LOOK AT THE LITTLE SPARKLES ON HER FACE

moonlightquit  asked:

LOOK AT THE PHOTO MORE CLOSELY...They are naked?! Um Hiro, are you saying this whole time Gajeel and Levy have been doing naughty things?? Also RBOZ is doing a mini comic/comic for the picture!!!!

dude you have no idea how long I’ve been staring at that piece of perfection, they are naked as fuck, they have no clothes, Gajeel is really up in her personal space like really up in her personal space and Levy looks like she is about to have the time of her life with her man’s dick in her.

look at how happy they are being in each other’s presence with nothing but skin and air between them.

I put this on twitter but for fun’s sake lemme put it here too

Beautiful bitch’s titty is out

I do not doubt for a second that they’ve been having intimate fucking for a while now. Taking away the fact that they consensually spent a year together, a year that we don’t know exactly what happened other than the fact that they were in the council and their feelings for each other obviously grew, Mashima’s a troll and has left clues to dot together:

the first clue was this fucking blanket scandal controversy I wasn’t in the fandom when this chapter came out but i did my research and went through fairy tail confess for help as well so i know what shit went down with Gajeel being shirtless and Levy in her tank top pajama, they were the only ones in bed

lemme just bring up the fact that if Levy was asleep and barely waking up in fairy hills, you know the only known residence of hers, then when Irene’s shit wore off, and people assumingely ended up at the place they were when the war began, wouldn’t she have been near Erza and Wendy? She wasn’t she was right next to Gajeel and Lily.

second, this dirty ass innuendo, where we see Gajeel’s sparkling eyes for Levy for the first time 

that position with his arm looks familiar If he meant that with no kind of double entendre we would’ve known from Levy’s expression and Im sure she would’ve been pissed and pulled her “Gajeel’s being a stupid fuck” face  aka my favorite levy face but 

she’s cool with it, like “okay he’s going to throw me in jail alright it’s cool, this is normal, code for he’s going to fuck me”

third, the one spoken at the most heartbreaking moment 

specifically: 

gonna say this with a little bit of sex ed. Ok so Gajeel wants kids with Levy, kids, two children, twins, offspring, the common product of unprotected sex. In order for Gajeel to want a family with Levy he has to want to fuck her. Let me repeat, he needs to have sex with Levy in order to get the kids he wants. More vulgarly, Gajeel needs to put his dick inside of Levy’s pussy in order for Levy to get pregnant, something that Gajeel wants. Again, Gajeel needs to stick his penis inside of Levy’s vagina, make friction and have that penis ejaculate sperm which will then swim up Levy’s uterus and fight to be the first one inside of Levy’s egg which has to be attached to Levy’s fallopian tube, waiting to be fertilized  i got a B in human biology i forgot if this is how it happens but google is free so feel free to correct me, Im just going by memory rn. idk if the twins are supposed to be identical or fraternal but either way for fraternal, two eggs have to be fertilized by two sperm and for identical, one sperm penetrates one egg which will then split as the pregnancy progresses.Ok and this is based on my own view point, people can have a different viewpoint on this but for me I would have to be in an intimate relationship with someone before i think about having kids with them, idk if either Gajeel or Levy are the same way but that’s just me.

this is the one that convinced me that they’ve had sex before and that Levy likes being on top

their reunion was eye opening to me, it surprised me just how comfortable they were in this position as if they’ve done a million times before, there was no embarrassed blushes and constant apologizing for invading personal space, Levy wanted to be in Gajeel’s personal space and vice versa,

their reaction and actions after this just proved how normal this was to them

as if they weren’t just in a position where Levy looked like she was riding him, they’re not mortified, they’re not embarrassed that there was people around who saw their reunion and intimate position. 

i got no idea where the hot springs pictures go here to be honest, i don’t think they were necessary and i get it wasn’t Gajeel’s fault stupid ichiya but it was still uncomfortable for both of them I bet, they weren’t able to enjoy it because they didn’t want to be in that position at that time, it was not consensual on both parts, again i saw stupid ichiya but yeah other than that i dont know

I hope hope that Mashima gives us more in regards to them and their relationship status and how long they’ve been together but we just have to wait and see.

oh dude and you don’t even know how hyped i am about Rusky doing some art for this and I am looking forward to any fanfic or art based on that very picture because it is perfection and should be in the Louvre, Mona Lisa who??

added bonuses just to show that Levy loves Gajeel’s titties Gajeel knows this too as alluded in the “a future” panel where Levy has her hand on his upper titty:

^^this one just made me realize that they’ve lain together like that.

and Im sorry this post got so long I got carried away with this but I have a lot of feels about these two people being naked together

KAI PARKER X READER


Broken

Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤

gif not mine

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it. 

“Aghh!”

The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.

“Hi.”

The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.

“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.

“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.

“You too,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.

“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.

“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.

“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.

She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily. 

“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.

“From?”

“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.

“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”

She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.

Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.

She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.

“Running,” he mimics her.

He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.

“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.

He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.

“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”

The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”

“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.

Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.

“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.

She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.

“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.

That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.

He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…

“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.

“H-how did you know?”

“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.

“Kai,” she begs.

He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.

“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”

The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.

“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.

“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.

Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.

“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”

He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.

“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”

“And how would you know?”

“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”

Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.

Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.

“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”

“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.

He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.

She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.

He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”

“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”

He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.

“Not alone,” he breathes.

The Diplomat.

//Jerome x Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is Oswald Cobblepot’s younger sister; she is the definition of innocence. She helps him with the social stance to negotiating, and is with him while he is trying to negotiate with one of the newest, most hyped criminal. Jerome Valeska.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Threats, language, slightly flirtatious Jerome.

Need to know: Set after Jerome’s revival, as he has more power, etc. (Also, I don’t have many revived Jerome fics.)

Title: The Diplomat. //

“Now, listen y/n,” Oswald says as he hobbles towards the gigantic garage door. “I don’t want you to have to do this, but if you do, I’d feel more comfortable if you had this.” He turns to her, pressing a gun to her palm, urging her to take it. Y/n sighs softly, staring down at the sleek black gun.

“I’d rather not, Oz, I think I’ll be fine…I’ve never needed one before.” Y/n says tentatively. Oswald’s head tilts as he stares down at her, and his head shakes, his mouth open slightly.

“Y/n, please do this for me.” Oswald’s eyes searches y/n’s. “These are bad people, y/n. If shit hits the fan, they won’t care who is armed and who isn’t. They’ll shoot you, y/n. So, take the damn gun.” He hated being harsh towards y/n but sometimes he didn’t have a choice. A small, irritated sigh slips past y/n’s lips as she grabs the gun from him, instantly flicking the safety on. Although Oswald knew y/n wasn’t really upset with him, he still felt guilty. He knew she could take care of herself, but it was always more a question of would she. Oswald dusts of his jacket, stands slightly straighter, and knocks his umbrella -which he uses as a cane- against the door five times, then four, and finally one. The door creaks and groans, and then lurches upwards slowly, the whole way squeaking as it rolls up. Oswald motions with his head for everyone else to enter first. They move forward as Oswald does, followed lastly by y/n.

Once she’s in the storage unit, the door closes- much quicker than it had opened. The slightly pale ginger stands up with a flair, his permanent smile widening as he moves forward to greet them.

“Hello, Oswald.” He says, his voice gruff as he stretches out his hand. Y/n moves forward, holding out her hand to shake his too, but his gaze merely stops on her for a second. His eyes light up slightly, and he withdraws his hand.

“Yes, hello.” Oswald says hastily. Jerome’s gaze flicks down to the gun in y/ns hands, and his eyebrows shoot up as he turns over to Oswald, his eyes sparkling as he tilts his head.

“You shouldn’t give toys to little kids; not toys like that,”

“I’m not a kid.” Y/n mumbles, not looking over at him. His eyebrows shoot up even higher as he whirls around to face her.

“Ah, she speaks!” He claps his hands together once, and moves in front of her, staring down at her. “Oswald, what is it that you wanted?” He continues, moving too fast for y/n too keep up. He turns around, spinning in a circle, stopping when he stands in front of him. “Because as you kn-ackaugh.” He pauses, his whole body wrenching as a look of pain crosses his scarred face, his eyes closing tightly. Jerome clears his throat roughly, his body again spasming. He cranes his neck up, arching his back slightly as he stretches his neck, his head rolling from side to side. When his eyes finally do open, they roll over to peer at y/n before he laughs roughly. “Sorry about that- being stabbed in the neck will do that to you.” He taps his wrist, staring down at y/n still. “Why did you take her here?” He moves forward quickly, and a look of panic crosses Oswald’s face. Jerome reaches out, grabbing her chin gently and moving her head up and down, side to side, examining her face. “This isn’t exactly what I was expecting in payment, but…”

“I am not trading you my sister!” Oswald hisses, moving forward violently. One of Jerome’s lackeys moves forward quickly, restraining Oswald as Jerome hops away from y/n, a shrill, loud laugh erupting from him.

“It was a joke,” he wheezes, grasping his sides as he bursts into another fit of rough, high pitched laughter. “Can’tcha take a joke, Oswald?” He grins at him, and holds his hands up quickly. “Look, I’m not here to make enemies.” A short, bubbly laugh flies past his lips once more before all expression leaves his face. His eyes burn as he looks at Oswald and y/n. “Unless you want to make enemies.” He casts his gaze over to y/n once more, smiling brightly. “Hey there, sweet cheeks. Be a doll and give me your gun?”

“Don’t talk to her like that Jerome!” Oswald explodes, staring at Jerome, murder written in his eyes.

“Oswald, stop.” Y/n says, holding her arm out in front of him. She steps forward, locking gazes with Jerome as she holds up her gun. His eyes only leave hers every few seconds to look at the gun. “This?” Y/n asks, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“Yes, that gun. Is there another damn gun would I be talking about?” He growls. Y/n pulls her other arm away from Oswald and holds the gun out to Jerome.

“Just calm down, okay?” She meets his gaze once again. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Ha! Hard to believe, with your brother over there.” Jerome barks out a laugh, eyeing the gun but not taking it.

“Jerome.” Y/n says firmly. Something about the way she speaks compels Jerome to meet her gaze. “I don’t want any trouble, Jerome.” She moves forward, grabbing Jerome’s hands. At this point, all of his followers are tense, fingers on their triggers. Y/n nudges Jerome’s hands open gently, placing the gun in them. He stares down at her, his eyes darkening as he grips on to one of her wrists tight, tossing the gun across the room with his other.

“You’re brave for someone so quiet.” Despite all the angry noises coming from Oswald, Jerome reaches out and strokes y/n’s cheek. “So, gentle,” he murmurs, every feature on his face softening. As y/n feels herself getting lost in Jerome’s eyes, her heart pounds quickly.

“And you don’t seem very dangerous for the most infamous criminal in Gotham.” She comments, tilting her head so his hand is cupping her face more, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right?”

Jerome pulls away from her, his whole-body stiffening. “That’s exactly right, doll.” He waves his hand in the air. “Just, do whatever you’d like, Oswald. We can team up whenever, you need a favor, I’m your guy, you need supplies; I’m your guy. Take whatever you want now, we can just get more.” Oswald’s jaw drops open, and one of Jerome’s followers turn to him.

“Bu- but Jerome, are you-” His voice is silenced by the bang of a bullet as it sinks through his skull. Jerome stares at his gun in shock, as if he hadn’t known it was loaded, and then tosses it aside carelessly. He turns back to y/n one more time.

“Do me a favor,” he says softly. “Don’t trust anyone but your brother. He’ll take care of you, he’ll keep you safe.”

“Well, can’t I trust you?”

“No. Come to think of it, I don’t want you coming around here again.”

“Well, why not? Maybe I want to come down here some more.” Jerome swallows roughly.

“I can’t have you around me. You’re going to stay away from me.”

“I don’t have to do what you say.” Y/n says, easily getting fed up with his sudden coldness towards her. “You barely even know me, what’s your deal?”

“I know that I’ll like you, y/n. I know that I’ll love you, in fact. That can’t happen, y/n. It can’t.

“Maybe I want it to happen,” she calls out, shocking Jerome and Oswald. They both turn to look at her, jaws slack.

It can’t! When people like me, like your brother, when we care about people, they get used as leverage. Your brother let you out of the house much?”

“No…no?”

“My point exactly. If people knew he cared for you, knew he was your sister…you’d be dead in an instant, doll.” Jerome laughs, and turns around. “So, I’ll say it again; you aren’t coming back around here. Oswald, get her out of here.”

As y/n leaves, she makes a silent promise to herself.

She will visit him again.

She wants to see him again, and they’ve only just met. She’s already infatuated.

Touch (Yoongi/Reader/Taehyung)

Hogwarts!AU Mini Series | One · Two · Three

Originally posted by theseoks

Genre: Smut - Hogwarts!AU

Words: 2.9K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: It was practically set in stone that Gryffindor and Slytherin students weren’t meant to get along, and they often didn’t, not until locked away in the same room as one another with a common task at hand.

Tags: Taegi, threesome, dirty talk, cum play, cream pie, oral, spanking, male/male interactions, voyeurism, use of sex toys, mutual masturbation, etc.

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


Keep reading

Janeli and Megan

It’s snowing which is how she knows her lover is lying to her. Janeli is the only one who sees the flakes falling from the coffee shop ceiling, the only one who feels the bite of their chill on her skin, the only one who can see the way they fade away to nothing just a moment before they hit the ground.

She wraps the scarf around her neck more tightly, lets the hand-knitted wool turn her skin red, and taps her nails on the table.

Megan looks back at her with soft eyes, hands wrapped loosely around her tea (non-caffeinated). She looks like she’s telling the truth, calm and collected as she always is, but she’s not.

Janeli realizes that Megan doesn’t know that lie detecting is one of her skills. She can’t imagine how she doesn’t know–unless she thinks she’s doing something to stop Janeli from telling. She sniffs the air and smells magic–ozone and licorice, not her scent. She feels a curl of jealousy, of something dark and possessive, of something not human stirring in her DNA. Megan had gone to someone else for a glamor. Someone else had laid magic on her. Megan is hers in the only way a lover can belong to you. Intimately. Without restrictions or bars or–

Lies.

“You don’t love me anymore,” Janeli repeats. Her voice is flat.

Megan meets her eyes evenly, body still loose. “I don’t.”

The snow begins to fall faster, small flecks of white swirling around them.

Janeli leans back and crosses her arms over her chest. The words hurt, of course they do, but they’re a lie. Why? “So you want to break up.”

“I do,” Megan says. Her eyes flick to the right, over Janeli’s shoulder, and then back again. As if she’d wanted to scan the room, but couldn’t. As if she was still hiding things from Janeli. “It’s what’s best for us.”

And the snow blinks out of existence.

Best? Janeli thinks with disbelief. She hides the curl of her lip in her coffee cup and very carefully keeps her baser nature locked down inside. How could she believe it’s best?

Keep reading

100 Reasons Why I Love You – Theo Imagine

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Theo imagine where you are his gf and you always had been there for him, supporting him, defending him, and he never understood why you are still with him after everything he had done. And one night he asks you why love him and you give him like a hundredreason why you love him? i just need something fluff and cute w theo!!

Word Count: 1,293

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no descriptions. one curse word, and FLUFF!!!!!

Author’s Note: Feedback is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Y/N sighed in contentment as she snuggled closer to Theo in their shared bed. He had his arms loosely wrapped around her figure, which she found a bit odd. He always held her tight against him, with the intentions of never letting her go and holding on to her for every second possible. Wanting for his affection, she buried her face at the crook of his neck, but got no reaction from him. In fact he was tense. Something was bothering him and she didn’t know how to approach it. Theo had never been good at talking about his feelings.

She slowly and carefully started tracing random shapes on his chest as she peppered his neck with small kisses. “Babe?” Theo hummed in response. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sighed deeply.

She looked up and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Liar.”

Theo just gave her a small smile, which surprised her even more. She expected him to chuckle, maybe even defend himself, but he didn’t. She knew this was serious.

She gently pulled his chin down, making him look at her. “Talk to me, babe,” she said softly.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

okay so could you write a fic where betty and jug work at a diner together (pops or any other) and they are just kind of casual coworkers but then some jerky guys come on to betty and she refuses and then one like runs into her and makes her spill everything and jug took her to the back and helped her clean up and lowkey admits that he's had a crush on her like since she was hired there? this kinda sucks eggs but feel free to spruce it up!! i really love your writing like, nut!!! ♥️

I’ll give it a go!
****

She hated this uniform, the tiny blue dress and white apron were far too tight and far too short for her liking, she could hardly bend over without spilling over the top and every time she reached for a coffee pot her skirt rode up dangerously close to exposing her bottom.

It was a Sunday night at Pops Diner and to say it was slow would be an understatement, in fact Betty had only one table, a group of rowdy truckers making a mess and whistling every time she walked past their table. Tugging down her skirt and moving to the back and into the kitchen, Betty Cooper sighed, at 23 years old she was juggling College, her job at the Diner and her extra online veterinarian classes. She was way too tired to be dealing with immature grown men who all seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with her ass.

“Everything okay out there?”

Betty whipped around quickly, her tired green eyes landing on stormy blue ones. Jughead Jones was the cook at Pop Tate’s and he was probably the most handsome boy Betty had ever laid eyes on, he rarely spoke, in fact she was fairly certain he disliked her, he threw burgers her way and avoided her eyes when she came to pick up food.

“Sure, those guys are just big old creeps. Nothing I can’t handle.” The beautiful blonde tried to give a reassuring smile but Jughead noticed the way it wavered slightly.

“Well it’s just us two so uhh.. if you need anything let me know.” He mumbled, running a hand through his wavy dark hair before rubbing his palms over his greasy apron.

“Thanks Jughead.” Betty placed a hand on Jugheads shoulder and squeezed softly. Heading out of the kitchen Betty moaned when she noticed two broken glasses on the floor and coffee spilt all over the table.

“Hey little lady! Best come here and clean up this here mess!” A toothless bearded man grinned from his space at the booth. Betty made her way slowly over to the table, barely noticing when Jughead emerged from the kitchen and cautiously leaned against the door frame.

Betty bent over, her blonde ponytail spilling over her shoulders as she picked up broken pieces of glass, suddenly she felt a hand firmly gripping her ass and fingers trying to pull up the skirt. Turning quickly Betty opened her mouth to respond, she was abruptly cut off by a gentle shove and suddenly the man who had touched her was being dragged out the door as his friends followed along. Jughead pushed the bearded man out the door and shoved him to the floor.

“Stay the fuck out of this Diner and never touch Her again. In fact, never come back to Riverdale. I promise I won’t be as friendly.” He slammed the door locking it blatantly, his chest heaving when he turned back to Betty

“You okay?” He questioned, concern written all over his face as he bent down beside her.

The beautiful waitress bit her lip nervously
“Im okay, it was just touching. I’ve had worse.”

Jughead growled
“Yeah well.. not anymore. If id have known this is what was going on while I was in the back, I would’ve moved the kitchen to the front.”

Betty giggled slightly, her fingers moving to pick up the broken glass
“I thought you hated me.” She spoke bluntly, her eyes sparkling as she looked over at him.

Jughead stiffened, turning himself to face her, his cheeks flaming red as he coughed

“No. no I don’t hate you.” He whispered.

Betty smiled, her fingers brushing his as they both reached for the same piece of glass
“That’s good because I definitely don’t hate you.”

The hint of a smile crept across Jugheads lips
“You don’t?” He asked hesitantly

Lifting her palm to Jugheads cheek, Betty leaned towards him, both of them on their knees on the uncomfortable linoleum tile.

“No not even a little.” She whispered, pressing her lips to his.

Jugheads hands immediately flew around her waist, pressing her tighter against his body, vaguely registering how dirty he was after a full day of flipping burgers, that didn’t matter though, not when she was nipping his bottom lip and tasting exactly like strawberry frosting. She pulled away slowly, a dazed look on her face as she played with the curls resting on the back of his neck. Jughead dropped his forehead to hers

“I’ve been waiting to do that for two years. Ever since you walked in here with the prettiest damn smile I’ve ever seen.”

Betty giggled, pressing another slow kiss to his lips

“Why didn’t you?”

“Guess I was scared.”

Betty laughed and pulled him close again
“Well Jughead Jones, I’m glad you’ve gotten over your fear.”

With a wicked smirk Jughead stood, lifting Betty bridal style as she squealed.

“Oh Betty Cooper, im afraid of a lot of things.”

Don’t touch her

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x reader

Word count: 1950

warnings: Just fluff!

Originally posted by riverdalebish

(Y/N)’s life wasn’t very complicated. She had nice friends, she was beautiful and had good grades. It was a friday night, what meant part night. She was on her way to a party from a friend with her friend (Y/F/N). The door opened when they arrived, their friend welcoming them.

“(Y/N)! (Y/F/N) Come in!” their friend said. They both hugged her and walked inside the house. The music was already playing loud, and people were dancing enthusiastically. They greeted a few people and walked to the food table, obviously.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” (Y/F/N) asked. (Y/N) grabbed a drink and turned around, looking at the crowd.

“Just have fun I guess” She said laughing.

“Noo you know what I mean!” (Y/F/N) returned laughing too. “I’m talking about boys”

“I don’t know” (Y/N) said, still scanning the crowd. Her eyes landed on Reggie Mantle for a moment, and his eyes found hers. They looked at eachother for one second, but then he looked away. She sighed. (Y/N) knew him from school, but never actually talked him. . They had a few friends in common, so they did knew each other a little bit. But he was popular, and she was just normal. But still she always searched for his eyes in the crowd, without an explainable reason.

“Just go after him, or come dance with me” (Y/F/N) said, she clearly noticed the eye-contact. (Y/N) laughed and followed her friend to the dance floor. She pushed al her thoughts away and focused on swaying her hips on the beat of the music.


Hours later (Y/N) was still on the dancefloor, dancing with her friends. She was exhausted and decided to get a drink to gain more energy. She pushed herself through the crowd and walked to the food table, finding the one and only Chuck there. The moment she saw him she turned around, but he already saw her.

“Hey (Y/N), having fun?” he asked, smirking.

“yeah off course, you?” she answered.

“I’m good” he said. (Y/N) felt the awkwardness and wanted to leave badly.

“I’m going to my friends” she said, and she walked away. She joined her friends again, getting a look from (Y/F/N)

“You okay?” she asked, and she nodded. Wanting to forget about the conversation, she focused on the dancing. The music played loud and there were sweating bodies everywhere. Everyone stood close to each other, so she didn’t really paid attention to who was standing next to her.

In all of a sudden, (Y/N) felt hands on her waist. The person stood behind her so she didn’t know who it was, but she put the hands away. But a few seconds later, the hands grabbed her waist again. She turned around, and saw Chuck. A look full of disgust formed on her face and she pushed him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked. He had a little smirk at his face and scanned her body, what made her even more upset. She was about to tell him he had to keep his dirty little hands to himself, when someone shoved him away. Chuck almost fell but kept his balance, thanks to the person who shoved him. (Y/N) looked, and saw Reggie standing there. A warm feeling formed in her stomach, and she mentally thanked him.

She looked closely at his face, and saw pure hate. Chuck really pissed Reggie off with just touching her, and that made her blush.

“Don’t touch her” he said angry. Chuck looked upset for a minute, but then he started laughing.

“relax dude” he said, “I wasn’t doing anything” . Reggie tensed, and walked up to him for one more time.

“Just- leave her alone. I-I”  he said, and left. (Y/N) stayed behind open-eyed. Chuck looked one more time at her, and then he left too. She turned back to her friends, they all looked worried.

“I’m okay, just dance” she said, and her friends mumbled “okay”.


“Come on people, we’re playing seven minutes in heaven!” (Y/N) heard someone say. People were gathering and sitting in a circle, and (Y/N) sat down too.

“The rules are simple, I’m gonna flip the bottle, and the person it points to goes in the closet with someone we choose” someone explained, and some people cheered. “Here we go” she said, and she spinned the battle. It seemed like the bottle spinned forever, but after seconds it landed on… Reggie. Off course. His friends patted his shoulders and cheered for him, while he put his head in his hands.

“So, who is going with him?” many names were called, until someone yelled “(Y/N)!”

She shook her head, but many people agreed. Someone behind her pushed her up, and a stranger held open the door of the closet. (Y/N) walked into the closet followed by Reggie.

“Start the seven minutes, now!” The stranger said, and she closed the door.

“Well, i expected a bigger closet” (Y/N) thought. They stood very close near each other, She could hear his breath. After a minute she spoke, breaking the silence.

“I never got a chance to say thank you” she said, looking at him, “For what you did” . He looked at her.

“It’s fine” he said, and he looked down at his hands. She sighed. He couldn’t even look at her for more than 2 seconds.

“He is a dick” she said. A little grin escaped his mouth and he looked up at her again.

“He totally is”

“Why did you help me?” she asked, but he stayed quiet. “I don’t know you very well”

“I just-” He sighed, “When I saw him touching you, I couldn’t stand it. He has no right to touch you and he should keep his hands by himself. You are too good for him”

(Y/N) looked at him with an open mouth. Did Reggie Mantle just say that? It couldn’t be.

“Do you really think that?” she asked, a little smile forming on her face.

“I do” he said looking at her. Now she smiled broadly.

“Thank you” she said, while she stept a step closer to him. He looked into her eyes, and then he fell. He fell in love with the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy, the way she looked strong but also vulnerable. He had seen her many times, but never really talked to her. And now he regretted that.

He realised this, and laid his hand on her cheek. The other hand went around her neck, and she hold her breath. She felt his breath on her skin, their lips almost brushing. She looked into his wide, dark eyes. And in a matter of moments, his lips were melting with hers, creating an explosion. Her hands landed on his chest, while he was still holding her face softly. The kiss was not rough, or heated, but it was sweat, tender.

They both pulled away slightly, catching their breath. Reggie lowered his hands to her waist and smiled down at her. She grinned, and his eyebrows rose.

“what?” he whispered, since their faces were still close.

“I thought you didn’t like people holding my waist” she whispered back.

“Only if it’s me” he said, a smirk on his face. She lowered her head, now leaning on his chest. She heard his heartbeat, and wished this moment would last forever. But then they heard a knock on the door, and knew the seven minutes were over. She sighed, and let go of his touch. Just before she opened the door, Reggie grabbed her hand. She looked over her shoulder, smiled at him and opened the door. Thankfully, everyone had gone back to dancing, so not more than a few eyes lay on the couple. They walked a few steps, but Reggie pulled (Y/N) to him.

“Do you want to come home with me after this?” he asked, smiling.

“I’d like that” she said, and Reggie rubbed her hand sweetly. But shouts from his friends interrupted their moment, and he let go of her hand. He smiled, but then turned to friends.

(Y/N) brought her fingers to where his breath lingered on her lips, and it felt good.


At the end of the party, while (Y/N) was grabbing her jacket she felt hands on her waist. She turned around and in front of her stood Reggie.

“Hey there” she said.

“Hey” he smiled, “So are you coming?” She nodded.

“Are your friends coming?” she asked, while he searched for his coat.

“No it’s just us” she smiled. they said their goodbye’s and walked outside, holding each other’s hands.


Reggie stepped out of Reggie’s car and he followed her.They walked to the front door, still holding hands, and he opened it. He let her in and she walked through the door, the warmth of the house prickling on her skin. He takes her jacket and she walked in the living room, scanning her surroundings.

“well, this is where I live” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“It’s very nice” she said.

“Do you want to see my room?”

“Off course” she said, and she followed his lead. They walked upstairs and he opened a door, and they went inside. The room was filled with nice furniture, and a very large bed. It was a bit messy, but what else can you expect from a boy’s room.

“I like” she said, and while turning around she got attacked by his lips.

The warm feeling in her stomach rose again and she put her arms around his neck while his went around her waist. He guided her to his bed slowly, their lips still touching. (Y/N)’s back hit the mattress, and Reggie straddled above her.

He slowly broke the kiss, and layed down next to her. He put a bit of her behind her ear and she smiled.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked, now smiling too.

“Nothing, I just never thought i would lay in bed with you in bed one day”

“Well, you were wrong” he said, and kissed her one more time.

“Why did we never talk before?” he whispered creating a little distance between their lips, and she smiled.

“I don’t know” she said.

“Remember (Y/F/N)’s party last year?”

“Yeah off course, it was amazing”

“I wanted to ask you out then, but I didn’t had enough courage.”

“Why? I would’ve said yes!”

“You would?”

“Off course, you dumbass!” and with that said, he kissed her again.

The two talked the whole night. They brought up memories, and laughed about each other’s jokes.

“Hey” he said hours later, and he tilted her chin so she looked at him, “I just wanted you to know that I like you a lot, and I want to be with you” he said. (Y/N) put her hand on his chest and leaned forward, connecting her lips with is.

“Me too” she said, and Reggie pulled her in a kiss one more time. When they pulled away, (Y/N) yawned. Reggie gave her some clothes to sleep in, and she thanked him. She changed in his bathroom and when she got out she got eyes from Reggie.

“That looks good on you” He said, smirking. (Y/N) joined him under his blankets and Reggie turned off the lights. Reggie put his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. He exhaled her scent and lost himself in her embrace. (Y/N) knew from that moment, she would not let him go.

Every inch of you (F)

Park Jimin x reader 

“I could have every single inch of your body pressed right against mine, and I’d still say pull me closer” 

K.F.

Originally posted by if-imthedevil

  The mornings were always tough, waking up at a decided time is never easy, no matter how much you try to convince yourself. By today was different. Today the woman who hated mornings so desperately begged for the time to stay instead of pass.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

34 xx

34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

So this is sometime after the fredag clip at Chris’/Eva’s party 


Even was so relieved about the way the evening had gone. He thought back to their entrance, how nervous he was, how clammy his hands were – held firmly by Isak’s warm one. Even looked over to where Isak stood now, talking to Mutta and Mikael.

Isak laughed and his shoulders moved up and down how they always did when his laugh was almost a giggle. Even was so in love with this boy it was ridiculous. Now more than ever because Isak had held his hand both literally and metaphorically through all of this. Had listened, had been patient and gave Even the strength to face it all.

With a deep dreamy sigh Even took a sip of his sparkling wine. The glass so long in his hand that the drink was slightly too warm and lay flat, but he didn’t really mind. He was way too happy and content to care right now.

He still watched his boy intently as Eva came up beside the little group, jumping between the three of them and obviously wanting all of them to come dance. Isak grinned at her as she tugged on his arm and indulged her, bobbing his head to the song that played loudly over the garden.

He knew he had the fondest look on his face as he watched those blonde curls fall in disarray with the movement. Then his eyes roamed over the rest of Isak. His face, happy, light, teasing as Eva continued to hold a tipsy speech, still dancing. Even’s old, dark red shirt fell perfectly over Isak’s shoudlers. The neckline, which got more loose with every wash, exposed just the slightest bit of his broad chest which made Even’s eyes grow darker.

Isak caught his gaze across the garden and maneuvered Eva to Mikael before he made his way over to Even, who bit his bottom lip as he drank in the rest of his boyfriend with those tight fitting pants.

When Even forced his eyes back up to Isak’s face the look Isak shot him was smug. Something fluttered in Even’s stomach at that. Shy Isak was more than adorable and amazing but confidant and cocky Isak was a whole other level of a turn on for Even.

“Halla” Isak said, teasing tone in his voice and he raised his eyebrows as he stopped close, close, close in front of him. Their chests flush against each other as Isak wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” He murmured with a low voice before he leaned in and kissed Even lightly on his lips, then moved small little pecks over Even’s jaw to his neck and back again. Even breathed out a quiet laugh and put his hands on Isak’s back, one between his shoulder blades and one … lower.

“You wanna leave?” Even said as he moved his head to chase after Isak’s mouth. After they made out for a few seconds (minutes) Isak pulled his head back and shook it with a soft smile.

“Nei. Let’s stay a little while longer.” He said with a final peck. “I like seeing you with your friends.” Even grinned at that.

“I like seeing you with my friends.” He answered. Isak, again, raised his brows flirtatiously, mouth curling to the side with a confidant smile.

“Really? I hand’t noticed.” And with a small slap on Even’s butt he stepped back and joined Jonas and Mahdi who were opening up another bottle.

rainywithachanceofstars  asked:

Prompt: One of the Victuuri Kids sleeps through something that should be impossible to sleep through (speaking from personal experience: a cheering crowd at a hockey game, a tent collapsing on them, parent's thunderous snoring, etc)

The thunder storm starts around five AM, which is much earlier than the weather man predicted–the foul weather wasn’t supposed to start until mid-afternoon. Yuuri is woken by a clap of thunder, conditioned by seven years of parenting to wake up at the slightest provocation. Next to him, Viktor stirs as well with a slight start, a jerk of his stomach muscles that Yuuri feels against his own person.

“T’mm sit?” Viktor mumbles against Yuuri’s shoulder.

“Ehh?” Yuuri whines into his arm, trying to burrow his forehead into the curve of Viktor’s elbow.

“What time is it?” Viktor enunciates very slowly this time, and Yuuri reluctantly lifts his hand to find his phone. 

“Five o’clock,” Yuuri croaks. He drags himself up into a half-sitting position, Viktor’s arm still draped over his lap, and reaches towards his reading light. He flips the switch several times before realizing that it isn’t coming on. He croaks, “Oh shit, the power’s out.”

Viktor groans somewhere near his hip. “So this is what we pay the electric company for. To go off in the middle of a storm.”

Yuuri brushes his hand over Viktor’s hair, thinner at the top now than it was twelve years ago. Viktor is currently trying to find a style of hat that both doesn’t make him look like an old man, and also doesn’t explicitly say I have a bald spot. Yuuri, personally, thinks Viktor’s hair makes him look distinguished. There is of course no convincing Viktor of this.

“You think the kids are okay?” Yuuri mumbles. He leans across Viktor to pick the baby monitor up off his nightstand. Viktor came to bed late last night, something to do with some business he had in New York and the time difference, and he brought the baby monitor to bed with him long after Yuuri had already fallen asleep. Yuuri examines the monitor, which shows Emma’s little chest rising and falling in sleep. “Baby monitor’s still working. Emma looks like she’s okay. But Irishka–”

Like she’s been summoned by her name, Irina pokes her head around the door. Her hair, which Viktor plaits carefully before bed every night, is mused and falling out of its tie, a sure sign that she has either been tossing and turning or has woken up from a nightmare. In weather like this, it could be either one. Sometimes it feels like storms are right above their heads, on the top floor of this huge building in the middle of Saint Petersburg.

“Papa,” she says, tugging on the bottom of her nightgown. “Otosan.”

“Come here, Bunny,” Viktor says, and holds out his arms. Irina, barefoot, crosses the cold floor to their bed and crawls on from the end. She huddles into Viktor’s arms, and he pulls the blankets up to their shoulders as she bundles her freezing little feet underneath him for warmth. Yuuri takes the tie out of Irina’s hair and untwists it, so that he can run his fingers through it and soothe her. Viktor will rebraid it later, if he wants, or comb the sleep-tangles out if he doesn’t. 

“I don’t like the storm,” Irina mumbles into Viktor’s neck eventually, and Viktor rubs her back.

“I know,” Viktor murmurs. “It’s okay, Irishka. You’re safe with Papa and Otosan.”

“Music?” Irina asks hopefully, and Viktor retrieves his phone from the nightstand. Yuuri smiles when he selects Clair de Lune.

“Your papa skated to this song before you were born, Irina,” Yuuri tells her, stroking a hand down her back. “Way before you were born. I wasn’t much older than you when I saw him do it. I was watching television with Baba and Jiji, and it was past my bedtime but they let me stay up because I was so excited to watch the competition–and I remember seeing your Papa skate onto the ice. He was wearing a dark blue costume, and when it caught the light it sparkled. He looked like the stars.”

“Wow,” Irina murmurs, and presses her little hand to Viktor’s face. “Really?”

“Really.” Yuuri kisses her head. “And guess what? His hair was as long as yours.”

“Really?” Irina giggles. “Did it touch your butt like mine does, Papa?”

“It did,” Viktor chuckles. “I had to braid it every night before bed, like I do yours. Mine wasn’t as thick as yours, though. And not nearly as pretty.”

“Don’t believe him,” Yuuri murmurs into her ear, and she giggles again. “It was just as beautiful as yours. He looked like something out of a storybook. Like a prince, or a fairy.”

Viktor’s smile is hidden by Irina’s forehead. He might be blushing. 

Thunder claps again. From down the hall, someone screams.

“Mishka,” Viktor says, eyes wide and concerned.

Yuuri springs out of bed and sprints out of the bedroom, navigating his way into Mikhail’s room through sheer muscle memory. It’s so dark in the hallway that he almost can’t see his own feet moving. 

Mikhail is sitting up in bed, wailing and clutching his blankets. He shrieks when Yuuri comes into the room, and drops the blankets to hold out his flailing arms.

“Mishka!” Yuuri coos, scooping him up. “Mishka, it’s okay. I’m here, it’s okay. The storm can’t hurt you, baby. You’re okay. Shh.” Mikhail’s hands are clawing at him like a scared cat–Yuuri hikes him further up, feels his son’s legs wrap around his waist like a vice. He presses kiss after kiss to Mikhail’s hair, and clutches him hard with his right arm, reaching towards the head of his bed with the left. “Mishka, here–do you want Miki-chan? Hold Miki-chan, sweetheart.”

Miki-chan is a teddy bear bought for him by Uncle Yuri, who apparently thought it was incredibly important for Mikhail to have a teddy bear also named Mishka. Something about ‘Mishka’ being another word for teddy bear in Russian. 

Mikhail clutches Miki-chan as Yuuri carries him into the bedroom. Viktor and Irina watch him climb into bed, and Yuuri rolls so that Mikhail is also in the middle, between him and Viktor. 

“Mishka,” says Irina, poking him in the back. “It’s okay, Mishka. Listen to the music.” She takes Viktor’s phone and holds it close to Mikhail’s ear. “See? Music.”

Mikhail wails and slaps it away.

“Hey!” Irina says. “That was mean! Papa–”

“Kids,” Viktor says, firm. “Stop it.”

They eventually settle. Yuuri can tell from the shimmering of Mikhail’s eyes that he isn’t asleep, but he’s quiet. Irina is breathing slow and deep against Viktor’s chest. Yuuri reaches over Viktor’s shoulder and examines the monitor again.

“She’s still asleep,” Yuuri mumbles, blinking away the sleep trying to tug at his eyes. “Should I go get her?”

“No reason in moving her if she’s okay,” Viktor replies. “Besides, I’m not sure she’d fit right now anyway.”

“You’re not wrong,” Yuuri sighs, and kisses Mikhail’s head as he settles against the pillows. “We can’t have anymore kids. Our bed’s too small.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Viktor chuckles, maybe a little coy. “I think I could stand to have one more.”

Yuuri doesn’t really reply, but it could be because he falls asleep.

In the morning, surprised that he was able to fall back asleep, Yuuri strikes out a hand for the baby monitor.

“I can’t believe this,” Yuuri says, and rewinds the recording to make sure. “Viktor. Viktor, look.”

Viktor startles awake. “Huh?!”

“Look.” Yuuri holds out the monitor, thumb held down on the rewind button. He’s going to have to delete so much video–the thunder storm kept the sound-activated recording running all night. “Viktor. She didn’t move. The whole night. She wasn’t even bothered.”

When Yuuri flips the monitor back to real time, Emma’s eyes are open. Her arms are wiggling in the vague direction of her mobile. She looks completely undistressed.

“She gets it from you,” they both say at the same time.

Surprise

Summary: It’s your daughter’s first dance recital and she is a little bummed that he won’t be able to make it. He arrives just before the show starts and it makes her day. Fluffy fluff fluff!

TAGGING: @monsteramongmen-tamer @wildandfreepinkv0dka @hardcorewwetrash @imagineall-the-fandoms @alexispoo @ambrosegirlforever

This is just a cute little fic I thought of after attending my niece’s dance recital tonight. I have a couple longer fics in the works I’m working on. Another Finn fic, an AJ Styles, and a Miz fic are the next few to be posted!

Keep reading

The Darkest Part of the Night

AO3


It’s the first day of kindergarten and the rest of his life.

He’s wearing the new shirt his mama got him specially for this day. It’s got two dinosaurs on it, because two dinosaurs are obviously better and cooler than one. At least, that is what he tells his mama.

He finds that the same is true with friends too. He’s had Archie since day one. Their parents were ecstatic to learn they would have sons the same age, able to carry on the lifelong friendship that F.P. and Fred held. They are inseparable, and Jughead wonders why anyone would need more than one best friend, unless they were a really bad best friend.

He used to frown at the thought. Archie could never be a bad friend.

Now though, he sits in a small chair, nervously swinging his short legs back and forth. They don’t quite reach the ground, no matter how far forward he sits in his chair. He needs a distraction, so he stretches one leg out, tongue poking out of his mouth as he tries his hardest, but the ground is still too far away for him to reach.

So is Archie.

There is a messy mop of bright red hair across the room, bobbing up and down with excitement. It only makes Jughead miss his friend more. He wants to share that happiness, but instead he only feels dread.

The classroom is bigger than the trailer he lives in with his parents and baby Jellybean, but it still feels too small in comparison. There are so many kids that Jughead doesn’t know, and even though he pinky promised his mom he would try to make friends, he only wants the one he already has. He misses the day’s when he and Archie could play together for hours, and they didn’t have to follow rules or introduce themselves to all these kids.

He’s insecure, but at his age he can’t put a name to the sour taste that enters his mouth and the tears that brim his eyes as his bottom lip trembles with the urge to cry. Most of the other kids have normal names, like Reggie and Kevin, or Cheryl and Archie, and although Jughead never worried about his name before, he heard all the kids laugh at the little boy named Moose, and by now he’s smart enough to know that his own is even stranger.

His savior comes in the form of a whirlwind of blonde hair, green eyes and a high-pitched voice that brings him down from the edge of tears he is perched on.

“Hi I’m Elizabeth but all my friends call me Betty so you can too now that we’ve met!” She’s too loud and too close for his liking, but she smells like the vanilla cupcakes his mama made the night before to celebrate him going into kindergarten, and he can’t help but lean in even farther.

He blinks a few times once he realizes that she was talking to him, and carefully mumbles a reply while facing the ground. “My name is Jughead.”

When he looks up again, she looks confused and this is what he was worried about. The tears flood his eyes within seconds and he wants to curl into a ball like he does with Hot Dog at home whenever he gets sad. But Hot Dog isn’t here and neither are his mama and daddy and Archie is too far way for him to call out to. Even little Jellybean would be better than any of these people, and all she does is smell bad and cry.

“Sorry! I didn’t hear you very well, can you say your name again?” She’s in his face again, and Jughead gets a good look at her. There’s a sparkle in her eyes and he remembers his mama’s words earlier. Be kind Juggie, and other’s will be too.

She also told him he was a smart boy (and his chest had puffed up a little in pride at these words) and this girl, Betty, is being kind so he assumes she must also have a mama who said the same thing.

“It’s Jughead.” He says while sitting taller, forcing a watery smile onto his face.

“That’s such a cool name! Betty is so boring but it’s alright because that’s what my mommy named me and she knows best because she’s the smartest mommy I’ve ever had!”

He can’t believe she didn’t think his name was funny, and he sits quietly. Even Archie had laughed a little when he first started using it. Now you have a silly real name and a silly nickname! Jughead doesn’t think he was trying to be mean, but now the memory hurts a little in comparison to Betty’s reaction.

Jughead is brought back into focus when he realizes the teacher has reached his table to introduce to the rest of the class. A girl named Midge goes first, then another named Josie. The teacher barely has time to point to Betty before she takes a deep breath and a stream of words that Jughead can barely understands leaves her mouth.

“Hi I’m Elizabeth Cooper but you can call me Betty and I’m so excited to finally be in Kindergarten and this is my new friend Jughead!” She practically falls out of her seat with excitement and giggles rack her small body as she slaps a hand over her mouth and gives a muffled shriek. Her blond curls are bouncing and Jughead is mesmerized by her already. “Sorry I’m just so excited I couldn’t hold it in!”

He looks down at his shirt and sees the two dinosaurs. This is the second time she’s referred to him as her friend since they got here, and he thinks that if two dinosaurs are better than one, it only makes sense that two friends are better than one as well. And he’s a smart boy, so it must be true.

“Well, Miss Betty, your friend might have wanted to introduce himself today.”

His feels warm with affection for the bouncing blonde sitting next to him, and he thinks that the teacher is right. He does want to share his name after all.

~

Tomorrow is the first day of sixth grade, which consequently means that it is the first day of middle school as well.

Jughead doesn’t think that this means anything special, but from her place next to him at the kitchen table, Betty insists that everything changes once you start middle school. He shrugs with indifference since he gave up arguing with her years ago.

He’s found that she is usually right anyways.

“We’re going to a whole new school, and new kids from different elementary schools will be there too. We’ll have new teachers, and we have to go to six classes now instead of one. Can you believe that? Six classes!”

She is breathless from ranting, and so is Jughead, but for a different reason altogether. She’s been talking about sixth grade all break, and the excitement she feels has become too much for her to contain, and it spills out like the sticky overflowing sodas they shared with Archie all summer long. Her hands move as rapidly as her mouth does, and he can’t decide which one to focus on first. Which ones he likes better.

He’s nervous though, because if what she says is true, there is a chance Betty will make better friends than Jughead and suddenly he isn’t hungry for Alice Cooper’s famous mac and cheese anymore. He just wants Betty.

He gave up long ago on being Archie’s only friend, because the boy was too outgoing to be glued to Jughead’s side 24/7. He never worried though, because the red-head remained as loyal as ever to his best friend, and Jughead would always be his first choice. 11 years of life had taught Jughead that people come and go, but over 10 years of friendship with Archie had taught him that they were brothers, and family never leaves you behind.

(Soon he will learn that this is not necessarily true, and that as usual, Betty is right. Everything changes when you least expect it.)

Betty is different though. She listens to Jughead’s problems and gives him better advice than anyone else could. She’s held his hand through elementary school and all the insecurities it brought him growing up. He’s never had a friend as caring and warm as Betty, and doesn’t think that he ever will again if he loses her.

You get what you give Juggie. He grew up in the trailer park with this mentality, surrounded by men and women who protected his family because his father had done the same.

(His mom will tell him this again a year later when she leaves for the last time. You get what you give Juggie, but sometimes what you give isn’t good enough.)

He’s never lived the same life she does, white picket fences with enough money for food and more. His family has lived paycheck to paycheck, and his father jumps from job to job. It’s been hard on him even though he doesn’t like to show it. But it becomes inevitable once Betty has solidified her place in his life that she will learn about his fears and worries about his family’s stability, something no 11 year old should be subjected to.

And still she had stayed by his side, their friendship only growing stronger with time. Archie might be his brother, but Betty is his best friend.

(Most people would say that a brother is closer than a best friend, but brothers are obligated to stay with you by blood or law, a best friend chooses to do so.)

He’s been there for her as well, and right now he thinks that should be enough for her to stay. He protected Betty from bully’s and let her cry on his shoulder whenever she needed to. He held her hand during scary movies, in the hoped that her nails would dig into his hands instead of her own. He always told her she was beautiful whenever she asked about clothes, or when she started wearing makeup over the summer, because she asked for his honest opinion.

Jughead gives the type of love he is desperate to get.

So, when the first day of school comes, he is more nervous than he’s ever been on first days, even though he enters with his two friends at his sides like every year before. He sits with Archie at lunch, since Betty has a different lunch period. His friend spends the entire time dreaming out loud about the new girl, Veronica, and how gorgeous and confident she is. Jughead spends the entire lunch mourning the absence of green eyes and sunshine yellow hair.

The rest of the day flies by, and before he knows it, he is walking towards his last class of the day, the one he has with Betty. His stomach feels weird and a sour taste enters his mouth, but this time he can name it easily. He’s nervous to see her, although he still isn’t quite sure why.

He spots the new girl right away, dark hair, a wide smile, pearl necklace and navy blue dress. He thinks she’s over dressed for sixth grade, but bites his tongue to keep that thought in.

Jughead doesn’t have time to even consider that Betty might want to sit with her new friends instead of him before she comes flying through the door and straight to the table he is sitting at. He is lost in the scent of vanilla and the flowery perfume she made him go shopping with her for, and he finds himself in the waves of her hair and the feel of his arms around her small waist.

Betty has stuck around for the past six years, and in this moment Jughead knows she’ll be around for the next six, if not more. He has time to figure out what this feeling is. For now, though, he’s content that he feels it for Betty and no one else.

~

It’s the first day of their last year together in high school.

Jughead feels his chest tighten uncomfortable at the thought. He’s made it this far and four years ago he never would have guessed it was possible. He was swept up in the tornado of his family that was years of built up pressure and stress and managed to come out alive and fighting. He doesn’t want to leave the little bubble he’s blown around himself for protection, but bubbles are weak and the end of this year will be the needle that pops it.

For the meantime, he has so many things to be thankful for. A father figure in his life, a brother returned to his side, and a light to guide him through the darkness of his own mind.

They are simple things that most people are born with, but these were made for him. Forged by the challenges he’s faced and the same pressure that broke him and then turned him into a diamond.

Fred took him in like his own son after his father went to jail. Even though Jughead will always love and rely on his real father, there are some things you can’t provide from the cold hard floor of a prison cell. He has a home with the Andrews, and he works for Fred to repay him, because you can’t pay for food and shelter with kindness.

After a rift in their friendship, he and Archie only came out stronger. They both needed to work on things, and now they know each other better for it. It takes time, but Jughead forgives him, because he has learned that sometimes you give without expecting anything in return.

But he would not be where he is today without Betty Cooper by his side. She hopped on for the wildest ride of her life and held on like he was the only thing keeping her alive, when in reality it was the other way around. She fought for him, for his family, and for things he didn’t know he was even allowed to want. His heart wanted to burst whenever he thought about her, and how she led him through the darkest part of the night until he could see the sunlight.

He doesn’t think he’s ever loved a person so fiercely, didn’t think it was possible growing up. He never believed he deserved to love and be loved the way he is by Betty.

But she proved him wrong again, like she always does whenever he’s in a bad place. She tells him that there are things worth waiting for, and even though she isn’t perfect herself, he’s never met someone so genuine and rich with love to give. Betty Cooper might not be perfect, but his eyes, perfection was Betty Cooper.

She shares the darkness with him, has taken a weight off his shoulders and consequently put it on her own, but they carry it together now.

Jughead thinks back to the year before this, where he once stood in the same exact spot. He walked the streets of The Southside alone while Betty left the city for the summer and while Archie had left him. He went to Southside High that year, neither of his friends by his side, and pleaded with time to speed up. It didn’t, but eventually those puzzle pieces fell into place and he was thankful for the time he had.

Now, he is here again, staring up at Riverdale High desperately hoping that time will slow down so he can enjoy this life he lives in the moment. It won’t, and soon the first bell will ring. Before he knows it the first week, then month, then semester will be over, and the rest will follow in the blink of an eye.

He tends to live life like this, anticipating the future instead of appreciating the present, but with Betty he wants to focus on the past as well.

It’s not the bell that shakes him out of his reverie, but a soft tug by a small hand on his jacket sleeve. “You ready to do this today?”

He looks down at her and his fingers itch with the need to touch. To cup her jaw and run a finger over the soft lips that sing music in his ears. To run his fingers through her hair and keep his overworked and over worried hands busy.

He settles for dropping his arm and slipping his calloused fingers through her soft ones. He runs a finger over her nails and is glad to find they are long, but the scars on her palms are older as this budding relationship.

“I think I am, are you?”

“Of course Juggie, we’ve made it this far and I’m not going to stop here for anyone but you.”

“I’ve waited a long time for this moment Betts, I wouldn’t want to do it without you.” God, he loves her so much.

They walk through the halls before she speaks again, and they stand outside her homeroom. Jughead will be late to his own, but one more minute with Betty is worth more than thousands of detentions.

“I’ll meet you outside by the truck after school, okay?” Her earnest eyes are aimed up at him through thick lashes, and he thinks they too are worth more than the emeralds they mimic.

“I’ll be waiting for you there.” He’d been waiting for her his whole life, and when she was ready, she gave him more than a lifetime of happiness just by being there for him, with him.

Her gaze is intense in a dizzying way, just like she is. His eyes drop from hers to the plush lips that helped heal his wounds, and he leans forward a fraction of an inch. The scent of vanilla lingers, but he recognizes it as the scent of home.

When their lips meet, it’s gentle, like she had been with him at his most fragile. After a moment, she signs, and melts into his grip on her waist. Their lips move against each other and Jughead feels warm and fuzzy. He’ll never get used to the feeling of having this part of her, but for them, each kiss is like the first. It feels exciting and new.

After school, she beats him to FP’s beat up old truck. He spots her immediately when he steps out of the building, and watches for a moment in awe. The sun shines one her golden skin and she has never looked more like the angel that she is.

It’s been a long day, and he craves the feeling of being wrapped up in her arms. She looks up as he strides over to her and immediately understands, setting her things in the bed of the truck and opening her arms.

He just hugs her for a moment, breathing in her comfort and loving the feeling of how she fits like a puzzle piece against his body.

“You ready to go home Jug?”

He takes another deep breath and mumbles against her ear, “I’m already there.”

Uneasy || Grayson Dolan

SUMMARY - on tour, Grayson gets a lil sick  and doesn’t know what to do, so he calls you up.

WARNING - nothing, just cute fluffy Grayson.

WORD COUNT - roughly 1,000

AUTHOR’S NOTE - requested by an anon. i hope you like it and have a good day my lovessss.

REQUESTS - OPEN


Grayson paces his hotel room as Ethan sits on the corner of his bed, watching him. They were in Chicago, and had just finished up a show. Tomorrow, they would set off to their next destination. There’s only five more shows on the American leg of the tour until they come back home to Los Angeles, where she’d be waiting for him. 

Keep reading

She's Still Pretty

A reverse crush au where Adrien can’t get a fucking grip on himself

Pairing/s: Adrinette
Fandom: miraculous
Summary: Adrien has bruises on his ribs bc even Nino is fed up with his awkwardness around Marinette


“Dude, there’s Marinette,” Adrien’s sides had suffered way too much pain from Nino’s sharp jabs in the past week. He was almost one-hundred-percent sure that there was a permanent bruise now.
“Please stop poking my side,” Adrien grumbled, turning his head away from Nino as he squirmed further to the side.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Nino rolled his eyes, hiding his expression of exasperation behind his hat. “It’s Marinette!”

“She- where?” Adrien jerked up, head banging into the wooden bench-back with the force of an ocean. Mouth twisting into a gape of pain, he craned his neck low and rubbed the throbbing lump. Now he had two bruises.
“Oh- hi, Adrien,” Adrien ducked his head even lower at the sound of her voice, a mix of sugar and butterfly wings (maybe that was a bad thing).
“Hi- um- hey- What’s up?” he puffed his chest and tried a confident grin, lifting his head to face Marinette.

Well crap, Adrien’s eyebrows contracted into a line of pure nervousness. She’s still pretty.

“Nothing much,” Marinette’s cotton-candy-pink lips curled into a tiny smile, and her sapphire eyes sparkled. She tugged her backpack strap. “What about you? How’s modelling?”
“Fine.” Adrien let out a tiny sliver of his breath to speak the word.

You’re a goddamn idiot, Agreste.

“Well that’s good,” Marinette continued to her seat behind him, and Adrien’s eyesight followed the entire way.
“Morning, Adrien,” Alya looked up from her phone, brow furrowing. “You seem a little puffed out. Your face is going red.”

Adrien let out his remaining breath slowly, hoping he didn’t sound like a dying horse, and tried his luck with another smile. Alya was much easier to talk to.
“Yeah, I… Ran to school.”
“That’s odd,” Marinette blinked. Adrien bit his lip. “I thought I saw your limousine headed towards the school.”
“Oh! That! Well, I really…” Adrien swallowed the nothingness his throat threatened to produce. “I wasn’t supposed to be running. Actually. Father had Nathalie and Gorilla chase after me.”

A wave of relief swashed his insides as Marinette giggled. He turned to Nino for a reaction, and the DJ held up two thumbs of approval.

“Hey, Mari,” Nino leant back on his desk with one elbow, raising an eyebrow. “Adrien and I are heading out to the Eiffel Tower this afternoon to see Alix beat Kim’s ass in a commando course-”
“We are?” Adrien, taken aback, turned to Nino.

Another jab in the ribs, and another wince.

“Yeah, dude, did you forget? Anyway, did you and Alya wanna come?”
“Oh, that sounds great!” Alya clapped, and nudged Marinette (Adrien silently wished Nino would take a leaflet out of Alya’s book and be a little softer) with her shoulder. “You busy?”
“No, I don’t have a shift at the bakery until tomorrow,” Marinette nodded. “We’ll be there!”

“Great!” Nino twisted back to the front. He flashed a smirk at Adrien, hidden from the girls behind him.
“What?” Adrien narrowed his eyes and fish-puckered his lips in annoyance, the pink ebbing away from his cheeks.
“What? Not even a thank you?” Nino whispered.
“You know I’ll just make a fool of myself,” Adrien looked down at his hands, and noticed he had been subconsciously tapping his pen on the desk.
“Nah, bro, you’ll be fine,” Nino waved his worries away.

“I didn’t even know Kim and Alix had another bet!” Adrien tucked the pen into his bag so he would stop picking it up and fidgeting with it.
“You don’t need to know, they’re probably always betting against each other,” Nino replied.
“Wait, there’s an actual bet on today, right?” Adrien’s eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows flying into his straw-coloured hair.
“Yeah,” Nino tipped his head back, laughing.
“Because I don’t want Marinette to think we set her up, she’d think so badly of me!” Adrien whispered frantically.
“Dude, I sad there was a bet!” Nino shook his head. “Lighten up. You’ll get her one day.”

Yeah… Adrien looked back down, a shy smile stretching across his face. One day.

Don’t Shut Me Out. (Harry Styles Blurb)

Here it is. I honestly have  no idea what this was for, maybe someday I’ll include it in a story. But for now, it’s on its own.

He put some shampoo in his hands and started to rub it in her scalp. He massaged her temples with his thumbs, brushed her hair through with his fingers. “Turn around” he told her, and she did so. Her movements were slow and her eyes didn’t leave the floor. He lifted her chin up, leaned down and started to kiss away the tears under her eyes and then her lips ever so gently and lovingly, but she didn’t respond, she just turned her head away and stared at the wet tiled floor.
“Baby, please, don’t shut me out” he whimpered in her ear.
His tears got stuck in his throat and he gulped loudly. His hand caressed her arm, slightly scratching with his nails, and she finally looked up to him. His eyes were red and puffy and his lips cherry red. Wet curls were glued on his face
“Come here” he said with a trembling voice, eyes glossy and his lips shaking.
He tucked a strand of hair away from her face behind her ear, hugged her and held tight, like he would never let go. But she was so distant, just like a body, moving on command, no life in her always sparkling eyes. Her body was cold and weak compared to his. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gave little kisses on her hair. His hand scratched lightly her back up to her hair, and he started to rinse out the shampoo.
“Why, Harry? Why did you do it?” she finally managed to say.
His whole body froze. His breathing got slower and heart beats quicker. Why? It was for her. She was the reason he put himself, and her, through all the pain. And she was more affected by it. He could do anything to make it all stop. But he couldn’t. And she would do it for him, but he doesn’t want her to. It was his fault.

Beauty and the Beast (PART I)

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Forever Tag: @angelicshinigami @tothetardissterek (if you’d like to be added to this list, please notify me)

Prompt: “hi you’re a great writer and i was wondering if you could an imagine where it’s kind of like beauty and the beast but the beast is jerome. i feel like it’d be quite a bit more dark but i thought it be an interesting prompt" - Anon

Summary: To protect everything you love, you are taken prisoner by a beast. But how bad could it truly be?

Word Count: 719

Warnings: None??? If you see anything possibly triggering plz tell me. 

A/N: This isn’t exactly 100% like Beauty and the Beast, it’s loosely based off of it. Reader is female. Jerome doesn’t actually look like The Beast. This imagine is in 3rd POV. Enjoy…

Originally posted by buckybarnex

Keep reading

The bump (Part II)

The bump (Part I)



The gynaecologist’s office was a very posh place. Situated in the city center of Toronto it looked rather like a spa than a doctor’s office and Jo was feeling slightly uncomfortable, wearing comfy clothes, her hair up in a messy bun. The other women in the waiting room were shooting her envious glances, noticing how pretty she looked, being young and glowing, looking gorgeous wearing Shawn’s olive green hoodie and skinny jeans.

Keep reading

Besotted [j.j]

Jughead Jones x reader where he is completely smitten by a River Vixen who has the tendency to sit all alone at Pop’s.
~~~

Betty and Veronica sat in their usual booth at Pop’s, discussing the events that had happened that week. Betty and Veronica had just become friends again, being closer now more than ever after the whole Chuck incident.

Veronica straightened up as both Archie and another boy walked into the diner. She recognized him from the student lounge the other day, when Reggie had tried to pin Jason’s murder on him, but she couldn’t quite pair a name to his face.

Betty noticed that Veronica’s attention was no longer on her and turned, mustering a small smile at Archie and Jughead before asking if they wanted to join. Jughead stared at them before smirking. “Yes. But only if you’re treating,” he said, jumping over the booth and sitting next to Veronica as Archie slid in next to Betty.

“Jughead Jones. The third,” he introduced himself.

“Veronica Lodge,” the raven-haired girl replied.

And it was in that moment when everything seemed to be back to normal.

~~~

The group of friends had been chatting for a while when Kevin Keller walked in. Veronica looked at him and waved, pouting when he didn’t acknowledge her and walked straight to a girl sitting all alone in a booth near the back.

“What’s wrong Ronnie?” Betty asked, noticing the girl’s frown.

“I thought you had introduced me to everybody already Betty,” Veronica said.

“I did,” the blonde girl replied.

“Then who…is that?” Veronica asked, pointing to the girl who was now chatting with Kevin. They were both smiling and laughing as they talked. “I was pretty sure he’s gay.”

Archie leaned forwards, “That, new girl, is (Y/N) (L/N). Riverdale’s Sweetheart.”

Veronica shot a shocked glance at her friends. “And here I was, thinking that Riverdale’s Sweetheart was our very own Betty Cooper.”

Betty laughed before speaking. “(Y/N) over there is not a total sweetheart. She can be a downright manipulative, sarcastic bitch, and she knows it. It’s the reason Cheryl likes her so much.” Betty’s tone was not mean, she was just stating a commonly known fact.

Veronica observed the girl. (H/L), (H/C) hair that gently swayed when she laughed, cuffed jeans, some sneakers, and an oversized sweater.

“Her?” Veronica asked, “A bitch? She’s the most adorable person I’ve ever seen!”

“And,” continued Betty, “She’s also been the object of Jughead’s affections since we were 5.”

Betty, Archie, and Veronica all turned to face Jughead, who remained stoic even though there was a bright red blush crawling up his neck and heating up his cheeks.

“It’s been 10 years,” Archie said, “And he still hasn’t confessed.”

“Well why don’t you?” Asked Veronica.

Jughead sighed before replying, “She’s a River Vixen guys. She’s friends with Cheryl and has Reggie chasing after her. I’m not gonna waste my time on a hopeless cause.”

And with those words, Jughead Jones the Third jumped over the booth they were sitting at, and left Pop’s.

~~~
(Y/N) had been sitting peacefully at her booth until her best friend joined her. She looked up to meet a familiar pair of brown eyes that belonged to the person who had just ripped her pen from her hand and snapped her journal shut.

“Kevin,” she greeted, “How nice to know that you got my invitation to come over and snatch my pen and join me as I eat these onion rings.”

Kevin gave her a sharp look before glancing at the booth where the rest of his friends were sitting. “I don’t want to alarm you (Y/N), but loverboy is currently looking over here.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush at the mention of Jughead, whom she had liked since elementary. She casually glanced over Kevin’s shoulder and made eye contact…with Veronica Lodge. She gave a polite smile and looked back at Kevin

“When are you going to tell him you like him?” Kevin asked exasperatedly.

“Never Kev,” (Y/N) replied. “I am not going to make fool out of myself in front of Jughead.”
~~~

After talking for a little while more, (Y/N) decided that it was time to leave and gathered up her journal and said goodbye to Kevin. Betty, Veronica, and Archie immediately came and joined him, a mischievous look on Veronica’s face.

“Alright Kev,” she spoke, “Spill. Does your adorable little friend have feelings for Jughead or not?”

Kevin smirked. “I dunno. Maybe…maybe not.”

Betty rolled her eyes,“ Don’t torture the poor girl Kev. Everyone knows that (Y/N) is just as besotted with Jughead as he is with her.”

Veronica’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Perfect.”

~~~

“Where are you taking me Betty?” (Y/N) asked. “I promised Cheryl I would meet her to show her the new routine I came up with for Friday’s game.”

“I just really need your help (Y/N),” Betty replied.

(Y/N) followed Betty, who was holding onto her wrist, until they reached the news room. As they stepped inside, (Y/N) froze, realizing they were not alone as Jughead turned to them.

“I’m restarting the Blue and Gold,” Betty stated, “And I need both of your guy’s help.”

~~~

It took some time to convince both Jughead and (Y/N) to join the paper but in the end, Betty sent them to go talk to Dilton Doiley.

The whole time, both Jughead and (Y/N) couldn’t contain their nervousness, as they hadn’t had much contact since entering high school. Questioning Doiley turned out to be pointless, but (Y/N) did notice the uneasy scout that kept shooting glances at them as they talked to Doiley.

“Alright,” (Y/N) said, getting Jughead’s attention, “So Doiley was a flop. But, either that scout is checking you out, I mean who doesn’t, or he’s hiding something.”

Both Jughead and (Y/N) flushed, realizing that she had basically admitted to checking him out at one point or another.

Smirking, Jughead asked, “Are you included with those who check me out? Because I wouldn’t exactly mind.”

(Y/N) tried to reply, but became a stuttering mess.

“C'mon,” Jughead chuckled, “Let’s go question that scout.”

~~~

(Y/N) couldn’t concentrate. She knew she was supposed to be helping Jug interrogate the scout, but she couldn’t help but admire the way he so casually took the scout’s dessert and began eating it. She only realized that she had been staring when Jughead got up and began to walk away, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.

“Let’s go,” he said, not letting go of her hand, “We’re meeting Betty in the news room.”

It took them ten minutes to get from Pop’s to the school. In those 10 minutes, Jughead couldn’t stop mentally thanking Betty as he stole glances at (Y/N) who was lost in thought as they walked.

Arriving at the news room, they carefully set down their stuff and proceeded to wait for Betty, a comfortable silence enveloping them. (Y/N) suddenly realizing that she really had to pee, got up abruptly, muttering a small ‘I’ll be right back’ as she walked past Jughead. Not looking at where she was going, the young girl suddenly tripped and went flying. At least, she would have if Jughead had not been quick enough to catch her.

She look up into his eyes. Big mistake. They stayed there, frozen, his arms around her waist as her hands were flat against his chest. Then, as if they were two magnets being drawn together, they began to lean in, slowly getting closer and closer until finally, their lips met.

The kiss was a soft one. Hesitant and just the slightest bit awkward, but neither (Y/N) nor Jughead would’ve had it any other way.

“I guess this is the time to say that I like you,” Jughead muttered as they pulled away. (Y/N) chuckled.

“I’ve like you since we were 7 and you helped me when I fell off the swings Jug,” the girl quietly replied.

“I’ve liked you since we were five and you told me you liked my hat,” Jughead said, looking down.

The two teenagers sprung apart as the door slammed open and Kevin and Veronica barged in, dancing. Betty and Archie soon followed.

“Our plan worked!” Exclaimed the raven haired girl and the brunette boy.

“What plan?” Asked (Y/N).

“You see dear,” Kevin started, “We couldn’t take you and Jughead shooting longing glances at each other from afar anymore.”

“So we convinced Betty to get you two to join the paper and work together, hoping that you would admit your feelings if you had to work together,” Veronica continued.

“And it worked,” chimed Betty.

(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged glances before looking at their friends, who were too busy celebrating to say anything else.

“Pop’s?” Jughead asked.

“Pop’s,” (Y/N) confirmed as they linked hand and walked off.

After ten years of hopeful wishing, Jughead Jones had finally gotten his girl.

~~~~~~~~~~

This my first ever fic written here on tumblr and also, this is a new Riverdale blog. I hope it’s good enough for Jughead. :)