before i even looked at the date i knew

Crossed Wires (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

“Maybe something like you really like Cole but you think he likes Lili and he thinks you like KJ and he gets super jealous and idk then somehow he confesses his feelings hehe xx” –Anonymous

Imagine: Ever since being hired to work on the cast of Riverdale you’ve had more than professional feelings for your co-star, Cole Sprouse. His on-screen and potentially off-screen romance with Lili Reinhart complicates things, and you find solace in your friendship with KJ Apa. In the end, everyone’s wires get crossed.


You watched your coworkers Lili and Cole as they did the latest interview in promotion of Riverdale Season 2. The interviewers teased Lili incessantly about “Bughead” and the makeout scene from the Season 1 finale. Cole joined in on the teasing, laughing all the while. Lili blushed, embarrassed.

You leaned against the wall of the viewing gallery, arms crossed. Your eyes narrowed at the interaction.

“Whoa there, Serpent girl,” KJ joked, leaning up next to you. “Getting into your role a little too much?”

Little did the interviewers know that the girl watching from afar was going to be the newest upcoming star in Riverdale as the female South Side Serpent counterpart to Jughead, and Betty’s rival as his love interest. While you were ordered to keep mum on the part until your big reveal, your agent asked that you shadow the others as they interviewed so that you could prepare for the fame that would come with your first big acting gig.

You turned to him, grinning good-naturedly. “Just learning from the best.”

Cole put an arm around Lili and your expression soured. KJ laughed, and you glared at him, hoping the noise didn’t interrupt the recording.

“Would you like to learn from someone in particular?” KJ asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Your face reddened. Part of your preparation for the role included doing a lot of one-on-one character training with Cole to build your chemistry. Cole’s idea of “character training” was not reading lines but instead spending inordinate amounts of time together going on walks, eating out, and other discrete adventures. To make things worse, his sincere blue eyes made your heart jump a little bit more than you’d like to admit.

You knew Cole and Lili were close long before you’d met him. You knew they were “couple goals” on his Snapchat and their relationship on the show was the biggest ship on teenage-targeted television. It didn’t mean you have to like it.

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Peter Parker/Spiderman x reader 

               ⚓  PART 2   (+150 notes)  

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Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x reader

Tom Holland x reader

Draco Malfoy x reader

Sirius Black x reader

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Zach Dempsey x reader

  • “Stupid tapes” - Zach doesn’t want to tell his girlfriend about the tapes and she has enough and then Bryce Walker makes things even worse.(+450 notes)

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Stargazing and controlling mothers JugheadXCooper!Reader Oneshot

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: Does Alice Coopers existence count? 

notes: Lmao sorry for the long wait but I got hella busy and also sick. what can you do :/ anyways enjoy my PG fluff.



You stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You were supposed to be doing math homework, but the glow in the dark star stickers that you had superglued to your ceiling in 4th grade were much more interesting. So you stared at your makeshift night sky and thought about everything.

You thought about your sister Polly, and how much you missed her.
You thought about Jason Blossom’s death, and how you didn’t miss him.
And you thought about your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and how you really missed him. Your disapproving mother didn’t exactly know you were dating him, and you hadn’t been able to sneak off to see him in the past couple weeks. Everyone else knew, and you wished you could share that part of your life with your mom, but there was no way in hell she’d be okay with you dating the son of a Southside Serpent.

“(y/n)? Are you still awake?” Your sister Betty’s voice came from the other side of your door.

You tore your eyes away from the ceiling and ruffled a hand through your hair, “Yeah Betts, I’m still up. Come on in.” Your door creaked open and Betty walked in. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand next to you.
You sat up and nodded, “So, what’s up?” you asked.

Betty smiled sadly before taking a deep breath, “I’ve just been thinking about Polly lately. I mean, I know Mom won’t let us see her. And even if she did, Polly might not even be herself. But I really wish we could, I really miss her.”


You flopped back on your bed, letting out a long sigh. “Yeah I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like Mom’s trying to erase Polly, She won’t talk about her, won’t let us see her, and I hate it. I hate the whole thing. I miss her. I miss the way things used to be.”
Betty laid down next to you, the both of you staring at the star covered ceiling. You sat in silence for awhile. But after a few minutes Betty broke it with a complete subject change. “So, how’s Jughead?”

You grinned, “Good as far as I know. With your recent cheer-bellion Mom’s been cracking down on me with little errands for the newspaper. Trying to keep me busy, I think, so I don’t get any ideas about following in the scandalous footsteps of my sisters.”

Betty laughed lightly, “cheer-bellion?”
“Yeah. You know, Cheering-rebellion.”
Betty just laughed again.

_______

The next morning you woke up before your alarm and rolled out of bed, your (e/c) eyes still bleary from sleep.  
You got ready for school quickly and threw your stuff in your bag. You climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. Betty was eating an apple and studying her history textbook at the kitchen table when you walked in.

“Are you studying at seven am?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a test today?”
“No.”
“You terrify me.”
You shuddered jokingly and went to steal a sip of Betty’s orange juice, but she slapped your hand away. “Get your own (y/n)." 

You huffed as you grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter. "Nah, gotta get to school. Meeting…people.” Just as you had bit into your muffin, your mom walked in, already dressed for the day and chatting on the phone.
“Bye mo

m, I’m heading to school.” You waved before turning to walk out of the room. But Your mother’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going, Sweetie? School doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m going early to work in the library for a bit.” You lied easily. You were meeting Jughead early today because you hadn’t been able to see him (other than the short lunch period) for weeks.

You grabbed your bag, muffin in hand, and walked out the front door. You walked to the school with a dorky smile on your face. There was a definite lovestruck idiot vibe coming from you.
____

When you arrived at the school, Jughead was waiting for you at the front doors. There were very few people hanging around the building, most teenagers didn’t show up an hour early to school.

When he spotted you he smiled. “Hey–” Before he could get out a greeting, you gave him a chaste kiss. When you pulled back he had a faint blush on his face, bringing a grin to your face. “I know you have a no PDA rule, but there’s barely any people around so. I feel like it shouldn’t count.”
He smirked, “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Hey, guess who doesnt have newspaper things to do tonight!” You switched the topic to your evening of freedom from your mother’s incessant errands.
“Is it some unattainable version of you?” Jughead asked jokingly, but you sensed a tiny hint of sadness behind the teasing tone.
“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just regular me. Shocker, right?”
He grinned, “So does this mean I can actually see you tonight?”
You nodded while smiling broadly.

You and Jughead sat and chatted for about half an hour until the school was overrun with your classmates.
You stood up to head inside, “I’ll see you at lunch?” Jughead asked. You grinned and nodded in confirmation. Then you went inside and headed towards your locker.
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Later that day you opened your front door, immediately heading for your room, But before you could get even to the stairs, your mom stopped you. And she did not look happy.

“(y/n), are you dating the Jones boy?”

You froze and internally cursed. “What?” you asked, blindsided by her question.
Your mother held up Betty’s Diary and fixed you with a stern glare. Dammit. You knew she had been reading that fucking thing.
“You are aren’t you? You know how I feel about him! (y/n), I don’t think you should see him anymore.“

"I am not going to stop seeing my boyfriend just because you can’t get past who his father is!” Your temper was flaring. You crossed your arms, giving her a defiant glare.
She rubbed her temples. “(y/n), I just want what’s best for you–”
You cut her off, “No, you want what’s best for you.” Your tone was cold and clipped. 

She could control everything else, you didn’t care. You would not let her control this. Alice Cooper was not going to stop you from seeing Jughead Jones.
You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed back out the front door.
____

You showed up at the Twilight Drive, completely pissed and on the verge of tears. You knew Jughead was working that night and he was the only person you wanted to see right now.

You knocked on the door to the little projector building, tears threatening to spill from your (e/c) eyes. Jughead opened the door, looking somewhat annoyed. His face immediately softening when he saw it was you, and not some unhappy drive-in patron. You didn’t say anything and just wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your breathing was shaky and unsteady from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were experiencing. Jughead put his arms around your waist slowly.
“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jughead asked you, his voice laced with concern. You mumbled something into his shoulder, nearly impossible for him to understand.

You untangled yourself from Jughead’s arms and looked up at him. “She said she didn’t want me to see you anymore.”
Jughead sighed. “We both knew that was coming.”
“Yeah, well…it’s not like I ever had any intention of listening. She can control whatever else she likes, but not this. Not us.” You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. You didnt want to fight with your mom, didn’t want to wish she was someone else, but that’s just how it was. “Can I hang out here for a bit? I don’t really want to go home right now.”


Jugheads lips quirked up a bit at the corners and he nodded. You smiled and climbed up the chain link fence before twisting and pulling yourself onto the roof of the pink projector building. Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even he had never thought of doing that.

He followed you up and sat next to you, the movie screen illuminating the whole lot. There were a few scattered cars around, but most people didn’t see movies on weekdays.
“So, where’d you learn to do that?” Jughead asked as you leaned back, staring at the stars overhead.
You grinned.

“When I was 9, I had no friends other than Betty and Polly. This was around the time Betty had a bit of a phase about her little sister hanging around. Although, I think that was ‘cuz she didnt want me tagging along with her and Archie. And Polly had her own friends. So I was alone most of the time. So I got bored a lot and used to sneak over the fence and onto the roof here so I could watch whatever was playing without being caught. Mom wouldn’t pay for me to come here whenever anything she deemed inappropriate was playing, which was pretty much everything. So I had to get creative.”

Jughead snorted, “I guess we were both pretty adept at getting in here without being caught.” There was a trace of bitterness in his words. He got that whenever he talked about anything even remotely relating to his family.
You put your hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

Jughead shook his head slightly as the movie credits rolled in the distance. “I’m okay. I just need to go take the reel out of the projector.” He lowered himself of the roof as you watched the people in cars pack up and drive off.  You heard the chain link fence rattling as Jughead appeared back on the roof, laying down next to you.  You put your head on his chest and stared up at the night sky.
“Don’t you have to go home?” Jughead asked, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, “Probably.” But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to go home, not yet anyways.
You couldn’t say how long you and Jughead stayed like that, just watching the stars in comfortable silence. And pretty soon you fell asleep, your hands intertwined and your head still on his chest.
___

The next morning you were woken up by someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!?” you sat bolt upright and glanced around, Betty was wandering around the drive in calling your name. You almost had a heart attack when you realized it was morning.
You stood up and waved your arms to get bettys attention. “Betty! hey!” Jughead stirred at the sound of your voice, While Betty headed towards the building.

“What’s happening?” Jughead asked groggily.
“I’m going to die. That’s what’s happening.” You ran a hand through your hair and laughed ruefully. Your mother may actually kill you.

You and Jughead climbed down the fence and Betty grabbed you in a bear hug. “No one knew where you were and no one could get ahold of you! We thought you were dead! There’s a murderer running around!” Betty scolded you angrily.
You checked your phone and the screen was black, signalling it was dead.
“Oops?” You offered sheepishly.

Jughead leaned against the building and watched Betty scold you.
“Oops?! Mom is ACTUALLY going to kill you this time!” Betty grabbed your hand and tried to drag you while texting with her other hand, letting everyone know you were okay. You tugged your hand out of her grasp and walked back to where Jughead was standing.

“If this is truly my end, I love you Jughead Jones the Third.” You grinned, an overly dramatic tone in your voice. You kissed his cheek and ran back to where Betty was standing. He was frozen with shock. That was the first time either of you had said I love you.

“What?” You asked innocently.
Betty laughed lightly, even though she was still beyond angry with you. Your mom’s car pulled up and Betty leaned over to you. “Any last words?”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so terrified.
Totally Worth it.”

Stay With Me // Jay Park

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of smut.

Summary//Request: Based on Jay Park’s lyrics from his song ‘Stay With Me’. Jay thinks you deserve more than him after he’s forced to cancel spending time with you on your birthday. But, you show him that none of that matters to you - that you’ll always stay with him, no matter what.

Note; not rated M for mature, but includes some suggestive scenes.

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Adored by Him (Part 2)

A/N: So I got distracted playing Mass Effect, so I’m sorry if this seems rushed. #itried 

Warnings: Idk last time this made people cry so grab tissues.

Word Count: 1, 450

Your POV 

“Well I am, so please move…I’m sorry” 

“Y/N, wait-” 

This was the tenth time I replayed the past events in my head. I feel like I didn’t even take time to think about how Dan felt with all of this? Overwhelmed? Guilty? All I remember was leaving our home, my already red, puffy eyes flickering up to his glossy ones. I didn’t know where to go. I was too impulsive…maybe I should have just lied about what was wrong with me? No. Phil was right the best thing to do is get it off my shoulders. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I let out a big sigh and checked what it was. 

Dan: Y/N where are you?

Dan: Y/N I’m sorry. Are you okay?

Y/N: I’m fine Dan. Pls don’t tell me you’re out looking for me.

Dan:…

Y/N: Daniel

Dan: look you left, and we need to talk about this.

Y/N: Hard pass

Dan: you can’t just “hard pass” your way out of this.

Y/N: Just did.  

I closed my eyes, looking up at the beautiful London night sky. It was mostly just black, but with some stars scattered in different places lighting up the sky. I guess there’s something to calm me down. That thought quickly escaped my mind when I felt my phone vibrate again. 

Phil: Found you

Y/N: sounds like ur bout to murder me m8

Phil: Shut up, turn around. 

I sat up on the bench, and twisted around in my seat to see Phil standing a few feet away. The moment I made eye contact with him all I could see was sympathy in his eyes. I almost broke down crying again but I was already drained from the previous crying. I got up from the bench and ran towards Phil, he caught me in a warm embrace. After a few moments, we pulled away and I tried my best to give him a small smile. 

“You need to talk to Dan.” Phil said in a very stern voice. 

“Not you too.” I groaned, rolling my eyes. 

“Avoiding your problems isn’t going to do anything to help." 

"Please don’t tell me you told Dan where I was.” The second after I said that, I heard a relieved gasp from behind me. I turned around, but I was greeted with someone throwing their arms around my waist. I almost instantly knew who it was. Black coat, scruffy brown hair, and that distinct scent that emitted off of his body. Dan. I felt my throat go dry, and my heart rate increased. I started shaking my head, and pushed Dan off of me.

“My job is done. See you guys back home.” Phil laughed. I stared at him with a questioning look. Why was he LAUGHING at this?  

“Dan I told you not to-” I turned my attention back to Dan, but I was still avoiding eye contact.

“My turn to interrupt you. Let me talk.” Dan put his finger up so I would stay silent.

“Dan please. I know what you’re going to say and-” Before I could even say the rest of my sentence, Dan grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in for a warm, soft kiss. I wanted to reject it, because I knew he was taken. He was dating a beautiful, adventurous girl that I could never be compared to. But I couldn’t help myself. I melted under his touch and as cheesy, and cliché as it sounds, the kiss felt magical. He pulled away and smiled at me.

“Can I talk now?” He smirked, still holding my cheeks. I felt my face heat up, and I knew that my face was super red. I was still caught up in his kiss. I still felt his lips lingering on mine even though they weren’t even there.

“Why did you do that, Dan? You’re dating Allison.” Reality hit me, and I took his hands off my face. I stared at the ground after a realization that I’ll never be able to kiss him again.

“But I’m not.” Dan’s voice got softer, and my eyes flickered up to his. His eyes looked at me with care, and love. I felt a spark go off in my stomach, has he always looked at me like that?

“W-What do you mean?”

“I was lying when I said we got in a fight. She actually broke up with me because she knew I still loved you.”

“Wait you…what? Still?” My eyes lit up and I was staring into his wonderful eyes.

“I don’t know where to start really. The moment we met I knew you were going to be this amazing person, and I adored you almost instantly. I spent my time convincing myself I wasn’t good enough for you and that you would never have feelings for me back. So I moved on.” He shrugged his shoulders and now he was the one avoiding eye contact. 

I felt my heart sink, and I tried searching in his eyes to see if I was able to tell if he was lying or not.  

“Then I met Allison. She’s an amazing girl don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t lying when I said I thought I felt something strong with her. That’s only because I was still in denial that I still had feelings for you. Then earlier today when she broke up with me, it did hurt. I thought she was my only chance at having a long lasting relationship because I thought there were unrequited feelings between me and the person I really loved.” He grabbed my hand and stared at it for a while. He started stroking the back of my hand with his thumb and continued talking. “But I lied to you because…I don’t know actually. I felt vulnerable and pathetic." 

"Dan…” I lifted my free hand to his cheek. He leaned into my touch instantly, closing his eyes. I dropped my hand from his cheek and he looked into my eyes again. Looking…guilty? 

“But then you told me you loved me, and that me dating Allison hurt you a lot. I thought ‘damn, only I can fuck up this much.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I saw how hurt you were and I felt…well saying guilty is an understatement. So I tried to explain myself, like I’m doing right now. But you being the stubborn bugger you are, you didn’t give me a chance to speak.”  

I didn’t know what to say. I got lost in his eyes for a while. Trying to process everything he said. He loved me? Wait not loved, he LOVES me. I felt so relieved and happy, I burst into happy tears. A change from all the sad tears I spilt that night.

“Oh my god did I fuck up again? What did I say? Y/N are you okay?” Dan let go of my hand and backed away from me, scared that he hurt me again. I shook my head, laughing at his reaction. 

“Yes, I’m okay Dan. I’m beyond okay.” I opened my arms, and wrapped them around his neck. I held onto him tightly, scared that I would choke him, I loosened my grip around his neck. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, holding me close.  

“I’m sorry for everything I put you through, Y/N. I never intended to hurt you.” He nuzzled his face into my neck. The feeling of his hot breath caused shivers to go down my spine. 

“I know you didn’t Dan. I love you.” I pulled away from him, though I left my arms still wrapped around his neck. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” Dan smiled at me, his eyes flicking down to my lips then back to my eyes.

“Are you thinking of that kiss from earlier too?” I chuckled, leaning my forehead against his. 

“Maybe.” He looked into my eyes one more time before pulling me into another kiss. My hands went up to his hair, and I felt his grip tighten on my waist.

“Maybe we should get out of the cold.” I pulled away to catch my breath.

“That might be a good idea.” He laughed, pulling away from me. 

On the walk back to our flat, we laughed, telling stories of random things that happened to us over the past week. Our hands were intertwined the whole way. I knew this is where I wanted to be, I didn’t have to decide where to go because I already knew. With Dan, I was already home. I finally knew how it felt to be adored by him, and I was never going to let what we have go.

😭I Like You Okay? (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have feelings for each other it’s obvious but you guys never came out to say anything to one another. You finally built the courage to tell him but when he was in an interview earlier when he was asked about you he said you’re just a friend and weren’t his type and it kinda broke your heart. So you kinda gave him the cold shoulder but he eventually realized and ended up confirming his feelings and idk give it a sweet and fluffy ending

Warnings: None

A/N: So This has 3 parts! The others will be posted soon! Sophie Kaczynski, is a character played on 2 Broke Girls and I felt the name fit for a model!

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

“Grayson stop.” I pleaded as he was tickling my sides. Grayson, Ethan, and I were hanging out today and we decided to watch Beauty and the Beast but about a quarter of the way through, Grayson got the idea to start tickling me. Ethan continued to eat his popcorn and watch the movie trying his best to ignore Grayson and I.

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” Huh?” Grayson teases as his finger press and curve into my sides. I giggled and tried to kick him off, except I kicked his cup off of the armrest and on to Ethan, covering him in soda.

“That’s it!” Ethan shouts and he stands up turning to Grayson and I. His white t-shirt now had brown wet splotches from the soda and oil from the popcorn. Grayson leans off of me and looks up to Ethan.

“Sorry about that E. You know how ticklish Y/N is.” Grayson points to me which I smack his hand away.

“Shut up Grayson. You shouldn’t have tickled me in the first place!” I argued back at him.

“I would do it again too Y/N. Don’t test me.” He teases at which he begins to tickle me again. This time he’s tickling more of my lower stomach regions which is one of my more ticklish spots.

“Stop it! Both of you! I’m so tired of this!” Ethan says storming off to the kitchen. Grayson and I exchange a confused look before we got off the couch to follow him.

“Ethan it’s just a little soda calm down.” Grayson says calmly.

“It’s not just the soda. It’s the constant third wheeling of you two. I don’t care if you two like each other, but fucking tell each other instead of making me third wheel everything. I’m tired of getting junk spilled on me.” Ethan peels his shirt off and grabs a washrag to dry himself off.

“What are you talking about? We don’t like each other.” Grayson defends as I feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. Ethan gives Gray a sarcastic are-you-serious look which causes me to chuckle. Ethan looks between Grayson and I and starts to laugh.

“Okay you two keep lying to yourselves, but I have eyes and so does everyone else. I guarantee you’ll be asked about Y/N tomorrow during our interview and ask if you two are dating or something.” Ethan claims as he throws his semi damped shirt back on.

“And I’ll say we aren’t dating. Simple.” I wish we were. I’ve liked Grayson for as long as I can remember. We’ve all been friends for about three years now and I just absolutely adored this man and part of me felt like he felt the same way. Ethan has never been this bold about our flirting, but hearing him say it made me realize he sees Grayson’s flirting too. Knowing that Ethan has noticed our flirting made me feel more confident to tell Grayson I did like him. Ethan scoffed and walked back into the living room.

“Okay while you two keep lying to yourselves, I’m going to go pick an outfit out for tomorrow. Y/N are you still coming to the interview with us tomorrow? I think Gray will be less nervous knowing his girlfriend is backstage.” Ethan teases us which we both rolled our eyes.

“Yeah definitely I’ll be there, if that’s still okay?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if after all of the teasing that Grayson would still want me there.

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I need my best friend there because I might fight Ethan on stage.” Grayson wraps his arm around my neck and kisses my temple which creates butterflies in my stomach and leaves me smiling.

“Then yeah I’ll see you two in the morning!” I hugged both of the boys and they went to their apartment down the hall from mine. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Ethan

Ethan👑: Yeah so Gray totally likes you don’t let anything he said tonight discourage you or anything okay?

Ethan knew I liked Grayson. I never even told him, but he knew. When rumors were going around that Grayson was dating Sophie Kaczynski, an instagram model. Ethan saw how I changed. I didn’t hang out with the boys as much as I did before. Ethan and I started to hangout more one on one and he just figured it out. Since then he’s been basically my best friend. Always looking out for me when it came to Grayson. I texted him back ‘okay no problem. See you in the morning’ and I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

***

“Let’s go Grayson! I told you to pick your outfit out last night! We’re going to be late and the Uber is here!” Ethan hollers as we wait in their apartment for Grayson to get ready. Ethan was wearing a black shirt with green camo pants and a black leather jacket. I was wearing black ripped jeans with a the twins merch hoodie on. Anytime I went with them to anything I always made sure to wear their merch as a sign of support.

“I’m coming!” Grayson races out of his bedroom wearing a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with black ripped jeans. He looked so good. His hair was even up done in his famous quiff. “Nice hoodie Y/N.” Grayson says and I nodded. I wanted to tell Gray how I felt, but I wanted to tell him after the interview just in case things go down like him getting upset and not being able to focus or me getting upset and not wanting to be around him.

“Let’s go guys!” Ethan pushes us out the door into the Uber as we drive about 20 minutes to the building. The boys showed their VIP pass and I had to show my guest pass to security. We all raced up the stairs before we met with Ellen.

“Hey you guys! Are you guys ready? We’re on in two.” Ellen asks the boys and they nodded with excitement. “Okay you must be Y/N? Wow you’re even prettier in person than on their snapchat with the dog filter on your face.” Ellen says which makes me blush. Ellen called me pretty.

“Ellen! Less than a minute! Go!” A producer shouts before walking away.

“Alright boys let’s go. Y/N you can follow us just stay behind the stage okay?” Ellen asks and I nodded. Grayson looks back at me and flashes me a smile. I flashed one back at him which causes him to giggle. “Wait here.” Ellen says to us as she walks out on stage. She talks some and introduces the boys before they follow after her. They all sit down and talk about many different things. The warehouse, a tour, and what the twins were planning for 2017.

“We have a lot of great things coming this year. We’re so excited to share everything real soon. The warehouse is just the beginning.” Ethan says as he exchanges a smile with Grayson.

“Now what about relationships? Is that something that will be happening in 2017?” Ellen asks and I peep my head up to see their reaction. “Like Grayson let’s talk about Y/N. When will that be a thing?” Ellen asks as the crowd erupts with gasps. Grayson looks frozen, but he then starts laughing.

“Oh no no no no no no No! Y/N and I are just friends. Besides, she’s not really my type anyways.” Grayson was smirking while Ethan was not. He looked back to me to check if I was okay. I wasn’t. I swallowed hard trying not to cry. I could tell Ellen was sort of in shock too not knowing what to say.

“I mean you guys are always on each others socials. I just figured…” Ellen trails off.

“Yeah it’s because we’re best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just friends.” Grayson says sternly. His smile faltering to a firm line on his lips. I couldn’t do it. I needed to leave or else everyone would see me cry. I ran off to the exit and went outside. Not knowing what to do now. I texted Ethan letting him know that I was leaving. I called an Uber and waited about five minutes before one pulled up in front of the sidewalk.

“Y/N wait!” I heard Ethan shout as I climbed in the back of the Uber letting my tears fall down my cheeks.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asks. I gave him my address as we started to drive. “Rough day?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“Yeah. I think I just lost my best friend.” I said as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

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♟: Patching up a wound

♟ Patching up a wound | Percabeth 

“C’mon,” Annabeth said, hand gripping the back of Percy’s shirt. “We’re almost home.”

“I knew it,” Percy replied, throwing his arm out. “I knew something was gonna happen. We never get to have a nice, normal date, like, ever.”

Annabeth frowned. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. The last time they’d tried to go on a date, a god showed up. The time before that, it’d been a hellhound hungry for blood (and mushroom ravioli, apparently).

“We didn’t even make it to our dinner reservation,” Percy grumbled. “I was really looking forward to that pasta…”

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BTS reaction to your natural hair

Seokjin :

Originally posted by jjilljj

He would stare at you and you would look at him like ‘what’, and he would tell you how you looked like a goddess. Jin would literally make you stop what you were doing just for him to tell him that you looked snatched. It would be a everyday thing and sometimes it got to a point where you had to ask him to stop. You loved it but enough was enough.

“You look like goddess.”

Yoongi:

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Would lowkey love it, he would act like he didnt care but you knew. When he knew you wasn’t look he smile at you and think that were so beautiful. If your were lucky, you would catch him in the act. And whenever you would question him he would tell you “What I wasn’t lookin at you, I was looking at the clock right beside you.” You would give him the side eye before walking away.

“Beautiful.”

Namjoon:

Originally posted by baebsaes

Straight on he would tell you that you looked like a queen and would flirt with you even though you were dating. As the day goes on he would compliment you but not every ten seconds unlike Jin. When dinner came round he would ask you one or two questions about your hair and you would answer happy that he wanted to learn more about your hair and its wonders.  

“You look sexy today babe.”

Hoseok:

Originally posted by parkjiminer

He would fall in love with you again. J-hope would run around the house and take candid pictures of you and them to guys, telling them that he had stunning girlfriend who loved him and they didn’t. He would tell you every ten seconds that he loved you and that you were beautiful.

“Amazing!”

Jimin:

Originally posted by minspink

Chim Chim would be all shy and flustered like he always is when when you do something. He would shyly come up to you and tell you that you looked amazing and that you make him happy over and over again while giving you kisses all over your face. Jimin would ask if he could touch your hair and when you said yes his eyes lit up.

“Your hair is so curly!”

Taehyung:

Originally posted by mvssmedia

He’d automatically stare and fawn over you in a dream like faze. You found it adorable at how he loved your hair and ow he wanted to know all about it like Namjoon. He’d also take pictures of you and make them his wallpaper, so whenever he was on tour he’d open his phone and see you and your natural hair.

“You look like a angel.”

Jungkook:

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Jungkook would be shook. Shook. He wonder why you’d hide all of you hair but nothing less he still loved it. Lowkey confused about how curly your hair was and how his hair was so straight. You’d have to teach him about your hair and show the difference between both his and your hair.

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Second Chances Pt. 2 (Jeff Atkins X Reader X Zach Dempsey)

There is a part one to this so make sure to go read that first!
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“Can you give me a second chance?” Zach stated. His eyes filled with hope. Before you could answer Jeff came out the doors.

“Y/N I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What are you doi—” He stopped his sentence after seeing who you were with.

“So Y/N will you?” Zach said again, you thought about it but before you could speak Jeff did.

“Will she what?” Jeff asked, while looking at you.

“None of your business.” Zach stated quite harshly. Jeff scoffed,

“Well it’s gonna be my business now because I’m not leaving her alone with the guy who broke her heart.” Jeff said while putting his arm around you.

“You know what, fuck this. I didn’t even want you back anyways. This was just a fucking joke. Obviously I wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who dated a slut.” Zach said.

“You fucking prick!” Jeff said, while punching him. Zach punched him as well and before you knew it it was a full on fist fight. You tried pushing them away but you were too weak. You ran back inside to call someone. You came out with Clay and Justin. Luckily they separated them. You took a look at both of their faces. Blood dripping from their noses, one of them with a busted lip while the others eye started swelling up.

“Bro what happened?” Justin asked confused as to why they were fighting.

“Your friend over here, he’s a dick.” Jeff said while looking at Zach with hatred.

“Jeff can we go home? I can drive just please can we go home?” You asked. Jeff nodded and you two walked towards his car. You opened the car door for him,

“I always open the door for my prince,” you laughed which resulted in Jeff laughing as well. But his ribbed started hurting so then he groaned. You drove back home, the drive was filled with comforting silence. Your parents weren’t home seeing as today was date night for them. You and Jeff walked in and you told him to go to the bathroom. That’s where the first aid kit was. He sat down in the toilet, and you began wiping off all the blood from is face.

“Why did you do it?” You asked.

“I did it because I never want anybody to talk about you like that. You’re not a slut, he never deserved you.” Jeff stated quietly. You were so careful when wiping off the blood. You didn’t know what parts of his face were bruised or not. He just looked at you the whole time.

“What are you staring at?” You asked while chuckling.

“The most beautiful girl ever.” He said, you blushed.

“You’re not too bad yourself, even when you’re covered in blood.” He laughed which led to him groaning because of the pain coming from his rib.

“Can you sleep over pleaseeeeeee?” You whined while putting away all the supplies.

“Sure, it’ll be like old times when I would always sleep over.” You smiled remembering all the memories.

“C'mon let’s go get ready for bed?” You said while walking to your room. You took out some pajamas for yourself and went to the bathroom to change. One you got out you peeked through your door seeing Jeff taking off his shirt.

OF COURSE YOU WERE GONNA STARE HE HAS AN AMAZING BODY! DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS.

“Like what you see?” He said while smirking, that took you out of your thoughts and you blushed. You just ignored the question and walked to your vanity where you would wipe off your makeup. Since Jeff would always sleep over he had a few clothes over in your house, he always slept shirtless with some sweatpants, so basically the only clothes he had over here were sweatpants.

“Why do you wear makeup?” Jeff asked.

“It makes me feel more confident and it makes me not look dead.” You stated.

“But you look so beautiful without it.” Jeff said. You smiled at him while thanking him. You tied your hair in a messy bun and walked over to your bed where Jeff already was. You two would always sleep on the bed so it wasn’t awkward. You hit him with your pillow.

“Do you know how many people would kill to sleep in the same bed with the shirtless Jeff Atkins and you take this as the opportunity to hit me!” He stated. You just laughed and put your head down.

“Go turn off the light.” You mumbled.

“Ughhh I always turn them off it’s your turn.” He said. You sighed and got up but as soon as you did he got up and ran to turn them off.

“I was just kidding I would never make you turn them off.” You rolled your eyes and laid down. He laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Goodnight princess.” He said, which made you smile and get all cheesy and butterfly in your stomach.

“Goodnight love.” You said back, but little did you know that gave Jeff the same feeling it gave you. Because Jeff has had a crush on you for a while now.

Morning soon came and you woke up to Jeff just staring at you with a smile on his face.

“What are you looking at? Oh no is there drool all over my face?” You said while quickly wiping your face.

“No, you just look cute while sleeping.” He said. You smiled at him and got up.

“C'mon let’s go downstairs.” You said, the both of you went downstairs to see your parents drinking coffee. Your parents looked over and looked surprised when they saw Jeff.

“Jeff you haven’t slept over in so long.” Your father stated, which was true. Jeff would never sleep over while you were dating Zach because he would get extremely jealous.

“What happened to your lip?” Your mom asked worriedly to Jeff.

“Oh I was standing up for someone but I’m fine though.” He stated.

“Hey wanna go out for breakfast?” Jeff asked you. You asked your parents and they said yeah because they were too lazy to cook breakfast. Jeff went to go get ready and he said he’ll be back in a couple of minutes.

You went back to your room and you were about to put on makeup when you remembered what Jeff had told you last night. You smiled and decided not to put on any makeup. You quickly changed and fixed your hair and waited for Jeff downstairs. He rang your doorbell, you said goodbye to your parents and walked out to his car.
You got in and buckled up.

“Where are we going?” You asked turning up the radio a little bit.

“IHOP if you’re okay with it.” He said, you nodded telling him it was fine. The car drive was short and you guys soon arrived. It was a miracle that’ll wasn’t full and that they attended you guys quite fast. You guys ordered your food and waited for it to come.

“You’re not wearing any makeup.” Jeff said while having the biggest smile on his face.

“Yeah, I probably look dead right now.” You said, he shook his head.

“No you look beautiful.” He said while grabbing your hands across the table. You smiled. Your guys’ good soon came and you guys began eating. You grabbed some whip cream from your pancakes and put it on Jeff’s nose.

“Whoops I slipped.” You laughed. He just smirked. He got up pretending to go to the bathroom but instead kissed you. You froze.

“Whoops I fell.” He said. Your stomach filled with butterflies and so did his. You cupped his cheeks and brought him in for another kiss.

“Looks like we’re both falling for each other.” You laughed at that horrible pun.

“Oh Ms Y/L/N I’ve been falling for you since day one.” Jeff smiled.

“Atkins you have won my heart.” You stated, which made him have the biggest smile ever.

“So Ms Y/L/N would you like to be my girlfriend.” Jeff asked, he seemed quite nervous.

“Of course Atkins.” You smiled, while putting more whip cream on his nose. As you guys were eating your breakfast a couple sat on the table next to you guys. You looked to see Zach and the girl he cheated on you with. You tensed up and Jeff noticed so he reached for your hand. You looked over to him and soon enough he connected his lips to yours,

“Let’s go babe,” he stated, you could hear Zach scoff and Jeff smirked. You smirked and followed Jeff. As you walked past Zach you heard him mutter something under his breath which sounded like him saying “slut” you just rolled your eyes.

When you reached Jeffs car both of you burst out laughing,

“He was so jealous.” You said in between laughs. Jeff nodded and you both got in the car. Jeff gave you the aux cord so you played some random songs that both of you knew. Dont by Bryson Tiller came on and Jeff got excited, he loved that song. He knew all the lyrics so he sang to you,

“Fuck ‘em girl I guess he didn’t know any better. Girl that man didn’t show any effort. Do all I can just to show you you’re special. Certain it’s your love that holds me together.” Why did he always sing the most relevant lyrics to you?

“Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh.” As he sang that he placed his right hand on your thigh and looked at you while licking his lips. He looked so hot and you wanted to oh so badly kiss his lips, but you couldn’t because that would probably lead to you guys in a car accident. (THIS WAS NOT DONE ON PURPOSE I SWEAR)

You guys soon arrived to your house and before you got out Jeff kissed you,

“Thank you for giving dating a second chance and saying yes to me.” You smiled giving him another kiss.
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There you go, a part two. Honestly thank you for the amazing feedback on part one!

I Need My Girl Ch. 1 | Roomates AU

Her is the first chapter of a new fic I’m writing. It’s a slow burn roomates au with eventual smut and a whole lot of fluff. Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together in NYC and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. What could go wrong? Here it goes.

Words: 1580

Warnings: Smut down the road and some pining. Things about to happen man. This might make you cry.

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 I don’t want your body  
 But I hate to think about you with somebody else  
 Our love has gone cold  
 You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

 The 1975


They told each other everything, ever since they were little kids, everything except the fact that they both have had a thing for each other ever since each could remember.

But Betty had commitment issues and was never going to give up the one person who mattered the most. She didn’t believe in falling in love, at least romantically. She invited both boys and girls into her bed, but she always had them leave in the morning.

She didn’t even believe she was capable of that kind of love, she cared, so much, but never in that way for anyone. She felt as if every person she ever talked to, or kissed was just destined to fade away or for her to become uninterested.

Jughead was the only one she ever kept for herself.

He always belonged to her, over their 2 am conversations, over when her mom kicked her out in high school, and even when she went college in another state. He was always there for her; there was an understanding between them. He was hers.

Jughead, truthfully was always waiting for Betty to wake up and change her mind. As he saw each girl and boy enter and exit out the doors, he wondered whether she’d ever get over it.

Loving her was never for the sake of pining or wanting to get laid.

It was more than that.

He hated seeing her push away everyone. Yet she never pushed him away. He was always there to pick up the popcorn and turn on the movie so she wouldn’t have to talk about it. But all he wanted was to talk about it. The elephant in the room was holding over his head ever since high school.

But he loved her, and he knew she didn’t want that, she’s never wanted anything-long term.

He just couldn’t tell whether it was because she didn’t have it in her or that she just couldn’t connect.

Her parents fucked her up for sure, but so did his. They were both royally fucked up, overbearing mothers and alcoholic dads weren’t a piece of cake. Maybe they were both too fucked up for each other he thought.


Betty shrugged on her leather jacket as she grabbed her keys to her red Camaro, just about the walk out the door.

“Hey, where are you going Blondie? I thought we had a movie date tonight.” Jughead asked, as Betty was half way through the door. Betty’s head proceeded to slump over a bit as she closed her eyes. She had forgotten he thought.

“Jughead, I’m sorry but Ronnie just called and…” She said in a panicked tone, trailing off.

“And you have fuck date with her.” Jughead stated, eyes empty holding his stare. Her green eyes flitted out of his view, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, but you know like c’mon, a girl’s gotta get some!” Betty insisted as she tried to close the door behind her.

“Yeah, I mean… yeah! Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” Jughead stated as he forced a fake smile. It was getting harder to fake it, but yet again there he was watching her smile as she ran out the door.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who would be free at such late notice.

“Hey Archie, up for a movie night? My microwave has some popcorn with your name on it.” Jughead said into the tone trying to sound sincere. He heard Archie laugh over the phone.

“Betty ditch you again?” Archie asked already knowing the answer. Every time Betty bailed on him Archie was always the one Jughead would go to. Trying to explain 25 years of love and complications to someone new sounded like hell for Jughead, and truly Archie was the only one who fully understood the situation. Archie was the only one who knew Jughead’s secret sad affair. An affair behind closed doors unnoticed by the beautiful Elizabeth Cooper. The girl next door that Archie used to hold a torch for but quickly got over the minute he started noticing things. Things like Betty dating, Jughead never dating, and the long glances left between the two. It wasn’t Archie’s job to get involved, he knew that. But watching Betty emotionally detach herself from everything and Jughead never getting over her and not doing anything about it was one of the hardest things to watch. The two were just so damn in love he thought.

“I can’t fool you can I?” Jughead quipped as a sad smile fell on his face.

“No you can’t. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

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“I still don’t understand why she didn’t just visit him! I mean it’s the 1940s not the ice age, there are cars. And why wasn’t the mom arrested, it’s illegal to go through someone else’s mail! The shouldn’t have named it The Notebook , they should of named it Crazy Rich Mother Spoils Pure Love, Oh And They Die .” Archie argued with tears down his eyes. The Notebook always made Archie cry.

Jughead sat there smiling his ass off, looking at Archie distressed and grasping the couch pillow as he continued on with his speech.

“I know but c’mon, it’s a classic tragedy. Circling around each other their whole lives, finally ending it all together. It’s bittersweet, but… beautiful.” He answered as he went over to his dvd collection, looking for a safe movie. Archie definitely needed something lighthearted, no dead animals, no long lost loves. So no Disney.

“Jughead just cause you have a boner for constant heartbreak does not mean The Notebook is a good movie.” Archie fired back as he stuffed another huge handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You just don’t like the movie because Sabrina said Ryan Gosling was hotter than you.”

Archie winced as Jughead mentioned Sabrina’s name. Jughead wasn’t the only one with a broken heart Jughead thought to himself.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on her. What a mistake.”

“You know I think she’d say the same about you Arch.”

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!” Archie exclaimed, clearly he was still not over it.

“THAT DIDN’T WORK ON FRIENDS AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK FOR YOU.” Jughead said, imitating Archie’s whiny tone.

To this Archie let out an over exaggerated ‘ugh.’ As Jughead slid the dvd of the movie Juno into the player and hit play.

About an hour had passed by when Jughead heard the door open with a thud. Archie turned his head as he saw it.

There was Betty Cooper, wrapped up in the arms of her newest fuck buddy, a girl about the same height as Betty with raven black hair. Betty sure had a type Archie thought to himself. The couple hadn’t noticed them 30 feet away sitting on the living room couch as they moved forward towards Betty’s room down the hall, pulling each other’s clothes off in the process.

Archie looked over at Jughead. His eyes were empty, focused on the pair, his eyebrows furrowed and then Archie saw it. The sad look in his eyes, the longing look as his blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. He could see Jughead bite the inner part of his cheek and his jaw clench. It was like whiplash.

Betty and the girl now had disappeared and a set of sounds started to emit from the hall. Jughead turned his back to the TV, watching the next scene in the movie.

“Are-uh, you okay?” Archie asked softly, barely making a sound.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, good for her getting out there and getting some. Go her.”

Jughead didn’t even try to sound happy. He knew that his words were total bullshit. And in truth, his whole body was numb at the picture appearing in his head. The moans approaching weren’t helping either. He turned up the volume on the TV trying to drown it out.

“Does she do that a lot? Bring…guests over in the middle of the night for you to see.”

“I don’t think she thinks anything of it. She shares everything with me, it’s not like she’s ever tried to hide her dating to me before. Why start being discreet now?”

She doesn’t share everything with you Jug is what Archie wanted to say. Though he knew it wasn’t his secret to tell, and hell, Jughead wouldn’t even believe him if he had.

“Well Jughead, agreeing to move in with her wasn’t the best idea.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that Archie.” Jughead snapped. He immediately regretted his harshness and muttered: “Sorry, I just-“

“I know.” Archie finished. Jughead turned back to the TV wondering whether they should just leave. He turned to look at Archie but found him grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet and heading out to the patio.

“I figure you need a drink and that movie isn’t the best noise canceler.” Archie said offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need a drink. Only because of the fact that I can’t let you drink that whole thing by yourself. Face the facts Golden Boy, you’re a lightweight.” Jughead joked as he closed the glass door and sat down against the wall outside.

Archie chugged back a swig of the whiskey, wincing at the sting in his throat.

“I think you’re wrong about that, I actually think you’re wrong about a lot of things Jughead.”

“Yeah, yeah, now stop hogging the juice.”

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pairing: archie andrews x reader

word count: 625

request: Hi! I love your work would you be a able to write an archie x nerdy sarcastic girl type imagine please :D maybe where the girl gets into a fight with some popular girls but doesn’t take any of their crap

“It seems you forgot the deal we had,” Stephanie, a popular cheerleader and one of Cheryl’s so-called best friends, crossed her arms in front of you. You were sitting on the bleachers outside while your boyfriend Archie had football practice, reading an old classic British novel.

You sighed, wedging Archie’s guitar pick he gave to you between the pages as a bookmark, closing the book and looking up at her. “I’m sorry, your royal highness, I do not recall signing a contract.”

Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “You know what I mean. You break up with Archie, I won’t tell everyone where you went last summer.”

You squinted your eyes back for a moment, trying to remember what she was talking about, until it hit you. You laughed. “Oh, that! Right.” Really, you only agreed at the time to shut her up. You didn’t ever see yourself breaking up with Archie for any reason.

“It’s not funny!” Stephanie grabbed your shirt, pulling you so you were standing up.

“Woah, woah, okay, calm down!” You grabbed her hands, moving them off your shirt, but now she was standing tall in front of you, chin up, ready to start something.

“What’s going on here?” Archie ran over to you two, moving to stand between you and Stephanie, until you put out your hand, holding him aside.

“It’s fine. Hey, Archie, do you know what I did last summer?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Um… visited your grandma… went to Comic-con?” Archie recalled perfectly, confused.

You grinned widely, turning to Stephanie. “That’s exactly right!”

Stephanie crossed her arms again. “Ugh! That’s so stupid, how could you not be embarrassed of that!”

You threw your arms up in exasperation. “God, you’re right! I’m so embarrassed of meeting Chris Evans, especially when I got a picture of him hugging me. So awful.” You shook your head.

Stephanie growled angrily, “If you won’t do it, I’ll make it happen.”

You grew serious for a moment, fearing whatever scheme she would create, and gulped. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh yeah.” She smirked, before turning to your boyfriend. “Hey, Archie, did you know that—“

“Actually, you know what? No. I’m not going through this. I’m not going to break up with him no matter what idiotic thing you try to threaten me with, or whatever childish, shallow stunt you try to pull. I’m not falling for it, and neither is he.” You dictated.

Archie nodded, now understanding what this was all about. “Yeah.”

“And, let’s face it, the only reason you want to date him anyway is because it would make you look good. The only reason you want to date him has nothing to do with him, or love, or even basic infatuation, and everything to do with materialistic objectification.” You smiled and spoke in a cheery tone, mimicking her peppy cheerleader voice as if you weren’t just ripping her to pieces, but your tone went dark when you finished. “So you know what? I take back what I said. Try to do something, I dare you.”

Stephanie didn’t say a word, only looked to you, to Archie, and then left. She knew that since you revealed her for who she really was to him just now— There wasn’t any way he would want date her even if by some ridiculous circumstance, the two of you did break up.

Archie didn’t say a word either, only put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissing your temple long and hard before he had to go back to practice.

He felt comfort and pride in knowing you could take care of yourself. He let you go and ran back out to the field. You smiled, sat down, and continued reading.

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Pairing: Reader x Minghao
Genre: angst, an ounce of fluff
Request: “can you write a minghao angst? um an imagine where he has to practice hard bc a comeback is soon and you both barely talk or hang out. and then you go to the dorm to see what’s up or to check up on him and since he’s stressed, he gets frustrated or something and you both get into an argument. idk, but lots of angst and then fluff at the end?”
Word count: 2,009
A/N: Requested by anon. I hope you like it!

You rarely saw Minghao these days. At best, you’d get a few texts, at worst, several days of nothing. At first, you’d been okay with it; long absences were in his job description. It was just part of being an idol. Every so often, the two of you wouldn’t be able to see each other for a while. Usually it was because of tours. He usually made the effort to text you, sending you photo updates and reminding you that he loved you. He often texted you so much that you would sometimes forget that he was away. You could handle that; they made your reunions all the sweeter. Even when he was practicing for long periods of time, unable to see you for a few days, he’d video call you, and you’d fall asleep talking to him. But that had all been in the beginning. It wasn’t quite the same now.

It had been a month of little contact. You knew that he was busy; Seventeen had a big comeback on the agenda, and there was a lot riding on it. You’d been excited about it at first. You’d hear the boys babble on about all the ideas they had, the ones they wanted to explore, how excited they were to meet Carats. It had been cute. Unfortunately, you’d seen the stress begin to wear on them; some more than others. You knew that being an idol wasn’t easy. And you respected that. But there were boundaries, right? A relationship couldn’t survive on minimal contact. And, even worse, was he overworking himself?

You checked the time on your phone. 10:58 PM. You knew that Minghao had a short break at 11 PM. You’d decided then would be the best time to visit. You lingered on the screen for a little longer. It was a photo of you and Minghao, with a dog between you. You remembered the day it was taken. The two of you were visiting a friend’s house, and much to your delight, there’d been a puppy there. Minghao had fallen in love with it immediately; you had about a hundred photos of just him and the dog in your camera roll. You hadn’t seen him smile like that in a while.

That was the last distinct moment you could remember of the two of you being happy together.

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Cosa Nostra (Pt. 3)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

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Originally posted by myloveseokjin

If there was anything that you should have learned in all of your years going to various social scenes, it was that you should never, ever smile at a man you didn’t want the attention of. And yet here you were, the dumbass girl who smiled at a man who was staring at her and was now was on his way to talk to her.

‘Great,’ You thought to yourself, ‘The one thing Yoongi tells me not to do, and here I am initiating interactions from strangers. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have my head for this…’ You tried to smile politely as the man stood before you, but you could feel the tenseness in your own face, so you knew that your smile looked absolutely fake.

“Now you’re a face I haven’t seen around here before…” The man hummed, his voice smooth as honey. You could tell that this guy was a playboy, whether he meant to be or not. With his boyish smirk, golden brown hair, and a muscular frame that you could see even through his suit, there was no way that most women could resist him, he was just that damn attractive. But you definitely weren’t most women, and even though you were attracted to him to some extent, you knew you had to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be good at all if Min Yoongi’s date was seen flirting with another man.

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First Times| Kol Mikaelson

Kol x Reader

Summary: You are Rebekah’s best friend and when you wanted to ask her for dating advice you just found her brother Kol.

Words: 1.412

Warning: smut, fluff?

Based on this request:  Can you please write a kol imaging where Kol teaches the reader how to kiss then it turns into him taking her virginity??

Sorry it took so long. Requests are open, gif is not mine xx


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“Kol.” Frustrated you walked to the brother of your new best friend Rebekah. Since the originals were here you and Bekah were friends and with the time you two even got a very close friendship, that was why you were like an always welcomed guest in the Mikaelson - House.

“I’m sorry darling, but my sister isn’t here,” Kol answered and handed you a glass bourbon, “My whole family is somewhere else, so when you need companion it is just me.” He wined to you while he was saying this and you shook smiling your head.

“When she isn’t here you have to cheer me up, I’m sad, sad and excited.”
“What’s wrong, darling?,” he asked and you drank the glass empty, when Kol gave you more to drink.

“So there is this boy in Rebekah’s and my class and he is like super hot and all and now he wants to go on a date with me but I’m scared because…” You stopped talking when you saw how confused Kol was looking and you realized that is was a little bit strange talking about other boys with him. For you Kol was like the hottest boy on earth and every time he starts flirting with you, it felt like the best thing ever, but the brother of your best friend is off limits and so he was just a friend. A very good friend.

“Do you want to hear dating tips?,” he asked amused and you drank you next glass empty.

“No… I don’t know, it is just I know that he will kiss me and maybe he will do even more but… I never kissed someone before and…”
“Wait, what?!,” he asked shocked and ashamed you buried your face in your hands.

“I should have stopped talking,” you mumbled and heard him laughing.

“I never thought a pretty girl like you never had something with someone, but the kissing thing is easy to teach,” he said and confused you looked up to him.

“You could teach me how to kiss?,” you asked and knew this was strange but the thought of kissing Kol, having you first kiss with him it sounds too perfect and then you couldn’t do anything wrong on your date.

“I could show you the other things too,” he said smiling and you felt how you were blushing.

“No, kissing is more than enough,” you said perplexed.

“It is your choice, Y/N,” he laughed and took the glass out of your hands and put it on the table for you. You felt how nervous you get but this was something you imagined so many times and now you were here, sitting next to Kol Mikaelson and he was about to kiss you.

“Just close your eyes,” he whispered and you did what he wanted, when you felt how he softly cup your face in his hands and then there was the perfect moment. He finally kissed you. It was like an explosion of feelings that ran through your body and you couldn’t help yourself than sighing happily. You had like no idea what the hell you were doing, you just tried your best to return the kiss the best you can and you had to admit, that this kiss has a bigger meaning to you, than it should. As fast as this started, it found an ending and hard breathing you opened your eyes and saw how Kol looked a little bit confused at you.

“Are you sure this was your first kiss?,” he asked an you got  goosebumps, when he took both of your hands in his.

“Yeah.”

“This was… wow,” he mumbled and you felt, how you drown in his warm eyes, when he suddenly leaned forward and kissed you again. This was unexpected, but you were glad about it, this kiss was too good and you wanted more, you yearned for more and so you kissed him right back, this time with more passion. His hands moved to your back and yours in his soft hair, when he pulled you on his lap and you pressed yourself even closer to him.

“Fuck,” you sighed, when he began to kiss your neck and you could feel how fucking much he wanted you.

“We should stop here or I can’t restrain myself anymore.”
“I don’t care, I want you,” you breathed and kissed him, while he put his hands under your top and stroke your exposed back.

“What abut your date?”
“To hell with my date,” you mumbled and saw how he started to smile.

“Oh Y/N, you will never forget that day,” he promised and with his vampire speed he carried you to his room, where he pushed you on his bed and ripped your top of your body and kissed you downwards.

“Kol,” you sighed pleased about his soft kisses and touches. He pushed your hands down to the mattress and while he kissed your belly, a moan escaped your lips.

“Darling, I haven’t even started yet,” he laughed softly and loose his grip, when his lips met yours again. You moved your own hands under his shirt and scratched his back down, so that now he was moaning.

“Fuck,” he sighed and you took off his shirt for him, admire the nice view of his body, “I hope you like what you see, Y/N.”
“I can’t complain,” you admitted, when he kissed you again and opened your bra for you. This was the first time you felt uncomfortable under Kol, never before you were this exposed in front of a boy, but Kol let you forget all of this very fast, when his one hand clutch your left breast and the next moan escaped, while his other hand moved under your pants.

“Oh damn, you really want me, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” you sighed and knew that tomorrow this would be so embarrassing for you, but everything that matters now were Kol and you.

“You have no idea, how long I waited for that moment,” he whispered to your ear and helped you to get off your pants and your panties, so you were completely naked under him, felt how you blushed, when he looked at your body.

“Oh please stop looking like that,” you complained and he laughed amused.

“I just think you are beautiful, Y/N Y/L/N.”
“You are an idiot,” you answered and couldn’t help yourself but smile.

“And still you want me to fuck you,” he said and kissed your lips softly.

“Perhaps I’m an idiot, too.”
“I don’t want you to go to your date,” he whispered quietly and you moaned, when he kissed your breasts.

“Then I won’t go,” you promised and helped him to get off of his pants, when he brought himself in position.

“I won’t lie, darling, but this will hurt,” he said and you crossed your arms behind his neck.

“It’s Ok,” you said, when he filled you up and a whimper escaped you, but Kol pressed his lips on yours and gave you the time to calm down, before he started to move and fast the pain disappeared and you felt pleasure run through your body. His movements were fast and a mixture of rough and passionate, but it felt so damn good.

“Fuck Kol,” you sighed and pressed your hips up to feel him even more inside you.

“Cum for me darling,” he whispered to your ear and you kissed him roughly, when you finally felt how your orgasm run trough your body and you moaned in to the kiss, while Kol cum, too.



Sleepily you lay next to Kol, confused about what just happened, that you really lost your first kiss and your virginity to him and that you felt ok about it.

“Have I told you, how lovely you look?, “ he asked you and pressed a kiss on your hand.

“When I go, leaving this house, then everything will be different,” you mumbled.

“I want you to stay. For me this wasn’t just sex. You are important to me, Y/N.” With widened eyes you looked to him, speechless of his words .

“So do you wanna go on a date with me?,” he asked and you smiled happily.

“Of course.”

Jeff Atkins - Mini One Shot


Jeff: Look out your window.

You: What? Why?

Jeff: Just look!

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and lifted the covers off of you to slowly get off of your bed. Crossing the room to your windows, you slide the curtains aside to see Jeff standing outside, pink roses in one hand, with his arms spread out and his blinding smile spread wide across his face. You face mimicked his with the urge to smile at his cuteness. Nobody got to see this side of him and you knew how lucky to be able to.

“What’re you doing!” You asked as soon as he answered your call.

He chuckled over the phone, waving his arm for me to come out as he leaned against the side of his car. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to swoop you away, lets go for a ride!”

“It’s like 1 in the morning! We have school!” You returned. “No way my parents are going to let me out now!”

“So? It’s the end of the year, you’re awake anyway.” He smirked.

You pursed your lips, thinking the idea over. Taking a look over your shoulder to your bedroom door then looking at the tree conveniently available outside your window.

“Two minutes.” You said, hanging up the phone before you could heard his victorious cheer.

You quickly ran to the mirror, checking to make sure you looked okay. Applying some chapstick and popping a breath mint, your brushed out your hair with your fingers before sliding on a pair of shorts and a hoodie. He waited for your under the tree, helping you down the last few feet to the ground.

His large muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his solid form and holding your close. Your senses were coated with the delicious smell of his body wash as your cheek rested against the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

Lifting your head, you stood up on your tiptoes to reach his lips, kissing him softly. His hand ran up your side to feel his way up your body to your cheek, cupping it gently as he deepened the kiss, pressing you against the tree.

“I missed you.’ He whispered, pulling away from the kiss yet keeping you locked against the tree with his body pressed on yours.

You rested your head against his hand, relishing in the feel of his thumb brushing your cheek as his baby-blues took you in, looking at you like you were the greatest thing on this earth.

“I missed you more.” You return, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Let’s get out of here before we wake up the neighbors.”

He smirked, lifting you up in his arms to spin you both around. “Come on.”

You laughed, covering your mouth to keep quiet before he put you down and the two of you jumped into his car. With one hand resting on your thigh, the other held the wheel, driving you off down the street.

Turning your head to face him, you leaned over, kissing the side of his neck. “Mind telling me why you’re up this early?”

“It’s the last game of the season.” He shrugged his shoulders, glancing down at you as he shrugged his shoulders. “Coach said there’ll be scouts there and everything.”

“Already?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows in disbelief. “I thought they weren’t starting to look at you guys until junior year.”

“Well they’re looking at the juniors and seniors but we were told if they liked what they saw they keep you in mind for next year.” He replied.

“Jesus, that would be huge babe.” You said excitedly. “You’re going to do amazing. I know you are.”

A nervous smile crossed his lips and he nodded. “You’re going to be there right? You know you’re my good luck charm.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You replied.

You’d been dating Jeff for a little over two years. You’d met the summer before freshman year and hadn’t looked back since. This man was your past, present, and future. Everyone in the school knew we were a couple. It was rare we were even recognized as individuals, it was always “Y/N and Jeff.” You liked it that way though. It made life easier. He was your partner in crime and You were his.

He smiled, pulling over in front of a 24 hour 7/11 and we got out. While he went straight for the slurpee machine, I went to look for a bag of chips. He paid and we off again. There was a routine to this. Whenever we were anxious, we’d pick each other up, share bag of hot fries and a cherry slurpee on top of the mountain overlooking the city.

So you drove all the way up, the car coming to a stop over by your usual clearing and got out. Jeff took you by the hand, leading you towards the edge and you took your seats, looking at the city below with lights still creating a glow despite the darkness that surrounded it.

You opened the bag of hot fries, popping a few in your mouth while he did the same, then shared a sip of the slurpy to wash down the taste that burned your throats.

“Can you believe we’re almost juniors?” He asked, looking down at you with his pearly whites in full display. “It’s almost like just yesterday we were going into freshman orientation and next year will be the biggest year of our high school careers.”

You leaned into his side, listening to him as you ate another chip. “It’s a little unreal isn’t it? How quickly time passes.”

“Hey Y/N -  have you thought about where you want to go to school yet? I know it’s early but what if we go to different schools? What then?”

You had thought about it. Non-stop as a matter of fact. Jeff was hoping for a baseball scholarship. He would go to whatever school gave him the most money. What would that mean for your relationship? You had no idea what you wanted to do. You only knew you wanted to be with him.

“ If we’re meant to be we will be babe. Whether that means we do long distance or whatever it takes. I just know you’re the one I want by my side at the end of it all.”

“You promise?” He asked looking down you again.

“I promise.”


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Forgiveness (Can You Imagine?)

Forget Me Not | Think of Me

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A/N: Final part in this series! I hope you all enjoyed it ^.^


Jason felt more nervous than he had ever felt before. He hadn’t even been this on edge when he asked Y/N out that first time. But here he stood, butterflies running amok in his stomach, hesitating at even knocking on her- their door.

He knew he didn’t deserve to even see her face again, but Dick was right: he had to apologize.

He slowly reached up and rapped on the door. He held his breath as he heard footsteps approach. When the door opened, his heart leapt to his throat. He thought he had been prepared to see her again, but he guessed he had forgotten how beautiful she was, even though he had regained the majority of his memories.

“Jay,” She said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” Jason said, mentally kicking himself for not coming up with anything better to say.

Y/N bit her lip and gestured for him to come in. “I knew that,” she chuckled nervously. “I meant, why are you here? I would didn’t expect you to come here so soon.”

“Yeah, um, doc gave me the go ahead so I figured I’d leave.” Jason said as he looked around the apartment. It looked almost exactly like he remembered. Except…

“What are those boxes for?” Jason asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Y/N looked sheepish as she walked over and resumed putting items in it. “I’m moving.”

It felt like a vice was squeezing Jason’s chest. “Moving?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said as she avoided his gaze. “I thought about it and I decided that I am not going to expect you to stay with me when you cannot even remember our first date.”

“You’re not even going to try and help me remember you?” Jason asked quietly.

Y/N froze, her face downcast in an attempt to keep her feelings hidden from him. “I kind of got the impression you didn’t want to remember me.” She whispered as she moved to grab another item to put in the box.

Her words stung, but Jason knew he deserved it. He watched in silence as she filled the box before closing it and grabbing another. “What if I told you I do remember you.” He said quietly.

“Look,you don’t need to pretend for me. I’m a big girl, Jason. I can deal with heartbreak.” She said. She looked at him briefly before looking away again. “Lord knows I have had enough of it in the past couple of months.” She said under her breath.

“I’m not lying, Y/N,” Jason said, stepping forward and taking both her hands in his. “I remember our first date, the day you moved in with me, the day I took you to the manor to meet my family. How you cried when I crawled through our window, beaten and bloody, and you found out about my night job. I remembered how in love with you I am. Even if I haven’t acted like it for too long.”

Y/N continued to avoid his gaze, fearful of the powerful emotions she might find there. He gently tilted her chin up until their eyes met. She started when she saw he was crying. In all the time she had known him, she had never seen him cry before. “I need you to know how sorry I am.” He said, cupping her face. “I know I don’t deserve you after how shitty I have treated you and I won’t blame you if you continue to pack your things and never look back, but I need you to know that I love you and I am so sorry for hurting you.”

Y/N was silent for several moments as she processed his words, which Jason took as a refusal. He slowly retracted his hands. “I’ll, um, leave you to think about it.”

“Wait.” Y/N said as she stepped forward. Jason was frozen, waiting for whatever she was willing to give him. “It’s gonna take more than just words for me to forgive you.”

“What do you want? I’ll do anything.” Jason said, ready to make good on his promise.

“You owe me at least a month’s worth of date nights, for starters. On top of the regularly scheduled ones.” Y/N said in a slightly teasing tone.

Jason sighed deeply, all the tension leaving his body. “Doll, I’ll take you out for dinner every night for the rest of our lives if it means you’ll forgive how shitty I was to you.”

“Well, it would certainly be a start.” Y/N laughed. Jason pulled her close and kissed her like he had been dying to since he saw her face again. In that moment, despite all that had happened and all they would have to work through, they knew they would get through it together.

Secret Tattoo

Modern Au, Summary: Edmund has a secret tattoo and everyone finds out. 


Caspian crashed through the door to his apartment. Well, the tiny apartment-like space he shared with Edmund and Eustace. He could totally afford a large flat all by himself, but, having been an only child most of his life, he loved having them as his brothers from other mothers. Especially when he could completely annoy and embarrass them.       

“Hey Ed! I heard about your tattoo!” He shouted from the short hallway that lead into their living room/kitchen. He heard a dish crash to the floor, and dashed towards the kitchen. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you little-”       

Caspian froze. Not only were all of Edmund’s siblings and Eustace laying the table for dinner, but Edmund’s parents were standing in the kitchen as well. In total silence, they all looked from Caspian to Edmund with a mixture of horror and delight on their faces. Caspian had wanted to embarrass Edmund, but not humiliate him. He grinned sheepishly at Ed, who had a shattered dish at his feet. He looked terrified. “Bad timing, huh?”      

 The apartment erupted into chaos.      

“You got a tattoo, Edmund! How could you not tell me?! Where is it? What is it?” Lucy screamed.      

“It’s probably a tramp stamp of the Millennium Falcon.” Peter laughed. He grabbed the back of Ed’s shirt, pretending to look for it. Edmund pushed him away and backed into a corner.      

 "Why didn’t you tell us Edmund?!“     

“You should have known you couldn’t keep it a secret, Ed. We’re your family!”

"Does (Y/N) know?”      

“Why does (Y/N) have to know? That’s sexist.”

“That’s not sexist, it’s a joke.”     

“Edmund,” his mother said calmly. “Are you sure it’s something you can live with for the rest of your life?”      

“Tattoos aren’t even that permanent these days, Mom.”      

“Oh, come on Ed, let me see it!”      

“Let us see it!”       

Edmund, who had said nothing throughout all of this babble, threw his hands in the air. “Lucy didn’t go through all of this when she got a tattoo!”     

“That’s because we want to know why you’re hiding it. Lu spent months getting everyone’s approval.” Peter answered.

“I don’t need your-”     

“Wait!” Susan exclaimed. “How did Caspian find out?” All attention turned towards the young man who was peeking in the pots on the stove. He gave Edmund a sympathetic look before answering.       

“The tattoo artist is an ex of mine. Heard them talking about a guy named Caspian and wondered if I knew them. I should thank you Ed, I got a date tomorrow.”       

“Them?”  Their stepfather repeated. Lucy’s smile stretched from ear to ear. “(Y/N) went with you! Oh, now I have know what it is! Where is it, Ed?!” She tugged at his sleeves and collar.        

“What is the tat, Caspian?” Susan asked. Caspian opened his mouth.        

“Hey!” Ed shouted. “That’s enough! Can’t I just have one secret?!" 

His glare was enough to stop even Lucy. Before anyone could say anything else, he grabbed Caspian by the arm, dragged him into his bedroom, and shut the door. Caspian didn’t even bother to be charming; he owed Edmund that much. 

"I need you to promise me that you won’t tell them. None of them. Not Susan, not Lucy. No one. Even if they bribe you or threaten you.” His looked at Caspian with pleading eyes. “Please? This was supposed to be something…private….just between (Y/N) and I.”         

Caspian couldn’t stop the smirk that flew to his lips. “Did she get a matching one?”        

“Why would she get a-” He stopped himself. “Oh. You don’t know what it actually is, do you?” Caspian shook his head. There a moment of silence. Edmund sighed. He ran a hand down the side of his hip. “Well, since you’ll just ask your loose-lipped date tomorrow-”       

“I won’t ask.” Caspian said honestly. “Even though we constantly act like it, Ed, I’m not your brother. I respect your privacy. Like you said, you can have your secrets…I certainly have mine.” Edmund raised an eyebrow. “Don’t ask. Now, let me see if I can sort through this mess I made.”         

It was total chaos again when they opened the door. (Y/n) had arrived and Edmund’s family was interrogating her.       

“Did he get it someplace we could see when he goes swimming?”       

“Is it a quote? Oh, I bet it’s one of Ed’s favorite quotes. Is it the traitor one? Or the no-one-makes-it-out-of-life-alive one?”     

“That’s a bit morbid, Eustace.”       

“Was it the Deathly Hallows? The Tardis? Am I getting warmer?”        

“How did you all find out?!” (Y/N) shouted over them. Edmund rubbed his forehead. His family was relentless. They wouldn’t stop until they got their answer.        

Caspian whistled. All heads turned towards him. He put on his serious face (which he didn’t wear often); all business with a touch of charm that encouraged trust and maintained everyone’s attention.         

“Listen,” he began. “It’s all very wonderful that we are all so concerned with dear Edmund here, but he is allowed his privacy. And we should all respect that. I’m sorry I didn’t, Ed.” That sobered everyone right up. Some apologies were mumbled. Caspian grinned. “Great! Now, let’s eat!”         

They all sat down for dinner. They conversed in polite conversation, which was rare for them, usually talking over each other. Edmund even smiled. But, Eustace was discussing his biology professor, when Lucy interrupted him and whined, “Oh, please let me see it!”         

At which everyone declared, “No!”

Edmund ran his hand along the side of his hip again.  It was the only place he could get the tattoo where he knew no one would see it. No one, save (Y/N), of course. And she deserved to see it, since it was her idea.  After one particularly grueling nightmare, where Edmund not only lost all the people he loved, but forgot their existence as well, he was terrified it becoming a reality.  He was afraid of distancing himself from his family, like he did when he was young and always angry with the world. (Y/N) told him he ought to get a permanent reminder of his family if he was really that concerned. She even sketched his tattoo…a small tree, a family tree, with a leaf to represent every person he loved, from his mother to Capian, from Eustace to Lucy.  (Y/N) originally wouldn’t let Edmund add a leaf for her, not wanting him to sear her into his skin until their relationship was just as permanent as his tattoo. But he changed her mind two days before they went to the tattoo parlor when he told her he wanted to marry her. She tried to make him wait until he actually proposed, but he didn’t listen.

Anyways, he was proposing that night.   

Dancing on my own || Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by thejugheadjones

It was the night of the big dance at River dale high. Well it wasn’t the biggest dance at the school, but to you it was big. You were finally able to go to a dance with your boyfriend of two years: Archie Andrews. Every year before that something always came up : you had to finish a piece of Miss. Grundy, he had to help his father with something. It was always something but this year was different; you were both free to come here and just dance away all your worries. After the death of Jason Blossom, things seemed to be different between you two and you just didn’t understand what it could possibly be.

       You tried to be the best girlfriend you could be. You always supported Archie in all is endeavors. Encouraging him when he said he wanted to pursue music, going to every football game even if he wouldn’t be playing that night, spending late nights cramming for tests the next morning with him. But still, that wasn’t enough for him for some reason. You had just returned from the restroom when you saw him leaving with Miss. Grungy. Being the curious little devil you were, you decided to follow behind. You had heard something around the peers that Archie seemed to be a little interested in Miss. Grundy but you had always denied it. Archie Andrews may be a lot of things but a cheater was never one of them.

       After you watched them enter the music room, you peered in the sliver of a window; seeming them basically pressed up to each other. Your eyes instantly welled up with tears; pure dread and disgust filling your body. Sure, they hadn’t kissed but with that closeness only one thing could ensue and you were not going to stick around to actually shatter your heart more. You turned quickly away, running down the hall and out of the school completely.

       Because Archie had been the one to take you to the dance, you had to walk to Pop’s; all you wanted was some comfort food while you try and digest the idea that Archie had actually cheated on you. Even the thought of him cheating brought tears to your eyes. You never wanted to be the girl that cried over some guy but you had actually loved Archie. He meant so much to you and now he was the one that broke your heart.

       Keeping your head ducked as you entered the small diner, you found yourself sitting in the way back, head down as you mumbled your order to the waiters: a greasy hamburger and some fries. You tugged lightly at your hair, eyes closed tightly hoping it would stop the tear but you could still feel the warm liquid run down your cheeks; most definitely ruining the mascara you were wearing. You hadn’t expected to be crying so you hadn’t bothered to put on water proof. You let out a short sigh, lifting you head and glancing around. The diner was practically empty, safe for a crying fest that was sure to ensue.

       You honestly could just not believe it. Where had you gone wrong? Did you not give him enough attention? Not there enough for him? What on Earth could you do differently for a different outcome of tonight? Lost in your own mind you didn’t notice a certain black haired teen slid in the seat opposite looking completely uncertain of what he was doing right now. “Uh, Y/N… What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be at the dance?” He asked, looking confused. You had never really spoken much to Jughead and knew even little about him. He was just the type to keep to himself and to be way to sarcastic for you to handle, little did you know you had caught Jug’s attention way before you even started to date his ex-best friend.

       It was like a dam breaking; all the emotions you were once decently holding within you. “I was there and then I went to the bathroom and then her and him went into that room and then…he was going to kiss him. I don’t understand what I did wrong! Was I not enough for him?!” you blubbered out, the heated tears running down your face. Even though you did not make much sense, Judhead seemed to understand what was going on.

       Judhead felt horrible since he had kind of known before you did and he hadn’t told you. He could believe Archie hadn’t told you even if he had told him to. He wished he would have been there for you, but dances were not his thing. Most school activities weren’t after all. “Y/N….I’m so sorry. You did nothing wrong. It’s just Archie not understanding he has.” he said lightly to you, reaching across the table to lightly hold your hand; a sorry smile on his lips.

       You shook your head, “I must have done something– he…she’s a teacher Jug! A teacher!” you squealed, completely baffled by this. You let out a slow breath, using your free hand to wipe away the tears. “Maybe you are right Jughead, I don’t know what else I could have done.” You said softly; letting your shoulders sag a bit. You could hear Jug sigh then get up. You looked up quickly, confused as he waved up to stand up. “This night isn’t going to be completely terrible Y/N. Will you please dance with me?” He said; the most gentle smile on his lips.  You laughed a little bit but nodded your hear, closing the space between the two of your; wrapping your arms around his neck and him placing he hands gently on your waist. You two swayed quietly to the soft music playing over head.

       "Archie never deserved someone as amazing as you, Y/N. You deserve so much more than him.“ Jughead said softly, causing you to smile. You nodded and rested you head on his chest; your eyes close finally feeling a little bit better.  The night turned out a little better than you expected and it was all thanks to the loner Jughead Jones.

Title: Mr. Parker (Part 2 of Tutor(Daughter of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker))

Summary: Tony really wants the reader to join in on a meeting with a new recruit, even if they’ve already met before.

Word Count: 1789

A/N: THIS IS PART TWO TO TUTOR AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AH! Also; writing out the word count made Hamilton pop into my mind. I hope you enjoy! 

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