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Ever Since New York

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.  

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s album (which I love btw).  This is probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do

After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket to New York.  He had discovered a writing internship there that he knew he had to do. It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money. Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own.  He wanted to deserve this internship as much as possible.

He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about her time in New York.  She, of course, gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions.  She was glad to finally bond with her boyfriend’s best friend.  

Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she had done an internship similar to his two summers ago.  It was a bit awkward at first, since the two of them used to date.  However, they both got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his internship.

“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him.  “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so much.”

“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired.  “Are they pricks?”

“Sometimes,” Betty laughed. “It depends.  Do you know how many other people are participating in the internship?”

“Just one,” he answered, shrugging.  “I don’t know who it is though.”

“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she offered.  “But if they’re nice, they may become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”


“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded.  “You’re gonna spend all summer with this other person.  They’re either gonna drive you up the wall or become your new best friend.”

I need something, tell me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?

“Have fun in New York, Jug.” FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate.  Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles.  Jughead glanced around at the group who followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.

“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin.  “You didn’t all have to come, though.”

“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued.  “We’re not gonna see you all summer, Jughead.  We have to give you a proper send-off.”

“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed.  He watched as others in the line began to move.  “I guess I should go now.  Thanks for this.  See you all in August.”  As he turned on his heel and walked away, the group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.

“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.

“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand.  “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front desk.  “I’m here for the writing internship.”

The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead.  “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her chair.

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.  

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, not at all.  Your counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”

“My counterpart?”

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine.  The girl perked up when she heard her name, and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.

“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the magazine down.  Jughead noticed it was a TIME magazine.  

“Yes,” the receptionist answered.  “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.”  Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and (Y/N) firmly shook his hand.

“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.  

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest.  “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk forming on her face.  “I like it.”

“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin.  “Like you said, we’ll be around each other all summer.”

“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling in love with me,” she jokingly warned. “So be careful.”

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news
There’s no water inside this swimming pool

“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited the building, their first day of the internship finished.

“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his pockets.  “What about you?”

“Last week.”  Her pace was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere.  “Are you hungry?  Because I’m starving.”

“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the thought of food.  He was only able to scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.

“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led the way to the restaurant.  “It’ll make every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”

“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed.  “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”

“Where are you from?”

“Riverdale,” he said. “Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called. If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s.  Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) reminded him.  “So you should thank your lucky stars that I am your counterpart, because I’ve been here for the past week. You know what I’ve been doing for that week?  Exploring, Jones.  I have tried and evaluated twenty-one restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”

“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.

“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she immediately responded.


“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”

“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.

“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide.  “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as how attractive I am.”

“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.  

(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm.  “I do not!” she retaliated.  

“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.”  Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N) behind him.

“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him.  “You better not leave me!  You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulders.  “Lead the way, (Y/N).”

Almost over, had enough from you
And I’ve been praying, I never did before

“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead.  “That place we ate at last week was so much better.”

“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food.  “But this place is cheaper.”

“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a chopstick.  Jughead silently laughed and shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice.  He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish, examining each aspect of the meal.  

It had been three weeks since their internship had begun, and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends.  They bonded over the overwhelming amount of work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures.  Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side.  They even stayed at the same hotel, so during a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking.  On those nights, they would drink hot chocolate.

“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress.  Jughead furiously shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested, reaching out towards the bill.  “I’ll cover it tonight.”

“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed.  “I can handle it.  Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or tonight.”  

Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s money.  “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”


“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair.  (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the diner.  She slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his offer, grinning up at him.

“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying not to blush at their hand-holding.  They had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.

“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and I explicitly explained it to you.”  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.  “Ice cream is-”

“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

Understand I’m talking to the walls
I’ve been praying ever since New York

In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing.  Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with his eyes remaining shut.  

“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to initiate the conversation.

“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up.  A few moments later, a soft knock resonated through Jughead’s hotel room.  He rolled off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door.  (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly shaking.  

“You cold?” Jughead murmured.  (Y/N) wordlessly nodded.  He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside, shutting the door behind them.  He stripped the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N) in the soft white material.  (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his bed.  Jughead mimicked her actions and sat next to her.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated.  “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out for, what, a month and a half now?  You know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me. I’ll back off.”

“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “You’re the best part about this internship.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging her.  “I’m serious, (Y/N).  Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty about internships.  She did one two years ago, so she knew what she was talking about. She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”

“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a tentative smile.

“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time.  A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.

“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring up at Jughead.

“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “She was,” he admitted, “but not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” he shrugged. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered. “I had a boyfriend.”

“Really?  That’s shocking.”

“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him.  “Yes, I had a boyfriend.  He was actually a total dickhead.”

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.  

(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled.  “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a hand on his chin.  Jughead swatted it away.

“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious.  “But really, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead.  “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t know.  He never really supported me in anything.  He wasn’t nice to any of my friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten.  Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized that he was horrible.  So, naturally, I dumped him.”

“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.  

(Y/N) slumped and sighed. “What time is it?”

Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red numbers.  “Three o’clock.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.  “I should… I should get back to my room.”  She jumped off the bed and trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.

“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm.  “Don’t go, it’s too late.”

“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,” (Y/N) joked.  “It’s fine, Jug, my room is down the hall.  I’m not gonna get mugged.”

“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he countered with a lighthearted smirk. “Just stay here tonight, okay?” (Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned around and climbed into Jughead’s bed. He laid down, patting the space next to him.  (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly resting her head on the neighboring pillow. “You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her unusually timid nature.  She hesitantly scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest.  “That’s better,” he whispered into her hair.  She draped one arm around his torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.

“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed.  He smiled at her.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face displayed on his laptop screen.  

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.  

“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from her spot next to Betty.

“A bunch,” he vaguely replied.  “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant in New York City.  I think it’s impossible, but she’s determined.”

“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the camera’s view.  

Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin?  She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the internship.  We’ve become very close.”

“I told you,” Betty grinned. Jughead nodded.

“You were right,” he admitted.  “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it just felt like something clicked between us. We’re inseparable.”  Betty’s expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.

“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best friend.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained.  “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close to people when you spend so much time together.”

“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.

“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed.  Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing glance.

“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed.  Before Jughead could respond, there was a knock on his door.  A smile subconsciously grew on his face.

“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking towards the door.  He opened it, and, as expected, (Y/N) stood there.

“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his hand.  “I told you the line for the rainbow bagels is super long.  I don’t want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking pretty.”

“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told her, gesturing towards his open laptop. “Can you wait like five more minutes?”

“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms.  She stepped into his room, allowing him to close the door behind her.  She followed him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered at the screen. “These are your friends?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is Betty, and that one is Veronica.”  (Y/N) smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.

“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled.  “Jughead was just talking about you.”

“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm.  Jughead playfully shoved her back.

“So how’s it been? Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a smirk dancing on her lips.  

“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N) corrected her.  “I’ve only gotta deal with this guy for two more weeks.” Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him.  “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”

“We know,” Archie laughed. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.

“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing up.  “I’ll be right back, Jug.”  She turned and faced the laptop.  “It was great talking to you guys.  I hope we can meet sometime!”  She quickly exited Jughead’s room.  Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty bombarded him about (Y/N)

“She’s perfect,” Veronica cooed.  “She’s actually flawless, Jughead.”

“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him.  “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled.  Jughead grinned and shook his head.

“You guys, I told you-”

“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him.  “That girl is absolutely perfect for you.  The way you two look at each other is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale. You two are soulmates, Jughead.

“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her.  “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with anyone.  No offense, Betty.”

“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off.  “They’re right though, Jug.  You never looked at me the way you look at (Y/N).”  Jughead couldn’t think of a clever retort.  “But be careful, Jughead.  Like (Y/N) said earlier, you two only have two more weeks together. If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now.  Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak that’ll happen when you have to leave her?” She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.

“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly.  “Really, thank you.  I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
Tell me something just before you go

“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s hotel room.  After the video call he had two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room.  “Our internship is over, and we have one last night to spend together, Jug.  Out of every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?” she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.

“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to stop his expression from deflating.  “And then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”

“I like it!” she grinned. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek to their favorite restaurant.  “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

“I know,” he agreed.  “It seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed. They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the bustling New York traffic.  

The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars.  They didn’t even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.

“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she set their burgers in front of them.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”

“Oh,” the waitress sighed. “Well, you two better visit.  I don’t know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.”  She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to enjoy their burgers.

“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while becoming a regular here.”

“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a napkin.  “It takes a hell of a lot of talent.”

They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to get cupcakes.  On their walk back to the hotel, they fell into silence once again. It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room.  By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up in here.  They found it easier, rather than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their stuff.

“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the bed.  Jughead stood by the bedside, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded.  He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a shriek from (Y/N).  He swallowed as he stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her. “Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”

“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she answered with a grin.  Jughead laughed and shook his head.

“No, the other thing.”

“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck together all summer?” she offered.  He shook his head again.


“I called you quick-witted?”


“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.

“You told me that if we were together any longer than just the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that they were face-to-face.  (Y/N)’s grin slightly faded.

“Oh,” she murmured.  “Yeah, I did say that.”

“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice steady.  He slowly grabbed her right hand.

“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.

“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re not gonna be together that long.  And she was right.  I mean, why would we risk an immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks together?”  When (Y/N) said nothing, he continued.  “So I figured I could just suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say anything.  It was a good plan, but you… you ruined it.”

“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk.  Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not,” he laughed. “You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be. Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you than I ever have with anyone else.  Hell, my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands.  “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you.  I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks.  It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again.  And this is gonna cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too.  I just… I can’t keep it from you anymore.  But I also think, deep down, you already knew how I felt.”  Tears clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in a hug.

“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck.  “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.”  He pulled himself out of her grip and stared at her, stroking his hand across her cheek. They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other.  Their lips ghosted over each other, only millimeters apart.

“If I kiss you-”

“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she interrupted him.  He nodded but didn’t pull away.  They sat there like that on his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.

The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for the past three months.  

Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession he had, wishing that kisses could speak. He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how she charmed him with her wit.  He wanted his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was, especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning.  He wanted his lips, which were pressed against hers, to tell her how much he loved her.  He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to keep saying it for the rest of his life.

For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart.  They kept their foreheads resting against each other.  

“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead burst out into laughter.  (Y/N) followed suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead. This only caused the pair to laugh harder.  

When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest.  She combed her hand through his raven locks.

“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead apologized, kissing the top of her head. They were slowly falling asleep.

“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes fluttering shut.  “It may have all gone to shit, but it was worth it.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him.  He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother smiling.  Immediately, everyone understood.  

While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty, Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N).  They told them about how Jughead spent three months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never seen Jughead look so smitten before.  

“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase from him.  Jughead shrugged.

“It was nice.”

“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open up.  Jughead nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.

“And the internship?”

“Helpful,” Jughead responded.  “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”

“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair.  “You had another person with you, right?”  FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Yeah, I had a counterpart.”

“What was she like?” Jughead looked up at his dad.

“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his head.  “Who told you, Betty?”  FP pursed his lips.

“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica.  But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your heart broken countless other times.  You’ll get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.

“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested.  “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell in love with her and then everything went to shit.  But the worst part is that it’s okay, because she loved me too.  She fucking loved me, and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”

“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP shrugged.  “Fate is a tricky thing, son, but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”

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The Setup

I was in college, recently married, and looking for a part-time job. Luckily, a friend of mine (let’s call her Kay) had just been hired as a secretary at “Weird & Associates”, and suggested I apply for a job there as well. Mr. Weird was looking for a tech - someone to test the various junk he bought at auction to later sell. I was hired right off the bat. Now, the entire company consisted of Mr. Weird, a sales guy, the new secretary Kay, and myself. Mr. Weird was excited about expanding his business, as he was (hypothetically) making bank selling computer junk.

For a while, everything was awesome; the work was interesting, Mr. Weird was easy enough to get along with, and I could work basically whenever I wanted as long as I wrote down my hours (useful, since I was also attending classes). After the first week, Mr. Weird paid Kay and I, by pulling out a wad of cash and peeling off a hundred dollar bill for each of us. Part time for a week worked out to basically that, so it was only slightly suspicious. That was, of course, the last money I saw. From him, anyway.

Things started going downhill after that. We moved to a bigger warehouse, but the sales guy quit. When she realized she wasn’t going to be paid “above board”, Kay quit too, under the guise of needing more time to study. I’m stubborn, though, and not only needed the money, but didn’t have a lot of other options for work. I learned that my boss had no idea what he was doing, and would over-promise what work he could actually do - or, rather, what work I could do, as I was the only person with any skills at all. He picked up a job for DeepPockets, a local business, and sold them some servers. Unluckily, DeepPockets decided to hold off paying Mr. Weird until the software he set up actually worked. Mr. Weird decided that if he wasn’t being paid enough, then I didn’t get paid at all, and gave me a speech about how his family was eating nothing but rice and beans, which sounded delicious, but was at odds with the fast food cup in his drink-holder. Finally, he decided to do some renovations on his warehouse, and had me digging ditches in the boiling heat. That was the final straw - I don’t do construction when my job title is computer tech.

The Revenge

Taking Mr. Weird to court for the money he owed me would be a waste of time. My “time card” was nothing but an index card with hours worked written on it in pencil, and apart from that and a handshake, nothing tied me to “Weird and Associates”. It was only $600 or so. Besides, there was a better way.

Over the course of a week, I cleared out all my personal items, and put in for a week of vacation. Just before I headed out of town for the weekend, I got a call from Mr. Weird, who begged me to look in on DeepPockets, since I was “basically their sysadmin”. Biting back my comments, I agreed. I was headed there anyway, though he didn’t know that. I asked the owner of DeepPockets if he wouldn’t mind cutting me a check for services rendered, as my boss hadn’t actually paid me in a month or so. It was a win/win deal; DeepPockets got to pay me directly at college student rates for the work, and I got paid more than I would have, which was enough to cover my unpaid hours. Now, that’s as far as I had planned it; if it ended there, it would be /r/regularrevenge at best. Mr. Weird was upset, but I was done working for him, I got paid, and DeepPockets cut their losses and ditched him.

While I had no more contact with Mr. Weird, his family was close with Kay’s family, and Kay was good friends with my wife, which meant I got to hear the beautiful epilogue, the cherry on top that pushed this into /r/ProRevenge.

Mr. Weird, without a tech or a sales guy, couldn’t make a single red cent, and thus his business folded (sadly, I missed the auction where he sold off all the computer junk). Without income, he lost his house and had to move in with his in-laws. Lucky for him, his father-in-law worked in construction, and got him a “real job”… digging ditches in the summer heat.


Split - Kai Scenario. Part 3.

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 3564

A/n: Oooh, the drama in this chapter, hohohoho


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Originally posted by kairamelo

It’s 6pm and you’re still sitting in the kitchen. Ever since you woke up you’ve been running around the house with a broom and a map, listening to your mother-in-law’s instructions on where to clean next. You’re exhausted by now, but you can’t really disappoint a woman when the family dinners mean everything to her.

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Distractions pt 10

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8 || Pt.9 || Pt. 10 || Pt. 11

Yoongi x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3547

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

It was late by the time you got back to your dorms, but in your hands were bags full of groceries. After you and Jimin sobered up a bit, you two said farewell and parted ways for the night at the Han River. You decided to go along with his advice. Yoongi needed help and you still cared for him. Even if you weren’t together romantically anymore, it didn’t mean you had to stop caring. 

Yoongi was a stubborn one when he got sick. From the times he became ill during high school, you could vividly remember his extra grumpiness and attitude…especially when it came to food. He practically transformed into Gordon Ramsay taste testing food pulled from the dumpster while yelling at the garbage man for throwing away such worthless scraps of trash that they weren’t even worth being thrown in the garbage. Long story short: Yoongi was extremely picky and if he didn’t like something, he wouldn’t eat it. 

Well, he did always eat one thing: rice porridge. Now it sounds like there isn’t anything too fancy about rice porridge. Everyone and practically almost anyone can make it…but why was it special enough to get Yoongi’s taste buds’ attention? It wasn’t just any rice porridge that you always made for him, it was your family’s secret recipe rice porridge. You remembered how Yoongi’s older brother would always give you a phone call to come over and make some of it whenever Yoongi caught a cold because he refused to eat anything else. Even when he broke his shoulder, the only thing he’d eat was your rice porridge 

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ruru-ainulindale  asked:

Hi!! I'm so sorry to bug you with this, but I saw your answer to that one question about Russian nicknames and I was wondering if I could ask for some help rq. I've been trying to find affectionate terms (e.g. baby, love, honey, darling, etc.) in Russian for YOI fanfiction purposes and was wondering if you could list a few ones to call a male lover? It seems I can only find ones in the feminine form. Thanku!

Hello! IM SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE i hope even if im slow af you will able to use nicknames i wrote about….

since russian is pretty much a big and rich language, we have a lot of ways to express our love and intimacy through nicknames to loved ones! not only name based nicknames, but those affectionate terms as well

actually, we do use literal translations of ‘baby’ and ‘darling’ referring to loved ones

  • baby can be translated as малыш (malish) or детка (detka), or пупсик (pupsik) (pupsik sounds very ridiculous tbh but i think victor would use this one) and can be referred to both male, female and nonbinary folks, despide the fact малыш and пупсик are grammatically male gendered words, and детка - grammatically female gendered.
  • with darling\dear its different, its very gendered term, so you have to use дорогой (dorogoi) to male lover, дорогая (dorogaya) to a female, and дорогие (dorogie) to someone who uses they\them pronounce (but they\them pronounce as singular pronounce is very complicated topic in russian, it really is, so i will talk mostly about she\he, alright?)  
  • there is another word from дорогой  - дорогуша (dorogusha), grammatically female gendered, but can used towards anyone, usually in less tender, but  teasing way
  • i think darling\dear in meaning as affectionate nickname can be translated as милый (miliy) as well. милый literally translates as ‘cute’ and ‘nice’, but when russian uses it to exactly refer to someone they love its usually can be translated as 'darling’ in english
    милый (miliy) is for males and милая (milaya) is for females. (they\them is милые (miliye))
  • talking about affectionate adjectives, we also use 'loved’, like’ loved by me’, and its любимый (lyubimiy) for males, любимая( lyubimaya) for females, любимые (lyubimiye) for they\them
  • сладкий (sladkiy) is also common affectionate nickname, analogue of it in english is sweetie i believe, since сладкий  translates as 'sweet’. female form is сладкая (sladkaya), сладкие (sladkiye) for they\them  
  • we also have similar nicknames to 'sunshine’ for instance, but we dont literally call people 'sunshine’, but just 'sun’ - солнце (solntse), or with diminutive suffix to sound even cuter - солнышко (solnishko)


we actually use shit tons of different nicknames. especially the most favorite by russians are animals, like every russian couple is a fucking mini zoo: we call our loved ones зая (zaya)\заяц(zayats)\зайчонок(zaychonok) - different forms of ’bunny’ ; котя(kotya)\котик(kotik)\котенька(koten'ka)\киса(kisa) - kitty; медвежонок (medvezhonok) - diminutive form of ’bear’ ; рыбка (ribka) - diminutive for ’fish’… and more, but зая is like the ultimate affectionate term and a lot of russians actually hate it, despite it being so popular lmao

in victor and yuuri’s case victor probably would call yuuri порося (porosya), поросенок (porosyonok),поросеночек (porosyonochek). all of these words are different variations of ’piggy\little piggy\piglet’. we also usually call порося those people who are very messy, but its in very tender way

i imagine when yuuri eats katsudon and some pieces of rice are on his cheeks, victors gently wipes them away, calling yuuri not less gentler ’порося моя’ (porosya moya - 'my piglet’).

ALSO I BET VICTOR WOULD ALSO CALL YUURI ФУНТИК (FUNTIK). Funtik is a character from old popular soviet cartoon Adventures of Piglet Funtik AND ITS CUTE

besides animals we can call people dear to us as:

  • золотце (zolotse) - 'someone gold’ or you can translate it as 'goldie’. a very common term in russian
  • голубка (golubka) - woopsie its an animal as well, i mean, a bird - a very sweet version of 'pigeon’
  • крошка (kroshka) - could be literally translated as 'crumb’ or 'little one’
  • куксик\кукуся\ кукуся (kuksik\kukusik\kukusya) - i honesty didnt know what exactly this word meaned till i googled it right now: 'as original term kukusik is someone very young, infantile and naive, who dont have much life experience and etc’, but this word lost this meaning and is usually used as affectionate term to loved one

i bet victor would call yuuri котлетка (kotletka), diminutive form of 'cutlet’

or щекастик (shekastik)! means 'someone with cute cheeks’ and this one isnt very common, but it sounds very cute and if you hc chubby yuuri, this nickname would fit him a lot!!  

other examples:

  • душа моя (dusha moya) - 'my soul’
  • свет моих очей (svet moih ochey) - 'the light of my eyes’. a pretty old one, im not sure someone uses it on daily basis, usually characters in old russian literature would referred like that. but is sounds very romantic and i personally love it
  • любовь моя (lyubov moya) - 'my love’
  • мой хороший \ хороший мой (moi horoshiy\horoshiy moi) for males; моя хорошая\хорошая моя (moya horoshaya\horoshya moya) for females - translates as 'my good’, meaning 'my dear’ or smth 
  • радость моя (radost’ moya) - 'my joy’

you noticed constant moi or moya in last ones? thats right, russian affectionate terms are very often accompanied with word 'my’ (мой\моя (moi\moya)), and sometimes some nicknames arent usually used separated from it!

russians usually use my + nickname combination to sound more intimate and show closeness to called person, which well is pretty obvious, i know, but we really do use it a lot

some of previous examples sounds even better and are more used with 'my’

мой (moi) is for grammatically male gendered words, моя (moya) for grammatically female gendered words and моё (moyo) - grammatically neutral gendered words tho

  • рыба моя (riba moya) - 'my fish’. yes we call people like that and its cute in our understanding
  • зая моя (zaya moya) - 'my bunny’
  • золотце моё (zolotse moye) - 'my goldie’
  • милый мой (miliy moi) for males; милая моя (milaya moya) for females - 'my dear’
  • сладкий мой (sladkiy moi) for males; сладкая моя (sladkaya moya) for females  - 'my sweet\my sweetie’

and yeah, we usually write 'my’ after the affectionate term. its grammatically correct in this case and sounds better.

actually in russian you can use like every cute sounding word as affectionate nickname?? even english ’pumpkin’ sounds very cute in russian - тыковка (tikovka) , and i would love if someone called me like that, despite the fact its not common term

ive read some fic where vitya called yuuri:
ангел мой\ангелочек мой (angel moi\angelochek moi) - 'my angel’
звезда моя\звездочка моя (zvezda\zvezdocka moya) - 'my star’
which you can use as well!! the number of possibilities is unbelievable

woopsie this one got very big as well… hope it was informative and still understanding!! 

2. “Is this even a marriage anymore?”

A/N: yes this is over 10k words. yes i cried while i wrote this. yes you can yell at me send me feedback in my askbox

warning: death (not d and p but take this into mind that there is death in the oneshot)

summary: dan and phil want a baby—they struck out and are having no luck but when dan meets a girl in the street, she changes their lives in many ways.  *get a box of tissues and feel free to yell at me while you read*

    “Wait you want what?”

Dan took a deep breath and ran his thumb over Phils knuckles, his heart was pounding out of his chest. He’d been thinking about this for a while now and he thought why not do it on date night? They’d be all full because of dinner and sipping some wine while curled up on the sofa in bliss.

“I want us to have a baby.”

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cooking with bf baekhyun
  • matching aprons!!
  • lets you tie his bangs up
  • won’t stop eating the ingredients
  • “jagiya stop eating the rice cakes they’re for the ddukkbokki”
  • doesn’t listen to you
  • kisses cream off your lips
  • can’t boil water
  • likes to roll kimbap
  • hugs you from behind when you’re cooking
  • very concerned about your safety
  • “jagiya let me cut the onions what if you get hurt??”
  • cries while cutting the onions
  • smothers you in kisses while waiting for the oven to preheat
  • doesn’t know how a blender works
  • feeds you spoonfuls of soup to taste test
  • squirts condiments into his mouth
  • an expert at dicing vegetables
  • plays with his food but you let him bc he’s just that adorable
Fallout 4 Companions As Parents

- Cait is the token ‘hot mom’, would definitely burst into the school like a hurricane if she found out her child was being bullied and demand the principal got up off their fat corporate funded ass to do something about it, if they didn’t she’d go to the kids houses and ask to fight the fucking parents, wouldn’t be able to cook to save her fucking life so your prime source of nourishment would be pizza she ordered (she’d be cool about it and let you pick whatever toppings you want), bedtime would be nonexistent and vague and she’d pretty much just tell you to go to sleep whenever she figures out it’s actually pretty late, you’d find her the next morning passed out on the couch with a bag of pretzels tucked into her side, ‘sex ed’ mom who all your friends come to for help even before the actual sex ed teacher or their parents, everyone’s kind of scared of her so you don’t really have to worry about anyone bullying you, let you have your first sip of alcohol, once you get older lets you have some drinks as long as you stay in the house bc she knows kids always find a way to drink, when you wanna try out for a sports team she helps you work out and trains with you, when you go on your first date and they come to pick you up she glares a hole into their head but tries to be polite bc you’re her fucking baby, gives you the coolest hand-me-down clothes

- Hancock, ‘the Cool Dad’, one time you came home in tears after getting dress coded in Jr. High and he was genuinely flapperghasted (’you look fine? The fuck you mean they said ‘you were distracting the boys’?? You’re eleven???), busts into the school and gives the principal AND the teacher who dress coded you the scare/tongue lashing of their fucking lives, lets you wear whatever you want within reason, takes you shopping and if you pick up something weird that tangibly no one else would wear he looks at you dead serious and says ‘i love it.’, the ‘fuck yeah stick it to old people while eating cereal in his jammies’ dad, totally respects and adores your rebellious phase bc you’re teaching yourself that the system is corrupt, always went to all your daddy/daughter or father/son dances and events and scared the shit out of all the other parents despite being the friendliest person there, picks you up from school blasting rock music and takes you to get ice cream after a game/performance/bad day, ‘auntie fahrenheit’ who comes to visit and always stays up watching true crime and law and order with you, she teaches you practical self defense as opposed to hancock’s ‘here’s a knife stab em until they drop’ take on it, occasionally picks you up from school to go play laser tag with hancock and all their friends, has an entire hanse of friends who all think you are a fucking angel and would probably die for you, he helps you clean up after a wild party so your other parent doesn’t find out, when you come home drunk as a fucking skunk he makes you a sandwich gets you some gatorade and tucks you into bed only promptly to wake you up at 6AM to mow the lawn to teach you a valuable lesson, when your first date comes to pick you up he greets them in his signature ‘hancock’ coat draped over his jammies eating chocolate rice krispies with a ‘sup dude’ no matter what gender they are much to your utter embarrassment, always the first to hug you after someone breaks your heart

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anonymous asked:

Can I have some headcannons on how Josuke would react/feel about his crush feeling super worried about his wounds after he protected them in a stand fight. Trying to help him feel better They feel so bad that they are useless and caused him pain

Sure, kitten! This is a good headcanons request! I apologize for not being frequently active. School got in the way but I got a new laptop so hopefully, even when I am out of the house, I should be able to answer your asks!

Originally posted by wrybrando

“Your Safety is My Joy”; Headcanons of injured Josuke with worried s/o

  • Josuke would suffer bruises and minor bleeding. He knows not to carelessly take big hits if he has a s/o to look after.
  • He’s bed-ridden at his home. He wants to return to school but his mother won’t allow her son walk around when blood ran down from his forehead.
  • Okuyasu and Koichi often visit their friend after school, dropping off small snacks for Josuke to enjoy.
  • If S/O visits Josuke, he smiles and pretends his wounds aren’t a thing. He continues to smile for his s/o or crush.
  • “What are you saying? I-I’m gonna be fine. It’s you I’m really happy for!”
  • He feels lucky and dazed when his s/o offers to feed him.
  • Josuke happily eats hot rice served by s/o, his nose dripping from the steam but he sniffles with a big, stupid grin on his face.
  • “The rice tastes so much better when you’re giving it to me! More!”
  • He lets s/o sign their signature on his cast, feeling honored that his favorite “celebrity” signed on his wrapped injury.
  • Josuke would feel a little bad that his carelessness caused s/o to worry. He could only look down at his lap in shame, like a puppy after chewing on its owner’s slippers.
  • “If Crazy Diamond was able to heal me, I’d do it in a heartbeat so that I can hold you again. There’s no other person I’d get hurt for. But it is what it is. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll work on getting better so that I can take you out to ice cream again! Promise!”
  • He holds his s/o when they cry tears of joy and relief that he’s alive. His arms wrap around s/o, light enough so that he doesn’t pop a stitch but close enough for the hug to be intimate. He also kisses their tears away, not minding the salty tears on his lips.
  • When he gets better enough to attend school again, he would notice his s/o fret over everything he does. Josuke smiles warmly, appreciating that his sweetheart is so worried for him. He reassures them that he’s going to be okay. But, that doesn’t stop him from being cheeky.
  • “Hm.. although there is one thing the doctor said that I needed. I need Vitamin You! Kiss me please! Doctor’s consultation fee, baby!”

A gentleman in Bengal kept an enormous royal tiger in a cage, and on one occasion he caught a Pariah dog, and devoted him to destruction by throwing him into the fangs of the furious animal. The Pariah stood upon the defensive, showing no fear for his enemy, and acted with such boldness in this perilous situation, that he not only astonished the tiger, but also the spectators. He went into a corner of the cage, and whenever the tiger approached, seized him by the lip or the nose, making him roar most piteously. The latter, however, impelled by appetite (for no other supply was given him for several days), repeatedly renewed the attack. The result was ever the same.

At length the tiger began to treat the dog with more deference, and allowed him not only to eat the mess of rice and meat furnished daily for his own subsistence, but even refrained from any attempt to disturb his rest. The two animals after some weeks became completely courteous, and each showed symptoms of attachment to the other. But the most extraordinary circumstance was, that when the dog was allowed his liberty, he continued to consider the cage as his home, always returning to it with confidence; and when the tiger died, he bemoaned his loss with the most piteous howling.

The Pariah was kept by the gentleman till he died.

—  Thomas Brown, Biographical Sketches and Authentic Anecdotes of Dogs: Exhibiting Remarkable Instances of the Instinct, Sagacity, and Social Disposition of this Faithful Animal (1829)
Arrangement (Jimin) Part Two
Genre: , Angst/Fluff

Word Count:1,456

Summary: Jimin and you have been dating for yea when all of a sudden his confirmed dating someone else, it stirs a lot of heartbreak.

A/n: Really sorry on how long this took for me to post, I really hope you enjoyed reading it, and hopefully I can start writing more on a daily basis rather than post memes, lol.~J (Part three will be coming soon!)

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six

After the break up you visited the studio sometimes, not as often as you did back when you were dating Jimin, but you still came with food. You weren’t going to let some break up get in the way of your support for the boys, even if Jimin cheated on you, you weren’t going to leave the boys. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop, you let your Spotify play it’s sad playlist, you had a solid two hours before you were going to see the boys, so this was your chance to finally reflect on what had happened during the past month. Letting the tears slip you finally decided to get up, wiping your tears and getting ready, you packed some food for the boys to eat, leaving encouraging letters for each of the boys.

‘Namjoon, you’re the leader of bts which means you have to eat and stay healthy so enjoy this lunch and make sure to take care of your group!’

‘Jin, you need to stay healthy, if you want to stay as good looking as you are right now, you’re going to need all the healthy foods in the world!’

‘Yoongi, being apart of bts, whilst producing songs are hard so you have to remember to rest and eat, I don’t want you in the studio working at five, you should be sleeping.’

‘Hoseok, Dancers need to be healthy so make sure you eat right and get enough sleep!’

‘Taehyung, to be able to soothe people with your powerful voice means you need to be always training, which means you need to eat and sleep to stay healthy so enjoy this lunch!’

‘Jungkook, my little kookie, make sure you’re always eating and getting enough rest, so enjoy the lunch!’

‘Jimin, if you want to keep up with your hectic schedule and still have time to hangout with your girlfriend, you’re going to have to stay healthy so don’t skip out on any meals.’ 

You taped the letters on all of their lunch boxes, although you were a bit bitter while writing Jimin’s, you knew that he was probably much happier with her than he was with you. You put the lunch boxes in a bag and headed out of your house, driving to the practice room you saw them finish up their dance, you clapped as they started to head over to you.

“Awe, Y/n brought us lunch, ” Namjoon says, giving you a hug.

“How thoughtful of you” Jin smiles, giving you a hug as well.

“Thank, Y/n!” Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung said, giving you a group hug.

“Noona, you came!” Jungkook smiles, giving you the biggest hug of all.

“We can tell who’s happiest to see you,” Yoongi says, as Jimin tenses up.

“I mean aren’t you guys happy to see y/n? I mean we haven’t seen her in a bit” Jungkook asks, avoiding eye contact with you as his face turned red.

“We saw her three days ago,” Hoseok says.

“Yeah, but we used to see her everyday befor-” Jungkook was about to finish his sentence when Yoongi put his hand over his mouth.

“Let’s eat shall we?” Yoongi says, smiling at everyone.

You sat as you saw everyone enjoy the food you made, you were so glad that they enjoyed your food, Jungkook sees how you were sitting alone so he moved over to sit next to you.

“Noona why aren’t you eating?” Jungkook asked.

“Oh, I’m not that hungry” You smile.

“Well, you should still eat,” Yoongi says.

“I know I will,” You say back.

“Here you can have some of mine” Jungkook offers you a spoonful of his rice.

“No Jungkook you eat up, Y/n can have some of mine” Jimin offers.

“Hyung I think it would be weird if you shared your food with Y/n, since you cheated on her, I don’t think she would want to share with a cheater,” Jungkook says harshly.

“Jungkook stop, that was uncalled for,.” You say to him.

“I know Noona I just wanted to tell him he shouldn’t be sharing his food if he has a girlfriend, and especially if the girl is his e,” Jungkook says.

“How about you watch who you’re talking about?” Jimin shouts.

“GUYS, both of you quiet down, Jungkook Jimin is your hyung respect him, and Jimin you won’t share your food with Y/n because of the current situation you two are in, y/n will be sharing my food,” Yoongi says, as he gives you a spoonful of his food.

A couple days later, the boys were holding a sleep over, Jimin decided it was time to introduce you to Sunhee, and he decided to bring her to the sleep over party. Jungkook and Yoongi and you set up the whole party, and eventually, he boys all came, all except Jimin. You guys waited for Jimin and Sunhee, but it had been a half an hour of waiting before you guys decided to start.

You turned on a dancing game on the tv and watched Jungkook and Hoseok challenge each other, Jin was checking his watch worried that Jimin had gotten in a accident.

“I’m sure he’s fine, you need to relax”, You tell Jin.

“Yeah I know, Y/n you want to help me bake some cookies to help me relax?” Jin asks.

“Yeah totally” You say to him, walking into the kitchen with him.

While baking, Jin told you to roll the dough, you placed the flour on the cutting board before placing the dough on. Jungkook walked in the kitchen to get water when he saw a bowl of flour right beside you, grinning he took a handful worth of flour throwing it at your shirt, luckily you had a apron or your pjs would have been ruined. You glared at Jungkook playfully.

“Jungkook watch it, I didn’t bring any extra clothing.” You say to him.

“It’s cool, if your shirt gets dirty I can give you some clothing to change into.” Jungkook says.

After finishing baking you placed it in the oven, taking your apron off you sighed in relief.

“Thank god it’s in the oven now”, You say to Jin, as he chuckles.

“You’re a pretty good baking partner, let’s do it more often” Jin winks.

“Yeah” You smile, totally missing the wink Jin gave you.

Suddenly you felt something hit your back, you looked back to see cloudiness, it smelt like flower. Seeing the person behind it, it was none other than Jungkook.

“Jungkook! What did I say? These are my only pyjamas” You shout.

“It’s fine you can wear one of my shirts.” Jungkook shrugs as he heads upstairs. 

You waited for him to come back with a shirt, he handed you one of his regular white shirts, which was a oversized t-shirt for you. You thanked him, heading to the washroom to change, after getting your dirty shirt off, you put on Jungkook’s shirt, your once visible shorts didn’t show up at all. It seemed like you were only wearing a oversized tee. Jin offered to wash your shirt, so in the meantime you would have to wear Jungkook shirt, but you would get your shirt back tomorrow. 

When you came back down, Jimin and Sunhee had already arrived.

“Oh hey Y/n” Sunhee smiles.

“Hi”, You say, trying your best to not sound fake.

“Oh Y/n you’re here too”, Jimin says, as if he didn’t know you were coming.

“Jimin I always come to these sleepovers they’re like tradition.” You say to him.

“It was like tradition when we were a thing, but now it’s weird since we broke up, you know?” Jimin says.

“I mean maybe if you didn’t cheat on me this wouldn’t be weird, you know?” You say mocking his last words.

“Whatever, wait…Is that Jungkook shirt?” Jimin asks, tensing up again.

“Yeah, he threw flour at my shirt so I’m wearing this in the meantime.” You say to him.

“Well let’s get this party started”, Sunhee says, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes let’s,”Hoseok says.

After a bunch of games, it was time for movies, and tonight was a horror movie marathon. You sat in between Jungkook and Yoongi, Jungkook was the type of person to try to scare you during the jumpscares, and Yoongi was the type to either be very scared or fall asleep within the first five seconds of the movie.

Once the movie started, you felt sleepy, you decided to get some sleep before you would be awoken again. Yoongi was watching the movie when he felt a sudden thump on his shoulder looking over he saw your head laying on his shoulder. He smiled putting his arm over your shoulder before whispering into your ears.



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School Life - Taeyong | Part 3

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“I’m coming soon,” the text from Taeyong reads.  You smile and begin spreading your books and papers on the table.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you.

Turning around, you see Taeyong walking towards you,  His bruises and scrapes are almost completely healed, and he looks good in his normal clothes.

“Wow, I think this is my first time seeing you without your uniform on,” you comment.

Taeyong slides into the seat across from you and looks at the books you have set in front of him.

“Ahhhh,” he groans, “I’m already getting a headache….”

You chuckle. “Toughen up, this is nothing. You promised to study today, right?”

He puts his head in his hands and tugs on his hair. “I don’t remember anything like that.”

You point to one of the books. “Start with this one.”

Taeyong opens the book and pouts cutely. “How am I supposed…” he sighs and puts his head down inside the book. “Too many words…”

You snort. “Study!”


You look up from the textbook you have been reading. Taeyong is sitting across from you, his head tilted back, a book draped across his eyes.  His arms are crossed, and he’s breathing slowly.

You shake your head. “I can’t believe him.” You laugh quietly and poke his side with a pencil. “Taeyong…”

He slowly lifts the book from his face and opens one eye.

“Watcha doing?” you ask.  

“Absorbing…” he mutters, and puts the book down on the desk.  He leans forward, putting his face in the book. “Tell me when you’re finished,” he says softly.

You laugh, and look back down at your own work.  He’s doing better than I thought.


“Taeyong,” you call out, setting your lunch tray down with a bang.  

Taeyong flinches and looks up from his own lunch.  “What…?”

You pull up a chair and sit down, grabbing your chopsticks. “I’m eating.  Why do you look so confused?”

Taeyong leans closer to you. “I appreciate what you’re doing [y/n], but this might ruin your reputation.”

“What reputation?” you ask innocently, trying to hide a smile.  “The reputation that I only hang out with smart people? Or that I don’t have any friends because I’m so stuck up?”

Taeyong sighs and leans back in his chair. “Wow.”

You smile at him, and use your spoon to scoop your rice into his almost empty bowl. “Eat up, you need to stay healthy.  Turns out that your only skills are origami and having a nice face…”

Taeyong sighs and bows his head. “I sincerely apologize,” he says jokingly. “I will try to be even better looking in the future!”

You and Taeyong laugh together, and you eat in silence. You don’t notice Songmin standing at the opposite side of the cafeteria, watching you.

One of his friends walks up to him, patting him on the shoulder. “I thought you guys were a thing.  No?”

Songmin bangs his fist on the lunch table. “It’s all Taeyong’s fault.  I can’t believe that she would even talk to him, he’s a fighter.  I’m so much better than him anyways!” Songmin glances at his friend. “Would you mind helping me later?”

———–(Taeyong’s POV)——-

The school dismissal bell rings and I raise my head from my desk.  I don’t have classroom duties, I’m just going to go home and sleep…

I stand up and grab my bag then look over my shoulder, noting that [y/n] is staying late. Maybe I should wait for her… I shake my head.  What am I thinking, I’m not good enough for her anyways. I shouldn’t be feeling this for her at all, there’s no way she feels the same.  

I walk out of the classroom, loosening my tie.  Auntie hasn’t been home for a few weeks, I should probably stop by the store to get some ramen… maybe some milk…

As I pass through the doors to the school, three male students step out of the shadows.  I immediately notice one of them as the guy who messed with [y/n] before, Songmin.

“Want to have a little talk?” he asks.


I fall to the floor again, landing hard on my shoulder.  The guys in Songmin’s gang sneer at me and back off as I stand up yet again.  My vision is fuzzy and warm blood is trickling down my face from a cut on my cheek.  I touch my face to my split lip, my hand coming away stained red.

I spit on the ground. “Songmin, seems like you don’t know how to fight.  All these guys are just doing it for you.” I turn to Songmin, who steps closer to me.  He is small, not a lot of muscle.  I’m pretty beat up, but I think that I can take him one-on-one.

He sticks his face close to mine and puts his hand on my shoulder. “You look pretty bad, maybe you should call it a day?” He steps back and grins. “Wanna go? Last man standing?”

I spit again, and soll my shoulders. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

Without hesitating, Songmin reaches out to punch me in the gut.  I twist out of the way, but his legs connect with mine, sending me sprawling to the ground.  I roll out of the way as another of Songmin’s kicks comes my way.  

Staggering to my feet, I feel my knees begin to buckle. I don’t think I can last much longer.  All I have to go is win.

Songmin turns to me and sneers. “Why are you still fighting me? I’m the better man here.  What do you have to gain?”

I begin to laugh, and my lungs feel like they’re on fire.  I stand straight, my everything burning and in pain. “What do I have to gain?” I say.  “I’m fighting for [y/n].”


Part 4 (Final)





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Crushing On My Manager (Xiumin)~ [Part 1]


Breathe in…breathe out…I told myself as I stood in front of EXO’s practice room. This is the first time this has happened. They saw my potential and took the chance.

My knuckle pounded on the door thrice before it opened. My nervousness grew tenfold.

“Who might you be?” I recognized the leader, Suho.

“Hello, I’m your new manager?” I answered, my nervousness making my statement sound like a question.

“Oh…come in, come in. The members are just taking a 10 minute break.” he explained, leading me into the room. Half of them were on the floor and the others were occupying the couch.

“Who’s she?” Beagle line looked up.

“Hello, I’m your new manager, ____. Please treat me well.” I bowed.

“A girl?!” they all asked, sitting up straight.

“I know, it’s hard to believe, but I’ll do my best to take care of all of you.” a shy smile was on my face.

“Is that even allowed?” Sehun asked Kai, who was next to him. Kai merely shrugged.

“She looks a bit young, don’t you think?"Chen questioned.

"How old are you?” Baekhyun looked at me. That question earned a smack to the back of the head from Xiumin.

“That’s rude.” the oldest chastised.

“As shocking as it is, I’m actually younger than Sehun-ssi.” I admitted. Their jaws dropped.

“No. I don’t believe it.” Sehun shook his head.

“Our new manager is our maknae?”

“No! I’m the maknae.” Sehun pouted. I giggled

“I’m glad we’re all getting along.”

“Okay boys. Back on your feet!” the choreographer announced. A collective groan rounded the room. Everyone got up and started dancing again for another hour. I took this time to go and buy them snacks from across the street. When I came back, the song was just finishing.

“Choreographer-nim, please give us a break. We’ve been at this for 6 hours.” Chanyeol whined.

“I was told not to let you guys go until 2 a.m.” the teacher crossed his arms.

“That’s in 4 hours! 20 minute break, please. We’re all tired.”  

“15 minutes. That’s it. I’m not trying to get fired.” and he walked off.

“What’s in the bag?” Kyungsoo observed me walking towards the group

“I just thought you’d all like refreshments.” I handed the bag to Suho who passed out the drinks to everyone.

“I like her already.” Sehun and Kai mused. I turned to the choreographer.

“Let them off at 12.” I told him. He sat up

“W-what? I was told not to. They need to practice.“ he argued

"No, they need to stay alive. Ten hours of nonstop, repetitive dancing with about 10 minutes of rest is not good. At this point, they will die. Let them off at 12.” I repeated with a glare. He surrendered and agreed. The members looked like they just entered heaven.

Once practice was over, they all entered the van and I got into the drivers seat.

“Have you all eaten?” I asked, starting the vehicle.

“Not in 5 hours.” Lay answered.

“Perfect.” I drove to the nearest restaurant.

“I’ll pay. Just don’t eat over your limit. You guys have to stay in shape for the concert in 2 months.” I grinned. They all chose a table and started ordering. My seat was next to Xiumin.

“Are you really younger than Sehun?” he asked. I nodded

“You must really be good at these things. Good luck tolerating some of us.” Kyungsoo cut in, giving Beagle Line and Maknae line a stare before eating his rice. I chuckled.

“Yeah. The last manager quit because of us. He said something along the lines of; ‘They’re so obnoxious!’ but that’s just a rumor probably. We’re adorable.” Baekhyun shrugged and stuffed his mouth with some vegetables.

“Anyway, thank you got getting us off and treating us.” Suho grinned

“Hey, I’m here to make sure you make it to all your schedules and stay alive at the same time.” and I, too, ate my food. Soon enough, everyone finished and like I said, I paid.

Over the next few weeks, I’ve gotten more comfortable being around them.

Thanks to Baekhyun and Chen, they’re all starting to call me 'Manager Dongsaeng’ and I’m pretty much okay with it. They know when to listen and when to fool around.

During one of the practice last week, Kyungsoo stepped wrong and twisted his ankle. I rushed him to the hospital and now, there’s a wrap around it but the doctor said it’ll heal before the concert next week. Kyungsoo was thankful and kept on repeating 'Thank you’ for two days after that. He was carefully practicing so when the concert comes, he’ll still remember the steps.

Of course, being their manager is confusing, frustrating and tiring sometimes. The fact that I can still wake up at 5 a.m is a wonder. I mean, waking them up takes an hour because they all share two bathrooms and some take longer than the other.

Their schedules are hectic, one minute we’re at a photo shoot inside and another minute we’re on our way to record, then practice, and another photo shoot outside.

Right now, they’re recording for the concert and it’s 1 a.m. They’re free in 30 minutes.

“That’s a wrap! Okay, you’re all free to go.” 30 minutes later, the people called. They all hurried out.

“Where are we eating this time, Manager Dongsaeng?” Chen asked. Over the past week, I’ve been taking them out after schedules end to eat but they can’t eat anything too much this week. I mean, the concert’s next Friday.

“I’m sorry boys. I can only let you eat a few today, and for the next 6 days. It’s either yogurt, salad or fruits.” I apologized

“Is a fruit salad, okay?” Lay asked. I grinned at his cuteness.

“Knock yourself out.” and they made me drive them to the store to pick up what they wanted.

“Baekhyun! When I said yogurt, I mean the healthy ones, not Yo-Crunch Oreo toppings. Put it back.” I pointed a finger at him. He gave a cheesy smile and placed it back.

When everything was paid for (Thanks to me…) I drove them back to the dorm.

“Stay Dongsaeng-ah. Please? Enjoy some super healthy foods with us!”

“Alright Xiumin. I’ll stay.” I gave in to EXO’s oldest hyung.

“Why can’t you call us 'oppa’?” Chanyeol asked. The members looked up nodding in agreement.

“You guys never asked.” I answered, filling my yogurt with berries.
“Please call us 'oppa’!” they all sync. I giggled.


God, she’s adorable. How did SM find such a young and talented manager? A girl no less. Since 4 weeks ago, I’ve been liking her a lot. Even wishing to have more schedules so I can see her. I know, not professional to be crushing on my 'Manager Dongsaeng’. I can tell the others are starting to take interest in her as well. Who wouldn’t?

She’s funny, knows when it’s business time and knows how to have fun without getting fired. She cares for all of the members. She’s talented. I mean I think waking up at probably 5 a.m every single day to wait an hour for us to wake up is pure talent.

She’s calm whatever the situation is. Like when Kyungsoo twisted his ankle, she wasn’t screaming her face off. She merely sent Sehun to get an ice bag while she and I helped carry him to the car.

Unlike the last manager, not one smack to the head was given since she arrived. Yeah, believe it or not, the last manager wasn’t as gentle as she was.

She’s an amazing manager and every time I think of her or see her, my heart speeds up. Like now as she’s advancing towards me.

“Hi Xiumin oppa. Um, mind if I have some blueberries?” she asked, looking up at me.

“No, I don’t mind. Take as much as you need.” I handed her the bag and she took it. Our fingertips brushed each other and something sparked. I heard a small gasp from her but she shook it off.

“Thanks.” with a grin, she returned to the sofa in the living room. I watched her leave. I never thought this could happen…but I have a major crush on my Manager Dongsaeng.

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[Part 2]