do you ever just give thanks for how lucky we are to have got such great leads

Ever Since New York

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

Check the Ever Since New York Masterlist for series updates!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.  

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s album (which I love btw).  This is probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!


Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do

After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket to New York.  He had discovered a writing internship there that he knew he had to do. It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money. Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own.  He wanted to deserve this internship as much as possible.

He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about her time in New York.  She, of course, gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions.  She was glad to finally bond with her boyfriend’s best friend.  

Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she had done an internship similar to his two summers ago.  It was a bit awkward at first, since the two of them used to date.  However, they both got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his internship.

“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him.  “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so much.”

“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired.  “Are they pricks?”

“Sometimes,” Betty laughed. “It depends.  Do you know how many other people are participating in the internship?”

“Just one,” he answered, shrugging.  “I don’t know who it is though.”

“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she offered.  “But if they’re nice, they may become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded.  “You’re gonna spend all summer with this other person.  They’re either gonna drive you up the wall or become your new best friend.”

I need something, tell me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?

“Have fun in New York, Jug.” FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate.  Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles.  Jughead glanced around at the group who followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.

“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin.  “You didn’t all have to come, though.”

“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued.  “We’re not gonna see you all summer, Jughead.  We have to give you a proper send-off.”

“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed.  He watched as others in the line began to move.  “I guess I should go now.  Thanks for this.  See you all in August.”  As he turned on his heel and walked away, the group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.

“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.

“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand.  “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front desk.  “I’m here for the writing internship.”

The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead.  “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her chair.

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.  

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, not at all.  Your counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”

“My counterpart?”

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine.  The girl perked up when she heard her name, and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.

“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the magazine down.  Jughead noticed it was a TIME magazine.  

“Yes,” the receptionist answered.  “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.”  Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and (Y/N) firmly shook his hand.

“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.  

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest.  “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk forming on her face.  “I like it.”

“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin.  “Like you said, we’ll be around each other all summer.”

“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling in love with me,” she jokingly warned. “So be careful.”

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news
There’s no water inside this swimming pool

“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited the building, their first day of the internship finished.

“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his pockets.  “What about you?”

“Last week.”  Her pace was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere.  “Are you hungry?  Because I’m starving.”

“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the thought of food.  He was only able to scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.

“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led the way to the restaurant.  “It’ll make every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”

“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed.  “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”

“Where are you from?”

“Riverdale,” he said. “Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called. If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s.  Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) reminded him.  “So you should thank your lucky stars that I am your counterpart, because I’ve been here for the past week. You know what I’ve been doing for that week?  Exploring, Jones.  I have tried and evaluated twenty-one restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”

“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.

“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she immediately responded.

“Ethiopian?”

“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”

“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.

“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide.  “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as how attractive I am.”

“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.  

(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm.  “I do not!” she retaliated.  

“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.”  Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N) behind him.

“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him.  “You better not leave me!  You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulders.  “Lead the way, (Y/N).”

Almost over, had enough from you
And I’ve been praying, I never did before

“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead.  “That place we ate at last week was so much better.”

“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food.  “But this place is cheaper.”

“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a chopstick.  Jughead silently laughed and shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice.  He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish, examining each aspect of the meal.  

It had been three weeks since their internship had begun, and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends.  They bonded over the overwhelming amount of work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures.  Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side.  They even stayed at the same hotel, so during a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking.  On those nights, they would drink hot chocolate.

“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress.  Jughead furiously shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested, reaching out towards the bill.  “I’ll cover it tonight.”

“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed.  “I can handle it.  Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or tonight.”  

Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s money.  “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”

“Fine.”

“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair.  (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the diner.  She slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his offer, grinning up at him.

“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying not to blush at their hand-holding.  They had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.

“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and I explicitly explained it to you.”  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.  “Ice cream is-”

“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

Understand I’m talking to the walls
I’ve been praying ever since New York

In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing.  Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with his eyes remaining shut.  

“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to initiate the conversation.

“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up.  A few moments later, a soft knock resonated through Jughead’s hotel room.  He rolled off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door.  (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly shaking.  

“You cold?” Jughead murmured.  (Y/N) wordlessly nodded.  He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside, shutting the door behind them.  He stripped the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N) in the soft white material.  (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his bed.  Jughead mimicked her actions and sat next to her.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated.  “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out for, what, a month and a half now?  You know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me. I’ll back off.”

“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “You’re the best part about this internship.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging her.  “I’m serious, (Y/N).  Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty about internships.  She did one two years ago, so she knew what she was talking about. She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”

“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a tentative smile.

“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time.  A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.

“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring up at Jughead.

“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “She was,” he admitted, “but not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” he shrugged. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered. “I had a boyfriend.”

“Really?  That’s shocking.”

“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him.  “Yes, I had a boyfriend.  He was actually a total dickhead.”

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.  

(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled.  “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a hand on his chin.  Jughead swatted it away.

“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious.  “But really, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead.  “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t know.  He never really supported me in anything.  He wasn’t nice to any of my friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten.  Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized that he was horrible.  So, naturally, I dumped him.”

“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.  

(Y/N) slumped and sighed. “What time is it?”

Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red numbers.  “Three o’clock.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.  “I should… I should get back to my room.”  She jumped off the bed and trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.

“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm.  “Don’t go, it’s too late.”

“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,” (Y/N) joked.  “It’s fine, Jug, my room is down the hall.  I’m not gonna get mugged.”

“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he countered with a lighthearted smirk. “Just stay here tonight, okay?” (Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned around and climbed into Jughead’s bed. He laid down, patting the space next to him.  (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly resting her head on the neighboring pillow. “You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her unusually timid nature.  She hesitantly scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest.  “That’s better,” he whispered into her hair.  She draped one arm around his torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.

“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed.  He smiled at her.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face displayed on his laptop screen.  

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.  

“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from her spot next to Betty.

“A bunch,” he vaguely replied.  “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant in New York City.  I think it’s impossible, but she’s determined.”

“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the camera’s view.  

Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin?  She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the internship.  We’ve become very close.”

“I told you,” Betty grinned. Jughead nodded.

“You were right,” he admitted.  “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it just felt like something clicked between us. We’re inseparable.”  Betty’s expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.

“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best friend.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained.  “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close to people when you spend so much time together.”

“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.

“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed.  Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing glance.

“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed.  Before Jughead could respond, there was a knock on his door.  A smile subconsciously grew on his face.

“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking towards the door.  He opened it, and, as expected, (Y/N) stood there.

“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his hand.  “I told you the line for the rainbow bagels is super long.  I don’t want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking pretty.”

“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told her, gesturing towards his open laptop. “Can you wait like five more minutes?”

“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms.  She stepped into his room, allowing him to close the door behind her.  She followed him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered at the screen. “These are your friends?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is Betty, and that one is Veronica.”  (Y/N) smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.

“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled.  “Jughead was just talking about you.”

“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm.  Jughead playfully shoved her back.

“So how’s it been? Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a smirk dancing on her lips.  

“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N) corrected her.  “I’ve only gotta deal with this guy for two more weeks.” Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him.  “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”

“We know,” Archie laughed. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.

“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing up.  “I’ll be right back, Jug.”  She turned and faced the laptop.  “It was great talking to you guys.  I hope we can meet sometime!”  She quickly exited Jughead’s room.  Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty bombarded him about (Y/N)

“She’s perfect,” Veronica cooed.  “She’s actually flawless, Jughead.”

“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him.  “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled.  Jughead grinned and shook his head.

“You guys, I told you-”

“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him.  “That girl is absolutely perfect for you.  The way you two look at each other is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale. You two are soulmates, Jughead.

“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her.  “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with anyone.  No offense, Betty.”

“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off.  “They’re right though, Jug.  You never looked at me the way you look at (Y/N).”  Jughead couldn’t think of a clever retort.  “But be careful, Jughead.  Like (Y/N) said earlier, you two only have two more weeks together. If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now.  Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak that’ll happen when you have to leave her?” She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.

“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly.  “Really, thank you.  I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
Tell me something just before you go

“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s hotel room.  After the video call he had two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room.  “Our internship is over, and we have one last night to spend together, Jug.  Out of every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?” she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.

“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to stop his expression from deflating.  “And then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”

“I like it!” she grinned. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek to their favorite restaurant.  “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

“I know,” he agreed.  “It seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed. They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the bustling New York traffic.  

The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars.  They didn’t even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.

“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she set their burgers in front of them.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”

“Oh,” the waitress sighed. “Well, you two better visit.  I don’t know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.”  She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to enjoy their burgers.

“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while becoming a regular here.”

“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a napkin.  “It takes a hell of a lot of talent.”

They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to get cupcakes.  On their walk back to the hotel, they fell into silence once again. It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room.  By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up in here.  They found it easier, rather than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their stuff.

“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the bed.  Jughead stood by the bedside, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded.  He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a shriek from (Y/N).  He swallowed as he stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her. “Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”

“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she answered with a grin.  Jughead laughed and shook his head.

“No, the other thing.”

“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck together all summer?” she offered.  He shook his head again.

“Nope.”

“I called you quick-witted?”

“No!”

“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.

“You told me that if we were together any longer than just the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that they were face-to-face.  (Y/N)’s grin slightly faded.

“Oh,” she murmured.  “Yeah, I did say that.”

“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice steady.  He slowly grabbed her right hand.

“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.

“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re not gonna be together that long.  And she was right.  I mean, why would we risk an immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks together?”  When (Y/N) said nothing, he continued.  “So I figured I could just suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say anything.  It was a good plan, but you… you ruined it.”

“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk.  Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not,” he laughed. “You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be. Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you than I ever have with anyone else.  Hell, my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands.  “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you.  I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks.  It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again.  And this is gonna cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too.  I just… I can’t keep it from you anymore.  But I also think, deep down, you already knew how I felt.”  Tears clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in a hug.

“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck.  “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.”  He pulled himself out of her grip and stared at her, stroking his hand across her cheek. They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other.  Their lips ghosted over each other, only millimeters apart.

“If I kiss you-”

“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she interrupted him.  He nodded but didn’t pull away.  They sat there like that on his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.

The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for the past three months.  

Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession he had, wishing that kisses could speak. He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how she charmed him with her wit.  He wanted his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was, especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning.  He wanted his lips, which were pressed against hers, to tell her how much he loved her.  He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to keep saying it for the rest of his life.

For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart.  They kept their foreheads resting against each other.  

“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead burst out into laughter.  (Y/N) followed suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead. This only caused the pair to laugh harder.  

When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest.  She combed her hand through his raven locks.

“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead apologized, kissing the top of her head. They were slowly falling asleep.

“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes fluttering shut.  “It may have all gone to shit, but it was worth it.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him.  He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother smiling.  Immediately, everyone understood.  

While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty, Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N).  They told them about how Jughead spent three months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never seen Jughead look so smitten before.  

“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase from him.  Jughead shrugged.

“It was nice.”

“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open up.  Jughead nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.

“And the internship?”

“Helpful,” Jughead responded.  “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”

“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair.  “You had another person with you, right?”  FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Yeah, I had a counterpart.”

“What was she like?” Jughead looked up at his dad.

“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his head.  “Who told you, Betty?”  FP pursed his lips.

“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica.  But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your heart broken countless other times.  You’ll get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.

“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested.  “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell in love with her and then everything went to shit.  But the worst part is that it’s okay, because she loved me too.  She fucking loved me, and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”

“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP shrugged.  “Fate is a tricky thing, son, but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”

Keep reading

Jewel In The Crown (M)

florist!kihyun, 15.1k, he knows what beautiful is but he’s also a bit jealous and has shitty friends

warning: smut (kihyun is a virgin, his first time, oral for both, slightly dom!kihyun i guess??)

“You look really nice by the way…Ignore that. You look beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Keep reading

Summary: Actress, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], and Harry Styles meet for the first time at the Oscars. The interviewer and cameras catch the undeniable spark.

~ Requests are OPEN ~

“Have You Met [Y/N]?”

It’s the night of the Oscars. Actors and actresses fill the red carpet, pausing for pictures and stopping by for interviews.

Harry Styles, amongst others, is one of the most anticipated guests of the night. His spectacular performance for his role as “Alex” in his first solo film, “Dunkirk”, earned him a nomination for “best actor in a supporting role.” The film itself is nominated for several categories.

“How are you feeling tonight, Harry?” an interviewer from E!News, Zuri Hall, asks.

“Great,” he responds, rubbing his hands together and bringing it to his lips. “’m very happy to be here.”

“You look dashing!” she exclaims.

“Thank you,” he responds, smiling politely.

“I love the suit. Who’s it by?” Zuri asks, eyeing his all black ensemble with a hint of glimmer.

“Alessandro Michele— Gucci,” he answers.

The interviewer smiles in admiration of the handsome gentleman standing before her in his designer suit. “You have had quite the year,” she tells him, “or couple of years, I should say. Your album topped the charts and now Dunkirk.”

Harry chuckles humbly, refusing to admit his continuous rise to success. He simply says, “It’s always an honor to work alongside such talented individuals and to be entrusted with such a responsibility— every day has been a good one. I can’t thank ev’ryone enough.”

“What will you do if you win ‘actor in a supporting role’?” she asks.

Harry thinks for a short moment. “I think might cry,” he says jokingly, earning a laugh from the interviewer. “It would be quite the honor,” he goes on to say.

“Have you gotten a chance to catch up with anyone here yet?”

“Umm,” Harry hums, fingers slightly pinching his lips and his eyes roam around, “No, I haven’t run into anyone yet. I think they’re busy.”

The interviewers giggles and nods her head in agreement. Her eyes quickly scan the area and lands on [Y/N] walking by in a beautiful gown. [Y/N] is a young A-List actress nominated for her leading role in a romantic film. “[Y/N]!” she calls out as [Y/N] passes by her and Harry. [Y/N] catches sight of Zuri who gestures her over. [Y/N] lifts the bottom of her gown and walks carefully up the stairs. “I’m so sorry! I feel like I’m interrupting!” [Y/N] laughs and she’s greeted with a hug from Zuri.

“Hello,” [Y/N] says to Harry, extending her hand, “Pleasure to meet finally meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” he grins, exposing his deep dimples and smile lines. He takes [Y/N]’s hand and leans in to press his cheek against hers.

“Have you two not met before?” the interview asks in astonishment.

“No, we haven’t formally met,” Harry chuckles.

Zuri gasps. “Well I’ll be darned! [Y/N], Harry. Harry, [Y/N],” she introduces them, motioning from one to the other. “Harry hasn’t come across any of his co-stars yet,” Zuri tells [Y/N], “I thought he could use a friend.”

[Y/N] laughs, “Lucky me, I’m a fan.” She turns to Harry and says, “Congratulations on your nomination. ‘Dunkirk’ was a great film.”

“[Y/N] is nominated for “actress in a leading role’,” Zuri says to the camera.

“Thank you very much,” Harry bows his head, “Congratulations to you, too. You look beau’iful, by the way.” Harry smiles, looking adoringly at [Y/N]. 

“Yes! Give us a twirl!” Zuri says excitedly. Harry holds [Y/N]’s hand over her head as she twirls her grown for the camera.

A giggle comes out of [Y/N] as she smiles at the ground, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” she says to Harry, “And what about you? You look very handsome, if I may say so myself. Doesn’t he?”

“Oh, stop,” Harry laughs.

Zuri notices [Y/N] and Harry both smiling, looking fondly at one another. “Alright, I won’t hold the two of you up any longer,” she says. “You’ve got a busy night. Thank you so much for stopping by, Harry and [Y/N]. Good luck to both of you tonight.”

[Y/N] and Harry thank Zuri. The camera focuses on [Y/N] and Harry as they make their way off the platform. Zuri watches as Harry helps [Y/N] down the steps. “Here, let me help you,” Harry says. He holds out his hand for her to take as her other hand lifts the front of her gown off the floor.

“Did you come here with anyone tonight?” Zuri overhears Harry ask once off the platform. The camera remains on the two, capturing the candid moment. [Y/N] grins and shakes her head no. “I did not,” she tells him, “I’m a solo flight, tonight. How about you?”

“No, just me,” he answers. “You look beau’iful.”

[Y/N] giggles bashfully and fiddles with her dress, “You said that already.”

Harry buries his face in his hands as he feels his face flush red. “I’m sorry,” he chuckles, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize,” [Y/N] tells him, removing his hands from his face. “I love your music; I’ve got tickets to your show next month.”

Harry gasps, “No way! Where? Come back stage…” The two walk away from the camera’s view with Harry’s hand placed on [Y/N]’s back, leading her.

The camera refocuses on Zuri. “Did anyone else catch that?” she chortles at the camera, “Well, if that ever happens, you saw it here first, on E!News. I’m Zuri Hall, from E!News and your celebrity matchmaker.”


“The After Party!”

lafitte  asked:

Prompt: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.” ( *whispers* do IT )

Prompt #145
Thanks, Vans!!

It was a shit day, okay?

He woke up exactly 42 minutes late, his phone hadn’t charged over the night, the 10-page rhetoric essay that was due in —fuck, fourteen hours —was barely half finished, he missed the last bus and it was raining. Of course it was fucking raining.

Castiel springs through puddles, backpack hugged to his chest because he forgot his umbrella and the last thing he needs are his laptop and school books getting soaked.

He chances a look at his phone, barely clinging to 8% of life, and the clock tells him with little sympathy that it’s 9:00 a.m. He’s late.

It takes another four minutes to reach the academic hall and he barrels through a gaggle of associate professors and onto slippery linoleum.

The classroom door sings the most pitiful announcement of his presence, making Cas cringe and drawing seventeen pairs of eyes. Cas meets one particular pair, glazed with a mix of humor and concern and Cas grimaces in response, trying to discreetly lower himself into the desk closest to the door.

“Rough morning, Castiel?” Dr. Harvelle asks, eyes going back to her sheet of notes.

Cas sighs, too shaken to take the barb in stride. He stares down at the beige tabletop of his desk. “Yes, ma’am.”

Dr. Harvelle calls the class back to order and Cas breathes easier with every eye that leaves him. But he can still feel one gaze and refuses to look up again because he doesn’t want to talk about it. He just gets his laptop out, opens a blank Word document, and tries to speedily type up all the notes projected on the white board. 

He’s just finished the slide when a text alert pops into the right corner of the screen. 

Dean: Are you okay?

A hundred answers come to mind but Cas doesn’t have the energy to lie or tell the truth.

Cas: Why do you ask?

Ah, deflection. 

Dean: Because you’re wearing two different shoes.

Cas’s head whips down and, sure enough, he has one white sneaker and one red.

He straightens and stares ahead blankly for a moment before leaning back in complete defeat. He doesn’t hear another word Dr. Harvelle says for the rest of the hour.

Keep reading

Auston Matthews #2

Requested by Anon: hi could you please do one of auston matthews where you act like you hate each other but you’re both secretly in love ? and one of you confesses his/hers feelings ? thank you :) x

Warnings: Drinking, degrading talk of the main character, mean girls

Word Count: 2500

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your patience. I loved this prompt! I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by werenskiz

You were always bad with emotions. Okay that wasn’t entirely true, you really were only bad with one emotion and anything that had to do with it, it being Love. So were you in love with Auston Matthews? No… Maybe… Yes. You were completely mad about the NHL player. And he made you completely mad. He angered you in every way. Well, maybe half of that was your fault. Like mentioned earlier, you weren’t great with the emotion of love, which meant, Auston made you nervous. It was hard to talk to him any time you were around him. Eventually you tried to avoid him at all costs but you also wanted to be around him 24/7. So yeah, there was some hostility between you two. To be fair it wasn’t all your fault. Auston was the one who started the hate relationship you two now had. It was clear ever since the third time you hung out with him. You had slyly mentioned to your best friend, Mitch Marner, that you thought Auston was attractive. You may have understated your emotions for Auston though. The first time you saw Auston, you knew. You knew that he was the one. You never once believed in true love at first sight but the moment Auston looked at you with those big brown eyes, you believed. With that being said, things had got a lot more difficult since then. Mitch said he would talk to Auston for you and from that point on Auston was always rude towards you. You thought it was because he actually didn’t like you and was just trying to send the message. A message where he hated you. It was clear. Mitch didn’t understand it. He said he’d try and tell Auston to settle down but you asked him not to. You didn’t want Auston to know you even cared.             

Keep reading

I’m With You

Request: Hey, first of all i would like to say that i’m honestly in love with your blog! Ugh it’s so awesome! I would like to request a Young!Siriusxreader imagine where the reader is a part of the Marauder gang together with Lily And Marlene. One night Sirius is update about something. the reader comforts him And they fall a sleep cuddling. Later he talks to the others how he can’t think about Anything else than her and how wonderful it was and they help him with confessing his love. Hope this is okay!

And

Hi dear! I hope you get lots of ideas to help get your brain juices flowing 😊 maybe I can help? I think it would be cool to see how you’d approach a Sirius x reader where the reader is perhaps in a compromising/unhealthy relationship with someone, and Sirius goes all protective mode, and the reader takes shelter in him, awakening feels in both of them. Just an idea!!! All the luck on your requests💕☺️

Word count: 5,454 (well damn)

Warning: This fic does involve a verbally abusive relationship, and a little bit of violence towards the middle. If this is something you know you can’t handle, please don’t read it. Take care of yourself.

***************************************************************************************

“Did you hear about the witch who won the lottery?” Sirius asked as he and Y/N made their way to the great hall for lunch. “Um, no?” Y/N furrowed her brow. “What about her?” “She went completely Knuts!” Sirius exclaimed, holding up a handful of bronze knuts. “Sirius, that is the worst joke I’ve ever heard in my life,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe, but you’re laughing, so it served its purpose,” he shrugged. “You’ve seemed a bit down, lately. It’s nice to see that smile of yours coming back,” he gave her a gentle nudge as they entered the great hall. “Thank you, Sirius. Really,” she smiled up at him gratefully.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you. You weren’t at our usual meet up spot,” A voice interrupted. “Sorry mate, didn’t mean to keep your girl from you. Just wanted to try out a new joke on her. I’ll let you have her back now. See you around, Y/N,” Sirius threw her a wink before strutting away to sit with the rest of the marauders, Y/N’s boyfriend glaring after him.

Keep reading

The Great Not-Date (Sirius Black x James Twin! Reader)

Request ( @ravenandthewitch ): Can I request a fic with young sirius black with dialogue prompts 4&9. Maybe where the reader is a twin of one of the Marauders (I know it’s done a lot but I love them)!!! Thank you and wishing you a wonderful Friday love!!! 

A/N: Of course! Sorry this has taken so long. I’ve been on summer break and have been busy. I loved writing this fic! Thank you for requesting love. Have a spectacular Wednesday! <3

Prompts: 4: “Love is bull crap; all this about soulmates is just an excuse for being a horrible horrible person.”

9: "Look its not like I planned on falling in love with you!” 

Originally posted by teacupears



Sirius sits in double Charms finding himself drifting off. That is, until a small ball of paper is thrown at the back of his head. A second paper ball just barely skims the top of his head and lands on his desk. 

Sirius mindlessly opens the paper ball to see a note in small handwriting. 

 'We all want to sleep Black, you don’t get to be the lucky arse that does it in class.’

 -Potter

Sirius rolls his eyes and turns to look at James, who at the moment is extremely focused on conquering up some flowers for Lily, a task he’d been discussing for weeks.

From behind him, Sirius hears a short whistle. He fully turns himself to see you, James’ twin sister, tossing a paper ball and catching it effortlessly over and over again.

Sirius gives a wink and turns back to write on the paper that’d been thrown at him.

‘Charming, how bout we discuss this topic over a butterbeer this weekend?’

-Black

He turns in his seat and sneaks a glance at Professor Flitwick before throwing the paper ball onto your desk with ease. He sees you open it and you smirk, scribbling down an answer.

•••

Sirius waits at the entrance of Hogmeade, the sun burning down on the back of his neck. He sees a crowd of girls coming down the walkway, you being one of them. 

You’re wearing a green sundress, one of his favorites, you’d worn it last summer when he had visited the Potter residence. He loves how the fabric flows delicately to your knees. It’s calming and delicate, unlike you, yet it’s beauty reflects yours.

"Hi Black.” You smile after reaching him at the entrance.

“Hello Y/n.” Sirius grins.“You look lovely." 

You give Sirius a suspicious look,"Thank you Black. May I ask, is this a date?”

Sirius scans your face for some sign of the right answer,“This isn’t a date.”

“Great. So what do you want to do first?”

Sirius looks around at the small town as if you hadn’t thought of this at all until now. Finally, your gaze stops on the Three Broomsticks. 

Sirius hesitates before saying,“We could get a Butterbeer I suppose.”

You give him a smirk,“Isn’t that a rather date-like activity Black?”

“This isn’t a date.” Sirius states as he begins down the trail to the Three Broomsticks, you following alongside him. 

Inside, the pub is loud and lively. You sit at a table near the back, a quite barren spot in the pub.

“I’ll go get us some drinks.” Sirius stands. 

You nod as he squeezes through the crowd to reach the bar. He returns shortly with two glasses of warm Butterbeer. When you take a drink the warm foamy liquid reminds you of the relentless summer heat outside. Sirius places his now half empty mug down and smiles at you. His gaze catches your attention almost instantly.

“What?" 

Sirius chuckles, then leans over and wipes his thumb across your upper lip.

"You had a little somethin’ on your lip.” He grins. 

“This isn’t a date Black." 

"Who said it was?”, Sirius says,“I was just helping a friend out." 

You roll your eyes and stand up,"Let’s go on a walk." 

"Walks often lead to romantic scenarios such as holding hands, romantic spots, deep conversations, I could go on.” Sirius gives a mischievous smile. 

You glare at Sirius and sigh,“It’s not a date Black. Come on." 

"If you insist.” Sirius smiles and grabs your hand, leading you out of the pub. 

“This is not a date.” You quickly remark. 

Your cheeks get warm, as if they had been sunburned. Sirius notices and smirks, leading you on the trail to the lake.  

“So, Sirius. If I may, why is it that you’re holding my hand?” You ask. Sirius’ pace slows and he is quiet for a moment. 

“Well, I was getting quite cold and needed a source of warmth.” He says a matter of factly. 

“Sirius, its summer.”  

“Right.” Sirius chuckles.

The trees finally clear to reveal a beautiful lake hidden in the trees. You awe at the sight, in all your years here you had never seen this lake.

“Amazing.”

“I know.” Sirius says gazing at you. 

You turn to him, your gaze entangled with his. His black locks sway gently against the breeze. He lays a hand on your cheek and leans in. You press a hand against his chest to momentarily stop him.

“This isn’t a-” You begin before Sirius cuts in. “Just let it happen.”

He presses his lips to you gently. You kiss back, tangling your hands in his hair.

“See Moony, this is where I’m gonna ask Lily to marry- SWEET MERLIN! Y/N! SIRIUS!” Your brother lets out a loud shriek.

You part with Sirius to see your brother gripping his head, looking as if he was going to rip his precious hair out. Remus looks unfazed. Sirius clenches his jaw in a guilty manner.

“Are you kidding me Padfoot! That’s my bloody sister! What were you thinking?!” James shouts getting up in Sirius’ face.

“I was thinking that I’ve been wanting to do that since the bloody 3rd year Prongs!” Sirius yells, shoving James away.

“Please, Love is bull crap; all this about soulmates is just an excuse for being a horrible horrible person. How do I know you won’t hurt her?” James says. 

 "Both of you shut it!“ You shout. James gets off of Sirius. Sirius looks at you, worried. "Has anyone asked how I feel about this arrangement." 

You glare at James,"No! Cause you both had to get into your stupid territory battle. James, you’ve got to stop acting like you make all of my choices for me. Look it’s not like I planned on falling in love with you, Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes widen and he smiles,“Serious?”

“Absolutely serious.” You smile.

You step towards him and peck his lips. Sirius steps towards James.

“I’m not gonna hurt her, mate. I promise.” Sirius says. 

James looks at him for a moment,“If you do I’ll make you kiss Snivellus.”

Sirius laughs,“Deal.”

He turns back around to you and smiles,“This was the strangest not-date I’ve ever had.”

“But the best.” You finish.

“Definitely.” Sirius smiles and leans in to kiss you, earning a scream from James.

“James!” You both yell.

“Sorry.”


Hope you liked it!!! Have a lovely day! Remember to Request!!!

6 | Red Skies

BTS WEREWOLF AU
WORD COUNT: 3,482 

WARNINGS: SWEARING, VIOLENCE, MENTAL HEALTH DETERIORATION, DEATH, FEELS, VERY SAD

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

masterlist | ask | prev | next  


Three days without food, water, or sleep. Three days roaring your eyes out as you cried out in desperation and disbelief. Jungkook, your mate, was dead. Ji-Yong had killed him in front of you.
Jimin had used a bobby pin from your hair to escape the shackles in the firey basement, his red hot anger consumed his body in a fit of rage. He killed Ji-Yong and Jin almost immediately after escaping the cage, strangling them until they were unconscious, before using the same gun that had ended Jungkook’s life to ensure neither of them would be coming back. The rest of that night was an emotional blur, Jimin helped everybody out of the cells and extinguished the blaze. Nancy and Taehyung tried their hardest to keep you from seeing his body; but what they didn’t know is you’d spent five hours later that night curled up next to the stone cold dead body of Jungkook, screaming in agony and heartbreak, crying until you’d ran out of tears.

“Y/N?” Nancy knocked on Jungkook’s bedroom door pulling you out of your dangerous thoughts, you’d being staying in there because it was the only way you could feel close to him now he was gone.

“Yeah?” You looked up in surprise, her and Taehyung were supposed to be spending the night together, they weren’t supposed to be home for hours, just how long had passed?

“Me and Tae just got back… I noticed that you haven’t moved all day again, I just-, we’re worried. Is there anything you need? I could go and get us some dinner-”

“No I’m fine thank you.” You half smiled up at the pretty blonde in the doorway, she was wearing a red dress and a pair of beautiful golden sling back heels. Her and Taehyung had just been on a date, to take their mind off things, another thing you and your mate never got round to doing.

Nancy only nodded once in response and closed the door behind her, leaving you all alone with the memory of your mate, the person you were supposed to spend the rest of eternity with, being shot dead in cold blood by your bleeder.
Laying down on the dark bedsheets you inhaled deeply, his scent still lingered in the room but it was quickly fading into your own. Staring up at the ceiling you stayed completely still, even when tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down the sides of your face.
You never got to experience the true love between mates. He was taken away before you could even hug him, kiss him…

Keep reading

It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 3

I’m obsessed with It’s Hard Enough! I was think you should do a part 3 where like in the episode Jughead gets in a fight with Reggie and reader somehow gets involved…And Alice Cooper is not a fan of their relationship?

I love it’s hard enough, could you possibly make a part 3? :3

If you’re new to the series : Part One , Part Two . I kinda took this part in my own way, I hope you like it!

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

It had been around a week since you shared your first kiss with Jughead Jones and things were going quite well. Betty convinced Jughead to join the school newspaper team, which gave you time to hang out together. Luckily for you, Betty was far too immersed in the Jason Blossom case to notice the stolen glances between you and Jughead. You found yourself spending your time after school in the newsroom, helping Betty sort out papers while simultaneously spending time with your boyfriend. Just thinking of the word, and Jughead, made you feel giddy.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Y/N smile like that in a long time,” Betty teased as you were busy sorting through pictures for the Blue & Gold. You glanced up at your sister, then at Jughead who was staring at you softly. Your felt a blush warm on your cheeks under his gaze and he smiled.

“Don’t you have a murder board to build?” You asked in order to change the subject, get the attention off of yourself. Betty smiled playfully and turned back to Jughead. They started talking quietly about the case, never loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t understand why exactly they tried to hide it from you. You were only a year younger than the two of them. Jughead explained himself one night at the diner. He had said he likes to “keep his work away from his personal life. It makes things less messy.” It was a very cold, business man-like answer that had caught you off guard. The conversation had grown quiet after that, until Jughead spoke up once more.

“It’s a way of keeping you safe,” he had murmured, looking around the diner to see if anyone from school was there. When he realized no one was, he had reached his hand across the table, grabbing yours and gave it a squeeze. You smiled at the memory, the feeling of the skin of his hand against yours.

“I just don’t know Juggie,” Betty said, breaking you from your thoughts. “I think the mystery behind my little sister’s smile is slightly more intriguing to me.” You looked up from the images and saw Betty looking at you again. You could feel Jughead’s eyes on you as you straightened your back to face your sister.

“I’m just happy to be helping you two out. It gets me out of the house, and you’re more than willing to share your friends with me.” You gestured to Jughead who smiled proudly at you. Betty nodded and walked over to you, hugging you tightly.

“I’m glad you’re happy Y/N,” Betty whispered, “with everything going on, Polly, you deserve to be happy.” You wrapped your arms tightly around your sister, returning her hug. From over her shoulder, you noticed Jughead smiling softly at the two of you. You offered a smile to him, hoping that your eyes could convey your thankful message.

“Alright,” Betty said as she pulled away from your embrace. “I gave cheer practice, so you two can either head home or keep working.” Betty walked to her bags and you looked up at Jughead once more. His light eyes were bright and he nodded quickly. You returned his gesture.

“I think I’ll stay and help out Jughead,” you said and Betty smiled as she picked up her bags from cheerleading practice.

“Okay, good luck you two.” With that, your sister walked out the door to the newsroom and left you and Jughead in a brief silence. When the sound of Betty’s footsteps faded down the hall, Jughead darted towards you. His hands grabbed yours, squeezing them gently. You looked down at your joined hands, wondering how on Earth it was humanly possible for someone’s ands to be as cold as his. You looked back up at him, meeting his gaze. You smiled when you noticed how his gaze flickered from your eyes, to your lips and then back again. You leaned up on your tippy toes, pressing a small peck to his lips. You smiled into the soft kiss, and giggled slightly when his chilled hand tickled the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Sorry,” you murmured, “your hands are freezing.” He let out a breathy chuckle, causing you to grin. Your faces remained a mere inches apart as you smiled sickeningly sweet smiles at each other.

Keep reading

Professor Evans (4/?)

Summary: Y/N and Chris’s realtionship is becoming much more serious. And Chris “accidentally" flirts with Y/N. 

Pairings: Professor!Evans x Student!Reader 

Warnings: Not a single one, except for fluff that could give you a heart attack :)

Word Count: 1,440

A/N: You guys are the absolute best! Every one of you guys keeps me going and keeping me motivated to write more, thank you!!! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3


Originally posted by mackievanstan


Monday turned out great, Y/N apparently is good at assisting and Chris is good at making her feel comfortable. They both agreed that Mondays and Wednesdays were the days that she could come in and help him and if she had any spare time she would also be able to work then. Everything about those three hours was amazing, Chris would ask her about her future and what was she planning on after college and sometimes they would transition the conversation to their personal lives. Families, friends, relationships; Chris was now certain that she was available but he still couldn’t figure out if she liked him back.

Keep reading

Love Triumphs Chapter 9: Decisions

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1250 Words

Chapter Summary: After Jared asks you to move in with him, you need to make a decision.

Story Summary:  AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Author’s Note: I usually try to pick a gif to match the chapter, but I couldn’t make my way past this one!

“What did you say?” You asked him, cocking your head to one side, sure you didn’t hear him correctly. There was no way he had just asked you to move in with him. After all, the two of you hadn’t been together very long, even long enough to officially call this a relationship. On top of that there was his kids, his ex wife, and the fandom who didn’t seem to like the fact that the two of you were together.

“I asked you to move in with me.” He repeated like it was the easiest concept in the world. He was staring at you, a lock of his hair covering his eye. If you did know better, you would have thought he was at easy, like this was a normal every day conversation. But you could see the subtle differences. The way his eyes had narrowed, or the way he kept chewing on his lip. His long, lean leg was bouncing next to you, even more energy than he usually had.

“Jared, that’s nice of you to offer, but…” You started arguing, even though you weren’t sure why. It actually made sense, and you knew you were easily falling for him.

Keep reading

Luck

Adrinette Month Day 12: Childhood Friends

Yes, I know this is really late. (you know, I do cover first kiss, reveal, and proposal in this though, soooo does that count as being ahead?) Apparently it takes me a week to finish a one-shot. But hey, I think I actually managed to write some fluff for once so I’m happy.

ao3

~~~


They were four years old when she first met him.

She watched as he tugged a pretty lady into the bakery, a smile lighting up his entire face and making his eyes shine, his hair tousled from the summer breeze. Marinette was mesmerized by that smile, by those eyes, by the golden glint of his hair. The boy looked like a drop of sunlight that had landed on Earth and was delighted by the people who lived there.

The pretty lady that must’ve been the boy’s mom struck up a conversation with her own mom, talking about needing things for something called a gala. The boy wandered from his mom’s side, gawking at the few handcrafted pastries displayed at his eye level. He stopped by a cake that had been baked and frosted to look like a cat and pressed his small hands against the glass. Marinette left her spot from behind the counter and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

Keep reading

anira8884  asked:

Look i love you and shance is my jam so im telling you i am willing to die for aranged marriage shance or fake dating shance because those are my most favorite tropes in the entire universe. I hope you are not bored anymore i love you okay bye

I know you’ve sent this my way before, and before I was super hesitant to do this because of my writing ability, but you’ve been so kind in waiting for me to finally do something like this, so I’ll try my best todo is justice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lance may or may not be on the brink of an anxiety attack. Ok, he might be having it right now because finals were over. Which was great! No school, no tests, no homework. What isn’t good news is that he has to go home. And home is where his mother is. Expecting him. And his boyfriend that he’s been telling her about for months. A boyfriend that he does not actually have. That is why he is passing back and forth in his dorm, rambling on and on about how much of a dead man he is when he gets home.

“Why don’t you just tell your mom that you two broke up? That happens all the time.” Hunk suggests. Pidge doesn’t miss a beat, adding on “especially with you.” Lance stops pacing for a moment and gives Pidge an unamused glare. “This is serious guys! I told my mom that things were getting serious, I can’t just call her up and say we broke up. She’s going to ask what happens, and then my entire summer is going to be filled with her trying to pair me off with someone. Which is the exact reason I told her I had a boyfriend in the first place!”

Lance falls back onto his bed with a groan, just trying to figure out how to keep his mother from setting him up on ‘accidental’ dates with pretty much every gay, bi, or curious guy in their town. He’s glad that his mother is supportive of him, and is always trying to be helpful. But sometimes, it’s just too much. That’s why he told her that he already had a boyfriend, so hat he doesn’t have to go through another summer being set up at any possible moment. He wasn’t expecting his mother demanding he bring his ‘great boyfriend’ with him for the first week of summer. He tried to make an excuse as to why his 'boyfriend’ couldn’t come, but his mother had already made up her mind and even started setting up the guest room for 'him’.

This the freak out. Since there wasn’t any body to take home with him. Lance groans again even louder. Ready to just call his mother and tell her that he and his 'boyfriend’ broke up, or something. That is, until he got the best idea ever. Lance shoots up and opens up his contacts in his phone. He kept scrolling through his contacts, and even gains Pidge’s attention away from her computer.

“What are you doing Lance?”

“I think I figured out a solution to my problem! Aha!” Lance found the contact he was looking for and hits the call button. He holds the phone to his ear, hearing the ringing on the other line. The 3rd ring stops midway, interrupted by a disgruntled “yeah?”

“Hey Keith! Is your brother there?”

“Yeah?”

“Great! Can you put him on?”

“Ugh, fine, just make it quick.” Yup. The ever grumpy emo of their group.

“Lance you aren’t seriously asking Keith to pretend to be your boyfriend are you?” Pidge asks, getting Hunk to look away from his own packing looking at Lance like he just ate a ghost pepper. Again.

“No way. Like if ever ask mullet to be my boyfriend. Pretend or not.” He hears a some grumbles on the line, and then another voice is speaking through the speaker.

“hey Lance. Keith said you wanted to talk?”

Lance returns his attention back to his phone, crossing his fingers as he talks.

“Yeah. Do you still have nothing to do for the summer?”

“Yeah, with Keith going on his cross country hiking trip, I’ve got pretty much nothing going on. Why?”

Lance takes in a dead breath, hoping to any gods that are looking down on him.

“I have a proposal for you…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lance drives into he driveway, making sure he doesn’t hit any of the other parked cars. He parks the car and looks over to his 'boyfriend’ Shiro. Trying to figure out how lucky he got when Shiro agreed to pretend to be his boyfriend for a week at his parents place. It might have been the promise of home cooked food and being able to get out of his and Keith’s apartment, but lance isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“So do you remember what we talked about on the way here? Do you want to go over anything before we do this?”

Shiro lets out a laugh, which surprising helps some of Lance’s nerves. “Yeah, I think I got it all. And if I forget anything, I’ll just look to you. But don’t you think this is going a bit far?”

“Once you meet my family, especially my mom, you’ll understand.” Lance retorts, watching Shiro laugh again as he steps out of the jeep onto the gravel drive way. Lance lets out a little chuckle himself and follows suit, walking towards the trunk to help get their bags out. He leads Shiro, who took most of the bags, up the porch yo the door, and doesn’t even get to knock on the door before it’s flung open and large man wraps Lance up into a hug that could rival Hunk’s (not that Lance would ever tell him) and with a booming voice calls out “LANCE IS HOME!!!” And lance can’t help but laugh at his uncle Philippe, hugging back as best as he can.

As soon as his uncle puts him back down, he’s overrun with little children, all clamping to either hug him or look at Shiro like he’s some sort of wild animal. Lance finally is able to untangle himself from tiny arms, he takes hold of Shiro’s hand, well more like his finger, and lead him inside the house. Navigating around all the aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, Lance is able to get Shiro into the guest room with as minimal questions and prodding from his family as possible, but he can tell that Shiro has caught on as to why Lance quizzes him on heir 'history’ the entire way there.

“Your family is definitely…”

“A lot?”

“I was going to say lively, but that works too.” Shiro huffs out with a chuckle, dropping the bags at his feet.

“Yeah, sorry about that, they just REALLY like meeting new people. Especially if it’s someone like a boyfriend or girlfriend. But if any of hem get super weird or intrusive, just let them know and they’ll back off. Usually.” Lance reassures Shiro, knowing that he’s still a little uneasy about his prosthetic arm. Shiro gives him an appreciated smile and sits next to him on the bed. “Thanks Lance.” Lance looks up at Shiro, unable to keep his smile and his own appreciation out of his voice. “I should be thanking you Shiro, you are helping me dodge a huge bullet by being here.” Shiro looks to Lance and pats his hand on his knee. “Well I hope the good is as good as you proclaimed all the way here.” Shiro smiles and offers his hand to Lance, who takes it and leads them out of the room, back into the fray of noisy relatives and overexcited nieces and nephews.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lance wasn’t lying about the food, it was truly out of this world. Shiro scoops another spoonful of the homemade stir fry into his mouth, trying to pick out one voice from the other as everyone around the table chatters away with each other.

Lance wasn’t kidding about his family wanting to ask any question they want, they asked about pretty much everything about their make believe relationship; how they met, what their first date was, their first kiss, pretty much anything about their relationship. Shiro was very glad Lance drilled all of it into him during the ride there. A few of the kids had asked about his arm, but Lance would immediately redirects them to a game or something else, and helping Shiro if he ever needed to just take a break from answering so many questions. Lance just always seemed to know when to be there. God, Shiro does not regret pretending being Lance’s boyfriend. If only it wasn’t really pretending.

Ok. So Shiro had a pretty big crush on Lance. No big deal. It’s not like Shiro would ever tell Lance his feelings, or if Lance would ever accept his feelings. But if he could do this for Lance, than he would happily do it again.

“-iro?”

Shiro snaps out of his thoughts and looks over to Mrs. McClain who was sitting next to him.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh. Well, ask away.” Shiro gives her his best impressive smile, prepared to answer something about his and Lance’s relationship.

“How did you know you wanted to date my boy? What about him swept you off your feet?” Shiro could feel the blush grow rapidly across his face.

“Mom!” Lance almost screeches, gaining the attention of everyone else at the table. It grows increasingly quite as all eyes are on Shiro. “Shiro you don’t have to-”

“I guess, it was his jokes at first. I mean, yeah they were pretty cheesy, but they always helped lighten the mood. And then it was the smaller things that no one really notices. How he will always put his friends first; how he’ll take care of his friends whenever their sick or upset. He’ll make sure everyone is comfortable and happy, even if it means he isn’t all the time. And then when we shared a class, I saw how focused and passionate he about his classes and his interests. How he’s so protective of his friends and doesn’t let anyone stop him when he gets an idea in his head, even if they aren’t the best. He sorta worked his way into my heart with each moment that I got to know him more. ” everyone is speechless with Shiro’s answer, Lance looking at him with such surprise and it was stunning, seeing Lance be caught off guard like that. His mother seems to be satisfied with his answer and goes about asking one of Lance’s sisters about her work, snapping everyone out of whatever stupor they were caught in and resuming their conversations, gladly taking the spotlight off of Shiro. Who went back to eating, trying to ignore the red blush that still decorate his scarred nose and cheeks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was late at night, everyone else was pretty much asleep or heading off to bed themselves. Shiro was able to head back it to the front porch, taking in the clear night sky and all of the stars that was usually so hard to see in the city. The front door squeaks open, and Shiro turns in his spot, expecting to see Lance. Instead, it was his mother, who happily takes a seat on the stair above Shiro, looking up into the night sky in a oddly comforting silence.

Hey both continue to enjoy the view in their mutual silence, until lance’s mother speaks.
“When you do ask out my boy, I’m sure he won’t hesitate saying yes.” It was said so calm and so matter-of-fact, that it left Shiro staring at her, gaping at her. How did she find out?
“I-I don’t know what you mean. I’m already dating Lance.” That came out much more shaky then Shiro would like it to be. Mrs. McClain chuckles to herself and looks down to Shiro.
“Honey, do you really think my boy can lie to me? I knew from the moment you got here. But I also saw how much you actually like him.”
Shiro tries to stammer out some sort of response, his blush growing more and more. It was probably already taking over his neck.
“So just know that when you two do start dating, for real, I’ll be very happy he found someone like you.” And with that, she got up and left Shiro to his stuttering thoughts and the stars in the sky.
Well, so much for fooling his family. But Shiro can’t exactly say that he’s not happy he had that chat with his mother.

Shiro looks back up to the stars, and whispers to himself “when we start dating, huh? That’s a nice idea.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tada! Finally did it! I added I some pining Shiro because why not, and don’t try and fool mama McClain, she can tell when any of her children are lying.

I really hope you enjoy this! I know I had some fun writing this!

Natural Bonds

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff, smut
Summary&A/N: You set out to share a place close to your heart with Taehyung. Together, you make it even more special. Dedicated to any other country girls who sometimes feel a little left out in the fandom.
Word Count: 4.3K


Home can be different for everyone. For some, it’s a physical place. For others, it’s a person. You are one of the lucky ones who have both. That both fit so flawlessly together is a gift unlike any other.

From the first time you’d brought Taehyung back to your childhood home, he fit like he belonged here as much as you. He charmed your family flawlessly just as they did him. Mutual politeness rapidly gave way to the same teasing warmth you grew up with. It matched him perfectly. Now they always ask when you’ll be bringing him back.

Keep reading

to win the hand of pasithea

y’all, i wrote a draft of this back in january during a cross-continental flight while ridiculously sleep-deprived in order to submit it on time for a flash exchange. i only just now finished it, thanks to @crispypata‘s beta work. @clairelutra THIS IS FOR YOU, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND SUPPORT, PLEASE ENJOY (also on ao3)

In which there’s this really great, kinda dark akuma that gets absolutely no screentime because there are kwami to save, freakouts to be had, and teenage shenanigans to steal the show.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Can i ask for some bros helping their s/o out during a panic attack? Class has been stressing me out OTL ALSO i love love love you guys' writings! Thanks for the hard work ❤

My personal apologizes for the stressful classes, anon. I can totally relate to that 😳

With that said, I hope you can find a small means of escape through Leigh and I’s writing!

I’ve found that literature is a good way to step away from it all 💕

Enjoy!

Song: “Beach Baby” by Bon Iver

NOCTIS✧

You weren’t exactly sure what it had been to set you over the edge.

Between the extra shifts you had been picking up in between classes, the endless deadlines drawing near, and the stress of maintaning your relationship with the prince, you had been worked to the bone for what felt like an eternity.

Sure, you had been managing, what with can after can of energy drink and minimal eating to stay awake and get everything done.

But you can only manage for so long, and everybody has their tipping point.
A long awaited Friday night date with Noctis just so happened to be that tipping point.

You had been looking forward to it for weeks, your excited red scribbles of pen scrawling out each coming day on the calander, anxiously counting down.

Knowing how hard you’d been pushing yourself, all of the guys had chipped in to make this a special night.

Gladio and Prompto had offered to go on a hunt and score some extra Gil to pay for expensive ingredients, whilst Ignis had taken the role as chef to prepare the meal.

They wanted to make sure you didn’t lift a finger.

You felt like a princess, being taken care of by everybody to have a relaxing night with your boyfriend.

You should’ve been at ease, in the comfort of your and Noctis’ shared apartment, sitting across his smiling face illuminated only by the soft light of flickering tea candles.

But you weren’t.

Keep reading

Leading Suspects: Chapter 21

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20.


As promised for Friday…smut! And fluff. ;-) We’re in the home stretch on this one, so enjoy! Smooches, @peetabreadgirl!


My friends are meddling little shits.

After I got back from the sheriff’s office, they asked all kinds of probing questions about what I did while I was there. They were both disappointed when I told them that Peeta neither handcuffed me nor had his way with me on top of his desk.

“Then what good is it dating a sheriff?” Johanna had asked in exasperation. Hearing words put to it scared the snot out of me and I quickly hid myself in my room shortly after, claiming that I needed to call and check on Daily Fix. Which was true. I’ve been neglecting my business.

Once that was done, I sucked it up and called my investors to rearrange our next meeting, since I have no idea how much longer I’ll be here in Twelve Willows. I guess since I’m technically not a suspect anymore, I could leave any time, but I don’t want to leave Madge when all of this is still unresolved.

That thought led to thinking about how I’m supposed to leave here after what’s happened with Peeta. I’m no good with labels and this one eludes me worse than most. Whatever it is between us, I can’t stay here indefinitely. We’re not dating. We can’t be dating. My life is in Philadelphia. Daily Fix is in Philadelphia. My friends, other than Madge, are in Philadelphia. Which makes Peeta and I temporary.

Keep reading

Telling

This is Part Seven in “Together”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Jared
Words:  1028

Read “Needy”
Read “Deserving”
Read “Loving”
Read “Vacation”
Read “Try”
Read “Remember”

This part was requested by @scxrchy

A/N: After “Together” and “Our Girl” are finished, I will no longer be doing poly stories. 



           “I want to tell,” you said, looking at Jared and Jensen as the three of you got ready for the con panel.

           “What?” Jensen looked over at you, obviously confused as to what you were talking about.

           “I want to tell them we’re in a relationship.”

           Jared stopped what he was doing and joined Jensen looking at you, “Y/N, it’s not exactly something people will accept.”

           “I know,” you said, “But … I feel like they’ll find out. I feel like they’ll just see us and know. And I don’t want to have to pretend in front of them. It’s not fair. They’re amazing and they deserve to know what’s going on. And if we’re gonna tell them about my injury, then we tell them about where we were and why.”

           Jensen sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Do you think we’re prepared for backlash?” he asked.

           “You’re really asking if I’m prepared for backlash,” you said, looking at him, “Because I’m the unstable one.”

           “Babe, don’t take it like that. I just know that we’re going to get hate for this. And I don’t want to see you, or us go through that.”

           “I don’t want to hide.”

           “Then we’ll tell them,” Jared said.

           You looked over at him, “Yeah?”

           He nodded, “Yeah.”

           Jensen sighed slightly, “Okay. Okay, we’ll tell them.”

Keep reading