and that blouse looks great on her


She was achy, her eyes were killing her and the constant thrum in her head was just a friendly reminder that she had cried herself to sleep last night, and was now paying the consequences.

She was sure she didn’t look that great either. Her normal put together look was just not gonna happen today, she was too damn tired. Running a hand through her messy ponytail, she sighed, buttoning the blouse she had on, holding her hands to her heart. How did she get here?

She had never thought he would hurt her, she trusted him. He knew how important that trust was to her, so how could he do this?

The “he” in question was none other than her boyfriend of six months, Jughead jones.

Leaning against her locker, gently resting her head on the cool metal grates she closed her eyes. She was early and she allowed herself a minute to enjoy the quiet of the empty halls. She had to wake up practically an hour early to avoid Jughead, he always walked her to school and she couldn’t even look at him right now.

Thinking of the beanie wearing boy, her eyes welled with unshed tears, she loved him. She was so stupid. She should have learned, it was nearly impossible to love her. Archie had made that clear, and now the picture in her phone of Jughead and Sabrina spellman further cemented that fact.

She had been having an amazing day, cherrleading with Ronnie, manicures with Kevin. She settled into her bed content and happy last night.

That was until she received a picture message from Cheryl blossom with the words

“I know we aren’t besties, but I wanted you to see it from me first. Sorry girl.”

Attached to it was a picture of Jughead kissing the short haired blonde in a booth at pops, it was taken from a distance so it was a bit blurry, the beanie was visible and the curvy blonde was recognizable from any distance.

Obviously he didn’t care about her at all,he didn’t even try to hide. It all happened right there at pops, she was humiliated, heart broken and just sad.

Suddenly students started filtering in and she lifted her head from the locker. Immediately she noticed the looks, people were staring at her whispering. Holding her head high, she clutched her books to her chest. They wouldn’t win, not with her.

Suddenly the front doors slammed open and jughead stood feet away from her, he looked almost worse than she did, the blood shot eyes, dirty flannel and missing beanie.

Woah. She had only seen him without a beanie a few times and that was never in front of other people. She wasn’t going to stand here and admire his mess of black waves though, she had to go. Get out of this hallway. Turning on her heel, she took off, shoulders slumped and tears steaming. She heard his heavy, quick footsteps behind her.

“Betty, bets, please. Talk to me, you wouldn’t answer any of my messages last night and when I came over your dad said you wouldn’t see me, I have to explain, please let me explain.” He was pleading. She could hear it in his voice. Jumping to stand in front of her he reached for her face “bets” she flinched away. All she could see was that damn picture.

“Just…just leave me alone.” She whispered

“Betty.” He choked out.

Suddenly she was ushered into a classroom and was being embraced by the gorgeous raven haired girl she was lucky enough to call her best friend.

“It’s not what you think B, I was there I saw it all. That skank pretty much jumped him. I know it looks horrible, but you have to believe him. He loves you.”

Betty couldn’t comprehend all this. It was too much

“ I have to go, class is starting. Thank you Ronnie.” She walked out the door.

Maybe she was right, maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But could she let her heart be that vulnerable? She’d allowed her heart to be destroyed by Archie, she couldn’t let that happen again.

Walking into her chemistry class, she took a deep breathe, she forgot. She sat next to Jughead in this class. The room went quiet as she took her seat. Everyone was waiting for her to explode. Fortunately for her, her family had taught her to only explode on the inside.

As soon as professor flute started speaking, Jughead turned to her.

“ I am so sorry baby.” She straightened a bit, he only ever called her baby when he was scared.

“I didn’t even realize it was happening. One second she’s asking for my ketchup and the next she’s sitting there, talking to me, touching me. Than before I knew it she attacked me. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her get that close, I don’t think. I’m the biggest asshole in the world. But I promise you, I did not kiss her. I would never. I.. betty .. please you have to know how much I love you.”

She looked into his eyes finally, her heart ached when she noticed the tears in her eyes.

“She’s beautiful juggie.” She whispered

His eyes widened and he shook his head, placing his hand under her chin

“Betty.. don’t you get it? You’re everything.”

Her eyes closed and she let the tears hit his palm.

“I love you Jughead. I can’t.. I can’t let you break my heart.. I don’t..”

“No.” he said drawing the professors eyes towards his. Even the old man seemed to realize this couldn’t wait “No Betty. That’s not me, I will never break your heart. Not on purpose. You know me, I would rather die than hurt you. You’re so beautiful and good and kind I… God please don’t leave me. ”

She closed her eyes when she felt his tears hit her arms, that he was gripping.

“I believe you ” she finally breathed out, grabbing his hand.

Almost all of the tension he was holding in was instantly released. “Thank you, thankyou so much.”

“I’m gonna kill Sabrina, you know that right?” She said her face hard as stone.

Jughead nodded

“If it makes you feel any better, I pretty much lost it on her, called her a few choice names and then very gently shoved her out of the booth.”

Betty laughed, leaning into her boyfriend.

“That’s nothing compared to when I see her.”

He snorted
“I know, I expect nothing less.”

Looking into his eyes, she saw the love shining through them, it made her heart flutter

“I love you Jughead.”

He dropped his lips to hers, with the brightest smile she had ever seen he whispered

“Not nearly as much as I love you Betty Cooper.”

As soon as there lips touched each other’s the class erupted into simultaneous

And professor flute cleared his throat effectively ruining the moment.

“Now if we can continue.” He raised a pointed brow towards the couple.

Swinging his arm over Betty, Jughead smiled at the teacher

“After you.”

Betty giggled.

The Other Woman

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2508

Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.

Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.

The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.

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A New Beginning Part 2

Summary:  After moving a lot, you found yourself in a small town in the middle of Europe ready for a new start. You see yourself falling in love for the city and developing a crush for the cute stranger that you never had the courage to talk to until you’re forced to. (Modern Au)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 2492

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy. And Steve with a beard because that should be a warning.

Thanks to @widowsfics for being my beta

Credits to the gifs owners


For the rest of week you saw Steve every morning, he was always waiting for you on the same bench with a cup of coffee and some pastry. You always loved your mornings, you loved the cold weather and how you could just be yourself without having any social interactions.

But since you started to spend your mornings with Steve, you found out that you liked to have someone wishing you good morning every day and caring for if you were going to have a good day,

Steve was still a mystery for you, he flirted and smiled but at the same time he was shy and blushed a lot. You talk too much around him and not because you are nervous but because the way he directs the conversation towards you like he always wants to know more about you.

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 14.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you  

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

You were wrapped in the blankets with a book on your lap and the tv on to have it as background noise, but none of it really distracted your mind of Yoongi and Sonya.

You didn’t want to be the typical dramatic girlfriend, although thinking yourself as a girlfriend fell short in what you thought you were. You were his lover, his partner. So you didn’t understand why he hadn’t mentioned meeting his ex, if you could call her that.

You thought it was the shock, it wasn’t like you hadn’t known he had had other women, but seeing him with one of them, in the same room, coming alone from who knows where made you scowl with anger. In the past he had told you women who crossed him had suffered the consequences, a threat to you that should have driven you away from him, but here you were. He hadn’t told you he was in good terms with at least one of them.

The worst thing was he wasn’t coming. Staying still and waiting wouldn’t be something you’d do although you were forcing yourself to do just that, you thought about going wherever he was just to make yourself present, but then you also thought about leaving, but as you didn’t have any other place for the moment you had to stay. That fact made you even angrier, maybe you should just call Anji or Yuri to go out for a moment, the day was ending and going out just like that would be more than imprudent but you truly wanted it.

You thought that if he wasn’t coming in half an hour then you’d go out, at the moment you weren’t considering if you were overreacting or not, you just thought about how wronged you felt. They had heard them, people or other demons, had heard them having sex.
It made you crazy imaging it.

You were contemplating the few clothes you had with you, you hadn’t even gone shopping but then it wasn’t like you had the mind to think about that, the door opened and he came in, he seemed surprised to see you but you ignored it, drifting your eyes again to the few pieces of clothing hanging in the closet.

-What?- he asked unceremoniously but you ignored him again. -Y/N- he pressed and you didn’t hear him coming, only noticing him when he was standing beside you. -Are you going out?- You nodded. -Care to tell me? Haven’t you have enough for one day?-

You huffed. -The nerve-

-What?- he asked again. -Why are you angry?-

You rolled your eyes at him, you thought Taehyung would have told him about it, or Jungkook or even Jimin, but they didn’t so maybe they were on your side, or maybe they just didn’t care about some stupid jealousy problem.

-Why didn’t you tell me?-

-Tell you what?-

-You meeting with you “ex”- you crossed your arms. Yoongi stared at you for a moment, you were breathing heavily, fuming, but he just stared at you, all over, and after what you thought was too long and you were thinking what to say to him he chuckled, he actually chuckled.

-You think this is funny?-

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Daddy - Chapter 1 - Surprise

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Fear gradually diminishes as love grows.

~Karol Wojtyla

Jughead Jones walked down the street, enjoying the cool autumn air and the leaves that were floating down to the ground around him.  He was back in New York and he couldn’t have been happier about it.  He had spent a couple years here after graduation taking writing courses at NYU to perfect his writing skills and at 20, he had returned home to Riverdale and spent the last two and a half years writing online and doing editing work for online magazines and newspapers.  He had even gotten to write articles for some of them.  

Two months ago he had gotten a call from a large publishing firm that they would love for him to edit for them, with the option to work from home, but only if he moved to New York so if he was needed in the office, he could come in.  They were also interested in some of the work he had written.  His little drabbles online had paid off and he was more than happy to pick up and move so he could immerse himself in the publishing world.  He had left Riverdale a month later.  

Jughead sometimes wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.  He was just coming up on 23 and everything he’d ever wanted was kind of just falling into his lap.  His life growing up hadn’t been the greatest and he had just barely managed to escape falling into gang life with his dad.  All he’d ever wanted was to write and now that dream was coming true.  He had been in the neighbourhood looking at an apartment and it looked good for him to get it and now he just had to wait for the call.  It was a studio and it wasn’t the biggest, but it was comfortable and it was all he needed.

He walked slowly, his hands in his pockets and glanced around at his surroundings.  It was a great neighbourhood.  Lots of café’s and coffee shops and great places to eat.  He wasn’t much of a cook and he liked to eat so he really hoped he got the place.  He was walking by a small park and smiled at the laughter and squeals of children.  He didn’t mind being in an area that was family friendly, he figured there would be less trouble that way.  He glanced into the park area, his eyes roaming over the kids playing on a play structure and the few adults sitting around keeping a close eye.

Jughead kept walking and then he froze.  He furrowed his brow and took a couple steps back and looked again.  She was sitting on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, her forearms resting on her knee, her hands folded.  She was sitting casually, her crossed leg waving back and forth, a small smile on her face.  She was looking toward the play structure, every once in a while, glancing down and picking at a nail.  Jughead bit his lip and studied the girl.  It was definitely her.  It had been two and a half years and he hadn’t forgotten her face.  In fact, he was loath to admit, he thought of her often.  


2 and a half years earlier……

Jughead couldn’t help but notice the pretty blonde across the room who kept glancing his way.  He hadn’t wanted to come to the party but since he was going back to Riverdale the next day, he let his friend drag him to the end of year party and had completely planned on sulking in the corner but the eyes that kept looking his way had his interest peeked.  He wasn’t much into the party scene and was going to cut out early, but now he found himself slowly making his way toward her.  She was standing by the double doors that led outside to the balcony and kept shaking her head at different guys that came up to her.  She had been nursing the same red solo cup of beer for almost an hour and he figured she could probably use a fresh one.  She watched him come closer and smiled shyly at him, her cheek slightly pink in a pretty blush.

“Hey,” he said, smiling down at her when he finally reached her.  He handed her the cup and she smiled and took it, putting the old one on the table behind her.  

“Hi,” she said softly, taking a sip of the beer.  

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, for lack of anything better to ask.

“It’s ok,” she said with a shrug.  “Not really my scene.  Got dragged here by some friends who pretty much ditched me the minute we got here,” she said with a laugh.  

“Hey, J!  We’re going to the roof to check out the view, wanna join us?” one of his buddies called from across the room.

“No, I’m good,” he called back.  His friend shrugged and disappeared into the next room.

“Don’t care for a good view?” she asked, leaning back against the door frame.  

“I have a pretty good one from where I’m standing,” he said with a wink.  She lowered her eyes and flushed.  Someone jostled Jughead from behind as they hurried inside from the balcony and he fell towards her and managed to grab the frame above her head before he crashed into her.  She smelled damn good.  Like flowers and vanilla.  “You wanna step out on the balcony?” he asked with a smile.  She nodded and followed him out the door.  It was quieter and he leaned against the railing, crossing his feet at the ankles.

“I like your hat,” she blurted, taking another sip of her beer.

“Thank you,” he said, touching his beanie.  

“So, is your name Jay? Or is it like the letter J, as in Jackson or something?” she asked, leaning against the railing next to him so she was facing him.

“No,” he said with a chuckle.  “My name’s Jughead.”

“Jughead?  That’s unusual.  Is it a nickname?”

“You’re very astute,” he said with a tilt of his head.  “Been my nickname since I was a kid.  My real name is a bit horrifying and I never share it.”

“I like it,” she said with a grin.  “My name’s Betty.”

“Hi Betty,” he said softly.  ‘

“Hi Jughead.”  She was studying him and biting her lip and truth be told, it was driving him fucking crazy.  The way her eyes kept flickering to his mouth drove him nuts too.

Jughead wasn’t exactly inexperienced with women, but he was a bit of loner and focused so much on writing that he didn’t get out much or date a lot but he’d had his high school girlfriend and a girlfriend last year, so he had the usual experience with women that guys had by 20, just not a lot of them.  He didn’t run after women like his friends did, but this one, with her beautiful green eyes and shy smile made his body ache in a way that it hadn’t in quite a while.  He was leaving for home tomorrow and he really didn’t know what possessed him to make a move knowing it wasn’t going to go anywhere but he suddenly had a mad urge to taste her mouth.

“You wanna get outta here?” he asked quietly.  Her eyes widened slightly at his question and she bit her lip as if considering.  He was about to change his mind when she answered.

“Yes.”  He smiled and waited while she downed her beer and took her hand and they weaved their way back inside through the crowd and out of the apartment.  In the elevator she watched him, looking a little nervous and he smiled and tucked a blonde curl behind her ear.  

“Got anywhere you’d like to go?”   She chewed her lip and looked like she was going to bolt the second the door opened and he was starting to regret his impulsive decision to leave the party with her.  “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.  “We can go back to the party if you like, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I…I’ve just never done this before,” she said anxiously and much to his delight, popped a mint in her mouth from her bag.

“I haven’t either,” he said softly.  She looked like she didn’t believe him.

“But you’re so good looking,” she blurted and then turned red.  Jughead cursed the flush he felt creep up his neck.  For whatever reason, seeing him blush seemed to calm her down.

“I’m a little shy,” he said with a shrug.  The door opened to the lobby and he took her hand and walked out with her.  “We could go for a walk?”  She nodded and they headed outside, still holding hands.  

“So you’re taking classes here?” she asked as they walked slowly down the sidewalk.  

“Yes, fine tuning my writing skills,” he said glancing down at her.  God, she was pretty.  He liked what she was wearing.  A skirt that came to mid-thigh and a pretty blouse.  It wasn’t exactly a sexy party outfit, more on the conservative side but it looked great on her.  

“Are you finished now?” she asked.

“Yes, going back home tomorrow actually,” he said slowly.  She simply nodded, not seeming bothered by that fact.

“You don’t live in New York?”

“Nope, small town boy right here,” he said with a smile.  

“That explains it,” she said with a smile of her own.

“What does it explain?”

“Why you don’t like the party scene and why you’re shy,” she said with a laugh.

“Well, you seem shy and you don’t like it either, you from a small town?”  

“No, New York is my home, I’m just boring,” Betty said laughing again.

“I doubt that,” he said softly.  She paused suddenly and turned to look at him.  He stopped and looked at her.  

“So, what did you have in mind when we left the party,” she asked quietly.  

“I’m not sure really,” he said with a smile.  “Just that I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted.  She stepped closer and with a sudden bold move, stood on her tip toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth.  Her lips were so soft and she tasted like the mint she had eaten.  She pulled back and looked at his face and he smiled and took her face in his hands and kissed her again.  He kissed her longer and when he pulled back she was breathing heavy.

“I don’t do things like this,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.  

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his own breathing a little hitched.  She shook her head and kissed him again.  Jughead took it a bit further and flicked his tongue against her bottom lip and she gasped and he pressed into her mouth for a moment and then pulled back.  She chased him with her own tongue.  He groaned and hauled her against him, his mouth taking full possession, his tongue sinking inside.  After a moment she wrenched her mouth away, her hands clutching his shirt.  

“I live half a block from here,” she whispered, her face red and her eyes looking down, almost afraid to look at him.

“Okay,” he said gruffly and she took his hand and almost dragged him along.  They got to the building in a couple minutes and took the elevator to the 5th floor.  It was a two bedroom apartment and her roommate was still at the party and when she closed the door she was back to looking nervous.  Jughead stood and waited for her to calm down, feeling rather nervous himself.  He wasn’t sure what the hell he was thinking but damn, she had tasted good and he kind of wanted more.  

“Is it hot in here?” she asked in a rush.  “I feel hot.”  He bit back a laugh at her choice of words.  Hot was definitely the right description.  “I don’t do things like this.  In fact, I lecture my roommate all the time about bringing strange men back here and she would die if she knew that I’m going against everything I’m always giving her shit about.”  She walked over to the kitchen counter and opened a bottle of rum that was sitting there and tilted the bottle back and took a shot.  He raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, hoping to God she didn’t say yes.  “I can promise you that I’ve never done this before either and I feel rather stupid doing it since I’m leaving tomorrow and I totally understand if you want me to go,” he said in a rush.  She shook her head and handed him the bottle.  He took a drink and winced as it burned down his throat.  He put it down and she grabbed it again.  

“I promised myself I’d do something crazy and unlike me before the school year was done and my classes ended last week and I haven’t done shit,” she said, sounding annoyed with herself and taking another drink.  He took the bottle from her and put the cap back on.  He didn’t want her drunk.

“Well, picking up a guy certainly qualifies,” he said with a smile.

“You picked me up, my crazy move was saying yes,” she said breathlessly.  “Plus, you seriously are really fucking hot.”  He smiled and decided the alcohol was hitting her faster than it normally did for most people.

“We could just watch a movie or something,” he suggested, even as he stared at her legs and mouth.  She licked her lips and he felt his body clench.  Jughead decided the three beers he had at the party must be confusing his usually calm hormones.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” she asked, stepping closer.  He shook his head and she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her and pressed her mouth to his.  He groaned and his hands slid down over her backside and lifted her to him.  She pulled away long enough to tell him which door was her bedroom and he walked her there and into the small room.  He suddenly froze and pulled away.

“Jesus,” he muttered, dropping his hands and stepping back.  

“What?” she gasped.

“I don’t have any protection,” he said with a sigh.  Betty turned and ran from the room and came back a minute later with a box of condoms.  He raised an eyebrow when she tossed it on the bed.

“My roommate brings a lot of guys back here.  She’s a bit of a ho bag,” Betty said, grabbing him again and kissing him.  Jughead started to laugh.  

“Are you friends with her?”

“Not really.  She had this room posted at school and if I’d have known that she was like that I probably wouldn’t have moved in.  She’s also a crazy bitch and I spend as little time here as possible.  I’m moving next week, so it no longer matters,” she said, rambling nervously


“Yes, Jughead?”

“We really don’t have to do this.  I’m leaving tomorrow and I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever be back in New York.”

“Perfect,” she said with a smile.  “Then I don’t have to worry about running into you on the street and dying of embarrassment if I suck at this.”  

“You’re not a virgin are you?” he asked, concerned.  “I don’t think your first time should be…”

“God, no, I’m not a virgin, now will you just kiss me already?” she demanded.  Jughead grinned and obliged her.


Jughead stood and stared at her sitting on the bench.  He really couldn’t fucking believe it.  What are the chances?  All he knew about her was that her name was Betty and he hadn’t forgotten that beautiful face.  He had spent the entire night with her and they had had really great sex.  Several times.  They had also talked some, about things they enjoyed and what they were pursuing in life, but they had purposely left out personal information and didn’t exchange numbers.  He didn’t live anywhere near New York and she hadn’t expected anything more and they had decided to keep it the one night.  That being said, it had been the most erotic and amazing night of his life.  He hadn’t ever done anything like that before or since.  No, one night stands were definitely not his style.  Well, not until he had seen her.  

Jughead chewed his lip nervously, trying to work up the courage to go up to her.  What would he say?  Hey, remember me?  The guy you slept with cause you were determined to do something crazy?  She probably wouldn’t even remember him.  He wrestled with the decision for a bit and then decided.  He had never forgotten her and that was enough to at least say hi.  He took a couple steps toward her and then he froze.  A little boy ran up to her and she wrapped her arms around him and laughed joyfully as he placed a messy kiss on her cheek.  

“Momma,” he squealed and Jughead felt his breath leave his lungs.  Jesus, she had a kid?  Well, he guessed that made the decision for him.  She obviously had a man in her life.  He was about to turn away and keep walking when he furrowed his brow as he looked at the kid.  He couldn’t have been more than 2, if that, and he looked oddly familiar.  He was wearing a knit hat and he couldn’t see the color of his hair and Jughead figured it was probably blonde like hers. He studied him and he could see slight features that were her but that wasn’t it. There was something so strangely familiar that he took another step toward them to take a closer look.  

Jughead tried to remember the night of the party.  Was there someone there that he would remember who might look like that kid that she may have started dating?  He watched as she bounced him on her knee and then he gave her another kiss and she giggled and kissed him back, giving him a tight squeeze that he struggled out of, as he slid off her lap and ran to play.  His hat fell off and a shock of black curls bounced on his head.

“Jackson, don’t forget your hat,” she called out.  

Jughead felt like he got punched in the gut.  

The memory hit him like a ton of bricks.  ‘So, is your name Jay? Or is it like the letter J, as in Jackson or something?’.  He looked in shock at the kid and then he realized why he looked familiar.  The black hair helped.  It was like he was looking at a picture of himself when he was a kid.  

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered.  He took a step back and shook his head.  She got pregnant?  How the fuck had that happened.  They had used condoms.  Every time.  Hadn’t they?  He did that math.  The kid looked the right age.  Jughead felt like he was suffocating and he took a couple deep breaths and took a step forward again.  He didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t want to just take off.  He looked back at Betty and she must have felt eyes on her and she turned her head and looked at him.  Her forehead furrowed in confusion for a second as she looked at him and then her eyes went wide.  She remembered him.  Jughead swallowed and took another step forward.  He gaze flickered to the boy and she followed his gaze and her expression turned to panic.  

She stepped between him and the child and he stopped, unsure.  He didn’t blame her of course.  They were basically strangers and only knew each other’s first name and small bits of what they liked.  They had said goodbye with smiles and a kiss and had parted ways.  Jughead didn’t know what to do and she looked like she was going to pass out.  He felt bad.  He didn’t want her to be so upset and he took a deep breath and slowly walked up to her.  She had a sheen of tears in her eyes and he wanted to give her a hug and tell her it was okay.  He stopped a couple feet from her and didn’t say anything, just watched her face.

“Jug…Jughead,” she stumbled over his name and he felt a twinge of happiness that she remembered it; not that it was easy to forget.

“Hey Betty,” he said softly.  He couldn’t help it as his eyes once again moved to the boy who was sitting in the sand, running his hands through it.  The fact that his name was Jackson made something in his heart squeeze.  She had chosen to not forget their night, or him.  He looked back at her and she was chewing on her lip, wringing her hands together, looking like she wanted to run.

“You’re back in New York?” she managed to choke out and he nodded.  

“Big city,” he said softly.  “Never in a million years did I think I’d run into you,” he said quietly.  She let out a nervous laugh and glanced at her son and he saw her hands shaking.  “I like his name,” Jughead said softly, watching her face.  She swallowed and let out a shaky breath.

“Jug….” She began.

“Is he mine?” he asked at the same time.  Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded.  Jughead felt the air suck out of his lungs and he sat slowly down on the bench.  

“I…I didn’t know how to find you,” she whispered.  “I tried at school but they wouldn’t give any information and I’m guessing you weren’t registered as Jughead and I tried asking around but nobody knew you.”

“I didn’t have many friends,” he said, his eyes still on the little boy.  “They all left when I did.”  He took off his hat and clutched it in his hands, unsure of what else to do to calm himself down.  He had a kid?  Holy Fuck.  “We used condoms,” he said hoarsely, trying to work it out in his head.

“I guess they….maybe we missed one at one time, I don’t know,” she whispered. 

“I would remember if we had missed one, it would have been….” He stopped talking and felt himself go red.  He had almost blurted that it would have been so much fucking better without a condom.

“I guess one was defective,” she said quietly, sitting down beside him.  Jughead rested his elbows on this thighs and ran his hands through his hair.  He was reeling and he couldn’t seem to calm the fuck down.

“Jesus Christ, I was just walking by after looking at an apartment and thinking how great life was going and…..”

“Jughead, I’m not expecting anything, honestly,” she said quickly.  “I certainly never thought I’d see you again and I don’t want this to ruin….”

“No, Jesus,” Jughead interrupted.  “I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole.  I’m not saying my life is ruined, I’m just fucking stunned.  I am trying to understand what is happening right now.  I mean, I have a….well you have a…..what the fuck?”  She didn’t say anything and if he was being honest, she was looking like she still wanted to run away.  It suddenly dawned on him that she might not want anything to do with him at all and that she might be wishing he didn’t know and wasn’t going to let him near the kid.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What? Why are you sorry?” he asked, looking at her.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m stunned too.”

“Are you ok? Is he? Do you need money?” Jughead blurted.

“No, gosh, no.  I’m fine Jughead, honestly.  We’re great.  I don’t expect anything at all from you, I promise.  I know this is a huge shock and I don’t even know what planets aligned to have you even see us, but we’re completely okay.  I was shocked when I found out I was pregnant and I tried briefly to find you but then I just moved on.  This doesn’t need to affect you in any way.”  Jughead just nodded, unable to look away from the little boy.

“He looks just like me,” he whispered and she managed a barely there smile.

“Yeah, he does,” she murmured.  Jughead’s phone suddenly rang and he jumped about a foot and pulled it from his pocket, answering it in a hurry.  He listened and then he went still and glanced at her.  He thanked the person on the other end and hung up, staring at the phone.

“I got the apartment,” he muttered, almost to himself.  He looked at her.  “It’s two blocks from here.”  Betty didn’t say anything, chewing her lip nervously, her hands clenched in her lap.  

“I live across the street,” she whispered.  Jughead felt like his stomach was in a vice.  What were the fucking chances?  His phone dinged again and he looked down at the text and took a shaky breath.

“I have to go,” he said quietly, clutching his phone tightly in his hand.  She swallowed and nodded.  Jughead stood and watched Jackson for a moment and then looked at her.  He didn’t know what to say and he still felt like he was going to pass out.

“I..i’m sorry Jughead,” she said again, her eyes once again filling with tears.  He shook his head and let out a breath.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said with a sigh.  “I…I have to go.  I guess, I may see you around?” he suggested, not really knowing what else to do.  She looked shell shocked and he felt the same.  She nodded and he started to walk away.

“Jughead?” she called out quickly.  He paused and turned to her.

“I…we….Jackson and I come here to play every other day….if you…I mean…if you want to watch him play.”  Jughead stepped toward her, his chest tight.  She wasn’t offering much, but suddenly the thought of watching the little guy playing sounded like the most wonderful thing on the planet.

“I would like that very much,” he said softly.  

“Okay,” she whispered.  Jughead looked once again at the little boy and then turned and walked away.  His heart was pounding and he couldn’t seem to breathe properly, but he felt an odd feeling in his chest that he couldn’t explain.  He glanced back once more and Betty was kneeling beside Jackson, her arms wrapped around him and he felt his heart twist when he saw her shoulders shaking.  She was crying.  He felt terrible that he had upset her and he sighed.

 Life had suddenly gotten very complicated.

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Okay so my school does a 'drag ball' it's like regular dance but GAY and fuck gender roles. So what would you think the losers would do to get ready? And like what would they wear because I can just imagine Bev in a tux and I just

first of all this is a fucking great idea, i want to attend???

- Bev and Richie would see the flyers first and freak OUT

- “it’s just because richie wants to wear a dress”

- and mike is completely right, and richie fucking rocks it

- they all get ready at richie’s house because his parents won’t notice compared to the others parents and won’t question it because their son is weird anyway

- richie steals on of bev’s sundresses and lets her braid his hair and paint his face with rainbows and hearts and shit

- bill and stan and mike all go a bit provocative and wear short shorts and tank tops and puts glitter all over each other and it’s so great

- they’d all buy over the top wigs like afros and hair down to their waists and they can’t stand them but they look amazing so fuck it

- ben dresses as a buisness women with a fucking pencil skirt, glasses and blouse and bev is in stitches when she sees him

- bev wears a tux and gels her hair back and the boys can’t believe she looks really attractive in it like??

- eddie goes all pastel flower boy and wears daises in his hair and paints his nails pink and just wears an all pink outfit and he looks so cute and tiny

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Help me I just want some punk! Percy taking care of a sick preppy annabeth and some fluff please help im in desperate need

have some fluff for your needs

Annabeth is not one to complain. She’d rather suffer in silence to her death than let someone think she can’t cope. She will walk in the line of fire with a head cold and will drag herself up the side of a mountain with a broken ankle. Annabeth Chase is hard core, and stubborn, and refuses to give up.

All of which are equally admirable and frustrating qualities to someone who cares about her.

There’s a pep rally bonfire next week for which she has to organise balloons and banners and a damn bonfire to burn to rally a bunch of preps.

“You’re gonna kill yourself over this,” Percy complains for what has to be the hundredth time.

Annabeth shuts her locker with a slam and glares at him. “I’m fine,” she protests, most unconvincingly, he might add, with a blocked nose and sore throat rasping her voice.

“You look like death,” he tells her as they start walking down the hall.

Which was a lie, because Annabeth rarely looks far from perfect. Even with a puffy red nose and chapped lips, she still looks like the model student. Her hair falls in pretty gold ringlets down her back, her jeans, purple blouse, and grey blazer are un-creased even after a whole day at school. She does a great job of making Percy look even scruffier, which is completely unnecessary as Percy can do that well enough on his own.

“Thanks so much,” she mutters.

“Here.” Percy holds out his hands to take her bag and books and she hands them over without protest. “Seriously, Annabeth. Someone else can take over for one freaking pep rally, you don’t have to do everything alone.”

He holds the door open for her and she walks outside. In January, their school campus is tipped with frost, the only trees still with leaves on are the tall snow covered pines. Percy’s bomber jacket keeps most of the cold out but Annabeth shiveres against it, he adjusts her books under his arm and wraps the other one around her shoulders.

“See, this is why you got ill in the first place,” he says.

Annabeth elbows him. “You’re why I got sick! You infected me!”

“Oh, come on! You can’t hold that against me.”

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supercorp! 25 or 47?

I did bothhhhhhhhhh. K cool. 

25) Who wears the other ones clothes?

Lena doesn’t own much in the way of comfort clothes as Kara puts it. She has a section of her closet devoted to gym clothes, but that’s still tight yoga pants and tank tops, organized into matching outfits. She doesn’t own a pair of sweatpants and the only sweatshirt she owns, the one with Metropolis University emblazoned on the front, is hidden so deep in her closet that sometimes even she can’t remember where it is.

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46+ LITTLE WINGS NOW!! I’m so happy. Thank you all!

I hope you like it!

(promps open)

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“Well? Are you going to explain yourself? Or do I have to kick you out of my window?”

“SORRY!! I-I just came to your room, and ,and  you looked so warm and comfy! I couldn’t help myself.” Nightwing said. “Pls don’t kill me”

“You’re lucky I am happy today, so get out now before I change my mind.”

Nightwing, in all his risky nature, kissed your cheek and ran away thought your windows.

Your eyes followed his moves until his figure was not visible.


You sighed and went to get dressed, you put on a cute skirt and a blouse, no makeup and you brushed your teeth and hair.

You went to your neighbor’s door, you decided to ask him to breakfast as a thank you.

Tock Tock Tock

“Dick? Are you home?”






Five minutes after, Dick opened the door and leaned in the door frame.

“Hey…” He said with a confident smirk.

You broke in laugh attack.


Dick looked at you as if you were crazy, then he looked in the hall mirror and saw that indeed

He had his superman boxers over his pants.

Wow Dick, if you want a girl seeing you in boxers you could be smother.

He blushed in all the shades of crimson and ran to his room to change meanwhile you were laughing your ass of.

“I’m ready. What did you want, (n/n)?” He said, coming out of his room, now dressed right.

“I just thought, dunno, if you wanted to have breakfast with me, my treat! As a thank you for your help.”

Dick’s eyes shined

“YES. Let’s go! I know the perfect coffee shop.”


You decide for a hot chocolate and a croissant and Dick decided to have a coffee and a croissant.

“Wow, you don’t know how thankful I am right now. The only thing I have in my pantry is cereal.”

“Heh, thank YOU for your help.”

“So, (y/n), why are you so happy today? Got a date or something?”

“How do you know that?”

“…I’m a fortune teller…??”

“What? But yeah, I got a date with my friend who lives in Gotham. It’s been years since last I saw him”

“He’s more than a friend?”

“What? NO! We’re just friends”

“Then, I still got a chance?” He winked.

You  blushed but sipped your chocolate with a smile.


Tim Drake normally was a sleep deprived teen with too many preoccupations and didn’t think of going out with anyone. But he got kissed a lot.

So he must be attractive, no?

If so, he could win the heart of his long love interest in secret.

AKA (y/n) (l/n).

Alfred was surprised to see young Tim Drake, dressed prettily, without bags under his eyes, fresh as a rose.

It was a good surprise.

“Master Tim, what got this change in you today?”

“I got a date, Alfred! Tonight!”

“I’m surprised there is a girl so foolish that she would agree going out with you.” Damian said.

“You little- you know what? I’m too happy to fight you today.”

Bruce Wayne who was just reading the newspaper raised his eyes and looked at his middle child, eyebrows raised.

“I hope you will bring her home soon, if she is the same girl you’ve been talking about for years.”

“I-I don’t know when to bring her, for all the family to be present…” Tim said, but what he really wanted to say was:

“I don’t want to bring her home, all of you will scare her off.”

“Tomorrow would be a good day, Alfred was going to make your favorite for dinner. I’m also very curious of what makes this girl so special than she got you to sleep 8 hours.”

“heh, I-I don’t know if she will be able to atted…”

“You coward, you don’t want to bring her home? Are you scared I will take her away from you?”


“Oh, so her name is (Y/n)…hmm (y/n) Wayne it sounds better than (y/n) Drake.”


“Stop it. Tim you know Damian is just messing with you.”

“I now, but-“

“Sorry, to interrupt you master Tim, but at what time you promised Miss (Y/N) you would pick her up?”

“At 7”

“…” Bruce looked at his son. “Tim, you know it’s 6:50, right?”


Damian laughed at Tim’s distress until his father glared at him.

“I got the car ready, master Tim. Ready to go when you are.”



Tim was late and you were freezing.

Great day to pick a short skirt and a blouse.

“Where are you Tim?”

“Prince charming forgot about his Cinderella?”

You turned around and found Nightwing, hanging from a lamp post.

“You again…What do you want now?”

“Oh, nothing, just keep company to this really beautiful girl who helped me out last night. And if her date let’s her hanging, treat her to dinner.”

He jumps to the ground and smirks, flipping his hair fabulously.

“I don’t need your company, Tim is almost there I know it.”

“Well, why don’t we go-“

Suddenly a limo came up and Tim got off of it, running to you, his jacket in hand.

“I’m so so sorry, (y/n). My stupid little brother made me late.” He said as he put his jacket around you. You smiled at Tim and kissed his check.

“Don’t worry, I’m just happy you are here.”

“What’s Nightwing doing here?” Tim glared at his brother, jealous.

“Oh, he-“

“I was just keeping her company, and was almost going to take her to have dinner, seeing as you keep her waiting in the cold unforgiving night of Blüdhaven.” He glared back.

“Well, I’m here. So you can scram off.” Tim said snarkily.

Wow, Tim so OOC.

“Yeah, I’m going I have to find my colleague Red Robin, I have to talk to him about a …problem.” Nightwing said. “Have a wonderful night (Y/N) “ He kissed your cheek to Timmy’s displeasure, who grabbed your hip and dragged you to the car.

You entered the car and Tim sat next to you, meanwhile the car pulled off Tim and Dick’s glare contest was still going on.


“I’m so sorry (y/n)”

“Don’t worry, Timmy. Now shush and enjoy the movie.”


In the climax of the movie, Tim pulled off the oldest trick in the book as he stretched and pulled his arm around you.

You smiled at his smooth move and leaned your head on his shoulder. He blushed but a silly smile was on his face for all the rest of the movie.


“Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. It was better than some of the other prequels.”


“ Now what?” You asked. Tim smiled charmingly.

“Now he go to have dinner.”

After a short drive, the car pulled off on this really fancy Italian restaurant.

“Timmy! This is too fancy for me!”

“Nothing is too much for you. You deserve the best”

You smiled at Tim bashfully.

He was a real charmer.

Well, he is a Wayne.

“I had a reservation.”


“ Tim Drake-Wayne”

“OH. Mr. Drake, come in please! Over here, we have the best table for you and your date. Right this way.”

She looked nervous.

Huh, why? You thought.

Tim waited for you to sit and then brought the chair closer to the table chivalrously. Then he sat down himself. A waiter came up with the menus and after a short period of time your food was already served.

“So… How do you like Gotham?”

“It’s gloomy and dark…”


“I like it.”



Tim smiled and his ears turned red.

“I missed you, (n/n), a lot”

“I missed you too, Timmy”

“…Do you still want to meet my family? We’re really dysfunctional and probably, my brothers won’t be here and-and”

You put your hand over his, shutting him up.

“Yes Tim, I would love to meet your family.”


“Tomorrow at 9?”


“Wait, tomorrow?!”

“If you can’t we could-“

“NO-no It’s okay, I just have to go shopping for something…fancier.”

“No (n/n), you are beautiful dressed in a dress as you are in your gym clothes. You don’t need more fancy clothes, I’m sure my family will love you as you are just like I love you-“



“Don’t worry, I’m nervous too. And I think your clothes are beautiful” Your face and a tomato were the same in this moment.


After a wonderful diner and a walk in Gotham Park in the chilly night of Gotham with the city light as your stars, Tim took you back to Blüdhaven and walked you up until your door.

After a few moments of tension, Tim gained the courage to try and kiss you.

As his lips were about to touch yours, the door in front of yours opened and Dick come out of his home.

He wasn’t spying you two through the peephole.


“Timmy? Little brother what are you doing here?! Came over to see you favorite big brother?”

Tim blushed and turned to Dick who was smiling broadly while Tim glared.


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The Wedding Planner (Part 4)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 1,421.

A/N: Surprise! I was honestly not even expecting to write a new part for this until later during the week but of course, inspiration just slapped me in the face. Hope you enjoy!

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Never Felt So Much

Anthony Ramos x Reader, ft. Hamilcast, Lin, Leslie, & Oak

Fake Dating AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 2209

Warnings: Fighting, kissing, mild language

Request: Hi!! Can you please do Anthony and fake dating au??? I’ll love you forever and ever @linmanuclmiranda (I already love you forever and ever oops)

A/N: I did it guys! I kept my promise! I really am sorry about yesterday. Thank you the anons and asks today, you were all so sweet and made me feel so loved. It really made my day. Thank you all so much, without further ado…Fake Dating AU, with Anthony. Enjoy, lovelies!

“Hey! (Y/N), wait up!”

You stopped in front of the taxi cab and turned back in the rain.

Anthony was holding his jacket over his head, splashing in puddles as he ran.

“What is it, Anthony?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest, shivering in the rain.

He shook out his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Can we talk sometime? Like outside of work? Or now?”

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the taxi. “Cup of coffee?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

He jumped in front of you and opened the door. You blushed and smiled at him, and slid in the back. He slid in next to you. You were both drenched.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

You told the driver the address of the coffee shop. He started driving. You pulled Anthony’s jacket off and rubbed your hands together, blowing warm air into them.

“Sorry,” Anthony said, “I just really wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, you sure don’t talk to me at work. Plenty of time there.” you said bitterly.

Anthony frowned. “Yeah.” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

The rest of the drive was silent, aside from the hum of the taxi, filling the empty space.

“This is it!” the driver shouted.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, reaching for your wallet. Anthony threw his hand in front of yours and smiled at you.

“I got it.”

He handed the driver a wad of cash, then put his wallet back in his pocket. He opened his door and helped you out, reaching for your hand. You reluctantly accepted it.

Anthony waved off the taxi driver as he drove away, then turned back to the coffee shop. “Let’s go in!” he shouted. He put an arm around your back and hurried you into the shop. He let go when you walked inside.

“Thanks.” you smiled awkwardly as he opened the door for you.

You ordered two hot chocolates and sat down in a booth. You sipped yours slowly, savoring the flavor and warmth. The feeling returning to your fingertips.

“So, Anthony…what did you want to talk to me about, so badly?” you teased.

Anthony smiled and rubbed his hands together, taking a quick sip from his cup. “I need you to pretend to be my date.”

“What?!” you shouted. A few heads turned, but the shop returned to normal after that.

Anthony spoke cautiously. “Please, just listen. A bunch of the guys like Chris, Lin, Leslie, Daveed, Oak, and I are all having a party get together sort of thing. They are all bringing their wives and girlfriends. I need a date. I-I…forgive me for the lack of a better word, I don’t want to show up empty handed.”

“You mean, single?” you spat.

“No! Please, (Y/N), it’s not like that!”

“Oh, but I think it is!” you shouted. You slid out of the booth, grabbed your jacket, and put a five on the table. “Thanks for the drink, Anthony.”

“Wait! Please!” Anthony ran from his chair to catch you.

He caught you at the door.

His hand was around your arm. You wouldn’t look at him, otherwise he would see you were crying. You felt so stupid and betrayed. You had thought Anthony just wanted to hang out and talk. Something you had always hoped to do. You weren’t close to anyone on the cast or crew, you were just there. Trying to fit in. Now you felt like Anthony was treating you like an object. He didn’t want to show up empty handed.

You bit your lip to calm the quiver in your chin.

“Please, (Y/N),” he said softly, “just let me talk.” You stayed silent, so Anthony took it as his cue. His hand dropped from your arm. “I didn’t want to ask anyone but you. I genuinely like you and think we should hang out. Look, I’m just trying to fit in too believe it or not. I may smile and look like I’ve got everything together. But some days I don’t. It’s the simple things that drive me crazy. Please, (Y/N), I need you. It’s just a favor. Nothing needs to come of it. Just one night. Please. You don’t have to do to it if you don’t want to.” He took a step back. “I don’t want to force you to do anything.”

You stood there for a moment, staring at your feet, watching the tears drip down the bridge of your nose. You tighten your arms around yourself.

“Fine.” you mumbled.

“What?” Anthony asked softly.

“I said, fine. Just text me the address and I’ll meet you there after the last show.” you glanced up at him before you walked out the door. He wore a face of bewilderment and guilt. His eyes were full of hope and were beaming at you. A single tear rested on his face. His lips in a small smile. His hair was obviously messed with, as it hung in his face.

You ran down the street without even thinking. Running away from the coffee shop, crying. You called a cab and rode it home.


You fixed your hair, humming a showtune. You had put on the best clothes you had. A red elegant dress. You dropped the iron from your hair and let the curl fall against your face. Checking the time, you finished getting ready.

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breathe. “Okay. You can do this.” you said to yourself. “Just one night. One damn night, and you are damn gorgeous. Let’s do this.”

You checked your phone for the address and went downstairs to the lobby,  and called a cab.

You arrived a few blocks away, at a large fancy apartment building. You took the elevator up to the top floor, and knocked on the last door.


He stared at you in awe.

You stared at him with disappointment and embarrassment. He was wearing a simple dress shirt and blue jeans. You saw past him and everyone was dressed in nice casual. Lin’s wife in a soft blue blouse and a skirt. Aside from her, no one wore formal  attire.

“You look…beautiful.” Anthony said.

“Thanks.” you pushed past him and walked in, taking off your high heels.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Lin call from the kitchen, “(Y/N)!” he ran to greet you and wrapped you in a hug. “It’s great to see you!” he said, when he pulled away. “You look marvelous tonight! So, you are here with Anthony then?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, Anthony and I.”

Lin smiled at you. “Well, go get him!”

“Oh, yeah.” you said softly. Lin walked back to his wife.

You walked over to Anthony, who was mid conversation with Oak.

“Hey, talk to you later, Oak!” Anthony waved as Oak went to join his date. “Hi,” he said softly when you walked up to him.

“Hi.” you replied.

“It’s good to see you. I’m glad that you made it.”

“Anthony,” you said sharply, through gritted teeth, “you didn’t tell me no one was dressing up for this. I thought it was a party at Lin’s. Not a beer and booze and blue jeans sort of party.”

Anthony frowned. “Sorry, I should’ve told you. But, don’t worry you look gorgeous tonight, no one is going to care.”

You sighed. “Well, if I’m your date and we are dating, what is our PDA?”

“Um, depends,” he said softly. “What are the boundaries?”

You eyed the bedroom. Anthony chuckled. “Hand holding, minimal kissing preferably on the cheek, and you have a limit of saying cute.”

“What’s the limit?”


Anthony laughed. “You’re cute, (Y/N).” he smiled.

You smiled and bumped your hand with his. He laced his fingers through yours and you didn’t protest. The two of you sat down on the sofa. There were beer bottles and Lin brought over a bottle of wine. Anthony poured you some.

“So, how long have you guys been going out?” Leslie asked, his arm around his wife. He was beaming.

“Oh, um,” you and Anthony looked at each other for a moment.

“A week-” you said “Two months-” Anthony blurted out.

Leslie raised his eyebrows at you and grinned.

“Two months and a week,” you smiled, squeezing Anthony’s hand.

“You are a finish each other’s sentence kind of couple?” he laughed.

“Yup!-” you said

“-that’s us!” Anthony finished.

Everyone laughed.

“Okay, here is a juicy question.” Oak said. “Why? You work together everyday and have been for almost six months now, why the sudden interest?”

You looked to Anthony. “You wanna tell them, sweetie.”

“Sure.” he smiled. He turned to Oak and the rest of the group. “We’ve been on stage together for a long time now. Backstage, we would just chat here and there and (Y/N) really made me laugh. If I was tired, she really brightened my day and I was able to get back out there. I guess it’s just because she makes me smile and laugh, and I wanted to get to know her better.” Anthony smiled at you. You watched him, marveling at his words. “Because, I always had a crush on her since day one. She was and still is, the best dancer I’ve ever seen. She is my everything. Her smile. Her laugh. Her face,” he chuckled, “everything about her makes me happy.”

“Woohoo!” Everyone cheered. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”

You and Anthony blushed. You went in and he kissed you on the cheek.

“Boooooooo!” they yelled. “Come on!”

Anthony smiled and kissed you. Quick and subtle. Just enough for a spark. He pulled away.

“Yeaaaaah!” they cheered.

Anthony pretended to bow, “Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week!”

Everyone laughed.

As everyone resumed their normal conversations, you turned to Anthony. “Hey, can we go outside? It’s a little stuffy in here.”

“Yeah, of course.” he smiled.

You walked to the balcony, with his hand in yours. He closed the sliding glass door behind you. “Wow.” you said.

“Wow, indeed.” Anthony laughed.

The two of you were marveling at the distant city below.

“The city is so amazing, like mountains. They are so large not in their size but their heart and soul, the lights and windows are like a million stars all in one small. It’s all so beautiful, unique, and amazing.” Anthony turned, his voice softening. “Just like you.”

“Wow.” you laughed. “That was cheesy.”

“Yeah.” he laughed, letting go of your hand. “It was pretty cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“Anthony, I didn’t mean it like that.” you sighed

“No, it’s fine. It’s just a fake date,” he shrugged, “watcha gonna do trying to make it not so awkward.”

“Anthony?” you asked softly.

“Yeah?” he hummed.

“Did you really mean all of that?”

“Mean all of what?”

“You know,” you laughed, gesturing back to the party. “Everything you said in there. How I was beautiful, funny. How I made you smile and made you so happy. The things you said out here too. Or was that all just for show. You know, for the fake date.”

“No.” he said after awhile.

“Oh.” you looked down at the street. “Okay.”

Anthony turned to you and reached for your hands. “No, it was not all for show. None of it was. I was being cheesy comparing you to stars, because it’s unreasonable. You are more beautiful than the stars. They can’t make me laugh, smile. Not like you. They can’t dance. They can’t light up a room-” he stopped, laughing, and held your hands “okay maybe they can. But a million stars does not even compare to your smile, both on your lips and in your eyes. I am cheesy, because I am being genuine. I genuinely like you, (Y/N). I’m interested in you. I really have had a crush on you since day one. But, I didn’t think you liked me. So, I just took a chance and asked you to be my fake date, at this fake party, hoping you would fall in love with me.”

“What?” you said, “Fake party?”

“This party,” he said, “it didn’t exist when I asked you yesterday. It didn’t even exist an hour ago. I had Lin put all this together. Everyone basically knows, (Y/N), but I don’t care. Because, it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”


“I love you, (Y/N),” he smiled, tears in his eyes, “and I’m not afraid to admit it.”

You let go of Anthony’s hand and put your arms around his back. You kissed him. For real. It wasn’t quick and subtle. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t something out of a fairytale. It wasn’t magical. But there was a spark. A spark that stayed and kindled like a flame. He was warm and soft. His hair softer than you ever imagined it would be.

His hand moved to just above your shoulder and one to your hair. It curled it back behind your ears and kissed you gently.

You were on a balcony, looking over the city, kissing Anthony Ramos.

He felt like home. He made you feel protected, safe, warm, and loved.

Love never made you feel so much.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 2

Originally posted by gamora

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m literally in tears of joy seeing the response from the first part, I never thought so many people would read it, let alone enjoy it! Ah, you guys make me so happy, I love you guys so much it’s insane! 


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request ;; “Hey! Could you do a imagine with Stan? Where there is a new girl and she’s mysterious and kinda badass. With dark hair and eyes. She’s sarcastic and witty af lol.”

warnings ;; cursing, slight mention of blood, and slight antisemitism

{Y/N} had just moved in and it also just happened to be next to Stan Uris. Luckily it was the summer when she moved, so that she didn’t have to go through the whole outcast girl from another school. Except that wasn’t true, everyone noticed the empty house being filled with people and it didn’t help that {Y/N}’s mother had a house warming party.

{Y/N}’s mother used to live in Derry. Stan’s mother introduced them.

“Stanley meet {Y/M/N}’s daughter, {Y/N}. {Y/M/N} went to highschool with me.” That was the first time they met and Stan couldn’t help but be memorized by her mysterious aoura.

The two moms left them to ‘catch up’ with eachother. It was silent, besides the background noise, they both didn’t know what to say to eachother. Stan was too intimidated to speak up. {Y/N} had darkened {Y/H/C}, which he couldn’t tell if it was dyed, and piercing but warm dark eyes. It all clashed perfectly with her cherry lipstick.

{Y/N} fixed her white blouse, she wore fitted black jeans with it and and a nice pair of flats.

“Okay, let’s go somewhere. You’re gonna show me around Derry!” She spoke, breaking the awkward silence

Stan looked confused as she stood up offering her hand to him. “I am?” Stan took {Y/N}’s hand, leading him to the front door.

Once {Y/N} successfully dragged Stan out the house she looked at Stan. Waiting for him to lead the way, “Let’s go to the ice cream parlor. Where is it?”

“It’s just around corner but we’d get there quicker on bikes.” Stan said a little nervous, besides Beverly he’s never been alone with another girl.

“Oh…I don’t have a bike.”

“You can ride with me.”

Stan stood riding the bike while {Y/N} sat with her arms around Stan’s waist. They rode together to the ice cream parlor. They had small talk, {Y/N} wanted to get to know Stan, she thought she might as well make friends. While sitting in the parlor {Y/N} noticed how nervous Stan was.

Stan had just seen Henry Bowers and luckily he passed the shop not noticing him.

“What’s wrong Stan?”

Stan sighed, “Nothing, I thought I saw something. Any way wanna get out of here? We should check in with our parents, then I could show you my comics.”

{Y/N} nodded eating the last of her ice cream but as soon as {Y/N} turned the corner near by and alleyway a tall boy with a mulet approached Stan and {Y/N}. Stan sighed, feeling the embarrassment before Henry opened his mouth, knowing whatever he said {Y/N} would hear. Stan had just met her and their friendship was gonna fall already, before it could bloom.

“Who’s this, your girlfriend? Hey Uris, does she know ‘bout your little secret?” Henry asked empathizing 'little’, it was a circumcison joke.

Stan rolled his eyes, “Because of I’m Jewish, hahaha-good one Henry, so original.”

{Y/N} of course was confused, who was this mullet wearing asshole? How did circumcison and religion become a topic all at once? Of course {Y/N} crossed her arms, not having his bullshit at the moment.

Henry was clearly irritated the joke didn’t seem to affect Stan, “What did you say to me little fucker-”

Henry was cut off by the mysterious girl Stan was with, “Can you cut the shit and get out of our way? I don’t have all day.” {Y/N} said cocking an eyebrow at Henry.

“Again with the name calling! Look Mullet Head, we get it now politely fucking move.” {Y/N} scoffed.

“What did you say to me bitch?”

Stan looked at {Y/N} as if she lost her mind, did she know what was gonna happen to them? That’s it for them, might as well start digging their own graves, Stan put his hand on {Y/N}'a shoulder. As a warning.

Henry Bowers wouldn’t let his pride be crushed by some new girl. The dominating boy had to have someone fear him.

He held a tight grip on {Y/N}’s arm, Henry took out is pocket knife getting ready to make his signature marking on her. Henry was beginning to start and carve out the 'H’.

Stan watched and started to panic, he opened his mouth to shout for help. He was too scared to move. But before Stan could call out for help {Y/N} punched Henry in the face using her other arm to throw off his aim with his pocket knife.

Stan saw that as an opportunity to get the hell out of there. He quickly grabbed {Y/N}’s hand and ran jumping onto his bike. {Y/N} wrapped her arms around Stan, Stan started to peddle and {Y/N} turned around flicking Henry off.

“How’d you like that, asshole!”

Stan couldn’t help but laugh the whole ride back home. {Y/N} just punched, flicked off, and told Henry Bowers to suck her dick? Yeah this girl could be a great addition to the Losers club.

“You’re so…badass!” Stan shouted stopping his bike infront of his house.

{Y/N} chuckled, once the cool air hit his shirt he felt something damp on his shirt. Looking down it was blood, the poor boy almost panicked but realized when he looked up, it wasn’t his blood. The white blouse {Y/N} had on was now ruined with her own blood.

Stan softly grabbed her arm, seeing the open wound. “You’re bleeding, why didn’t you say anything?” He said worry overcoming his tone.

“I guess the adrenaline high coaxed my pain, I didn’t even notice it until now.”

Stan lead her inside his house, no one was home, everyone was still at the {Y/L/N}’s house. You could hear the music, smell the barbecue her father was cooking, and hear the chatter of people next door.

Taking out the first aid kit, Stan got out everything he needed. Giving the bleeding girl a seat at the table in the kitchen, Stan’s heard of all Eddie’s lectures, watch Eddie and his mom clean wounds. Using prior knowledge, Stan didn’t think this would be hard at all.

{Y/N} hissed at the peroxide hitting the open flesh. Stan felt guilty, if she wasn’t with him today then she wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He rolled the bandages around her arm being careful not to do it too tight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you hurt.” Stan mumbled hoping she wasn’t angry.

“It’s not your fault!” {Y/N} insisted, refusing to think it was Stan’s fault.

Putting an ice pack on her bruised knuckles, Stan realized the smile on her face. As cliché as it sounds he felt butterflies in his stomach, {Y/N}’s voice went soft.

“Thank you Stan, I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to my mom, but you were there for me. Patched me up, so you’re the real hero here.” {Y/N} said with a smile, making the butterflies ease in his stomach.

After standing up {Y/N} leaned in to give Stan a kiss on the cheek. His face flushed red, he watched as {Y/N} started to leave.

“Wait-where are you going?” Stan called out.

“I gotta change! I can’t walk around in blood all day. You should change too, sorry for bleeding on you!” {Y/N} waved off as she walked across the street.

Stan stared at her moving figure until she disappeared behind the door. How could she just so casually punch Henry Bowers, bleed like nothing happened and then give him a kiss on the cheek? His cheek. Stan’s hand went to cheek {Y/N} kissed, she kissed his cheek.

{Y/N} was brave, confident, and a little dangerous, but Stan liked her style.

“Unplanned Picnic”

This fic is a first attempt at writing with someone else’s character within this universe. A quick story of @teensiest‘s Penny taunting some prey and getting a late night snack. Just a quick cw of some mild sexual descriptions and obviously blood/death that sort of thing. Hope you guys like it and remember to check out their page for more info on their version of the character. Enjoy!

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The Golden Girls (Stark!Reader x Wanda Maximoff)

Word count: 1345

 Summary: Wanda’s boyfriend dumps her, and the reader is to the rescue.

Warnings: none

 A/N: Oh, I love these best friend stories. Sometimes we just need a little girl time, you know? Hope you all enjoy! I’m sending you my <3

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Single mother of four (1)

I have four children and I am LUCKY! I am 37 years old 5'6 and 140 lbs. I wear a small and a size 4 sometimes 6. I don’t usually wear makeup but sometimes I do for my crows feet. I do my own hair and I am starting to get strands of grey hair. I religiously wax and had laser hair removal. I do get one hair under my chin that makes it debut from time to time. I get my nails and toes done every two weeks. I take care of myself something I had to relearn. Three years ago I was 177lbs and wore my hair in a bun. I didn’t do my nails and only shaved when I had too. I wore a large and a size 10. Leggings was my go to outfit. I just didn’t care about myself. My exhusband and I had given our relationship a second chance and I didn’t know how to leave him for a second time. Looking back at it now I was hoping by letting go he would leave. It was after the sudden death of my best friend that I knew I wanted more for myself as a woman. I am a great mother and I never neglected my children. I didn’t have much interaction with adults only at school when I was picking up my children. I began working when my youngest was 3. I worked in a preschool that he attended. As I began speaking with people I was always on guard when the topic of my four children came up. When I had conversations with a person when I was picking up my son they would ask do you want anymore children. I would reply no he is my youngest I have three more. The responses I received were WHAT you have four children, how old were you ten? I can’t believe that if someone was next to them they would say do you believe she has four children. It turned into big breaking news. Then they would say well you look incredible how do you do it. I felt like garbage because I never carried myself so poorly. I would immediately say I need to loose weight and get a haircut. I never just said thank you because I didn’t genuinely believe the person telling me that because I was a mother of four it was acceptable for me to look the way I did. Now if I was a mother of 1 would they have said I looked incredible? I don’t think so! After I lost the 47 lbs and began shopping in my favorite clothing stores again I had a different job. This was also in a school but none of my children attended so these conversations were hilarious. They mostly happened in the staff lounge. I smile and greet everyone regardless if they reciprocate. I always give a compliment of what a great color blouse, love your hair, pretty nails anything I can say to give someone a morning boost. I had this one co worker I passed everyday and one day she stopped me. She told me my hair was gorgeous and we chatted and she said I am a single mom of two and I can’t pull it together. I said you look great she did she carried beautifully. Then I went on and said I am a single mother of four. I was careful when I said it but she said you don’t have any children yet your way too young. Her jaw dropped to the floor and she was full of praise. What do you use on your skin, your not wearing any make up. How do you look so put together every single day I roll out of bed. She was super sweet. I never just volunteer information about myself but after a couple of years in the school more and more people found out I was a mother of four. Some would just stop me and say you have four children? I would say yes I am blessed. It depended on their tone when I responded.

run! (a tdbm, jean/lucien fic)

a doctor who au prompted by @marcuskaen and @lucienblakes); almost 3000 words. i’d be delighted to write more of this if y’all want.

The first time they meet it’s in a darkened greenhouse, the air thick with the scent of earth and humidity. She’s snipping and pruning and watering as any diligent gardener would. Here, in the quiet of her greenhouse, Jean Beazley can escape the noise of a mundane life. A perfectly fine life, certainly. But not the one she dreamed of once upon a time; no adventures, nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary. 

And then, just as she’s rounding the corner, ready to check on her newest addition–a thick, green pod she had come across in the market from a mysterious seller–he’s there. 

The man before her is tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a three-piece suit and a thick, heavy patchwork coat. There’s a manic grin on his face and a screwdriver-like device in his hand and before she can ask what on earth he thinks he’s doing in her greenhouse, he’s grabbing her hand and leaning in close and he whispers one word: Run.

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Pairing: Taron x Reader

Requested: Yup!

Pronouns: She/Her

GIF: No clue

Warnings: None. Unless you are triggered by adorableness.

Reading time: 7 Min.

Notes: I’m trying to write a little faster so I did this in just a few hours as opposed to my others which took me up to a week. So I apologize if it sucks. Ha!

Summary: You’ve been away a few weeks and are returning home to Taron at Christmas time.


“Babe, what’s all this?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she edged through the doorway into the flat they shared. The weight of the suitcases in her hands forced her to turn sideways but she could see he had decorated for the holiday. Taron grabbed a bag from her as he held the door open.

“Merry Christmas love.” He said. Her chest brushed against his and he puckered his lips. She placed a tiny kiss on them and set her bags down in the entryway.

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ktlsyrtis  asked:

First sentence game: "Um, I can explain..."

‘Um, I can explain…’

The words are out of Bernie’s mouth before Serena has even walked into the room, and it is with an acrobatic skill she’s rather proud of that Bernie leaps across the room to the iPod dock and turns it off (or tries to; in her haste, she misses the button twice before the offending noise finally, blessedly stops). ‘I can explain,’ she says again, meekly.

Serena, leaning against the doorframe with her keys and her bag still in hand, just raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure about that?’

She puts the bag down, slowly, and Bernie swallows. Reaches up for a second glass - autopilot, self-defence - and then starts to talk all in a rush. 'I’m so sorry, Serena, I didn’t realise you’d be home so soon, and… God, this is so embarrassing, I just… we used to listen to it on base, you see, me and the lads, and it was a bit of a joke, wasn’t it? Taste of home and all that, nostalgia in hard times, and we didn’t exactly have time to be up on the Top 40, did we? And sometimes you just – what?’ She stops, bottle of Shiraz at a 45-degree angle, and frowns. 'What did I say?’

Because Serena has started laughing. Not just laughing in that light, teasing way she has, or even in the had-a-few-glasses-too-many-and-now-finds-all-jokes-a-few-times-funnier way, but she’s doubled over, clutching her sides, her keys and bag forgotten at her feet. She’s laughing so hard she’s gasping, and when she looks up at Bernie, there are tears in her eyes. 'Oh, Bernie, relax,’ she splutters, and then she is straightening, walking up to Bernie, and taking the bottle from her hand so she can back her into the fridge and brace her there. 'Relax, you daft thing, I was just having you on.’

Bernie blinks. 'You… what?’

Serena cups her face in gentle hands, strokes down over her cheekbones, her eyes full of fondness and her lips full of mirth. 'You ridiculous woman. Do you honestly think I would care what sort of music you listen to on your own?’

Bernie gobs a moment then finally says, half a protest, 'It is your house.’

'It’s our house, actually. And really, it’s not as though it was Phil Collins.’

'Phil Collins?’ she squeaks. She hopes Serena won’t ask her to name one of his songs; she thinks he’s the one who did “Candle in the Wind”, but she isn’t sure enough that she wants to say it aloud.

'Yes,’ Serena says gravely, 'now that would have been true cause for embarrassment. But everyone likes a bit of fluff now and then, including me. Pop it back on, and I’ll change and then give you a hand with dinner. How does that sound?’

'Great,’ Bernie says, smiling. She’s so relieved she doesn’t even remember to hide it. 'There’s wine waiting for you when you come back.’

'I look forward to it.’

Serena winks at her and saunters away, still facing her, undoing the first few buttons on her blouse in a way that makes Bernie briefly forget the potatoes. Once Serena is out of sight, she leans across the counter to switch the iPod back on, and the dulcet tones of the Spice Girls fill the room. Oh good, she thinks, as The Lady is a Vamp comes on. This one’s her favourite.

anonymous asked:

Could I get 2 with 2D? Because lord that poor boy and his mom jeans

Also for the other Anon who also wanted 2 with 2D xx

2. “Why on earth are you wearing that?”

You were sitting in one of the chairs of the clothing store, waiting for Stu to come out of the dressing rooms. Your phone had died along the way, so you were practically staring at the ceiling. 2D was “the ultimate woman” while going shopping. It could seriously take hours sometimes to just be in one store and you thought it was kinda funny. The curtains flew open and you looked at him while lying kind up side down. 2D started laughing by the position you were sitting/lying in, but you started to laugh harder by the sight of him. He wore big mom jeans in this bright blue color and he wore a neon orange blouse. 

“Why on earth are you wearing that?” you asked, as you sat up straight. 2D his smile faded a bit and you felt bad right away.

‘Aren’t those from the women apartment?’ you asked as you pointed at his pants. 2D stood awkwardly in his dressing room and you stood up to stand in front of him. 

‘I thought it would look nice,’ he whispered, so that only you could hear it. ‘I want to wear it when we are going on tour again. So that everyone can see that it is totally fine to wear women’s clothes.’

You sighed and pressed a kiss against his lips. 

‘It looks great on you 2D, I am sorry,’ you said. ‘I just was expecting some more skin to show.’ A cheeky grin grew on your face when you unbuttoned two buttons on his blouse and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. His face turned bright red and he mumbled something you couldn’t understand. 

‘Damnit Y/N,’ he whispered as he looked around nervously. ‘Not here.’ You laughed and took and sat down back in your chair. 

‘You can pull of anything Stu,’ you said. ‘You could stand her in a dress with holes in it, with a neon yellow wig on and bad make-up. And you will still look more beautiful then me.’

2D walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips. He let his hand go in to your hair and pulled you further in for the kiss and once he let go, you were almost out of breath.

‘2D you cheeky boy’ you grinned but he looked dead serious at you.

‘I could never be more beautiful then you,’ he said. ‘Never forget, okay.’

You turned red and nodded softly. He smiled at you and placed a quick kiss on your temple, before he went back in to his dressing room and left you blushing in your chair.