but they both look good hey

Jack Gilinsky Imagine

It was nothing new for you and Jack, and everyone else to go to the beach. Some would just sit in the sun and tan. Some went for a swim, you were both. And so was Jack.

So at first you sat on the beach and tanned, a little golden brown tan never killed anyone. Sitting on in the sand Sam came up to you.

“Hey” he said standing in front of you  blocking the sun.

“Hey and you are blocking the sun” you smiled at him and he sat next to you. Sam slept next to you in the sand humming to himself. Then turned to you.

“So I think I should be a good friend and inform you that Jack is planing a prank on you.” you looked at him, placing a hand to block the sun.

“Should you be telling me this? Aren’t you better friends with Jack?” Sam looked around then whispered

“Nah, it’s a stupid prank” Sam laughed seeing Jack walk to you two.

“What’s happening?” Jack asked flopping next you and Sam.

“Just ruined your prank but now I’m leaving” Sam said leaving Jack with a wide opened mouth. You laughed and went back to tanning but not before telling Jack

“Don’t even think about it Jack” you heard Jack whine. He loved playing jokes one everyone and also you. But every time he tried to prank you, it didn’t work, ether you would find out before he did it or someone, like Sam, would give you a heads up.

“You know one day they won’t be able to tell you about my plans to prank you” he said leaning closer, right as he was about to jump on you, you opened your eyed to see the guys running over with a big bucked of sea water, just in time you rolled over and they splashed Jack with it. Making him yell out in shock and coldness. You and rest of the guys were left laughing.

  • Boruto: Hey Mom, is Dad a good kisser?
  • Hinata: What?
  • Boruto: Sarada and I were talking and we started wondering which of our dads is a better kisser so I thought I'd ask you.
  • Hinata: U-Uhm...
  • Sasuke: *walks past looking at documents* No.
  • Both: *turn to him*
  • Boruto: No, what?
  • Sasuke: Your father is a terrible kisser.
Beanies and Negotiations (Part 3)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS KILLED ME OKFG. PART THREE PLEAAAAASE ITS SO GOOD

okay please continue writing more for beanies and negotiations i’m in love

part 3 of beanies and negotiations pleaseee??? i love it!!!

Can we please get a part three to Beanies and Negotiations? One where the reader is wearing something else of Juggies and he just kisses her or something cute?

Could you do a part three to beanies and negotiations where the reader and Jughead get together finally

BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS IS LIKE MY CURRENT FAV STORY PART THREEE I NEED IT IN MY LIFE

PART 3?? PLEASE

Please do a part 3 the of the negotiations!! (I cant remember what its called sorry!)

Just discovered Beanies and Negotiations and OH MY GOD. I need some resolution/closure hahaha But really you’re the best x

we all need a 3th part

Heya, could you do a part 3 to beanies and negotiations, and Jughead like finally picks up the courage to ask the reader out?

Could you a third part for “Beanies and Negotiations”? I love it sooooo much!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The widely anticipated part 3 of the Beanies and Negotiations series, in which Jughead and (Y/N) observe their own relationship and come to a realization

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,181

A/N: hmm I wonder if you guys wanted a part 3? haha I had a lot of fun writing this, I’m so glad you guys have liked the Beanies and Negotiations series (which I hadn’t even intended to be a series).  Hopefully this will give you all enough closure.  Enjoy!


Jughead liked to consider himself a very clever and perceptive person.  So when all of his friends were insisting that (Y/N) returned his feelings for her, he didn’t believe it.  After all, he was perceptive enough to notice that.  He noticed Betty’s feelings for Archie, why couldn’t he see (Y/N)’s feelings?  But because of what his friends told him, Jughead took extra care to pay attention to all of his and (Y/N)’s interactions.  He overanalyzed everything she said to him (which was a lot, he realized). He asked himself, Do all friends talk to each other this much?  Later, he came to the conclusion that no, not everyone talked to each other that much, but he and (Y/N) were best friends.  It had always been like that.  Then he started to observe her body language.  He noticed that they touched a lot, maybe more than most friends do.  She always had her hands brushing up against his, her chin resting on his shoulder, her thigh right next to his.  He wondered if maybe this body language meant something a bit more flirty than friendly, but then he reminded himself that he and (Y/N) were always like that, seeing as they were best friends.  While he tried to form a conclusion about (Y/N)’s feelings, Jughead realized that all this overanalyzing was making him fall harder.  He noticed his eyes lingering longer on her sparkling eyes, her radiant smile, and the lines that formed on her face when she laughed.  How can someone be so beautiful? he thought.


“How do you know she likes me?” Jughead stood on Archie’s porch at nine in the evening.  Archie sent him a questioning look, stepping outside to talk to his friend.

“What?” he asked.  “Jughead, what are you doing?  It’s nine o’clock.”

“I know what time it is,” Jughead rolled his eyes.  “But I need to know.  I’ve spent the past week analyzing every interaction I’ve had with (Y/N), but I don’t see it.”  He sighed in frustration and rubbed his face.  Archie sent him a knowing smile.

“Jughead, I’ve known since the day you proposed to her,” he explained, taking a step towards his friend. Jughead’s head snapped up at the mention of the childhood memory.

“We were six,” he reminded Archie, but Archie shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied.  “What matters is she said yes.”

“No she didn’t,” Jughead countered.  “She turned me down.”

“She did,” Archie said calmly.  “But she also accepted, remember?  She promised she’d say yes when you’re both eighteen.  Only three more years, buddy.”  Jughead rolled his eyes but smiled, and Archie laughed.  “I promise you, Jughead, she will say yes.  Ask her out.”  Without a reply, Jughead nodded, turned on his heel, and left.


(Y/N) noticed Jughead’s shift in attitude for the past week.  Deciding not to comment on it, she figured it was something he had to take care of on his own.  Otherwise, she told herself, he would’ve come to her.  Although she repeated this to herself over and over again, she couldn’t help but worry for the boy she had fallen for.  On a Tuesday night, she found herself sitting in a booth that wasn’t her usual booth, and the person sitting across her was not Jughead. Instead, it was Betty that occupied the seat.

“So you wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Betty asked, interrupting (Y/N) from her thoughts.  She perked up and nodded.

“Yeah,” she replied, trailing off.  “So we’ve been best friends since, like, as long as I can remember, and I tell you everything.”  Betty slowly nodded.  

“Before you continue,” she stopped (Y/N), “is this about Jughead?”  (Y/N) bit her lip.

“Yes,” she responded. “I know you know I like him, and you and Veronica and everyone else always say that he likes me but…” she paused for a moment, “how?”

“How do I know?” Betty repeated.  “Because, (Y/N), he proposed to you!”  (Y/N) laughed at the memory.  “He lets you wear his clothes and, hell, his beanie! That boy is as smitten as you are.” She took a sip of her strawberry milkshake.  “Trust me when I say this, (Y/N).  Jughead is head over heels for you.”


Two days later, (Y/N) sat in a different booth.  Her normal booth.  Jughead had yet to arrive, and she was anxiously twiddling her fingers in anticipation.  The bell on the door jingled, causing her to snap her head to face the entrance.  It was not Jughead who entered, but rather Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Kevin.  They all smiled and waved at her, occupying a table that was within earshot of (Y/N)’s booth.  She groaned at her friends’ eagerness to eavesdrop.  When the bell jingled again, (Y/N) didn’t look up.  Jughead sat down in the seat across from her, watching as she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes.

“Hey, Juggie,” she smiled shyly.  He smiled back, equally as timid.

“Hey.”  The two sat in silence, both contemplating how to phrase their newly found revelations.  How do you tell your best friend that you’re in love with them?

“How’s your book coming along?” (Y/N) attempted to make small talk.

“It’s good,” Jughead answered.  “Kinda slow right now since nothing has happened, but I figure it’s only a matter of time.”  They both laughed, and just like that, the tension in the atmosphere cleared.

“This is weird,” (Y/N) commented, referring to their seating arrangement.

“It is,” Jughead laughed. “Come over here.”  (Y/N) smiled and stood up, moving onto the same side of the booth as Jughead.   She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Something’s different, Juggie,” she whispered.  Jughead looked down at her and smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he agreed.  “Things are changing.”

“You know, I…” (Y/N) struggled to find the words to explain how she felt.  She swallowed, then looked up at Jughead and smiled.  “I liked wearing your beanie.”  He threw his head back with laughter.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him, “because I was humiliated.”

“You were not.”  (Y/N) lightly shoved him, and he laughed again before they both fell quiet.  They sat there like that for a few minutes, Jughead’s arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder, his head on top of hers.  Each of them were caught up in their own whirlwind of thoughts.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted the silence, causing her to look up at him.  His voice caught in his throat.  “I-” he didn’t finished his sentence, but instead cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers.  She sat there in shock for a moment, and then placed her hand on his chest as she kissed back.  A few tables away, Archie, Kevin, Veronica, and Betty stood up and cheered.  Jughead and (Y/N) pulled apart, laughing as their foreheads rested against each other.  Jughead took his beanie off and placed it on (Y/N)’s head.  She smiled.

“Endgame!” Kevin yelled, pumping his fist up.  Everyone laughed.

“(Y/N), I-”Jughead started, but (Y/N) cut him off with a smile.

“I know, Juggie.  I know.”

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our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple

!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there

(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)

(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)

(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)

(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)

also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌

The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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some more thoughts on the sensates, season 2:

  • will: this boy has TOO MUCH heart he cares about everyone so much i cannot believe a str8 white male character can give me so little grief everyone take notes. cheekbone game is also still strong, but with too much time covered in stubble imo
  • sun: SUN FUCKIN BAK i cannot believe how far my soft baby bird kickass diamond of a character has come she’s so GOOD, but she can also break your neck i love her so much. in more important news however she got reunited with her dog. heckin yes 11/10.
  • lito: continues being the absolute Most™ and we all love him for it. ”i’m practicing””for what?””for my future as a homeless, unemployable failure”. i mean what a fuckin Leo- also relatable as all hell. my beautiful proud gay son. what a gem.
  • riley: sweetest bean in the entire universe, most unrealistic part of s2 is that no one would trust her. she loves a dopey police officer from chicago so much and most importantly she really likes boning him. also shout out for her immense knowledge of graffitied hovels, v impressive.
  • capheus: my newest kid hit it out of the park. he doesn’t have a clue how he got here but he’s still the best person i know and if he doesn’t end up as the president of the world by the end of the series then what are we even doing here?????? also hell yeah my boy got some proud of u bud.
  • nomi: what the hell is this radiant angel and how is she making money. i can’t believe she’s responsible for all of the sensates not being in prison, mvp of the whole fucking show. she’s basically r2d2 if it was a hot, genius woman who fuckin OWNS it. 10/10 five stars would watch again.
  • wolfgang: “he doesn’t really talk” except when he does he BREAKS MY HEART. still the most problematic of all my children but i don’t care i just want him and kala to be happy god fuckin damnit. also i can appreciate the commitment to both his Look and his woman. good one dude.
  • kala: the rambliest and also the smartest, god bless her. honey thinks too much about good and bad when it’s so obvious that she’s a Hoe for the bad boys- specifically German bad boys with unresolved anger issues. also shot a gun and it was pretty fuckin hot tbh.

other thoughts on other characters:

  • whispers: hey man FUCK YOU and also FUCK OFF
  • jonas: what is the point of u doesn’t naveen andrews have better things to do honestly.
  • daniela & hernando: sometimes a family is two gay dudes and their drama queen best friend and that is beautiful..
  • amanita: QUEEN of supportive spouses also she loves nomi so much, can relate.
  • diego: i found myself whispering “no diego no” to myself and it made me laugh so there u go.
No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 5)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 961

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this part written out! Hope you guys enjoy the update, though :)

Originally posted by espressobuns

“Sam…I thought we’re going to this concert as a group. Why do I need a date for this?” you whined through the speakerphone as you searched through your closet for an outfit. “Sure, Wanda and Pietro have their plus ones and all, but I’m perfectly fine going alone and you’re going alone too, aren’t you?” you remarked, hoping that convinced your friend to let you be.

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The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

read it here on AO3!

“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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Good Shipping People vs Bad Shipping People
  • Person: Hi!
  • Me: Hello!
  • Person: So, I ship *insert ship name here*
  • Me: I do too! Why do you ship it?
  • Person: Oh, it's just so cute! I mean, look at them, both boys together. All of my ships are gay. All. Of. Them.
  • Me: I think it's good cause of evidence that supports it.... And how their personalities work.
  • Person: Really? I've never noticed that! Oh well, hey look another gay ship with them!!!! MY NEW OTP.
  • Me: Damn it.
  • Note: Do not be like this person. All ships have a way of being good, and you shouldn't ship just cause it's a boy and a girl or a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl. Ship cause you think that personally they could be a good couple.

i feel like lance and pidge’s friendship isn’t appreciated enough so….. here are some lance ‘n pidge things that are def canon

  • pidge will seek lance out just to sit on him, even if there’s plenty of empty room on the couch
    • especially likes sitting on his back or on his legs if he’s laying down
  • always asking for facts about the other’s special interests (lance’s is fish, especially sharks. pidge’s are lizards and robotics)
  • sometimes when pidge is hyperfocusing lance will stick random things in her hair like pencils and paperclips
  • likewise, if lance is hyperfocusing pidge will put things in the hood of his jacket
  • constantly trying to give each other wet willies. CONSTANTLY.
    • pidge has set up really elaborate situations, sometimes involving allura and shiro pretending to need lance for something important, just to lead him into a wet willy trap
    • lance on the other hand will just chase her around and try to get hunk to grab her when she runs past
  • lance, every time he’s sitting on a couch with pidge: *sticks bare foot in her face* lick it
  • pidge sleepwalks sometimes and lance has gone into the kitchen looking for a snack at 2 AM and found her rifling around pointlessly in drawers 
    • he just. quietly takes her by the arm and leads her back to her room
  • lance: hey pidge if i decide to [insert really bad idea] what’s the probability that [insert incredibly unlikely but positive outcome] pidge, not looking up from laptop: i’d say there’s a 0.5 to 1% chance of that working out in your favor lance, already doing the thing: good enough for me
  • lance and pidge both stim by chewing and they both LOVE chewing pencils
    • back in the garrison days lance would buy packs of pencils specifically for him and pidge to chew on while studying
    • they can get through a pack of twenty in like an hour
  • pidge also likes to stim by zipping and unzipping things, so sometimes lance will let her borrow his jacket so she can just zip away
  • lance dissociates when he gets very stressed and pidge is always the one to get him some cold water and stay with him until he starts coming back to reality (also to make sure he doesn’t do anything weird like get into his lion for no reason)
  • talk to each other about their families when they start missing them too much

guys but listen

  • so after the foxes win everyone starts paying attention to them
  • suddenly the press is all over their social media and wants them on talk shows and panels all the time
  • and they do it bc they could use some good publicity tbh and they rly need a bigger team
  • one day allison (her and neil are bffs now dont fight me on this i s2g) is watching tv w neil and he is rly into what’s happening and she pulls out her sc and starts taking a video
  • she holds the camera so both their faces show and goes “hey neil” and and when he starts to look over she kisses him on the cheek (allison reynolds does not give 2 shits about neil’s scars and she’s gonna show every1)
  • the video ends just as neil smiles
  • ppl on the internet lose their shit !! this video is everywhere
  • allison moved on from seth and NEIL JOSTEN is dating a teammate
  • so they go on a lowkey trashy talk show (and everyone warns neil to keep his mouth shut)
  • the lady is like “so neil i hear ur in a relationship with one of ur teammates”
  • all the foxes hold their breath he’s too unpredictable
  • wymack takes a drink
  • andreil arent hiding anything really they just dont do pda so neil is like “oh ya we like to keep our relationship private tho lets talk about exy”
  • and she is like “well it didnt look like you were keeping it private when allison posted this on her sc” and she plays the video
  • all the foxes start laughing except kevin, andrew, and aaron
  • allison is literally losing her shit and matt has trouble breathing for a few seconds
  • and the lady is like “…um did i miss something haha”
  • and nicky takes pity on her “we’re just laughing bc neil and allison are definitely not dating sry”
  • and she is like “???????????? but ur still dating a teammate”
  • kevin quickly redirects the conversation back to exy bc they do not have the time to sit here and talk about andreil’s love life jfc
  • she cant get anything else out of them
  • so ppl are just losing their minds for like a week trying to figure out who neil is dating when renee posts a pic on instagram of them w the caption “neil drove me to lunch and paid for my meal” ((they actually talk about andrew lol))
  • and now every1 is like omg !! this is it!!
  • so the foxes are doing a panel and they get through a decent amount of exy related questions and then
  • “i have a question for neil. would u like to comment on ur relationship w renee walker??”
  • “id like to comment that my relationship w renee is that we r good friends and that id like to talk about exy now”
  • they cant get anything else out of anyone
  • so now ppl rly confused bc neil is a Straight Man and only Dan is left but her and Matt are very publicly dating 
  • what kind of sexual deviancy is this ??????????? is neil josten engaging in some kind of polyamorous relationship with his teammates?????? no one can answer
  • ok so next talk show 
  • this woman barely gets the introductions out before she leaps right in
  • “neil are you currently in a relationship with dan wilds despite the fact that she is dating matt boyd?” 
  • neil has had enough
  • this boy just wants to play exy hes too old for this
  • he just stares at her
  • he cant even speak like who is this woman??
  • he didnt ask to dismantle heteronormativity in america but apparently he has to
  • “i dont have a gf”
  • she stares back
  • “are you no longer in a relationship with one of your teammates as you previously stated?????”
  • the foxes are getting worried neil might kill her
  • it’s getting very hard not to laugh
  • neil stares a little longer
  • “i dont have a gf
  • the host’s eyes widen
  • the audience goes silent
  • “am i to understand that neil josten, breakout exy player of the year, has just come out??”
  • ppl start clapping (some ppl boo and nicky starts to flip them off before kevin grabs his hand)
  • this woman has just gotten one of the best stories of her life on live television
  • she cant stop smiling
  • once again kevin steers the conversation back to exy (even when he isnt insulting ppl why does neil always have to cause problems ??) and doesnt let her go back
  • there’s wild speculation about which boy he’s dating bc it doesnt makes sense ?????/
  • aaron has been seen kissing katelyn after games
  • kevin and thea are now officially dating
  • nicky is v vocal about his bf (like 12 times a day on twitter)
  • matt and dan are definitely still dating
  • andrew is not capable of relationships ????? and him and neil hate each other ???/
  • the answer comes 3 weeks later
  • they are all in the girls’ room for a movie night
  • everyone but renee is slightly drunk
  • allison and renee take a cute pic
  • in the background u can kinda see neil asleep on andrew who in a rare display of affection actually has a hand in his hair
  • allison notices right before she posts it on instagram but andreil have already said that they arent rly trying to hide their relationship they just arent going to go out of their way just for crazy talk show hosts
  • and DAMN
  • the way they are leaning against each other is unmistakable (esp in light of recent news) 
  • neil josten and andrew minyard are in a relationship?????? have been in a relationship?????? the ppl need confirmation
  • neil’s twitter (that he uses to retweet exy players and occasionally start fights w them) is being blown up
  • finally he goes on twitter and makes his first original tweet 
  • “Andrew is my boyfriend.”
  • twitter literally explodes and “andreil” is trending for a week

I saw this and was like…no way…this cant be real…this has got to be a photoshop crap post…

But holy shit this is real

Cosmo has since deleted this tweet, but not before major news outlets picked this up and countless twitter users screen captured it.

I have NO IDEA what the PR person behind this tweet was thinking. Like…have we as a society become so shit that a woman can be dying or sick, but at least she is skinny, amiright?

I have a friend who is chonically ill and goes through weight fluxuations, and whenever she starts becoming skinny again (an indication of a downswing in her health), she will complain about the fatigue and aches…and some co-worker of hers will reply with “But at least you look good.” It’s salt on an open wound. It’s not the compliment you think it is.

Reminds me of how people, both men and women alike, piled on Angelina Jolie for eliminating her risk of breast cancer (she carried a gene that put her at greater risk) by surgically removing her breasts. better to be more appealing to cishet men than dead???

Runway models are so underweight and unhealthy looking, pressured to be unnaturally underweight and a size 2 is considered “too fat”…but hey at least they are skinny…Skinnier the better no matter what, right?

Like…what???

Cosmo has not as of the date of this post made a public comment. There could be just a tone deaf “I wasnt thinking whoopsie” story behind this. But still…that possible behind the scenes story doesnt erase the crazy, dangerous message sent by that tweet and corresponding in depth article. 

If anything…we have really warped ideas of what beauty “should” be….really warped ideas on body weight

the exchange • monty de la cruz

a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!

warnings: swearing, smut, the usual

 you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty sure that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?

 you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.

 "y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. “uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair. 

 "well,“ the coach booms, “these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor. 

 "yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.” “this is bullshit.” monty says standing up. “mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.

“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze. “okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.

 you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor. you inhale sharply, take one last look at yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout. 

“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom. “this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you.

*time skip to 2 weeks later*

 "yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker. “well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you. 

you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker. clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.

 "okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally the nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.

 "please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more. you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.

 "hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.

 "goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in. you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins. 

 "y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking. “okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”

 throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a word. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day. 

 *time skip through the rest of the day* 

 you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.

 on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs. “welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house. 

“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you. “you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper. 

 you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment. 

 the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear. “you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more. 

you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics. you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him. he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently. “monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin. 

his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down. “god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.

 "not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck. monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.

 "let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out. you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants. 

you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan. “shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes. 

 "i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest. he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you were whimpering and monty spoke up again. “look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him twitch and groan.

 he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too. 

 he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.

“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”

 a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.

Feelings For You

Characters: Jughead x Reader 

 Word Count: 1,892 

Warnings: None, some angst and fluff

 A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fic I’ve posted on here so I’m sorry if it sucks. Feedback is appreciated and as always, requests are open! 


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 It was the first day of school again at Riverdale High. Students were bustling through the hallways eager to see their friends they lost touch with over the summer. You walked readjusting the strap to your bag on your shoulder, making sure your hair didn’t get caught. It was weird walking without him by your side, and you felt very lonely. 

Your blank expression was soon replaced with a fake smile as Betty Cooper walked over to you with a girl you didn’t recognize. “Hey y/n, I wanted to introduce you to our new classmate Veronica Lodge.” She said with a peppy smile. Veronica turned to you with an awkward smile, clearly seeing through your fake expression. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced as you held out your hand. Veronica took it with a smile. 

“So how’s your first day going?” You asked. “Well, it’s not New York, but it’ll suffice.” She said with a soft smile. You nodded. “Hey y/n where’s Jughead, you guys are usually attached at the hip.” Betty said with a laugh. You immediately stiffened at the mention of him. “I don’t know, we haven’t talked in a couple weeks.” You said quietly as you looked down. “Well I gotta get to class, I’ll see you guys later.” You said with another fake smile plastered on your face before walking away. 

 You pulled your phone out to look at the time only to see that you had two minutes to get to class. “Crap.” You basically ran the rest of the way there and immediately plopped into the first seat available near the back of the class. The bell rang seconds after letting you know you made it on time. 

 “Good morning class, how was your summer break?” The teacher asked blandly as he situated himself in front of the white board to begin the boring lecture he had in store. You started to take notes on the topic, Intro to Advanced Literature when someone ran into the classroom, clearly late. You only looked up when you realized the person took a seat next to you, seeing as it was the only one left. It was Jughead. 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you tucked a strand of your h/c hair behind your ear. He quickly pulled out his notebook and started to copy down notes trying to avoid the teacher’s stare. Eventually the teacher let it go with a warning. “You’ve never been one to be late.” You muttered quietly, loud enough for him to hear. “I was taking care of something.” He replied as he tried to catch up on all the note taking. You nodded slowly as you bit your lip nervously, your last memory with him making it’s way into your mind. 

 “Oh stop Jug.” You grinned as you pulled your arms closer to your body, trying to keep all the heat you could closer to your body. “But seriously, how much more do you think Betty could pine over Archie? You have to admit, it’s kind of funny, she’d bend over backwards for him.” He laughed. You shivered as you chuckled. 

Jughead noticed and quickly discarded his jacket, handing it over to you. “No, I can’t. You’ll get cold.” You said pushing it back to him. “y/n, I would probably be the world’s suckiest best friend if I go on without letting you take my jacket. So go on take it, it would make me feel better.” He argued. You rolled your eyes as you ended up taking the jacket. You wrapped it tight around our body as you both continued your walk in the cold summer air. 

“Hey, the lake is right over there, let’s go sit down.” You said as you speed walked over to a rockier area to get a good open view of the water. You both sat next to eachother as you admired the water and the way the moonlight hit it. The soft ripples and the sound of rushing water gave you a sense of peace. You looked up at him with a smile, even sitting down he was a good foot taller than you. “What?” He laughed as he noticed you staring. “I don’t know, I’m just… happy. I feel stress free and calm, collected for the first time in a while.” “Your welcome.” He grinned cheekily as you swatted his arm lightly. 

“But really. This is gonna be my happy place, whenever something goes wrong, I’m gonna think of this. The water calming my every move. You sitting right beside me with that dorky smile of yours.” He looked at you as he clung to every word you were speaking. You sighed contently as you turned to look at him again, realizing his eyes had never left you. 

He stayed silent as his blue eyes flickered from yours to your lips. He slowly reached out a hand and pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, causing you to be even closer to him, and then his thumb traced your jaw line. He smiled softly and then suddenly, you felt a pair of lips on yours. You couldn’t breathe, his soft lips moved against yours and you didn’t stop it. You reciprocated the action as your hand found its way into his dark messy hair. 

A moment later as if being lifted out of a trance, he immediately pulled away and looked shocked. “I-I.. I gotta go. I’ll text you later or something.” He mumbled before standing up and walking away. You blinked as you stared at where he once was. Did that just happen? Your fingertips lightly touched your lips as you felt the warmth that wasn’t there a moment ago. 

You stood up, still slightly confused before starting your walk home, overthinking the event that had just occurred. Once you made it into your house and up to your bedroom safely, you pulled out your phone and opened up your messages with Jughead. 

 “Hope you made it home ok, see you tmrw?” 

 You took off his jacket and threw it over your desk chair as you changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of old shorts for bed as you waited for him to respond. 

“K.” 

That was his only response the entire night. “He did not just “K” me.“ You thought before climbing into your bed and letting your comforter consume you as you drifted off into an uneasy sleep. The next morning you woke up and immediately checked your phone to see if there were any new messages from Jug, but there weren’t. You sighed heavily before getting up and pulling your hair into a quick messy bun and going downstairs to make a bowl of cereal.

 "Hey dad.” You greeted as you saw him sitting at the table with a newspaper in front of him. “Where’s mom?” He looked up at you briefly before settling back on the paper. “I dunno, I think she’s out with her friends from the Gardening Club or whatever she’s into these days.” Your father grumbled. You nodded as you went to grab the milk for your cheerios before settling down across from your father at the table. 

 Halfway through eating, the doorbell rang and your father gave you a look that meant you had to answer it. You groaned softly before getting up and swiftly walking to open the door. When you did, Jughead stood there with a small smile on his face. “Hey.” He greeted quietly. “Hey Jug, what’s up?” “I was wondering if you had a minute, I wanted to talk to you… about last night.” You nodded and shut the door behind you to give the two of you some privacy.

 “Jug-.” “Ok look y/n, what happened last night shouldn’t have happened.” He stated bluntly. Your face fell for a second as you waited for him to continue. “It was one of those heat of the moment things, I mean I could never date you.” He said quickly. “The whole thing was just a really bad mistake and-.” 

 “Fine. If it was such a huge mistake then just leave. I get it, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed back.” You said as you started to retreat back to your house. “Wait y/n that’s not what I-.” “Please leave.” You interrupted again with a sad glare. “Hold on-.” “Leave.” You said in a firmer tone before going back into your house and locking the door. 

 “Everything alright dear?” Your father asked from the kitchen. “Yeah… everything’s fine.” Your voice cracked as you quickly went up to your room, your appetite spoiled. 

 The bell ringing woke you up from your daydream, and you were grateful that this particular class was over so that you could escape without making a scene. “Y/n wait.” You heard and recognized his voice. You tried to walk a bit faster, not wanting to talk to him. “Slow down. Please.” He said as he tried making his way through the other students crowding the hallway. 

He was somehow able to get though and grabbed your arm. You looked up at him in distress. “Let me go, you’ve already done enough.” You said as you tried pulling your arm back. He stood in front of you blocking your path, most of the students had cleared out by now. “Please just hear me out. I need you back.” He said. You blew a stray hair away from your face as you looked up at him with narrowed eyes. You quickly looked at your phone to see that your next class didn’t start for another few minutes. 

You sighed. “1 minute. That’s all I’m giving you.” He nodded. “Ok look, I was a dick, and I know that. I just didn’t want to admit my-.” He’s stopped talking debating wether or not he should finish the sentence. “Admit your what?” You asked softly. He looked down at you and without a second thought his lips were on yours again. 

 You didn’t have much time to react, you stood frozen in shock for the first couple of seconds before melting into it. A few seconds later and his pink lips departed from yours as his hands found their way to rest on your hips. “My feelings for you.” He murmured as he looked into your e/c eyes. 

Both of your hands found its way to both sides of his face before pulling him down to kiss you again. “Oooooh. Get it Jug.” A voice called out, most likely Reggie. When you needed to breathe again, you let go of eachother, his lips were slightly swollen as were yours you were assuming. “I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said as his hand interlocked with yours. You squeezed it, assuring him you had forgiven him. 

 He was still facing you as his face flushed red before speaking again. “Ok so I really suck at this, but, would you like to on a official date, Friday maybe?” He asked with hope clear in his eyes. You grinned before getting on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek before walking away to your next class which you were almost late for. “I’m assuming that was a yes!?” He shouted after you. “We’ll see!” You shouted back with a wry grin before disappearing into the classroom as he smiled to himself and walked to his own.

Originally posted by riverdaily

Business and Pleasure - Part 12

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,359

Warnings: Swearing 


Originally posted by buckysclique


Neither of you had slept that night. You were wrapped in each other’s embrace until the moment Bucky had to leave. You had insisted on going to the airport with him, despite his protests that it wasn’t necessary. You wanted to, though. You couldn’t let him leave on his own.

There was a time when you prayed that he would be sent away on business, but things had changed so much in so little time. You wanted to show him that you were serious, to reassure him that your relationship would survive even despite the distance.

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“Seventeen Days” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: from this point on, i’ll be doing an extended author’s note at the end of every chapter so i’m not ruining the chapter in this note. tags have been kooky with me, but the tagging list for this story is still open! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

He easily pulls you up onto your feet in a fluid motion. “Hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes.

“Oh no, I’m the idiot looking at my phone and - oh, thank you,” you beam as he bends over to picks up both your phone and suitcase for you. You suppress the appreciative sigh bubbling up your throat as you get a good view of his butt.

Thank you, indeed.

“Why are you lugging around a huge suitcase in the middle of the -” He pauses as he catches your expression of admiration. “Hold up, were you just checking out my ass?”

Rapidly blinking doesn’t help your brain come up with an excuse, so you own up to the question with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, but it’s a really nice ass,” you confess. “You must do, like, a million squats a day or something.”

A pleased look crosses his face. One hand goes on his hip while the other coquettishly bats the air. “Stop, girl. You’re making me blush,” he unabashedly grins.

Outstretching two thumbs-up, you flash him a radiant smile. “Whatever you’re doing, continue it,” you encourage. “And sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where Pym Hall is? I was looking at the map on the school app, but it’s -”

“- Really small, like it’s made for ants, right?”

Your jaw slightly drops while your eyes arch upwards. “Those were my exact thoughts!” you exclaim with surprise.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who hates the map,” he chuckles. “Pym Hall is just across the quad. It’s the second building with the statue of the lion.” He pauses, his eyes dropping to your huge, green suitcase. “I could take you there if you want.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.”

“Pym Hall doesn’t have any elevators.”

The polite rejection you’re about to deliver stops at your throat as you recall your room is on the third floor. A sheepish smile curls up and you push the suitcase his way. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, no problem. I have nothing better to do, might as well help out a pretty girl,” he winks.

Are all Earth boys super nice? With a smile big enough to light up a city, you hold out your hand, enthusiasm glittering from your eyes. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way. I’m a transfer student.”

He grabs your hand and energetically pumps it up and down. “Sam Wilson, at your service.”

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