actues

  • sirius: fist me
  • remus: what the actu-
  • sirius: *holds his fist out for a fist bump*
  • remus: oh fuckshit thats what you mean- okay Jesus fucking chr

Michelle: hey so I think I found a new formula for your web solution ‬
Peter: its web fluid actu-WHOA WHAT who what?? What’s that?? I don’t know what you’re talking about..
Michelle: ‬
Peter: ‬
Michelle: so anyways

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.5

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: angst + punk!jikook

word count: 15,203

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” 

cr.


a year and a half earlier.

Jungkook collapsed against the seat of the train, a heavy weight filling his chest as he buried his face into the palms of his hands. He could feel the incessant sting at the back of his eyes as tears continued to fall down his flushed skin. He just couldn’t believe that this was happening, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end — it was never supposed to end between the two of you.

He couldn’t help but think to himself, was this really the right thing to do? Leaving the girl he loves behind so he could pursue this opportunity. He knew that music was the only thing he wanted to do with his life, working a normal job, doing the same things day to day, it just wasn’t for him. So when Seoyeon asked him to be in her band after she got offered her record deal, he knew he had to take it, but then he quickly realized what that actually meant.

It meant no more late night drives out to the lake, it meant no more looking out into the crowd of his shows and seeing your face, it meant no more waking up in the middle of the night to find you curled against his chest, but most importantly — it meant no more you and him, and just that single thought alone was enough to tear him apart at the seams.  

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Dating Pietro Maximoff would include....

Anonymous asked: Could you do a “dating Pietro would include…” thing please? Thank you! I love your writing!


Pairing: Pietro x Reader
Word count: 2.4k+
Warning: Fluff, Smut

A/N: To the anon that requested this: I made it as gender inclusive as I could! This was so much fun to write! Thank you for requesting it! I hope you all liked this! It kind of got out of hand and I’m not sorry at all. (At this point you should all know I will never understand the concept of writing short/quick fics. Just expect everything to be more than a thousand words. I’ve accepted it.)  

Originally posted by guardians-of-the-galaxies

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Tevinter slave


She couldn’t count the syllables in her name, a battle with an ultimate defeat. She traced the lines of her strong jaw, wondering if she was gifted any of her mothers features.
She caught her own eyes in the reflection of a goblet, silver on silver. The curved surface hid the true expression of her face; showing only the glimmer of her decorations, fused into her skin and hair. Another defeat.

Atelas, her younger brother, shared the stormy clouds that found refuge in their irises, a moving sky reflected in a tranquil sea. She wondered if her mother really fell for her father because he had told her that the ocean in her eyes was where his world rested; this is what she told Atelas when he asked her, dirt on his cheeks and cuts on the soles of his feet.
She told him she could remember them, the smell of cherries in late summer rain.
But she couldn’t even remember her own name.

“Galain!” It bellowed like doom down the hall, bells ringing, a known desperation settling deep in her gut; a snake, hissing.
She allowed herself a moment behind closed eyes, reminding the nervous cells in her skin that atleast she still was.
She was and she would still be.
Actus me invito factus non est meus actus.

“Galain!” He shouted again, and she knew, she knew and she withered, twice for a crime commited in negligence.
“Venio, messere” she resigned, collecting heavy books in her broken embrace.
The hall was great, silent, but for the clinking of her golden cuffs rushing ahead of her in a humiliating crescendo.
She settled with the dust as the tomes fell open to the floor, lifted againg by the three enchanters circling a group of young elves, worth naught more than a trial of recently discovered magic.

“Altiora etiam petamus,” they demanded as they cut her skin, prying it open to weep.
She focused on the same sentence of the chant she was forced to recite, blood swirling around her in a growing fog, consuming the lives of the young men; her hands begging for forgiveness as they rose towards the ceiling.

Na via lerno victoria - Only the living know victory.

nurse-winchester  asked:

Hi! so I've been on vacation and off the internet for a while and just watched the Cockles JIB 8 panel and I'm still reeling a little. Has there been any speculation as to what Jensen showed Misha that had Misha losing his mind the rest of the panel??! I must know!!!

Oh boy has there.

So to quote this absolutely brilliant video: Given the exhausting pace of this week’s events, tonight we are simply going to try to answer a few basic questions. What the fuck is going on, how big a deal is this, where do we go from here, and is this real life?

What the fuck is going on?

For those of you that have somehow missed my eighteen consecutive meltdowns about this, Jensen unbuckled his pants live on stage at JIB8 and showed Misha… something. General consensus after much scientific research by key members of the Cockles fandom (read: Madd and Charlotte. It’s always them.) is that it was this pair of underwear:

You can see the corner of the ear here:

This is apparently Jensen’s preferred brand of underwear and the fact that this is a giant bear over his crotch explains all the growling throughout the panel.

Here is a cute video for reference.

How big a deal is this?

It’s not a big deal at all, dude! Happens all the time! Totally normal! Just two broooos, showing each other their underwear, five feet apart cuz they’re not gay!

(Narrator: That was a lie.)

Misha got legitimately embarrassed on stage. Misha Collins. The man that emphatically acted out a literal orgasm with this very same man at the same convention a few years prior, got red in the face and couldn’t stop laughing for like 15 minutes.

It’s a big fucking deal, mate. No one can ever be the same. No convention moment yet can stand up to this.

Where do we go from here? 

To hell, probably, but I for one am enjoying the trip!

They’ve been escalating every year because this was supposed to be the last convention here but SURPRISE! They’re coming back next year after all! Let’s not get our hopes too high for next year but 

I can’t fucking wait.

Is this real life?

YES YES THIS IS REAL LIF E THIS ACTU ALL Y FUC KI NGH APP ENE D!!!!!!!

…I cannot explain in words how much I hurt. I didn’t know how to deal with this hurt, so I physically hurt myself. Maybe it was my way of expressing my sadness, anger and depression…I would lock myself in the bathroom and hit my head on the counters. I also did this on the walls of my bedroom. Thoughts of suicide obsessed me for days, but I was too frightened to actu- ally do it, so I “compromised” by scratching my hands and wrists with a sharp metal file until I bled. It only hurt for the first couple minutes, then I went numb. Afterwards, however, it stung very badly, which I thought I deserved anyway. I still have scars.
— 

Cassie Bernall, January 2, 1999. 

Part of an unsent letter in a spiral bound notebook, found by Cassie’s parents in her room after her death.

We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 2363
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I feel that this is all over the place if I’m honest. I will probably write a different soulmate au for Sirius instead in the future, and also a part 2 if you guys want! Also there are a few swears in this imagine, I got a little bit carried away I guess. Love you all, hope you enjoy (even if it isn’t the best)! x

Originally posted by nellaey


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Sirius kept his eyes closed as he sat up in his bed, stretching, awaking from his night’s sleep. As he slowly opened them, he frowned. Something was different. He glanced around the room, and, though the room was similar to his own dorm, his bed was somehow on the opposite side of the room than he was used to, and there seemed to be girls laying in the beds around him.

He glanced down and realised his hair was no longer his own, and he felt much lighter than he was used to. With his hands stretched out in front of him, he could have sworn he never painted his nails, and as his hands ran up his body to his chest, he found two things that definitely weren’t there when he went to sleep the night before.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Sirius’ voice carried through the room, making the other girls stir.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” One girl mumbled from her bed, still evidently half asleep, “Why are you screaming?”

Y/n?

“I’m a girl!” Sirius yelled out, his eyes wide, except, his voice didn’t sound like his at all, but more like the girl’s who he hadn’t gotten along with ever since they met in first year.

“You woke me up, on a Saturday morning, at 6:30, to tell me that you’re a girl?” Y/n’s dorm mate looked at him as if he was crazy, “Babe I thought you knew that you were a girl. You’ve been a girl for the last nearly 17 years. If you didn’t know that then I don’t know what to tell you, but right now, please, if you don’t mind, lower your fucking voice because we’re all trying to sleep!”

A pillow followed the voice, hitting Sirius in the face as he grumbled to himself. Clearly he wasn’t in his own body, he was in Y/n’s, which means that she’s his-

“Soulmate? Y/n is my soulmate?” Sirius whispered in disbelief with a small shake of his head.

The tale was legendary, told from parent to child all over the world; on a special day in your life, whether that be in a few months or a few years, you would switch bodies with your soulmate, and not switch back until you finally meet up again - no matter what.

Sirius Black was possibly the only person in the world who didn’t believe the story. He thought it was a made-up myth, created to reassure children that they will find someone to love and who will love them back one day. Unlike everyone his age, he didn’t wake up and run to the mirror, hoping they had somehow switched bodies overnight.

His best friend James constantly spoke about the day he allegedly switched bodies with a vivacious Gryffindor redhead girl - Lily Evans - for a whole minute, before switching back because as it turned out they were in the same room already, but Sirius was convinced he was being pranked, James joking around with him - after all, that’s what James did; he played pranks.

Sirius spent nearly 17 years denying the fact that soulmates exist, waving off anyone’s body switching stories, but there was a small part of him, deep down, that wanted to believe it. He wanted so badly to believe that there was someone out there just for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to have that much hope - after all, there was the chance that the soulmate thing wasn’t real, or that he didn’t have a soulmate at all.

“Is this actually happening, am I in a girl’s body?” He asked himself, pushing his hair behind his ear as he tried to work out what was going on.

His confused expression soon turned into a mischievous smirk, “Wait a minute, I’m in a girl’s body!”

***

“Prongs!” Sirius yelled happily as he found his best friend. “L/n?” James frowned in confusion, “Since when have you referred to me as Prongs?” Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh right- fuck- I mean.. Um, do you know where Black is?”

“He’s still in the dorm, said he would meet us later,” James said, “Why? You up to something?” “No no, just need to speak to her- him! But thanks anyway, bye!” Sirius ran off before James could question further, leaving his best friend to stare after the “girl” with a puzzled look on his face.

Sirius ran through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the confused stares he received. “Y/n! Y/n!” He yelled out as he bounded up the stairs, earning a few more strange looks from surrounding students.

Hearing your name being called, you opened the dorm door and grabbed a hold of Sirius’ - or, more like, your - t-shirt, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Are you crazy?? Be quiet, people will think I’m insane for yelling my own name out like that!” You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. Sirius just grinned at you, “Nice to see you too.”

“I can’t believe this, what are you wearing? Did you run through the school in pyjamas? I’m going to kill you! That’s so embarrassing!” You said with a pout.

“You don’t look too bad, you’ve got nice legs, might as well show them off for a bit. You never do,” Sirius said as he looked down at your shorts-clad legs. “You’re disgusting honestly. And please stop looking at my legs now, it’s creepy. Black! Are you even listening to me right now?!”

Sirius looked up at you, “You know, usually I would, but it’s kind of hard when I’m being told off by myself. Especially when I look so damn good. I mean, let’s be honest here, I look hot when I’ve just rolled out of bed,” Sirius said with a smirk, reaching out to push your his hair back.

You swatted his hand away and stepped back out of his reach, “Oh for Merlin’s sake, I must’ve done something really bad in a past life for the universe to give me such an arrogant tosser for a soulmate. I think I nearly threw up this morning when I found out.”

“Don’t lie L/n, you were probably over the moon. You’re so lucky you woke up to my face this morning. I mean, it’s better than the view I woke up with!”

“Hey!” You said indignantly, frowning as Sirius shot you a lazy grin. “Oh c'mon Y/n. After years of waking up to my face, if you suddenly woke up to yours you would be a bit disheartened too,” he teased.

“You’re an insufferable prick, I hate you so much,” you grumbled. “Can’t hate me that much love, as it turns out, we’re soulmates.”

“Yes unfortunately we are- wait, why haven’t we changed back?!” Your mouth opened in shock as you looked down and you realised that you were indeed still in Sirius Black’s body.

“What are you talking about?” “After soulmates meet again, they’re supposed to change back into their bodies! Why haven’t we changed back? Black what have you done this time? Why isn’t this working?!” The worry in your voice grew more and more, and you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

What if something had gone wrong and you were stuck in each other’s bodies forever? You couldn’t imagine having to live a life of detention, rebelling and pretending to be Sirius - not when the N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything! Do you really think I’d want to stay in your body longer than I had to? C'mon, get real, I had the perfect body before all this, now look at me!” Sirius said, dramatically gesturing to your figure that he was now sporting.

You slapped him across the head. “Ow! That hurt!” “Good! It was supposed to!”

***

“There must be something in here that explains this situation,” you said as you carefully looked through all the books on the shelves.

“Do I really have to be here?” Sirius whined, dragging his feet as he followed you around, “It’s boring and there’s too many books.”

“If you’d just stop complaining and help me then we’d be out of here faster, wouldn’t we,” you said as you grabbed another book and started flipping through the pages to see if it held the information you need.

“All I want to do is go outside. I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in ages! I think I’ve even forgotten what a tree looks like,” Sirius exaggerated. You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you can hang out with your friends if I let you go, you’re supposed to be being me, remember?”

Sirius scowled and mumbled something to himself, something along the lines of how much he didn’t like you, before beginning to look through the books himself.

It was around 10 minutes later, after reading out all sorts of absolutely useless facts when he finally came across something a lot more helpful.

“It says here that whilst common belief is that soulmates will switch back once they have met, the truth is they only switch back once they both have feelings for one another, and have accepted them,” Sirius reads out, looking over his shoulder at you. You shoved the book you were holding and sighed in exasperation, “Please no.”

He held the book out for you to take, and you quickly skimmed the passage on the page he left open. When you got to the end, you couldn’t help but accept the fact that what he had said was indeed correct, “Oh fuck me.”

Sirius smirked at you, “Gladly babe.” Your head whipped around to shoot him a glare, one that could have melted glass, “Shut up Black!”

You sighed, turning back to the book. “Clearly this,” you lighting tapped the page, “isn’t going to happen for a while, so I guess we’re just going to have to accept that we’re not switching back yet. I can’t believe this, I’m going to actually have to pretend to be you until then and- oh shit, you’re going to have to pretend to be me!”

“That’s easy, look I can be you already,” he coughed and stood up straight, “I hate Black. He’s an insufferable prick who thinks he’s so much better than everyone else!”

“That’s not bad actually.” “See? I can do this. The hard part is you trying to be me. No one can pull it off like I can,” Sirius smiled smugly, making you roll your eyes yet again.

“You’re two-dimensional, a paper cut-out. Everyone knows exactly who and what you are, and literally anybody could pretend to be you with ease. I mean all they have to do is compliment themselves constantly, and run a hand through their hair, all the while trying to charm the knickers off every girl that walks past,” you deadpanned.

Sirius frowned at you, “Not every girl, not you.” “Oh I’m so offended, that’s going to scar me for life, I’m going to need weeks of therapy to get over the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t want me,” you said in a sarcastic heartbroken voice as you dramatically clutched your chest. You shook your head a him before continuing in your normal voice, “In order to make being me really believable, you’re going to need to know some more things about me. You don’t know enough to make this work!”

“Y/n, please. I know more about you than you think. I’ll list some things shall I? I know you like to cut the crusts off your toast in the morning because it reminds you of your childhood. You like walking around the school grounds alone, just so you can think about life. You bite your lip constantly when you’re nervous or deep in thought. You enjoy reading in front of the fire with a blanket wrapped around you because it makes you feel at peace.

I know you hate being the centre of attention because you hate the way you blush so easily. You keep photos of your family in your pocket because you miss them and you want to feel like they are with you. I know you know about Remus’ condition and that you were really the one that hexed Snivellus just before he could tell everyone about it.

You constantly make sure that you know everything you can about everything because you’re afraid of failing, not just with grades but failing your family or your friends. You carry your wand around with you constantly, not because you have to, or for your safety, but because you love being a witch and you’re afraid that someday someone will take that from you. Y/n, I’ve known you since you were 11. I know more things about you than you could ever even begin to think, so don’t tell me that I don’t know enough about you, because I know nearly everything.”

You stared at him in shock. Your breath caught in your throat, and a strange fluttering feeling erupted in your stomach, “How do you know all of that?”

“Because I just do, alright? I notice things about you that other people probably haven’t and won’t ever will. But it doesn’t matter anyway, we’ve been in here far too long and honestly I don’t think I’ve ever even been in the library before. Madame Pince keeps looking at you suspiciously. You need to go and find Prongs, Moony and Wormtail, they’ll be wondering where I am right about now, and so will everyone else.”

You nodded, “Right, yeah. I’ll just… go and find them now.” You slowly stood up and picked up the book with the soulmate information in, slotting it back into its place on the shelf before walking away from him in a slight daze, your mind reeling. Just exactly how and why did Sirius Black know all that about you?

As Sirius stared after you with a sigh, he couldn’t help but think of you. He preferred life so much more before all of this soulmate crap. Before this, he was certain he didn’t like you, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Queen

Evie: you must like someone

Uma: I don’t need a man to make me happy.

Evie: doesn’t mean you can’t have one

Mal: what about Jay or Peyton?

Uma: what about no.


*Harry walks up from behind*

Harry: hello queenie

Mal: lady of the court actu-

Harry: wasn’t talking to you dragontales

Evie: as flattering as that is, I don’t actually have a title.


*uma rolls eyes and pulls Harry in for kiss*


Evie: I though you said you didn’t like anyone!

Uma: I said I didn’t need one, not that I didn’t have one.

Sick Nails M’brthr

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader 

Word Count: 610

Summary: You convince Josh to let you paint his nails

A/N: I feel like I haven’t wrote in forever, so bare it in mind!

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“Pleaseee Jishwa” you whined dramatically while looking up at Josh in bed, with your best puppy dog eyes. “For the last time y/n, not yet” Josh grumbled sleepily before turning away from you.

You frowned and crossed your arms when he turned away. For the past half an hour, you’ve been trying to get Josh to get out of your shared bunk so you could go paint his nails. Somehow the night before you convinced him to let you paint his nails. He said you could do it in the morning, so here you were, now the morning, waiting for Josh to get out of bed.

You started rubbing Josh’s shoulders while placing a few gentle kisses. “C’mon baby, you promised me” you whispered as you placed a kiss behind his ear. Josh sighed loudly and rolled his eyes “Give me two minutes and I’ll be out”

You squealed happily and kissed his cheek “Thank you baby!” You climb out of your bunk and grab the small box full of all the things you’d need to do Josh’s nails. 

You knew Josh’s two minutes would be more like ten, so you sat at the small table and sipped on a coffee while you waited. No one else was up on the bus apart from you and Josh, it always felt strange when the bus was quiet. 


Once Josh finally dragged his ass out of bed, he made himself a coffee before sitting next to you in the little booth. He laid his left hand out on the table at your request, and you started to file his nails and apply a base coat. 

Josh ran his free hand through his wild yellow locks after yawning “The things I let you do to me huh?” Josh muttered in his raspy morning voice, gosh it was sexy.

“It’s because you love me sleepy boy” you coo as you applied the white polish to his nails. Josh smiled his usual adorable smile, so cute and wide that his eyes disappear into nothing. 

After you applied the polish to all ten nails, you made Josh sit with his hands flat to the table while you waited for them to dry. 

“I like it J, it really suits you” You grinned as you caught Josh admiring your handy work 

“You do?” He beamed up at you happily “Cause I think I like it too!” 

You giggled at how he was acting “I told you, you’d like it, you need to trust me more Joshua”


Once you made it to the hotel an hour or so later, you took a photo of Josh sitting on a chair in your room fr the evening. You wanted to post a photo to Instagram to see the fans reaction of Josh’s nails, but decided to be subtle. 

Not long after posting the photo the comments erupted with everyone freaking out about his nails, you and Josh sat together, reading the comments while giggling.

You saw one comment that you had to do a double take, was it just a fan account with a name with one letter changed from Tyler’s Instagram handle.

‘ Tylerrjoseph: sick nails m’brthr, y/n when can you do mine?’

“Is that actu-” You started to ask Josh as Josh recieved a text from Tyler

‘From Tyler: When can y/n do my nails?’

You and Josh laughed happily as Josh replied to Tyler 

‘ To Tyler: Come to our room fren’.

Over the next three weeks you and Jenna had painted almost all of the crews nails, it was safe to say the fans were going just as crazy for it as everyone on tour was.

Infatuation - part 10

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 (M) PART 9  PART 10 PART 11

Originally posted by findingdooly

You woke up in a strange room. You immediately felt the neck pain and major headache you had developed. Looking around the room, you saw you were placed in a large empty room. This wasn’t an apartment, it was too large to be an apartment. You were guessing it’s a house. The only thing lit in the room was a small lamp. You felt your hands tied behind your back; you turned your head only to find Jaebum tied with you. Back to back tied together. You gasped and called out to JB.
“JB, please help.” you nudged him against your back.
You shook yourself to offer a shock to Jaebum, so he would wake up.
After some time, Jaebum finally became conscious.
“Where am I?” he asked in a low whisper, talking to himself.
“Jaebum turn around!”
He looked behind his back to find you tied up against him.
He raised his eyebrows with a surprised look, but you were all interrupted when the doors whipped open.
Ashley stepped in.

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Inked - Jughead Jones

Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude

I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: -

Words: 1,787

Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life. 

You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.

There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.

You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough. 


Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.

“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.

“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.

“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully. 

“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.

“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.

“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.

“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.

“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally. 

More silence.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”

You nodded warily. “Just something special.”

“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends. 

“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.

“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.


“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread. 

Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.

“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…” 

Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour. 


Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.

“Jo, what are you doing here?”

“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.

“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.

Yin and yang…

A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.

“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax. 

“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.

“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically. 


“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.

As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.

“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.

“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.


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How You Get The Girl

Request: Could you do a Tyler Seguin imagine where he meets you at the All Star game where you’re performing at? Maybe Jamie or another player introduces you?

A/N: So I got a little carried away with this one. And honestly, I don’t know how I feel about the ending. I could probably write forever about this man. He’s just such a fine specimen. 

I hope I was able to capture the idea you had. I had some writer’s block today and had some trouble coming up with the story line. 

I’m very much down to write more about this man. Seriously. 

Word Count: 2392

Warnings: Cursing…probably.

Song Credits: How You Get The Girl; Taylor Swift


You had been in your kitchen, in your pajamas eating cookie dough from the container when you got the call.  This year you would be performing at the NHL All Star Game.
You spent the next fifteen minutes was spent dancing around your kitchen with your cat.

“Puck Mumma is going to perform at the All Star Game!” You say kissing his nose. “Do you wanna call Uncle Jamie with me?”

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