and he replies with what he would tell anyone else who asked.. and then realizes something is different about the way she asked

You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Voltron Headcanons

Though Shiro is able to censor himself, the only one who can actually make him swear is Matt. The guy is insufferable and can literally make the calmest person fly off the handle.

Hunk is the only one that knows that Lance is bi. Hunk watched him hit on a guy and get rejected and humiliated in middle school, and was sworn to secrecy once they entered the Garrison because Lance didn’t want anyone making fun of him.

Hunk is also the only one that knows that Lance has a bit of a crush on Keith. He figured it out on his own, because Lance still denies having feelings for him.

Lance knows that Keith is autistic, but doesn’t saying anything. Lance himself has ADHD and shares a few stims with Keith, like going on walks in the middle of the night. Sometimes they pass each other. Neither of them mention it.

Lance once asked what gender Pidge was attracted to, and she replied with the cryptic answer of “I don’t know, but definitely not lizards”. To this day, he still doesn’t know and Pidge won’t tell him.

When Keith revealed that he was part Galra, Allura was the most surprised, but Lance was the least. He had suspicions that Keith was hiding something, but he only put two and two together once Keith and Allura decided to run away because they thought Zarkon was after them - why else would Keith believe that the Galra had tabs on him?

Coran acts oblivious to the interactions the paladins have with one another, but he’s actually scarily good at reading and interpreting emotions.

Allura sees the paladins as a family unit, and her close relationship with the original paladins transferred to the newer ones. This is why she finds Lance’s flirting to be awkward - she sees the blue paladin figure as a caring brother.

Pidge has stated that her brother is incredibly smart, and Shiro can attest to that, but he sometimes does incredibly stupid things. The stupidest thing she can recall is that he once drank so much that she was able to convince him that he had six fingers on each hand.

Matt is actually very laid back, and is sometimes very manipulative. He used this skill to convince younger students at the Garrison to cough up their lunch money, and the older ones to do his homework for him - not that he couldn’t do his homework, just that he didn’t want to. 

For fun, Matt would see how far he could push someone, often getting his peers to participate in stupid things, like hacking into the training simulator. This is how he met Shiro, who somehow fell for Matt’s ploy and ended up in detention with him the next day. Shiro was often his victim, but ended up becoming Matt’s impulse control.

Though Pidge seems relatively calm, she’s very stressed when at her computer. The only one who can tell is Shiro, who’s spent enough time with Matt to recognize it. He’s usually the one to deter Pidge from the screen when she’s had enough.

Matt and Pidge both have the habit of staying up late on their laptops, which is responsible for their poor eyesight, though Pidge’s is a combination of the laptop and becoming accustomed to wearing an extra pair of Matt’s glasses, her eyes adjusting to the prescription over time.

Shiro thought that Pidge was Matt upon initially seeing her after being rescued, but realized that it was Katie the moment she opened her mouth - Matt was loud and cocky, where she was quiet and insightful.

Both Shiro and Keith have a habit of stealing pens, but for completely different reasons. Shiro takes a pen, uses it, and then leaves it in the most random spot, whereas Keith puts them back where they were before, leaving Shiro to wonder where he left his pen.

Hunk is a complete neat freak and no one is allowed near the kitchen at all because once Coran put a knife in the wrong drawer and Hunk lost his mind trying to find it. He also tries to keep pens away from Keith and Shiro as much as possible.

Keith legit knows how to throw knives at people and once threw one Lance’s way to shut him up during training. It grazed his ear and Lance almost peed himself, and Keith had never felt more sorry in his life. Needless to say that everyone (even Keith) agreed that Keith is no longer allowed to use knives on the training deck when there’s someone else with him.

Allura is very good at keeping secrets. Unknown to the others, the mice tell her everything. 

Everyone is waiting for Keith to wake up one day and be purple.

Pidge is the ultimate matchmaker without meaning to. Every pair that she glances at and thinks “are those two dating?” will end up together within a short while. This excludes Keith and Lance, who she predicted would be dating about a few weeks after she met Keith, and so far no such luck.

Keith made the bomb that he set off at the Garrison himself. He got the ingredients at a local store that sold construction materials. The owner gave him a few weird looks, but didn’t say anything.

Keith is actually really intelligent, but he lacks social skills. When Lance asked him to help out with the Voltron cheer, Keith knew that Lance wanted him to say “-tron” but couldn’t grasp why, so he just blurted out “Voltron” to try to give Lance the clue that he wasn’t making any sense, and that Lance should try to either explain or change what he was saying so that Keith could understand. It makes him angry that Lance couldn’t make out what he was trying to say, and blames this on a mix of him not being able to understand, as well as Lance being stubborn.

Lance had become Keith’s unofficial translator for social cues. The two have come to an understanding in which all Keith has to do is look at Lance a certain way and he will explain for him.

Having to be precise in engineering and technical work, both Pidge and Hunk are very artistic. Both of them have notebooks containing drawings of the planets they’ve visited, aliens they’ve met, and concept art of the other paladins. Most of these concepts stemmed from the idea of “what would Keith look like if he were fully Galra?”, or alternatively, “what would the others look like if they were aliens?”

Lance understands just as much as Pidge and Hunk when it comes to machinery, but he creates his own terms and concepts so that he can grasp it easier, which is why he can’t understand what they’re saying when they “techno-babble”. It took him a while to figure out that Keith is much like him in this way, but instead of techno-babble, Keith gets confused with what Lance would consider ordinary conversation.

Pidge swears a lot but Keith is the only one who’s witnessed it and no one believes him. On the other hand, Keith’s language is actually pretty tame.

Lance commonly uses innuendo and Keith understands them all and it makes him uncomfortable. What he doesn’t know is that it’s Lance’s way of flirting with him.

Pidge constantly messes with Lance by pulling the genius card and getting him to believe the stupidest things. Lance knows that none of the things Pidge tells him are true, but he likes seeing the others get a laugh out of it.

If anyone tried to hurt Pidge, they wouldn’t have any time to run because the other paladins would’ve killed them a good ten times over.

Hunk is pan, Pidge is ace, Lance is bi, Keith is gay, Allura and Coran are straight, and Shiro is…… *x-files theme plays*

The humans of the Castle of Lions all have inside jokes. Shiro is Space Dad, Galra Keith is funnier than normal Keith, Lance acts surprised whenever someone refers to the fact that Pidge is a girl, “we do not mention the knife incident”, Lance referring to them as the Power Rangers - stupid little things.

Hunk knows many languages and Lance knows Spanish. They both have conversations in Spanish when they want to talk in private, but also have a game where they switch to Spanish just as Keith walks in the room and have a normal conversation while glaring at him - “how was your day?” *glare* “fine, yours?” *angry grumbling* - and it confuses Keith.

The paladins got in the habit of throwing things at each other when asked to pass them. They’ve gotten so good at it that they barely need to look where they’re throwing.

Keith is hyper when he’s sleep deprived and it creeps the shit out of everyone mainly because he’s a lot nicer, especially to Lance.

Keith and Lance sometimes end up switching jackets. The first time they did it on a dare, but they got used to just picking up whoever’s jacket was closest to them at the time and returning it later. Hunk thinks it’s adorable.

When Keith and Lance start arguing, you can bet Pidge is in the background going “just kiss already.” Hunk busted a lung laughing when he heard, Shiro was confused, and Keith and Lance forgot about their argument to instead protest on why they definitely weren’t going to kiss (to both their dismay).

Keith honestly didn’t remember Lance from the Garrison, but developed a crush on him after becoming paladins. He couldn’t understand why Lance hated him so much. In reality, Lance had a crush on Keith since seeing him the first time at the Garrison, and chalked up his feelings to jealousy of Keith’s skill, which developed into their one-sided rivalry.

Blue is always talking to Lance about how he should really go talk to Keith, dropping hints that they should get together. Red is more subtle and prefers to pest Keith with comments like “just fuck already.”

Shiro rants in Japanese when he’s frustrated, usually putting his hands to his face and mumbling to himself until he either calms down or everyone else goes away. This rarely happened, but back at the Garrison, Matt used to put a hand on his shoulder or rub his back until he stopped.

Matt had special goggles made during his time with the rebels to replace his glasses. 

Matt is openly gay and makes jokes and puns about it at every possible chance he gets.

Matt used to believe that Shiro died in the arena after stabbing him in the leg to take his place, but after hearing that the Champion became a pilot of Voltron, he sat down and laughed, crying tears of joy.

Other than Keith, only Matt knows that Shiro’s real name is actually Takashi, coining his nickname “Taka” back when they were in school.

anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine with RFA + Saeran with a very short MC? Probably like 4'10-5'0 ft. This could be NSFW but doesn't have to be! :) thanks!

Anonymous said:

Hello there ^^ I would like to please request the RFA reacting to meeting the MC for the first time, but she’s a lot shorter than they expected. I wonder what that would be like since I’m 4'11 (about 150cm) and almost 20, so I feel like I look younger than I actually am T^T Thank you!

ok bUT CAN YOU BELIEVE WE’VE DONE HUNDREDS OF REQUESTS BUT NOT SHORT MC?? I swear most blogs have it, especially one that’s been around for a while like us;; I can’t believe it myself. Anyway, this will be SFW.

I made it more like mini-fics than a reaction because I can’t imagine anything other than, well, surprise and coming to terms with it. I’m sure you guys have read tons of short MC headcanons elsewhere already ahaha ^^

(Note: let’s assume MC has passed the age of puberty, otherwise being short before the end of puberty isn’t too surprising, you know?)

–R.I.

Request Killing: 7/30


Reactions to a Short MC

Yoosung

  • Out of everyone else in the RFA, he’d be the most mature and least judgmental about this, surprisingly
  • Honestly, he’d just be so excited to even meet you, he wouldn’t care how tall or short you were, or how you looked at all
  • Doesn’t even realize that you’re short until Seven starts making jokes about it
  • Yoosung would defend you first before looking at you more carefully and realizing that you were shorter than the average person your age, but he still wouldn’t care
  • “Don’t worry too much about it,” he comforts you, flashing a cheerful smile. “Being short isn’t a bad thing!”
  • Gets angry for you every time someone makes a comment about your height
  • Never teases you
  • Sure, sometimes it was difficult to find you in a crowd, but that gave him an excuse to hold your hand
  • He also loved getting things for you whenever you couldn’t reach
  • He just enjoys your company and treats you with respect regardless—just because you’re short, it would never mean he should respect you any less. At least, that’s what Yoosung believes

Zen

  • With him being as tall as he is, he thought he would be able to spot you in the crowds immediately at the party
  • Apparently he was wrong. He swore he’d be able to recognize you even though he’d never seen you before, and yet it’s been an hour since the party officially began and he hadn’t seen anyone that reminded him of you
  • And then he’d feel a poke on his back and turn around to find… no one
  • Huh?
  • You tugged at his sleeve, making him look down. Oh.
  • Though he hadn’t been the one to find you, he did recognize you immediately, and a big smile stretched across his face. “MC!” he exclaimed in glee, reaching his arms out to hug you—only to realize he wouldn’t be able to reach you unless he lowered them
  • Well… He was nearly an entire foot taller than you, after all.
  • Doesn’t understand why he feels a wave of pride rushing through him when he realizes how adorably short you are
  • But he loves it.
  • Uses you as a head rest, his arms hanging loosely around your shoulders
  • Asks to compare your hand and feet sizes, even though he knows he’s bigger than you in every way
  • Jokingly flirts as your hands are pressed together for comparison, “If you were a little taller, this could’ve been that much more romantic… I would’ve been able to put my forehead against yours, you know~?”
  • Loves teasing you about your height because you flash him an adorable attempt of a scary look every time
  • But he hates when someone else makes jokes about your short stature, and defends you every time

Jaehee

  • At first, she didn’t think that short person awkwardly trying to catch her attention in a subtle way was “MC” but realized that it really was you when you introduced yourself
  • Extremely surprised that you’re shorter than her
  • She thought she was short already (especially since she was surrounded by the tall RFA men, but Jaehee is actually average height)
  • She feels like she’s your older sister
  • Tempted to tease you, and beams innocently as she gives into the temptation
  • “MC~ Can you help me get this, please~? I can’t seem to reach it,” she said, pointing to something on a shelf that she could clearly reach if she stretched her hand
  • Would be taken aback when you basically climbed the shelf and returned with the item in hand, acting nonchalant about it
  • After the initial high of teasing you was over, she’d just talk to you like normal
  • But every now and then she’d find herself smiling because you look adorable and she can’t help but fawn over tiny things
  • Uh, not that she would say you’re tiny, of course…

Seven

  • He doesn’t hold himself back from squeezing you into a hug the first moment he sees you
  • Seven had already seen how you looked in the photos he’d found when he researched about you, but seeing you with his own two eyes made him realize just how short you really were
  • A goofy grin was on his face as he spun you around in his arms
  • “Why didn’t you tell me you were so cute and cuddly~?” he asked, pouting as he continued to hold onto you. Seriously, he had no qualms about being so touchy despite having only just met you
  • You’d stick your tongue out at him for calling you cute—gosh, you weren’t a little kid!
  • But he’d continue to treat you like one, even after the party. You would’ve thought the hype about your short height would’ve worn off soon, but it didn’t.
  • He’d use you as an arm rest
  • Lifts you up and spins you randomly
  • Tells you to look both ways when crossing the street, every time, saying that other people wouldn’t be able to see you because you were so short
  • Uses you as a teddy bear, cuddling you every chance he got. (But always ‘just friends’ though, according to him)
  • Pretends to forget your age all the time and asks when your 7th birthday will be
  • Teases you so much, you almost regret ever going to that party…
  • The next time you meet up with him, you were definitely wearing heels. It wouldn’t increase your height all too much, but it sure would let you stomp on his toes. Maybe then he’d fall down in pain. Who’s short now, huh?

V

  • He couldn’t help but worry about you the entire time at the party, nervously following you everywhere
  • Eventually, you’d be fed up that he just kept following you and not saying anything
  • He didn’t answer when you demanded why, averting your eyes as he thought to himself that you were short like a kid, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust you by yourself… There were so many people at the party, who knows when someone could bump into you?
  • And as you stood there, arms crossed, waiting for his response, that was exactly what happened.
  • A lady knocked into you by accident, causing you to trip and fall into V’s arms
  • It was then that he noticed just how short you were, because he couldn’t help but compare your height to his own
  • Before he knew it, the words had left his lips, “So much shorter than I thought…”
  • He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when you whacked at his arm, he realized his mistake
  • Feels guilty for insulting you and stays far away for the rest of the party
  • Over time he’d get used to it
  • Would pet your hair a lot
  • Looks out for you as if you were his younger sibling
  • Hugs you as a greeting, but always ends up lifting you off the ground by accident
  • Apologizes profusely every time
  • But he never learns from his mistake honestly
  • At least he treats you to a drink after, which you liked because you could spend time getting to know this mysterious man better :)

Jumin

  • “Are you lost, miss?”
  • That was what Jumin had asked when he first saw you at the party, only to realize that you’re the MC he always talked to in the chatroom
  • His eyes widen slightly as he realizes that you’re much shorter than he imagined
  • He did expect a height difference since women were normally shorter than men, but he had expected you to be around Jaehee’s height
  • Still, he didn’t comment about it, instead greeting you with a professional smile as he asked how the party was
  • You roll your eyes at his formality, telling him to drop the act since you were friends, after all
  • Jumin would have trouble stopping himself from glancing at you constantly, still focused on your height
  • Also worried that he’d lose sight of you
  • Questions your age over and over, even though the answer doesn’t change
  • Until he asked for the 60th time and you dryly reply that you were a few centuries old and shrinking. “Happy now?” you sigh
  • It was then that Jumin realizes his rudeness, and smiles sheepishly
  • He puts an arm around you so that he doesn’t have to keep looking at you to make sure you weren’t lost, holding on tightly
  • But then he feels a strong tug on the tail of his tuxedo, and he turns to face you, only to realize that his arm was around your neck
  • “…Oh. My bad. I thought that was your waist.”

Saeran

  • He had been hiding out near the bathrooms (where hardly anyone passed through), waiting for you to pass by so he could take you away
  • Well, he was lucky that you’d been dared to drink as much as you could tonight (Seven had been teasing your alcohol tolerance because of your height, saying you couldn’t possibly hold your alcohol with such a stature…)
  • You were running to the bathroom, trying to make it to the toilet to throw up, because… well… you’d had waaaay more drinks than your body could handle
  • Unfortunately, Saeran hadn’t been aware of this.
  • I say “unfortunately” because he wouldn’t have grabbed you so quickly, had he known. And then you wouldn’t have vomited all over him.
  • SHIT!” he swore, wrinkling his nose at the stench. But a job was a job, and he had to escape quickly before anyone noticed you were missing. So, out the window he went, leaving behind a trail of bile. This was probably the most disgusting (and obvious, honestly… someone’s going to notice the vomit and lack of its culprit) kidnappings Saeran has done in a while.  
  • He was still surprised that you were so short, though, as he carried you. He laid you gently in the back of the car, and you fit just perfectly thanks to your height. He bit back a smile, finding it amusing. Then he proceeded to drive all the way back to headquarters.
  • Although he had been ordered to take you to the Saviour immediately upon returning with MC captured, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by you… so he decided to lie down beside you, even though he wasn’t supposed to.
  • He held you in his arms, relishing the feeling of your body against his own, secretly comparing how much shorter you were in comparison to him.
  • He gently lifted your hand, smiling at how much smaller yours looked when he held it. You were so much shorter and smaller up close, appearing so innocent… 
  • And Saeran couldn’t help but relax while holding you like this, gradually drifting off to sleep.
  • Well, he would only have this night with you, after all. He felt a bit regretful, but he knew he couldn’t go against the Saviour’s desires… whatever her intentions would turn out to be.

Talk to me Baby

Summary: The reader has feelings for Jughead, but is too afraid to act on them. Archie and Betty push the reader to do something about it, especially when the drive in has it’s “closing for good” premiere. The reader soon learns that in Riverdale, anything is possible. 

Word count: 5473

Author’s note: Okay Jughead might just be my favorite character to write and my mind is flooding with more ideas! Get ready for smut, but when you’re reading my stuff thats kinda a no brainer;) As always, tell me what you think!

You were sitting at a lunch table with Betty and Archie trying to make it through another pointless day of school. School seemed like the least important thing when a fellow classmate had just been murdered and nearly everyone in this town was hiding something.

Suddenly Jughead stormed over to you guys with a paper in hand. He slammed it down onto the table getting everyone’s attention, “ They’re shutting down the drive in! Just when I thought Riverdale still had some redeeming qualities they’re shutting down the one thing with actual character in this damn town!”.

Betty put her hands up in a calming manner, “ Woah Juggy….explain”. You slid the paper closer to you and Archie as you read the article. Jughead continued, “ Read it and weap; Twilight Drive-In Will No Longer Twinkle”.

Archie giggled, “ It is creative Jug, you gotta at least give em that”.  Jughead was still fuming and you hated yourself for thinking it but damn he looked good angry. He hovered over the table, “ They don’t understand how important the drive in is!! It’s a beacon of hope is this otherwise poorly lit town!”.

Reading the article aloud you said, “ Twilight Drive-In bought by anonymous buyer, and soon to be torn down immediately after one last showing”. This added to the list of mysterious things that were currently happening in Riverdale.

Betty smiled, “ Well hey at least we can hang out there one more time! We should all go together, I’ll ask Kevin and Veronica to come!”. Jughead sat down taking his beanie off and running his hands through his hair, obviously stressed.

Groaning he said, “ I know Betty but I just hate that there even has to be a last time, it seems like everything good in this town is going to die along with Jason”. For a moment no one knew how to reply to that, it seemed like things were falling apart.

You took a breath in, “ Look Jughead it fucking sucks that the drive in is going to be taken away from us but two things; One- that doesn’t mean we won’t have a place to hangout we can use Archie’s garage and watch movies!”.

Jughead picked up his head to actually listen to you so you continued, “ Two, if you’re especially angsty the entire time you’re not even going to enjoy saying bye”. Betty nodded her head agreeing with what you’d said.

He placed his beanie on his head again, “ Fine (y/n) you’re right but isn’t our most important inalienable right as Americans the right to complain?”. You rolled your eyes and watched the smirk appear across his face.

Archie added, “ She’s right Juggy we can use a projector and white sheet and boom my garage is a mini drive in!”. Betty explained that she could provide both of those things, and reassured him that by no means was it a true end.

He shook his head, “ Alright guys consider me cheered up, BUT we all have to go to the drive in together to send it off the right way”. Of course you all agreed and it was a plan. He added, “ And (y/n) you better be there suffering with me”. Betty got up, “ Alright Jughead why don’t we write our own take on this all?”.

Jughead got up, “ Welcome to your tape anonymous buyer”. They both got up and went to go write for the Blue and Gold, leaving you and Archie alone. You moved so you were now sitting across from him.

He grinned, “ So I guess that’s a date huh?”. You felt a blush creep over your face but still wanted to remain casual, “ What’s a date?”. You knew he was talking about what Jughead had said but you didn’t want to make more out of it.

You really liked Jughead but you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same way. That was an understatement, you were madly in love with him. You’d never met anyone like him before, and you knew noone else could ever compare. Archie rolled his eyes, “ Come on (y/n) why do you always deny things”.

Sighing you explained, “ It was just a comment Archie not an invitation-”. You realized how bad your wording had been when he wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Archie smirked, “ What exactly do you want an invitation for (y/n)?”.

Trying to ignore how red you were you said, “ Shut up Archie we can’t all be confident football captains who are simultaneously rockstars”. Archie always insisted that you were just in your own head but it was hard for you to be confident.

He sighed, “ You’re my bestfriend (y/n) and I’m telling you that you have no reason to be insecure! I know Jughead pretty well by now and he likes you”. No matter what he’d say you’d never be able to believe him.

The bell rang but he held up a finger, “ Tonight you’re finally acting on your feelings because I’m not going to be so silent of a wingman anymore!”. Shaking your head you agreed, hoping it would end this topic of conversation.

As you walked to class together Archie winked, “ Who knows maybe you’ll see him in nothing but that stupid beanie of his”. Laughing you hit him in the arm, he always knew how to cheer you up.

You parted ways as Archie went to geometry and you went to your independent study; aka a free period where you pretended to write for the Blue and Gold with Betty. When you walked in Betty was so preoccupied she didn’t even notice you.

Sitting down next to her you asked, “ What’s wrong Betty?”. She was typing away, but seemed completely stressed out.

Looking up from the screen she replied, “Where do I begin? My parents are fighting, Polly won’t come home, I have to write for my parents news paper, edit my article, AND interview Jughead about the Drive- In!”.

Betty got a look on her face and you knew you were in for it, “ Unless you interview Jughead for me tonight!!”. You shook your head but she’d already taken both your hands in hers, she was way too excited.

She nearly screamed, “ This is perfect! Now you have an excuse to be alone with Jughead and you’ll actually be doing something for this class!”. She’d set her mind to something and there was no changing that.

Reluctantly you agreed, “ Fine, but don’t get your hopes up Betty”. She nodded her head and beamed with excitement. Between her and Archie you never heard the end of it, they SWORE Jughead liked you.

Betty clapped her hands, “ Okay the show is at six tonight, come to my house around five to get ready and we’ll go together!”. You nodded your head and felt the butterflies in your stomach thinking about what tonight could bring.

For the rest of the period you helped Betty edit her article, and gave her advice about the other five-hundred topics that were stressing her out. Betty had been a close friend of yours for a long time and any chance you could repay her for how much she’s helped you you’d take.

Before you knew it the bell rang which meant school was over and you were closer to your “date” with Jughead. Walking out of the room Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s the night (y/n)”. How happy she was for you made you smile.

Archie caught back up with you, “ Tonight’s the night?”. You automatically rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face. Walking out of school you replied, “ Betty’s making me interview Jughead tonight so we’ll be alone”.

Pushing open the door for you he whistled, “ Tonight is the night then”. You stopped in your tracks, you’d had enough of the teasing today. Archie put his hands up defensively, “ I’m just happy for you (y/n), I want something to happen because I know you want it”.

You couldn’t be angry for that, “ All right Arch, just tone it down with the teasing?”. He nodded his head and continued to walk you home. Archie was neighbors with Betty, and they both lived down the street from you.

Betty would’ve walked with you but she went right to her parents paper. You were on your street when Archie asked, “ You trust me right (y/n)”. It seemed like such a pointless question so just told him yes.

He continued, “ Then why do you think I’m always setting you up for failure when I tell you to go for Jughead?”. You weren’t expecting it to be that deep of a question and you didn’t know what to say for a moment.

You answered honestly, “ It’s because I can’t see someone feeling that way about me Archie…”. He turned around to face you, making you stop in your tracks. Archie raised an eyebrow, “ You’re kidding right?”.

You avoided his gaze and he knew you were serious. He placed a hand on your shoulder, “ I love you so much (y/n) and I just wish you could see what I see….what EVERYONE sees! You deserve to be happy because you make so many people happy! You’re one of the reasons this town doesn’t completely suck!”.

You couldn’t help but smile, you knew he was being sincere. He smiled too, “ See there it is, that contagious happiness! And no one needs that more that Jughead, he’s happier when you’re around (y/n)”.

Archie never really got this emotional often, which is why it was so different this time. You actually started to believe him, “ Alright Arch I believe you I just have to keep repeating what you’re saying when I’m insecure”.

He placed a hand over his chest, “ Thank god, I was starting to feel like Betty and that is a lot to handle”. You both started to laugh as you continued to walk home. Smiling to yourself you realized how lucky you were to have the friends you did.

They were such great people and if they saw something in you than damn straight you should also see it. You reached Archie’s house, “ Alright (y/n) remember, tonight is mission finally getting the happiness you deserve”.

You saluted him, “ Alright Sergeant Andrews, mission accepted”. He shook his head laughing, “ Fuck you really are perfect for Jughead”. With that he closed his door, leaving you to finish walking home.

It was another minute walk at the most until you got to your house. You walked through your front door and went right to your room, plopping down onto your bed. Looking at your phone you realized it was already four which meant you had an hour to kill.

You also saw that you’d gotten a text from Jughead that read, “ You better not flake tonight, it takes two to drown in misery”. Smiling to yourself Jughead filled your thoughts again, thinking about him made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Replying you said, “ I thought it took two to tango…mixing your metaphors Juggy how irresponsible”. After sending the text you placed your phone down, and did what ever you could to kill your remaining hour.

Jughead smiled when he read your text, you always knew how to make him laugh. He picked his head up from his phone when Archie threw a pillow at him, obviously wanting his attention. Archie teased, “ You’re texting her aren’t you?”.

Jughead threw the pillow back, “ You’ll need a search warrant to go any further Arch”. Jughead of course was just kidding, he had no problem talking about you to him. Archie laughed, “ I don’t need anything to know when she texts you, it says it all right on your face”.

Jughead laughed, “ I’m that easy to read huh? I guess I’ve been perfecting my “nothing to hide here” face for no reason”.  Archie laughed while moving to the edge of his bed, and Jughead knew he was in for a talk.

Jughead spoke first, “ Don’t worry Archie I know how the birds and bees work”. Archie rolled his eyes, sometimes Jughead just complicated things. He got serious, “ Look Juggy tonight really is special”.

Jughead smiled, “ Why exactly is tonight special Archie?”. He was playing dumb, he knew it had something to do with you but he wanted to see what Archie would say. Archie continued, “ If you want to make a move do it tonight Jug”.

Jughead laughed, “ Seriously Archie?”. He’d gotten super serious over something as simple as (y/n)? Archie held up a finger, “ Jughead you’re taking two long! I know how much you care about her but it’s about time you show her!”.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, “ What should I say, Hey (y/n) could you pass me the popcorn oh and by the way I love you?”. Archie’s jaw dropped, did Jughead just say he was in love with you? Jughead put his hands up, “ No nope don’t go making a big deal out of-”.

It was too late Archie was already standing up, “ Fuck Juggy I knew you liked her but I didn’t know you loved her!”. Jughead didn’t know how to act or even how to respond. He shook his head, “ I love (y/n) okay? I Jughead Jones am in love and by god if you-”.

Archie was smiling like a madman, “ Jug I’m not going to make fun of you, now I’m going to judge you even more if you don’t make a move”. Now Jughead was stressed out again and Archie could tell.

Jughead was pacing, “ It’s just scary okay? I ALWAYS know what to say but when it comes to that?”. Archie couldn’t help but laugh, it wasn’t often that Jughead Jones couldn’t find the words.

Archie intervened, “ Why not let your body talk for you?”. Jughead tilted his head to the side and gave him a classic, “ what the hell Arch” look. Archie laughed, “ Just a joke Jughead, just a joke”.

Jughead wasn’t amused, “ We can’t all be James Deans and Archie Andrews!”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ But you’re more than enough for her Jug, god you two are both so insecure towards the other”.

Archie continued, “ She’s too scared to say it Jughead but I think she loves you too”. Jughead couldn’t help but smile, he never thought you’d feel that way. He smiled, “ Alright Archie don’t worry I know this was enough bromance for you we can go back to talking about….sports…”.

Archie smiled back, “ Sure because we talk about sports all the time Juggy”. They both laughed feeling completely content with the way things were going. They’d never admit it but it felt good to be able to talk about emotional stuff with the other, a brotherhood they never thought they’d get.

You had about five minutes to spare but you’d picked out the perfect outfit. It was a black t-shirt dress with white hightop converse, you felt confident but casual. Anyways you knew Betty would insist on doing your makeup and hair.

Grabbing both your purse and makeup bag you headed towards Betty’s house. Looking at your phone you saw it was ten minutes past five o’clock, and you texted Betty to let her know you were downstairs.

It took her two seconds to rush down the stairs and greet you, “ Come on in (y/n), also that’s a really cute outfit!”. She took your hand and lead you upstairs to her room where you both could finish getting ready.

She had her outfit laid out on her bed, light blue jeans with a yellow blouse and ballerina flats. You smiled, “ I like what you have planned to wear Betty it’s super cute!”.You weren’t facing her so you couldn’t see what she was doing.

Betty had walked to her window where she saw Archie and they both winked at each other, their plan coming together.  They each gave a thumbs up before closing their blinds and continuing with their plan.

Their plan was to make sure that both you and Jughead finally made a move tonight, and to do this they talked you both up. Betty and Archie just wanted to see their best friends happy together, because they knew that’s what you both wanted.

Turning around Betty smiled, “ Aww thanks (y/n)! How are you feeling about tonight, any better?”. Smiling to yourself you couldn’t help but think about how this was the 100th time you’d have to talk about “tonight”.

You replied, “ Better actually after talking with Archie, I’m still nervous but not as nervous as I was”. Betty didn’t know whether to be happy Archie had gotten through to you or jealous that she hadn’t first.

She was glad regardless, “ Really? I’m surprised, but of course still extremely happy! Now are you actually going to make a move?”. Rolling your eyes you didn’t know how much more Jughead talk you could take.

You explained, “ Yes, whatever happens will happen okay? The first thing I say to him isn’t going to be, “ So what do you think about the drive in closing oh and by the way I love you”.

Betty clapped her hands together, “ Love?!!! Oh my god (y/n) LOVE I didn’t think it was this serious oh my god you’re in love…my bestfriend is in love…with my other best friend!!”. Betty was like a snowball rolling down a hill getting bigger and bigger until it explodes.

Going over to her you put your hands on her shoulders, “ Betty calm down…it’s just a word okay?”. You wanted to downplay the whole thing when in reality you knew it was much more than just a word.

She raised an eyebrow, “ Just a word? Do you think that’s just a word to Jughead or-”. You had to cut her off before this spiraled, “ I don’t even want to think about how he’d take things okay? We’re getting WAY ahead of ourselves here like I’m pretty sure you’re hearing church bells”.

Betty started to laugh, “ Okay okay I’m sorry it just makes me so happy because I know how much he cares about you…and to hear you love him! Things couldn’t be more perfect!”. She’d calmed down by now and you were eager to just get the night started and end all this build up.

You smiled, “ Okay good, now how about you help me finish getting ready?”. Betty’s grin returned and she nodded her head. She sat you down in her chair and started to do your makeup, a simple look but with a red lip.

After she was done with your makeup she just looked at you in awe, “ You look so beautiful (y/n)”. Smiling you thanked her, and she then started your hair. Betty did loose curls and it was your favorite look.

When she was finally done you turned around and hugged her, “ Betty I love it, this just boosted my confidence by a thousand!”. She just beamed with happiness as she hugged you back, Betty was just thrilled she could help.

Looking at your phone you realized that it was now time to leave if you wanted to get to the drive in on time. As Betty lead you down the stairs you could see her excitement for tonight growing.

Getting into Betty’s car she laughed, “ You know I’ve been so preoccupied I don’t even know what movie they’re playing”. Laughing you realized you had no idea either. You added, “This is going to be a great article when the last thing I’ve been thinking about is the drive in”.

Within ten minutes you guys arrived at the drive-in and were greeted by both Archie and Jughead. Looking Jughead over you realized how good he looked, he was wearing a black tee with a flannel, back jeans, converse, and of course a beanie.

Somehow you’d both managed to match and you knew Betty was telling herself, “ More proof they’re soulmates”. Jughead looked you over and smiled, “ I can’t place my finger on it but for some reason I really like your style (y/n)”.

He of course was pointing out how similar you both looked, “ Great minds think alike Juggy, and I’m the greatest”. If you’d have looked at Archie and Betty you would’ve seen how happy they were to see you guys flirt.

Betty intervened, “ I guess you should start the interview and Archie and I will find the others”. She couldn’t have been more obvious, but at this point both you and Jughead didn’t mind.

Jughead extended a hand, “ Adventure awaits (y/n), and with it the most astonishing article to ever meet the Blue and Gold”. Betty laughed and made Archie follow her to the concession stand.

Taking his hand you replied, “ Well then who am I to stop such a monumental moment in high school journalism history”. The second you held Jughead’s hand it send shivers down your spine, and it was only the slightest touch.

Jughead lead you to where, “ The magic happens” as he would like to say. Looking around the room you saw the old movie reel, a bunch of old posters, and a small couch. You smiled, “ So what movie are we watching tonight?”.

He clicked his tongue to fake scold you, “ Not even knowing the movie I’ll be showing tonight? That’s just irresponsible interviewing there (y/n)”. You instantly laughed knowing he was just teasing you, and it felt good to see him smile.

After a moment he told you the truth, “ I decided to go soft and select “ It’s a wonderful life” because it’s a classic love story”. You raised an eyebrow, you didn’t expect him to go that route.

You’d never see the movie before, “ What is it about Juggy?”. By now you were standing in front of the movie reel, wanting to know how it worked. You were surprised when you felt him stand behind you and put his hands over yours.

Turning your head your face was inches from his, “ Why don’t I explain it to you while I show you how this works”. You felt his hot breath against your ear and which caused your mind to drift.

All you managed to do was nod your head, the anticipation getting to you.  As he guided your hands over the machine he spoke softly into your ear, “ It’s about a man who wishes he was never born and then an angel comes along to make it true-”.

You turned around to face him, concerned about how much he might relate to the movie. His body was still pressed against yours as you asked, “ Why does he wish he’d never been born?”.

Jughead smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek, “ Doesn’t matter (y/n) because he soon learns how lucky he is…and he falls in love”. You started to realize how much more this movie choice represented.

You placed a hand on his chest, “ Falls in love?” your voice was obviously shaky. Jughead licked his lips, “ He learned the true impact he had on those around him and finally went for what he wanted”.

Instinctively you leaned your head forward and Jughead leaned in as well. Jughead crashed his lips against yours, months of angst finally fizzling away. To your surprise he lifted you up and moved you towards the couch.

He slowly fell onto the couch and kept you on top of him so you were straddling him. As he kissed your neck you jokingly asked, “ What about the interview Juggy?”. To answer you he sucked your skin, causing you to groan.

He kissed his way up your neck until his lips grazed your ear, “ The only words I want to hear are you telling me exactly how to make that pretty little pussy of yours cum”. You nearly gasped, you’d never have expected Jughead to talk like that.

Dirty talk was a huge turn on for you and to know Jughead Jones loved it too, well fuck maybe you were soul mates. Smirking you replied, “ Keep talking like that and we’ll get there soon enough”.

You felt him smile against your skin and you thought you’d melt right then and there. His hands slid up your legs, bringing the hem of your dress with them. Jughead rested his hands on your hips, he wanted you so badly but he didn’t want to rush things.

Smirking you pulled your dress over your head as you took if off completely, “ Finally go for what you want Jug”. You hinted to what he’d said about the movie earlier, wanting him to know you felt the same way without flat out saying it.

As a response he took off his own shirt and then collided his lips with yours. His hands roamed all over your body, he didn’t know what he was searching for. Truth be told he wanted to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming, slumped over his computer.

You started to undo his pants and slide them down his body, barely any layers left separating you. Jughead kissed from your lips down your neck, and stopped at the valley of your chest.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back as he undid your bra slowly letting it fall off. The second your bra hit the ground your nipples became erect because of the cold air. Jughead moved his lips to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it.

Moaning you encouraged him, “ Shit Jug that feels so good”. With that he started to suck, and massasged your other breast with his hand. Jugheads tongue felt so good on your sensitive nipples and you felt yourself getter wetter and wetter.

Subconsciously you started to grind your hips against him, needing more. Jughead groaned, “ Such a tease baby”. Hearing him call you a pet name turned you on even more so you ran your hands through his hair.

He moaned, “ How do you know all the little things that turn me on (y/n)?”. You just shook your head licking your lips, eager for what would happen next. He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Talk to me baby”.

Resting both hands on his bare chest you answered, “ I need you Jughead, make me yours”. Waiting for his answer you grind yourself against him again, and felt his member press against you.

He just shakes his head with a smile on his face, “ Those are the only words I’ve wanted to hear my entire life (y/n)”. Jughead kissed you again, this time the kiss was extremely needy. With his hands he helped slide down your panties until you shifted to take them off.

It was your turn to whisper in his ear, “ I believe the saying is an eye for a eye”. Getting the hint he took off his own underwear, and you licked your lips taking him in. Jughead was bigger than you’d thought, but there was no complaining.

He shook his head, “ Fuck you’re perfect for me”. You slid off Jughead’s lap and kneeled before him, your face inches away from his erection. Looking up to him you saw how lust blown his pupils were, and when you slowly licked up his shaft his eyes opened wide.

When you got to the tip you swirled your tongue around, “ Talk to me baby”. If Jughead weren’t so insanely turned on he would’ve made a comment about you mocking him. He shakily said, “ I want you to taste me”.

Smirking you kissed back down his shaft, sucking when you got to his balls. Jughead moaned, it was like you knew exactly where to touch him. Grinning you asked, “ Does that feel good Juggy?”.

He bit his lip, you were really asking for it now, “ That feels so fucking good you little tease”. Smiling you continued, flicking your tongue over his tip tasting the precum. Feeling confidant you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, while holding eye contact.

Jughead watched you, he never thought he could be this turned on. You started to bob your head up and down, picking up speed. He threw his head back, “ Oh god (y/n)”. With your free hand you massaged his balls, wanting to throw him over the edge.

You continued sucking, shifting from going fast to going slow, and stayed like that for a couple minutes. It was so beautiful to know how good you were making him feel, and such a turn on to know he was watching you nearly mesmerized.

Jughead groaned, “ Keep looking at me like that and this is all going to be over soon” and with that he picked you back up so you were on his lap again. Your lips found each other again and the kiss made you wetter and wetter.

Putting a hand on his chest you broke the kiss, “ I want you Jughead…I need you”. He looked apprehensive, like he wasn’t sure if you actually wanted him. You took his face in your hands, “ Jughead Jones I love you”.

You watched his face change as your words hit him, you watched the happiness spread throughout him. Jughead looked so blissful, “ I love you so much (y/n)”. Wanting to preserve the moment you started to kiss again.

You felt his member press against you and so you moved your hips forward. Getting the hint Jughead laid down on his back, putting you on top of him. His back rested against the arm of the couch, propping him up. Biting your lip you lowered yourself onto him, adjusting to his size.

Jughead moaned as he felt himself slide into you, your walls pressing against him. Slowly you moved your hips back and forth, still adjusting. As you leaned forward Jughead massaged your breast again.

You moaned his name when you felt him lightly tweak your sensitive nipples. Needing more you picked up your speed, and he was moaning right along with you. He kissed up your neck, “ That’s it baby, just like that”.

His hands rested on your hips guiding you even more. Feeling yourself getting closer you went faster. Jughead started to thrust his hips up, needing more too. You leaned forward so much that he started to suck your nipples, “ Fuck Jughead I’m close”.

He took his mouth off to only say, “ Cum for me baby”. You knew he was just as close because he thrust started getting sloppier. Resting both hands on his chest you started to move your hips in a circular motion making him enter you deeper.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer, “ Jughead I’m going to-”. He thrust inside you deeper and faster, “ Me too (y/n) fuck”. Closing your eyes your orgasm shook throughout your entire body.

You felt your walls clench against him and Jughead twitch inside you. All you could do was moan his name as your orgasm made every nerve in your body tremble. Jughead was right there with you, moaning and panting.

After riding out your orgasm you rested your head in the crook of his neck. He smiled, “Why did we wait so long (y/n)?”. Looking up to him you kissed his neck, “ Love makes you do crazy things Juggy”.

The moment was ruined when you heard banging on the door, making you both spring to action. You rushed to put on your dress and answer the door as Jughead threw on his pants. Opening the door you saw Archie standing there with a smug look on his face, knowing perfectly well why you looked so worn out.

He smirked, “ It’s so weird the movie ended thirty minutes ago but somehow you both didn’t realize and so we wanted to make sure things were alright”. Both Betty and Kevin stood behind Archie.

Walking over to the door, still shirtless, Jughead spoke up, “ Real smooth Archie, I’m sure concern was your only motive and totally not curiosity”. To your surprise Jughead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body.

Archie’s smirk grew, “ Of course Juggy, we wanted to see if you guys were up for Pop’s or if you’d be too worn out from your…interview…”. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke and you shook your head.

Jughead looked to you, “ Actually (y/n) and I have worked up quite the appetite, journalism is so straining…how about you buy us a fries and milkshakes?”.

Before Archie could reply you added, “ I’m sure you’d love to Arch, put all that concern to good use”. Archie just smiled knowing he’d been beat, and gave you both a minute to get ready.

When you were done Jughead took your hand and you were all ready to go to Pop’s. You felt ready to conquer the world, you were in love with Jughead Jones and Jughead Jones loved you back.

The Tenth Floor pt5

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4


“So you do know him.” Yoongi said dryly once Taehyung was gone. 

“Not very well.” You said honestly. Yoongi didn’t have the chance to ask further questions, as other people had things to say to him. You drifted off to the side of the room where Namjoon was standing. He had been there for the meeting, sitting far in the back and watching how things went. You gave him a nod as you approached, and he returned it with a smile. 

“So he invited you to the meeting.” Namjoon said knowingly. You weren’t sure why this seemed so surprising to him, though.

“It is part of my job, isn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. Seokjin looked shocked earlier as well, and you now guessed that it had something to do with your attending the meeting. 

“Yeah, Yoongi just isn’t always very good at letting people do their jobs. And especially because your new, I just… Wasn’t expecting it.” 

“I thought you said you had a good feeling about me?” You pointed out.

“I did. I mean, I do. I just…” He tried to backtrack, and you almost felt bad for putting him on the spot like that.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting it either. But I guess it’s a good thing, right?” You glanced over your shoulder at Yoongi as you spoke.

“I certainly hope so.” Namjoon sighed. “I’m tired of replacing his secretaries. Do you know Kim Taehyung, by the way? It looked like he knew you.” 

You grimaced. You didn’t want to think about Taehyung right then, the fact that he had let you believe that he was someone else. After the previous night, you thought there might be something between the two of you. But now? You didn’t think you could trust him anymore than you could the people you worked with. “It’s… A long story.” You evaded. “What’s the big deal about him?” Yoongi seemed tense while talking to Taehyung, and you got the impression that the multi-millionaire wasn’t intimidated by many.

“Well, for one thing, he owns a ridiculous number of shares in the company. And not only to all the other shareholders adore him, they’ve tried to get him on the board of directors several times.”

“And that’s bad because…?” You prompted.

“Because he does things differently, and no one has any idea what he would do if he did get the position. Yoongi has people on the board who don’t question things too much, let him do what he feels is best.”

“And he thinks Taehyung would ask questions?” You didn’t feel like you were getting any real answers. Namjoon sighed.

“Not just ask questions. He would change things. Taehyung… Isn’t from this kind of life. Yoongi grew up in the business, was trained since he was a kid so he’d be ready to inherit it from his father.”

“And Taehyung?” You wanted to know as much about him as you could before you ran into him again–though you hoped that wouldn’t be any time soon, if ever. 

“Taehyung came from nothing. He wasn’t a prodigy, his family didn’t have money. He didn’t even go to an impressive college.”

Something wasn’t adding up, and you frowned at the door he had disappeared through. “So how did he afford shares in the company, then?” 

Namjoon shrugged. “Hard work. Some smart investing, supposedly. No one’s entirely sure, that’s the thing. He just showed up to the shareholders meeting one day with that permanent smile of his. It’s never been that big of a deal because he never showed that much of an interest, but he doesn’t know the first thing about what we do.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think about Taehyung anymore. The more you heard, the more you felt like you really had no idea who he was, which wasn’t a pleasant feeling. You said a quick “see you later” to Namjoon before joining Yoongi as he stacked the papers and notes from the meeting. Nearly everyone else had already left by now, and it wasn’t long before only the two of you remained. 

“Are you going to tell me how you know him?” Yoongi asked as he handed you the stack of notes, several files, and a notebook. You knew he had to be talking about Taehyung, and you sighed. 

“I can. But I’d rather not.” You adjusted the papers in your arms as the two of you began walking to the door. Yoongi nodded slowly.

“Don’t, then. I’m only curious.” 

You were surprised by this. As paranoid as Yoongi was, you were half expecting him to accuse you of being a spy for Taehyung. But Yoongi still looked exhausted from his all-nighter, and you supposed that he didn’t have the energy to be an ass at the moment. 

Your theory was proven wrong once you returned to the tenth floor, however, when he told you to go back down to the third floor and bring him two very specific boxes of files. He didn’t tell you why he needed them, just that you had to get them. Now.

It took a good thirty minutes to find one of the boxes, and another forty-five to dig out the second. Your hair was falling out of place by the time you made your way to the elevator with the boxes in your arms, and you almost didn’t notice the man who was already standing there. 

“Afternoon.” You greeted him before realizing who it was. Jungkook glanced over at you, giving you a smile.

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Jughead Jones x Reader: Relationship Status

Request:

Can I request a Jughead x reader where they are dating and just haven’t told anyone but they always hold hands/other cute couple stuff. And Veronica (or anyone else in the group) asks if they’re dating with one of them (Jug or the reader) replying with something like “We are? Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

A/N: This one was bit cute to write so I hope you guys enjoy it.  Going through a bit of writers block at the moment so I hope you guys like it and it’s not too crappy and that the requestor is happy about it.

Words: 1407

Summary: You and Jug have been friends all your lives and you start dating but don’t tell your friends because of recent events in Riverdale. Veronica wants you guys to date so bad not knowing you guys are.

Spoilers: Veronica is bisexual in this imagine.

Warnings: N/A

You and Jughead had been inseparable since as long as you could remember. The days you guys weren’t together were slim to none.

As you grew older you realized you had feelings for the beanie obsessed writer. You guys were too close for him not feel the same.

It was a troubled day when you chose you were going to talk to him about how you felt about him. The nerves occupied your body as you made your way to the park to see him.

This is the day you repeated to yourself all the way.

It was like the world knew you were destined for each other because that memorable day Jughead had set up a picnic. Which made you question what was going on because other than you, his laptop was his other most loyal companion. He never let it out of his sight and he told you to meet him up because he wanted you to see what he was writing.

Turned out Jughead felt the same way and you guys started dating ever since, but you guys never got to tell any of your friends with all the mayhem that resided in Riverdale.

A lost soul, the murder of Jason Blossom on July 11th as the coroner stated after his body was found in the now vacant Sweetwater River.

You both had talked about telling them after the funeral but that just seemed selfish, but you guys were always linked to each other so maybe it didn’t make a difference. The only change now is that you guys kiss although Jug is not big on PDA, so you only ever held hands and hugged, the usual.

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Jughead found a new topic to write about, Jason. You and Betty helped out find justice for the red-haired boy who left the world too quickly.

Jughead was sitting with you in his usual booth at Pops as he wrote and you talked about the murder case and anything that came to mind. You both always seemed to be in your own bubble. When you were together it was as if you were in your own parallel universe.

In the other side of the diner was Betty and Veronica chatting away while enjoying a strawberry and chocolate milkshakes with fries.

“So those two, what’s their deal?” Veronica added to their conversation.

“Honestly we don’t know, they look completely in love with other” Betty chimed in as Kevin came in and sat with them.

“What’s up? What’s the topic?” he spoke

“(Y/N) and Jug” Betty answered

“Ah the Lovers” Kevin chimed in as he ordered his food

“So you think there is something there too” Veronica cheered

“Oh please you’d have to be oblivious to not see the sparks and lighting bolts around them” Kevin continued.

“They have been inseparable since as long as we can remember, she’s the only one that has ever worn his beanie” Betty noted as Veronicas jaw dropped.

“What?! But he doesn’t even take that thing off, I swear he showers with it” the raven haired girl chuckled as Archie was coming into the diner.

“Arch” Betty motioned to the ginger to sit with them.

“Hey, what’s up I was going to talk to Jug” he declared.

“And ruin their moment” the blond spoke motioning to you and Jughead sitting on the same side of the booth giggling away and Arch just smiled.

“I swear I don’t know why they just don’t date they’re-, uh- what’s the word?” Arch added sitting next to Veronica.

“In love” Veronica giggled.

“Smitten” Betty cooed as she rested her head on her hand.

“Yes that one Bets, smitten” Arch blurted and they laughed but that still didn’t compare to the laughs that were radiating from the other side of the diner coming from you and Jughead.

“Honestly what are we going to do about them?” Veronica questioned.

“What do you mean?” Kevin asked.

“We have to get them together” Veronica confessed.

“Oh no” Betty admitted

“Why not?” Veronica added

“You are so new Ron” Kevin announced

“Jug and (Y/N) don’t like people meddling in their lives” Arch concluded.

“Well then we don’t push them together, but we can show them that there is other opportunities” Veronica stayed on topic as the others gave her puzzled looks.

“Well you guys said not to push them, so I’ll give them a little nudge” she continued.

“What nudge?” Betty asked with a smile.

“We get someone to ask them on a date, someone for Jughead and someone for (Y/N)” Veronica argued.

“Doubt it will work” Arch spoke as he took a bite of his burger.

“Yeah what if they say no to those people” Betty gave a small smile.

“Plus who were you going to get to ask them out? No one would dare separate those two” Kevin assured.

“Me and Arch” Veronica stated confidently and Archie choked on his soda.

“Hell no! Jug would kill me, she’s off limits” Archie said as he recovered then gave an expression that showed he had said too much.

“What do you mean off limits Andrews?” Veronica broke the silence.

“No nothing, I uh- I just meant she’s Jug’s best friend” he tried to rescue himself.

“No no, tell us what you know” Kevin declared as him and the girls gave him a devilish smirk.

“Will you look at the time, I have got to go” Archie decided about to stand up and veronica grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down.

“Spill it Andrews” She commanded.

“Jug uh- he’s gonna hate me” Archie said as he scratched his neck “he- uh- he’s got a thing for (Y/N) since like forever, he talks about her constantly and one time I told him if he didn’t do something I would ask her out just playing around and he literally made me swear to leave it alone and she was his if it ever happens. You cannot tell a soul about this if Jug finds out he’ll never talk to me again and (Y/N) well I don’t know how she’ll react” he confessed as they all had smiles plastered on their faces.

“Oh we have got to do something now, he likes her and she is obviously head over heels for him” Veronica cheered.

“But what? If it goes wrong they’re gonna hate us” Betty took a sip of her milkshake.

“Count me out, me and Jug are finally talking again” Archie declared.

“Sorry gay” Kevin spoke as Veronica turned to him and they chuckled once again.

“You could ask out Jug and I ask her out” Veronica smirked.

“Oh honey no, Jug’s cute but not my type. You could totally ask out (Y/N) though you bisexual queen” Kevin smiled and Veronica giggled.

So the group made their way to the other side of the diner to see what would unravel.

“Hey guys” you spoke as you saw them sit down with you and Jug.

“What’s with the grins?” you asked them confused as to what they wanted.

“Um (Y/N)” Veronica spoke as she took your hand and you gave her a puzzled look and Jughead gave the same look.

“What are you doing?” you asked Veronica as Jughead placed his arm around you.

“(Y/N) um- Will you- um- uh, Oh my god! I can’t!” Veronica pleaded and everyone except you and Jughead started laughing and you turned to Jughead and them so oblivious to what was going on.

“Can’t what?” you decided you wanted some answers as you laid your head on Jughead’s shoulder.

“Ron was gonna fake ask you out” Kevin retorted as Veronica stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?!” you questioned as she gave you a small smile.

“I just wanted to see your reaction, everyone says you and Jughead are two peas in a pod and I see it too, but ugh- I- I just want you guys to date. You guys would be my otp” Veronica rambled.

“I could’ve sworn we were going out though” Jughead stated as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you smiled as the whole table gasped, shocked expressions plastered on their faces.

“Go Juggie” Archie encouraged as he motioned to Jughead for a high five.

“Oh my, Yes” Kevin cheered.

“Congrats (Y/N), you guys are so amazing together” Betty smiled.

“Happy now Ron” you implied to a still shocked raven haired girl.

“Best day in Riverdale so far” Veronica exulted.

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(Peter Parker x Reader): Criminal

Summary: You were on Team Cap for the fight in Germany, but it turns out you had a connection to a certain spiderling on the other side. With you in prison and then hiding Peter doesn’t know what to do.

A/N: Gets a bit angsty so be prepared. Still debating if I’ll continue this.


 “Wanda, please,” You begged, pleading with the other girl as you ran up to where she was laying in Vision’s arms, ‘We need to go - now.” You were losing, badly, Wanda had collapsed, and you’d lost sight of your other teammates.

“No. We stay with the team. We will lose this battle.” Wanda replied as you helped her stand up as Vision slowly moved away.

“But-” You start, trying to protest. You’d already found an easy escape route to take.

“Steve got away.” Wanda says, cutting you off, “We completed the mission. That’s how we do things around here. We’re a team so we stick together.” 

Before you could argue back you were surrounded by guards. It was too late for hiding now.

“Wanda, what should I do?” You asked, panicked as you looked around nervously. You’d never seen someone point a gun at someone else before, let alone at you.

“We surrender.” She replied, pulling herself to her feet shakily, placing her hands on her head.

You glanced around again, scanning the rest of the airport, hoping for someone else from your team to help you out. You looked around only to see all of the others already in handcuffs being shoved into a heavily armed truck.

You made eye contact with Clint for a fleeting moment. You could tell that this man, the man who had asked you to come fight this war could see the fear in your eyes and all you could see in his own eyes was regret.

You reluctantly placed your hands on your head and allowed them to restrain you before throwing you into the truck with the others, each of you in your own personal cage.


Despite your insistence that you would come willingly you were forced onto a cot and strapped down. At times you could hear the others so you knew that they were in cells close by. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

“-Tony Stark.” You hear Clint say loudly, and judging by the bitterness in his tone the man himself was actually here, “You better watch your back on this guy. There’s a chance he’s gonna break it.” You heard as you forced yourself out of the daze you’d been in. 

“How dare you-”

“Are you kidding me, Tony? They’re kids and you’re treating them like animals.” Clint replies angrily, his paternal instincts coming out as he argues about the two teen girls.

“With no suit, wings or arrows, you’re nothing.” Tony says, “Those girls are fully armed and dangerous.”

“Mr. Stark?” You called out straining to lift your head off the cot with your arms still chained down, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who was responsible for you being here, “Huge honor by the way, is there any chance of you letting us go? Because I have a massive Physics test on Wednesday and my teacher is going to kill me if I don’t show up.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” He taunts as you see him saunter over.

“Oh come on, I know you’re reading my file on that watch of yours.” You reply, rolling your eyes, “(Y/N) (L/N),  Midtown School of Science and Technology, Sophomore, honor roll, super speed. It’s all there.”

“Along with a series of behavior reports from your foster parents,” Tony Stark adds.

“See? I may be chained down but I’m not an idiot.” You reply with a slight smirk, “If you’re not going to let us go, can you tell Parker that I’m going to miss the robotics competition?”

“Parker-how do you know about him?” He asks quickly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and surprise causing you to grin, glad that you have his attention.

“Don’t worry, I just snuck a peek under the mask during the fight, his voice sounded familiar.” You explain, “We’re friends, we go to school together -I’d be surprised if he didn’t figure out who I am too- but that’s not the point, the point is that I’m on the drive team for robotics so they need to find somebody to replace me.” You told him, thinking of the scrappy geek of a friend that with no doubt was back at school already and hopefully wondering where you were.

 But Tony Stark was already walking away and you let your head fall back onto the cot, “Well, fuck you,” You muttered, realizing that no one would even know where you were.


“She’s where?!” Peter practically yelled into his phone, confused and angry, “Doesn’t she have to get a trial or something?”

“They’re considering them weapons of mass destruction. Those don’t get trials.” Tony’s detached voice told him.

“But she’s just a kid!” Peter protested.

“And so are you, but you two have abilities, those abilities make you different and hold you to a higher level of responsibility, you accepted that responsibility and so has (Y/N), now she has to face those consequences.” Tony explained.

“But-” Peter started to say before getting cut off.

“This wasn’t a game Peter, this was an all out war, and it makes her a criminal, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about it.” Tony said before hanging up, leaving Peter dumbfounded, confused, and just generally unsure of what to do. How could he help her? It so painful to think of (Y/N) being held in some sort of insane prison when there were actual criminals being allowed to run free. Not to mention the fact that Peter had been developing a bit of a crush on you, he felt like he had to save her.


You were restless, all of the pent up energy you had meant that you couldn’t sleep or even think clearly. You didn’t realize you were being broken out until the cuffs around your wrists and legs that you’d grown so accustomed to were suddenly opened.

Before you could mentally respond your body was sitting up right, “Oh thank god,” I cried as you launched yourself out of the door to your cell and into the open where you wrapped your arms around Steve, enveloping him in a tight hug before running to Wanda’s side, helping her out of her own cell and the straightjacket they’d put her in.

Minutes later you were sitting in the Quinjet with the rest of the team, Wanda was sitting quietly next to you (she still hadn’t said anything to anyone so you were just waiting it out), Clint was standing a ways away talking on a burner phone to his wife and kids, Scott was sleeping on a row of seats, and Sam was up front with Steve and Bucky.


“What do you mean they broke out? What’s going to happen to her? Is she going to be safe?” Peter asked, each question rapidly succeeding the other as he stood with Tony outside of Rhodey’s rehabilitation center.

“We’re not sure where they are or how exactly they got out, but she’s with Cap so she’s safe. Steve mentioned her specifically in his letter with specific hopes that you would know that she was okay.” Tony told the young man.

“What should I do? What can I do?” Peter asked, looking to his mentor for advice.

Tony sighed, unsure of what to say, “For now? Replace her on the robotics team, I’ll see if I can’t find a way for her to get back.”


You were wandering T’Challa’s mansion (it was the only place you were allowed to go freely since you and the rest of the team were still wanted criminals and with your powers you couldn’t handle sitting still for more than an hour) when you came across Steve.

“Captain Rogers,” You greeted him, “I really appreciate the whole breaking me out of maximum security prison thing, but when do I get to go home?” You asked. You obviously didn’t want to go back to The Raft, but you were feeling really cooped up and just wanted to get back to some semblance of your old life.

“(Y/N)…You can’t, they’re looking for you, for all of us. If you go back they’ll find you and throw you back in prison.” Steve told you.

“I have a life, school, friends back in Queens. What will they think if I just disappear like this?” You asked, surely people were still confused as to where you had disappeared to.

“We got some intel on that, when you were arrested they told your foster parents and school you were arrested on drug charges.” Steve told you, giving you that look of pity that people who felt bad about your situation always gave you.

“So no one cares that I’m gone.” You replied with sigh, you’d only been at this last home a few months, of course they wouldn’t care to look into what happened to you, you were just another troubled kid to them.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), with your record it seems like everyone accepted it would happen. I know it’s not fair. Considering the fact that you know that spiderman kid, there’s no way you can go back to your old life and pretend none of this happened.” He said before pulling you into an awkward hug before walking away.

You knew Steve was right, you’re not stupid. But it didn’t change the fact that you were standing in Wacanda with no hope of freedom. Would you ever see Peter again?

A Different Place

Summary: Y/N comes back from hell and gets a very cold welcome from the brothers as they weren’t the ones who got her out. 

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader (a little), Sam Winchester x Reader (friends)  

Word Count: 3,026

Warnings: Angst, Dean being a jerk, Sam being a sweetheart 

A/N: This was requested by an anon, based off of the song, Eyes Closed by State Champs. This basically wrote itself, so please tell me how you like it and if you even like it. Thanks for reading ♡ 

Feedback is welcome and much appreciated ♡


Originally posted by hunterchesters

This was the worst place ever, the place where she found out the truth. The place that seemed the same but truly was different.

Y/N couldn’t believe where she was nor what was happening because she wasn’t supposed to have a happy ending. She wasn’t supposed to find a way out of the pit even if she offered everything she had. She went into the pit so Sam wouldn’t so Dean could continue having his little brother as he promised her that he would find a way out. But Y/N always thought there was no way out, even if you were besties with the king himself. Because once you got in, you never got out. Which made no sense to Y/N as she walked the familiar streets of Kansas, surprised still knowing her way around. She continued to follow the streets until she passed a familiar tree, the same tree she always used as a turning point to the bunker. Her home. Y/N’s lips curled into a smile as she continued the path that she knew so well and her eyes lighted up once she saw the bunker. She sped her pace knowing it had to be the boys who saved her; who else would try after all these years. Since it was always the boys who got her ass out of trouble.

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Silver Storm (3/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness

 - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to  Marvels Silver Storm! *


                                                    Chapter 3

    Steve pulls the man out of the jet with him, harshly whispering to him as they leave.  Bucky stands, hand still grasping yours, and leads you out of the jet and into whatever building they took you to. As you pass a window, you peek out, seeing the most beautiful scene. You stop, pulling Bucky to a halt as you keeping gazing out the window at the gorgeous skyline.

“Where are we?” you ask softly. He takes his hand away from your and places it on your hip while standing behind you.

“New York, doll.”

“It’s so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever had a chance to see it like this.” Your tone is somewhat sad, memories of the times Hydra made you come here for missions play in your mind.

Originally posted by dincolodeumbre

“Well now you can. How about we go sight seeing sometime? I can show you all that you’ve-”

“I don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon.” Bucky’s cut off by the voice of the man from earlier. You both turn around, facing the still upset looking man.

“Stark, what are you-”

“Your friend here is a wanted assassin, Barnes. You really think you can go skipping around the city together? For all you know she’s a ticking time bomb.” The tone of his voice hits a nerve, reminding you of the way your handler spoke; it’s as if you weren’t even there. Your body tenses up like it does when you’re waiting on orders. Bucky notices, fisting his hands at his side.

“Tony, she’s a human being, not an animal. She was with Hydra for what? 10 years or less? She probably did half the kills I did in my time, and I’m here. So save your lecture. She’ll be cleared,” He shoots back. Tony rolls his eyes and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fine, I’ll give you that. But until she gets a psych evaluation, she stays in containment. We don’t know anything about her-”

“Did anyone look into the flash drive your friend retrieved from my superior? My files might be on there, he never let that thing out of sight,” you cut in. Tony sends you a glare, putting you right back into the tense mode.

“We’re looking into it right now. Why don’t you show her to her confinement area.”

Bucky grabs your hand, pulling you with him. As you step into the elevator, he shifts closer to you, cupping your face like before. You gasp, shocked at the movement. His face is getting closer to yours, and he slowly rests his forehead against yours.

 "I’m so sorry. I’ll figure all this out. We’ll find out who you are, and hopefully undo the damage they did to you,“ he whispers. You can feel his breath fan across your face. A feeling spreads across you, making you feel warm, almost safe. Another memory slips through the cracks, and you step back and place your hands on your head as it hits.


You were laying curled into Winter’s body on the concrete floor of your cell. It has been at least two days since any agents have entered. They only slide your food trays under the door. The room felt like it was below 0’ F; your body was shaking from the cold. Winter pulled you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tighter as your body rested against his.

"Is this better?” he quietly questioned. You nuzzled your face into his neck, lips slightly grazing it. You heard him suck in a sharp breath, and goosebumps appeared on his neck.

“Yes, much better, Soldier,” you said as you placed light kisses along his neck.

“Behave yourself, doll.” You could tell his warning was empty. You began nipping at his neck, pulling breathy gasps from him. His hold on you tightened even more, pushing you to him and making you feel his growing bulge.

“You know, there is something else we can do for warmth, Привлекательн (handsome)…” you purred into his ear. He flipped you both, placing himself between your legs. He rubbed his center against yours, making you whimper at the contact. He leaned down, barely brushing his lips against yours.

“If we get caught-”

“It would be worth it,” you pushed. The way he looked at you sent a different kind of chill through you. He looked at you as if you hold his world in your hands, as if maybe you’re them most beautiful and important thing to him. You finally broke the silence, pushing yourself forward and melting your lips to his. The shock it sent through your body was the most magnificent feeling . You wound your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Originally posted by couplenotes


You heard footsteps approaching down the hall, causing you to pull away and force him off you. He sent you a troubled look as the door jerked open.

“Серебро, ты готовишься к миссии (Silver, you are being prepped for a mission).”

You stood immediately, knowing that you had a good chance of being wiped (since Hydra just loved having any excuse to do it). You nodded and followed the agent. You looked back over your shoulder and saw a single tear roll down Winter’s face.


You’re on your knees in the elevator, still holding your head. Your breathing is uneven, and you can feel Bucky rubbing circles into your back as he whispers things to you.

"It’s okay, just relax,” he says. “Are all memories like that? That painful?” You nod, and he slowly helps you up and returns a hand to you waist. You didn’t notice the elevator doors open, but he guides you out. What was that memory? Did we ever-

 You blurt out your thoughts before you can stop yourself. “Bucky, were we - did anything ever happen with us while we were in that cell?” you ask. He doesn’t answer right away, just keeps moving you two through the floor you were on.

“Is that the memory you just had?” he asks, avoiding the question.

“Not exactly, you ..I…. Do you remember kissing m-” you’re interrupted by a door loudly sliding open in front of you. This must be the containment that Tony guy was talking about. You decide not to finish your question, instead just walking into the plain white room. There is a small bed against the wall, right across from a giant window looking into the hall. It’s like a fucking animal cage. They can just come in and watch me?

You turn to Bucky, rage evident in your expression. “You’re sticking me in a glorified animal cage?” you roar. His eyes widen. "It’s not a - It’s just a precaution. You heard what Tony said. You have to be evaluated before we can situated with something normal,“ he states, his voice was stern, snapping you out of your rage. It was the voice you recognize as the one he used in front of his superiors while at Hydra. Your blood ran cold, instantly flipping your switch into comply mode. You straighten your posture, and your face is expressionless. Bucky realizes what happened, regretting the way he just spoke.

Originally posted by agentcarterabc

 "Silver, I didn’t mean-” he doesn’t continue. He can already tell you won’t respond. He runs his hand down his face, kicking himself mentally. You hear a beeping start, and watch as he goes for his pocket. He pulls out a small phone, putting it to his ear.

“What?” he asks defeatedly. You aren’t sure what is said from the other side, but all he replies with is an “okay”. He slides it back into his pocket. “I have to go, they managed to get into the flash drive. I’ll come back after we see what’s on it, okay?” he leans forward, going to place his lips on your forehead. You stand still, still no emotion showing on your face.

“Relax a little, I’ll be back soon.” You don’t answer, just stand there. He hesitantly leaves, the door closing behind him. When he is out of sight, you glance around the room, your eyes landing on the giant window to the hall.

What the hell am I supposed to do? What if whatever is on the drive is bad? What if they send me back to Hydra, or keep me in this room ? I shouldn’t be here.


    You end up sitting on the bed, waiting for someone to come to you. After what feels like days, you finally see Bucky and Steve through the window. The door slides open and they both step in with hard to read looks across their faces. You’re on your feet in seconds. You don’t speak, you just wait for orders or whatever they are here for.

  “You aren’t a soldier anymore, ma'am. This isn’t Hydra.” Steve says with a hint of sincerity. You don’t move from your spot, afraid this is a trap. They shoot each other a look before Bucky speaks up.

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

“Doll, we think we have something you might want to see. Will you come with us?” he asks. You tilt your head to the side, confused on why you’re being given an option. You slowly nod ‘yes’ at them, and Bucky sticks his hand out for yours.You lay your hand in his gently, like before, and follow the men out of your room.

    After being on the elevator shortly, you’re being escorted into a large room with what you assume to be the rest of the Avengers sitting around a table. A holographic screen is in front of them, but all eyes are on you. You recognize most of the team from pictures you were shown at your previous base. Bucky pulls out a seat for you and you take it as he sits next to you.

“Alright Tony, keep going.”

    Five different screens are showing now. Two  of them are videos playing, showing you being injected with blue liquid and your body reacting. Another two videos are of you being trained, looking brutally abused, one including Bucky in it. And the last one was a photo of you, along with all your information; name, weight, height, etc.

Your breathing picks up and your hands begin to shake at the thought of what’s about to happen. You look to the screen where your information is shown.

Who the hell is Y/n?

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Shades of Blue

Jughead x Reader

Jughead is the reader’s best friend, and she’s liked him since grade school but has never told him. Based on the requested song: Shades of Blue by Ashton Edminster

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,102

A/N: So this was going to be sad, but then I got into a v happy mood and I couldn’t end it sad so here’s some fluffy lovey something idk


Cause all my shades of blue

Go away when I’m with you

Put a golden frame around my heart

Cause you make me feel like a piece of art

Secrets. They can tear people apart, or bring people together.

You have a secret.

A secret that would rock the walls of Riverdale High.

A secret that would change everything.
You love Jughead Jones.

Okay, so maybe it’s not that big of a secret, but still, you’ve been friends with Jughead since pre-school, and you’ve never once told him that. You’ve never once let it slip. You know that he only thinks of you as a friend, maybe even a sister. Your mom practically helped raise Jellybean, going over to babysit for the Jone’s whenever there were issues beyond your comprehension at the time. You ended up tagging along, becoming closer and closer with Jughead. You remember the time when you would make him sit as you tried to sketch him out, eventually trying to draw his likeness from memory.

You often think back fondly at a memories of times you tried to make Jughead sit so you could paint him, but it just ended up in him trying to get the most paint on you.

You smile, realizing that you’ve been there for him through everything, and you’ve come to rely on each other.

You have a relationship with him unlike anyone else, one that’s more playful, almost sibling-like in nature. He’s only like that with you, only willing to be that way around someone he’s known all his life.

During the summer from Freshman to Sophomore year, your mom stops babysitting Jellybean, and you still don’t know why. You continue to ask about it, mainly because you just want any excuse to spend more time with Jughead, but she doesn’t tell.

That’s her secret.

One day after school, you’re sitting in front of an easel in the art room with a paint-covered smock, working an abstract of a human girl, a bleeding heart coming out of the center. There’s something missing, though, and you can’t quite figure out what it is.

“Hey dork.” you hear a voice say, and you turn around to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway. Jughead.

“Hey idiot.” you respond to him, making him smirk.

“Let’s go to Pop’s. I want some fries.” he says, walking over to where you’re sitting and casting a shadow on your work of art.

You sigh and look up at him, motioning for him to move. He doesn’t move.

“Jug, move.” you say, standing up and shoving him with your shoulder playfully, trying not to get paint on him.

“No,” he shoves you back as per usual. Nudging shoulders has quickly become one of the things that only you guys understand. You go back to the stool you were sitting on, “What are you painting?”

You sit on the stool once more and stare at the piece, “Honestly I’m not sure. Any tips?”
He stares at it for a moment, putting out his thumb and finger in an ‘L’ shape, acting like he’s observing it in a deep manner, like a true art critic. He squints his eyes and then opens them like he has an idea.

“Paint a frame around the heart,” he says, not elaborating on what he means, “and do it quick, I want food.”  

You grab the gold paint, deciding to take his advice. You paint a square around the heart, adding depth to the top and the bottom to make it look more frame-like.

Surprisingly, it works. The frame makes the heart look like it’s out of her chest completely, like the woman in the painting is saving it for someone to take. You like the symbolism.

You take a step back and initial in the corner, marking the piece complete.

“That.. that worked?” Jughead’s voice makes you jump. You turn to him with the still-wet paint brush and silently threaten to mark his beanie if he scares her again.

He puts up his hands in surrender and you smile at him, “What? I just didn’t think it would, or that you’d actually take my advice for once.” he smirks.

“Shut up, you don’t give terrible advice…” you say nudging him on the shoulder again, “all the time.” you add.

You turn back to the painting, and then you put the brush in some water to soak and take off the smock.

“Pop’s?” he asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes. You walk out of the art room and turn off the lights to the girl with a frame around her heart.

I’d love to be the one to make you laugh

A few weeks go by, and Jughead has made the decision to investigate the Jason Blossom murder, and has even decided to write a novel about it. Because of this, he becomes distant.

He even starts hanging out with Betty Cooper.

You have nothing against Betty Cooper, by any means, you’re only slightly jealous because deep down you know that he’s starting to like her.

You want Jughead to be happy, and in the end if that’s not with you, you’re going to have to deal with it.

You swallow your pride, and every time he brings her up you listen intently, nodding and offering advice. He mainly asks about what they should do to proceed with the case, and since that has nothing to do with his relationship with her, you’re fine with answering them.

He still finds time for you, so it’s not like he’s completely distancing himself, but you do notice a slight shift in the way he acts. He’s nervous around you now, like he has something to hide, a secret, but you only catch glimpses of it.

Soon, a rumor starts going around school that he’s asked out Betty, and you sink into yourself for a few days, not talking to anyone, to deal with the news. You want to text him about it, but you don’t feel like it’s your place. You resign yourself into being the best friend, the sister figure in his life. Somewhere deep down you’ve always known that’s what you would always be to him. Now there is no way around it.

The week after hearing the news, you walk towards Pop’s on a Friday night. This is, without a doubt, one of your favorite days of the week, not only because of the start of the weekend, but because you always meet up with Jughead for fries and a milkshake and talk about anything that you’ve missed that week.

No matter what, he’s always there waiting for you with fries and a milkshake.

Today starts as no different, until you see someone sitting in your spot across from Jughead in your regular booth.

The all too familiar blonde ponytail waves from side to side as she shakes her head and laughs at something he said.

She replies, saying something I can’t hear, because the world is blurring around me, causing tunnel vision.

He laughs in response. And not just a small chuckle like he does with you, but a full laugh with a smile nearly from ear to ear. He looks back at her and his eyes seem to look into hers, and you realize he’s never looked at you like that before.

Then he looks up and locks eyes with you, and you know that he can read exactly what you’re thinking because all of his features change. You’ve caught him in a lie, you’ve caught him with his secret, and he knows it.

You walk out the door, and it slams behind you unintentionally. You put a hand over your mouth to keep sobs from escaping.

The rumors, they’re true. You thought you had dealt with it, but seeing it in person is a whole different story.

You start walking home, afraid that you’ll never be able to make him laugh the way she just did.

I’d love to hear each thought upon your mind

I’d love to hang on close to every word that I could find

You ignore him for the weekend, and even part of the week, not able to talk to him just yet. You need time to process and to heal, and then to move on and try to find someone else. Maybe Archie Andrews?

You shake the thought from your head as soon as it enters, he’s just not your type. Nice guy, not your type.

You’re walking home from school, when you hear footsteps coming up behind you. You know who it is without even needing to look.

You ignore him for a few minutes before he says, “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

You.

“Oh, the uh, school talent show.” you stammer, trying to cover.

“Really?” he questions, lifting his eyebrows. He knows you too well to know when you’re lying about something like this.

“Yeah, thinking about entering it. Speed painting, maybe.” you offer, shrugging your shoulders.

“You should.” he says.

You look at him, surprised, “Really?”

“Your paintings are beautiful, you’d bring the crowd to their feet.” he compliments.

“No…” You shake it off, and you begin to notice his nerves coming back. Something’s up and you’re worried this is how he’s going to break the news that him and Betty are official.

“Yes, you would. Your art would light up any room, and not to mention the presence you would have on stage would just be stunning and…” he’s complimenting you too much.

“No, Juggie, stop.” you interrupt him, stopping and turning to face him.

“What?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.

“I don’t… I…” you struggle to admit what you’ve been hiding from him since grade school, you can’t form the words to tell him.

“(Y/N), what is it?” He puts a hand on your arm, and his touch makes you seize up, your skin growing cold.

“I can’t do this anymore.” you say abruptly, turning away from him so you can’t see his face anymore.

“Do what?” He asks, still close. He doesn’t touch you, but you know that he’s there. He’s there to hold you if you need.

“I can’t listen to you talk about me like that. I can’t. My head will get all messed up and get the wrong ideas. You have Betty, she’s your girlfriend.-” you turn back around to face him, and you can see him trying to say something, but if you don’t tell him about your secret now, you know you never will, so you hold up a hand to him to let you continue speaking, “-and trust me I know, I know I’m your best friend and that we tell each other everything. And you have no idea how much I would love to just hear you go on and on… but it’s wrong, Juggie.”

He gives you a questioning look, silent. You’re trying to hold it together, but a few tears slip from your eyes.
“I’m trying to say that the one secret I haven’t told you, the one thing that I’ve kept from you all these years… is that I am in love with you. I am utterly and completely in love with you, Jughead Jones.” You admit, not able to look him in the eyes. There’s tears dripping down your cheeks, and you don’t want him to see you cry.

“God, (Y/N.” He says, gently lifting your chin to make you look at him.

“What?” you ask, voice cracking, barely a whisper.

“Betty and I… we’re just friends. I was asking her advice about this other girl, I can’t get her off my mind. I’ve been getting nervous around her, and I sound like, well, an idiot.” he admits, and now it’s your turn to be confused.

“Who? Who do you have on your mind?” you question, very aware of his body getting ever so closer to yours.

“You, ya dork.” he gives you a smirk.

“What?” you ask, nothing really computing yet.

His hands hesitate to touch you, worried about what you will say next. He drops his hand from your chin.

Suddenly, it all clicks, all of the glances, all of the nerves, all of the playful shoves and banter. It was flirting, you’ve been flirting.

You grab his neck gently, bringing his lips to meet yours, your bodies finally crashing together. His hands don’t hesitate anymore, going directly to your waist and pulling you closer, if it’s possible.

“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.” you whisper once your lips part, foreheads together.

“I love you, dork.”


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Creepypasta #1243: Auggie The Clock Watcher

Length: Super long

There was very little to enjoy about working in the fast food industry, but nothing quite so bad as the customers. They were demanding, impatient, and firmly believed they were right even when it was obvious to everyone else that they were not. The worst were the parents who left their kids in the restaurant and expected us to babysit while they went shopping in the plaza next door, even after they’d been asked and then told not to.

Many of us were fairly young ourselves with no idea how to handle a rambunctious, messy child, so if anything ever happened to them, we’d be totally lost. That ever present concern just made us dislike them even more.

The only exception was Auggie. Although he was pushing middle aged, a head injury when he was young had left him with cognitive issues so that he behaved like a child, albeit a very polite, well mannered one. His mom did her best to make sure he had a caretaker during the day, but when they were unavailable, she’d drop him off with us. She worked at an upscale department store across the way and would check in every half hour, but our answer was always the same.

“Auggie’s fine.”

Unlike the others left in our (mostly unwilling) care, he never made any fuss or raised his voice and he kept himself occupied with books and toys that he carried in his dinosaur backpack when we were busy. During our downtimes, which were frequent in the later hours, he’d show us what he’d brought in that day and ask us about ourselves, all the while smiling shyly and keeping his eyes diverted to the floor.

When he wasn’t playing quietly or reading, I noticed that Auggie liked to watch the clock. Whenever it got close to an hour mark, he’d stop what he was doing and run his index finger excitedly across his bottom lip, after which he’d go back to his previous activity with a pleased little bob of his head.

It was an unusual, but endearing habit and I found myself watching him every time he watched the clock. The happiness that it brought him was kind of infectious and it always helped brighten my mood, even if I didn’t understand why he did it.

When he came to the counter one quiet afternoon to order his usual hamburger and fries, I asked him about it.

“You really like that clock, huh, Auggie?” I asked as I slid his tray over to him.

“Yes, Miss Ivy.” He said quietly.

“Do you have one like it at home?”

He gave a small shake of his head. “We got the ones with numbers.”

I figured he meant digital. “You like them too?”

He looked up enough to catch a brief glimpse of my face and, when he saw that I was smiling, his excitement started to take hold. “Yeah, they’re easier to read, but this one’s good.”

“What do you like about them?”

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Life of the Party

Warnings: Alcohol use and some naughty things are implied but it’s not bad!! (I don’t write smut pls don’t ask me to)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Angst ?? Maybe?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Wowee I’m trying to whip these out buT I hope you guys are liking them so far, I’m making a masterlist as we speak :) Also don’t be afraid to send me requests because I love them!!


You knew taking Peter to a house party was a bad idea. Recently he’d been getting more and more physically fit (you had no idea how, exercise was that boy’s worst enemy) but he was still pretty small. You had never seen Peter drink before and you were fairly sure this would be his first time so you insisted that he started off slow.

“Dude trust me, you’re a lightweight,” you laughed as he grabbed another red cup filled with God knows what. “Take it easy, I don’t want to have to drag you home.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” he insisted and downed the contents immediately. “Listen, I’m gonna go try to find the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute.” You nodded and watched him leave, rolling your eyes as soon as he turned away. There was absolutely no way this night was going to end up well for him. Peter wasn’t really the partying type since he was painfully awkward and nerdy. You loved him to death but socializing really wasn’t his thing. It was your own fault that he had even gone in the first place. The party was being thrown by your best friend Emma who you knew had a massive crush on Peter.

“Hey Y/N!” Speak of the devil, Emma appeared in front of you with a huge grin on her face. You could tell she was a little tipsy herself by her rosy cheeks and the smell of alcohol that was coming off of her.

“Em, this is such a great party!” you examined. “I’m glad I finally found you, I got ditched by Peter so I’m flying solo at the moment.”

“He’s here?!” she asked incredulously. You nodded, laughing at the shock on her face.

“He left a few minutes ago to find the bathroom. I don’t know if he’ll ever come back,” you giggled.

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you’d be able to get him to come. I need to change, will you help me pick out an outfit that’ll impress him? I think tonight is the night.” You agreed to help her against your better judgement. You knew that Emma had been crushing on him for a while, but it suddenly became way too real. Don’t get me wrong, you loved her dearly, but she had a bad habit of sleeping with guys and then losing interest almost immediately afterwards. You really didn’t want Peter to get hurt and you knew that you would probably feel super awkward about it for the rest of your life. That and the fact that you had some feelings for him as well. Not that you’d ever tell anyone that though.

You followed Emma up to her room and watched as she pulled out different articles of clothing from her closet. You felt a tiny bit nauseous as you noticed how little fabric each of them was made of. It’s not that you didn’t want her to be happy, it’s just that you knew how this always went. Emma was stunningly beautiful, smart, and funny so she never had any trouble getting what she wanted.

“Y/N, do you think Peter would prefer a hot pink or black thong?” she asked with a wink.

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered. “I don’t think he cares all that much.”

“You’re probably right,” she said, sighing. “I think I’m gonna go with pink. It’ll look cuter and match my bra. So, I was thinking maybe I should wear either the bodycon dress or this crop top. Opinions?” You were growing more anxious by the second, your breath caught in your throat.

“I like the dress,” you finally managed to say. Emma’s face lit up.

“I thought the same thing!” she exclaimed. “Alright, before I get changed I have to make sure you’re good with this. I know you and Peter are really close so if this is weird at all please let me know.” This was your chance. It was the perfect opportunity to tell her how you felt about him. Your brain was screaming at you to tell her the truth, to stop this whole thing.

“Nope,” you said with the best fake smile you could muster. “Go get him, tiger.” She laughed and punched your arm, disappearing to change her clothes. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. The air was stifling and you decided it was time for you to head home. You stepped into the hallway and dialed Peter’s number. He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/N!” he shouted. “Where are you? I just did like three shots of something and I feel great! This dude gave me a brownie earlier and, let me tell you, that wasn’t a normal brownie. You gotta come here, we’re playing truth or dare!”

“Pete, I’m not feeling that great,” you said, which was true. “I think I’m gonna head home. I don’t want to ruin your night so Emma offered to make sure you get home safe.”

“What?” he asked loudly. “No way, you have to stay! This is so fun!”

“Sorry, my ride’s here,” you said.

“But you drove us-” he started to argue but you hung up. You shoved your phone in your pocket and made your way back downstairs. You felt super lightheaded and dizzy and quickly found a bathroom where you threw up all the alcohol you had drank. You sat on the floor in front of the toilet for a while feeling absolutely miserable. When you felt well enough, you stood up and went to leave. You were halfway out the door before you realized you didn’t have your keys. They must have been up in Emma’s room still. You groaned, trudging back up to retrieve them. When you got to her room, you saw that the door was closed and probably locked.  

“Fantastic,” you grumbled. “I wonder what could possibly be happening in there…” You started pacing as you considered your options but went completely still as you heard Peter’s voice from inside.

“H-hey Emma, I don’t know about this,” he said. She said something back that you couldn’t quite make out. She obviously wasn’t as wasted as he was and could actually control the volume of her voice.

“What are you doing?” he asked, the panic in his voice making you a million times more anxious. “Ok hold on don’t take this the wrong way, you’re really hot and… girl-ish, but uh I don’t think we should…”

“Why not?” you heard Emma ask, sounding hurt. “Is there somebody else? Are you just not ready? Because in that case I’ll totally wait!”

“Um yeah there’s someone else,” he said. “I’m really really sorry.” This puzzled you a little. Peter had been pretty open about his crushes in the past, but he hadn’t said anything to you recently about anyone. Apparently Emma had the same thought.

“Who is it?” she asked. There was a long pause. “Oh my god, I knew it! She doesn’t know, does she?”

“No,” Peter replied, “and I don’t know if she should… Promise you won’t tell her?”

“How could I not?” Emma exclaimed. “Y/N is my best friend!” Your heart stopped. They were talking about you? You backed away from the door, processing this information. Tonight obviously was a bad time to confront him about it since you were fairly confident he wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. How would you bring it up though? You were super overwhelmed and at that point you just wanted to go to bed. Summoning all of your courage, you knocked on the door. The voices went silent, and after a moment Emma opened the door.

“Uh hi,” you said awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I think I left my keys here earlier and I kinda need them…” You glanced behind your friend and your eyes met with Peter’s. He looked away almost immediately. His shirt was on inside out and his hair was messed up, and you tried to ignore the dark purple spot on his neck.

“Oh! Hang on, I’ll grab them,” Emma said with a noticeably forced smile.

“Thanks,” you said. “Um hey Pete. Sorry I’m leaving early, I-”

“I’ll go with you,” he said quickly. “I drank a lot and I can barely see straight, I think I’m done for the night.”

“O-Okay,” you said. Emma handed you your keys and you smiled sympathetically.

“I guess I’ll see you guys later,” she said. “Drive safe!”

“Thanks,” you said. “It was fun, enjoy the rest of the party!” You turned and quickly left, Peter trailing behind you. You intended to just ignore him on the way home, but he was stumbling so much that you had to help him walk. With his arm around your shoulder, the two of you walked outside to look for your car.

“So,” Peter said after a while. “You were right. I should have taken it easy with the drinks.” You laughed softly, unlocking your car as you approached.

“It’s all good,” you said. “Although, you might regret it a lot more in the morning.”

“I have something I have to tell you,” he blurted. “Emma was there and we were kissing and stuff but like it wasn’t right and basically what I’m trying to say is that IreallylikeyouandIwannadateyou.”

“Peter you’re drunk, just get in the car,” you laughed.

“I’m being serious!” he exclaimed as he sat down in the passenger seat.

“I know you are,” you said. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow, ok? That way you can ask me out properly and you’ll actually remember when I say yes.”

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I’m sorry if this part sucked, I wrote this really late at night and I had a hard time writing this because I got writer’s block…

Originally posted by ayutas

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Series/Fluff/ANGST/smUT/College AU

Warnings: Cursing

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Save Yourself

Summary: Jaime Lannister had been a good friend of you since you were just a child only did you start crushing on him a while ago. Now you made it your mission to save him from Cersei. But that would only work if he wants to save himself, too.

Words: 1562

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Reader

Originally posted by dreamsaddictedfangirl

Warnings: mentions of Lannister incest, small spoilers of 07x04, I kind of altered the timelines a little (which you probably won’t notice in this one yet)

A/N: So this is my first ever Game of Thrones fanfiction and I still have to warm up to the trope so don’t expect the best of me yet. I feel like this could have the potential for a second part, would that be something you want? Please leave some feedback! Also if you want to be tagged in eventual future GoT stuff, let me know!
AO3  Part Two  Part Three


Living in King’s Landing had never been easy for you or anyone here. At least not with the Kings and Queens you had. And with Cersei on the throne? You believed you were all doomed. Especially Jaime because he was just too blind to realize.

It was no secret that you had been close to the Lannister brothers, Jaime and Tyrion since you were a child. You used to play a lot because their father was good friends with your father. Cersei though, she was a whole different thing. She always envied you whenever you would just spend the slightest time with Jaime. You were surprised she didn’t find a reason to behead you or make you leave King’s Landing.

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OUR TIME APART | PARK JINYOUNG

Originally posted by umma-jy

“You need to know that there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, I just want you to know that it isn’t your fault. I love you.”

pairing: jinyoung x reader

summary: he’s a successful ceo but just five years ago he used to be the love of your life

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The Sun and The Stars {2}

Previous parts: Part 1

Word Count: 3158

Warnings: some light nsfw content

Originally posted by rohgers

You have to leave. That man knew you and if anyone knew you, then it was time to leave, but you were thrown off by what he’d called you. My star. What a strange thing to call someone.

You couldn’t recall a single thing about this man but the way he looked at you, with a certain tenderness in his clear blue eyes…it unnerved you. He knew you and something deep inside you told you that he cared for you, which was unthinkable. No one cared for you.

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You’re Who?

Originally posted by to-find-out

Summary: You meet Steve Rogers in a coffee shop, only you don’t know its Steve Rogers. When you do find out who he is, your reaction is not what he expected.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Word Count: 1,241

Warnings: Like one curse word and thats it

A/N: Been a while since my last fic. Sorry about that. School has been crazy. Hopefully this isn’t too painful to read. And please, feedback and requests are my two favorite things! Don’t be afraid to send them in!

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Sinbad no Bouken 139 RAW + a Summary!

Here are the raws for Sinbad no Bouken 139 and a summary! Falan tells Sinbad about the true nature of destiny according to her. But how will he react? :O 

Just a reminder, to anyone who follows me and enjoys these raws/summaries, parts of or even all of these summaries could be completely wrong, so be advised as you read them as I am by no means a professional translator!

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