Summary:You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 1805
Warnings:Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much. I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics. Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]
Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy. Pleasant in the morning? No.
Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear
with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same. Though the bear was more likely to let you
live, come to think of it. But desperate
times called for desperate measures.
head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half
open. You took that as an invitation,
though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that
should the time come. You kicked the
door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering
the world of consciousness. You signed
“good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back
to you. He grinned puckishly before
speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”
There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.
I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.
I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.
I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.
The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.
“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”
“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.
“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.
“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.
“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.
I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.
“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”
I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.
“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.
“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.
“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.
“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.
My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.
“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.
“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.
“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.
He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.
He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.
“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.
I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.
He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.
“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.
I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.
“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.
“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.
Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.
“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.
“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.
“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.
I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.
“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.
“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.
I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.
“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.
“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.
“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.
“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.
He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.
“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.
I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.
We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.
He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.
It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.
“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.
“Just tell me if you want me to take over.” Phil was currently sitting on the bed, an amused smirk covering his face. I shook my head determinedly.
“No,” I insisted. “I can be dominant too!” He rolled his eyes. Walking up to him, I gripped his jaw and forced him to look up. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Sorry, master. It’s just quite funny that you’d think I was submissive at all.” He chuckled. I was quickly growing tired of his lack of cooperation, anger boiling in my stomach. Lowering my voice, I leaned in close to his ear.
“Strip, or I’ll have to punish you.” His breath seemed to hitch for half a second before falling back into place. The smirk returned easily. It happened so quickly I found myself doubting if it had actually been real.
“As if you could punish me. Go ahead.”
Finally. I shoved him backwards, hurriedly undoing my belt and pulling his hands over his head. Using the belt as a restraint, I locked his wrists to the headboard. Phil bit his lip, glancing at the leather strap holding his arms up.
I brought his attention back to me by straddling his hips. Making sure that he was watching, I dragged a hand down my chest teasingly before catching hold of my t-shirt, pulling it off as slow as I could. Then I brought my fingers to the button on my pants.
Phil watched attentively as I undid my black jeans, pushing them down my hips along with my boxers. I stroked myself lightly. A barely audible whine fell from his mouth, and his eyes darkened as he stared. Parting his lips subconsciously, I watched his tongue wet them. I chuckled low.
“Eager, are we? You sure slipped into your role easily.” His cheeks turned crimson, and he averted his eyes. Moving up to straddle his chest, I brought my tip to his mouth. “Go on, sweetheart.”
Still flustered, he parted his lips. I pushed in slowly, tangling my fingers in his hair. I used the black strands to pull him further, only stopping when I hit the back of his throat. Then I pulled back out before repeating the movement.
Tears formed in Phil’s eyes as I thrusted roughly, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly as he gasped for breath. He tried his best to relax and pleasure me properly, choked moans falling from his lips. I groaned as I watched him, some unknown part of me loving how he looked when he was being controlled like this.
“Look at you, taking me without complaint,” I purred, jerking my hips hard one more time before dragging his mouth off. He gasped for breath, a few tears falling from his eyes. His hair was a mess from my fingers pulling at it. Yet he looked up at me hopefully, begging to please me further. Not a submissive, hmm? I beg to differ.
Releasing his hands, I got off of him. “Strip,” I ordered again. This time he hurried to obey, practically ripping off his shirt and jeans. Then he kneeled on the bed, waiting for my next command. I raked my eyes over his exposed skin hungrily. Phil whimpered softly, running a hand over himself.
“Please, Dan… I want you..” His voice was hoarse from my rough treatment. I glared at him. Pushing him backwards, I restrained his wrists with my belt again.
“Don’t be so greedy.”
“Sorry,” He whispered meekly. I hummed in response, leaning down to attach my lips to his collarbone. He shuddered, turning his head to give me better access. I bit and bruised his pale skin, gripping his thighs as I slowly moved down his chest. Phil had crossed his legs sometime after getting undressed, hiding himself from view. I sat up and slipped my fingers in between his thighs.
“Let me see you, baby,” I purred, using my hands to pull them apart gently. He blushed, avoiding my eyes. Hmm.. submissive Phil is shy… Trying to assure him, I leaned forwards to kiss him softly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.” I whispered against his lips.
His blush deepened, but he did kiss me back after a moment. Taking that as a cue to continue, I leaned over him to grab the bottle of lube. But as soon as he saw what I was holding, he tensed up again. I sighed.
“What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?” I asked, brushing his fringe off of his sweaty forehead. Phil shook his head, murmuring meekly.
“N-no, I just… Who’s topping?” His eyes were wide and nervous. Ohhhhhhhh…. Chuckling, I kissed him again, letting him melt against me.
“I may have some dominance in me, but I’m no top.” Phil visibly relaxed. Pouring a bit of lube onto my fingers, I began to warm it up. “Now… You get to watch me prep myself.” He moaned softly, rubbing his thighs together in a bid for friction. I glared at him until he stopped.
I dragged my palm down my chest teasingly, sliding it down and under my thighs until I felt my fingertip brush over my entrance. Then I pushed it in. Shutting my eyes tightly, I quickly added another, scissoring them with a groan.
I could hear Phil panting, accompanied with whines each time I thrust my fingers in further. He sounded so desperate, so undone. I finally understood why he had always encouraged me to not hold back the noises. Once I was finally stretched enough, I pulled them out, wincing slightly. Then I opened my eyes.
He was a mess, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark as he struggled not to lift up his hips. I chuckled, pleased to see him trying so hard to obey me. “You’ve been such an obedient little thing,” I hummed, moving up to straddle his hips again. “Can you do one more thing for me?”
Phil nodded. I positioned myself over him, looking into his eyes the whole time. “Beg.”
His cheeks flushed even darker, if possible, but he complied. “Please, Dan! P-please… Ah… Want you to claim me…” I smirked, gripping his thighs as I began to sink down. His words broke into moans, mixing with the stuttery gasps falling from my lips.
My fingers dug into his thighs as I went as far as I could go, leaving dark bruises over his skin. He strained against the tight leather strap around his wrists. “Ple-ease…” He whined, clenching and unclenching his fingers as he pulled.
I admired the sight for a few seconds before lifting my body up and dropping back down. My vision blurred with hazy pleasure, instinct causing me to pick up a fast rhythm.
“S-so good… Dan! Ah!” As much as I wanted to close my eyes and bask in the sound of Phil falling apart beneath me, I found that I was quickly becoming exhausted with my high out of my reach.
“Phil… I need..” He seemed to get the message quickly, rolling his hips up to meet me. The sudden added friction was so good it was dizzying, heat coiling in my stomach almost instantly. I probably would have lost control then, if it wasn’t for the desperate mewl that burst from Phil’s lips.
“S-so… Much… Please, close! Close..” he rambled, hands clenched into fists above his head as he fought off his orgasm. His eyes locked on mine, a pleading question clear in his eyes.
I leaned down to bite one of the marks on his throat, earning a gasp. “You can come… Want you to fill me…” I mumbled against the bruising skin. It took a few seconds for him to register my words before he was shaking, choking out jumbled words and sounds, the clearest one being my name. Then heat shot into my body.
He whimpered as I pulled off of him. I worked my hand over myself, and within a few seconds I was spilling over his stomach with a long moan, white blanketing the red and purple bruises dotting his skin. We both breathed heavily.
I trailed my fingers over his body, collecting the mess there and bringing it up to his lips. Phil, in his post-orgasmic haze, opened his mouth and sucked my fingers clean without complaint.
“You were so good,” I praised him, brushing his messy fringe out of his eyes. It finally seemed to catch up to him what had just happened, a dark crimson blush spreading over his cheeks as he stared down at what I’d done to him. “You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered softly.
He poked one of the bites, wincing, before nodding thoughtfully. Then he met my gaze. “Can… We do that again? Sometime?”
I grinned at him, leaning over to kiss his nose. “Absolutely.”
Request: From the prompt list can I request 10. and 48 with Archie Andrews? 💕💕
AAA this is my first Archie Andrews >.< I thought I’d give it a go! :) I went for less dramatic/descriptive and I really like it so yaaay
10: “Why don’t they just kiss already?”
48: “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”
“Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him,” Veronica and Betty chanted in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes. You were currently sitting in the student lounge, your two best friends at your side, trying to pass the time. The conversation had started casually, talking about online shopping and food. Somehow though, after just a few minutes, the conversation had drifted towards your unavoidable crush on Archie Andrews.
You and Archie had been best friends since you pushed him over in the sandpit when you were 4. You couldn’t exactly remember why you did it, or why he wanted to be your friend afterwards but you were glad that everything had turned out the way it had. The two of you were inseparable, constantly going to one another for support, advice or general banter.
You weren’t entirely sure when your feelings had truly developed into something more than platonic interest, but it was killing you inside currently to spend casual time with him, when you really just wanted to cuddle with him in your arms, to be his girl. You’d even put yourself through supporting Betty when she tried to confess her own feelings, but Archie had turned her down and it had temporarily destroyed her. You didn’t want the same thing to happen to you, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you treasured more than Pop’s burgers.
Betty had found out though. You thought she would be mad at you, think you were going behind her back, but she had just squealed and instantly named herself ‘your personal Cupid’, along with Veronica, much to your dismay. Now everywhere you looked was just a reminder that you weren’t with the boy you loved.
Veronica and Betty had noticed you staring at him in the student lounge, whilst he talked to Jughead. They were now poking you and teasingly chanting words of encouragement in your ear, pretending they were creations of your mind, your conscience telling you to make a move. They even started singing “Kiss The Girl” from The Little Mermaid, but replacing the word ‘girl’ with ‘ginger’.
“Can you not?!” You groaned loudly , burying your face in your hands. When you looked back up, Jughead and Archie were staring at you and your face instantly flushed bright red with embarrassment.
As a way to ‘apologise’ Betty had offered for you to come round to her house for a sleepover and binge junk food with her whilst watching chick flicks. You needed to take your mind off of Archie before you went mad.
You were currently sitting in her lounge, waiting for her to return with a selection of DVD’s for the evening, for such a simple task she was taking an awfully long time. Suddenly she rushed into the room, her eyes lit with that mischief that always sent you into a state of nervous paranoia. That look meant she was planning something devious.
She walked up to you slowly, her hand on her heart in mock sadness, as she gave an exaggerated sniffle. You groaned as you got off of the sofa and turned yourself to face her.
“What happened?” You rolled your eyes at her and she let out another obvious pretend sigh.
“Polly needs me,” Betty picked up her handbag from the coffee table, “So you can’t stay, I’m so so so sorry!”
At this moment, Veronica Lodge casually strolled through the door.
“Ready to go Bets?” She smirked, waving her car keys around before waving at you. You cocked your eyebrow, staring back and forth between your two best friends.
“Sure Ronnie, be there in a sec,” Betty smiled at her girlfriend before turning back around to you. “It’s a sister emergency so I have to go RIGHT NOW, but don’t worry! I found a last minute replacement so it’s all good,” She grinned. Suddenly you heard another pair of footsteps enter the house.
“The door was open,” Archie’s voice came round the corner of Betty’s hallway as he walked into the room, where you were trying not to cringe and the others were trying not to squeal.
“Byeeeee (Y/N)!” Betty chirped in a sing-song voice before grabbing Veronica’s arm and racing out the house.
The door slammed shut and you and Archie stayed there for a minute in awkward silence before he decided to speak up.
“Betty told me you needed cheering up for some reason, but she was busy. She thought that considering I live next door and we’re best friends, I could take her place,” He explained, and you just nodded in response. You walked next door to Archie’s house and settled down in his room. You sat on the end of his bed and he sat on a chair in the other corner. You weren’t used to being so awkward around him, but you just couldn’t find the words to say. You were smitten and it made you tongue-tied.
“Hey, you know I said that we’re best friends?” Archie got off of the chair and sat down on the bed, scooting close to you and taking your hand. You nodded, tensing up at the physical contact.
“We’re still like that right? Recently you’ve been so distant and I just thought, maybe you didn’t want to be around me anymore. Especially with the whole recent events with Miss Grundy and my music… I’ve just been so scared of how people see me and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” He let it all out and you felt your face blush crimson. Somewhere in your brain was telling you that he had just friend zoned you, but you were also analysing his words for secret messages. Maybe he cared so much about what you thought because he liked you back? Maybe he missed you? Maybe and most likely you were making a mountain out of a mole hill…
You noticed he was waiting for your response and you cleared your throat before smiling up at your best friend. “Of course we are Archie, I totally support you and your music, you’ve just been under stress recently and I understand that. Love you okay” You were kicking yourself for this new found confidence. ‘Love you okay?’ What was that?! You rested your head on his shoulder, trying not to cringe as he tensed up. You let out a breath though, as he relaxed and wrapped his arms around you.
Originally, you planned to stay the night. You didn’t have any PJ’s though, so Archie decided to be a gentleman and offered you some of his own clothes. You wore a pair of shorts and a plain grey sweater that was large and baggy on you, causing Archie to chuckle. He stepped back and looked at you in awe. You caught him staring and suddenly felt self-conscious.
“W-what?” You stammered, trying to angle your body so you were facing away from him, he just shook his head and smiled.
“You just… uh, you look really cute in my clothes,” He stared down at the ground smiling and your eyes widened, heart fluttering inside.
Eventually, your plan had a last minute change. Fred Andrews came home from work early for the day, and told you with a guilty face that you couldn’t stay round tonight, as he had to have a long talk with Archie. You respected them enough not to ask what it was about, although you were a bit curious. Archie had given you an apologetic hug and had promised to make proper plans with you in the near future.
In a rush to give them their space, you left quickly, gathering your stuff together and heading home before you Skyped your Cupid’s.
They were pleased to hear you’d made progress, but disappointed in that there was no kiss or exchange of romantic words… yet.
“(Y/N) (L/N) you have 10 seconds to get up before I kick you out the door,” Your mum scolded loudly. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, squinting at the morning sunlight that streamed through your blinds.
“What Mum?” You groaned, throwing a pillow at her. She threw it right back at you.
“Fifteen minutes until school starts and you’re not even out of bed! Hurry up!” She opened your blinds fully, so that the sunlight shone directly at you, waking you up properly. The words your mum said slowly registered in your mind before you began to panic and fell out of bed. Your mum rolled her eyes, leaving you to get ready.
You still needed to do your hair, teeth, makeup and grab something to eat on the way to school for breakfast. You didn’t have the effort in you to care about what you were wearing, so you slid on a pair of jeans and khaki converse. You sniffed your armpit, realising that whatever you had on your top half smelt pretty good so probably didn’t need to be changed. It smelt like safety and comfort… if that was possible… something so familiar. Oh well.
You rushed out the door, yelling a ‘thanks’ and ‘goodbye’ to your mum as she chuckled at you.
You’d made it to school with 2 minutes to spare. You leaned against your locker, trying to catch your breath as you wheezed. You hadn’t ran or even exercised properly in a long time and the rush was finally taking its toll on you. Despite the fact that your best friend and long term crush was a great athlete, with the body to show it, you just weren’t exactly in shape.
Turns out the rush was pretty much a waste anyway, as you had a free period first and the whole hallway was disrupted by the sound of you kicking your locker door in frustration, before facepalming and running off to the student lounge.
“Operation Smoochie is a go,” Veronica looked dead serious as she explained yet another plan on how to get Archie to kiss you. You just stared at her bewildered.
“Smoochie?” Jughead raised an eyebrow skeptically.
“Well it can either be taken as an extended word for smooch, or combining both the word ‘smooch’ and ‘Archie’,” She tapped her temple, everyone else gave her doubtful looks. Betty supportively rubbed Veronica’s back but shook her head at her, as if to make it clear that nobody thought ‘Operation Smoochie’ was appropriate. The plan itself didn’t even seem like it could work.
“Well do you guys have any suggestions? A plan? A name? I’m all ears. This has been driving me up the wall ever since I got to this damn town (Y/N), YOU need to sort this out,” Veronica flopped back into the sofa, defeated.
“Sort what out?” Archie came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and causing you to jump and squeal. He laughed as he took a seat on the armrest next to you.
“Her… girls night sleepover plan… it’s been in the making for a long time and she’s yet to get properly organised,” Betty saved you, and you sighed in relief, smiling at her thankfully as she winked at you. You all turned back to Archie, who as staring at you intensely, irresponsive. You blushed under his gaze and waved your hand in front of his face, as if to snap him out of his trance.
“Andrews, is there a special reason as to why you’re staring at me,” You laughed it off, as all your friends sat back and observed the exchange.
“Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Archie retorted, gesturing towards the grey sweater. You felt your jaw drop as you realised this was the sweater Archie had given you to wear last night. That’s why it had smelt so familiar and sweet. Both of you were blushing and Betty and Veronica were grasping at each other’s arms, trying to contain themselves from running around excitedly like 3 year olds.
“I didn’t even realise,” You timidly smiled up at Archie and he smiled back at you… almost lovingly? He shook his head and slung his rucksack over his shoulder.
“I have to go to last minute football practice, come watch?” He extended his hand hopefully to you and you took it, standing up from the sofa and linking your arm through his. You left the student lounge, talking amongst yourselves and laughing in your own little world.
Veronica sighed dreamily. “Why don’t they just kiss each other already?” She whined and the rest of your group nodded in agreement. It was inevitable, you two would have to kiss at some point, especially if Veronica had anything to say about it.
It was the last night that the Drive In was going to be open, and as expected Jughead was upset. He had been a mess all night, although Y/N was the only one who knew it, he wouldn’t dare to show anyone else how he actually felt. They knew he was upset of course, but they never saw him cry over the matter like Y/N did, she was his absolute best friend and his crush. The Drive In had a final showing, and everyone left as soon as the movie was over, everyone except for Jughead and Y/N. They sat on the ground on a blanket discussing the next movie they were going to watch.
“Whats next?” Jughead asked quietly, and Y/N shrugged.
“Whatever you want Juggie, this is your night.” she said tenderly.
“No, its our night, this was our favourite hang out and its about to be demolished. This is just as much your night as it is mine.” he said, sniffling and trying to hold back tears. Y/N rubbed small circles on Jugheads back, and leaned her head on his shoulder, staring off at the screen.
“I honestly don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” she said, and Jughead nodded, standing up. He held out his hand to Y/N and she took it, and he pulled her up. She stumbled and crashed into his chest and he caught her, chuckling and staring down at her. She backed away and tried to hide her crimson blush, brushing herself off.
“Whats so funny, Chuckles?” she said, and Jughead laughed even more. “Whats so funny? Maybe the fact that apparently you don’t know how to stand on two feet. Have you been standing long, princess?” he teased, and she blushed even more at the nickname.
“You’re an ass, why am I friends with you?” she asked, walking towards the film room.
“Because I’m your ass.” he called, walking after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around.
“Wow, cringe alert.” she said, and Jughead rolled his eyes.
“You know what I meant.” he said and she shrugged.
“Do I really?” she teased and he gave her a slight shove.
“Yes, you know me better than anyone.” he said in a serious tone, and she nodded.
“I better, I’m your best friend and I don’t want any secrets between us.” she said, and he nodded.
“Are you keeping any secrets from me?” he asked and she tensed up slightly.
“You don’t need to know.” she said, and grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away.
“Woah I don’t think so, you just said there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.” he said, staring down at her.
“"Are you keeping any secrets from me?” she asked cheekily, and he stared down at the floor. “Wow, your poker face really crumbles when it comes to me.” she teased.
“Yeah whatever.” he huffed. “We should probably get these secrets out of the way, shouldn’t we?” he asked and Y/N blushed, slowly nodding her head. “Yeah, I guess.” she looked up at the raven haired boy. “You should probably go first.” she quickly added, earning a chuckle from the boy.
“Fine, I guess I will.” slowly he walked the rest of the way to the little shack at the back of the Drive In and stopped in front of the door and turned to face the (Y/H/C) haired girl. “Please don’t get mad at what I’m about to tell you.” he said quietly, and she looked at him worriedly.
“Okay…” she said. Slowly, he opened the door to the little room and let her peer inside. Her eyes fell onto a small mattress with blankets and clothes on it. She saw a few pictures around the small place, and she turned to face Jughead. “Are you…?”
“Yeah.” he said quietly. “You already know whats going on with my dad of course, but I got tired of it so I moved out. I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go so I came here.”
“What do you mean you had no where else to go, you could of come to live with me!” she exclaimed, and she saw his face fall even more. “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, its just you could have come and stayed with me. You know that right?” she said quietly, grabbing onto his shoulder and forcing him to look at her.
“Your parents wouldn’t of allowed it.” he said, and it was her turn to spill a secret.
“About that.” she said, giving a nervous laugh. “I don’t exactly live with my parents anymore.” she said, and he looked at her wide eyed. “Please don’t tell the others, they’d take over my house and throw a party, and I cant stand seeing people at our school already, I don’t need to hate them at my house as well.” she said and Jughead laughed.
“I wont, I promise, but what do you mean you don’t live with them anymore?” he asked.
“Well, as you know my parents aren’t all that great either. You know how they were never home and I practically take care of myself anyways, so I got a job and moved out of my house. I’m in a small two bedroom one bathroom apartment and its super cheap but kind of shitty but hey, its better than living with parents who don’t care about me. At least this way I have a reason to take care of myself, and its my own roof so its my own rules.” she said. Jughead slowly nodded his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me before, you have to be careful Y/N, theres a murderer on the loose and having you alone scares me.”’ he said worriedly and she giggled.
“You’re the one to talk, this place has the shittiest locks ever, I could kick down your door in .02 seconds. And I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d freak out.” she said, and he nodded his head in agreement.
“Touché.” he said.
“Anything else you have to take off your chest?” she asked, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well, there is one thing, but I don’t know if I want to say anything.” he said and she rolled her eyes.
“Come on, you can tell me.” she said, and Jughead sighed. “Wait, don’t tell me, I think I know what it is.”
“"What?” he asked, tensing up. There was no way she would know, is there?
“You’re an alcoholic.” she said seriously, and Jughead shook his head. Y/N giggled. “I know that’s not it, you’re just taking way too long to tell me whats actually up.”
“I didn’t find it very funny.” he said, staring down at the ground.
“Wow, and there goes your sense of humor. Seriously Juggie, whats up, just tell me.” she pleaded. A sudden burst of confidence coursed through Jughead and he took a deep breath.
“Fine, here it goes.” he started, and Y/N perked up. Jughead took a few steps forward until he was right in front of Y/N. His gaze fell upon her face, and she looked up questioningly up at him.
“Jughead, what’s going on, I thought you were going to…” she trailed off as Jugheads gaze went from her eyes to her lips, and she quickly caught on to what was about to happen. “Oh…” she said as he started to lean down. He paused right before his lips met hers.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning out across her face, sending shivers up her back. She stood on her toes, closing the gap between the two of them. They stood there for what felt like hours, his lips on hers. pouring every emotion they could into this one kiss. Y/N finally pulled away breathlessly, staring up at the handsome raven haired boy that stood in front of her.
“Thats quite a secret you’ve been holding onto.” she joked, earning a smirk from Jughead.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like you were keeping the same one.” he said, grabbing her hands and leaning down close to her again.
“Its a shame you didn’t tell me earlier.” she whispered and Jughead chuckled, moving to close the gap between them. She quickly pulled away, moving towards the shelves of movies, searching for one to watch. Jughead watched as she looked through the films, and she slowly turned around smirking.
“You’re such a tease.” he said, walking towards her.
“Not a tease, just impatient to watch our last movies here.” she stated bluntly, still smiling. “We have our whole lives to celebrate our little secret, but we only havetonight to celebrate the Drive In.” Jughead nodded, looking through the movies as well. He pulled out (Y/F/M) and showed it to her, and she lit up.
“My favourite!” she exclaimed, and he laughed. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to watch?” she asked, and he nodded.
“I don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” he said, and she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. Jughead set the movie up, and it started rolling.
“Well then, shall we?” she asked, holding out her hand.
“We shall.” he said, taking it. They exited the small shack and Jughead turned to close the door.
“You do realize I’m being serious about you living with me.” Y/N said, walking back towards their spot. Jughead watched her as she walked backwards, smiling at him. Sure he was heartbroken about this being the last night he had at the Drive In, but this night still was a good one. He may be loosing one important part of his life, but he gained another, and he felt like Y/N was going to make it all okay. For once in a long time, he felt happy, truly happy.
“I never doubted it.” he called, jogging to catch up with her. She plopped down on the blanket and Jughead sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her. She snuggled into his side, and they sat there in silence, enjoying the last night there in eachothers company.
A/N: I read this imagine and got inspired so here goes nothing. Credits to the writer.
Summary: Y/n is Isaac’s submissive girlfriend.
Warnings: SMUT,kinda some fluff,Ass spanking,oral (male receiving),unprotected sex (wrap it up dudes),sub/dom relationship & daddy kink.
“Y/n let’s gooo” Lydia whined “Lyd you know I can’t” I frowned “why?” Malia questioned quirking a brow at me “because Isaac wanted to hang out later and if i go to the club with you guys that won’t happen” I explained “since when do you need his permission?” Malia asked “yeah since when?” Lydia mimicked. They didn’t understand Isaac or know him as well as I did. If I didn’t ask for his permission I’d surely pay for it later. Which even though it felt totally great I didn’t feel like getting spanked tonight,my ass still hurting from two nights ago when I had a study date with Liam and it pissed him off.
can i request a smut/fluff where it’s both carl and the reader’s first time?? i love your blog and your stories so much, keep up the good work 💞💞
a/n: Hey long time no see! I’ve been super duper busy and along with all of that I’ve been ill recently but here I’m back, another fic will be up tomorrow I promise! I proof read half of this I ended up not doing the other half so if one half makes no sense then lol you know why. Also the italics are what has happened previously :))) xo
Summary: You and Carl are both virgins and when Carl tells you an embarrassing story of his, it leads to you and Carl becoming closer than ever.
They lay side by side on Carl’s bed as he read a comic to her. He read the comic more than once to her and they continued to lay there, laughing and talking.
“Seriously it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.” Carl laughs and so does (Y/n) when he tells her the story of how he walked in on his dad and Michonne having sex.
“But what did you do after, like, did you run out of the room?” She asks as she looks up at him. He smiles.
“Of course I did, I had Judith in my arms and I went to ask him where her bottles were and well- I went downstairs and waited for them to get dressed. It was horrific.” Carl laughs and so does (Y/n). When their laughing calms down they both sigh and stare up at the ceiling. They sit in silence for a while as they enjoy each others company.
“Do you ever think about it?” Carl mutters, unexpectedly, and (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrow as she turns her head to look at Carl.
“What? About your Dad and Michonne having sex?” (Y/n )smirks and Carl smiles at her, shakes his head, and sighs.
“No, about um…um.” He stutters and has troubling finishing the sentence. He didn’t know how to tell her.
“Sex? Of course I have.” She goes quiet as she blushes a crimson colour and Carls heartbeat quickens within his body. He breaths deeply as he closes his eyes. “Have you?” (Y/n)’s voice turns soft as she whispers loud enough to for Carl to hear. His eye’s widen as he starts to become nervous.
“Yeah.” Is all that leaves Carl’s mouth. They lay in silence for another minute or so until (Y/n)’s hand touches Carls. She started to worry, because she didn’t know whether he thought she touched it by accident or if he did realise that she did it on purpose. She pushed her doubts aside and instead decided she would be bold. She was ready. (Y/n)’s hand moves to intertwine with Carl’s and Carl clutches onto it.
They both look down at their hands locked together and then look up at each other and that’s when they could both tell, just by looking into each other’s eyes, that they were ready. They were both virgins and they both knew that. It happened late at night when (Y/n) couldn’t sleep and neither could Carl so they walked around Alexandria for a bit and sat on one of the benches. She knew she could trust him.
“I gotta tell you something.” She whispers as she looks down to your hands which were folded in her lap. She began to fiddle with the button on her shorts. “I’m a virgin. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you but I think it’s because I trust you.” She mumbles and Carl doesn’t say anything which makes (Y/n) nervous. But then Carl takes (Y/n)’s hand into his own and she looks up to his eye.
“I’m a virgin too and I trust you too. It’s okay.” He smiles at her and she blushes. He stands and pulls on her hand. “Come on, lets go read a comic at mine.” He says. They walk together laughing and being happy, despite what was going on outside the walls of Alexandria.
When she is brought back to what is happening she starts to breath heavily. Carl’s face inches closer to (Y/n) and without hesitation his lips are on hers, moving slowly. (Y/n)’s mind fogs over as their lips move together, creating a rhythm, while Carl’s hands move to her hips as he pulls her closer to his body. They both breath heavily as Carl moves in between (Y/n)’s legs. He hovers over her and their lips disconnect.
“Are you sure?” Carl whispers as he stares into (Y/n)’s eyes. She nods and smiles at him as she swallows hard. She was sure. More than sure. Because she knew she would lose it to Carl and Carl felt the same. He moves his lips to (Y/n)’s as his hands continue to roam her body. He glides his hands up and down her hips and torso very gently and her breathing starts to speed up. His hands stop at the bottom of (Y/n)’s t-shirt and he stops kissing her, asking silently for permission.
She nods and they both sit up as he slides the top over her body and then her head. She lays down as Carl takes his top off and he looks at her and really drinks her in. (Y/n) starts to feel a little shy but before she can cover herself up, Carl stops her hands.
“Don’t. You are so beautiful.” He whispers as he goes back to kissing her. His hands roam her body again, this time more freely as she shudders from his light and gentle touch. He moves his hands to the back of her bra and unclips it. She lets it fall off of her arms and then she inhales as Carl stares at her. Truly amazed. Her cheeks heat up and as does Carl’s. He moves his hands but then drops them again as his eye moves to look into hers
“It’s okay.” She whispers and Carl takes a deep breath and swallows hard as he raises his hands again. His fingers cup her breasts as he massages them and her back arches as she push them into his hand, wanting more. He pinches, his hands trembling. Carl hopes that she feels good. She sits up, causing Carl to drop his hands, and she moves her hands to the button of Carls jeans. She undoes the button and then lays back down and Carl does the same thing to (Y/n).
His hands move to the button of her jeans and he undoes it. (Y/n) helps by lifting herself so that Carl can pull them down her legs. Carl stands and pulls his jeans down along with his boxers. He climbs back on top of you and hooks his fingers in your underwear, shakily pulling it down your legs. He breaths in as he looks at you fully and you turn a crimson colour. He moves up your her body with a newfound confidence as he has a smirk on his face.
“What?” (Y/n)’s brow furrows as he kisses her neck. His hand slides down her body and to her core, and he runs his finger through her folds.
“Sharing sleeping areas with a bunch of adults sometimes has its advantages.” Carl whispers. (Y/n) moans out as she breaths harshly. “Calm.” Carl utters into her ear. He stops his movements and looks down at her and takes a deep breath. He was nervous and his heart speeding up confirmed it. (Y/n) was nervous too. She didn’t really know what to expect except for that it would hurt.
He stands and opens the drawer nearest to his bed and pulls out a condom, rips open the packaging and rolls it onto himself.
“You ready?” Carl asks and she nods as she breaths a deep breath in, as does Carl. He aligns himself with her entrance and holds her hand before entering slowly. She gasps loudly beneath him as the feeling becomes intense. (Y/n) feels a burning sensation as she tries to calm herself down and Carl moves his head to her neck to place small kisses.
“You can move now.” She whispers as she feels a tear roll down her cheek. Sure she’s masturbated before, meaning she’s fingered herself but she’s never felt this sensation before. Carl moves his hip at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt her. She feels the burning start to calm and she then feels something completely different. It feels good. More than good. He thrusts into her and Carl speeds up the pace and starts to feel his high approaching quickly. (Y/n) lets out a soft moan and Carl’s hips stop and he looks down at her.
“Why’d you stop.” She breaths out harshly.
“You-you just moaned?” Carl mumbles. She nods from beneath him and Carl smirks. “I must be doing something right.” He says before continuing his movements. He thrusts and moves his lips to find (Y/n)’s and when they do they kiss hers deeply, tongues moving against each other. When they disconnect for a quick second (Y/n) lets out a soft whimper.
“I think I’m gonna cum Carl.” She softly breaths as Carl raises himself to look into her eyes. She looks in to his eye and he nods.
“Me too.” He whispers, their foreheads connecting. Within seconds (Y/n) cries out as she cums around Carl’s length. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before and it’s the same with Carl. Feeling her around him sends him over the edge and for a moment he’s lost in her. Everything about her is drawing him in. He pulls out of her slowly and (Y/n) winces a little. Carl takes off the condom and throws it in the bin and then lays beside her.
“Thank you.” He says, his voice low. (Y/n)’s facial expression changes to confused.
“For what?” She whispers and when she turns her head towards him she see him shrugging.
“Taking my virginity I guess.” He lets out a small and quick chuckle, as does (Y/n).
“Well then, I thank you too.” She says before sighing. “I’m happy I lost it to you.” She mumbles and Carl’s face whips towards hers. She’s staring at him and he can’t help but stare back at her. They lay there for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other, before Carl decides to kiss her. It’s not rough or quick, it’s a deep and meaningful kiss. The sort of kiss that you do when you know you love someone but just don’t know how to say it.
Carl pulls the sheet from underneath them and lays under them as he pulls (Y/n) close.
“So, are we more than friends now?” He mutter and she nods from beneath him.
“I would think so.” Carl buries his face in he neck and smiles. They lace their fingers together and sigh.
“Well I don’t want to ruin the moment or anything but, we’re gonna do that again right?” He asks and (Y/n) laughs.
So I wrote a ficlet where preschool teacher Claire mistook Jamie, doing the school run for Jenny, for a single father. He eventually cleared that up and asked her out on a date.
As per usual, it didn’t go according to plan which we saw in the ficlet I wrote from Jamie’s perspective.
And now here’s Claire take on the whole thing!
Claire Beauchamp was not a woman who was easily flustered. She had grown up travelling the world with her archaeologist uncle who taught her how to survive in the wild. It made no sense whatsoever that when she saw Mr. Fraser in his well pressed suit all the well thought out potential conversations in her head ran away. She struggled to have a simple chat without stumbling over her words. His deep blue eyes and slightly stubbly chin didn’t help matters, either. The whole idea that they were going on date in less that twelve hours was beginning to settle in and making her slightly jittery.
Her morning preparations finished, she sat in her classroom sipping her mug of tea before the children started arriving. She could not believe he had actually asked her out. On a date. Just a few days ago she thought he was a single father she had a tiny crush on and at the moment she was just struggling to get through her day at work without chewing her newly painted nails.
She jumped when a voice interrupt her thoughts and hoped that the sighing in her head hadn’t escaped her mouth.
“Oh! Mr. Fraser?” she squeaked. “How are you?”
Wee Jamie giggled as he pointed at his uncle. He stopped quickly, though, as both the adults in the room shot him a disapproving set of looks.
“You are more than welcome to put your things in your locker and feed the fish in the aquarium.” Claire proposed. She nodded her head in the direction he should go along with a look suggesting he do it immediately.
“He’s too smart by half.” Jamie laughed. “He doesn’t miss a trick.”
“I know!” she affirmed. “He is reading several years above his age and his other subject are at about the same level. His parents are doing a great job with him, I’d say.”
He blushed crimson.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Fraser!” she stammered. “I really didn’t mean to bring that up again!”
The grinning man reached over to hold Claire’s hand. “It’s really funny, if you think about it. And please, you can call me Jamie.”
Now it was her turn to blush as she batted her eyes.
“And now that you have my mobile number I suppose you can call me Claire.” she sighed. “I’m really looking forward to our date tonight. It’s been awhile since I’ve been out socially.”
Jamie smiled, “I’ll pick you up at six, we’ll be to Lallybroch by half six and then we can have a nice walk to the place I picked out. It’s called The Dunbonnet Inn.”
Claire stood with her mouth open for a good minute trying to take in all the information she was just given. First of all, he was one of The Frasers. The Frasers that owned Lallybroch, the largest working farming business in the country that had been extremely successful in bringing back heirloom foods and animals in the last decade. The Frasers that owned a seventh generation distillery that had received worldwide acclaim. On top of that they were also intense conservationist who donated to like-minded causes in the area.
“I think I read about that in the newspaper last week!” she casually replied. “I hear they have the freshest salmon in the county.”
His phone beeped and after checking it he gave her a peck on the cheek. “I need need to get to an important meeting to go over this new information but I’ll see you at half six. Right?”
She nodded and waved as he left.
Claire stood staring at half a dozen possible outfits she had placed on her bed and tried to decide between them. It wasn’t going well at all. Every single combination she had tried ended up being too something. A perfect look was usually paramount for a first date, but for some reason the way she felt about Jamie was unusual. It was as if she felt a pull to be with him or was it a need to be with him? She wasn’t completely sure but it most assuredly felt right.
With the ideal clothes finally selected, Claire felt much more relaxed and settled down with the book she was currently reading. Unfortunately that feeling left the room when she noticed the time. Jamie was late.
He stood me up! Now Claire, he does have a high pressure job. Maybe something came up at work? I’ll just give him a call.
She carefully dialled his number as she practiced what she’d say when he answered. It rang several times before a very flustered Jamie answered.
“Miss Beauchamp! I am so sorry!” he babbled. “My sister and brother-in-law had to take their youngest to A&E. I can’t apologise enough for not calling you!”
Her heart started beating as fast as a hummingbird’s. “I was hoping it was something.. No. Erm. I’m glad it wasn’t me.” she sputtered.
He laughed. It was swiftly explained that he was struggling to get his niece and nephew settled. She coyly hinted that she could help him if he thought he was up for the challenge.
Twenty five minutes later she knocked on the doors of Lallybroch and was greeted by Jamie and the two banshees she had heard on the phone. He greeted her with a tender kiss as he took her hand to tug her into the house.
What conspired that night would be wistfully remembered by Claire to be their first date, but their worst date by Jamie. Thankfully, for the both of them over the next year there were many more dates as well as much more kissing that led up to their very favourite date - their engagement.
Again, thank you to everyone who’s liked and reblogged my past posts and to those who message me the sweetest things, Thank you so much! It means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy this 😘❤
Request:“a cute imagine bout draco pls i love ur imagines btw” -Anonymous
It was your first time having dinner with the Malfoys without your parents to accompany you and to say you were nervous is an understatement. You were terrified. It was a special invitation from Draco’s parents. They were very delighted when they heard you and Draco started dating a few months ago. You got along with them quite well.
You were sat in there dining room, next to Draco. Across from you were Lucius and Narcissa. You ate your food lightly, having taught that manners are important in life apparently. Your family has a reputation of being one of the most prestigious pureblooded families and maintaining it has been brought down from generations to generations.
Once you’ve finished your meal, the house elves took your plates away and left the four of you for a private chat.
“You look gorgeous, (Y/N)” Draco whispered, intertwining your fingers under the table, unable to be seen from his parents “Have I told you that?”
“Only one too many times since I came in” You giggled, slyly. He chuckled, blushing a bit.
“(Y/N), dear. It’s very lovely that you accepted our invitation to dinner” Mrs. Malfoy said as you turned your head to look at her “We thought it would take Draco ages until he would tell you about his feelings for you”
“Mother!” Draco scolded. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you looked between the two of them. You were quite flabbergasted when she mentioned about Draco’s feelings. How does she know about that? You thought.
Narcissa laughed and continued “I remember when the two of you met for the first time when you were 7. After you left, he kept telling me how pretty you looked!” You smirked at Draco seeing his face turn into a deep shade of red. He looked adorable when he was embarrassed.
“Mother, Please Stop!” Draco begged.
“But I’m not getting to the good parts yet!” Narcissa responded, ignoring Draco’s voice pleading her to stop.
“Oh! and he would always write about you on his little diary. He would talk about how your hair always smells like vanilla and how he thinks you’re secretly a princess” She gushed, her smile widening like yours. You always had a crush on Draco ever since you were kids but you didn’t know he fancied you as well. You started laughing as you imagined it.
“I was 11!” Draco told you but you couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of young Draco thinking you were a princess and him being your prince.
“Sure, you were” You nodded, sarcastically.
“Did you tell her about his collection?” Lucius asked Narcissa, making his mother’s eyes widen in realization.
“Father! Why?!” Draco groaned dropping his head on the table, embarrassed.
“And he also had a collection of you!” You wondered if his mother planned all this. Embarrassing him in front of you when you’re finally alone. But you weren’t against it.
“He has photos of you, quills that you borrowed him but he never gave any back! What else Lucius?” She turned to Draco’s father–
who for once, had a genuine smile on his face.
“Gift wrappers from Christmas and Birthdays, Your old drawings..The list goes on and on” His father continued, chuckling “It was a nightmare having to deal with his obsession over you. Every time he mails us letters, it would always be about how you grew taller, the longer your hair was getting”
“The way your eyes would twinkle when he compliments you and how he loves the way your dimples would show when you smile.” Narcissa added.
“I thought you invited her to get to know her better” Draco muttered, annoyed by how his parents were making fun of him in front of his girlfriend. You felt bad for him but giggled again. You leaned on his cheek, placing a light kiss on it. his eyes widened in surprise at the same time with how his cheeks are now a very deep shade of crimson.
“Look Lucius! He’s blushing!”
You laughed, placing your chin on on your hand as you listened to more embarrassing tales from Draco’s childhood.
Just so everyone knows I do accept requests for imagines as long as I know the Fandom to some extent. Instead of listing them how about just shoot me an ask and see if I know it. Don’t be scared, I don’t bite. Much ★~(◡‿◕✿)
➠ ➠ ➠Imagine ➠ ➠ ➠
The notorious Ivar the Boneless actually has a sister! Well all four of the sons have a sister in reality. And Y/N is cast to play the adult version of this pivotal character in the famous show Vikings.
A bastard child of Aslaug and Harbard, the stories characters are aware that Dagmar (the illegitimate child) is not born of Ragnar Lothbrok’s doing. Between begging from Aslaug and what humanity Ragnar holds, the small girl is spared and reared in the family of four boys even though she is only their half sister.
In script Dagmar, played by you Y/n, is beyond valuable. This girl grows up playing both sides of the Ragnarssons but finds solace in helping Ivar physically and emotionally during childhood up until the day their mother dies. This on screen relationship is beautiful and complex and no fan doesn’t root for the brother sister duo that conquers the viking world along side the other four Sons of Ragnar.
However, off screen, a platonic sibling relationship is not where you saw yours and Alex’s relationship stopping. On screen or off screen your chemistry together is undeniable. Out of character Y/N and Alex compliment each other as well as Ivar and Dagmar does. But it doesn’t take long for the media to pick up the ‘More than Friends’ vibe you both give off.
·•● Awkward Interview Impending! ●•·
“Is this thing on?” Alex waves his hand in front of the small studio camera set up, cocking his head to the side like a bird in front of the lens grinning from ear to ear, “Are we on?”
“Just a second Mr. Andersen,” a woman behind the camera cuts a line through the air horizontally to indicate nothing is rolling yet.
“How about a pre-interview warm up?” Across from Alex was a slender man dressed dapper in a pin stripe suit, shuffling the papers on his lap the man looked back across at Alex lounged sprawled out on the love seat in front of him, “Do you mind answering just a few nonchalant questions?”
“Sure!” Exuberant to start talking Alex swings his feet back in front of him and flat on the floor. Leaning in on his elbows the goofy Danish actor beams a smile over to the interviewer, “What kinds of things would you like to know?”
“Oh the ordinary, how is it working with the History Channel crew? Are you already filming for season five? Will the fans be happy to hear Ivar the Boneless is back in the limelight?” Pleasantly listing off ideas the interviewer had jotted down, the man figured breaking in the twenty two year old with overview questions would make it a smooth transition when Alex did so in front of a running camera.
Clapping his hands together it was all excitement while Alex sat at the edge of his seat, “The entire department has been so much fun to work with! Everyone is so supportive and so good at what they do! My mind is blown with these make up and hair artists, I mean, wow I didn’t even know my hair could do that.” Expounding with a huge grin Alex looked over when the man asked about his co-stars, “They are all, just absolutely amazing. I cannot amend them enough, Marco, Jordan, David. Coming onto set and having to fulfill this, this legacy basically, that Travis Fimmel grew Ragnar into. Phew man,” Shaking his head Alex sat back with a little astounded look on his face, “It’s surreal, it really truly is.”
“Any blossoming romanced on set?” unable to hide the coy smile from Alex the interviewer tossed the simple question out without second thought, “Seems the chemistry Ivar and sister Dagmar have is really backed by the fans.”
“Oh, Y/N,” a crimson dusting of blush bloomed on Alex’s cheeks, a goofy grin following closely, “Dagmar is an amazing character played by an equally amazing actress.” Casting his eyes down to his hands Alex fiddled with his knuckles mindlessly, “Y/N is beyond great to work with, it made all those early morning shoots worth it.”
“There was a little excerpt,” The interviewer paused and shuffled through his papers on his lap until the man pulled out a half sheet folded in the middle, “Ah yes, you both enjoyed a little break out in Dublin during a vacation off set. Things are getting pretty chummy I take it?”
What blush Alex had now spread to the rest of his face and there was little denying the effect bringing up Y/N had on the giddy young man, “She is, I mean, this isn’t live right? Jeesh that woman is something else. I love doing scenes with her, wardrobe with her, car pools together. Y/N never misses a beat, always up for something knew and she gets along with Marco and Jordan so well. Hah I know on set crushes were never a good thing but-”
Like a little squeak the camera woman was hardly heard above Alex’s narrative, “Mr. Andersen-”
“I mean meeting your soul mate at twenty two?? Is that even realistic?! Yet alone meeting them on a set about bloody viking history? Heh,” Alex’s eyes were glazed over, completely forgetting he was in line to shoot an interview for an article about the next season of Vikings, “I love her, I really really do. She just-”
“Mr. Andersen!” brash about her second interruption the woman looked sheepishly at her comrade doing the interview and then over at the Danish actor. Both men looked up simultaneously to the woman, “I uh….we’ve been live that entire last part-”
“What!” completely red in the face Alex was about to leap from the chair when he felt the sudden vibrate of his cellphone in his pocket. Desperate to fish the phone out, Alex fumbled with it to light up the screen.
Illuminated bright bold letters across the screen it read Y/N number.
Recounting everything he’d just spewed out to the small group he was with, Alex’s heart skipped a beat when it sunk in, “Oh my god Y/N heard it all!”
✎ I have so much fun writing these. I hope you Alex/Ivar fans enjoyed!
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REQUEST: you fly out to Dunkirk for the first time since filming started and meet the crew and cast. After seeing how funny and goofy H was being on the boat - wiggling his bum and making them all laugh, they are so happy to see you and finally put a face to the name he speaks so much about. They says things such as: "How do you put up with him?" "So you're the woman behind this goon?" H acting all offended and hurt "Heeeey! She's just as goofy!"
Blurb request: cute fluff of bringing harry surprise picnic on set and spending his break together away from prying eyes.
Fluff you want…fluff you’ll get. Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeesy
When Harry called and suggested you meet him in France for a weekend, your first thought was he was filming. Would that mean you were going to be visiting a movie set? You’d never visited a movie set before. Would there be paps there? Stupid question, there were paps everywhere Harry was these days.
It took you a full two days to pack. Normally when Harry called from wherever he was, half an hour was all you needed. But there were going to be actors around. Tom Hardy, Cillian Murphy…Hollywood heavy hitters. And your normal jeans and t-shirts just wouldn’t do.
So you scheduled a few last minute shopping trips with your best friend to make sure every single thing you would be wearing on this trip made you look and feel like a million dollars. Your normal uniform of jeans and t-shirts would not work this time around.
Do you have any headcanons on evak + kollektivet? even definitely spends pretty much all his time there and kinda becomes a fifth roommate, in my mind
Oh my gosh hells yeah he does.
Oh dear the Kollektivet actually joke about that a lot. Like they will constantly talk about the ‘fifth housemate’ and Isak is just like “guyyys come on I thought you like Even?” and they are all “Oh yeah we love him. We were talking about you.” and Isak is just like “excuuuuse meee? I am the best fucking housemate EVER!” and then this causes them all to list like everything that makes Isak a terrible housemate and then Even comes home over and walks in and is like “Oh what are you guys talking about” he says this as he kisses a grumpy and appalled Isak on the lips and puts his arm around him. (I love husbands) “Oh we’re just explaining all the reasons Isak sucks at being a housemate” Linn says enjoying this quite a lot. Even furrows his eyebrows at them all and rubs Isak’s shoulder. “You guys…” Isak looks up at Even and then back at the Kollektivet all smug and pretty much like “Oh yeah you got it now. My man is gonna tell you all off for being mean to me. Boom!” but then Even finishes by saying “Did you already say the part about how he always leaves the lid to to milk unscrewed so like when you take it out-” “IT GOES EVERYWHERE!” Noora finishes and then Even just sits down and starts discussing all the silly and annoying things Isak does with them and Isak is just like “How dare you”
Oh my gosh, so there was this one awkward time where Noora was rushing because she had places to beee and without thinking she just like ran into the bathroom aaaaand…there was Even the giraffe, in the shower….naked….Awksss. Noora was just like “Oh My GAWD Even I am So Sorry” covering her hand over her mouth, not her eyes mind you. Look our baby girl is adorable but she no saint. and of course Even is just chilling. Like he don’t care, He is just continuing, letting the water run over him and the little shit is literally like “Good Morning!” like oh my god he is so extra and adorable he don’t even care. He is actually smiling because Noora is getting all awkward and running into the door, trying to get out without seeing anymore. Noooow she’s covering her eyes. But like she keeps bumping into the wall and the door and finally she gets out and is just like flaming red. Oh my god she is so cute. Then she runs into Isak who is just like (not a morning person) super “morning..” and he totes notices Noora avoiding his eyes and blushing crimson and just like being super awkward and frazzled. He like gives her his squinty eyed ‘what is happening?’ look and asks her “whaaaat is it?” and she is all “nothing NOTHING! not a thing. I’m gonna… Imma make coffee. You want coffee? Lets drink coffee.” and then just scoots off into the kitchen. and Isak is like what the hell? and then Even comes out of the bathroom and yells “I’m so sorry Noora. I should have locked the door!” and Isak is all oh now I see and then at breakfast he just casually starts tapping the table with his knuckles and everyone is all “yes?” and Isak is like “oh i’m sorry did I get your attention? Did my KNOCKING get your attention? I have no idea why, like it’s not as if that is what it is FOR.” Even just throws his head back laughing and Noora is blushing again and putting her face in her hands. Eskild is just like “Oh my gosh Isak it’s not a big deal, I’ve seen Even naked lots of times.” Isak basically spits his cereal out in shock “WHAT?” “Yeah the lock to the bathroom doesn’t work and I need a nice amount of mirror time to look this good. I’ve seen you naked quite a bit too. May I add you should get that mole checked out.” Even is practically on the floor dying in laughter and Isak has gotten super pale. “ESKILD!” Eskild shrugs “What? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Don’t think you’re special sweetie.”
Okay so Even is amazing and he will just like come over and cook for the whole Kollektivet as a thank you for you know, basically staying there without paying rent. And it just becomes this big thing. Like Thursday night is Even’s dinner night and it is literally so damn cute. They all have a big nice dinner as like a family and sometimes they will bring people over like “Oh guys Even is making Tacos, wanna come?” and Magnus is all “HELL YEAH!” and basically they all sit at the table while Even ceremoniously brings over what ever he has gone all out on that night. He literally adores cooking, and sometimes he will experiment and it is all very cute. Everyone will just eat and talk about their weeks and praise Even and tease Isak on the extra awkward thing he might have done that day and it is all so perfect. Literally like a little family. I love.
This got pretty long so I’ll leave it here. But if you want more, you know where to find me 💜 I hope this was okay. 🐥
Description : A Slytherin gurl who is anti-social and has a crush
on draco and every time a gurl confess to draco she will always be there
to watch and then the rest is your plot thank u hope u notice dis!!!!
Warnings: I didn’t stick to the plot that well and Draco seems to be a little bit of an ass for a while.
(Authors Note: Thanks so much for 1k followers here! I really appreciate it x )
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
The corridors are quiet as I walk back to the common room. The only
noise comes from the chattering portraits and an inaudible whispering
sound that becomes louder as I turn the corner leading up to the
Slytherin common room.
I come to a halt instantly as I come to witness a familiar event.
“Please go out with me…” she says, both of them apparently unaware of my sudden appearance.
girl is small, with perfect curls of sandy blonde hair that fall
neatly over her shoulder. She’s biting her lip nervously waiting for
the answer, looking up
at the boy with expectant eyes .
“Eh sorry… I can’t…"He says, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.
As usual, it’s Draco Malfoy.
"Why?"The girl pushes, I begin to recognise her as a pupil from the year below me.
"Um because… I like someone else…"he says, averting his eyes to anywhere but the girls face.
"Ohh…"she says, I try not to notice how her bottom lip trembles as she speaks, or the tears that brim her eyes slowly leaking out.
"I’m sorry, I’d hurt you if I where to say yes."he explains but the girl turns away from him, covering her eyes.
"I understand, I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,"she says before scurrying away, bumping into me as she goes.
I’m sorry,"I say, realising how strange it must seem to have stood and
listened to them. But the girl says nothing and with a flick of blonde
hair she is away again.
”(Y/N)?“ Draco questions and I stop again, my cheeks burning.
"I’m sorry to intrude… again."I say and he chuckles.
"You seem to show up every time that happens,"he says with a smirk "are you stalking me?”
“What? No!"I defend and he grins before his lips fall into a frown.
"Can I trust you not to tell anyone? I wouldn’t want people knowing that I made girl cry,”
“I won’t,"I assure and he smirks again.
"It’s not like you have anyone to tell is it?”
“Shut up, Draco,"I mumble and he laughs at my blushing face.
ignore him though and start heading through the common room and into
the girls dorm. I instantly collapse onto my bed with a sigh.
Why did he have to be so infuriatingly obnoxious all the time.
I blush at the thought before I find myself inwardly groaning for doing so.
Why does it always have to me that witnesses all these stupid confessions.
groan again, remembering the first time I’d seen someone confess to
him, in second year. Three years later and I’m apparently the only one
that has to constantly watch my crush being confessed to.
decide that the best thing to keep my mind off of it is to read my
book. So curling up in the corner of my bed I pull out my tattered copy
of Jane Austin’s "Northanger Abbey” and begin to fall into the world of Catherine Morland.
Later when all the other girls fill into the room I ignore them and continue with the story again until I fall asleep.
I pick at some toast at breakfast today, still absorbed by my book as I eat.
I look up from my book to come face to face with the cloudy grey eyes belonging to Draco Malfoy.
I slip a bookmark into my novel and shut it with a sigh of irritation.
“Yeah, Draco?” I ask as he slides into a seat next to me.
“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday, about you not having friends,"he explains and a raise a quizzical eyebrow at him.
"It’s fine, I don’t care,"I say, turning back to my toast that I had abandoned at the start of our conversation.
"That’s not what your scarlet face told me at the time,"he comments.
"It doesn’t matter,"I snap
"It does! That’s why I’m taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend,” he exclaims with a smile.
“Wait, what? Why?"I say, panicking a little over the idea of going to Hogsmeade with Draco Malfoy, alone, just the to of us.
"That’s no way to treat someone who just asked you on a date."He says with a face of fake shock.
"D-date?"I stammer, feeling my face heat up dramatically.
"Yup,” he says, popping the p.
“Why would you want to go on a date with me?” I ask, utter bewilderment seeping into my unsteady voice.
“Didn’t you hear yesterday? I told that girl that I liked someone else."he says casually, making my jaw drop open.
“Who else do you think it would be?"he frowns.
"How can you be so casual about this,”
“Because, I’m clearly an obnoxious twat,”
“Indeed."I say with a roll of my eyes but I notice something in his face for a second, a hint of nervousness in his features.
"Will you just say yes? Unless you want to spend your weekend reading the same book another twelve times,” he says
“Um… okay,” I say, slightly insulted.
“Great, I’ll see you Saturday,"he says, standing up again with a smirk before leaving with a wave goodbye.
I’m left in shock with a crimson blush rising to my cheeks.
The weekend flies in and today is my big date with Draco.
worked out over 500 possible catastrophes that can happen during the
date, I am now a complete mess and as I meet Draco at breakfast, my
heart is racing with nerves.
"Hey,"he says with a polite smile.
"Hi,” with as steady a smile as I can manage with my nerves wracking my body.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah.” I say, my heart rate beginning to calm a bit.
“Lets go then,"he says with a grin
When we arrive at Hogsmeade it’s chilly despite the sun that comes blaring down on us as we walk.
We visit honeydukes, zonko’s and the bookstore before heading to the Three Broomsticks.
"This is fun,"Draco says, I can sense the sincerity in his voice.
"Yeah ,"I say with smile "I really am enjoying myself,”
“Does it beat your book?"he asks jokingly.
"I don’t know… maybe,"I giggle and he laughs with me.
I feel myself smiling as we walk along the cobble stone streets.
suddenly feel Draco’s hand sneak into mine, making me jump a bit but I
don’t take my hand back, I just keep walking as a blush creeps up my
neck and to my cheeks.
When we finally arrive at the Three Broomsticks it’s packed with other pupils, laughing and chatting with friends.
Draco and I take a seat at the back, near the fireplace.
"What do you want to drink?” Draco asks
could I get a hot chocolate please?” I say, enjoying the idea of a
whip cream topped hot chocolate with a sprinkle of marshmallows.
Draco returns with two magical looking hot chocolates.
“Here,” Draco says, handing me the mug before sitting down across from me.
“Thank you,"I say, taking a sip.
We sit in silence for a while, enjoying our drinks.
I meant to ask a while ago, but why don’t you have many friends? You
are such a nice person and I don’t really understand.“ Draco asks out of
"Eh I guess I’m just shy and a bit awkward. It’s not
that I don’t like people, sometimes I just need time to be alone and
read my book or something.” I explain and he nods.
“(Y/N), can I tell you something?"he says in a whisper.
"Of course, Draco,” I say and he looks at me with a hint of worry in his grey eyes.
really like you. I’ve been nervous all week about this date so that’s
why I sounded like a prick when I asked you to come with me,"he
explains and as cheeks glow red I find myself taking Draco’s hand from
across the table.
"I like you too, Draco,” I tell him and his features light up.
“Okay I have something else to tell you,” he continues and I nod “I may have also made sure you’d bump into me
a couple of times when people were confessing to make you jealous."he tells me cautiously.
"Draco!"I exclaim, leaning over and hitting his shoulder.
"Well did it work?"he chuckles and that familiar red glow consumes my cheeks.
“What do you mean the baby isn’t yours?” You asked, wide eyed in complete shock.
“It’s Jimin’s…” Tae began, his thick brows knitted together in despair and heartbreak, “There’s no way that the baby can be mine, it has to be Jimin’s. I can’t call the police and tell them about the accident because he’s the father of Yumi’s baby, I can’t do that to her… Or the baby.” His eyes welled up with salty tears, Yumi must have meant much more to him than you’d thought.
Cautiously shifting closer to him you rested your hand on his tense forearm to try and comfort him, however your efforts deemed futile as he brushed you away from his body and stepped back. “Y/N… I don’t know what to do-, she doesn’t know that I know, that I’ve figured it out… I don’t even think she knows about Jimin and the car.”
“How did you figure it out?” Your voice merely a whisper as the shock of the situation pierced through your body, a cocktail of jealousy at how much your ex boyfriend cared about his mistress and genuine heartache for what he was going through. Yumi and Jimin were expecting a baby, and yet Jimin had no idea.
“The dates don’t add up, she must’ve conceived before we even had sex; and as for the accident… Ask Jungkook, you guys seem to be getting pretty close.”
You’re Unfathomable, a Warren Worthington x Reader fic
“Could you do 1,3 and 4 with Warren please? ❤️❤️”
Pairing: Warren Worthington iii x Reader
Warnings: cUrse wOrds.
A/N: Hope you like it, love!
“You gigantic idiot, what’s the mess that you’ve gotten yourself into now?” I inquired in an irritated tone, hearing a stream of curse words and chain noises coming from around the corner. “God damn it, Warren Kenneth Worthington the third,” I said, the heel of my palm reaching my forehead in utter shock and disappointment. The winged man-child currently had himself tangled in a swing set which was just installed on campus.
“Stop laughing at me and come help me,” He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted like an angry four year old. I smirked, mimicking the same expression and stance as him.
“Jesus, who pissed in your fucking cheerios, Warren?” I asked nonchalantly, taking my sweet time in untangling the idiot.
A/N: this was requested by DezzyisFab. This was an adorable request and I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope it’s what you wanted!
Homecoming was coming up, and the core five were buzzing with excitement. Well mostly all of them were, the one who wasn’t too excited was Jughead of course. Dances just weren’t Jugheads thing, a ton of sweaty, horny teenagers shoved into a gym with spiked punch and god awful dance moves, yeah no thanks. He would much rather spend his night in Pops and continue to write his novel like he did most nights.
“So Y/N,” Veronica’s voice snapped Jughead out of his thoughts, and he turned his attention to the (y/h/c) girl sitting beside him. “Who are you going to the dance with?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at the girl, and the rest of the table listened in, including Jughead.
“Oh, well um… no one. I don’t even think I’m going to go.” she said shyly, stirring her straw around in her milkshake.
“Awe, why not? You sounded like you were excited just a few days ago.” Betty asked.
“Well, I don’t exactly want to go without a date and I don’t have anyone to go with. I just might stay in that night, do some homework, read a-”
“I’ll take you.” Jughead quickly said, and Y/N turned wide eyed and surprised to the boy sitting beside her.
“You will?” she asked.
“Yeah, you will?” Archie asked as well, also very surprised by the raven haired boys offer. Jughead looked around the table to find everyone staring at him, and he rolled his eyes.
“Of course I will, why are you all so surprised?” he asked.
“I just never took you for a person who liked dances.” Veronica said, sipping her milkshake.
“I don’t, I hate them.” Jughead stated harshly. “But, if Y/N wants to go then I’ll suck it up for one night.” Y/N leaned her head on Jugheads shoulder and smiled up at him, causing him to tense up. Veronica and Betty looked at eachother and smirked knowingly at Jughead, and he avoided eye contact with them.
“You’re the sweetest Juggie!” Y/N exclaimed. “But I don’t want to drag you there if you hate dances.”
“It’s just one night, don’t worry about it.” Jughead assured her, and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, and he turned crimson.
“How’d I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?” she gushed. Before he could answer Y/Ns phone then vibrated, and she picked it up at looked at her messages.
“Oh fuck…” she mumbled, standing from the booth. “I uh- I gotta go. I just remembered I have a paper due by 11:59 tonight or its late and I can’t get anything below an 80% on this or I’ll most likely jump off a bridge.” she said, taking money out of her wallet and throwing it on the table.
“What’s that for?” Archie asked as she put her wallet in her backpack.
“My milkshake.” she answered, and Archie picked up the $5 and tried to hand it back.
“No, take it. Tonight is my treat to everyone.” he said and she rolled her eyes.
“Archie, you know I hate when people buy me things, I feel like I’m in their debt. Just take it please.” she begged and he rolled his eyes and set it back down. “Thank you! Okay I’ll catch up with you guys later!” she said, walking toward the door. “Much love!” she called, blowing a kiss to the table as she walked out the door.
“So.” Veronica said, turning her attention back to Jughead who sat looking out the window, watching Y/N as she disappeared into the darkness outside. “You’re totally into her, aren’t you Juggie?” she asked, causing Jughead to turn his attention to her.
“What? No, absolutely-”
“Yeah, he is. He told me.” Archie laughed, and Jughead shot him a look.
“What the hell man?”
“I knew it!” Betty squealed. “You have to tell her.”
"I don’t have to do anything except for live and die, everything else is an option.“ Jughead retorted and Veronica rolled her eyes.
"Just tell her how you feel Jughead, she obviously feels the same!” Betty and Archie nodded their heads.
“Tell her during the dance!” Betty exclaimed,and Veronica smiled big.
“Yes! Do it!” she yelled. “It would be so cute, you two would be slow dancing, her arms wrapped around you neck and yours her waist-” Veronica started to ramble.
"You looking lovingly down at her and she stared up at you!“ Betty added. "And at the end of the slow song, you can smile down at her and just tell her how you feel!” Jughead collected his things and rolled his eyes.
“I’m leaving.” he said, and the girls just sighed. Jughead stood up from his seat and started for the door.
“If you don’t tell her, we will!” Archie called and Jughead turned around.
“Like hell you will Arch, just remember, me and you share a room and I know where the shavers are.” Archie ran his hand through his hair worryingly, and the girls giggled.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t actually shave your head.” Betty said.
“God I hope not, I wouldn’t hear the end of it from you two.” Archie teased. Veronica took a sip from her milkshake and smiled.
"Damn straight.“ she said.
• • •
"Y/N! Come down here, we want to see how you look!” Veronica called, sitting with her mother, Betty, Kevin, and Archie.
“Coming!” she yelled. Y/N rounded the corner and came down the steps. There she was in a simple but beautiful strapless emerald green dress that was tight and glittery up top but fanned out around her waist and ended a little below mid thigh. Her makeup was simple except for her signature cat eye, and her hair was done nicely as well.
“Oh my god.” Betty whispered as she made her way down the steps.
“Oh my god is right, Y/N you look amazing!” Veronica yelled, making her way to the (y/h/c) girl. Y/N smiled and blushed.
“Awe thank you, but not nearly as beautiful as you and Betty.” she gushed.
“You are seriously slaying me right now!” Kevin said, walking over to her and examining her dress. “Green is most definitely your colour!”
“Jughead definitely got lucky with you as his date tonight.” Archie said, walking over to Y/N. “just wait until he gets a look at you!”
“You guys are actually the sweetest!” she blushed, giving them all hugs.
“Are you guys ready to go?” Hermione asked, and they all nodded their heads.
“I believe so.” Veronica said. “I love you mom, I’ll see you soon.” She called as they all walked to the door. They all jumped into Archie’s car and drove to the school. The car was filled to the brim and electric with excitement.
“Jughead said he’d meet us at the entrance of the school.” Betty said, turning off her phone and putting it in her purse. Archie parked the car and they all filed out.
“Look how pretty her dress sparkles!” Kevin said, and Veronica grabbed his arm and rolled her eyes.
“I’m your date Kev, spend some time gushing over me.” she laughed.
“Veronica, you look absolutely stunning as always, my love.” Kevin said and Veronica smiled big.
“Thank you.” Y/N noticed Jughead standing by the entrance, staring down at his phone. He was in a suit, which she had no idea he even owned and his grey beanie still adorned his head. Butterflies filled her stomach all the sudden, and she continued to walk towards him nervously.
“Jughead!” Betty yelled.
“Look at your hot ass date!” Kevin yelled as well, and Jughead looked up at Y/N. He froze in place as she walked up to him, and he swallowed hard.
“Well aren’t you going to say something?” Veronica asked, and Jughead shook from his trance.
“I-uh. I mean, you look absolutely beautiful Y/N.” he stammered and she looked at the ground, trying to hide her deep crimson blush.
“Thank you, you look quite handsome yourself.” she smiled, and it was Jugheads turn to blush.
“Yeah okay, you guys are hot and all that. Now let’s go inside!” Veronica said, pulling Kevin towards the door. Archie took Betty’s arm, and Jughead held his hand out for Y/N, and she took it. They all made their way to the gym and slowly separated, Kevin and Veronica going straight for the punch, Archie and Betty going right to the dance floor, and Y/N and Jughead towards the side of the gym.
“Thank you for being my date.” Y/N said and Jughead smiled.
“It was no problem, honestly.”
“But you don’t like dances usually, so I don’t want to force you into something you don’t like.” she said.
“Really, don’t worry about it. I’m actually having fun.” He assured her, and she nodded.
“Well good.” she smiled. They sat there for awhile, talking and laughing, completely unaware that they were being watched by the rest of the crew.
“Do you think he’s told her yet?” Veronica asked.
“No, I don’t think so. They aren’t acting any different.” Archie said.
“What do you mean?” Betty asked.
“He isn’t overly happy like one would be if they found out their crush liked them back, and he isn’t completely crushed like one would be if they didn’t.”
“Makes sense.” Kevin nodded his head, taking a sip of his punch.
“Well he better tell her soon, the dance is going to be over in an hour.” Betty sighed, watching as Y/N laughed hard at something Jughead said.
“He’s not that funny, she definitely likes him.” Veronica said, rolling her eyes and earning a laugh from Kevin.
“Well those two have the same sarcastic, dry sense of humor, so whatever he said was probably funny to her.” Archie commented, and Betty nodded. Just then, a slow dance came on throughout the gym, and they watched as Jughead held his hand out to Y/N.
“Oh my god, he just asked her to dance!” Betty said excitedly.
“Finally!” Veronica yelled. The four of them got into their pairs and started dancing, and watched as Jughead and Y/N awkwardly started to as well.
“Hey Y/N, you’re looking good!” Reggie yelled, and everyone’s attention turned to her and Jughead. “When you want to dance with a real man, you’re always welcome to come dance with me.”
“Don’t worry about him, Juggie.” Y/N whispered, looking up at him. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed.
“He’s probably right, you’d have more fun with him anyways.” he said.
“Absolutely not!” Y/N said. “There is no one I’d rather be here with.” She smiled up at him, and he smiled back down at her.
“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Jughead said, the words spilling from his mouth before he even had a chance to realize what he was saying.
“What’s up?” she asked. Jughead took a deep breath, deciding it was now or never.
“I really like you Y/N, more than a best friend.” he said, looking down at her. He carefully read her facial expressions, and watched as a smile grew on her face and her eyes lit up.
“I really like you too, Juggie.”
“You do?” he asked, very surprised.
“Of course!” she nodded and laughed.
“Well that’s a relief, I was worried I was going to lose you.” Jughead sighed, and she giggled.
“You could never lose me, I’m here to stay.” she smiled up at him. Jughead smiled down at her as well, and he slowly leaned down. Y/N met his lips, and smiled in the kiss.
“Finally!” Veronica yelled, walking up to the two of them. They quickly pulled apart and blushed furiously. “You two were killing us, honestly. We were worried because we thought Jughead wasn’t going to tell you tonight.”
"Well I’m happy he did.“ Y/N said, smiling.
"Trust me, we all are. By the way, we were all invited to Cheryl’s place after the dance and we are all going, so be ready.” Veronica said, making her way back to Kevin.
“I don’t think we have a choice on whether we get to go or not,” Y/N joked and Jughead nodded his head.
“I think you’re right.”
“ well maybe we’ll have fun.” Y/ said, trying her best to be optimistic about it.
“As long as you’re there, I’ll have fun.” Jughead said and Y/N giggled.
“So cheesy, but cute.” she said.
“Yeah, but you know you like it.” Jughead said, grabbing her hands. Again they started to dance, enjoying the rest of their night.