'my friend walked into a glass door'

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

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Let Me Have Your Heart: One Shot Series - #38

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(Past One Shots)

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Harry and you had been friends for quite a while. The friendship just continued at his first of many trips to the cafe you worked part time at, ordering the same Apple Crumble each and every single time he visited. 

Although he had learned his lesson, he’d never eat as many slices of Apple Crumble as he did the first day he met you, and he learned he didn’t have to occupy himself with a slice of dessert to get your attention and converse with you, because you validly enjoyed his company.

Him visiting the small cafe, at the end of the street a couple blocks down from his mum’s house, became routine. 

Every morning, at the beginning of your shift, early in the morning, he’d walk over, and order his usual, which you already remembered by heart, and you’d take a seat with him a chat over whatever you two felt like chatting about that particular morning when the cafe wasn’t busy and bustling as it usually was.

Harry was in the middle of chopping up some vegetables for his chicken dinner when he heard his phone ringing. He placed the knife down, quickly wiping his hands on his apron that adorned his body and walked over to the other end of the kitchen where his phone was laid. 

A smile was brought up to his face when your name and a picture, you never knew he took, of you on his display screen. He picked up his phone, pressing the accept button and placing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey love, what’s going on.” he questioned over the phone, with a smile on his face. 

There was a moment of silence before the phone sounded like it was being thrown around and giggles were heard through the phone. There was some rustling before he heard you hiccup over the phone. 

“’arry? This you?” he heard you lazily question, clearly alcohol induced. “Indeed it is, you alright love?” he chuckled. You giggled and it sounded like you threw yourself down on a couch as you let out a huff. “I miss you” you slurred with a giggle. 

“I miss you and i’m sad you’re not here” you elongated. He smiled to himself. He had missed you too. With everything going on in his life, he wished that there had been more time that he could freely spend with you, but work seemed to always be his priority. “I miss you too, you enjoying yourself? You sound like you’re having fun” he chuckled, walking back to the vegetables and putting the phone on speaker and continuing to cook. “I am, I guess” she sighed tiredly over the phone. “I wish you’d be here, I don’t like these other guys trying to touch me and trying to dance with me” she whined and mumbled over the phone.

Harry dropped his knife and for some reason, a sense of jealousy and fear coursed through his veins. Were these men trying to do something with you they shouldn’t be doing? Were you aware enough of what was going on? “Do you want me to pick you up, love?” The phone rustled again and the sound of wind could be heard. “Please” you sighed against the phone, a bit of a shutter coming from your lips. “I’m at the pub on Wolff Street” you slurred out. He nodded, wiping his hands and throwing his apron off. “Alright just stay there, love. Okay? Don’t go off and walk away and don’t go with anyone you don’t know, understood?” he stated, grabbing his keys and coat. You let out a quiet “mhm” before he hung up the phone and got into his car, driving off to where you were located.

He pulled up to the curb, noticing you sitting against the red brick pub, snuggled up in your jacket and a short black dress with your eyes closed. He stepped out his car and walked over to you, squatting down to eye level with you. He gently tapped your shoulder as you opened your eyes and smiled. “You came for me” you slurred with a sloppy smile. “Always love, that’s what friends are for.” 

Friends. 

He wished he didn’t have to use that term. It was a term he wish he could have dropped months ago, and he tried, but it just was never the right time. Either it was too early, or you had just entered into a new relationship, so he couldn’t ruin your happiness when he saw that smile on your face every time you’d mention the other man’s name. It was either that, or you had been heart broken from a previous guy and he just didn’t have the nerve to tell you such a big thing when you were in time of crisis.

He gently grabbed your hand, helping you up, before supporting you into his passenger seat of the car and closing the door behind you. He stepped into the passenger seat and looked at you and heard your shivering. “Jesus babe, you need to learn to bring more layers. You know how this weather could get” he chuckled, blasting up the heat and putting your hands into his and blowing into them to give you some warmth. 

He looked into your glazed over eyes and you smiled at him. “You have really pretty eyes, Styles” you smiled, barely blinking. He quietly chuckled, putting his head down as he blushed a little before pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before putting his seat belt on. “Alright, off to your place” he started. You shook your head. “Can I come to yours? I don’t like being alone after I get drunk. Makes me feel paranoid and what not” you sheepishly explained. He smiled, giving your thigh a gentle rub and nodding. “No worries, I was cooking up dinner as well, and I have enough for two. So you got it” he smiled.

The car ride was silent, just the sounds of other cars passing by you as he took his time to drive back to his place. Pulling into his driveway and putting the car into park he looked over at you and saw you dozed off. He smiled before turning off the car and going to your side of the car and picking you up bridal style.

You stirred awake and placed your head on his shoulder. “‘M sorry for’ falling ‘asleep” you murmured. He chuckled, shaking his head, unlocking the front door. “No worries, you want to hop into my shower? You smell a little like vodka and sick” he chuckled. You nodded, asking to be put down before slowly walking to the bathroom, placing a palm on your forehead before closing the bathroom door.

Harry smiled to himself, shaking his head before walking back to the kitchen to continue and finish off dinner. It was times like these where he wished you were both in a relationship so he could hop in the shower with you and help you wash the sick out of your hair, but he knew, friends didn’t do that.

He was taking out two glasses and two plates when he heard a loud thump coming from down the hall and a sudden ‘ouch’ being heard from the bathroom. His eyes went wide, quickly putting down the plates and rushing over to the bathroom. His first instinct was to come barging in, but he knew that maybe you wouldn’t like that, so he opted for a knock on the door. “Love, are you alright?’ he’d question, a sense of urgency in his phone. He heard you giggle before the water was shut off and he heard clattering before you opened the door, a towel covering your front. “I think i ‘tell’” you giggled, leaning forward, resting your wet forehead on his chest. “Mm, you smell good.” you smiled. He chuckled before helping you tighten the towel around you and trying his best not to take a peek at what was underneath the towel, but he controlled himself because the amount of respect he had for you, he had for no one else, but no one really knew that. “Come on. I’ll go find something in my room that you can throw on” he nodded, up the stairs as you both walked to his room and you picked out a long tee and some of his black boxers before laying in his bed. “You hungry? I prepped some dinner if you’re interested” your glazed over eyes, widened as you licked your lips and smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes” he chuckled. “Stay here, i’ll bring it up for you” he smiled.

It was a few minutes until he came baring up the stairs with two trays, one for you and one for him. He opted for just water, since you had had enough alcohol for the night. “Here you are” he gestured, handing you your plate of food with water and some advil on the side. “That’s for after dinner and before bed, so you don’t feel as yucky tomorrow” he smiled, sitting beside you and divulging into his dinner and turning on the telly to try and find something to watch and pass the time, and you both settled on Friends.

He cleaned up all the dishes as you settle yourself on the right side of his bed. He made sure all the locks were locked downstairs and that all the lights were off before making his way up to the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, also knowing it’s something he shouldn’t do with his friend right in his bed, but he figured she was tired and so was he, maybe it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

He noticed her eyes go wide and for a moment, panic shot through his veins waiting for you to say something, but you said nothing. All you did was admire his body, as he made his way over to the bed with pink tinted cheeks and settling under the covers.

It was a few moments after he turned off the bed light lamp that he felt you shift in the bed and snuggle close to him. He tensed at first, but relaxed after a moment of your head snuggling into his chest. “Thank you for picking’ me up today, and making me ‘inner and treating me like a princess” you hummed tiredly, almost asleep but still slightly awake, and still aware of your surroundings.

He smiled, gently stroking your hair. “No worries love, anytime.” he sighed contently before hearing your soft little snores after.

It was at that moment where he really felt like his feelings for you were becoming deeper. With just a hint of light coming from outside, through the curtains due to the lamp light on the street he saw your fresh and soft features. No makeup, nothing foreign on your face, just your soft and supple cheeks and soft skin being caressed by the street light outside. He smiled, heart skipping a beat as he stroked your hair gently.

“I don’t think you’ll ever know this, but I think i’m falling in love with you” he whispered to you. Maybe more so to himself, and a little tiny part of him, hoped you had somehow heard.

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Hello my friends! I know this isn’t a long one, but i figured i’d try and shoot for one tonight! I’m a bit tired, so i’ll be on for a little while longer! Let me know what you guys thought if you’d like and i really hope you enjoyed it!

Skull & Halo // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1250

Request-

Hey! could you do an imagine where you’re a tattoo artist and jack comes in for a tattoo and he flirts with you through the entire process and he asks you on a date?? Also could you tag me in it?? xx

A/n- this was so fun to write! and i’m back :)

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You were standing in the back of the tattoo shop with your coworker Ashley.

“-and then he left. I got even more pissed off at him at that,” she rambled one.

You were only half paying attention to the fake red head next to you. Your eyes were trained on the book in front of you.

“Y/n! Are you even listening?”

You were about to answer her when the bell at the front door chimed, signaling someone had entered the parlor. You closed your book, and walked through the opening to the front of the shop.

There were two blonde men; one covered with tattoos and the other with a few small ones.

The blonde with the sleeve was looking at the book full of options as the other, more attractive one, was leaning on the counter talking to the receptionist.

“Alright,” said AJ. “Abe,” he motioned towards the guy with two full sleeves, “You can go with Y/n. And Jack with Ash.”

You smiled at Abe, but he just leaned over to the boy you assumed was Jack. Jack rolled his eyes and said, “Can I please go with Y/n?”

AJ chuckled, “Sure.”

You were slightly offended that Abe didn’t want you tattooing him, but it’s not like he’s the first to do that.

You lead Jack to a chair and starting gathering your materials.

“So, Jack, what are ya getting today?” You asked, focusing on the ink rather than his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I was thinking of a skull,” he explained. “Right here.”

Your eyes followed his pointer finger that was pointing at his left forearm.

You two sat in a comfortable silence as you gathered your materials.

You began to wipe of his arm, “So,” you started.

“So?”

“I gotta ask, sorry.”

“Continue.” He raised an eyebrow at you, his beautiful blue orbs staring at you.

“Why didn’t Abe want me tattooing him?”

Jack looked over at Abe, you was currently getting his chest shaved.

He sighed, “He assumed you didn’t have practice because you have no tattoos.”

You looked over at Ashley, her entire right arm was covered, along with another tattoo here and there on her body.

You had been tattooing two years longer than she, but Ashley is always getting new additions. You enjoyed making them rather than getting them.

“I would like to add that I don’t think that,” he smiled at you. “I’m sure you make badass tattoos.”

You stood up and grabbed a pair of gloves, “Who’s to say I don’t have tattoos?”

He gave you a curious look.

You smirked, grabbing the gun.

“Please elaborate,” he flashed you that gorgeous smirk. If he kept it up, you might actually die.

“I have a few…” you said. “You just can’t see them.”

He scoffed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Smooth,” you giggled, causing him to laugh too.

“But seriously, what tattoos do you have?”

You pressed the needle to his skin. He didn’t even notice, all of his attention was on your eyes.

“I have four,” you said simply.

“And what are they?” He continued.

“I have a sock on my ankle,” you said as he leaned over the edge of the chair to look. “It represents freedom. You probably don’t get the reference.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Of course I do. I’m not an uncultured bloke ya know?” He laughed. “What else?”

Your focus stayed on his arm, “I have a star on my shoulder. My sister has one identical to it.”

He looked at you, motioning for you to continue.

“And I have a quote on my hip.” You added.

“That’s only three,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat.

Jack noticed your muscles tense and the guilt started to rise. You grip on the gun tightened as your focus remained on his half-finished tattoo.

“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to tell me.”

“No it’s alright. Uh,” you grabbed the gun and started to shade part of his tattoo. “It’s my mom’s last heartbeat. It’s on my other ankle.”

Jack was mentally slapping himself. How could he be so bloody stupid? He should’ve quit while ahead.

“Listen, Y/n,” he started.

“No seriously Jack. It’s okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“Tell me about yours,” you added.

And he did.

He told you about the cross on his back.

And the God has a plan on his rib cage.

And the odd symbol on his right wrist which he admitted to getting while drunk and ‘I honestly have no idea what the fuck it is’. He found out about a week later that it’s the Egyptian symbol for life.

And how he got his birthday in Roman numerals.

“Alright,” you said, adding the final touch. “Here it is!”

He looked at it and frowned. Your heart sunk. It wasn’t what he wanted. You had just ruined someone’s life.

“What’s wrong?” You hesitated.

“Uh, nothing.” He shook his head. “I just feel like it’s missing something.”

You frowned as well.

“Okay, well let’s think,” you spun around in your chair and Jack laughed.

“What?” You smiled.

“You’re cute, that’s all,” he said, cheeks getting red.

“Oh thanks,” you were flustered. “So, why’d you get the skull?”

“To remind me that death is inevitable, and that I should go on tons of adventures so I don’t regret anything.”

You pondered, thinking of the perfect thing to add.

Suddenly it hit you, and you smirked at him.

“Do you trust me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.

“Do you trust me enough to add something?”

“Well what is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” you smiled.

He hesitated, “I swear to god if it’s a dick, I’m going to sue you.”

You chuckled, “I wouldn’t do that.”

He sighed, “Okay. Just make it look nice.”

You scoffed and grabbed the gun once again.

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After about fifteen minutes you revealed your addition.

It was a halo.

“Oh my god I love it,” he smiled. “How’d you think of it?”

“It’s to remind you that there’s always someone with you on the journeys to take,” you smiled. “You’re never alone.”

He smiled once again.

After you gave him the speech on keeping it clean, you walked him to the front.

You rung up his total at the register, “I’m not charging you for the halo.”

“What?” He said. “Why not?”

“Because it was my idea. Not yours,” you smiled, handing him his receipt.

Abe was standing by the door waiting for Jack.

“Thanks again,” he smiled. He turned and followed his friend outside. You watched him through the faint glass window as he walked down the sidewalk and out of view.

You turned and sighed as you began to pick up your station.

Never going to see him again. Should’ve asked for his number you idiot.

You thought to yourself as you disposed of the used needle.

The door chimed.

“Would he it be possible if I could get your number?” You heard the familiar accent.

You turned and saw Jack standing at the counter.

You smiled.

“Is really like to take you on a proper date.”

“Proper? Are you saying what we had today was a date?” You asked.

“It is if you want it to be,” he smirked.

You wrote down your number and handed it to him.

He gave you a toothy smile and left the tattoo parlor once again.

Who Do You Love More?

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing, Long AF, pretty shitty

Request: Can I have a Archie Andrews imagine asap? Where the reader is his ex and she comes back to riverdale after the summer and is best friend with b, v, and jug and arch still likes her and she still likes him. Anyway she finds out that he is with ms grundy and she says he need to figure out what he is doing with his life. You can figure out how it ends thanks xx

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“That's my girl”// Jack Maynard Imagine

Warnings: N/a

Word count: 825

Requested: no || Request are open

A/n: I have a lot of Jack Imagines on the way, I hope you dont mind! And for those of you who have requested imagines, they will be coming ! Love you guys !

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I walked into my flat building and walked into the elevator. I clicked the floor and walked down the hall to my flat. I heard from inside 3 voices I recognized. I smiled and unlocked the door. I looked to see there were balloons scattered around the flat and my boyfriend Jack, his brother Conor -and our friend Joe on the couch.  I laughed and put my stuff by the door.

 "Hiii,“ The boys yelled simultaneously in high pitched helium-fueled voices. I smiled. "Hey guys,” I smiled. “Come hereeee,” Jack said. “Hold on let me go take my contacts out,” I said. I walked into our room and changed out of my work clothes into leggings and a loose t-shirt. I walked to the bathroom, took out my contacts and wiped off my makeup. I then threw my hair up after putting my glasses on. (Glasses that are round and clear-ish frames and are too big for face)

 I walked back into the living room to see the boys taking a break from filming. Jack looked up at me and took a picture of me for his Snapchat. “Let me see ittt,” I said walking over to them. He showed it to me and I looked at it the caption reading ‘she is so beautiful 😍’  My face turned red. “Aww,” Joe teased. I gave him a dirty look playfully.  I laughed and laid across the boys. My feet were on Joe’s lap and my head on Conor’s lap. “Hey Con,” I smiled. I had always had a good relationship with Conor. He was my best friend. “Heyyy,” he said. “Hey no fair my turn,” Jack whined. I laughed sitting up so I was sitting on his lap and my legs were still on Joe’s. I looked to see that Joe was playing with the balloon.

 "Do you think if I stick this up my nose and blow helium into it, it would have the same effect as blowing it into your mouth?“ He asked. I laughed and shook my head. "Try it,” Jack laughed. Joe tried to put the balloon up his nose and we were all laughing. It didn’t end up working but we all laughed about it. Jack wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. I turned my head and quickly pecked his lips. “Ew,” Conor said. I smiled and kissed Jack again. “Can we finish filming? I’m so hungryyyy,” Joe complained. “Sorry Suggy,” I apologized, taking my legs off him and patting his head. He gave me a dirty look which made me laugh. I went to stand up but Jack held on to my waist. “I love you,” he said kissing my lips. “I love you too,” I smiled standing up. 

I walked into the kitchen and decided to order the boys pizza. I grabbed my laptop and sat on the floor across the room from the boys. I watched them for second and Jack made eye contact and winked at me. I smiled like an idiot and rolled my eyes playfully. I opened my laptop and worked on stuff that needed to be done for work. “I don’t fuck with you!” Joe sang. Jack and Conor both sang the next words but Jack got it first. Their laughs were contagious. I closed my laptop, not being able to work with all the noise. However, I didn’t mind one bit. I watched them as they played around with the balloons.

 "I can’t see why people look at me and only see the color of my face mm mm,“ Conor sang. I recognized the song immediately and smiled. Joe and Jack looked confused. "Is that from like Hairspray or something?” Jack asked. “Yeah I love that film,” Conor said laughing making Joe laugh. “The only reason I knew that is because Y/n love that film so much. It’s like an obsession,” he said. I shrugged. “I can’t help it. It’s just so good.” Jack laughed and did his outro. He turned the camera off and didn’t bother cleaning up his mess. 

There was a knock on the door. “I got it,” I said. I stood up and I opened the door and the pizza guy stood there. He looked at me, “That will be £16” I smiled slightly and walked back to my purse grabbing money. I heard a whistle come from the door. I turned around giving the guy a dirty look. “You must be wearing space pants because damn your ass is out of this league,” he said. 

Jack stood up, walking towards him. “Excuse me?” Jack said. “Actually their fucking baseball pants cause my ass is out of your league,” I said throwing the money at him. I grabbed the pizza and slammed the door. Joe and Conor were laughing their asses off. I looked at Jack to see he had a satisfied smile on his face. “That’s my girl,” he said pulling me into his arms.

The Silent Treatment- Soonyoung (Hoshi) Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by kwontv

Request: Hey there! I see you want requests and I’m here for one ewe I hope you can make an angst but at the end very fluffy scenario with Hoshi where you two have a fight and start no talking to each other? I know im not being specific, don’t hate me ;n; You’re the best♡

Word Count:1135

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member/Group: Soonyoung (Hoshi) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Every couple fights, some just choose to handle it in a more childish way than others.

A/N: Hey ya’ll! I have a few drafts that I am beginning to work on, so expect some future works for BTS. Anyway, Hope you all enjoy this a bunch! xx


 It all started with a simple fight, really. When Soonyoung had left that morning, he had asked you to clean a shirt that he needed for a company dinner that night, and you being the forgetful person you were, had completely forgotten saying ‘yes’ in a sleepy haze. Obviously, you had not put the shirt in the washer before you had left to go to University, so you arrived home to a fuming and frantic Soonyoung hurriedly trying to use his blowdryer to get the shirt mildly dry before he had to rush out the door to meet with the CEO. No words had been exchanged between you, only somber gazes you sent his way as he sighed and shook his head. Before you even knew what was happening, you were yelling and dropping your bag on the ground as you stomped to your room and flopped onto the bed.

 “It’s not my fault, Soonyoung! You know I can’t remember things when I am given instructions at 6 o’clock in the morning! Maybe you should have texted me like a responsible adult would!” Your words, though filled with emotions, fell on deaf ears.

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The One, Part 7

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

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Sweetness Part Three

Part Two

Y/N’s lips were formed in a pout as she sat in the small office of her and Harry’s home. Hers happened to be much more clean than Harry’s, up until today. Wedding binders, magazines, books, anything that held something to do with a wedding laid in front of her. Harry offered to pay for a wedding planner but she refused, she wanted it to be something special, to be just like how she had dreamed of it. Harry wanted it to be just how dreamed, he could care less if they married in a venue, on the beach, or in city hall, as long as she was happy.

Y/N sighed, looking at the watch on her wrist. She turned on the telly, switching to the channel that Harry’s interview would be airing. Harry had informed he was attending the after party for a bit, but she didn’t want to go, parties weren’t her things and she had been tired recently. Her graduation had happened last weekend and she was tired out from the graduation party her mother had thrown, then the one Anne had, then the one Harry had, so Harry had understood.

“So you and Ms. Y/N are getting married,” James smiled, showing a picture of the two.

It was one Harry had posted on his instgram, her arms around his shoulders, her chin resting on his shoulder, a smile on both of their faces, eyes bright and full of love. The picture was one of her favorites, it was taken on the sixth day they had spent together.

“Yes,” Harry smiled, “she just graduated last weekend, so now she is on full on planning mood. Figuring out who’s coming, and all. We want a small wedding.”

“Are you helping with planning?” James asked.

Harry laughed, shaking his head, “no, no, it’s all her. I’m not even allowed to pick my tux cause she doesn’t want it to be crazy, I did though get to pick the napkins,” Harry laughed, “so when you go James, make sure to tell her the napkins are the best thing.”

“Out of the whole wedding, the ceremony, you want me to tell the bride that the best thing is the napkins?” James asked.

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preference #1- how you met (marauders)

im actually kind of proud of this one :’)

James: The day you received your hogwarts letter was the day your life changed forever. You, being muggleborn, had never imagined yourself being a wizard. The only time you ever really heard of magic was when you read, which you did a lot. But now you were here, standing in front of the Hogwarts Express, nerves taking over you as your parents left after giving you a final goodbye. You climbed onto the train and tried to find an empty carriage and when you did you quickly put your luggage up, sat down with your book in your lap, and stared out the window until the train finally started moving out of the station. You were a little sad that you didn’t have friends or at least another person in the carriage that you could share the ride and experience with, but that feeling quickly dissolved when someone knocked on the carriage door. You turned your head quickly, startled by the sudden noise, to see a brunette boy, wearing glasses, returning your gaze. “Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if my friends and I sit in here? There weren’t any other carriages available.” You shook your head, grateful to at least have some company even if the four boys walking in might be noisy. You scooted over right against the window, and the brunette boy sat next to you, with his three friends across from the two of you. “I’m James, and this is Sirius, Remus, and Peter.” he said, gesturing to himself and the other three. “I’m (y/n), pleasure to meet you. Is this your first year as well?” They all nodded, muttering “yep”s and “mhm”s. “Would you like to hang out with us when we get there? You seem really pleasant to know.” said James, looking at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. You smiled shyly, nodding your head. “I’d like that.”

Remus: You stood up from your seat in the Great Hall, grabbing your shoulder bag full of books and parchment for your homework. You left dinner early, knowing very well that it would take hours for you to finish the load of homework you were given. It was crazy the amount you and your classmates were given, considering it was only the second week of the school year. As you walked out, you could see many other students had the same idea as you, getting up and leaving to their common rooms or the library to do their homework so they could get some rest tonight. You walked to the library, luckily being one of the first people there and getting a seat, immediately taking out your parchment and getting to work. -4 hours later- Rubbing your eyes out of tiredness, you put your finished homework back into your bag after what felt like forever. It was almost 10 pm, which seemed late, but you knew you were lucky as there were still many students packed in the library not even close to finishing their work. You walked down the halls to your common room, your head and sight cloudy from being so exhausted. Your walk clearly showed that you probably fall asleep standing if you really wanted to, that or it looked like you were failing at a straight line test. You turned a corner as you yawned, shutting your eyes and enjoying your peaceful yawn, until it was sadly interrupted when your body crashed into a much larger and muscular one. Your bag fell on the ground, your parchment scattering everywhere, and you were about to join its place on the ground when suddenly two muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up onto your two feet. “Woah, woah, woah! I’m sorry, love, are you alright?” Your eyes darted up to meet two beautiful green ones, returning your gaze, and suddenly you felt wide awake. “Y-yes, thank you. I’m sorry, that was my fault. I’ve just come back from the library an-” “Don’t worry about it love, let me help you with those.” He interrupted as he bent down to help you pick up your parchment. You felt your face heat up at the nickname he has apparently given you. He handed you half of the papers and you put them all together and quickly stuffed them back into your bag. The two of you stood up and he quickly met your gaze again, smiling. “I’m Remus.” he said, stretching out his hand to you. You shook it, returning the smile and replying, “(Y/n). Pleasure to meet you.”

Sirius: You frantically ran down the halls toward the quidditch pitch, where the try-outs were being held. You were going to be late which made you feel like you had no chance and that all the practice and lessons you had taken over the summer had been for nothing. You had always been interested in quidditch, although you were never really good at it, so you told your parents about your interest and they signed you up for lessons so you could make the school team and see how it went. You’d have to admit, you weren’t half as bad by the end of the summer and you thought you had a pretty strong chance of making the school team, but hopefully those chances wouldn’t be ruined by your timing. Rushing into the girl’s locker room, you changed, and made it out to the pitch with 2 minutes left to spare. You spent those minutes stretching and warming up on your broom, flying laps around the pitch. You had noticed some people in the stands watching and tried not to let your nerves get the best of you, thinking you might mess up or something stupid. The house captain blew his whistle, and you all huddled up to listen to him. They basically told you how they were very happy with the outcome of people and assigned you all positions, before starting a practice match to see how you all could actually play. You tried your best, flying swiftly around the field and feeling confident in your abilities. You made several points, making the people in the stands clap for you each time, and by the end of the match you were almost certain you would make the team. Your guess was right, and your captain had called your name first on the list. You left the pitch with a bright smile, and heard someone call you from behind. “Hey, you! Wait up!” You turned around to see a boy around your age, handsome may I add, jogging towards you. He caught up to you and smiled, his eyes locked on yours. “You were really great out there, amazing really.” You smiled even bigger and stretched a hand towards him, “Thank you, it really means a lot. I’m (Y/n).” He shook your hand, “I’m Sirius, and may I say your eyes are absolutely stunning. I’d enjoy looking at them again, how about this weekend at Hogsmead?” You blushed, looking down. “I’d love that.” He smiled wide, satisfied with your answer. “See you this weekend, (Y/n).”

“When I returned to Ted, he held a letter against the glass that he had written to me and Jim, thanking us for our representation. "I hope you liked me.” it said. “I hope this wasn’t just an unpleasant legal chore for you.” His note ended with, “I feel close to you now.” Because he was not permitted to pass anything to us at the time, the letter eventually went to Diana - along with his remains. 

At nine o'clock I rose to leave. To my amazement, I was propelled against the glass to kiss and hug Ted, as best we could. I didn’t know how I got there; it was a force from within, beyond my control. I left him alone with Diana for a final good-bye and walked out the door. I burst into tears and was surrounded by the waiting arms of Sergeant Cronoauer. I hadn’t cried in years. Ted’s aloneness, the final cruelty of not allowing him a personal visit with Diana, his closest friend, and the utter finality of our meeting welled up in me like a fireball and burst. I sobbed like never, ever before. When Diana came out, we cried together.“ - Ted and Polly’s last meeting on January 23, 1989.

What If I Told You

Warnings: Just Dan’s potty mouth

Genre: Fluff

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    Dan angrily stomped through the halls, his heavy backpack slowing him down, and a short girl, with blonde curly hair, rushing at his heels. He’d been trying to push off this conversation for days, however he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid it forever. Especially with his friend, Louise, basically being his second mother,

   “Daniel,” she called out, equality frustrated with Dan as he was with her, “you can’t keep avoiding the situation! It’s tearing you apart,” Louise smacked her hand on his shoulders and turned him around, “you need to tell him the truth already,” she spoke with a more gentle tone. Dan sighed and turn to his locker, turning the lock a few times, then pulling it open.

   “I know Louise, trust me I do, it’s just-” Dan bit his lip nervously, “Phil is my best friend, he has been since the beginning basically. I don’t want to ruin what we have now just because I have a selfish little crush on him,”

    Unfortunately for Dan, a little crush, was an understatement. In fact, Dan can barely stand close to the black haired boy without drooling everywhere. If anything Dan could ever love more than Phil, it would to be able to call Phil his. However, there was one small problem, Phil was straight.

   Louise sighed as she watched her close friend slump his shoulders in defeat, “Dan, honey, remember that we don’t know for fact that Phil is straight. He’s never said anything about his sexuality, and we know that he doesn’t have anything against homosexuals, considering both of you nerds cry over that silly ice skating anime together,” she finished her sentence with a giggle, knowing that would cheer Dan up slightly.

   Dan let out a weak laugh at that memory. Louise did have a point, but would it be worth it to have a possibly in ruining their friendship forever? No, not at all. Louise softly smiled at Dan,

   “Hey, Phil’s coming over to yours after school, correct?” Dan nodded, “Well, how about you tell him your feelings today,”

   Dan’s eyes got wide and he quickly shook his head, “No way Louise! I can’t lose him as a friend. Trust me, I’ll be more beat up if I don’t have him in my life rather than not having him in my arms,” Louise gushed at that,

   "Oh Danny, the love bug has bitten you hard in the arse,” she laughed as Dan’s cheek became flushed, “but listen, if Phil decides to not be your friend after you tell him, he’s not a very good one, is he?”

   He’d never thought of it like that. If Phil was really a good friend, he wouldn’t walk out on Dan after he just confessed his crush, “You’re right Louise,” Dan took a deep breath and closed his locker, “I’ll do it,”

   Louise jumped up and down excitedly, “Finally Dan,” she paused and the smile on her face turned into a serious one, “now don’t be afraid to call me if something goes wrong alright hun,” Dan smiled down at her and gave her a hug,

   "Of course Louise, and thank you,” Louise giggled and pulled away from the embrace, "It’s my job as your mum Daniel, it’s just the least I could do,” suddenly the bell rang, “I’ve got to get to class. I’ll see you tomorrow and please don’t chicken out Dan,” Dan rolled his eyes and waved goodbye as Louise began back down the hall. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to confess to his best friend? Dan was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, he pulled it out and a smile was suddenly glued to his face,

Phil🦁: Am I still coming over to yours after school?? (^ω^)

Dan: of course you spork Dan put his phone back into his pocket and sighed, this was going to be so hard.

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   Dan rushed inside his house and frantically began to pick up any mess that had been left there. Phil would be here any minute and to say Dan was terrified, would also be an understatement. He quickly made his bed, knowing they would be up in his room playing Mario Kart 8 the whole time. He quickly rushed down the stairs into the kitchen and poured a bag of chips into a plastic bowl.

   Then there was a knock at the door.

   Dan froze, “What is there to be scared of? He’s my best friend. It’s not like he’s coming over for a date…yet,” Dan thought to himself. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door, not before checking his hair in the hall mirror first.

   Dan opened the door, and his mouth dropped. Phil was wearing his ladybug sweatshirt, black skinny jeans, and his glasses sat almost perfectly on his nose. His black dyed hair was still straight even after a long day at school. This man was perfect, and Dan hated that he loved it so much. Phil smiled warmly at him and stepped inside, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack,

   “Let me guess, Mario Kart for two hours, then an anime marathon?” Dan grinned, this is why they were best friends,

   “Fuck yeah,” he closed the door and ran up the stairs, Phil following behind. Maybe the confession could wait until after video games.

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   The time they spent together went exactly how it did every time they hung out, however Phil could sense something was up. Considering he’d actually won at Mario Kart against Dan, and that never happens.

   As Dan walked back into the room after using the bathroom Phil sat up on Dan’s bed, his back resting against the head board, “Dan,” he said with a soft sigh, “what’s up? I can tell something’s wrong,” Phil saw Dan tense up and he frowned, he hated seeing his best friend in a mood. Dan shrugged,

   "Nothings wrong, why would you think that?” Dan spoke quickly and he began to fidget with his fingers.

   Phil motioned Dan over to the bed, urging him to sit down, “Because Dan, you’re my best friend I can tell when something’s on your mind,” he paused and giggled a little, “plus I won at Mario Kart. If Dan Howell loses to Phil Lester at Mario Kart, there must be a problem,”

   Dan smiled at his friend, “You just got lucky this time Lester,” Dan’s eyes darted across the room, “umm, so what anime do you want to watch?” Phil crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow,

   "Daniel, don’t try and change the subject. You can’t hide anything from me. I know you better than I know myself, and I know for fact that something is bugging you, now sit down and talk to me,” Dan’s eyes went huge, he hesitantly walked over to his bed and sat next to Phil, who was now criss crossed and staring right into his eyes. Oh how Dan could just get lost in his eyes.

   Dan shook the thoughts out of his head as he watched Phil looking him up and down, “I don’t want you to feel like you’re going through something alone, please talk to me Dan,” Dan took a deep breath, should he tell him the truth or make up a lie? No, Phil would easily be able to tell if he was lying…I guess he’d have to come clean now, “Phil, I have something I really need to tell you,” Dan examined Phil’s face for any sign of rejection, the only thing he saw was a loving, soft smile, and caring eyes. He could do this.

   Phil placed an encouraging hand on Dan’s knee as he tried to collect his words carefully, “I have a strong attraction towards someone,” Phil’s eyes suddenly lost all of their beautiful glow. Dan raised an eyebrow. Wait, what does that mean? Dan slowly placed his shaking hand on top of Phil’s, which was still resting on his own knee, “I’m so nervous to tell him though, because he’s my best friend and I’m fucking terrified of losing him. Plus I don’t even know his sexuality, so I’m probably taking things a little to far right now,” Dan said with a nervous chuckle, he started to remove his hand but was startled and he felt a smaller hand wrap tighter around his.

   Phil’s eyes were bright again, in fact, it looked like he might cry, “What if I told you, I was having the same problem?” Dan’s mouth dropped, this was too good to be true, “What if I told you that everyday I woke up terrified that I would never be able to kiss the person I liked because I thought they were straight,” Phil grinned and Dan blushed.

   Neither boy realized they were both leaning in, “What if I told you, that I really liked you and that I’m totally gay,” Dan whispered and giggled softly.

   He could feel Phil’s hot breath on his face, as he opened his mouth to answer, "What if I told you that I really liked you too and that I’m totally Bi,”

   "Then I guess I’d have to ask you to be my boyfriend,” Dan smiled. Phil tapped his chin in thought, then leaned his forehead against Dan’s.

   "Hell yes,” Phil said and Dan quickly brought their lips together. Both of them knowing that they’d probably spend the rest of their life’s together.

Show & Tell

Originally posted by xehunted

Genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

Pairing: Moon Taeil x Reader

*REQUESTED* “Hi! Can you do a scenario with taeil and you being acquaintances. You’re both shy so you get to know each other and become friends. He wants to get together with another girl so you help him with that by experimenting with intimate activities 👀but you realized you have feelings for him”

Summary: Taeil likes a girl that you have class with and, as your friend, he asks for advice. Being shy and slightly inexperienced, he asks you how to please a woman. So you decide that showing is better than telling.

The university was huge. You were sure to get lost. When your roommate suggested going to explore campus, you decided not to. That was a mistake and now you were lost, definitely lost. People walked past you, confident in their strides. You were sitting on one of the wooden benches, looking left and right, right and left. Cooper Building? Where the hell was that?

You were standing across from the cafeteria, but you had no idea how to get to class from here. Taking out your phone again, you looked at the campus map again. It made no sense to you. A few minutes later, you were still walking around campus. By now, it was pretty empty. The only people that were left were people who either didn’t have class or the people that were running late. You were positive that, right now, you looked like the clueless freshman that you were.

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I slipped my bikini bottom on, taking a quick mirror selfie in Kian’s room.

“You better not post that anywhere.” Kian said, glancing at me from the bathroom.

“It’s cute though.”

“Then take one with me.”

“Fine.”

Kian walked over an wrapped his arm around my chest and his other arm around me hip, smirking. I snapped the picture and quickly gave Kian a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll be down at the pool.” I said, opening the door, jogging down the stairs.

I walked into the kitchen, my feet padding against the tile floors echoing through the house. I pushed open the door and seen Jc, Ricky, Jack and Jack, Nash, and some other boys I didn’t recognize out there. Honestly thought Jc and Kian were done hanging out with Nash but I guess that’s me.

“Hey, (y/n)! You ready to get drunk?!” Jc smiled and brought me a fruity drink.

“Sure. Why not?” I grinned and took a seat down by the pool, sliding my legs into the water.

I posted mine and Kian’s photo into instagram, automatically getting likes. We’ve been dating for about six months now and everything is going amazing. I can’t believe he even asked me out anyways. It was actually at a party with about the same amount of people and actually some of the same people and everyone was either wasted, high, or even both. Anyways, Kian and I didn’t feel like getting intoxicated or fucked up so we started talking and now we’re here.

I looked back and seen Kian chatting along with the Jack’s whenever Jc walked over, taking a seat beside me.

“what’s up, (y/n)?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothin much. Chillin at the pool, getting some sun, thinking to myself.”

“Chill. So, I have something to tell you actually.”

“And that is?”

He sighed, giving me a quick hug. “It’s about Kian and before you go raising hell, wait till I finish the story.”

“Um…okay?”

“So, you remember that you and Kian met?” I nodded my head. “Well, you were the only girl that anyone was really interested in. Since half the boys heard that you were coming, they all did a bet. Anyways, Kian won the bet. So, the bet was if he can get you to date him, and if he can fuck you in the first couple of months, then he can keep you but if he can’t, he has to give you up.”

“Are you fucking serious?!”

I quickly stood up and walked over to Kian, placing my hands on my hip.

“So what’s this about me being a fucking bet?! Huh?!”

Kian’s eyes widened. “Fucking shit. What the fuck, Jc?! I told you not to tell her!”

“It doesn’t matter if Jc was suppose to tell me or not! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I was sitting here thinking you got some damn feelings for me but after all, you’re just another fuck boy! Fuck you, Kian! We’re over!”

I stormed past Kian, wiping away my tears so no one could see them.

“(Y/n) stop!” I ignored his voice and stormed upstairs, grabbing all my clothes out of his room. “Dude, fucking stop! I actually have feelings for you!”

“If you actually had feelings, you would’ve told me about the bet in the first place!”

I slipped on some sweats and threw on some vans high tops and jogged downstairs with Kian hot on my heels. I grabbed my keys off the table beside the door and flung the door open.

“(Y/n), please stop!”

“Leave me alone, Kian! I’m done!”

I unlocked my car and chunked my stuff in my backseat, looking back at Kian who had tears down his face. I sighed and shook my head, getting onto the front seat, backing away from everything.

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I scrolled through my instagram, sighing at mine an Kian’s photos. It’s been three months since I last saw him. I regret not talking it out but damn, what a complete dick way of being with someone. I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone in my pocket, ordering my drink from Starbucks.

“(Y/n)!”

I smiled and grabbed my drink, walking back over to my friend. I sat my drink down and quickly threw my hair up.

“How’re you doing?”

I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of my drink. “I could be better…” I looked out the window an seen a bunch of girls piled up at American Eagle. “I miss him.” I looked back over at her, causing her to sigh.

“I know sweetie, but he pulled a complete dick move on you. You didn’t deserve that at all.”

I rubbed my forehead, “I know, I know.”

“I think it’s for the best but who knows, he might realize what he did wrong and try to get you back. Maybe this little break was the best for him, to realize if you were what he wanted.”

“Possibly.”

I looked back over an seen the girls all still over there, making me wonder who was over there.

“Wow,” she laughed, “maybe a celebrity is over there.”

“Maybe.”

I continued watching an see a tall dark haired boy walk out.

“That looks like Jc..” I mumbled, moving my face closer to the glass.“

Next thing you know, Kian walks out, taps Jc on the shoulder and points over at Starbucks.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s Jc and Kian! What am I going to do?!”

“(Y/n) breathe!”

I breathed in an out, quickly covering my face when I heard the door open. I continued to look out the window, trying to keep my face hidden. My friend grabbed my hand, rubbing the back of it which calms me down. I breathed out and looked at her, taking a slow sip of my drink.

“(Y/n)?”

I looked over an seen Kian looking at me, his mouth slightly open.

“Hey Kian…”

“I’ll leave you two to it.” My friend mumbled, heading to the bathroom. Kian sat down in her chair and studied my face, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“You know,” he started, “I really did not mean for that ‘bet’ to end how it did. I already knew of you and I knew you were local and I was going to hit you up but of course, when I finally start thinking about it, there ends up being a bet about you and I was determined to win it. All I’ve been doing is thinking about you, how I could’ve changed that day that you left my house. But now, I’m here in Starbucks, spilling my all out to you. (Y/n), will you please take me back? I know you’ll be sketchy about it but I mean every word when I say that I actually do like you and I actually do want a future with you. So, whats your answer?”

I sighed, looking out the window seeing girls being pushed back and watching girls glare at me. I missed him. He obviously missed me.

“Kian, if I say yes, you have to promise me that you’ll be one hundred percent honest on everything that you do and say and you’ll answer one hundred percent honestly.”

“I promise.”

“Alright, yes, I’ll be your girlfriend again.”

Kian smiled and stood up, pulling me up into his chest. Kian engulfed me into a hug, kissing the top of my head.

“Lets take a picture.”

Kian angled his phone and snapped a picture of us.

“Hey Kian, we gotta go. What’s up (y/n)?”

“Hey Jc!”

“Alright man. Hey, come by my house later. Cool?”

I nodded my head. Kian leaned down and left a kiss on my cheek, making me blush. They both walked out onto the busy streets, leaving me there blushing.

“So I guess you two are good?”

I looked over at my friend and nodded my head. I got my boy back.

[Why I Love] - Chpt. 10

Negan x Addison 

[Summary: Negan can no longer handle the tension between him and Addison]

A/N: ( ̄ω ̄;)( ̄ω ̄;) – i’ve pretty much outlined my chapters up to this point, so it may take me some time before I post the next one, depending on how bad the writer’s block is hahaha xx 

Chapter 9 || Masterlist 

(gif by @normannipples

“What are you two doing here?” 

Naomi and Jade both stood in front of my door with mischievous smiles on their faces. Jade was holding onto three glasses, and Naomi revealed a bottle of wine she had hidden behind her. “We call it the new wife initiation” 

“New wife initiation?” I laughed. 

“Yep, you’re one of us now. I think that deserves a toast”. They walked inside, taking their seat on the floor. One of us now. That still sounds weird to me. Jade poured the drinks, as Naomi handed me a glass. 

“I just want you to know that you’ve got friends here” She admitted. I gave her a smile. She’s been so supportive and nice to me, even when I haven’t exactly reciprocated the same kindness. “You guys are awesome” I replied.  

The three of us toasted, taking a sip of our drinks. We were having a great time talking about life, love, and all the things we missed about the old world. The night and wine eventually turned us into three giggling girls, time passing by quickly without any of us realizing it. 

“So, have you and Negan…?” Jade raised her brows suggestively at me. 

“Uh..no” I admitted taking a sip of the wine, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. 

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part A)

A/N: Part 2, yo! I had to split this up into three letter parts, ‘cause I just couldn’t stop writing? 😂 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1) Hope you like it ❤️

After a celebratory dinner with yours and Ava’s families, the four of you- you, Chris, Ava, and Sebastian- headed to a popular Los Angeles nightclub downtown to celebrate the way the four of you knew how; with dancing, and a lot of cocktails, though Chris avoided the latter as he was the designated driver. Both Chris and Sebastian told you and Ava they’d buy you all the drinks you wanted; Sebastian’s wallet was safe as Ava wasn’t a big drinker, but you- on the other hand- took Chris’ offer very seriously. All the times you had to turn down drinks because you had class, or work the next day- well, you made up for it tonight. You were lucky because you had a loving fiancé, his best friend, and yours to look out for you while you got absolutely hammered; and they were lucky because you were a happy, chatty drunk. But still, at 2:57AM- Chris cut you off and called it a night, dropping Sebastian and Ava off at your apartment before driving the two of you back to his house. But not without going upstairs to grab a few things first, the notebook you gave him earlier that day included.

“And we’re home,” Chris turned to you as his car pulled to a stop. He chuckled when you gave him a toothy grin; your glazed eyes told him exactly just how drunk you were. “Okay, darling. How about we get you an Advil and put you to bed before you pass out?” He suggested. “Don’t touch anything,” he instructed when he saw you reach for the door handle; you pressed your lips together and withdrew your hand in a childlike manner. “Just-” he chuckled softly, “let me take care of your drunk ass, please.”

He got out of the car as you huffed, “I’m not drunk,” crossing your arms over your chest. You watched as he walked around the front of the car to your side, opening the door for you. You looked up at him and titled your head in confusion when you saw him holding out his set of house keys for you.

“You hold them, Y/N,” he spoke slowly, trying not to smile as he patronized you. “You use keys to-” You cut him off, snatching the keys only to drop them on the floor of the car. Chris laughed and you pouted, realizing you were disproving your earlier statement. “Here,” he swept them up off the carpet and pushed it back into your hand. “You hold on tight,” he told you as he tucked one arm under your legs and wrapped the other around your back, “to me and the keys. Okay, my love?”

“Wheeee,” you giggled when Chris scooped you into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he laughed as he closed the car door with his foot, walking the both of you to his front door. “I’m glad you’re here, Cap,” you slurred your words. “'Cause I don’t think Chris would be able to carry me, he’s not as strong as you are.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended,” Chris joked, earning another toothy grin from you. “I knew I should have given you a limit instead of setting you loose. I should’ve listened to your mom and kept you away from the Long Island iced tea, or should I say teas?” You nodded then laughed, though you understood about twenty percent of what he was talking to you about. “How many did you have again?”

“Mm…” You hummed as you pondered, counting the fingers on your hands. “I think two plus three minus two. So…” You stared at your hand, earning another rumble from Chris’ throat. “Three? I had three iced teas and they were very delicious,” you hiccuped then giggled. “About as delicious as you, Cap.” You booped his nose, drawing a soft chuckle which turned into a shoulder shaking laugh when you said, “but don’t tell my fiancé I said that.”

“You got it, doll,” he smiled. “We’ll keep that one between you and me, out of respect to your fiancé’s ego. Just out of curiosity, who would you rather marry? Me, or Chris Evans?” He asked you. “Okay, think you can manage to unlock the door?” He beckoned his head at the keys in your hand and you leaned forward to fumble with the lock. “I can put you down and do it if you want.”

“I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat,” you answered his first question as you successfully unlocked the door. Chris seemed slightly taken aback by your quick answer, and before he could ask for a reason- you explained your decision, “he’s perfect. I know he’s not an Avenger, and he doesn’t spend his time saving lives around the globe and protecting earth from aliens and super villains. But,” you emphasized, then paused and smiled as you continued. “It doesn’t matter because he saved this life,” you pointed to yourself, poking yourself in the nose. “He saved me. From myself, from loneliness, from…” you sighed with a smile. “Just- he saved me from all the bad in the world. So yeah, I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat.”

Chris smiled at the honesty and sincerity of your answer, an answer he loved because you’d said all that while you were drunk off your face. Like you’d told him numerous times before, and wrote in your mini series- “drunk minds always speak for a sober heart.” Of course he knew you loved him, but it was always nice to know how much. “He’d marry you in a heartbeat too,” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Who?” You quizzed as Chris walked the two of you inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. The noise woke Dodger, drawing him out of the living room and into the hallway. “Dodger!” You squirmed and Chris lowered you to your feet, grasping your arm and stabilizing you when you stumbled in your heels. “Hi buddy,” you sat on the floor, hugging the pup.

“Keep her preoccupied, bud,” Chris told Dodger, his hand on the front door handle. “I’m just going to grab our things, okay? Please don’t be like the you in the story and break things,” he smiled when he heard you giggle. “I’ll be right back. Watch her like a hawk, Dodge.” With that, he walked back out to his car to grab your overnight bag and the notebook.

Oh, that notebook. Chris was excited to read it. As tired as he was, he was going to read it all before he went to sleep. The entire night, the possibilities of the content had been playing in his mind. He remembered you telling him that you started working on it before he knew your name, so it was going to be interesting to see the difference in your writing as your relationship with him progressed. That, and he just loved reading anything and everything you wrote. You had a way with words that spoke directly to his mind, his heart, and his soul. You were a drug he’d fallen victim to, except you were the good kind that did him no harm.

“Babe?” Chris called when he came back into the house to find you and Dodger no longer where he’d left the two of you. “Please don’t be in the kitchen picking up a broken glass.” He mumbled as he headed into the kitchen, letting a sigh of relief escape his lungs when he didn’t see you there. “Dodger?” He called with hope he’d bark, but nah dah. He made his way upstairs and after looking in his study and the guest room, he found you in his bedroom. You were fast asleep; Dodger was under your arm with his head on your stomach. “I knew I could count on you, bud.”

Chris walked over and gently lifted your arm, beckoning Dodger off the bed so he could lift you and tuck you under the covers. Once he did that, he took your glasses from your face and set them down on your bedside table. He kissed your forehead then turned off the lights, sliding your heels under his bed so you wouldn’t trip over them when you woke up. “It’s okay, you can get back up.” He told Dodger, who quickly rejoined you on the bed. “Look after my girl for me,” he instructed his best friend then exited the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Chris had a shower in the main bathroom, rather than his ensuite as he didn’t want to disturb your much needed sleep. You were going to wake with a terrible hangover in a few hours, he didn’t want to speed up a process that would only torture you. He slipped on his bathrobe then settled on his couch with the notebook in his hand. He was both excited and nervous. There could only be good things about him, right? Surely you wouldn’t give it to him if what was inside was something terrible. He shook his head with a smile when he realized he was a lot like you when it came to overthinking, perhaps that was why the two of you worked.

Carefully, Chris flipped open the front cover of the notebook. On the first page where a little detail box asked who the book belonged to, you wrote in a blue with your perfect handwriting: “Chris Evans: actor, director, and an inspiration.” Under that, scribbled in a red and dated the day after you spent the night with him for the first time: “also, the greatest love I will have in this lifetime and any lifetime after.” Chris’ smile reached his eyes as he ran his finger over your words, silently agreeing with you. It was too early in the notebook to start crying, but his vision was starting to get a little blurry already. He rubbed his right eye with his finger, remembering what you told him about what tears meant depending on which eye it came out of first; the right eye was happy, and the left eye sad. He turned the page and came to one titled 'Introduction’, his hand smoothed over your penmanship and he smiled. He took a deep breath then started to read.

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Part 2B

Sparks Chapter 18

Originally posted by imarielarriaga

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 4.8K

Summary: y/n and Bucky infiltrate a lab. y/n confronts Bucky about the kiss. Bucky being overprotective. y/n being too strong and independent for her own good.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendshipand then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 67,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Destinations (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Prompt166 - “I’m so stupid for making the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

Words: 2000

A/N: Hey guys, I’m finally back! I know it’s been like 6 days (i’m sorry!). I have exams this week and next week so I’m not sure how much I’ll be writing. I’ll try to do some stuff but school comes first! Anyways, enjoy!

“Close your eyes!”

“Why?”

“Just do it Jared!”

“Fine.” He grumbles, but relents and closes his eyes.

I grab his hand, sending tingles through my body, and lead him up the stairs and into his room.

“Okay, open them!” I say, standing aside and watching him as he sees my masterpiece. I had filled his room with streamers and balloons as a little birthday surprise.

“Happy birthday!” I exclaim.

He smiles at the colorful decorations adorning his room, tossing an orange balloon at me, “It’s amazing, Y/N. Thanks.” He gives me a little side hug but I rush out of his grasp and over to his desk.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet!” I say, grabbing the piece of paper off the table and handing it to him.

“Jared Kleinman’s Birthday Extravaganza?” He reads, throwing a confused glance at me.

“Keep reading!” I urge, my smile widening.

“Since it is the birthday of my bestest friend - ‘bestest’ isn’t a word, Y/N.” Jared critiques.

“It’s a joke, Kleinman, now shush and read!”

“My bestest friend, Jared Robert - Oh my god, how many times have I told you not to use my middle name!”

“Oh my god, shut up Jared!”

“Jared Robert Kleinman; I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, have planned the biggest, most amazing birthday celebration in the history of the world to appreciate him and his 17 years of life.” He looks up, significantly confused.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for part one of the Jared Kleinman Birthday Extravaganza!” I call out, heading out the door with Jared close on my heels.

“Where are we going?” He asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

“If I told you, that would ruin the surprise and the Jared Kleinman Birthday Extravaganza would be ruined.” I said, climbing into the car and starting it up. Jared gets into the passenger side

“Are you gonna keep calling it that every time?”

“Probably.”

Jared groaned, but I could see the smile he was trying to hide.

We drove to destination #1, Jared trying to get any information about the day’s events and me refusing to relinquish any information.

“Okay, we’re here!” I say, climbing out of the car after parking in front of the old bowling alley. This place must have been here for at least half a century. The bowling shoes were ripped, the balls scuffed and scraped, the old white paint chipped off the walls and half of the lights illuminating the lanes were broken. But, Jared and I still loved it.

“The Rock N’ Roll Bowling Alley?” He asked.

“You know why?” I asked, a mischievous look in my eye

He thinks for a second before it hits him, “7th grade. Suzanne Roberts’ birthday party. The first time we met.” he recites, laughing softly.

“You somehow threw your ball into my lane and messed up my shot.” I laughed.

“You went crazy, I thought that was the last time I’d ever see the light of day!” He chuckled. I shove him gently before walking into the alley.

We choose the same lane as always, tucked away in the corner in between the broken crane machines and the closed snack bar. Jared goes to set the scoreboard up and I start putting on my shoes. My big toe pokes through a hole in the top of the shoe, exposing the tip of my blue sock.

We bowl for a little over an hour with only a few mishaps, including Jared accidentally going onto the lane and slipping and me rolling at least half of my shots into the gutter (“I told you we should have uses bumpers!” Jared exclaims. “Nonsense! I’m doing fine!” I insist, as yet another ball veers to the side and clangs against the gutter.)

Jared ends up winning, like always, with two times my amount of points.

“I’ll get you one day Kleinman, you wait and see.” I warn him, pulling off my bowling shoes and slipping my feet into my converse.

“Good luck with that, Y/L/N.”

We place our shoes on the counter and walk out of the building, the hot summer air hitting us like a wall. This time, Jared doesn’t ask where we’re going and gets straight into the car.

“I still can’t believe you did all of this.” Jared chuckles.

“You’re my best friend Jared, I’d do anything for you.”

“Yup, just friends.” He mumbles under his breath. What does that mean?

I keep driving and turn into the parking lot of the next destination. Jared laughs as it comes into view, recognizing the mini golf course. “Monster Mini Golf. The first time just the two of us hung out.” I could feel his eyes on me while I parked. I dig around the floor of the car for my bag, stuffing all my shit into it. I didn’t realize that Jared had already left the car and was opening my door for me. I hop out and blush, slinging my backpack over my shoulders and heading to the building with Jared at my side. 

We walk into the building, letting our eyes adjust from the sunny outside to the dark interior of the building. The course had a haunted theme, zombie and vampire statues were erected around the holes and creepy pictures hung on the walls. A black light lit up the room, making my white shoes glow in the dark. It was pretty corny, but we loved it.

We grab our clubs, pick out golf balls (blue for Jared and orange for me) and head into the maze of lanes.

“God, I haven’t been here in forever.” Jared comments, placing his ball down for the first hole.

“I know, almost 4 years now.” I watch as he swings to hit the ball and misses horribly, flinging his club across the room. We burst out laughing at Jared’s horrible fail. We silence ourselves as an angry employee stomps across the room, grumbling about safety and respect as he hands Jared his club.

We continue through the course until we’re at the last one. I hated this room. It was filled with weird creatures that would pop out at random times, yelling and talking. Jared noticed my sudden silence and wide eyes almost immediately.

“We can skip this one if you want.” Jared says softly, touching my arm. I jump at his touch and quickly shake my head.

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.” He looks at me one last time before placing his ball down and taking his shot. Right as he hits the ball, a door bangs open and an animatronic doll pops out of the wall, laughing deviously before going back through the door it came.

I scream and drop my club, the jump scare taking me by surprise. Jared drops his club and wraps his arm around me, startled by my sudden outburst. I burry my head in his stomach and calm my racing heart. Jared picks up our clubs and leads me out of the room without finishing the course, his arm still wrapped around me. I turn red, both from getting scared so easily and Jared’s arm holding me fast to him.

“I’m driving.” Jared states, taking the keys from me.

“But, it’ll ruin the surprise.” I moan.

“This day has been amazing, I don’t need a surprise destination to make it better.” He says, squeezing my shoulder.

He opens the passenger door, motioning for me to get in (which I reluctantly do). I hand him the slip of paper with the third destination on it, which he scans quickly before smiling and starting the car. We drive in silence, the radio playing quietly in the background.

We pull up to the retro building, the familiar neon sign advertising “Mario’s Arcade” blinking obnoxiously. We climb out of the car and I gravitate towards Jared, walking so close to him that our shoulders occasionally bump. 

“Mario’s Arcade?” He questions, not understanding the significance of this particular spot.

“The place I realized you were my best friend. The one person I knew I could always rely on.” I finish, looking down at the floor. 

Jared links his arm through mine, smiling and pulling me through the glass doors. The little bell over the door rings as we walk in. After being greeted by Mario himself, we head through the maze of vintage arcade games. A couple people were scattered around the room, two boys and a dad with his two daughters. I smile as I pass them, their faces shining with happiness as they played Pac-Man with their father. When I turn away, I am met with Jared staring straight at me, a calm smile clinging to his face.

“Race you to Space Shooter!” I yell out, sprinting towards the back of the room. Jared follows behind me, close on my heels. I make it to the machine first, thanks to my head start, and slip in the coins to play. 

Jared came up behind me, looking over my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist so he could reach the keys to help me out. I froze, noticing how close our faces were.

Not that I was complaining.

We ended up hanging out at the arcade for hours. We left and got back into the car, driving along the dark, empty roads. Jared had volunteered to drive so I sat in the passenger seat, exhausted from the day’s events.

“So, how was the Jared Kleinman Birthday Extravaganza?” I say softly.

“Amazing.” Jared says, looking over at me, “The best birthday I’ve ever had.

I smile, my heart overflowing with happiness and love.

“We should get ice cream.” I mumble, half asleep.

“At 11 PM?” Jared chuckles.

“Time is a social construct.” I retort.

“Can’t dispute with that, now can I.” He says.

Five minutes later, we sit in the car in the parking lot of Carvel, ice creams in our hands. I pull my knees up and sit cross legged on the seat, happily eating my chocolate ice cream. 

I look at Jared. The moonlight was set to him perfectly, making him look like a teenage heartthrob in a corny romantic movie. His hair was slightly disheveled from our long day and his glasses lay crooked on his nose. He catches me staring and I quickly look down into my ice cream cup, taking a bite.

“Hey,” He begins, “I was wondering if you… If you wanted to… Never mind.“ He shakes his head, a frown replacing the smile that had stuck to his face the whole day.

“What’s up, Jared?”

“Never mind, I’m stupid, forget I said anything”

“You’re not stupid!” Jared glares at me, unconvinced, “Okay, sometimes you can be a bit of an idiot, but I’m sure that’s not the case this time.”

He chuckles, stirring his partially melted ice cream around his cup. Condensation builds on the outside of the paper cup, dripping down his wrists like tears.

“Just, tell me why you’re ‘stupid’ and I’ll be the judge of whether it’s true or not.” I decide, extremely curious about what was going through his head right now.

He contemplates for a second, before a sudden flash of bravery hits him. All the sudden, he’s leaning towards me and placing his lips on mine. I’m too shocked to move and before I know it, he’s pulling away and restoring the distance between us. 

“I’m stupid for making the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” He states simply.

I sit there, stunned and still processing what just happened.

“I’ve made my decision.” I start, “Turns out, you’re not as stupid as you think, Kleinman.” I lean in this time, crashing my lips against his. I feel him smile through the kiss, his hands flying to the back of my head and mine placed on his cheeks.

We break away, leaning back against our seats in silence.

“Thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t return the favor.” Jared sighs in relief. I laugh before grabbing his hand.

“I love you, Jared.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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Prompt: teen!lock au; M thinks shes crushing on JW and after failing to catch his attention (for JW likes gutsy, outgoing, confident, poised girls which M is certainly not) M decides reluctantly but out of desperation to ask J's best friend SH (who she hates on principle for being a cold asshole) to help her become J's dream girl. SH seeing the childish overly cheery lost cause before him agrees with a sneer (not one to back down from s challenge). But the more he helps her with her 1/2

2/2 Metamorphosis the more he realizes he actually likes the cheerily childish but full of fun and love girl, while Molly discovers that the cold asshole isn’t so cold after all but can be quite sweet and funny. And they actually have a lot of shared interests. Can end up with M/J (failed awkward) date as J finally sees M but M already pining for S who is in a jealous and depressed fit as the date take place. In the end M and S end up together :)

This 2 part prompt is pretty complex for a mini fic prompt. So I hope you don’t mind, anon, that I cut it up and tweaked it quite a bit. In general I’d say I’m going for more of what the second half of the prompt outlines. The settup is teen!lock, and it’s right before uni time for all of them. And Sherlock and John have a flat together…basically because it just helps the plot lol. Enjoy! ;D


“Look, all I’m asking is that you try to be civil,” John said to his best friend while buttoning his shirt and checking his hair in the mirror. “Honestly, I think you’ll like her. She’s…well, I think she’s probably the first girl in a long time that I really genuinely have a lot in common with. She wants to be be a doctor as well!” John was trying his best to make her sound thrilling. “And besides that, she’s adorable and sweet and just…well, she’s just really nice.”

“I can hardly wait,” was the only response Sherlock offered, still focused on the contents of the dish he was holding. 

John rolled his eyes at Sherlock’s sarcastic words. “Listen, if you don’t want to bother with her then just go to your room and keep to yourself so I can at least enjoy her company. And I’m not sure if we’re getting take away or eating at a restaurant, but either way I can get you something.”

Sherlock shrugged. “Not hungry.”

A knock at the door made John rush to answer with one more warning glance at his friend.

“Molly, hi!” John greeted warmly. “Take you coat?”

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