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Ever Since New York

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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.”

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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!”

Fucking Idiot

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Cute Fluffness & Swearing

(you should know by now that I swear all the time in my imagines lol)

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: Sorry I posted this late but I love you all!! I really wanted to type something about his nose getting broken for a second time.

me working on future posts like v

Originally posted by amethystslinky


[Reader’s POV]


  Today you were walking Tessa out in town for a little while. You needed to be out and about since it was healthy for the baby. Of course people snapped pictures which made you uneasy without Tom. One man came close and Tessa barked at him to make him go away. She was protecting you and the baby.


   You had an hour before Tom’s flight would land so you thought this opportunity would be great. Harrison wasn’t responding to your messages since he told you to stay off of social media. His warning was it could harm the baby if I got stressed. Of course you wanted to look but you took Harrison’s word for it.


“Hey your Tom Holland’s wife right?” a teenager asks coming up to you and Tessa. Giving her a smile you nod.


“Can I please take a picture with you?I-I mean if you don’t mind, My friends will never believe me” She gushes pushing up her glasses. Freckles adorned her cheeks, your heart wanting your daughter to be sweet as this.


“Of course love get your phone out” She pulls her phone out of her bag while you tell Tessa to sit. She angles the camera so all of you are in the frame. Tessa’s tag was wagging and hitting your ankle.


“Thank you so much! You’re going to be a great mum, Tom is lucky to have you! Bye Tessa, tell Tom Roxy says Hi!” she waves before walking down the street. Her backpack bouncing as she ran towards the bus that pulled up to the curb.


“Alright Tess let’s go stop at the store real quick and pick something up yeah?” Tugging her leash a bit we head towards a grocery store. Thinking you wouldn’t get too much because you had to carry it all back.


-


[Tom’s POV]


“Mate how bad is it? Do you think she’s going to freak out?” I ask Harrison opening up the camera on my phone. Looking at my reflection I cringe at the sight. My gaze moving to Harrison with fear in my eyes.


“Dude it’s so bad, she’s going to flip her shit… you know it’s going to be worse since she has all those extra hormones thanks to the baby…” Harrison laugh before looking back at his phone. Rolling my eyes I feel a pain of guilt from lying to her.


   Recently she texted me asking if everything was okay because of what Harrison said to her. Yet in reality everything is not okay. My face is swollen, it’s bruised and sensitive to the touch. I couldn’t even cover it with makeup. I miserably failed at trying to cover it up and just gave up in general.


   I FaceTimed her before I broke my nose on set that day. We were wrapping up week two of Chaos Walking and I fucked up again. My fans gave me so much shit for it. Literally a walking meme,I saw so many memes about me. I still get teased about not saying croissant right. Quackson will forever be the meme of my existence.


“I told her not to check social media so she wouldn’t stress out because I’m not losing my goddaughter to you being careless on set Tom” Harrison remarks sending a quick glare to me. Harrison hasn’t looked at me like that before.


“You’re exaggerating, I couldn’t possibly cause that” I deny looking at Harrison as if he was insane. Me be the cause of my daughter’s death?


“It’s possible Tom, women who are pregnant and go through high amounts of stress can lead to a miscarriage.. I swear I’ve done more research than you mate” his tone laced with seriousness but teasing me. I couldn’t tell if he was more serious than teasing me.


“Shut it Harrison, I’m the father of this baby.. I’m supposed to know more here” I say pulling my phone out of my jacket pocket. Opening up my instagram and taking a scroll through. Another text message pops up on my notification bar.


Love of my LIFE:

Tom are you sure everything’s okay?


You:

Yeah everything’s fine love, see you in a few hours.. Give Tess a kiss for me and I’ll see you tonight for dinner with the family since I’ll only be home for two days..


Love of my LIFE:

Met one of your fans today, Her name is Roxy and she says hi! I’ll make sure dinner is ready for everyone tonight. Love you xx


-


[Reader’s POV]


“C’mon love let’s head inside so we can get ready for everyone coming over..” Ushering Tessa to walk into the house. Carrying the bags inside the house and setting them down real quick. Standing back up straight you lock the door behind you.


   Leaning down to reach for the bags and groaning because you can’t reach them. Squatting down and grabbing the bags. Swearing underneath your breath because now you can’t stand back up.  Placing your hand on the door handle you manage to pull yourself up somehow.


   Tessa walks by tilting her head looking at you struggling. A laugh escapes your lips cause she looks so damn cute. Tom was normally the one to help you up but now that he’s been gone filming it’s been harder. You’ve had to adapt to doing things without him around.

“I wish you could be human sometimes” you sigh once you’re fully situated and not feeling off balance. You were currently three and a half months pregnant and luckily your bump wasn’t huge. Your mother had a huge bump but luckily so far you haven’t exploded.


    Time went by quicker than you thought as you made dinner in the kitchen. In between everything you set up the table with the essentials. Setting wine glasses out for Tom, Nikki, and Dom. You couldn’t wait to have alcohol again but that wouldn’t be for a while.


   Stirring the sauce in the pan and a separate sauce in case anyone had an allergy to mushrooms. You couldn’t remember which of the twins couldn’t have it so you just made two sauces. Paddy preferred marinara sauce but he called it “Red Sauce.” You never made Quinoa because Tom was sick of it ever since he could only eat that on a diet he had for a film.


    You were turning into a mom and were remembering what people liked and didn’t liked. Only reason is because you’ll have to do that when your daughter is born and as she grows up.  Your phone starts ringing making you come back to reality. Taking it off the charger you answer it bringing it up to your ear.


“Ello love, we just picked up Tom so we’ll be there in an hour okay? Traffic got crazy because of the fans knowing Tom was coming home”she explains through the the conversations going on in the background. You could hear Sam and Harry insulting each other and Paddy’s laughter.


“You two knock it off! Your mum is on the phone” Dom’s voice stern making the car go silent. Nikki thanks him for getting them to be quiet.


“That’s fine Nikki, I just have to finish the pasta and another dish so everything should be ready by then” your hands busy as the vegetables are being cut.


“I love you Darling! Ow Paddy stop!” you hear Tom’s voice in the background making you smile. Paddy is probably doing something and probably pinched Tom. Not thinking much of it you say I love you too before hanging up.


[Tom’s POV]


“Your face is fucked” Sam snickers pulling out his phone from his pocket. He takes a quick picture making me upset.


“Fuck you Sam, I’m already scared as it is..”


“Yeah scared of your pregnant wife” Harry’s laughter is joined by Sams. Rolling my eyes from their annoying comments.


“Tom did you not tell her about your nose?” Paddy asks re zipping his jacket up. Nodding my head Paddy’s eyes widen.


“But.. Tom lying isn’t nice” I was getting chastened by my youngest brother, great.


“If she swears at you I won’t be surprised” my mum turns in her seat to look back at me. Guilt growing in my chest, thanks everyone.


“Mum.. I was just trying not to freak her out” I defend myself huffing a breath out looking away from her gaze.


[Reader’s POV]


   Sighing in content when everything was done. Tessa was roaming around the kitchen looking for food that may have fallen. Heading up the stairs carefully towards our bedroom. I go to the closet to change my outfit since it had flour on it.


     You spilt flour on yourself when trying to make cookies for the boys but mainly Paddy. He loved the cookies you made and would come over sometimes to make them with you. The boys would come over to check on you and the baby when they could. His brothers have such a sweet side to them when they aren’t messing with Tom.


   Pulling another pair of maternity leggings on and grabbing a tank top out of the dresser after. Going to the closet you pick out a gray cardigan and slip it onto your arms. The fabric warming you up, the draft in the house made you chilled. Another reason why you missed Tom being home because he is so warm at night.


   Looking at yourself in the mirror and turning to the side. A smile on your face as you see your bump, it’s so damn cute. Heading out of the room you head back downstairs. Tessa following you everywhere you went. She was like your own personal guard dog when you were home alone.


   Tom’s voice comes from the foyer of the house. Reaching the last step with Tessa she jumps over to Tom. Nikki walking in with some flowers, a smile on her sweet face. Dom walks in waving at you before taking his jacket off. Looking back at Tom’s face you see his skin around his nose is bruised and swollen.


“Thomas what happened to your face?” You ask placing your hands on your hips. He slowly looks up from Tessa giving you a small smile. Sam and Harry coming in , their conversation ending.


“I uh.. Fuck. I broke my nose on set darling” Tom explains making panic flood through your system.


“You fucking idiot, that’s the second time you’ve done that.. You lied to me what the hell” annoyance in your tone but who are you kidding? You weren’t that surprised he broke it again.


“Fucking idiot” Sam and Harry say simultaneously making Tom groan. The boys laugh high fiving each other. Paddy stumbles in looking at everyone laughing at Tom. 


“Hey, what did I miss?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Nikki ruffles his hair trying to stifle her laughter.


“Let’s just say Tom learned his lesson for lying” she explains leaning down and kissing Paddy’s head.


“Alright everyone go serve yourselves, food is in the kitchen.. Also Paddy I made some cookies for you” you smile over at him. He takes off towards the kitchen followed by Sam and Harry.


“Tom why did you lie to me?” you ask stepping down from the stairs. He stands up walking over to you once everyone is in the kitchen.


“I was embarrassed okay? I’m really sorry love.. Can you forgive me?” Tom’s eyes looked pained and you felt bad. Ugh these hormones flip on and off like a switch.


“I can forgive you, but you have to put an ice pack on that right now.. Don’t be stubborn or else” You point your finger at him sternly. Pecking him on the lips you then take him to the kitchen.


   Going into the kitchen you walk over to the fridge. Opening the freezer you grab a bag of peas out. Handing them to him he puts the bag on his nose wincing. Laughing at how silly he looked with the bag on his face. It was good to see him home even if it was just for a little while.


“I love you” a smile on your face as you looked at Tom. He takes his free hand grabbing one of yours.


“More than yesterday?” He asks with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes you nod.


“Yes Tom, more than yesterday” His smile always making your heart flutter. Your love for him grows more and more each day.

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.

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Being the Bait - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by puxlineel

word count: 7090
summary: you’re tired of theo constantly breaking your heart, but the idea of losing him again just doesn’t seem like an option.  (set in 6A but not everything follows the episodes exactly)
warnings: swearing, angsty depression, night terrors, murder
a/n: this isn’t the song used for the lil prompt below, but i listened to this a lot while writing this imagine.  idk if y’all even click those link or not but i thought you’d want the same experience


[you’ve taken my heart by storm / i’m lost in your love / i can’t hold back anymore]

You blinked, not sure if what you were seeing was correct.  You raised your fists to your eyes, rubbing them as though to clear your vision.  

But nope, Theo Raeken was still standing there in front of you.  All chained up by Liam and Hayden.  A strip of duct tape over his mouth, which you were thankful for.  He couldn’t sweet talk out of this one like he’d done with you before.  He looked the same, the same dirty blonde gelled hair, the same muscular frame, same perfect jawline-

You snapped back into reality of the situation, and glared between the sophomore werewolves.

“What the hell did you do!?” You screamed, punching Liam in the shoulder and giving him a growl.  “Scott is going to kill you- hell, I’m gonna kill you! What were you thinking!”

“First of all, ow” Liam muttered.  “And second of all, Theo’s the only one we got who could tell us anything about the Dread Doctor’s experiment” You sighed, and rolled your eyes.

“Liam… goddamn it” You pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head as you looked down at the ground.  “Are you fucking kidding me” You sighed.

“He’s right” Hayden piped up.  “He’s the only leverage we have for figuring out what these Ghost Riders want” You looked from Hayden, and shot a glance at Theo, who had his eyes set on you.  You kept his stare for a moment, before looking up at the sky, trying to process through your wild, thought jumbled head.

“Okay” You sighed, looking back to Liam.  “Okay” Your eyes wandered the woods that they’d told you to meet them at.  “But why here?”

“We’re searching” Hayden shrugged.  When you stole another glance at your ex boyfriend, you found his eyes were still on you and you quickly turned away.

“Fine.  But no promises that I don’t maul him when this is all over” You said, flashing your ice blue eyes at Liam.

You all began walking, and you weren’t quite sure where it was you were going.  Just that the betas on either side of you were determined to get somewhere.  Liam kept telling Hayden about what he’d learned so far about the Hunt, but you’d zoned out of the conversation, falling a bit behind the both of them as you were swamped in your own thoughts.

Mostly memories, of your time with Theo before his true self was revealed.  The day that you’d found out he was working with the Doctors, your entire being felt shattered, and your heart broken.  But if you were being honest with yourself, you cried yourself to sleep many nights after you’d watched him get dragged down to the pits of hell.  And your heart was still broken.

You jumped and spun around when you felt a small nudge on your arm.  You saw that Theo had awkwardly put the back of his hand against your forearm, while still in his handcuffs.  You kept his gaze again for a moment, wishing that things weren’t the way they were.

But that wasn’t going to change, and no matter how sorrowful he looked at you, neither were you.

You looked away, and walked quickly forward, trying to join the conversation with Liam and Hayden again.

Theo Raeken needed to be out of your life, even if you needed to carve him out yourself.


You ended up in the middle of nowhere.  It was dark now, and you were in the middle of the woods, having no idea where it was you even are.

“Liam” You grumbled, putting your hands on your head.  “I am actually going to murder you in these woods” Hayden stepped defensively in front of him, but you just rolled your eyes.  “Well give me a reason not to!” You yelled at them both, and Liam sighed.

“Because Scott would be-”

“Oh, he’d be just as pissed as I am right about now” You said in a growl.  “Not only, did you lead us all out here so we’re lost in these woods” You angrily through your arm towards Theo.  “You brought back this fucking psychopath!” Your heart tightened at the words you’d used, but you’d known it was true.

“y/n, breathe for a sec, okay?” Liam said, putting his hand on your shoulder.  You huffed in frustration.

“And why should I do that when I’m stuck out here with the last person I want to be with, ever” You said angrily.  Liam handed his end of the chain to Hayden, and she proceeded to tie Theo up at a thick tree.

“Maybe because your claws are digging into the palms of your hands and your eyes are..” Liam trailed off, and you closed your eyes tightly, willing the color to go away.  You hated their new color.  “Look if you want help with control it took me a while too-”

“No.  I don’t need it” You snapped back at him.  “Just let me breathe on my own” You said, walking away, and running your hands through your hair, pleading with your inner self that you could shift back to being human.  Tears welled in your eyes as your mind flashed back to the worst night of your life.

Not only had Theo been ripped away from you to spend his eternity beneath the surface of the earth, but you’d lost the beautiful yellow color of your shifting eyes.  They’d gone from a golden color, to a sky blue one, in a matter of seconds.  And it was a complete accidental incident.

You could hear thrashing and metal clanking behind you, and looked out of the corner of your eye to see Theo struggling against his restraints, pulling and yanking.  He was mumbling under the duct tape, but no real words came out.  You tilted your head just barely towards the three of them, listening to what Liam and Hayden were saying.

“We’re not letting you free damnit stop trying!” Liam said angrily, and Hayden tightened the chains around the tree.

“Hey” You called so they’d hear you, but your voice was soft as you wiped your sleeves over your eyes.  “Let’s just get going” You said, taking their attention away from the chimera so they’d stop yanking on the metal cuffs around his wrists.  “I think I could get us out of here if we backtrack enough” You told them, and Liam sighed in relief.

“Thank god” He said, and began to undo the ends of the chains where Hayden had tied them around the trunk of the tree.

“I got it” You said, taking over and unlooping them with ease.  Liam reached out to take them, but you held onto them with a firm grip.  He didn’t question you, and neither did Hayden.  Because all four of you knew that Theo was much less likely to run away if you were the one holding onto his leash.  In fact, both you and him knew he wouldn’t even think about it if you were holding the chains.

You’d gotten everyone to the entrance of the preserve, where both yours and Liam’s cars were parked, and everyone felt both relief and exhaustion.  You checked your phone for the time.

“Jesus it’s ten o’clock” You sighed.

“There’s no reception… I wonder if Scott tried to contact us” Liam said worriedly, but you didn’t care so much about Scott at the moment.

“Where’s he gonna stay..?” You asked with a nervous tremor in your voice.

“Well we can’t just let him go off to… wherever the hell he lived” Liam said.  You almost corrected him by telling him that Theo had a small apartment but kept your mouth shut.  “Don’t look at me, my step dad would kill me if I just showed up with him at my house” Liam said with wide eyes towards you.  “Besides.  He’d kill me in my sleep in an instant” He said in disgust.  Your ears picked up in the slowed pace of Theo’s heart beat, but no one else seemed to notice it so you didn’t mention it.

“My sister hates when I bring Liam home, you think she’s gonna let some eighteen year old boy stay the night?” Hayden scoffed, crossing her arms.  Your hands tightened on the chains in your hand, bending the thick links as you came to a realization.

“Your parents are still on vacation right?” Liam asked, and you tilted your head, giving him a glare.

“Oh, you can’t be serious” You growled.


You shoved Theo into the back seat of your car, slamming the door, not even checking to see if he’d pulled his legs in or not.  But by the lack of bones crushing as you whipped the door shut, you figured he’d moved inside just in time.

You spun around, and punched your fist hard across Liam’s jaw, and he stumbled back, but it barely fazed him.

“You’re lucky to have your life tonight” You said angrily.  Liam rolled his eyes.

“You’re being over dramatic.  At least he won’t kill you if he stays at yours”

You swung at him again, but this time he dodged your punch.

“Great, now keep up that aggression for when he’s there” Liam said, giving you two thumbs up before dragging Hayden quickly away towards his car.

“Well fuck you Dunbar!” You yelled after he shut the door and turned on the car’s engine.  When he drove away from you, you flipped him off.  “Fuck you!” You yelled again, then stormed over to your own car.  You angrily opened the door and slammed it as you got in.

You put your hands on the wheel, catching your breath as you realized you were panting from the frustration boiling up inside of you.

“Blue’s a new color on you” You heard an all to familiar and calm voice say from behind you.  Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, thankful to see that they were back to their normal y/e/c.  But not so thankful to see Theo, with his duct tape in his hands.  You cursed internally upon realizing his hands weren’t bound by anything now.  Thought the cuffs were still on them, he could remove the tape easily.

“If you think that I won’t kill you in an instant if you put me, or my friends, into any danger, then you are sadly mistaken” You said, finally jamming your key into the ignition and turning it.  You instantly began to drive away.

“And if you think that I’d intentionally hurt you in any way, then you know even less about me than you thought” He said with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t think it’s in your best interest to crack jokes about all the lies you fed me” You grumbled, going five miles more than the speed limit to get home faster.

“y/n I-”

“I don’t care Theo” You said, keeping your expression as blank as possible, and refusing to look back at him.  With that, he shut his mouth, and was silent the whole rest of the ride back to your place.

When you got here, you let him walk himself behind you to the door.  You knew he wouldn’t try to make a run for it.  He carried all the chains in his arms, and stayed silent as you unlocked the door.  He closed it behind him, and locked it again.

“You have the couch” You said, pointing to the living room before going upstairs to change into pajamas.

You stalled in your room, trying to calm down the wave of emotions you were currently drowning in.  Yes, the feelings you’d had for Theo were still all there.  All the passion and love and adoration you’d had for almost half the year.  But now, it was mixed up with something new, and cold.  A hatred, a boiling anger.  You knew in your heart of hearts that Theo Raeken was a manipulative liar, but that you still had feelings for him.  And you had no idea what to do about it.

With a sigh, you decided to bring down a pillow and blankets for him.  You went down the stairs to see he was lying there, on his back, his hands folded over his chest with all the chains sitting there on his stomach.  Some hung down and swung near the floor.  When you entered the room, he looked over at you as you held out the items you’d grabbed for him.

“Here” Was all you could manage to say as you set them on the coffee table in front of your couch.  You crouched down in front of him, pulling a bobby pin out of your hair and picking the lock on his handcuffs with ease.  Theo gave you a small grateful smile as they fell off, and he rubbed his wrists immediately to relieve the sharp pain of the bruises there.

“Thank you” He said, and you looked at him, but didn’t say anything.  When you finally tore your eyes away from his green ones, you stood up, tugged down your sleep shorts awkwardly, and headed back towards the stairs.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, mostly tossing and turning and your mind jumping with the thought of Theo sleeping in your house again.  But every time he’d done so before, he was always in your bed.  His arms protectively holding you against him, a few kisses pressing into your hair as he fell asleep.

It felt weird to have him here without him holding you.


After the long restless night, you took a long shower the next morning before putting on your outfit for school.  You went downstairs while adjusting it, and was surprised to see Theo just sitting on the couch.  His blankets and pillow neatly folded and stacked back onto the coffee table.

“Uh, you want breakfast?” You asked timidly, pointing off to the kitchen.  He nodded his head, and followed you in.  “I’m making toast… is that okay?”

Why should it matter if that’s okay with him, he’s my prisoner, you thought to yourself, but didn’t take back the offer.

“Toast is fine” He said, and sat at the table while you put bread in the toaster.  It was silent as you got down the plates, and pulled out butter and a knife as well.  But he was the first to speak up again.  “You know if.. If you want to ask me questions or something I’d answer one hundred percent honestly” He told you.  You looked at him for a moment, testing to see if he was lying.

You didn’t find a tell that he was.

But you looked back at the toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up.  “No thanks” You said, twiddling the knife around between your fingers.  “I actually don’t want to know a single thing” You added.

Breakfast was silent.

The car ride to school was silent.

He kept in step next to you on the way into the building.  He felt weird, seeing that he was in the same clothes as he was yesterday, and had no school books with him.  But he didn’t dare question you or whatever it was your plan was here.

You met up with Liam Mason and Hayden, and Mason was the only one who reacted upon seeing the chimera.  Instantly jumping behind Liam.  Who explained it all to his friend.

“I still don’t trust him” Mason said simply, and headed off.  Liam followed after him, causing Hayden to go as well.  You sighed, heading to your own locker instead.  Theo still right behind you.

“It feels weird being here again” He told you, filling the now awkward silence as he stood at your locker.  He looked over the crowd of students, who all gave him a weird look.  He could hear all their whispers, and he knew you could too.

“Where did he go?”

“I thought he like… died in that whole library wolf incident”

“Maybe he should die.  He was so cocky and rude”

“Are him and y/n still dating?”

“I hope not, that way I actually have a chance at prom king and queen with my boyfriend”

“He looks like he just crawled out of a hole”

You looked up at Theo as his eyes raked over the halls of people.  You frowned having heard what the other students were saying.

“Don’t listen to them” You told him against your better judgement.  “Just ignore them.  They don’t know anything” He looked at you, a slight surprised expression on his face upon realizing that you were easing his hurt feelings.

“Well congratulations y/n” He sighed.  “You aren’t the only one who wants me dead”

You didn’t say anything, just got the books you needed and headed off towards the library.  You were supposed to meet with Scott, Lydia, and Malia there.

Let’s just say it didn’t go well.  But you had somehow convinced Malia not to kill Theo.


At the end of the day, he was just sitting on the stairs outside of the school.  Since he was no longer technically in the system, he’d spent the whole day in the library, then headed outside when the final bell rang.  You were a little late coming outside, having been stopped by Scott.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be the one watching him” Scott told you.

“Yeah, and I’m the only one who can do it” You’d replied.  “And the only one he’d actually comply to “ You added.

“You think he wouldn’t try to hurt you and free himself?” Scott asked, not believing it as much as you did.

“I don’t” You said, before heading towards the doors.  “I’ll see you later McCall”

When you went outside, Theo was the only one there, sitting on the steps and wringing his hands together.

“Come on” You said quietly as you walked down, heading towards your car.  Theo got up and followed after you.  “Let’s go home”


The next two days, the silent tension between you two had faded away, and you’d grown used to having him in your home.  You’d gone to his apartment one night so that he could get all his clothes and other things he’d need during his stay at your house.

You were sitting in the living room, on the recliner with your legs criss crossed in your lap, a book in your hands as you read in silence.  Theo was on the couch, laying so that he was facing you as he messed around on his phone.

“It’s weird” He told you.  “It’s been awhile since I’ve had this, and I barely know what to use it for” You looked over at him as he tapped on the screen.

“Well what’d you need it for before?” You asked him, and he chuckled quietly to himself.

“I’d only ever used it to talk to you” He said, stealing a quick glance at you, and catching you with your cheeks pink and a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.  But you looked away, trying to remove the expression from your features.

“Sounds like a waste of money” You said blankly, your eyes staring down at your book, but unable to read a word.

“It wasn’t then” Was all he said.

Another hour spent in a more comfortable silence passed before you decided it was time for you to go up to bed.  You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped, and turned around.  You thought through what you were going to do next, before descending back down and going to the living room.  You found Theo already getting comfortable on the sofa under his small blanket and pillow.

“Hey-hey Theo?” You called nervously, and upon smelling the anxiousness on you, he looked at you worriedly.  “I… I was thinking that if… if you want you could st-stay upstairs in the guest room” You told him, and his brows rose in shock.

Was it just him, or were you warming up to him again?

“You know with the whole Ghost Riders thing and-and it’s storming and the couch just seems to small and uncomfortable-”

“I’d love to stay in the guest bedroom” He cut you off from your nervous rambling, and a breath of relief blew from your lips.

“A-alright then” You said, and he gathered his blankets and pillow up before following you upstairs.

And to think the last time he followed you up these stairs, it was so you could sneak into your bedroom for some mischief before your parents came home.

“It’s here” You said quietly, opening up the door that was across from yours.  Theo followed you in, and smiled at the bed.  He missed sleeping in a bed.

“Thank you” He said sincerely as he set his things on the mattress.  You nodded, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“Yeah I just figured it’s… time” You said, and he didn’t ask for clarification on what exactly you thought it was time for, but he smiled at your kindness towards him.  He sat on the bed, setting up his pillow and everything, but you hung back at the door hesitantly.

“Uh… Theo? Can I ask you a question?”

“I told you I’d tell you anything you wanted to know” He said, and you nodded at the memory of him saying that.

“Is Stiles real? Do you remember him?” You asked the question that everyone had been wondering lately.  Theo smiled at you, and laughed, but you didn’t get the joke.

“Oh he’s real” He told you, and your face lit up.

“He is? Were we friends?” You asked, stepping a little further in the room.  Theo nodded from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You were very close” He told you.  “Like brother and sister.  Scott too.  You were all like a family” He said, and your heart swelled at the idea.  All this time, you were worried that Lydia was just going bat shit banshee crazy, but she was telling the truth.

“Can you… could you tell me about him?” You asked, and he nodded again.

“He was.. Very sarcastic, all the time.  There was no off switch on his mouth.  But he was also very smart” You nodded, eagerly drinking up an information he had to offer.  “He never liked me he sorta… he sorta saw through the act” Theo said, beginning to quieten a little as he looked down.  “He actually told you a lot to break if off when we were dating and he’d… he’d threaten me a lot” You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of these memories, but nothing came up.  “He care very much about you y/n, that’s what’s important” He said.

“Thank you” You said softly, and he nodded, a sort of sad smile on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah anytime” He murmured.

“Are we going to win?” You asked him.  “Do you think we can… beat this? The Ghost Riders?” You asked, needing an honest opinion.  Scott’s ‘we can try’ speech was getting old and you needed real feedback.  Theo sighed before replying.

“I think it’s a long shot” He told you.  “But I’m not letting you get taken by them.  Any of you” He added the last piece quickly, but cared more about your safety than anyone else’s.  You nodded, a gentle smile pulling at your lips as you looked down at your feet again.

“Goodnight then, Theo” You said quietly before heading back out of the room.

“Goodnight y/n” He responded before you shut the door.


It was getting easier for you to sleep.  In the few days he’d been there you’d felt safer, even though Beacon Hills was becoming more dangerous by the minute.  With a Nazi Werewolf running around and taking Scott’s pack one by one, and the Ghost Riders taking out anyone in sight, the fear was amplifying every day.

You’d already lost Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Melissa, Argent and Stiles.  It was just a matter of time before they got to you too.

But the next night, when the house was quiet and it was late, you woke up screaming and thrashing in your sheets.  Theo had been there in a matter of two seconds, not even bothering to knock.  The only instinct he’d had was to get to you as fast as possible.

“y/n, y/n look at me” He sat on his knees in front of your bed as you sat up, tears streaming out of your eyes as he held your head in his hands.  “Hey… hey it’s alright” He whispered to you, brushing away your tears with his thumbs.  “It was just a bad dream, your safe, no one’s here” He told you in a soft tone that he’d used many times before.  Remembering your many nightmares and difficulty with sleep.  He knew exactly what to do, that all you needed was someone there to hold you, to coo to you, to tell you that you were safe.

But now, he wasn’t exactly sure of what you wanted from him.  So he sat there, his eyes staring into yours as you cried and he kept his hands cupped around your cheeks.  You surprised both him and yourself when you reached for him, slipping onto the floor onto your knees in front of him, your hands, clenched into fists, sliding around his neck as you held onto him tightly.

“Don’t let go- don’t let go” You mumbled, your eyes closing tightly.  He let out a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around you, holding you just as tightly as he used to.

His eyes closed, relishing in the memories of having your small body in his arms so casually before.  In the halls, on the couch, when sleeping, while waiting at your locker, hugging hello, hugging goodbye, in the kitchen, everywhere.  All the time.

“I won’t” Was all he could say as he ran his hands up and down your back.  “I won’t, I promise”

You stayed like that for a long time, sitting on the floor holding onto each other.  You’d never needed to be in his embrace more than now.

When more time than he thought he’d have you passed, you slowly released him, but didn’t move away, just wiped your eyes with your sleeve and stared at your lap.

“I got taken” You said quietly, opening up about what it was you’d dreamt about.  “They took me a-and no one else was there.  I was alone” He nodded, letting you pour it out before speaking.

“They’re not going to take you y/n” He said when you were quiet for a long time.  “I promise they won’t get you” You looked up at him with wet eyes, unsure of what to say to him.  Of course you didn’t believe it, there was no way he could stop them from getting you.  “I’d throw myself in front of them before ever letting you get taken, okay? He said, his hands framing around your face again.  Your eyes shot up to his, surprise and fear and what he’d recognized as adoration all inside of them.  For a moment of his staring, you thought he was going to kiss you.

But he didn’t.

He lifted you up, and set you back in bed, even covering you back up with the blankets you’d kicked off of yourself.

“Go back to sleep” He murmured, caressing your head with his hand gently before pulling away to leave.

And he left, going back to his own room, staying awake the rest of the night in case you’d need him again.

But as much as you wanted to call for him to come stay with you, you fought against yourself, and went to bed alone.

This time, feeling more lonely than ever.


You ran up to Scott desperately trying to catch your breath.  The hospital was pretty much abandoned, except for the pack, who was trying to fight back against the Ghost Riders.

“y/n!? What are you still doing here?! You were supposed to get Lydia and Malia and get out!” The alpha yelled, worry evident in his tone.

“I couldn’t leave! And neither could they-”

“Get back!” He yelled, grabbing you and pulling you away from the crack of one of the Riders’ whip.  “Run! Find Theo, and leave!” He roared, before turning back to the phantom cowboy, and growling.  You sprinted off before they began fighting.

You ran through halls, flickering lights and papers flying around.  It was like it was storming inside of the building.  You searched for Theo, your heartbeat racing as you looked everywhere.  Tears welled in your eyes in fear and worry.

What if he’d gotten taken? What if he was gone for good?

No, no not again.  You couldn’t let it happen again.  You’d lose yourself if you lost him again.

Upon sprinting around a corner, you ran into something, and fell back.  But they caught you.

“y/n!?” Theo’s nervous shriek rang through the hall.  “What’re you still doing here- you have to go!”

“No-no I couldn’t leave” You told him, but he shook his head, his hands coming around your arms as he tried to move you away.

“You can’t be here- you can’t be here y/n you have to go” He begged you, grabbing your hand and running with you to the nearest exit he could find.

“I can’t leave! I have to help!” You said, and he brought you to a hall where Malia and Lydia were.

“Oh thank god” He muttered.  “Lydia! You gotta get her out of here!” He called, and she came up to you both.

“We figured it out, we know how to stop them” Malia said as she jogged towards you too.  “Someone’s gotta be the bait”

“Yeah, and it’s not gonna be y/n, so get her out of here” He said.

“Uh, we sorta don’t have time for that” Lydia nodded off to two Ghost Riders who turned down the hall, a gun in each of their hands.  Theo cursed, grabbing you again and sprinting you as quickly as he could to the elevator at the end of the hallway.  He slammed the down arrow, and stood in front of you as the doors opened so that you couldn’t possibly be shot at.

“No, no don’t make me leave” You begged him, tears in your eyes.  “I’m not losing you again” You said, grabbing onto his shirt so he couldn’t get you into the elevator.  “Don’t make me go” You said breathlessly.  “Theo I-”

“I know” He said, his hand coming around your cheek as he stared into your eyes and brushed away your hair.  “I already know” He told you, and when you leaned in to press your lips against his, he shoved you into the elevator.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked, scrambling to get out, but he’d already pushed the button.

“Being the bait” He said, and all you saw before the doors closed, was the whip of the Ghost Rider wrapping around his arm, and a puff of green smoke go up.

And just like that, you felt the same way you had the night he was dragged to hell.  You couldn’t even hear your own screaming as the elevator descended down to the first floor.

You didn’t try to get out, just let it sit there, the doors closed as you sobbed and banged against the doors in anger.  Your claws were digging into your palms, canines grown out and eyes a dangerous shade of blue as you dented the metal elevator door from continuously pounding against it.

How could it be that the boy you couldn’t help but love so deeply, be ripped away from you again?


It had been days, and you hadn’t gotten more than an hour of sleep.  You stopped going to school, and you were too weak to go out Ghost Rider hunting with the rest of the pack.

It was unfair that Liam came back.  That Hayden came back.

You were in the school when Stiles returned, relief flooding over you as memories of him returned.  You’d hugged him desperately clinging to him, only for him to pull away from you and look at you seriously.

“Theo” He said, and your heart went mad.  “I saw him, I talked to him- y/n I’m so sorry I ever pushed you to leave him” Your lips parted as you stared at the boy who was much taller than you.  “y/n he loves you, he loves you so much e told me everything- he told me when I got here to find you and make sure you’re safe he wasn’t even worried about the goddamn train station from hell he was in” Your eyes welled with tears at the words, your hands covering your mouth.

“He-he told you all that?” Your voice cracked, and Stiles nodded.  You looked from him, to Scott to Malia, to Lydia, all of them wearing the same surprised, but happy expressions on their face.

“Alright alright happy moment over, you’re supposed to get to Liam so he’s not fighting these by himself” You nodded, flicking out your claws and glowing your eyes before running off to the sounds of Liam’s grunting.  You figured he was already fighting somebody.  You got a running start, before leaping up and grabbing the railing of the balcony, and pulling yourself up slightly, but struggling a little.

A hand grabbed you, and pulled you up over the railing, and when you looked up to see who had sat you back on your feet, you were surprised to see him there.

“Th-Theo?” You asked unsurely.  This just had to be an illusion, like Claudia Stilinski turned out to be.  He couldn’t be real.

“In the flesh” He said, and you gasped, looking over to see Liam had already taken down the Ghost Rider you’d heard him fighting.

“Fucking hell” You muttered, your hands reaching out to grab Theo and pull him against you, crashing your lips against his hungrily and desperately.  His hands flew into your hair, kissing you back with as much passion and force as he could.  You were holding onto each other so tightly, but it didn’t matter.  “Stiles told me, he told me all of it” You mumbled against his lips.  “I love you so much” You cried out, and he cupped your face in his hands like you’d done for him.

“I never stopped” He replied, kissing you longingly.


You were surprised to have made it out of the mess alive, and with everyone back home where they belonged.

It had been a long night of emotions and fighting on practically zero hours of sleep, but you were happy to be able to go home with Theo, to hold onto his arm as you both went upstairs.  He planted a kiss on your forehead before going into his room.  You followed him, watching as he went through the dresser where he kept the few pieces of clothing he had.

“Theo?” You called quietly as he found a pair of sweatpants to sleep in.

“Yes love?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked, and he smiled and nodded.

“I’ll get changed and be right in” He told you, and you nodded, heading into your own room to put on comfier clothes.

There was a soft knock on your open door a few minutes later, and you looked up from where you sat on your bed to see Theo standing there.  You smiled, a sense of calmness coursing through you.  He walked in, wearing only his sweatpants as he came over to you.  Until he was in front of you, but you still had to look up at him since you were still sitting.

“I’m glad you’re back” You told him softly, and he took your hands, before leaning over, and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.  You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer to you as you shuffled back on the bed.  His hands steadied himself on either side of you, your legs in between his.

You didn’t know how to describe it, it wasn’t a hot makeout session, it wasn’t desperate or needy, it was completely soft, and slow, and gentle.  Even with him held over top of you, it wasn’t sexual whatsoever.

It was like you were just getting back into the swing of normalcy.

“Don’t leave again” You whispered, and he pulled away from you, his hand cradling the back of your head against the mattress, the other holding himself up over you.  Your eyes flashed blue momentarily.  “I can’t do any of this without you” You said in an even more hushed tone.  Theo smiled softly down at you, his thumb rubbing circles over your cheek.  He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was promising never to leave you again.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the both of you staring at each other and holding on to the other, before Theo moved off of you to lay down, pulling you into his chest and winding his arms around you as your buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“I killed one of Satomi’s betas” You confessed.  Theo looked down at you, your eyes large as you thought back to that night, and full of tears.  “Her name was Hayley, Hayley Reid” He didn’t say anything, just listened intently as you told him the story behind your eyes.  “After you… after you were… taken away” You said taken away, but you both heard ‘dragged to hell’.  “I was angry and… and the wolf just-just amplified my anger and… and my mourning”

She mourned over me?

“I went out one night, to walk to-to clear my head” You continued.  “I didn’t even know I’d gotten so far into town it was just supposed to be for a few minutes but she was out too, just outside that place their pack all lives” You licked over your lips slowly, unable to meet his eyes.  “She asked me if I needed a ride home, that it was going to rain and she didn’t want me to get soaked” Theo raised his hand to your cheek, wiping away the few stray tears that had slipped onto your skin.  “I told her I wanted to be left alone, that I needed time to myself.  It was like… it was like I was drunk in all these awful feelings” You breathed deeply, taking another pause.  “She kept- kept asking and it just annoyed me I was so frustrated and I turned and I growled at her and-”

Theo kept quiet, still stroking your cheeks as you told him everything.  Your eyes slipped shut.

“I told her if she didn’t fuck off then I’d rip her throat out” You choked.  “And-and I-” Another choke as you trembled a little in his arms.  “I did. I did it I did it and I wish with everything I fucking have that I could go back and take it back, thank her for the ride home…”

He stroked his fingers through your hair, a small sigh coming through his lips.  All he could think about was not only your own tragedy, but all the times he’d committed the same crime.  Without second thought, and not even regretting it until he saw the way it had torn apart his life.

But you weren’t like him.  You were sweet, and caring, and always kept in mind what’s good for the community.  You’d risk your life before letting even a stranger get hurt.  For a werewolf, you were incredibly human.  With human qualities.  You were genuine, you tried your hardest to do everything from school work to saving Beacon Hills.  You had more love in your heart than anyone he’s ever met, and you proved it to him every day.

“I sat there, in the storm, I held onto her so tight and just begged for her to wake up, I just… I just remember apologizing over and over” Theo held your face in his hands again, pressed his forehead against yours as you cried, your closed, long lashes dripping tears over your face.  “They burned so bad, I was screaming, gripping onto her and screaming it was like… like my corneas were being scorched” You told him.  “But I deserved it”

“No, no y/n” He placed a kiss on the top of your head.  “It wasn’t you, okay? It wasn’t you, and it was all my fault”

“No it wasn’t, it was mine.  I shouldn’t have left.  I should’ve stayed at home, I shouldn’t have lied to the pack and said good riddance when you left.  I should’ve done something why didn’t I do something?” He kissed your head again, then wrapped you up in his arms and cradled you close to him.  “I barely knew her, but she really didn’t deserve what happened to her it was so.. So brutal.  And I always think about it… every day”

“Look, y’n, what i need you to know, is that you never meant for it to happen.  It was an accident, really.  You didn’t want her dead.  You didn’t know what you were doing”

“I mean yeah but-”

“That’s all you gotta know.  That it was an accident” You sighed, not knowing what to say to that.  Theo kissed your cheek softly, then hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.  “And I want you to know, that everyone still loves you, I still love you, and you should know that nothing will ever change that” You smiled timidly,your hands splaying on his cheeks as you pushed your head against his, your noses bumping together.

“I love you too” You whimpered quietly, kissing him chastely then nuzzling your face back into his chest.  Theo smiled to himself, closing his eyes as he listened to your steadying heartbeat.

“Just go to sleep baby” He said, his lips pressing to your head and lingering them there for a moment.  “I’ll be here when you wake up, promise” He said.  You smiled, completely relaxing against him, your mind already drifting off to sleep.

And when you woke up the next morning,

he was there.


ah so long and angsty theo angst just comes so easily to me

( dedicated to liv bc she’s my soulmate and the lydia to my alli :) )

xoxo - jordie

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! 

Auston Matthews #2 | #2.2 | #2.3 | #2.4 

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.             

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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

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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…

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anonymous asked:

I know you did an hc of MC having a panic attack but can you do one where MC has depression and anxiety and blames herself over little things and easily cries. All the characters please.

Hello darling, thank you for your request; I most certainly can write this. However, I am just putting this out here now that this was hard for me to write. I have suffered with depression for four years now, and yet writing about it has always been difficult for me. The reason so is that sometimes I don’t even understand it, even though I am diagnosed with it. I did this to the best of my ability. I realize that depression, panic attacks, mental illnesses are different for everyone. Really, I understand. I based a lot of these off of experience with my depression and in others.

For those who suffer with depression or panic attacks, please remember that there are always people who are here for you and are supporting you. You are never alone though it may seem like that sometimes.

My inbox is always open if you need to talk or just want to vent. <3

Link to MC having a panic attack; RFA + Minor Trio MC having a panic attack

RFA + Minor Trio MC w/ depression

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Yoosung

  • Yoosung just wants you to be happy all the time, always smiling,
  • But he understands that sometimes you are just sad, and you may not know why.
  • Sometimes, you will just cry and Yoosung will honestly have no idea what to do. It could be over the smallest thing and you just couldn’t help yourself.
  • He found you once on the bathroom floor, curled into a ball as you cried softly. Yoosung was conflicted. He wanted to help and comfort you, but he also couldn’t tell if you just wanted to be alone. He was still trying to figure these things out for yours and his sake.
  • In the end, he sat next to you and was glad that he did because you wrapped your arms around him and pulled yourself to him. “MC? Would you like me to carry you to our room? It will be much more comfortable there and we can talk. Or if you want… we can just sit in silence.”
  • You nodded, so he heaved you up smol boy is strong and brought you to the bedroom. He tucked you in and crawled in beside you. He wrapped his arms around your smaller form and pulled you against him, your head just above his heart so you could hear its steady beat. He talked you through your small breakdown, helped you to figure out what was wrong if there were something wrong, and let his warmth and love be your comfort.
  • Yoosung does whatever he can to help you. He’s always asking you open ending questions, and makes sure that you don’t keep anything from him.
  • Though he understands there are times where you will not want to share things with him, he wants you to know how you feel, and he wants to be certain you are always feeling supported and loved.
  • “Thank you for telling me, MC. I hope you don’t think I am prying. I just want you to feel comfortable telling me your feelings. I care about how you feel, and I want to do what I can to support you. I love you, cutie.”

Zen

  • He figured out pretty soon after you having moved in with him that you had depression by your downcast mood and other symptoms he spotted.
  • For one, you never cared about how you looked; meaning you never showered, never took care of yourself. You never kept things clean, and you didn’t mind living in a dump.
  • As well as that, nothing ever interests you. Or things that once interested you, you now can’t be bothered with.
  • There is hardly any light in your eyes, and it devastates Zen. He wishes you could always smile, because you are so beautiful with your smile! But he understands it isn’t that easy. He remembers finding you in his dressing room at one of his rehearsals, balling your eyes out because you thought you held him back.
  • “Jagiya, why would you say such a thing? What makes you feel that way. Please tell me.”
  • “I’m not good enough, Zen! You deserve someone who is stable, who is capable, who can manage you better. You don’t deserve to be stuck with me.” Zen frowned, cupping your face in his hands. He gave you a soft smile as he wiped away one of your tears.
  • “Oh, my lovely MC… Don’t you see that you’re the only girl I want? Don’t you see that you are good enough?
  • Zen is very ominent that you get help. He knows that it cannot just be him that helps you, but a doctor too, so he suggest a therapist. He’ll offer to accompany you to your appointments. He reaches out to your friends and organizes days out for you guys. He does whatever he possibly can to make you smile, and remind you that you are not alone.
  • “One plus one is cutie pie! Two plus two is cutie pie! Hehe~ There’s that smile I love so much, Jagiya. I treasure it.”

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was well aware of your history with depression and anxiety. Before you two became a couple, you had mentioned it to her. You felt safe sharing that information with Jaehee; not only was she your best friend, who you felt should know, but she was also the woman you were falling in love with.
  • One thing Jaehee has noticed when your depression is particularly bad is that you can be incredibly forgetful, and have trouble concentrating.
  • That can be a problem some times at the cafe. And you realize that. And you hate it.
  • You had forgotten two orders one day and had to deal with the angry customers alone while Jaehee was in the back room. The shame ate you up as the customers yelled until finally you ran to the storage closet and broke down, letting everything out. Jaehee sat outside the closet for an hour trying to get you out.
  • Another time she found you crying because you were having suicidal thoughts, and you didn’t know what to do.
  • She took your hand and brought them to her lips, kissing it softly. “MC, I think it’s time we find you a therapist. You know I’ll always be here for you. It hurts me to see you in so much mental pain.”
  • Jaehee is great in providing you resources.
  • If you are up for it, she brings you to support groups where you are able to talk with others who have the same turmoils as you.
  • She helps you in finding a therapist, and if you ask her, she’ll always accompany you, if that is what you want.
  • “Hey, MC. I can see that the colour has come back to your face! How are you feeling? Would you like to have a cup of coffee and talk with me? If not, we can just cuddle for a bit if you want.”

Jumin

  • Though Jumin knows what depression is, it is not something that he is familiar with, and he has no idea at first what to do when he discovers you are diagnosed with depression.
  • It pained him to see you never sleep. He used to not get a lot of sleep, but at least he got more than two hours a day. He’d be lucky if he got you to sleep for at least an hour and a half.
  • And you never take care of yourself, which can sometimes lead to Jumin being a little harsh on you, which he instantly regrets when he sees you beginning to get upset.
  • It tears him apart when he finds you in the bedroom crying because you are too afraid to go to a banquet with him or to go out in public. You express how you feel you’ll bring his reputation down, or you will mess something up for him.
  • These are the times that Jumin feels absolutely helpless. Comfort is not his strong suit. He has been able to help you through panic attacks, but when you express how utterly pathetic you feel, he feels paralyzed, and useless to you. But nevertheless, he tries to help you. He sits besides you and wraps his arm around your shoulder, caresses your cheek while he turns your head to face him. He gives you a soft smile and whispers, “I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me. Do you really think I care about reputation? I’d give it all away to be with you.”
  • Gets you the best therapist money can get you. He literally holds interviews finding one. You deserve the best, and he refuses to settle for anything less.
  • He encourages you to exercise, and will go on little walks with you. He always makes sure that the bodyguards are close behind to make sure nothing happens. 
  • “I will do whatever I can to make sure you smile. When you are in pain, I am in pain. I wish I had a better understanding of what you were feeling, but please know I will try to my very best to understand.

Seven/Saeyoung

  • Seven understands all too much about depression.
  • He can’t bare to see the one he loves, you, always in pain, mentally and physically. He’ll try to do what he can if he can get away form work, and rub your shoulders, massage your back, bring you heating pads. He’ll do whatever he can to alleviate as much pain as possible.
  • It utterly tears him apart to see you so numb sometimes. Some days, you just don’t feel anything, and he’ll find you just staring out a window with a lifeless expression. He will then try and get you moving, but it doesn’t always work.
  • Seven is past those days where he used to push you away and reject your affection. If anything he craves your tenderness now. But sometimes when he is so focused in work, you’ll take some of what he says the wrong way. For example, he may tell you to go back to bed if it’s early in the morning and you’ve come to check on him. You’ll get worried, and you begin to hyperventilate thinking he’s pushing you away.
  • And you can’t lose him. He’s what is keeping you going.
  • You’ll just break down in front of him, and all jokes aside, Seven will rush to your side to comfort you. There are some things that jokes just can’t fix. This being one of them.
  • He holds you against his chest and kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back gently and soothingly. “Listen to me, MC. I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. I made a promise to be by your side through sickness and health, didn’t I? You were there for me, and I will be there for you.
  • To help you, Seven will do anything. You helped him, and he will help you.
  • Seven is always ready to talk to you if you need someone to talk to. If you need advice, comfort, he is there. If you need someone to just listen to you, he has all ears open. Sure, some jokes may come out every once and awhile, but these are the times that he likes to be earnest. He wants you to see that he is taking you seriously.
  • When times are particularly bad, he will contact your family, asking for advice on what they would do to help you and asking if they would like to visit.
  • “This may sound really cheesy, but it’s a quote I really liked. ‘I lost the battle, but I’ll win the war.’ It goes a little something like that. This breakdown is just one battle that you may have lost. But this whole war; you are going to win. And I believe in you, and I will continue to believe in you.”

V

  • V was probably the best for this. 
  • After the whole ordeal with Rika, he knew how to help those with depression and/or facing anxiety. Thankfully, you were not like Rika who planned to create an entire religion and cult based around her, so helping you was a little bit easier.
  • He took a lot of notice to how numb you would get. You would aimlessly walk around the house sometimes, not feeling sad, but not feeling happy either.
  • You were always tired and always sleeping, which he wasn’t opposed to at first until he realized just how much it was affecting your daily schedule.
  • To help you, he’d encourage you to talk to him about how you were feeling. Of course, if you really did not want to talk, he wouldn’t force you, but he always lightly coaxed you into letting out your feelings.
  • He also provides many resources for you such as support groups and therapists. He makes sure you go to one of the best therapy groups, and that you get the best help possible.
  • “Hey, MC? Do you think you could stay awake so I can paint you? You see, there just isn’t anyone as beautiful as you for me to paint, and I am so desperate to paint something beautiful. Everything I find just doesn’t compare to you.”

Saeran/Unknown

  • Like Seven, Saeran knows about depression all too well. And having lived now with a numerous amount of mental disorders like depression and anxiety, it really bothers him to see you facing it too. He hates knowing that you feel the same pain as him.
  • He recognizes it immediately. You are always in pain. Whether it is your arms being sore, your feet hurting, your back aching or your shoulders are stiff.
  • You are never interested in anything besides him or maybe a few books. He isn’t the best at encouraging you to ‘do stuff’ like maybe riding a bike or going to a gym, but he’ll try to coax you into doing something productive. It just usually doesn’t work. And he doesn’t feel like he is one to talk.
  • You will cling to him, and not leave him alone. Which he can put up with since he is clingy towards you as well, for the same reasons that he is afraid of losing you.
  • But you cry a lot, and that can be really bothersome for him. However, he puts up with it and will comfort you to his best ability, considering you have endured all of his yelling fits and breakdowns, so the least he can do is put up with some crying.
  • That leads to another thing; whenever he raises his voice just the slightest, you start to cry. His loud voice terrifies you, even if it isn’t directed at you, but directed at Saeyoung. You will burst into tears and curl into a ball, cuddling yourself as you try to block out the sounds of his shouts.
  • I.. no, just please stop crying, please. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to shout. I’m trying, I really am. We are trying together… I’ll help you, MC, just like how you’ve helped me. I’m not going anywhere. We have each others backs…. I love you.
  • You also cry whenever you are in the shower. Saeran doesn’t understand why because aren’t showers supposed to make you feel better? They always helped him. So why were you crying?
  • Saeran determines if either of you are going to get better, you’re both going to have to put some effort in. So you two start going to therapy together, which is easiest for the both of you. You guys feel much more comfortable, safe, and open being at each others sides.
  • Saeran always listens to what you have to say, and you do the same for him for that matter. Any rant, cry, vent, and he is all ears. He isn’t the best at advice, but he’ll try.
  • You guys will also go on frequent walks, which has proven to be very therapeutic and helpful for you guys. You guys will walk silently holding each others hands, enjoying the soft breeze against your faces and the birds chirping in the distance. It’s very peaceful and relaxing.
  • “You know, MC. We may not be perfect in health, or perfect in general. But… I think that is ok. I don’t think there is anything wrong with us. I just think we need a little extra help from each other. And I’m so happy that you trust me with your problems and your pains. I hope you continue to come to me whenever you are in need so I can help you.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood wished he understood what you were dealing with, because though he may hide it behind a stoic look, he is truly, truly concerned for you.
  • For one, you sleep way too much. He is always having to get you out of bed and keep you from going to sleep by giving you gallons of coffee.
  • You walk around in baggy clothes, barely showering, never brushing your hair; just not bothering to keep yourself clean or healthy.
  • You will over eat, shoving food down your throat and never seeming to gain a pound, which lead Vanderwood to become ever more concerned.
  • For the longest time, Vanderwood never knew about the small crying fits you would have in your closet of all places. You didn’t want him to see you crying, you didn’t want him to think you were weak.
  • So you hid in the closet,
  • And cried.
  • But Vanderwood came home early from work one day, and the first thing he heard was your sobs coming from the bedroom. He slowly entered the room and saw that the sobs were coming from the closet. His felt an odd tug in his heart when he saw you curled in a ball on the ground of the closet. He asked you what was wrong, and you poured your heart out to him. You told him you were afraid of what he would think of you.
  • Weak is the last thing he would ever use to describe you, and he wish you knew that. “MC. Take my hand. Don’t hide away from me, and let me help you.”
  • Vanderwood is in frequent contact with your family, keeping them updated on your well being and how therapy is going for you.
  • He makes sure that you are always at your appointments, and that you never miss one. If he has to drive you, he will. If he has to take a bus with you, he will. A train, so be it. You are going to your appointments. And if you need him there, he will stay, no matter how uncomfortable he may feel.
  • “Look. I’m not the best at expressing my emotions, or how I feel. But you know that I love you. I’m not going to leave you. I’m going to keep helping you, and keep supporting you. Don’t try to hide things from me because it doesn’t work. I know you better than anyone else… I’ve really missed your smile. Come here and give me a hug.”

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Cozy Day with Taehyung

Anonymous asked: Hey I was hoping I could request a cozy day with taetae<3 like waking up together and that kinda stuff a lot of cuddles and fluff please (I hope it makes sense) love your blog!

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted dear, thanks for this cutie pie request! ~kissesfrombangtanatnight ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Genre: Fluffy fluff with Tae Tae

You were sleeping peacefully in your bed having just got off of work a few hours ago, your body exhausted. You planned on staying in bed all day & do nothing. Unfortunately, your boyfriend had other plans. He had woken up an hour ago & for the life of him, couldn’t get back to sleep. Not wanting to get out of bed, & not wanting to disturb you, he laid gazing at you for an entire hour, thanking the gods above for gifting him such an amazing angel like you. He reminisced on the day you two first met, the day he knew he’d fallen for you, the time when he asked you to be his, even back to that incident where you both went on your first date & it rained unexpectedly. He chuckled softly at the memory. You both ended up with sticky wet clothes & a visit to the doctor two days later from catching colds, but of course you took that as an opportunity to have a cuddle fest for a few days. Which is all he wanted to do today…cuddle in your loving arms.

As you continued to slumber, he lightly reached up & begin stroking your face, tracing your eyebrows, nose, lips, ears, anything his fingers could touch. He admired & took in every portion of your beauty as if you were the finest piece of art he’d ever laid eyes on. His hand trailed down from your chin to your neck, one of his favorite places on you. His mind begin to think of all the times he’d placed soft kisses there, sometimes marking your skin when things got a bit heated. He loved your skin, & he loved leaving his love bites on it even more. You often teased him of being like a friendly vampire, always biting & sucking on your flesh. But that was the playful side of Kim Taehyung. You were used to his teeth, sometimes playfully asking him to bite you here & there.

His smile grew bigger as he continued down memory lane, moving to your arm, which was lying comfortably on your pillow. He carefully took your hand into his & played with your fingers, a calming method he always used whenever you were having a bad day & were in need of his touch. He slowly brought your fingers to his warm lips & placed light kisses on them, one-by-one, giving each finger special attention. He loved holding hands with you. He loved how his big hands consumed yours whenever you’d take little trips to the park, on rare occasions when he wasn’t busy in the studio or dance practice. Those were the rare moments he cherished the most. Being an idol wasn’t easy for either of you, having to spend so much time apart, but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was that you were in his arms, sharing your love for one another.

Growing bored of being up by himself, he decides to wake you up. “Baby.” he mutters softly into your hair. Moving only a little, but falling back into a comfortable position, you don’t wake up. He pouts cutely. You were always a heavy sleeper, not even a home invasion could wake you from your slumber. Your heavy sleeping a trait of yours that always concerned him. What if he were away & someone did try to break into your peaceful home…would you even hear the invader? Such thoughts crossed his mind when he wasn’t home to protect you. Leading him to always warn you to lock up before heading to bed whenever he’d call you late at night, while on tour.

Trying other methods to wake you, he started placing soft kisses all over your face. “Please wake up.” he whined like a puppy as a small smile made its way onto your face, your sleep being interrupted. You slowly begin to wake with the continuous kiss attack to your face. “Taaaee.” you lightly giggle feeling his lips form into a smile as he moved his head from your collar bone to your lips. “Eww I have morning breath.” you tease trying to roll the opposite way from him, but with his strong embrace, you were locked. He peeped at you through his long lashes, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I don’t care about morning breath, as long as it’s your lips I’m kissing.” he said, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. You grinned up at him before placing a soft kiss to his awaiting lips, lingering for several minutes until you pull away.

“What a way to wake up in the morning. What shall we eat for breakfast?” you ask sitting up to stretch your stiff limbs. “I’ve got a surprise for you. I’m making breakfast this time.” he answers, stretching as he gets up from the bed. “What? Are you sure? I don’t mind.” you say quickly, not wanting him to strain himself, after all he was a hardworking idol with a pretty hectic schedule. “No, beautiful, I’m sure just shower & I’ll be done in a few.” he smiles, walking out into the hallway. As soon as he opened up the door, your cream colored Cocker-Spaniel pup ran in, jumping onto the bed. “Hey Vanilla.” you giggled, ruffling up her fur as she barked gleefully. “Mommy has to go take her shower now. I’m all smelly & gross.” you coo at her before getting out of the bed, preparing for a relaxing shower.

Fresh & clean, with minty breath you pick up your pup & walk downstairs & into the kitchen, the aroma of bacon & pancakes invading your nostrils, but you didn’t mind. It smelled delicious. Tae wasn’t the best of cooks, learning only a few tips from Jin, but he wasn’t bad either. You put Vanilla onto the floor as you come up behind Tae, who was flipping pancakes on the stove. “My little chef. It smells great in here.” you compliment, wrapping your arms around his waist as he slowly rocked back & forth, humming “Butterfly” to himself. “Thanks love. Breakfast is almost ready. Do you mind setting the table?” he said over his shoulder. “Course not.” you reply, moving over to take the plates out & set them on the table. Once he was finished he placed the food onto your plate. “Aww this is adorable.” you giggle at the heart-shaped pancakes he made with strips of bacon on the side. “Only the best for you. Because I love you.” he said proudly admiring his work. “What will it be? Coffee or orange juice?” he asked walking towards the fridge. “Umm..orange juice please.” you grin, feeling lucky that he was spoiling you with warm breakfast.

After you two enjoy your breakfast, talking & laughing about this & that, you clean the dishes together, making a challenge of who could wash them faster. You & Tae always made little friendly competitions of daily house choirs. It was fun though. It made daily tasks like cleaning fun to do. “So? What are we gonna do for the rest of the day?” you ask him as you plop down onto the couch in the living room. “Cuddle fest & anime?” he offered, a huge smile spreading on his face. If it’s one thing he loves to do, it’s cuddle. He was like a life-size teddy bear once he got a hold to you, he just wouldn’t let go, but you weren’t complaining. His hugs were the best. “Cuddle fest & anime it is.” you grin grabbing the remote & nuzzling into his warm arms.

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Later on that night after an anime marathon, it was now time for bed, you & Tae both having a busy day tomorrow. “Let’s bathe together.” he suggests, already running the warm water in the tub, not forgetting to fill it up with bubbles. Used to occasional bathes together, you join him in the bathroom. When the temperature of the water was good for the both of you, you strip of your clothes & carefully get into the bubbly mess. “Here, lemme wash your hair.” he says, as you close your eyes, leaning against his chest. You feel him move behind you, assuming he was getting the shampoo, but to your surprise instead of feeling him massage your scalp, you feel water spray in your face. Your eyes popping open, you turn around to see your boyfriend giggling nonstop, a small water gun in his hand. “You little..gimme that!” you laugh trying to take it from him but he sprayed you again, only this time the water went in your mouth. “Ewww…I think that had soap in it.” you groaned making a face at him, pretending to be upset. “Really? I’m so sorry..here you can spray me.” he offers, handing you your own water gun as you start a bubble-filled war.

What a way to end a Cuddly-Tae Day…

Hiya! I hope you enjoyed this! I got a little carried away but nevertheless it was fun writing this cute one for Tae! Please request more if you’d like!

Ten More

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1226

Warnings: None…sickeningly fluffy

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn


You never realize how fast time passes you by until something happens to make you stop in your tracks. You’d never really celebrated much since your family died when you were so young. The only family you ever remember having is your current one. It has gotten smaller and smaller over the years, but it’s still your family.

Ivar and his brothers have been in your life for twenty years now, give or take a year. You love them all unconditionally and would do anything for them, and you have on more than one occasion. You just loved the boys differently. Ubbe was the one you went to for advice, Hvitserk was your little brother in every sense of the word. Bjorn was the one to tease you constantly, all in affection of course. Sigurd was the surprising one, the one you should not get along with, but you do. Your relationship was built around deep conversations, common interests, and a protectiveness that ran deeply. Your relationship with Ivar on the other hand was built around passion, shared dreams, and a love that only grows more every day.

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Runaway snake part 3

“Dad…” Jughead sighed, eyes instantly finding the ground, smile pulling from his face until the slow and steady grimace that was normally there found its place back on his handsome features.

“Beautiful night isn’t it?” Fp grinned, he lived for moments like this, any chance he could get to tease and taunt his son he would snatch up in a heartbeat. And the smile he had caught on his sons face just a moment ago? Oh that was ammo for at least a week.

“We aren’t having this conversation right now.” Jughead breezed past the older man, rolling his eyes when Fp jogged to catch up.

“Or are we?” His father smirked.

“No. We definitely aren’t.”

Fp sighed “come on! I’m your dad! We can talk about stuff like this, so you’ve got a crush, I don’t blame you, she’s a pretty young thing..”

“I don’t have a …crush..” Jughead turned to look at his dad “I walked her home that’s it, it’s dark and she’s new around here I was just helping her get home.” He mumbled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“And inviting her to meet your friends on a double date?” Fp turned to keep walking, a knowing grin still plastered on his face.

“What? No! It’s not like that, I just figured she probably doesn’t have any food so I’d show her Pops, if Archie and Veronica are there… it’s not a date! What are you even… dad!” Jughead called speeding to catch up with his dad who was a few feet away.

“Whatever you say boy, not a date, a date. Totally up to you, but a little fatherly advice? You saw the way those boys were looking at her in the bar, if you’re even a little interested it might do you good to let her know, a girl that good? She’ll be snatched up before you even have a chance to blink.” Fp waved a lazy hand at his son as he headed towards his own trailer before turning back and calling out “by the way, you’re coming with me to the vet tommorow, Hot dog has a cold and you know I don’t know any of that medical jargon, I need to know if they’re taking all my money.” With a wink he had dissapeared behind the metal trailer doors leaving Jughead staring blankly at the welcome mat on the porch.

A date? Was it a date? He had asked her, and it was a meal, but would she think it was a date? Did she expect him to bring her flowers? Is that what people did on dates? He was a Serpent, a gang member, he’d never been on a date, he’ll he’d never even spoken to a girl as beautiful as Betty Cooper. Okay so yeah, it was a date, he was going on a date with the prettiest and warmest blonde to ever grace these parts of town, there was just one thing on his mind,

What the hell was he going to wear?

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What the hell was she going to wear?

Betty pushed through the tiny closet in her trailer, lacy lingerie and skin tight black leather seemed to be the only thing the previous occupant wore and that… well that wasn’t quite her style.

She had to go shopping, she only had a bit of money saved up and it definitely wasn’t enough to buy her a new wardrobe. She would look for a job, they had a mechanics shop just a few miles south of the bar, she knew cars and bikes, she was good with them, scratch that she was great if she could get in there and make a few bucks that would be plenty.

As for now? She would just have to go with her tried and true yellow sundress. Growing up in foster homes there was never really anyone to take her shopping, she was lucky to get the hand me downs given to her by the older girls, but this dress? It was special, it was the only thing that was hers, the only thing she had ever been given. She could still remember the day so vividly,

It was spring time and the weather was warm, a breeze that seemed to settle in her bones, she was in a new foster home, the family was …nice, blonde like her and kind. A vast difference from the man who had taken her in last month. They seemed to care for her and she had stayed there for six months, longer than anything other foster family would keep her, one day they were shopping, her foster mom had a wedding to go to and they were looking for a dress when Betty saw it. it was beautiful, soft and flowy, casual yet beautiful and the kind of dress you saw the ladies in the posters on the doctors office wall wearing. She had loved it instantly and begged her foster mother to buy that one

“It’ll look pretty” betty had shrugged handing the garment over to the beautiful woman who had been watching over her.

The woman had looked down at Betty’s shining eyes and pressed the dress closer to the thirteen year old.

“Hmm, it is a little mature for someone your age but I’m sure you’ll grow into it, you keep it. My treat.”

She had cried when they got home, silent waterfall tears as she held the dress In Her arms, burying her face in the soft material, tear stains leaking all over it. She had loved that family as much as a broken thirteen year old could but they had gotten pregnant and there just wasn’t enough space for two children, she still wondered about them though, how blessed there child must be.

A slow and steady knock broke her out of her memories, she ran through the trailer, running her fingers through her blonde waves and slipping on the combat boots that were by the door. What? Who says you can’t wear a dress and a sturdy pair of boots.

Taking a deep breathe, Betty braced herself at the front door, Okay it was just breakfast, nothing more, it couldn’t be a date, there was no way a boy like Jughead Jones would be asking her on a date, he felt bad is all, just wanted to help her and that… well that was enough.

She opened the door quickly, her smile slipping from her face when he thrust a pair of daisies nearly into her nose.

“Oh” She whispered, eyes widening at the flowers.

“Here.. I uhh… I don’t know.. it’s stupid.. do people even give their dates flowers anymore? I’m an idiot” the dark haired boy mumbled, his beanie absent from his head and a freshly washed dark blue flannel stretching across his arms.

So it was a date.

Oh my god it was date.

Betty swallowed, a genuine smile blossoming on her lips

“I love them” She whispered, her eyes landing on his as he visibly relaxed, a pleased smile on his face.

“Yeah well.. ya know, they’re pretty like you..” he winced as Betty giggled “god that was awful” he finished causing Betty to laugh even harder. “What do you say we go get breakfast and save me from embarrassing myself any more.” He reached his hand out taking hers and leading her to the bike, just as she was about to climb on he stopped her, raking his eyes over her choice of outfit and grinning.

“I love it.” He finally spoke, a look of adoration clear in his eyes.

“Thanks, I’m going for homecoming queen who also has to kick ass after the dance.”

Jughead laughed, a deep real laugh that did things to Betty’s stomach.

“My favorite kind of homecoming queen.”

Apparently the north side wasn’t as far as she had expected, they made it to Pops in under ten minutes, just as she was getting use to the feel of her arms wrapped around Jugheads middle.

“So this is it. My second home.” Jughead grabbed the helmet out of her hands and gestures lazily to the empty parking lot of the Diner.

“Very retro.” Betty grinned, walking ahead, excited to see the inside of the adorable restaurant. Before she got to far however, Jugheads hand found hers, she glanced down quickly and when she looked back up he was looking at her with a question in his eyes. He wanted to know if this was okay? was it too soon to hold her hand? Did she even want him to hold her hand?

Betty squeezed his fingers reassuringly before gently tugging him through the clear glass of doors of Pops.

“Wow.” She whispered, it was amazing, the entire place looked like it came right out of the 1950s, she had worked in Diners before but nothing like this. “It’s Beautiful!” She exclaimed

“Yeah, It is.” But he wasn’t admiring the leather booths or the authentic jukebox, his eyes were trained solely on her.

“Hey Jug! Over here!” A voice called from a few booths away, a red haired boy was standing up and waving his arm while a beautiful black haired girl was tugging him down and rolling her eyes, this had to be Archie and Veronica.

“Ready to enter the Belly of the beast” Jughead teased close to her ear.

With a reassuring smile Betty and Jughead made their way over.

Mad – Michael Mell x Reader;

Author’s Note: i would like to thank the lovely @1enchantedfantasy1, who helped me out with the idea for this. thank you, emily, for real. i hope you like it xD also what the heck the struggle is real ok it’s almost 30 degrees here and it’s 11PM??? get ur shit together, vienna, i’m melting;

Pairing: Michael Mell x Reader;

Request: not requested by anyone (although requests are open!), but the prompt i used was “I forgot about the no spaghetti strap rule, give me your hoodie before a teacher notices.”, because i knew i had to do it for michael the moment i laid eyes on it;

Word Count: 2611;

Warnings: swearing i think?? fluff??? HEAT???? and physics which for me has to be a warning. also, not proofread;


Originally posted by gaydiosilence

Michael rung the doorbell quickly, scratching his neck right afterwards. He stood in your front porch, waiting for you to open the door so the two of you could study together. He changed his weight from one foot to the other, seconds feeling like an eternity. When he finally heard footsteps approaching the door, he felt his heart skipping a beat. What was happening to him? He was there to tutor you with mechanics because your Physics teacher asked him to, just like he’d been at other classmates’ houses to tutor them because your Physics teacher had asked him to. It wasn’t really a big deal – he was deliberately the best student in the class, specially when it came to mechanics, so every now and then, since freshman year, the teacher would ask him to help out a classmate. It was a regular thing on his life.

Except that he had never been asked to tutor you, specifically. You, his crush since freshman year. Heck, since middle school. You weren’t exactly on his friend circle, no, but he still remembered seventh grade, when you were science lab partners, and so did you. You saw eachother in the hallways every day, and, whenever you passed by, you’d smile at Christine, who you knew from the Drama Club, and Jeremy, who you knew to be Michael’s best friend, and sweetly say hi to Michael before following your way to class. All year long, he’d been trying to get himself to answer you properly instead of just babbling, but had no success. But social interaction wasn’t Michael’s forte, right? That was totally the reason why he got way too flustered at those greetings, it had to be. Mechanics, though? That was his thing. It would be just fine. He wouldn’t become a mumbling mess, after all, he had gone through it more than a hundred times.

The door was shot open, cutting his thoughts off. On the other side, stood you, shining him your always sweet smile. “Michael! You’re here!”

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The best best friends

Originally posted by smart-arse-under-the-mountain

Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Fili x reader, Kili x reader
Genres: platonic fluff, friendship
Words: 1.510
Summary: You are having a bad day, but Fili and Kili are there to cheer you up - requested by @princess-of-erebor1992

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Cars and Cuddles.

A daddy!Harry blurb about H taking his little guy out to the movies! Check out the blurb that inspired me, written by my lovely friend, here. Feedback is always appreciated, hope you enjoy! ✨💗💓


It was a warm, summer afternoon when Harry and his four year old son, Xavier, left the house. The pair were off to the local movie theatre while the missus and his daughter had been gone all day running errands and getting everything ready for an upcoming baby shower they were planning for a friend.

“We’re gonna have lots of fun today, bug!” Harry explained happily as he buckled his son into his car seat in the back of Harry’s black Range Rover.

“Where’re we goin’, daddy?” Xavier questioned as he glanced at Harry in front of him. Harry chuckled in response, he had only told Xavier where they were headed about a hundred times.

“We’re going to the cinema, Xav,” Harry replied simply, “to see the new Cars movie, remember?” Harry finished tightening the strap across Xavier’s chest then shut the car door. He walked around the car and climbed in the drivers seat. Xavier was satisfied with this answer, until they started driving.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 53: Furniture Shopping

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost


“Jensen, are you sure you don’t care?” You asked him as you glanced between your two favorite sets of patio furniture. They were both great, and exactly what you wanted, and you couldn’t decide which one to get.

“Get both.” He answered, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously Y/N, I just want you to be happy with it. I love them both.”

Sighing, you pointed at the rich chocolate set, with its gazebo, couches, and table with a built-in fire pit. It was fancy and outrageous, and you couldn’t wait to spend your evenings out in it. “Can we get a set exactly like this for the house in Texas?” You asked Jensen, who chuckled.

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DEEP (TOG College AU) Part ii

Nesryn’s life was supposed to be all laid out in front of her. Get through college, continue on her gymnastics career, and eventually get into the Olympics. Easy, right? But after a terrible accident, she’s been scared to step foot anywhere near a tumbl trak. Plus, she’s got her ex-bf to worry about, friends that have equal problems of their own and him. The guy that starts with an ‘S’ and ends in trouble-town. [Part 2/3]

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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.

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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.”


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