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First Impressions Gone Bad (Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader Request)

Request: ‘Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader. He’s still with Betty and he takes Y/N to Pop’s Diner to meet his friends and her Betty starts arguing and instead of fighting Y/N gets up to leave but Betty wants to get the last word in and says something terrible about the gang so both Y/N and Jughead leave and get together?’- @andywicked

Characters/pairings: Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader, Betty x Jughead, Archie x Veronica

Warnings: Dark/Mean Betty (although I’m tempted to write what happens in Pop’s after they leave to show where she was coming from), kissing.

Word Count: 1883

Notes: This was great practice for my upcoming fiction The Serpent or Me so thank you for such a fab request! I had a lot of fun with it.

Masterlist.

Originally posted by kylogue

‘Do you really think this is a good idea Jug?’ I’d never felt so out of place. I peered into the window of Pop’s Diner, it was straight out of the 50s. Not a place I’d expect Jughead to frequent. My leather jacket stuck out like a sore thumb as Jughead practically dragged me in. An old man behind the counter, the famous Pop I presumed, greeted Jughead instantly.

‘Usual order Jughead?’

‘Make it for two tonight Pop.’ He nodded back to me, I gave a little wave. He didn’t seem phased by our Southside appearance unlike the rest of the diner. I could feel daggers on me from every angle as we walked over to a booth. Jughead acted coolly, barely taking in all the passing glances. I drummed on the table anxiously.

‘Y/n, you need to calm down.’ He said, grabbing my hands to set them still on the table.

‘Sorry but I can already hear everyone gossiping in here, who’s to say your friends aren’t gonna do the same?’ I had to be honest with Jug, he was a serpent now and there were no secrets between the serpents. Well maybe one.

‘They’re different, they know I’m a serpent now and they know why I chose this path. If they have a problem, they’ve definitely kept it to themselves. They know the serpents are the only family I’ve got now.’ I twitched at the word ‘family’. You weren’t meant to have romantic feelings for your ‘family’.

The bell of the door rang and in walked Jughead’s other gang. A broad shouldered redhead came first, he wore a blazing letterman jacket and had his arm around a black haired girl, her dress looked expensive and she was even wearing heels. That would be Archie and Veronica, Riverdale’s latest sweethearts, I remembered Jughead mention. Behind them, came the beautiful blonde. Her hair was in her signature high ponytail, her face beaming as she got closer to us. She wore a white summer dress and a pastel yellow cardigan on top. While that outfit would usually make me gag, she made it look flawless. If this is what I was up against, I was screwed.

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UPBRAID (Jumin Han) 4

HEY. THIS IS A LONG ONE.

chapter 1 here

chapter 2 here

chapter 3 here


You had class tomorrow. 

 Zen brings you back to your apartment and before you could shut the door, “MC, can i get a hug?” He asks. You smile, giving him the biggest hug ever. 

 But then, he pulls away. In his head, he had planned it all, chosen the words, the perfect thing to do, but in the end, nothing. 

With an awkward smile, he sighs, “Just know, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.” he says, then heads to the elevator. 

 Zen gives you warm feelings, he’s always always ALWAYS there for you. 

You fix your school things for tomorrow, grab your bag, and open your laptop. 

Upon opening the laptop, your phone vibrates. A message.

From Jaehee.

Good morning, MC. I have to request your presence tomorrow afternoon, at the milkshake place at the corner of 6th avenue and emerald street. Please? I hope to see you there.

You reply, sure thing, i’ll meet you at around 4pm :)

Resuming your school work, your journal article homework, writing about absolutely anything. You brainstorm, trying to think of topics. Taking a deep breath, you start typing. The words, ideas, they never ended, you just kept typing. 

It was time for lunch, you take two socks of different patters, slip on your black and white converse chucks, take your wallet, phone and head out.

Before leaving the building, you ask Shane, the receptionist at first floor if you had anything delivered.

“None that I know of, sweetie.” 

“Oh.” You say. Were you expecting anything? “Okay, thanks.” 

“Where you going hon?” He asks.

“Get some lunch.” You say. “Want me to get you anything?”

“You’re going out like that?” He changes the subject. 

You were wearing an over-sized purple shirt, shorts, socks that don’t match, low-cut converse, holding your wallet and phone

“Yep.” You say blankly.

“You do you, I guess.” He sighs. “I’ll have coffee.”

“The usual?” You ask, and he gives you a nod.

You head off to the all-day breakfast place and order a take-out of bacon and eggs, proceeding to go to the coffee & fruit shake place, you order Shane a large caramel macchiato and a pesto-chicken sandwich, and a mango fruit shake for yourself.

On your way back, waiting for the stoplight to go red for you to pass, your head starts to go back. 

“MC!” You heard a familiar voice, turning back, you see a bright yellow umbrella running towards you. “Its pouring, you might get sick. Let me bring you home, please?” You couldn’t help but smile, you felt butterflies in your stomach. He holds your hand and you two walk under a yellow umbrella in the pouring rain, to your apartment. “Thank you.” You tell him, making him smile. “Anything for you.” He replies. “Stay safe going home.” You tell him, as you walk to the building doors. “I will.” He looks back with the big grin on his face. 

“Lady, its a red light, might as well go.” A small girl passes by, snapping you into reality. “Right, sorry.” You apologize and hurry across the street, passing a few blocks and getting to the building. 

You could still remember that smile on his face, you miss it, don’t you?

You make your way inside, give Shane his order and go back to your flat. 

The next day, you pass in your article and everything else that was due that day, go to your second class and end at around 3pm. You change into a nice navy blue dress and white jack purcell sneakers, taking your small brown sling bag, that fits only your phone and a few dollars. 

Walking to the milkshake place, you notice a bunch of people with cameras and microphones crowding the place, you take a looks inside, scanning for Jaehee, and there she is. 

Surprisingly, you made your way inside, walk to the table Jaehee’s at and sit down. 

“Good afternoon.” She smiles. “Is there anything you want to order?” 

“Oh yeah, just a strawberry milkshake.” So you call the waiter, and order. 

You two catch up on work and school, as more people came to the shop.

“Why are there so many people?” You ask.

“There’s a photoshoot.” She answers. “I’m on a day off but Mr. Han asked me to go.”

“Jumin?” Your eyes grow big.

“Yes. He’s being shot right now.” She points at that corner occupied by a photography team. The lights were bright and your eyes searched for Jumin.

There he was.

“Mr. Han asked me to bring you here actually.” She blurts out.

“Me? Why?” You ask.

“I’m not entirely sure. He told me to contact you and bring you here.” 

You had a perfect view of him. He made alot of outfit changes. He first wore a polo, jeans, sweater and dress shoes, then he changed into a white shirt, a unbuttoned polo over it, blue jeans and shoes. He looked like an actual model.

“Its for Mr. Chairman’s friend’s clothing line. All their shops have a diner interior and vibe, so they decided to shoot here. Even if the history of the clothing line has no connection to diners or the 1940s. Strange.” She explains. “He’s not the only model today, but so far, all the shots taken are all him.” 

“I wonder why.” 

Jumin comes out of the bathroom wearing a different outfit, and same after a few minutes, another outfit after the other. He changes into another outfit, but a girl wearing a pretty black dress, a white coat and heels. She was gorgeous. Jumin sat on the stool by the counter and she sat infront of him, on the counter table. They looked like a couple. 

You don’t know why, but for some reason, it made your chest heavy.

They changed into a bunch of outfits and took so many shots together. They took a shot where he posed standing straight, while she was clinging on to him, her hands were travelling his body and her face was close to his. And Jumin looked at you, his eyes locked with yours find a place to have dinner?” Jaehee, being an amazing friend, took your hand and lead me out to the street. You two had dinner at a nearby cafe. On your way back, you were walking with Jaehee, you pass by a theater. 

And the most cliche thing ever, Zen comes out. He looks around and sees you and Jaehee. He stops, your eyes travel to his, which were locked on you. It felt softer and welcoming, different from Jumin’s. “Hey.” He smiles.

You all head in the same direction, since you all lived in that direction, until you reached this street, where Jaehee and Zen were to go straight, when your apartment was a few blocks away, going left. You hug both of them goodbye, and you continue walking.

The wind felt cold, and the skies filled with clouds. You knew you had to hurry up, but your feet were killing you. 

“MC!” Someone calls out. You look behind you to check. Your heart dropped. You turn to face him. And he walks towards you. 

“Hey.” His raspy voice greets.

“Hey.” You reply.

“How are you?” He asks.

“Good. You?” You answer.

“Terrible.” He smiles. You stay silent. He looks at you. “I’m sorry.” He says. Your heart felt heavy, you look down. “MC, say something please.” His voice sounds broken. But your heart felt broken.

“Jumin.” Your eyes start watering up. “Why are you like this? You make me feel like you love me and then you break me like I’m your toy. I don’t know why you’re still coming after me. You have a thousand girls waiting for you.” Your eyes stream tears down your face, and the rain starts pouring. “I’m trying my best. Why do you always hurt me? W-why do you always do that? I do love you Jumin, more than the world, but I’ve spent so much time crying myself to sleep, hoping you’ll love me again, and when you do, you break my again. What did I ever do, Jumin?”

His eyes grew big and his face looked shocked. “MC,”

“And now I’m here, with you, standing in the rain. Where’s your yellow umbrella now? Where’s the Jumin that told me he’ll never leave me? Where’s the Jumin that held my hand? Where’s the Jumin that I wasn’t afraid to love?” Your dress was wet, your shoes were soaked, you face was stained with rain and your tears. You wipe your eyes and look at Jumin. You’ve never seen that face he was making. He looked like he didn’t know what he was going to do. 

He looked at you, and his eyes looked tired, different. You sigh and lick your lips before speaking, “Maybe we should just stop. Let’s break this for good.” Your eyes continue pour, so does the rain. 

“If that’s what you want.” He sighs, turns around and walks away.

You couldn’t help but drop on the floor. That was it. 

You walk back home, in the rain. And when you get to the apartment, Shane calls your attention.

“Have you seen this?” He shows you an article on the internet,

“JUMIN HAN AND GIRLFRIEND, MC BREAK IT OFF.”

The article was filled with lies, and harsh comments about you. It was as if they were scolding you, they were criticizing everything about you, upbraid.

I seriously can’t wait til Monday. The trailer has been on my mind all day and I’m just obsessed with trying to break it down, figure out what its trying to tell us. I have a few theories:

1) Sana is the cause or start of a domino affect that goes through the group. 

  • We see the trailer backwards which has its own significance but at the ‘end’ of it we see Sana tripping Noora. I personally like to think its also symbolic of the fact that Sana is always 5 steps ahead of everything. She can see things the others can’t, maybe because they are distracted but all the teen shenanigans they go through. 

2) Girl Squad back with a force.

  • all our favorite girls back together again!! what I found interesting about them in the trailer was how they almost havent changed at all? We see Chris her usual awesome self, Eva being a party girl, Noora and Vilde still butting heads but there for each other none the less (catching her when she falls?? im 100% sure Willhelm is going to be a whole conversation between them) it felt very season 1 almost. with sana essentially pushing them together. 

3) Even??? no, not Isak AND Even. Just Even.

  • This is point 3 but honestly its the main thing i’ve been thinking about. Now I caught Even4Main fever around month 2 of the hiatus but I managed to stay realistic enough to understand it was highly unlikely. I genuinely didn’t think we’d get much of him and Isak and then… Yousef showed up. NOW I’m buzzing with ideas because the trailer made it clear: Even is connected to Sana and is the final ‘result’ of this domino affect she triggered. 
  • Even is also the only one to get hurt in the trailer as a result of this chain of events. That could mean nothing but… it is Julie. Another thing too is that the hit is a complete shock and clearly catches Even off guard and upsets him quite a bit. The way he sort of stumbles down and his just kneeling there unfocused set off sirens in my brain.
  • Last point on Even (honestly i was floored we saw him) It’s clear that whatever happens, it’s only about him. Though Isak is there, we don’t see his face at all which is pretty clear cut in saying that, This isn’t about them as a couple. I was comforted though by the fact that Isak was shown expressing nothing but tenderness and comfort. He didnt back away from Even once and kept an anchoring hand on him the whole time (he even knelled down with him, which could be symbolic of Even’s biggest fear: dragging Isak down into his dark side) Also, Even looked kinda sad, kinda lost before he got hit. my poor kid is gonna struggle.

4) The kids are partying it up! But…. where???

  • it took me a few watches to finally hit on why the trailer gave me an ominous feel and the sense that something very different was going to happen. Though we are seeing them in a familiar atmosphere (party time) the setting is completely different from run of the mill teenage rager. it is dark with red tones, the people dont seem like typical teenagers, the gang is clearly separate from them, and the walls and floor are black. The girls outfits kinda reflect this too. Like Eva wearing heels. She has a great style but def not a heels kinda girl. And Vilde. she was dressed TO IMPRESS. she looked amazing but so not what we are used to seeing from her in a party atmosphere. Maybe it symbolizes maturity or maybe they make new friends…..

5) Stop. Take it back now y’all. 

  • why. was. it. in. reverse. for one thing the song because it had an Arabic tone when played backwards. But what got me too was that we see Even and Isak first (call back to where we left off last season?) and slowly winds itself back to Sana. Are we suppose to understand that it all started with her and is now ending with her? Is it a cautionary tale? Is it trying to say that some things in life are just unavoidable??? Who knows. (Julie. Julie knows.)

Just some of my thoughts. I’m curious to see everyone elses theories while we wait to start! Happy finale Season 4! 

AHS Imagine - Kyle Spencer. 

———-

It was cold.

From the moment you exited the taxi, your arms instantly hugged your body. Being the beginning of December, the weather was undeniably colder than expected – especially for a teenage girl, wearing a black dress, and in heels.

The thought that worried you most was the black ice, the sheer thought of you falling on your ass gave you second hand embarrassment. Paying the taxi driver, you made your way towards the frat house trying to bring no attention to yourself as you passed the drunken seniors. It was your first party – 18 years old and heading into her first high school party… if anyone found out it would be a social suicide.

Getting in was easy, getting around the crowd of students—wasn’t.

You sat at a table, occupied by a lovely man and his two girlfriends. The sit wasn’t long as a result of him asking if you wanted to be his third girlfriend of the night. Shyly, but harshly, you denied.

You were invited by Madison, her invitation was short and sweet;

“Come to the party, wear something nice and meet me upstairs 20 minutes after you get there, xox” 

Her demanding and egocentric personality was sometimes too much to handle, even for yourself. You considered yourself to be a very patient person, but if there was one person who could really bring out the devil inside you…it was Madison. But still, you accepted her inducement as she sounded quite anxious when she spoke to you. 

Your refilled drink was knocked out of your hand,

“Watch it!” A riled voice beseeched. You managed to hold onto the cup, but the juice splattered on the floor,

“Sorry” you mumbled, stepping out of the way. You walked over your spilled drink to obtain a new one.

After retrieving your drink –and wasted your time doing so because you probably wouldn’t drink it anyways—you stayed unaccompanied, and pessimistic. You watched the rest of the seniors actually enjoy the party. 

You were never a party girl; you saw them as unnecessary and a complete distraction from important things like school. You placed your untouched drink down at a table and pushed yourself towards the main hallway. Every sort of smoke, and every musky breath imaginable was in your face, which made your stomach authentically unsettling. Finally pushing through the last sweaty body, you regained your balance.

You checked your phone and saw 20 minutes have passed since you entered the party. Following Madison’s strict instructions, you found the stairwell and made your way up. Of course it was a challenge due to the bodies taking up 75% of the space. You felt as if in those few agonizing seconds of pushing yourself up those stairs, you developed claustrophobia. 

You stopped once you reached the last step, although her instructions were hastening, they weren’t specific. You stared into the mouth of the hallway, which contained numerous rooms, and thanks to Madison, you had no idea which room she was in. Hesitantly, you started to knock on each door, looking like a complete fool as you did. Damn Madison, you thought. if anyone saw you they would say you’ve lost your marbles. Just your luck, the door they presumed to be in was the last room of the hallway. 

You slowly opened the door, praying the noise inside was Madison, and not something else…because that would be a situation hard to get out of…

The door swung open from your slightly harsh push and you saw Madison, and Zoe in a deep conversation. 

“Madison?” You called, Madison turned her head towards your direction and gave you a fabricated smile.

“Y/N,” She chimed, pulling you inside the dark room. Candles were accurately put around the room which made you chuckle uncomfortably, 

“Ugh, Madison…I know we’re close but we’re not that-”

“Get your head out of your ass, the candles aren’t to romanticize” Madison interrupted, rather queasily. 

Ignoring her remark, you sat on the edge of the bed. 

“I know you haven’t been the same since…you know…Kyle” She spoke, cautiously. 

“And we know it’s been a tough couple months… he was your first love” Zoe added, 

“I’ve been trying to forget” you said, giving them a sympathetic smile, it hurt you to much to talk about him…so you did everything but. 

Madison gave Zoe a look, 

“Listen, don’t scream alright? I’ll explain everything later.” Madison got up and walked into the bathroom, 

“C’mon you braindead little-” Madison pulled a body from out of the bathroom, your heart began to race as you saw the familiar curls bounce as he struggled to regain balance. 

Letting out a frustrated groan, he yanked his arm from her grasp squeezing his hands into tight fists. 

His gaze stayed focused on the floorboard, with a crabbed frown on his face. 

“Kyle?” The call left your lips as a helpless whisper, the utter realization that the love of your life– who died in a bus crash months earlier, was standing in front of you..as if it never happened. 

Scars were evident on his neck, and his once coloured cheeks were pale. The only thing that stayed the same, was his hair. You remembered the movie nights where your head rested gently on his shoulder and your fingers would reach up to his blond curls. He used to love it when you twisted his hair with your fingers, it soothed him, and it comforted him. 

You remembered the warm smile he would give you, before leaning in to give you a tender kiss that would leave your lips tingling. He was a gentleman, the kind that would open doors for you, pay for anything you wanted, and made sure you came first in whatever scenario you two ended up getting yourselves into.  

It was his subjective self that allured you to stay home that day, or else you too would’ve been apart of the accident. He persuaded you to stay…he thought the party might be too overwhelming for you, and as a matter of fact, it was. Sometimes you wished you went, so when he died you would’ve been there with him, but that was completely absurd, you were 18 and in love for the first time, you would do anything when you were new to the feeling…anyone would.

He slowly lifted his head from the moment he heard your voice. *gif*

His eyes locked with yours, and you felt yourself falling in love all over again. It was a feeling you missed. You missed the sensuality of when Kyle was the one thing on your mind, you missed the butterflies in your stomach when his thumb would graze your cheek, and you missed the rare but meaningful heartfelt moments when he would pour his heart out to you. You missed being in love. 

His face contoured with revelation, 

“He can’t talk much, that’s the only downside” Madison quietly added. 

Kyle slowly made his way towards you. 

Because you couldn’t comprehend his re-appearance; you took a step back. Kyle froze,

“No” Kyle said, reasurringly.

“Stay”

Your vision of the man you once loved became a blur, tears filled your eyes…as confusing as it was, Kyle was standing in front of you. 

Kyle began to slowly walk up to you again, his eyes fixated on yours, a reassuring sign that he meant no harm. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, gently cupping your cheeks with his beaten hands. Even in silence, you felt the compassion from his eyes. As glassy as they were, it was the same ones you would see at the end of the day, and in the early morning, Kyle was never the one to constantly pour you his feelings, but he showed them whenever your eyes met…and that was exactly what he was doing. 

Kyle wiped the tears that left your flooded eyes with his thumb, a feeling you missed so much. 

He softly placed his forehead on yours, and let the tip of his nose brush slightly against yours, 

“Y/N,” his rough voice struggled to say again, but it was evident he was using every bone in his body to speak.

Kyle reached up and placed a kiss on your forehead. without removing his hands from your cheeks, he then placed his forehead back on yours,

“I…love…you” 

Kyle then pulled you into an amorous kiss, his nostalgic acts of affection caused those butterflies you missed so much to burst. Just hearing his voice allowed you to sigh in relief, and amply melt in his arms.

He kissed you with passion, as he always did. 

“I love you too” You said faintly, breaking the comfortable silence. Kyle wrapped you in an embrace, as his face hid in the crook of your neck. 

“Don’t…leave” He pleaded. Although you needed an explanation for all of this, the thought was the last thing on your mind, you stayed in his arms, listening to his racing heart, and comforted him as he finally let the tears leave his eyes. 

“I won’t.” 

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first Kyle imagine woohoo!! Enjoy :)

anonymous asked:

"High heels, big deal, I kick your ass." with Bucky, maybe? :)

((Non-angsty Bucky!! Yes please!))

Originally posted by james-boobcanan-barnes

You weren’t an Avenger, you weren’t even an agent or a mutant. You were just a girl wearing a knockout black dress and wicked high heels. Bucky expected everyone to hit on you, going out looking like that to a bar like this. For a minute he was even scared some scumbag would hit on you and not take no for an answer, so while his eyes were glued to you completely owning your way to a seat at the bar he also prepared himself to come to your rescue at some point in the night. 

His eyes never left you - he was telling himself it was getting creepy now, that if he just looked back at Steve for a solid second you would still be there when he glanced back, but he couldn’t force himself to turn away. You were a magnet, and what was he supposed to do when his whole arm was metal? He hadn’t even met you and he was already too far gone for saving. 

It didn’t help at all when another guy sat next to you, blatantly trying to get you to come home with him. Bucky heard Steve mutter beside him “Oh no, he’s trying to steal your girl.” Sarcasm bleeding out of the words like sharpie on paper. You got up to leave with a solid No that even Bucky could hear from across the bar. The guy hopelessly trailed after you, which Bucky knew was a bad idea. If someone else on the street didn’t stop him from preying on a beauty like you, he definitely would. 

“Steve we gotta go.” He nudged his friend with his elbow without so much as a glance away from the door. 

“I think she can hold her own Buck.” Steve said casually between sips of beer. 

“What happened to that Brooklyn punk who couldn’t say no to a fight? C’mon, back me up.” He was on his feet now, ready to come to your rescue. Steve shook his head and stood up, tossing a couple bills on the table to pay for the drinks he was abandoning. 

“Fine, but I’m telling you she doesn’t need any saving.” And just like that they were out the door. 

“Last chance to walk away, I suggest you take it.” You said with a voice so silky and stern that Bucky’s heart fluttered. The guy didn’t budge, in fact he reached out to grab you instead. Bucky only got one step in before the jerk was groaning in pain.

When he reached for you you leaned back, throwing him off balance, and bent down. When you came back up your head slammed into his chin, your knee went between his legs, then his head was being knocked into the same knee. The chances of him getting back up and grabbing you again were slim but just to make sure you shoved his body on its side and shoved the flat part of your heel into his ribs. With a sigh you flicked your hair out of your face and looked up to see two men staring at you. The blonde one looked down at the groaning mess laying on the cement while the brunette was looking at you in complete awe.

Bucky’s jaw was on the floor - your takedown was so smooth it had his head whirring. Clearly your eyeliner wasn’t the only sharp thing about you. 

“Boys,” You nodded with a small smirk playing at your red lips. Bucky watched dumbfounded as you turned around and sauntered away from him. His hand reached out blindly to grab Steve’s arm because there was no way he could hold himself up on his own. 

“Steve, I think I’m in love.” He whispered, still breathless and staring after you absolutely mesmerized. 

rax-writes  asked:

TELL ME ABOUT THE GIRL WHO SITS BEHIND YOU IN MATH

AKSJDKSKJSL OKAY SO shes this goth girl and she always wears diff black heels to class ?? the click sound is v mesmerizing and she oft wears black overalls and shorts and black hats and her name is abigail and her hair is black & teal and shes so smart ??? and she always helps me w the math problems because she knows im dumb as shit and she is Understanding of my dumbass ways lmao she always makes sure that i have the right answer or if i even know wtf is happening in class (which i normally dont)

A Real Lady
Swings ft Beenzino, Gray,Zion.T
A Real Lady

Black hair, high heels, sexy body
A girl who knows but doesn’t wear a skirt too short
But actually looks better in jeans
A girl with a butt that softly swings from left to right
With ankles that are thin enough to wrap a hand around
With arms with slight muscles
When she goes to the pool, all other girls run away
She puts on makeup like she doesn’t have any on
Her kiss is like a bomb, yeah, like how? Like bang
She disposes all the guys who like her, she’s really the best
A girl with so much sense that she pays for the coffee while I’m at the bathroom
I’m pleased on the inside but I say, why did you pay that?
She’s laughs as she stays cool when a fan asks me for a hug
She sends my mom a text sometimes
She allows me to drink with my friends sometimes
She knows how to look good but she has character as well, baby
Yeah, now that’s a real lady

Pedicured toes, she doesn’t show off her sexiness
You’re a real lady, a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re always busy but you always have a lot of time to see me
You’re a real lady, a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity

Overflowing with selfishness, they only receive, don’t know how to give
All the girls who only know themselves fall down
There’s a lot of skinny bodies but not a lot of hearts
The emptiness of a one-night stand, envious of bachelors?
Soulless girls mindlessly waiting in nightclubs, VVIP rooms?
What’s the use of words like pride and integrity?
Where’s the love? Everything is OK with just money
Yeah I don’t give a thing about ya body
They might pretend but they’re just not it, going into bed
I want a type with a bigger heart than a chest
Girl you can throw it in the bag
A girl who has more of her own opinion than money
A girl who can move hearts with words rather than her body
Girl let me get you some, whatever you want
If you pass my standards, you deserve it

Pedicured toes, she doesn’t show off her sexiness
You’re a real lady, a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re always busy but you always have a lot of time to see me
You’re a real lady, a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity

A real lady, I try to stop her but she goes off to work
What she needs isn’t money but a guy like me
A real lady, she doesn’t meet just anyone
She really needs it, a guy like me
An independent girl, like Gwan Soon
She’s like a cat, always landing on her feet
When I sleep in, she always comes and wakes me up
She secretly learns recipes of dishes that I like

Pedicured toes, she doesn’t show off her sexiness
You’re a real lady, a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re always busy but you always have a lot of time to see me
You’re a real lady, a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity
You’re a girl with integrity, a girl with integrity

cr: pop!gasa

Daily Imagine #1

Here is an imagine I wrote for my beautiful friend @shyawn hope you like it :)

“Mary Cate would you like your most recent best seller on the bookshelf in your reading room or just your bedroom” one of my many attractive butlers asked me. “In my reading room is fine along with the others” I replied. I was about to enjoy a nice breakfast with my attractive famous husband, when I was alarmed by a loud beeping. I was brought out of my dream when I realized it was just my alarm. Ugh that meant I had school today. I hate school more than anything else. I slowly got up and began to get ready for my day. It was still pretty warm outside for it being November, so I decided to wear a crop top, high waisted jeans, and a cardigan. I then slipped on one of my favorite pairs of converse, same shoes I wear everyday, and walked into the bathroom. I don’t usually like to wear a lot of makeup so I only put on a little bit, and left my hair in its natural waves. I then went downstairs and ate a bagel quickly before driving myself to school. When driving I usually just play my phone on the aux cord and listen to some Marina and the Diamonds or Ed Sheeran because, well they’re my parents. I mean they’re not really my parents obviously, but I wish they’d adopt me. The drive to school is always shorter than I’d like it to be. I grabbed all of my stuff and walked into school. This weekend was homecoming weekend, which meant a ton of girls wearing most likely black dresses and really expensive heels they wear for about 2 minutes. Now don’t get me wrong I love homecoming and I love wearing a dress and looking like a princess, but having it in our school’s small cafeteria is not ideal. All of the football players were wearing their jerseys because of the homecoming game, and the cheerleaders had on their bows. I slowly walked to my first block English class, while listening to my music. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to where I was going, when I bumped into someone and found myself on the ground. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I should’ve watched where I was going” the person who I’m assuming I bumped into rambled on. “No worries I wasn’t paying attention either” I said, as I reached to pick up my belongings. I went to reach for my journal where I write down all my book ideas, but the other person already grabbed it for me. When I stood up I came face to face with a tall, thin brown haired boy. It took me a minute to realize who it was, and then it hit me. The boy that bumped into me was Shawn Mendes, probably one of the most well know and attractive boys in my school. He smiled down and me and handed me my journal. “I’m Shawn” he said with a warm smile and extended out a hand for me to shake. “Hi Shawn I’m Mary Cate” I said back, hesitantly shaking his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around much?” he asked, as we both began to walk down the hallway side by side. “Well I’m not as popular as you are and don’t hang out with the same crowds as you so maybe that’s why” I said, feeling a little bit awkward because he’s much more popular than I am. “Well we should definitely hang out some time you seem like an amazing girl” he said looking over at me and smiling. “Yeah sounds good to me” I said, and smiled back. We walked the rest of the way to my class making jokes and laughing. As I reached my first class, he stopped me right before the door and handed me my journal. He could’ve just handed me it and walked off, but he held his hand there like he was waiting for me to place mine there. Not wanting to be too awkward, I gently placed my hand in his and he smiled. With that I turned and walked into my first period English class, with a smile on my face that would stay for the rest of the day.

A/N:This is the first of my new daily imagines that I’m starting! I’ve already gotten some requests from you guys which is so awesome I can’t wait to write them for you! I will be posting my next one at some point tomorrow, not sure when because I have mock trial and a party to go to for my friend but I will have it up I promise! Keep requesting and I will get to yours as soon as I can! hope you guys enjoy :)

Cabaret!AU

This was not how he had planned it. It wasn’t how he had planned it at all.

Kageyama Tobio was the head of the most important Air Travelling Transport Building company in Japan, he was younger than most thought for his usual accusative expression and harsh dark eyes gave him not only a more authoritarian look but a certain appeal as well. Work had lead him to travelling all over the world to sign deals and make sure their fellow companies were doing as well as they had said they were. Various contracts were signed each week during unavoidable hideously long meetings. But in the end, it was always for the best.

When he was sent to France it didn’t seem as if it would be an unusual trip, it actually kind of irradiated a common sense to it. Him, along with his assistant and great co-worker Nishinoya Yuu would travel over there and stay for a week. They were expecting to hold, tops two meetings during that time, so the deal could be easily closed and they had time to enjoy Paris.

Things seemed perfect when the contracts were signed during the third day of their stay. Yet things appeared to go down from that point to the young millionaire.

On the fourth night, his way too active co-worker had proposed a night out, which the raven was forced to accept. 

It took them a few wrong turns and hearing twice Yuu’s awful accent to get to where they were going. Tobio hadn’t been aware of the location on which their free time would be spent, dismissing it with a quick thought that clearly stated that his assistant wouldn’t go past having a coffee or a crepe, a semi-formal dinner at tops, like the friends they were. It had been truly unexpected to find himself standing in front of the Le Moulin Rouge and he still couldn’t get rid of his surprise as his sleeve was tugged by his companion, rushing him to come inside.

It only took a few acts for him to get bored, it was not like the girls weren’t pretty, because they were truly stunning, but he couldn’t grasp the concept of tights, and bright clothes. It was all too sparkly. And it was not longer appealing. 

He was only staying because his best friend was basically on the verge of his seat, drooling over every woman that crossed the stage.

But then there was him.

Kageyama hadn’t been paying attention when the main act was presented, just staring at his glass of wine and taking some sips now and then, allowing the liquor to breathe and open.

As he wasn’t looking a petite redhead came out on stage, he was facing back to the public and all it took was a glance behind his shoulder for the public to go nuts!

Said male, which, right there and right then, if you weren’t a regular you’d mistake for a girl, was wearing matte black heels, at least 10 cm, some tights, visible on top of the milky skin adorning his body, a black corset with elegant feathery touches at the top with a matching thong-style piece, which had feathers on the edges, on top of that, there were wings, pitch black wings with a few white ones here and there, making him look like a bird, one that you’d never be able to catch, he truly looked beautiful.

Said male turned around, one wing covering his eyes dramatically, his body standing on an evasive position, yet irradiating sensuality and fragility. As he moved his arm lowering it delicately to caress his thigh, reddish, almost gold eyes were revealed, adorned by thick black lashes and a well painted cat-eyeliner that made his expressions look cunning, mysterious and not to mention desirable. 

‘A Man What Takes His Time’ was playing, and his lips, ripe and cherry colored moved to the lyrics, as if he was singing. Feathers got lost in red locks, and the seductive sound of heels crossing the stage, could be heard. Ghostly steps pouring gracefulness. 

The way he was moving made it feel as if he was enchanting you, flirting with you and only you, not anyone else. 

Tobio looked up as his sleeve was tugged once again, his gaze lifting to meet his friend’s but he was already looking away. As he turned to look at whatever his friend was staring at he became breathless.

At the exact same time he looked, the performer’s chin lifted, and lashes fluttered making you feel as if he was fawning for you. Kageyama was unable to look away.

It was probably too late to notice the black piano on the stage. 

The cherry-lipped boy sat on one side of it, taking off his heels… as if he was undressing just for you. And a playful full-teethed mouth accompanied it, like he knew what was going to happen next. He, then, lied down over it, stomach down and his legs crossed, his fingers barely touching the keys but somehow making it appear erotic. 

Teasingly slow he started undoing his corset, the look in his eyes becoming rather hungry.

Kageyama couldn’t believe how much he would give to be the one undoing the strip.

By the end of the act, the redhead retired with a heaven of black feathers surrounding him. 

“H-Hey, Yuu?”

“Yeah…?”

They were both slurring their words, the image of that pure white body, sinfully gaining the hearts of everyone still not leaving their minds.

“How was he called?”

“They introduced him as Nicotine.

A drug. How clever of him to do, he was addictive and you always felt a trace of him lingering on your lips, no matter how far you sat. Truly impressive.

Just like that, they both stood up, paying and leaving, because somehow, regardless of which girl followed, she wouldn’t be able to come close to what he had done. 

Kageyama laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and from the corner of his eye the sunlight could be seen entering from the room’s window, but he just couldn’t fall asleep, trying to understand the concept of what had happened the night before. 

His heart, considered cold-stone by women, that had been stubborn on the idea of not falling for anyone, had been stolen in a cabaret, by a burlesque dancer, no words needed and in less than 10 minutes.