my binder from @gc2b-apparel arrived today!!! here you can see me literally crying because i’m so happy!! (p.s. sorry for the crappy bathroom background, this is the only place i could take a picture with a mirror)
“Really y/n it’s been four months are you ever going to talk to him?” y/f/n said rolling her eyes at me.
I ignored her peering through the bookshelf at thee Liam Dunbar. He was only the cutest boy in the ninth grade. The only problem was he is super popular, he hung out with a bunch of juniors, one of them being Lydia Martin a.k.a the prettiest, most popular girl in Beacon Hills. I wasn’t popular, not even in the slightest. I was the nerdy girl who boys didn’t even give a second look to.
“we’ve been over this thousands of time y/f/n Liam Dunbar is well Liam Dunbar and i’m well underqualified” I said resting my head on my hand and admiring how handsome he is.
“Liam I uh think you have a shadow.” I heard one of his junior friends say laughing.
Liam looked over at where I was standing, I quickly ducked down hoping he hadn’t seen me staring.
“sometimes I wonder about you y/n” y/f/n said collecting our books.
I was about to respond to her but the bell rang signaling free period was over. I walked to my last class of the day which was science class. I was playing all the scenarios in my head that would never be a reality. I went to my usual spot which was at the front of the class. Liam came in shortly after me. I hid my face in my science book. He took his usual seat which was at the back of the class.
“okay class today we’re going to be working in pairs for our chemical equations so everyone pick your partners quickly and we’ll get started.” Our teacher said handing out the papers with the problems on it.
I sighed. I hated partner work because I usually ended up working by myself. People didn’t necessarily like a girl who outsmarted them.
“hey uh y/n do you need a partner?”
I turned around trying to look cute.
I couldn’t believe it thee Liam Dunbar knew my name and he wanted to be my partner! Most likely it’s because i’m the smartest in the class and president of the science club but hey i’ll take what I can get!
“hello? do you need a partner?” Liam asked again laughing a little bit.
“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling a little too widely.
I was pretty impressed with myself, I talked to him and didn’t even stutter! Liam sat down and we started working on our problems. I was flying through them quickly having seen most of them before.
“wow you’re really good at this.” Liam said looking at my almost finished paper.
“oh it’s uh not that hard you just have to make sure that both sides of the equation are balanced and then you rewrite it with the balanced charges in front.” I said leaning over him and showing him on his own paper.
this was my first conversation with the boy I’ve been admiring for four months and I totally just geeked out on him. I would definitely kick myself for that one later.
“oh I get it!” Liam said doing the next problem successfully by himself.
I smiled at him finishing the problems on my paper.
“so uh y/n did you find everything you needed at the library today?” Liam said not looking up from his paper.
I could feel my face heat up. I thought I was being sly with my staring but I guess he had caught me.
“I uh yeah it was great.” I said my voice cracking a little bit.
Liam let out a little chuckle. Gosh why did he have to be so perfect. We continued to work on our paper. Every once in awhile I would look up at his perfect features, this time when I looked up he was looking at me too.
I could feel my heart race. I honestly thought it was about to beat out of my chest.
“so uh y/n you know if you want..” He started but was cut off by the bell ringing signaling the end of the school day.
The teacher called me up to his desk. I looked at Liam with apologetic eyes as I walked up to Mr. Preston’s desk.
“hey I need you to go over these scientific equations before science club tomorrow.” Mr. Preston said handing me a paper stack about a mile high.
I quickly shook my head yes, wanting nothing more than to find out what Liam was about to tell me. I turned around, but Liam was gone. I sighed, of course this would happen to me. Mr. Preston had to go to a meeting so I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts and a stack of science papers. I kept thinking about what Liam was going to ask me today. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t realize that I had lost track of time. I looked at the clock seeing that it was already 6:00 PM. I quickly flipped through the giant stack of papers. As I was working on the last one I heard a loud crash coming from the hallway. I stood up walking out into the hallway but it was empty.
“hello? Is anybody here?” I called down the empty halls.
I shrugged my shoulders before turning to walk back into the science classroom. I heard another loud crash. I quickly turned around but this time the hallway wasn’t empty. There was this tall thing covered in bones. It had blood running down the skull.
The creature stared me down slowly taking a couple steps forward. I turned on my heels sprinting down the hall. I kept looking back to see if the creature was following me and it was.
“somebody help me!” I screamed tears running down my cheeks.
I turned to look back at the bone creature when I crashed into something hard. I screamed as I fell down.
“hey y/n look at me, its okay you’re okay.”
I looked up to see Liam clutching me to his chest. If the situation weren’t so serious I would of fainted at his actions.
“Liam it was right there, it was following me.” I cried looking down the hall, but the bone creature was nowhere in sight.
“it’s okay, it’s gone now. I won’t let it hurt you.” Liam said picking me up in his arms.
He ran out of the school and to a blue jeep. He sat me down on the hood and used his thumb to wipe one of the tears falling down my cheek.
“Liam what was that thing?” I asked not being able to control how shaky I was feeling.
“I wish I could tell you, and maybe one day I can but right now I just need you to know you’re safe with me and I also need you stay here and wait for me, can you do that for me?” Liam said rubbing his hands up and down my arms.
I shook my head yes and he ran back into the school. I didn’t know what was going on but I trusted Liam. After a good couple of minutes Liam came back out with his two junior friends I believe their names are Scott and Stiles. He ran up to me pulling me into his arms.
“were going to take you home okay?” Liam said placing his hand on my cheek.
I shook my head again, not trusting my voice after everything that had just happened. Liam held me in his arms the whole ride to my house. When we got to my house he told his junior friends to go on and that he’d walk home. We walked up to my porch steps hand in hand. He sat down pulling me into his lap.
“are you okay do you want to talk about it?” Liam asked carefully looking me up and down.
“at the library today did you see me staring?” I asked laughing a little.
“yeah I did, but it was okay. do you want to know why it was okay?” Liam said brushing a piece of hair behind me ear that had fallen.
“why?” I asked my voice still shaking.
“well the truth is I’ve been loving you from afar as well."
Liam pulled me to him crashing his lips on top of mine. Suddenly I forgot about everything that happened and just lived in that moment. The boy I had loved from afar has also been loving me this entire time.
Harry stormed into the bar with a delighted looking Draco trailing after him. Ron and Hermione exchanged baffled looks as they waited for the couple to get their drinks and join them at their table. When they did so and sat further apart than usual, Hermione just raised an eyebrow at them. Harry scowled into his drink and Draco continued to smirk. “Are you going to tell us what you’re fighting about?” She asked eventually. Harry’s scowl deepened but he didn’t look up. “Yes, Potter.” Draco drawled. “Tell them why you’re mad at me.” His smirk was smug. Harry tried to smoothen out his face and sighed. He took a long sip of his drink and put it down to face his friends. “I only found out today that Draco and Blaise used to date.” The corner of his mouth dipped down again. Draco elegantly lifted a hand to press his fingers to his lips to smother his smile. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look again. “Um, okay.” Ron said. “And that makes you mad because?” He asked tentatively. Harry smacked his hands down on the table. “Because we see him all the time!” He exclaimed. “I would have liked to be aware I was in the company of my boyfriends ex all that time.” Draco had to cover his mouth with his hand. Harry cut him a vicious glance and Draco burst out laughing. “Oh, come on Harry. You two get along so well now, you probably wouldn’t have allowed it if you’d known. You’d have spent the whole time uselessly posturing and trying to be intimidating. Which would have been a waste of everyone’s time since we were never that serious. We are just friends now.” Harry continued to glare at him. “Well, fine. How does it make you feel to know that Ron and I made out once?” He said loudly. Ron’s face went white and Hermione’s mouth fell open. A furious blush covered Ron’s face. He cleared his throat and said, “You said you’d never tell anyone.” And promptly fled the table. Hermione stared in shock after him, then turned to Harry and snapped her mouth closed. “Um.” And she took off after Ron. Harry stared after them and then turned to Draco who was still smirking smugly. “What?” Harry asked grudgingly. “You did not make out with Weasley.” Draco drawled, grinning. “You know what?” Harry huffed. “I’m done tonight. I’m going home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Harry said and got up and walked out. Draco tried to stop smiling as he followed Harry out. He grabbed his hand when he caught up to him and Harry spun around. “Harry.” He started softly. He saw Harry’s frown grudgingly soften and put his arms around Harry’s waist. He was gratified when Harry out his hands on Draco’s hips. “I didn’t tell you because I completely forgot about it. It didn’t matter, nothing before this mattered.” Harry looked at him for a long moment before sighing loudly. “Fine.” Draco smiled brilliantly and the corners of Harry’s mouth tilted up before he frowned again. “How’d you know about Ron?” Draco smirked at Harry before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Because if it was true you’d never have told me.” He let his lips brush over Harry’s neck as he continued. “Because I know how well you kiss. And I never would have believed he’d let you go after one.” He pulled back to see Harry’s eyes glittering with amusement. “So, naturally everything he did would be trying to get you. So I’d have to be insanely jealous and protective. And that just sounds unbearable for all of us, honestly.” He smirked when Harry’s laugh washed over him. “You’re insane.” Harry told him fondly. “You love me anyway. You know,” he said seriously. “Weasley is a really good friend.” Harry started laughing again, and Draco just enjoyed the sound.
@waterspriite inspired by waterspriites adorable drawing of an annoyed Harry and cheeky Draco!
“Babe can you please hurry up?” Justin whined. I rolled my eyes. “You take just as long, if not longer when you shop, so why do I have to hurry?” I said raising an eyebrow at him. “Y/N we’ve been here for hours!” He complained. I looked at my phone. “It’s only been half an hour Justin!” I said laughing. “Really? Because it feels like 5 hours.” He said as he started to look through a rack of clothes. I went back to what I was doing. I had been looking for an outfit to wear to my birthday party and Justin was being extra needy today.
“What about this?” He said holding up the ugliest big bird looking dress I had ever seen. “How about no?” I commented. He began to laugh. “Maybe if you took this serious we would be done quicker and we could go get food.” I said making his face light up. “Okay okay I’ll be right back.” He said walking away to a different set of racks. About 20 minutes went by and I still hadn’t seen or heard from him and I got worried. “Justin? Baby? Where are you?” I called out. Just then he walked over to me with a gorgeous floral romper. “Oh my god yes!” I said smiling and running over to him. “I know what my baby likes.” He said pleased with himself.
Shawn had a few days off and we decided to spend them in Toronto. We basically just hung out in his condo, which I’m not gonna complain about because we barely get any time alone. But today, Shawn was acting a bit suspicious, like he knew something that I didn’t. I could tell because when I asked him what we were gonna do today, he said “I don’t know” with a weird grin on his face. I let it go but it was on the back of my mind all day. What was this kid gonna do?
Around 7:00 PM, we were eating takeout while watching a movie. When I finished eating, Shawn turned off the TV and turned to me. “Okay, go get ready. I’m taking you out tonight.” He said with a smirk. I knew it.
“Where are we going?” I asked with a smile plastered on my face.
“It’s a surprise.” Shawn said, kissing my cheek. I just nodded and ran upstairs to our room. I hopped in the shower while making all of the possible scenarios in my head. I had absolutely no idea where he could possibly be taking me. I got out of the shower and started getting ready. It’s a good thing I did my hair earlier today just because I was bored. I decided to wear a black dress with some red heels. I didn’t know if I should dress casual or not. I did my make up, let my hair flow free and went down the stairs. Shawn had already taken a shower so all he did was change his clothes. He was wearing black jeans and a dark blue buttoned up shirt.
“Is this okay? I don’t know what to wear since I don’t know where we’re going.” I told him, self-consciously pulling on my dress. He stood up from the couch and walked over to me.
“It’s perfect. You look beautiful.” He told me while pecking my lips. “Let’s go then, gorgeous.” He said while grabbing my hand and walking out of the apartment.
We were in his car for about 15 minutes. He parked somewhere and got out of the car, running over to my side to open the door for me. I thanked him for the gesture. I still had no idea where we were. We walked up to a venue.
“Wait, are we going to a concert?” I asked Shawn curiously. Shawn just smiled and nodded.
“Whose concert? I’m so confused.” I told him. He pointed up at the marquee that said ‘Harry Styles’. My hands flew to my face.
“NO! This is not real. You’re joking right?” I told him jumping around and basically screaming.
“I hear you singing along to his album all of the time. How could I not do this for you?” Shawn said while intertwining our fingers.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I said while giving him small pecks on his cheeks, making him chuckle.
“Shall we go in?” He asked, I nodded, suddenly feeling very excited. I’ve never had the chance to see Harry Styles perform live, not even when he was in One Direction. I’ve only seen Niall perform because well, him and Shawn were now friends, which is absolutely crazy to think about.
By the time we got to the venue, everyone was already inside. The opening act MUNA had already played and they were all waiting for Harry. I was giddy and ready for him to come out and perform. From what I’ve seen in videos, he’s a really good performer. Shawn just chuckled at my excitement. Suddenly the lights turned off and everyone started screaming their heads off, myself included.
“Oh, tell me something I don’t already know.” Harry sang, making everyone scream louder. “Oh, tell me something I don’t already know.” He sang again. The curtain that was draped in front of him dropped and there he was, Harry Styles, in the flesh. I freaked out, my inner 12 year old was going crazy. I started cheering and jumping, making Shawn laugh. Harry continued to sing Ever Since New York and I sang the lyrics back to him. This is way cooler than singing back the lyrics to the radio while sitting in traffic.
“Hello, Toronto. I’m Harry, I’m from England and I’m really happy to be here” Harry said to the crowd. I shrieked and turned to Shawn.
“Ah! He’s so cute! Listen to his accent.” I told him, making him pout.
“Now I’m starting to regret bringing you here. You’re falling in love with another man, right in front of my eyes.” He said while wrapping his arms around my waist and chuckling. I shook my head at his silliness.
“It’s a platonic crush, it means nothing. You are my one and only.” I told him while turning my head to kiss his cheek. Harry carried on with the concert and I sang along to every single song. Shawn even started recording my reactions for his insta story. I’d laugh at that later. As the concert came to an end, Harry said “Thank you so much for being here today. I love you all very much.” and with that he walked off the stage. The lights turned on and everyone started to exit the venue. I few people recognized Shawn and asked for a picture, which I had no problem with taking. After that amazing show, I was in a good mood.
As the crowd dispersed, I started walking to the exit.
“Where are you going?” Shawn asked, not moving from his spot.
“To the car. Where else?” I answered.
“Oh okay. Then, I’ll go meet Harry and you can wait in the car. Sound good?” Shawn said with a smirk. I stopped right in my tracks and turned around to look at him, jaw dropped.
“We get to MEET him?” I asked as I walked back to him, he nodded.
“Oh God. What will I say? I hope I don’t freeze. I don’t wanna look like an idiot.” I rambled, making Shawn laugh.
“You’ll be fine, love.” He said while kissing my head and leading me to where I assume the entrance to backstage was. I was feeling so nervous. I had no time to process what was going on. We got to a door with two security guards. Shawn got out two special passes from his pocket and the guards let us right through, one of them leading us to what I think was Harry’s dressing room. He knocked on the door and I felt like I was going to faint. Seconds later, Harry opens the door with a smile.
“Come in. Come in.” He says as he gestures for us to enter the room.
“Shawn, mate. So good to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Harry told Shawn while pulling him in for a hug.
“Likewise.” Shawn answered, returning the hug.
“And who is this beautiful woman?” Harry asked, turning to me. I blushed but surprisingly kept my composure.
“I’m Y/N. Shawn’s girlfriend.” I said with a smile on my face, turning to look at Shawn.
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you.” Harry said pulling me in for a hug. We talked for a little while, took some pictures and then we left. As we walked out of the dressing room and said our goodbyes, we exchanged numbers and said we would catch up whenever he’s back in Toronto or we’re all in LA. Shawn and I walked to the car and I had a permanent smile on my face.
“So, how did it feel to meet your celebrity crush?” Shawn asked while intertwining our fingers.
“It was honestly amazing. The show was so good. And he was so nice, wasn’t he?” I proceeded to talk about how much I loved the show while we drove home. Shawn’s hand resting on my thigh while I expressed my love for Harry’s song Kiwi. I looked down at my phone and saw that I had a twitter notification.
‘@Harry_Styles has followed you back!’
I shrieked, startling Shawn.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Harry followed me on twitter. Sorry for scaring you.” I told him while grabbing his hand and kissing it. He chuckled.
“You’re lucky I love you.” He said while intertwining our fingers once again.
“Yeah, I’m lucky you love me too.” I said while looking at him. Man, I was the luckiest girl ever. Shawn was so loving and supportive of everything I did, I could never thank him enough for that. This night will always hold a special place in my heart. And little did I know that this day was going to be the start of it all.
Warnings: Some light mentions of smut, nothing too vulgar
“I swear to god, Min Yoongi!” You sighed in frustration as the sound of ringing filled your ear. You should’ve known he wouldn’t pick up his phone before one P.M during his vacation days.
What the hell? Yoongi thought to himself as the shrill of his ringtone woke him up. Today was his day off, so it most likely wasn’t Bighit, nor any of his hyungs considering they, too, were probably still asleep.
Yoongi grunted before reaching his hand out and blindly feeling for his cellphone on the nightstand beside him. After finding it, he put it to his ear and regretted ever answering.
Your voice was the first thing he was met with, and although normally he’d be thrilled over that, this time was different considering you were screaming “MIN YOONGI!” in his ear. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was you on the other end he probably would’ve hung up and went back to sleep.
“Well, good morning to you too, Jagi.” He said sarcastically.
“I need you to bring something over here, Yoongi.” You said, ignoring his little remark.
“That’s ‘Yoongi oppa’ to you.” Yoongi replied and although he couldn’t see you, he knew that your eyes were probably all the way back in your head.
He was right.
“Okay Yoongi oppa,” you said with a very obvious hint of annoyance in your voice. “Will you please bring me my textbooks and notebooks that I left at the motel?”
You and Yoongi had stayed in a cheap motel last night after finding out that your roommate would be bringing over her boyfriend for the night, and you two most definitely did not want to see what they had planned to do for the night. You would’ve stayed at Yoongi’s dorm, but considering you two had also wanted some privacy, you two stayed at the nearest motel you could find. Your textbooks and notebooks were with you because Yoongi had promised to help you study for an exam you had later today, which ended up turning into, um, something else. Something that involved a lot of, well, touching.
“Are you crazy? No way I’m getting up this early.” Yoongi said.
You pinched the bridge of your nose before letting another sigh of frustration. How you dealt with your boyfriend’s stubbornness, you’d never know.
“It’s eleven A.M! It’s not even that early!”
“It is to me.” He snarked back. “I’m surprised you even managed to get up this morning yourself. Especially after last night.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Has anyone asked you why you’re walking funny today?”
You scoffed. “You wish you could do me that hard. I’m walking perfectly fine.”
“Are you kidding me? You were saying something different last night.”
You had to fight back the urge to hang up in his face, because frankly, you needed those books.
“Okay, I have a proposition,” You started, “if you bring me my books, I’ll let you show me just how good you can make me feel. Tonight.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows at your proposition. Even though he knew that you were only challenging him, he still liked the sound of what you were saying.
“You really know how to make a man bend at your will, huh?” Yoongi said, and you smiled in satisfaction. “Be there in thirty minutes.”
After what Yoongi had said would be thirty minutes eventually ended up becoming an hour, he finally managed to find your college building and upon entering it, he swore that he would never enter a college ever again. Thank God for cyber universities.
Yoongi took out his phone and texted you to come and pick up your books before placing his phone back in the pocket of his jeans-the ones he had worn yesterday- and stood there silently waiting for you to make your way over to him.
Getting to Yoongi was more difficult than you had expected, considering the halls were filled with the hustle and bustle of students making their way to classes. But after finally making it down the crowded stairs and through the crowd of students, you couldn’t help but stand and stare at Yoongi, who was standing in front of the front doors. You were so used to seeing him as a giant considering your petite frame, but seeing him with your books, rocking back and forth on his feet, and looking around at all the people walking by, you couldn’t help but smile at how tiny he looked. Oh, how you wished he could attend university with you, but you knew how difficult it would be for him, being an idol and all.
“Yoongi!” You called out his name, and you swore his head almost fell off at how fast he snapped his neck to look at you. You waved at him and he returned your wave with his signature gummy smile that you loved so much.
He walked over to you and you walked to meet him halfway.
“Thank you, baby.” You said, wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug in thanks.
“You’re welcome, but don’t expect me to ever do something like this again, you brat”
You laughed at Yoongi’s words. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Oh,” he said after pulling away from your hug and leaning down to whisper in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “don’t think I forgot about our little deal. This time, you really won’t be able to walk right tomorrow.”
A/N: So that was my first fanfic!! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I decided to post a Yoongi oneshot in honor of it being Yoongi day, so happy birthday to Yoongi! Also, it might not be the best, but I am still trying to improve on my writing as much as I can. Feedback is always welcome! (P.S I also do requests for those of you interested)
Daryl Dixon x Reader - Take your time (SMUT) (Request)
Anon:- Hey, was wondering if you could please do a daryl and reader. daryl’s a virgin and has mega crush on reader & reader has mega crush on daryl. she takes her chances with him for him to panic as its actually happening but he cums prematurely & get crazy nervous cuz there clothes aren’t even off & when reader starts striping him of his jeans & pants he just lets her as he’s to scared to tell her & freezes up & when she notices she stops & asks if he’s okay & he just gives reader puppy eyes <3<3<3
WARNING: SMUT AND FLUFF (and virgin Daryl ♥)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS.
With your new perspective in the flirting game, how will you grow closer with Jughead? Betty and Veronica decide to intervene in a dangerous way.
Words: 1, 378 (sorry it’s a bit long!)
Warnings: swearing, angst
You guys all voiced you wanted part three of (what is planned to be) ten tonight, so here it is! Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post my first requested fic and part four, but please don’t be super disappointed if I don’t get part four up tomorrow. Alright, please enjoy, I love you guys. :) <3 - Juggie xx
When you woke up that Wednesday morning your whole body already seemed to be shaking with nerves. Breaking apart from your usual routine of putting on some jeans and a t-shirt you were going to stun the boy of your dreams with a cute, form-fitting dress.
Knowing you’d want to chicken out you had texted Betty the night before, who agreed to dress up a little so you wouldn’t feel so out of place. You woke up early, leaving yourself time to do some smokey eye makeup, perfect your eyeliner, and topped off the look with your signature pair of high top chucks. You’d soon realize none of that could prepare you for how things would go down today.
You were at your locker, playing with your hair and waiting for Jughead. Since you had first period together he would walk you every morning. “(Y/N)?”
You turned and smiled at him, your heart faltering a little at his confused face. ‘Hey Juggie! Like my new look?’ “Hey Jug.”
He smiled back at you, “Is something going on today? You’re all dolled up.”
'Do you like it? I did it for you.’ “Um, no. No, I just wanted, Betty and I decided to both look nicer today, just because.”
He looked you up and down, “Oh, okay then. Just seems a bit odd for you.”
You both began to walk towards your English class, and you felt yourself begin to panic. 'Do you think I’m incapable of being pretty?’ “What do you mean?”
“Well this seems more like a Veronica thing, you usually don’t go out of your way for your style.”
He turned his face to look at you, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s just different.”
“It’s fine Jug, I get it.” Does he think she’s prettier?
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, not wanting to examine more and make the conversation more awkward. During English you kept to yourself, not bothering to try flirting with the boy who wounded your spirits this morning.
By lunch you had enough time to recover from the morning’s talk and sat next to Jughead at the gang’s table outside. You were the only two to show up so far, so you decided it was the perfect time to begin phase two: the touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention from his laptop, but that had failed as he kept typing away anyways. You continued on despite his reaction, “How’s it coming?”
He didn’t answer, just kept typing out his thoughts. You removed your hand suddenly feeling very insecure for the billionth time today, maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered right now. You saw Archie, Veronica and Betty making their way over until they finally sat with you, saving you from this awkward encounter. Archie smiled showing his perfect pearly whites, “What’s up guys?”
Jughead immediately looked up and smiled at his best friend, “Nothing much. How was the music lesson with your new teacher?”
Oh. You felt your confidence take another blow, and you couldn’t stop your face from showing your emotions of rejection and hurt. Betty immediately took notice and texted you under the table.
From B: What’s wrong? :(
To B: Jughead has been acting odd, and just now he’s started ignoring me.
From B: Maybe it’s the outfit, maybe it’s making him notice you differently?
To B: The only thing he’s noticed is that it’d look better on Ronnie.
Betty shot you a confused look and you tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. Today has been a disaster. Veronica spoke up, taking the group’s attention away from their previous conversation, “Hey, secrets don’t make friends.” She smiled at Betty.
Betty quickly retorted, “Good thing we aren’t sharing secrets.”
Archie rose an eyebrow, “Are you alright (Y/N)?”
You thanked every power you could think of because Betty had given you enough time to recover. “Yes, why? Do I have something in my eye?”
“No, just worried.”
Veronica smirked, obviously up to no good. “So (Y/N), last chance to decide if you want to be a Vixen, are you coming after school today?”
Is that what you needed? Would that be how you would catch Jughead’s eye like Veronica had? You smiled brightly at her, your answer shocking the others. “Sure, why not?”
He didn’t ignore you this time. Jug turned to face you, “What made you change your mind?”
You dared to face him, even though it still stung. “I don’t know, it might be fun.”
The others had continued on with other topics but he whispered to you, “Why are you suddenly changing so much? Why are you trying to be like them?”
Gathering your courage, you managed to make your voice unwavering. “I’m not trying to be like anyone Jug, I’m trying to do nice things for myself.”
He scoffed, “Bullshit.”
“Why is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to look nice? That I want to be a Vixen?”
“Because I’ve been best friends with you for as long as I can remember, and the (Y/N) I know would much rather spend their Friday nights wearing sweats and watching movies over getting dolled up for a football game and cheering for meat-head jocks who look at you and see only a score and not a person.”
You blood was boiling, “Well people change Jughead, I’m sorry.” You stood up and stormed away, not being able to handle the conversation any longer. Ronnie was right, he had an exquisite way with words, and just then his words really cut into your heart. Why were you two butting heads so much today? The chemistry between the two of you and standing firm through your friendship was so natural, but right now you couldn’t bear to look at him.
You headed to the student lounge to find Kevin, who must have gotten a text from B or V as he immediately stood up and opened up his arms to give you a hug. You ran into his arms and cried, goddamn Jug can be so frustrating.
Kevin stroked your hair, “Calm down (Y/N). Everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. You and your moody loverboy will be okay.”
You pulled away from his chest for a second, “Kev?”
At the Vixens practice you explained to Betty and Veronica what all had happened today, and they shared their apologies and encouraging words. You couldn’t shake away the dark cloud that seemed to follow you; you couldn’t stand Jug being mad at you. Taking heed to his words from lunch, you decided not to join the cheer leading squad. And you went home, and cried and cried, and took off the cursed dress that seemed to trigger your misfortune.
Betty and Veronica had different plans for after practice.
They would conspire and concoct a scheme so wild yet so logical that it would have to get you and Jughead together. Was it morally right? That didn’t matter. Could it backfire? Hell yes. But would they do it if they thought it would push you to admit your feelings? Would they flirt with the boy you loved if they thought it would lead you to confessing to him?
From Juggie: Hey, please don’t be mad at me (Y/N). I’m sorry I freaked out earlier, I’m not good at adjusting to change. If you want to be a Vixen, do it.
To Juggie: I’m not going to be a Vixen.
From Juggie: Thank god, I was going to throw a fit if your cheer leading got in the way of our movie nights.
To Juggie: Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow? I just got La La Land :)
From Juggie: Sure, but don’t think this means I am suddenly a huge fan of musicals. We are watching Rebel Without A Cause the next time. :P
From Juggie: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” - John F. Kennedy. Good night (Y/N).
To Juggie: Good night Jug
Unsent: You really hurt me today..
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by: mldrgrl Rated: PG-13 (language) Summary: Stella has a visitor as she prepares for the big event
The guesthouse was different than the last time Stella had been there. Hank had told her that Karen had the tendency to redecorate on a whim, but there didn’t seem to be one item, bed included, that was the same as before. There had been a blue and white beach theme before and now there was a distinctly Moroccan theme happening - an explosion of jewel tones and silk.
“I’m afraid slash hoping a harem of belly dancers will pop out of the bathroom later and perform the dance of the seven veils,” Hank said, once Karen had left them alone.
“You only need Salome for that,” Stella answered. “Not a harem.”
“Salome can stay home. I need my head.” He sat down on top of the bright turquoise comforter on the bed and gave the fluffy bedclothes a few punches.
“You need to get your things and go back to the big house.”
Prompt: “I accidentally called you my boyfriend today”
Characters: Stiles x Reader
Prompt from THIS list. Feel free to send one in :)
Stiles was looking for you. He had a couple of your friends come up to him and tell him to take care of you. He was confused as to what they meant, were you hurt or something? He wanted some answers. Seeing you sitting outside under your usually tree he went and sat down in front of you. “Hey are you alright?” he asked looking you over.
“Ummm, yes? Why?” you weren’t sure why he would be wondering that.
“A couple of your friends have come up to me today and told me to ‘take care of you’. I thought you might be hurt or something.” he had a look of concern on his face.
“Oh, no” your face started turning red as you put your face in your hands.
“Woah, what?” he tried to get you to look at him “whats wrong?”
Shyly looking up at him you started to explain “umm, I may or may not have…ugh.I accidental called you my boyfriend today.” You said it quickly while avoiding eye contact.
“You what?” He sounded surprised but amused.
You quickly tried to explain yourself “Okay, so my friend thought that because we always hang out you were my boyfriend, and I tried to say that you were my Boy. Friend. Ya know, like two words, but it just sounded like boyfriend, one word… and now she thinks we are dating, I’m sorry!” You said while wanted to curl up in a ball.
Taking a glance at him you saw him start smiling and trying not to laugh. “Don’t laugh at me Stiles!” you said while hitting him in the shoulder.
“I’m sorry, that’s just really funny. But-” his face suddenly turned serious. Getting nervous you looked away from him, only for him to gently grab your chin and make you look at him. “Maybe I could actually be your boyfriend, you know, like one word.” he said with a light smile.
You weren’t sure what to say, did he seriously just ask you out? I mean, you had been crushing on him for a while but, you didn’t think he felt the same. Deciding to just go for it, you said a simple “okay” while his smile grew and he moved closer to you to sit against the tree with you.
He adjusted his bow for the millionth time, cursing this need for “propriety”. It may have been a special day and all, but damn was this tux uncomfortable.
’She thinks you look good in them, though,’ he reminded himself, begrudgingly.
He brought his hands up, nearly ruffling his hair - an old habit whenever he found himself even remotely uncomfortable - before he remembered that even his hair had been gelled and set in place.
He looked back at his reflection in the mirror and saw his vibrant, spiky untamable hair. Tamed.
With a sigh, he chose instead to adjust his too-tight collar, suddenly deeply missing the scarf that was usually there in its place, currently tucked inside his shirt.
He was uncomfortable, and not just because of what he was wearing. He hadn’t told anyone, but this was a day he wasn’t really looking forward to. He hadn’t since the date had been decided.
Heck, even before then.
He could see it. The decorated chapel, full of their friends and family, all brimming with joy for the couple, little flower girl Wendy, Makarov the semi-drunk Minister, the music, the food…
Oh and Lucy. Joyful, grinning, in all-white and just beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. Even more so that usual.
The thought created a powerful pang in his chest, one that nearly had him gasping.
His thoughts were a mess, full of fear and doubt and a smidgen of hope, and it was smothering him. They had been doing so for days now and it only seemed to rise in a crushing crescendo now that they were at the day of the wedding. It got to a point where he allowed his hands to ruffle his hair, a growl leaving him as he did.
He was supposed to be happy. This was supposed to be their happy day.
Then why was he feeling like this?
‘The answer is obvious, idiot,’ he told himself. ‘Now will you do something about it or not?’
Steeling his resolve, he looked up into his reflection and nodded to himself. He was going to do this.
Next thing you know, he was running down the hall towards the bride’s rooms.
“Lucy!” he exclaimed, barging into her room. Or, at least what he thought was her room, he couldn’t see her through the many women currently occupying it, all of whom were currently staring at him.
“Natsu?” Erza gasped. “What’re you - ”
“I really need to speak with Lucy,” he urged loudly, drowning the part of him begging him to stop, that this was somehow a bad idea.
“But Natsu, I - ”
“Let him, Erza.”
Her voice taking his side was everything he needed to hear.
Erza nodded, ushering the all the other women out of the room. Natsu watched as they left, revealing her seated before a huge dressing table. The reflection the giant mirror displayed blew every thought he was having straight out of his head.
She. Was. Gorgeous.
No, more than that. She was a vision. Her white dress hugged her perfectly, and with her hair pulled up in a wonderfully messy bun, her shoulders and slender neck were on show, decorated only with intricate lace.
But more than any of that, it was the sight of her eyes, her smile - she was practically glowing with joy, and Natsu nearly gave up then and there.
“Isn’t it inauspicious for you to be here, though?” she asked, reminding him what he had come for.
“I think that rule applies to the groom, not the groomsmen,” he replied, still quite unable to take his eyes off her.
He wondered if he imagined the way her back stiffened.
I finally got to meet one of my absolute fave human beings in the entire world and he was the sweetest and most beautiful sunshine ever
I honestly love this man more than anything and to finally meet him irl was just unbelievably emotional, I don’t think it’s completely sunk in yet
(please excuse my face and my hair, i was NOT prepared for meeting the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth today so I look like a complete mess, but that’s okay because I have finally met Gregor and I couldn’t be happier)
Request: Anon: “Can you do a one shot where reader and Bucky can’t get along one day while they are arguing Bucky realizes he actually likes her and starts to act weird and the reader confronts him about his acts then fluff pls :3”
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: lil bit of arguing, lil bit of fluff
A/N: I hope you like this anon :)
“Shut the fuck up already.” Bucky snarled as he poured cereal into his bowel.
“I’m not gonna shut up, your words insulted me.” Y/N replied dramatically as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Yeah well your face insults me on a daily basis so tough luck.” he gives her a tight smile, pouring milk into the bowel before grabbing a spoon.
“Did you just - imply that I’m ugly?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at Bucky and he nearly choked on his cereal.
“No!” he exclaimed. Bucky cleared his throat after the immediate outburst before calmly saying, “I mean, that’s not what I was implying at all I was just-”
“Then what were you implying, Bucky?” Y/N flick her eyebrow up as she challenged him.
“Nothing I was just - It was a-” Bucky was flustered. He didn’t know how to continue this without confessing that he liked her. A lot.
The only reason he continued to argue with her was because she was cute when she was mad or annoyed. Also because he felt that, that was the only attention she’d ever give him. He thought of himself as nothing special, so why would an amazingly gorgeous girl like Y/N like him? The question haunts his dreams.
“What? Suddenly you can’t talk?” Y/N eggs on.
Bucky looks down at his bowel before abruptly standing up. “I gotta go.”
Before Y/N could even get a word out, Bucky was gone.
The whole day he was quiet. Whenever he’d pass Y/N he’d give her a smile and whenever she threw an insult at him, he took it.
Y/N was confused as to why he was acting so weird. She wasn’t one to really care about her looks. Hell, she’d show up to Tony’s parties in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants if Tony didn’t force her to wear the dresses he bought her for the occasions.
With one final thought, she made her way over to Bucky’s room, determined to figure out what was going on.
Bucky laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as the events of that morning swarmed his head. He almost ruined everything. Maybe he did? He was stumbling over his words a lot.
“I’m such an idiot oh god.” he groaned, throwing a pillow on his face.
A knock on the door forced Bucky to get up from his bed. It was probably Steve wondering where he had been all day due to the fact that he missed training earlier.
He pulled the door open, ready to apologize to him but was shocked to see Y/N standing there.
“Oh uh, hey.” he awkwardly says.
“Can we talk?” she spoke and Bucky nods, letting her into his room. He shuts the door behind her before watching her throw herself on his bed.
She sits up by the headboard and stares at Bucky. “Sit.”
Bucky wastes no time in sitting down in front of her. “So uh, what did you want to talk about?”
He was nervous, why was he nervous? He mentally scolded himself for acting the way that he was.
“This whole day you haven’t insulted me or argued with me. What’s going on?” she questioned and he visibly gulped.
“N-Nothing’s going on I just wasn’t feeling it today.” he shrugged.
“Oh bullshit Bucky.” Y/N says. “Come on old man, tell me what’s going on. Was it because you called me ugly? Because I-”
“I didn’t call you ugly and you’re definitely not ugly.” he cuts you off as if stating the facts.
“Okay..” you trail off. “Well then can you tell me what’s going on in that old brain of yours? Oh my god do you like me?”
It was just a joke, a question that was not supposed to be taken seriously but by the look on Bucky’s face, Y/N knew.
He was blushing madly, eyes wide as if he’d just been caught in the act. He looked away quickly and you gasp.
“Oh my god.” you speak. “You like me, don’t you?”
He doesn’t say a word.
“Holy shit you do.” you continue. “James Buchanan Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier likes little ol’ me.”
“Shut up.” he groaned, glaring at her.
“And he’s blushing!” she claps her hands together. “I never thought the day would come where I’d see Bucky Barnes blush, let alone because of me.”
“Oh my god.” Bucky hid his face in his hands. “Can you be more annoying?”
You let out a laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to take this moment in.” you say. “Bucky Barnes likes me.”
“Okay, okay you know now can you please leave me alone to soak in my embarrassment?” he groaned.
“Yeah.” Y/N laughs. “After you accept my date proposal.”
Bucky looks up at her quickly. Did he here her correctly? “What?”
“I want to take you out on a date because, Sergeant Barnes, I also happen to like you.” Y/N smiled at Bucky could feel his hearts doing flips.
“Yeah.” Bucky nods. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Great.” Y/N smiled again as she stood up from the bed. “Come pick me up at my room around eight tomorrow night.”
Bucky chuckled as she opened the door. “Will do.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” she pokes her head back into the room. “Let’s keep insulting each other. It can be a couple thing we do.”
Bucky laughs. “Alright. You should go though, that face needs to be prepped early if you want to look good enough for our date tomorrow.”
“There’s my man.” Y/N grins before walking out, leaving Bucky to act like a school girl.
A/N: It wasn’t entirely what was asked but I like it and I hope you do as well :)
As promised, Peter came over Sunday afternoon to help you with your homework. He said it’ll be quicker with him there, but whenever you two study together it always takes you an hour more to get things done. But then again who were you to complain about spending time with your best friend.
“Are we done yet?” Peter said poking your side. “Almost!” you said not taking your eyes away from my paper. “You said that 15 minutes ago, it’s nearly 4, how are we going to get anything done today?” “I promise we’ll be out doing whatever you have planned in a few minutes, I just need to write this last theorem down.” “Okay, whatever. You’re no fun.”
You finished the last few sentences of your homework and you turned over to Peter who was already on his feet walking around your room in circles. “Parker, let’s go” “Finally.” Peter said with an annoyed tone in his voice. you slapped his arm for that and he gasped in defense. “What was that for?” “That was for you whining, my presence should be compensation enough for the time you spent waiting on me doing homework.” you said laughing. “Wow, you are your father’s daughter.” “Mhmm”
As you were exiting the building, you were starting to get curious as to what Peter’s idea of an adventure really was and what he was getting you into. “So what are we doing today?” “It’s a secret…” Peter looked so proud about his secret plans that it intrigued you even more. “Can you at least give me a clue?” You instantly felt like a kid who wanted to know what their parents got them for Christmas. “Nope. I promise we’ll have a good time though.” “Okay, whatever, just don’t get me killed.”
You both started walking through the streets of New York which felt pretty aimless, but then Peter stopped and it took you a second to stop walking and come back to him.“We’re here!” Peter said pointing to the old and abandoned looking building to our right. “What do you mean we’re here?” “You’ll see!” Peter grabbed a hold of your wrist and dragged you into the building. “This is it. We’re going to die.” You said to yourself.
Peter’s hands moved down from your wrist and into your hands. Peter’s hand holding yours just felt so natural. The way he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand to comfort you when you squeeze his hand tighter. All these little things just drove you insane. You wanted to be able to hold Peter’s hand like this not just as a friend anymore. You wanted something more but you were scared of jeopardizing your friendship with Peter. You were scared of losing him altogether if you told him about how you actually felt.
You snapped back into reality when Peter opened a door for you. It was dark but you were also suddenly surrounded by neon strobe lights and blaring 80’s music. “Peter where the fuck are we?” “We’re at an 80’s themed roller skating rink!!” “Oh my god” “C’mon I have our roller skates reserved and everything.” Once you got your skates on, Peter dragged you onto the rink and started dancing. You couldn’t help but laugh at how dorky he was.
“Y/N start moving those hips! We came here to dance and to skate and right now you’re doing neither.” Peter started pulling you around but you held onto the side rail for dear life. “No Pete-” “Come on!” “Peter I can’t skate I’ll trip” “No you won’t, you have me” “Okay… but if I fall it’s your fault” “Of course it will be”
Peter was skating backwards and he was pulling me forward. I was clinging on to his arms like my life depended on him. “Who would’ve thought roller skates would ever slow you down?” Peter asked trying to spin me around and ultimately failing. “Uhh I don’t know. I can still beat you up anytime as long as I don’t have these skates on my feet.” “Mhmm, I know you can, but you’re poor dance skills and lack of balance will be your downfall” “Tell me about it”
You thought you were getting the hang of it and you started to dance a little bit, and you started to loosen your grip on Peter’s arm. You finally got enough courage to let go of Peter and you were surprisingly okay. You were getting ahead of him and you stopped a few times to see if he was behind you. All he had to say was “Don’t wait up for me if you’re enjoying yourself”. You’re moving forward and you started getting faster when all of a sudden you tripped over your own legs and you fell face first to the ground.
“Y/N! Are you okay??” “I’m fine, I’ve been through worse” you just laughed your pain off. Peter ran to your side and immediately got you out of the rink. You didn’t really hit your head on the ground but you arm did suffer. You looked at your arm and it had been scraped and it was already starting to bruise.
“Oh my god, this is my fault Y/N.” “Pete-” “No, I knew you didn’t like skating and I still forced you” “Peter…” “And now you’re hurt because of me, oh my god what is your father going to say.” “Peter!” You were now holding his face and making him look at you. “I’m really okay, Peter. I just fell and got scratched up. Now I have souvenir from today.” you said pointing at your arm. “”Did you really enjoy?” “I did, anything we do together I’m for sure going to enjoy.” you said smiling at him reassuringly.
“Okay but I have one more surprise…” “Another secret plan? I thought this was the main event” ‘Yeah but we were going to do it anyway but now it’s more of a making it up to my best friend for almost killing her surprise.”