Misha added.
“(Y/n), maybe you go practice your lines. Forget you even have a boyfriend for today… or the rest of the month, yeah?” Jensen grinned at you as they practically dragged Brendon away from you.
“Where… are they taking him?” Samantha blinked as she saw them walk away.
“Chuck help him, I have no idea.” you breathed out and her eyebrows shot up.
“Uhm yeah, you better call Dallon and- and tell him Brendon might be late for recording… for the next few months.” she cleared her throat as you seriously contemplated the idea.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS (SPN SEASON 12-13 HIATUS FIC)
**Hey guys, this is gonna be a multi-chapter fic, and as I’m no longer on Ao3, it’ll be exclusively on my Tumblr blog- if you don’t want to miss a chapter let me know and I’ll tag you in future instalments! Starts out angsty but I promise will end happy!!!**
“Where am I?” The question came instantly, unbidden, before his eyes had even had a chance to adjust to the blackness. Speaking felt different somehow; the words hung heavy and strange on Castiel’s tongue. Something was wrong. He blinked, reaching his hands out in front of him, trying to orient himself, trying to verify this was real, that he was somewhere tangible, but the darkness was so impossibly thick he couldn’t even tell if he was moving.
“You’re in the Empty,” a familiar but unwelcoming voice answered calmly. Other voices sounded distantly, a faint hum.
“No,” Castiel said, automatically denying. He tried to furrow his brow but again had the disorienting sensation of not really existing, of somehow being disjointed from his body- any body.
“Feels strange, doesn’t it? You’ll get used to it,” the voice continued contemptuously. “If you decide to stay, that is.”
“Stay?” Cas repeated blankly. “Why would I… I don’t belong here. I’m not- I’m not-”
“Dead?” the voice supplied. Castiel tried to convince himself he was imagining the mirth in the rich female voice.
“Think, Castiel. What’s the last thing you remember?”
Cas wracked his brain.
“The portal,” he answered slowly. “Lucifer. I stabbed him… I knew it wouldn’t kill him, but I hoped it would buy me time to escape before the portal closed…”
“And did it? Buy you time?”
He remembered stepping through the portal, back to the dirt ground outside the lake house, night falling. He remembered just one glimpse of Dean’s face, relieved and hopeful, impossibly beautiful… and then those brilliant green eyes widening in fear, in shock-
“He- Lucifer. He followed me?” Cas questioned uncertainly.
“You’re dead, Castiel. You tell me.” It was hard to tell, of course, given the pitch-blackness, but the voice sounded gloating. Why was it so familiar? A woman’s voice he’d heard before, several times…
“No,” Cas repeated, but the sinking feeling betrayed him. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. In the Empty? Was it possible?
“And now, you’re gonna stay dead.”
Castiel’s chest clenched in horror. “Billie…” he whispered.
“Welcome to your afterlife, Castiel.”
“Dean,” Sam’s voice sounded gently. “It’s time.”
“No,” Dean answered immediately. His voice was hoarse from disuse.
They were still at the lakehouse.
“Dean,” Sam repeated softly. His hazel eyes brimmed with concern. “It’s been two days. We have to say goodbye.”
“No,” Dean said, with a little more force.
After spying the Nephilim in the corner of the nursery, Sam barely had time to react before the yellow-eyed human-angel hybrid vanished with an eerie grin. Sam had searched the house and yard top to bottom but the Nephilim was long gone. Reluctantly, Sam had gone back outside to his brother who was still kneeling, still as a statue, next to his fallen best friend.
The image of the tattered, black wings scorched onto the ground was too much- too final, but Dean couldn’t look away. He’d stared at the black outline of feathers and bone because he couldn’t bring himself to look at Cas, at the familiar trench coat and tie splayed on the ground; at the dark hair that the angel had learned to style but that Dean always secretly preferred messed up; at the strong limbs bent at an awkward angle where he’d fallen; at the eyes that once were once an unusually bright blue but were now closed forever. He’d sat there, broken but dry-eyed, not caring about the Nephilim, not caring about anything, until Sam returned and found him.
Sam retrieved a grey blanket from the Impala and draped it across Dean’s shoulders before sitting himself down cross-legged beside him. The brothers sat in silence, tears finally allowed to streak down Sam’s cheeks, Dean stone-faced but clearly devastated. It was dawn before Sam finally made a move to go inside. He put a hand under Dean’s arm, tugging upward, but Dean shrugged him off.
“I’m staying,” Dean said gruffly.
Sam didn’t argue. He did a final once-over of the house, checking for anything out of the ordinary, anything that needed to be cleaned up or destroyed. Kelly’s body had vanished with the Nephilim and while Sam was greatly concerned, he was somewhat relieved at not having to find her family or bury yet another victim of the supernatural world.
He gave Dean an hour before rummaging through the house and making Dean a strong cup of coffee with lots of sugar. Dean accepted the cup but didn’t drink.
“We can give him a hunter’s funeral,” Sam said finally. “Do you want to come with me to chop some wood?”
“No!” Dean burst out immediately.
Sam blinked in surprise. “Dean… we can’t just leave him.”
“I’ll bury him myself.”
“I said I’ll do it myself!” Dean roared.
Sam bit back his reply. Cas was an angel, after all- he shouldn’t have a soul; not that he was likely to come back as a ghost anyway. “Okay,” Sam sighed, resigned. “Whatever you want.”
“Just… just not yet,” Dean said, and he tore his eyes away from the scorch marks long enough to glance at Sam.
Sam nodded in understanding. Dean looked so vulnerable, his bottom lip trembling, the muscles in his jaw clenching as Dean struggled to keep himself together. He turned back to Cas, this time his calloused hand gingerly clasping the angel’s.
That had been two days ago, and while Sam was still mourning as well, he also understood that they needed to get moving. Their mom- who knew what was happening to her this very moment? Not to mention, it was surely only a matter of time before angels and demons alike came sniffing around- it wasn’t safe for them to stay here any longer. And Cas… Sam wasn’t sure what happened to the bodies of fallen angels whose vessels were not really a vessel, but their own body personally hand-crafted by God, but Sam didn’t want to wait to find out. They needed to put their friend to rest.
Finally Dean broke. “I can’t, Sammy. I can’t do it. I can’t.” For the first time in two days, Dean wept, deep, heart-wrenching sobs that shuddered through his whole body. It was too much- Cas, their mother and Lucifer back, both of them lost, the Nephilim escaped, Cas…
Sam itched to comfort him, but he knew Dean would probably reject the affection. It was uncharacteristic of Dean even to allow himself this kind of public grief. Sam settled for kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. The younger Winchester wasn’t entirely certain he fully understood the bond between Dean and Cas, but it was painfully obvious that to Dean, this was a loss unlike any other. “I’m sorry,” Sam murmured quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
Eventually, Dean’s ragged gasps slowed and evened out. His eyes remained glassy and red-rimmed, but his tears stopped. He looked exhausted, world-weary; he had every right to, of course, but it wasn’t often he let himself own it.
Neither Winchester was prepared for when Castiel’s once-lifeless body suddenly shuddered before them, sucking in a loud breath.
Castiel pushed himself up to sitting, chest heaving as he blinked around at them.
White as a sheet, Dean stared in terror, scrambling to get off the ground. Sam pulled him to his feet, shaking.
“Dean?” Cas rasped in his gravelly voice. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet as well, his eyes flicking briefly to Sam but remaining chiefly fixed on Dean.
It was a split-second before Dean’s face tightened, his hand pulled back, and a well-aimed fist connected harshly with Castiel’s jaw.
Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.
After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something.
The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.
Jim looked between the four monsters slowly. “…There are more of you.”
“Hi, Jim!” Steve said cheerfully. “Haven’t seen you in a while!”
“I was deployed,” Jim replied. “I like your sarong.” He looked pained. “Jesus Christ.”
Steve proudly tugged at his green sarong with yellow starbursts. “But you can’t be mad because I’m wearing clothes!”
“…Could have chosen something darker,” Jim said, then turned to the hulking feathered creature sitting on the back of the couch, taloned feet clutching into the fabric, then at the spidery woman standing on the ceiling. “…The hell,” he muttered, then sighed loudly and began fiddling with his cuff links.
Bucky came up beside him, claws tapping on the floor. “You’re all dressed up.”
“Yeah,” Jim replied dryly, batting him away when he started to sniff at him. “Stop it, you weirdo.”
Bucky held his hands up and trotted over to the couch, instead leaping on the feathered figure and tackling it backward onto the cushions. It’s startled shriek gave him goosebumps.
Jim stood up a little straighter when he saw the brunet coming down the stairs. He was dragging his feet a little, and his shoulders were slumped. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah,” Tony said quietly.
“Where you guys going?” Steve asked, tilting his head.
Jim made a long annoyed sound and wrapped an arm around the younger man’s shoulders. “Funeral.”
“Oh.” Bucky sat up, a feather sticking out from between his sharp teeth. “Whose?”
“Are you for real?” Jim asked angrily, then ushered Tony out of the mansion.
The monsters watched them go, frowning.
“…It’s not like we know everyone that they do,” Steve mumbled, crossing his arms.
Natasha made a thoughtful noise and began walking toward the stairs. Well, the ceiling above the stairs.
“You didn’t tell us it was your parents,” Bucky said, hurt.
Clint ruffled his feathers in agitation. “We thought they were just on another trip!”
“It wouldn’t have changed anything,” Tony said shortly, brushing past them. He felt Steve’s tail start to wrap around his legs and reached down to smack it away. “I want to be alone.”
Jim watched him go, frowning, as he hung up his suit jacket in the closet. “He didn’t tell you?”
Natasha turned from having watched Tony leave as well. “Admittedly, we react to death quite differently from humans.”
“Still, he should have told you,” Jim sighed. “You would have asked where his parents were eventually.”
“Not really,” Bucky admitted. “We only see them every once in a while, and we usually avoid them anyway.”
“You guys are literally the worst,” Jim breathed, in awe of how terrible that was and why that, perhaps, was why Tony hadn’t told them.
Tony didn’t turn from staring at the wall, clutching his pillow to his chest. “I said I wanted to be alone.”
Natasha tilted her head, acknowledging, before dropping from the ceiling and flipping to land on her feet on the floor. “That was an hour ago.”
“Well, I still wanna be alone! So get out!”
She ignored him, as she usually did, and instead began muscling him out of his suit jacket. “You’ve wrinkled it.”
“Natasha, what the f–Get off me!” Tony exclaimed angrily, trying to fight her off, but she had four arms and Tony only had two, and she was already stronger than him by virtue of what she was.
Natasha peeled his dress shirt off as well. “Take off your pants.”
Tony blinked up at her, then leered. “Pity sex?”
“I will wrap you up in silk and hang you from a tree,” she threatened, turning to walk toward his dresser.
Tony threw his hands up, letting out an angry gust of breath.
Natasha returned with a pair of MIT sweatpants and a band t-shirt. “You should be comfortable while you mourn.”
“That’s the thing, Natasha,” Tony spat. “Mourning is just kind of inherently uncomfortable.” Still, when she held the shirt up threateningly, he snatched it from her and put it on, because who knew you could threaten someone with a shirt?
Seeing that he wasn’t making any move to take his slacks off, she sighed, irritated, and reached out to pull them off of him. “I’m not going to pretend I understand,” she told him, tugging them off. “You know we won’t,” she added. “Which is probably why you didn’t tell us. You’ve wrinkled your pants, too.” She held them up, scowling. “…But I will miss your mother playing the piano.”
Tony froze, sweatpants halfway up his legs.
“And I will miss Howard, for the times he was sober and kind to you,” Natasha continued. “And I will be sorry that your parents have ceased to exist in your life. But you are not alone. We don’t always… understand in ways you would like us to.” She frowned, folding the slacks up. “But we will be here, when you need us.”
Tony tightened his grip on the waistband of his sweatpants, knuckles turning white. His eyes filled with hot tears, and he bit his bottom lip to try to keep them from falling as he hurriedly pulled his pants the rest of the way up.
Natasha tilted her head as she looked at him. “Perhaps, I will learn what true mourning is when you pass. You are my dearest.”
Tony choked and lifted his hand to cover his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Natasha frowned at him and pulled the boy into her arms, wrapping all four of them around him tightly. “I do not understand, but I will support you as you mourn. And so will everyone else.”
Tony turned his head to hide his face in her neck, trying to muffle his sobs.
can we talk for a second about how when michael went up to look in the window of that lake house to see if mike was there, and he was on the phone with linc and looking through the window and he said “linc, he’s here. my son. i can’t believe i’m seeing my son?”
because it made me think of, in another universe, one where michael never had to leave his family, linc would show up at the hospital on the day mike was born to see his nephew, and he’d find michael standing at the nursery window, looking in at all the babies. michael thought he might not be able to tell which one was his son, all the newborns in the books he bought looked the same, but he’d recognize sara’s nose and cheeks anywhere, even on their newborn son. linc walks up and stands next to michael.
“which one is he?” linc would ask, and michael would point him out.
“seven pounds, ten ounces. 25 inches long.” michael would rattle off instantly, proudly, like the facts had been ingrained in him as long as he’d been alive, as much a part of him as his own name, his own birthday.
“he’ll be tall,” linc would note and michael would nod, smiling proudly. linc would ask about sara and michael would tell him she’s good. she’s sleeping now, but they’ll bring the baby back to the room later.
they would stand in silence together for a few minutes, looking at baby mike, before linc would pat his younger brother on the shoulder. “congratulations, man.”
and michael would smile at him, before turning back to the window and smiling at his baby.
“linc, he’s here. my son. i can’t believe i’m seeing my son.”
It wasn’t the first time she had gone to that
apartment. She remembered going a few days after they moved in, just to chill
with them for awhile.
If someone had told Sana 6 months ago that she
would be considering Isak, the guy who hid weed at Eva’s house, and Even, the
former friend of her brother, her best friends she would’ve laughed at the
person that would’ve said that and then glared at them until they would leave.
But there she was, on 17 mai, a day to be spent
with friends, outside their apartment hoping that they would accept her as
She could hear the boys laughing from the
outside, probably making fun of something Magnus had said, or maybe teasing
Isak and Even for being extremely cute.
She knocked at the door and instantly felt
anxious about it. What if they didn’t want to see her? What if Isak had only
invited her to be nice but he actually hadn’t meant it? What if…?
“Sanasol!” Isak exclaimed with a big smile while opening
the door “You came!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I should’ve called to tell
you that I was coming…”
“What are you talking about? This is not a
doctor’s appointment. You can come and go as you please. Come on, come on, come
in” he said
letting her in.
He led the way to the living room.
“Guys, look who’s here” Isak said to the boys.
Even and Jonas were sat on the couch while
Mahdi and Magnus were sitting on the floor around the table where the food was.
All of them looked at Sana and smiled when they saw her.
“Sana! Hi! I’m glad you came” Even said with a genuine smile
“Hi, I’m sorry for crashing” Sana said shyly
“Nonsense, they are used to people crashing” Jonas said
“Yeah, we spend half of the day here” Mahdi added “until Isak and Even become so
insanely disgusting that we have to leave”
“Oh, Mahdi don’t be jealous, you know I love
you all the same”
Even said placing his hand on Mahdi’s shoulder tenderly.
The younger boy rolled his eyes but smiled at
“Hey Sana, are the girls coming too?” Magnus
asked, mouth filled with cake
“Dude, don’t be gross” Isak reprehended him.
“Um, no, it’s just me. The girls are with Sara
and the rest”
“Oh, and why aren’t you with them?” Magnus said confused
Sana widened her eyes and stayed quiet,
thinking of what to say. How do you tell your friend’s boyfriend that you don’t
want to be with his girlfriend?
“That doesn’t matter” Even intervened making Sana relax “What
matters is that she chose us ‘cause we’re obviously way cooler than your
He winked an eye at Sana which Sana thanked
with a smile.
“Ha, you wish! No one is cooler than Vilde” Magnus said matter-of-factly
All the boys laughed at him making him pout
like a baby.
“Come on Mags, you know we like you, sometimes”
ruffling his hair gently
“I forgive you but only because Even is cool” Magnus said
“Yasss” Even said doing a sign of
victory with his fist
“Can you stop flirting with my boyfriend,
said rolling his eyes
“Aw, baby you know I love you and I wouldn’t
change you for anyone” Even said smiling “Except for Sana. If she wanted me, I would
totally ditch you for her”
“Damn, even I would ditch myself for Sana” Isak said laughing
Sana blushed and smiled at them. She was a lot
calmer now. Those boys always had a way to make her feel accepted and welcomed.
“You better watch your back, Isabelle” Sana said “Maybe one day I’ll steal your
“I would have to accept that, no way I could
compete with you”
“Okay, stop the flirting and let’s eat. Sana
you can sit here, Isak will sit on the floor” Even said pointing at the spot on the sofa
next to him where Isak had been before he had opened the door.
“It’s okay, I can sit on the floor” she said
“Don’t worry Sana. Isak likes to sit on the
floor between Even’s legs so he can play with his hair like this” Jonas said doing a demonstration with
Magnus who was sat between his legs on the floor “It’s gross to watch but you’ll
get used to it”
“Yeah, I think I could get use to this” she said smiling and sitting between him and
Even on the couch
2nd update of the day
I’m sorry for posting so early and with so little time between one update and the next but it’s what makes sense with the time
trying to update my design for Sammy/find a new pic for my icon! i think i may just clean up the flower crown one and use that one? i love my flower crown sammy but i like the new style a l o t more… hopefully im gonna clean some of these up to post later on
also teen sammy wore sunglasses and unironically made finger guns you cant convince me otherwise
@mythaster tired sammy isn’t taking any crap from anyone
“wait” Veronica turned back to them “what about the wedding?”
Betty stood up and walked backwards slightly so she was now standing in front of him, his arms draped over her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her head.
“Well? Did you get married without us?” Kevin asked.
“About that” Betty looked up smirking at a Jughead who continued “our wedding may or may not have been last Saturday.”
“May or may not? Do you not remember?” Veronica asked slightly insulted that he didn’t remember.
“What Juggie meant was, it was a midnight wedding.”
It was the week after the engagement and so far only the two families and the serpents knew. “So” Jughead asked sitting on the opposite side of the bar to Viper who was wiping down the bar “is this the part of the sitcom where I tell you my troubles, you do the whole sliding me a glass of something, give me profound advice and my life becomes easy?”
Viper chuckled pouring the boy a dram of whisky and slid it across the bar which he caught with ease and he sipped it “Jackie and I have always had a rule with whoever we look after, if you wanna drink or smoke we’d rather it be where we can see you and not off somewhere unknown. Plus this’ll be yours and Betty’s place soon. Just don’t do what your dad did, please Jughead” he pleaded “don’t think you can carry the world on your shoulders.”
The younger boy nodded and sipped his drink again. “So, dad said he can get a day release for the wedding?”
Viper nodded “full 24 hours with guard protection. Did he tell you anything about our plans?”
Jughead shook his head “no. What should we expect?”
The older man chuckled “just you wait.”
It was the evening of the weekly Cooper-Jones and ”any serpent that had been in an argument with their partner who needed food and a place to crash dinner at the trailer” dinner. Betty had cooked a massive roast dinner, something with Jackie had helped with as her parents were from Yorkshire in England. It took most of the afternoon but they had roasted a whole chicken, made fresh batter for yorkshire puddings, steamed five different vegetables, roasted potatoes, made mashed potatoes and made gravy. It was something Betty had hoped to impress the rest of the serpents with as soon Jackie and Viper would be passing the flame onto the two teens so it was never too early to start learning.
The whole Cooper family were coming, JB and Gladys had driven down from Toledo, Viper & Jughead were at Scorpion doing the books and some of the other serpents had invited themselves once they heard about what was for dinner. Not that Betty minded she’d actually grown quite fond of the gang and their partners, Stingray’s wife was seven months pregnant and due around the same time as Polly. Betty accompanied her to birthing classes when Stingray couldn’t and had even help build and set up the nursery.
Dinner started off without a hitch, everyone that was attending had dressed up and all getting along with each other, even Hal had made a friend in Viper, learning stories about his wife’s youth when a knock on the door stopped everyone.
The knock came again and Jughead got up to answer his door “dad?” he asked, not believing that his father was standing in front of him.
“Hey Jug. What no hug for your old man?” he asked smiling and his son pulled him in for a hug. Betty had joined him at the door also greeting the man with a hug. He nodded behind and asked “you ready?”
“Always” Alice replied “Betty, Polly, JB with me” she ushered the girls to the room Betty shares with Jughead.
“Jughead, FP with me” Viper ordered.
“Also my escort for the evening Miss Ashley Weatherly, prison guard extraordinaire” FP introduced as if the person was a member of the royal family.
“Just go get ready Forsythe” the younger guard ordered.
“Feisty as always Weathers” FP mumbled walking to his room.
“What’s going on dad?”
“Welcome to your wedding son” FP grinned “I hope you’re ready to become a married man.”
Jughead smiled widely “more than ready.”
“I can’t believe you all planned this” Betty said sitting down as her mom was curling her hair.
“But you are ready right? Ready to get married?” Alice asked.
“Of course mom. I can’t wait till we’re officially married”
“You don’t feel like your friends are missing?”
“I’d love to have them here but they wouldn’t approve of me and Juggie. It wouldn’t feel right if they didn’t understand.”
“I understand Bets” Alice finished the last curl “I can’t believe my baby girl’s getting married. I have something for you” she went to her bag and retrieved a couple of items. “You’ll need something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue” Holding up a pair of diamond earrings “your something old. FP bought these for me for my sixteenth birthday from the first paycheck he earned” she handed them to her daughter “he wanted you to have them.”
Betty looked up at her mom and hugged her trying not to cry “thank you.”
“Come on honey, let’s not keep your groom waiting any longer.”
“What about the something new, borrowed and blue?”
Betty wore a white bohemian style dress with her curly blonde hair flowing. Walking out, she was greeted by Hal, FP (and Ashley) and Viper. Alice, JB & Polly had also changed into light blue dresses. Jughead was already at the arbor.
FP noticed her earrings and smiled with a nod at Alice. “Your something borrowed will be me from jail” he joked Viper gave him a look “Sorry not funny. Your somethings new and blue are not really for the wedding itself, more afterwards when you’re living together” he handed her a set of keys and a blue collar. “We’ve all pitched in and got you your own trailer in the park. It’s at the west entrance away from all the noise and the collar, well Jug’s always wanted a dog and we thought why not now.”
“Jackie & I will help when you’re at school and stuff but other than that he’s yours” Viper said. Betty looked like she was going to cry so her mom put an arm around her. “Your something blue is the theme color. If we had longer than a day for the wedding, we’d have put more thought into it but..”
“It’s perfect” Betty interrupted “all of it. Thank you so much” she was grateful for everyone’s role in making the day (well night) happen. She noticed the clock on the wall “It’s almost eleven thirty” she pointed out.
Everyone looked at either a watch or phone for the time “We better get going.”
Walking down the steps of the trailer, Betty followed her family through to the vacant green near the back of the park. The motorbikes belonging to the gang all had their lights turned on to highlight the area. All of the serpents and their families (except for the younger kids) were that were sat down and Jughead was standing at the end of the make-shift aisle with Razor (who seemed more nervous than the groom.)
FP, who walked down the aisle first was greeted with cheers from the other serpents, joined Jughead at the front to be his best man (he had asked his dad when they were getting ready.)
All the congregation stood. First JB & Polly walked down first, arm in arm, followed by Alice & Viper. Hal took his daughter’s arm and gave it an encouraging squeeze before following the other down.
Jughead was speechless looking at Betty. His father whispered “you picked a good one son” who turned round and nodded at his dad.
Betty arrived at the arbor and kissed her father who then shook his almost son-in-law’s had. Razor began the ceremony by saying “We are gathered here today to celebrate the wedding of Elizabeth Marie Cooper and Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third” which as always earned a few giggles “as many of you are aware, this isn’t any ordinary wedding. This is the marriage of two legacies and if you’ve seen them together you'd know just how adorable these two are” he gushed.
He now directed his talking to the couple “normally, we celebrate a wedding over three or four days but as our boy FP here only has 24 hours. We’re making this count” Betty & Jughead looked at each other confused but Razor continued on with the ceremony.
The words ‘you may now kiss the bride’ almost seem surreal. They had done it. They were now married and the two couldn’t stop smiling. Jughead grabbed her face and brought her in for a deep kiss which was eventually broken by the cheers of the people around them.
Before anyone moved Razor took out an air horn and blew it three times which which was some sort of signal for everyone to get up towards their vehicles and they all took off leaving Betty, Jughead, FP (and Ashley), Hal, Alice, Gladys, Polly & JB. The now married couple looked towards their families in hope of an explanation.
“Don’t worry about them, they’ve just gone early for the food” The two shared a look of confusion then looked back towards Alice “What? You think you’re getting a wedding without a reception? Think again. We should really head to Scorpion.”
They all walked to the entrance to see Alice’s car as well as Gladys’ people carrier and FP’s truck. The latter tossed his keys to Jughead “I’ll let the newlyweds go solo. Gladys, can I get a ride?” His wife nodded and they all got into their respective vehicles.
During their journey Betty asked “do you think our friends are gonna be pissed they weren’t there?”
Jughead reached over to take his wife’s hand “probably but it’s our day not theirs” Betty nodded “plus who’d have thought the Southside Serpents are a bunch of romantics?”
“I know right” she turned to face him “my mom was telling me that weddings are a big deal. They love celebrating the people that accept them hence why the celebration normally lasts for days. She said the weddings happen at midnight then they go to Scorpion and drink though it’s different for us because we’re underage. We can have a couple for the celebration but that’s it.”
“Fair enough” he replied making a left hand turn into the road they were heading too. “I don’t blame her although a drunk Alice Cooper would be a great sight.”
“Can you imagine?” Betty asked laughing “I bet my dad would love us.” She saw Jughead smile “what?”
“Us. We’re an us. Officially the Cooper-Jones family” he looked into her eyes “I love you”
“I love you too” she replied and leaned in for a kiss.
Walking into the bar, they were surprised by the amount of people there but one person shouted “It’s the bride and groom” which earned the two a massive cheer and applause and the crowd parted so they could walk to the front of the bar where there were two makeshift thrones.
Jughead bowed his head and stretched out his hand saying “m’lady” which she took the the pair made their way to the thrones.
Viper and Jackie were the first to hug them when they reached the front and the elder man cleared his throat to talk to everyone “As you can tell, Jackie & I aren’t getting any younger” he started
“speak for yourself” his wife mumbled which earned a few laughs
“anyway” he gave her a pointed look “we won’t be around forever. Our new Cooper-Jones couple however are a hell of a lot younger than us therefore when they turn 18” he took Jackie’s hand in his “they will become the new leaders of the southside serpents.”
Betty looked at her husband with wide eyes.
“We know it’s a shock to you both but Alice & FP have agreed to help you both out when you need it. Hal also offered to help behind the bar” Jackie said. Pointing at the thrones “now please take your seats”
The couple did and they saw his dad and her mom making their way to them holding something behind their backs. Once they had reached them, FP and Alice produced a two silver crowns both with the serpent ‘s’ on the front. FP placed his on his now daughter-in-law as Alice did the same with Jughead.
Viper raised his glass and toasted “The King and Queen” which everyone copied.
Once the couple signed the registry, they had their first dance to Romeo & Juliet by Dire Straits. They even had wedding presents from people though their favorite by far was their ‘Something Borrowed’ present from Stingray and his wife which was a cabin up in Wisconsin during their next break.
Everyone stayed out till 8am before people started to leave, Jughead & Betty escaping whilst everyone was distracted with how many slices of lemon Dodger could fit in his mouth (he got to 8 before throwing up.)
They spent their first night, well day as a married couple in their new trailer.
The three looked stunned. Their best friends were now officially heirs to the Serpent throne.
“We’re still us guys” Betty encouraged sensing that they were uncomfortable “still Betty & Jughead. It’s just we’re now married and have effectively 30 kids to look after” she said referring to the gang downstairs.
“Kids?” Veronica asked breaking the tension “are they that bad?”
“You should see them when one of them’s had a fight with their wife or husband. Then it gets messy” she joked back to her best friend. “So are we all okay?”
Kevin nodded whilst Archie said “Yeah, I think we are”
That’s the guy. Good eye :) I’ve been compiling caps from other episodes trying to figure out what his role is in the universe for the last month or two. It turns out that “WTF Dad” is actually “WTF Teen”. We now know he goes to Collège Françoise Dupont with the other teen characters.
But what about the rest of the family? Buckle up! This is gonna be a wild ride.
A wee one shot of Jamie and wee Ian - set around book 9. Just a spot of fluff with two of our favourite Highlanders. :) xx
“I had no idea what it meant to be her husband when we wed. I ken weel enough that she was a strong willed and unusual woman.”
Jamie snorted and swirled the whisky around his glass, eyeing Ian across the rim. They had been speaking of their wives for some time and the fact of Ian being a grown man with a wife still occasionally caught Jamie unawares.
The fire-light accentuated the string of tattooed dots across his nephew’s cheekbones and made the hollow of his throat appear cavernous. His smile wide and full, a smile that he had grown into as he became a man. Jamie wanted to tell him that he looked like his maternal grandfather, Brian Fraser, in the red glow but the words stuck in his throat.
Ian was well past the age where a likeness to a relative was anything other than a passing curiosity and as he had in fact never met his grandsire, Jamie could not really expect Ian to feel the warmth of that recognition in the same way Jamie did. Besides the lad was concentrating on other matters and unlikely to wish the subject changed.
“I ken well enough what it is to be Rachel’s husband, Uncle. She is not perhaps as unusual as Auntie Claire but … she has a certain grit about her all the same.”
“Och your Rachel is as level headed as they come - I mean that wi’ no disrespect to your auntie, but I feel perhaps Rachel has more notion of delicacy in matters dear to her heart.”
Ian beamed, his smile wide and even, teeth glowing in the half-light.
“She’s no’ cursed me, nor threatened to cut my heart out and make me eat it, that is true.”
Jamie said dryly as he sipped from his tumbler. Ian sipped his own drink and surveyed his uncle openly. It was the sort of intense study that can only be unobtrusive when it comes from someone who one has shared many intimacies with and Jamie sat easily beneath the warm brown gaze.
“Why did ye marry her then? Auntie Claire, I mean. Ye dinna normally do things wi’ out due consideration but Mam told me ye were wed wi’out her even knowing your last name.”
Jamie laughed at that, a fully rich sound that disturbed Adso from his slumber before the quiet settled comfortably around them again.
“As a young man I did many things wi’out due consideration.”
Jamie shook his head at the memory of some of his more reckless endeavors
“and it is true that she didna ken my last name until a wee while before the ceremony but a name is just a thing that others attach to ye. It is no’ something of verra great matter. I loved her and that was enough for me.”
“Passions run high in our family.”
Ian smiled ruefully
“You and Auntie Claire, Grandfather and Grandmother Fraser, Bree and Roger.”
“Your Mam and Da too.”
Jamie said gently and Ian nodded, his smile soft again
“Aye but that was more of a easy love. No one ran across oceans or the barrier of time! No one was swept from a castle. Mam just kissed Da and told him they’d be marrit and he agreed.”
“They had their turbulences and hardships - life after Culloden was harder than ye ken. It would test a marriage, aye?”
Jamie spoke more sharply than he intended to and Ian raised his eyebrows before leaning forward and topping up both drinks from the small decanter beside his seat.
“A ship that sails smooth has a journey as valid as one that weathers a storm, Uncle Jamie. I wouldna deny it. But how does a woman know that ye would weather the gravest of storms for her if ye have never had to? How could Da show Mam? How can I show Rachel?”
Jamie sighed and leaned back in his chair, feeling his back stretch against it, the cloth of his shirt rasping gently against his skin.
“Ye have it wrong Ian, love is not the ship on smooth or troubled waters. Love is the Polaris. It is a fixed point that never waivers and and a guide so that whichever way the storm tosses ye, ye can always right yourself and continue.”
Jamie shrugged at the startled expression on his nephews face. Ian licked his lip and allowed another broad smile to bloom across his face.
“Mam always says ye should ha’ been a poet.”
Jamie chuckled and stood up, placing his glass on the mantel.
“Just be constant, Ian. It is all ye have to do.”
Jamie squeezed the younger man’s shoulder and turned toward the stairs, taking a few steps before turning back
“By the way, ye look like your grandfather tonight. Brian. Ye have his smile and I had never really noticed it before now.”
Ian sat up a little straighter and blinked, taken aback. No one had ever said he looked like anyone besides his Da and that was fine but he had heard so many tales of his grandfather as a lad that it gave his a small joy to think that there was something of the legendary Brian Dubh about him too.
Summary: In this colorless world, her vision was painted with streaks of the rainbow whenever she saw him and that was enough to start a rebellion.
“Good job, kid.”
Jungkook laughed as Yoongi’s hand made contact with his
head, ruffling his hair, and as Jimin tackled him in a large hug, forcing a
kiss upon his cheek. Jungkook clutched his diploma tightly in his hands as the
other boys pushed themselves onto Jungkook, ignoring the strange whispers and
murmurs as the higher-class judged them. Jungkook heard a quick whisper of
“he’s an orphan” because the boys detached themselves from his back but
continued the praises.