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Nostalgia - Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by alinok

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Betty shook with sorrow, tears falling freely down her face. (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on her back, stroking soothing circles. Her sobs echoed throughout the Cooper household, luckily Betty’s parents were still at work.

“Have you ever loved someone, with your whole heart, but you know that they will never love you back?” Betty whimpered, referring to Archie. However, one person, in particular, came into (Y/N)’s mind…Jughead Jones. They had been best friends for many years, both having similar interests and ambitions. (Y/N) had loved him for years, but never once said anything, in fear of him not feeling the same.

“Betty, there will be someone out there for you. Archie, he doesn’t deserve you.” (Y/N) smoothed down Betty’s hair as she put her head on their shoulder. “He’ll realise that soon enough.” (Y/N) smiled, trying to lighten the dull and depressing mood. Thinking about Jughead wasn’t making things any better either.

“It’s just hard, (Y/N). I’ve loved him for years, and to just have that, that connection, gone. It’s too much at once.” Betty sighed, not realising that her words, also reflected (Y/N)’s circumstances. (Y/N) swallowed hard, their chest tightening, palms beginning to sweat as they thought of Jughead. Repressed feelings, ones that they thought would never take hold as much as it did, all falling down at once. At that moment Kevin burst through the door, holding blankets and ice cream.

“I came prepared.” He smiled, sitting down next to Betty.

“Listen, Betty, if you don’t mind, I’m going to head off. It’s getting late and I don’t want my parents worried.” (Y/N) rambled on, causing a small smile to appear on Betty’s face.

“It’s fine. Thank you, for being here.” And with that, (Y/N) left, they left before the tears could fall, before those walls came crumbling down. They went to the only place they could think of, a place that only they and Jughead knew of. The treehouse, behind both of their houses, the place where the two would play for hours on end, imagining different worlds and realities. If only it were like that now.

Sitting down in the rickety lodge, (Y/N) scanned the shelves, mounted with comics, small figurines, battered and broke, but what caught their eye, was the small photo in a brown, scratched frame. It was of Jughead and (Y/N), they were a few years younger from what they were now, holding each other close, smiling so brightly that the corners of their eyes lifted. It had been awhile since they had taken a photo together, and awhile since either of them smiled like that.

(Y/N) caressed the photo with the tips of their fingers, reminiscing in the memories of “the glory days” they had called it. Basking in the nostalgia in the small rotting treehouse. (Y/N) had only closed their eyes for a moment, when footsteps echoed through the lodge and soon, climbed in Jughead.

“Juggie?” (Y/N) questioned as they wiped the tears from their eyes quickly. Jughead sat down next to them, looking at the photo.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)? I saw you climb up here from my bedroom window.” Jughead looked over to his house quickly from the small window, before turning back to (Y/N).

“How did you know something was wrong?” They asked, clutching the frame tighter. Jughead sighed, looking into (Y/N)’s (E/C) eyes.

“We haven’t been in here since we were what? Ten?” This caused (Y/N) to frown, looking back down at the photo of them in their teenage years.

“Then what’s this doing in here.” They showed Jug the photo, his face going slightly pale. “Juggie, why is this in here?” They asked again. Jughead closed his eyes, head falling back against the wood.

“That’s my favourite photo of us. We look so happy, I-I didn’t want to forget it. I thought up here, It’d be safe.” Jughead looked down at it, smiling slightly.

“Why were you up here, (Y/N)?” He asked gently. (Y/N) sighed.

“Have you ever loved someone, with your whole heart, but you know that they will never love you back?” (Y/N) repeated Betty’s words, looking daringly at Jug for a second. “You know that, if you were to do something about it, it would put your whole friendship in jeopardy.” Jughead frowned this time, looking out the small window at the tender sunlight.

“Yes.” He mumbled, so quiet, that (Y/N) almost missed it. This caused them to freeze,who could it possibly be? both thought. “For awhile now actually.” Jughead grabbed the photo from (Y/N)’s grasp holding it close. “I kept this photo, to remind me, remind me of the moment it happened.” Pulling out the photo from its frame, Jughead held it up to the fading light. At the back of the paper was a date, the day the photo was taken, and the words “Nostalgia-” written scruffily.

“Wait, Jug what are you-what are you saying?” (Y/N) was far beyond confused, turning more to look at him. Jug put the photo down, meeting their gaze.

“As cheesy and as gross as it sounds, you. You’re the only thing I’ve ever had that’s worth anything to me. The only thing, that I can live for. I-I” The words caught in his throat, (Y/N) took this as their moment, and slowly pressed their lips against his. Jughead froze for a second, before returning the kiss, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist. (Y/N) moved their hands to his neck, gripping the dark locks exposed at the back of his head. Pulling away a few moments later, Jughead pressed his forehead against (Y/N)’s.

“I’m in love with you, Jughead Jones.” (Y/N) whispered, both of them breaking out into a smile. A smile just like the one in the photo.

“As I am with you, (Y/N) (L/N).” He mumbled, pressing another soft kiss to their lips, both of them wrapped in their own world. A sentimental moment, of fantasy, becoming reality.

I spent 218 nights staring at the moon from my bedroom window, listening to music that described exactly the heartbreak I was feeling and wishing some how it would bring me to you. That’s 7 months of feeling completely and utterly broken over you, and the distance between us. But tonight is different. I’m lying in your arms under the same moon, in your little town, the cool breeze making goose bumps on my cheeks that your warm lips kiss away. My mind is so blurred with happiness that I looked right into your brown eyes without hesitation, and said I love you. And you didn’t say it back but that’s not why I said it. I said it because I wanted you to know that on lonely nights when you’re cold and can’t sleep, you miss your family and your dog and your little brother, I’m the one thinking of you. I didn’t say I love you because I wanted to hear it back, I said it because you needed to know.
—  live-lifesimply 
Pop Princess

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Summary: The truth is revealed on the set of the reader’s new music video.

Prompt: “Don’t talk to me like I’m a god damn child.“

Pairing: bodyguard!Jensen x popstar!Reader

Requested by: @iwriteaboutdean

A/N: If you wanna know the scene Jensen is freaking out over, it’s from Christina Aguilera’s Not Myself Tonight. The parts at the end (starts 2:28 mark).


Jensen grits his teeth biting back a low growl, he can feel a dangerous rumble in his chest that’s threatening to escape. His fury filled eyes witness you greedily accept every seductive touch from your co-star Justyn.

Your bodyguard is fully aware that the sexual bullshit playing out before him is just acting. That it’s your job at the moment to portray a lustful, passionate relationship for the camera. Although it doesn’t lessen the strong urge of wanting to break your co-stars face.

Justyn’s grubby hands are grabbing and pulling you, his lips kissing and grazing you, his whole motherfucking body keeps touching you. To make matters worse, you’re donning sexy red lingerie that barely leaves anything to the imagination.

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Is Everyone Okay??

This may sound crazy but considering that most of my followers here are witches I think this will be semi normal….

I am having a very unsettling feeling. Like something bad is about to or is happening. The last time I ever felt this way the neighboring town caught fire and burned, so much so that I could see the smoke from my bedroom window.

I’ve checked my wards and they are still up, but at one if the points it felt like something or someone was watching.


Maybe I’m over thinking this, but I just need to know…


Something is off and it’s freaking me out.

Silent Treatment

Requested: reader and Juggy get in an argument and Juggy proceeds to give reader the silent treatment, Betty thinks it’s her chance.

Pairings Jugheadxreader

Warnings: Swearing? Fluff

A/N requested via ask box, some asked me for a different Jugheadxreader argument one not involving Betty and I want to let them know this is not it. Enjoy kittens!

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“jughead…jughead…Jughead…would you just listen to me” you attempted to pull your boyfriends crossed arms apart.
“You’re not seriously still mad about this?! This was before we were even a thing!” He continues to attempt to walk past you as if you weren’t there.  

“Jug stop!” You put both your hands on his chest and pushed against him to stop his meandering through the school halls.

“Jughead, it’s been like 4 days! Can you stop with the silent treatment!” He gave you one solitary blink before exhaling loudly and continuing his course leaving you standing there.

Putting your hands to the sides of you face and squeezing your eyes as closed as possible you wanted to scream the halls down.

“Hey YN!” You jumped at the sudden appearance of Betty.
“Oh hey bets”
“So I saw that…that little moment with you and Juggy there….trouble in Paradise?” Betty had managed to stifle the smirk begging to grow across her face.

“Ugh Betty, I’m so over it, im just finished with him…oh shit Betty I’m late, talk later!” you jogged away from the girl who was about to throw a live grenade into your relationship.

See, if you had time to find you would have gone on to say “finished with him ignoring me, I need to make it better” but no, you didn’t get a chance to finish. Betty heard what she wanted to hear and began to test the waters.
It started with small things, things he didn’t even notice and things you couldn’t notice because you were never around to see them. Betty wanted Jughead for herself and before you came along, she almost had him.
She then decided to swan dive into it, after all you and Jughead hadn’t spoken in almost a week and he avoided you, she didn’t really have much of a reason to believe ye were together in the first place.
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Jughead POV
I was angrily slamming the keys of my laptop when Betty came in out of the Friday rain to Pops’

“Hey BeanieBrain!” I shuddered slightly at Betty’s use of one of Yns endearing names for me, it didn’t sound right coming from her. Then again it had been nearing on 168hrs and 38 minutes since I last spoke to yn let alone heard her call me that. I stopped counting the seconds after second 172800.
Betty slid in next to me in the booth, miles closer than usual. I wish it was yn there now not Betty, god I miss yn, I’m such an idiot, I should go apologize for being an idiot. Idiot, idiot idiot.
“So juggggggggyyy whaaatcha dooooing?” Is betty drunk? Or high? She better be one of those because her hand is very much more than half up my thigh.

“uhhhh nothing Betty…what are you doing?” I half laugh in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

“im just going to do this” she whispered before leaning in and attaching her lips to mine. I have no idea what is going on right now but I do know this is wrong and nothing has made me want yn more. I’m about to pull away when I hear her.

“Jughead?!” yn stood at the other end of the diner, hands by her sides and hurt on her face. Oh my God oh my god

“Wha…what…what…you text me to meet you here for this?!” Her voice was breaking and I stood to say something but she was gone like a flash out the doors and into her car, swerving out the gate at fierce speed.

“Why did you do that Betty?! You knew I was with yn?!” I can’t tell if I’m angrier with myself or her right now. I grabbed my things roughly stuffing them inside my bag
“I’m sorry I thought you were broken up and and and”

“Broken up?!” I can’t believe what she’s saying “do you really think id be just sitting here if yn and I broke up?! Do you really think i could still go on breathing without yn in my life?!”
No answer.
“Well after tonight I guess we’ll find out the answer won’t we?” I take off out the door after ynn.

Yn pov

I’m just happy my parents aren’t home to see the state I came home in. They would have been full of questions before full of told you so’. I had been with Jug a little…a very little over a year but still I knew a little bit of them didn’t trust the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Maybe they were right….no no they weren’t yn shut up! Were they?
I threw myself on my bed before rolling as tightly as possible into the wall.

I wasn’t on the bed two seconds before banging came to the door. I sat up and looked out the window above me adjacent to the bed.
Jug. Nope. I threw myself down again. More knocking. More ignoring. More knocking. More ignoring. No knocking. Good.

My soul almost left my body with the fright Jughead gave me from knocking on the my bedroom window.

“JUGHEAD! I told you to stop climbing the drain pipe! We’re not kids anymore you could have fallen and died!?” I flung open the sash window and pulled him in through it and onto the bed.

I rolled over with my back to him immediately after that. I felt him lie behind me before slowly, gently putting an arm on my side. He slowly edged closer to me until he was cuddled against my back, slightly wet from the rain crashing outside. I felt his face nuzzle lightly against my neck and I fought the urge to shiver at the drop of water that leaves his hair and landed on me.

“Yn…” the voice I haven’t heard in a week makes the hair on my neck stand up.
“No”
“Let me just explain…”
“Oh so now you want to explain yourself I’m supposed to listen?! You kissed some other girl jug?! you kissed Betty! That’s way worse then what I did!” I couldn’t stop myself from crying.
My body started shaking before jughead wrapped his grip around me tighter to steady me,

“I know yn, im an idiot, I didn’t give you a chance to explain, please please let me explain” Jughead whispers before gently kissing the nape of my neck and then nuzzling me again.
“If you want to be with betty then…” Jughead flipped me over and pulled me into his chest before I could finish the very soul crushing thought.
“Ynn I don’t want to be with Betty, I’ve never wanted to be with Betty, i only want to be with you”
“I’m really sorry about…”

“Don’t apologise for that, it was stupid. I’m sorry for what happened with Betty but you have to understand she kissed me, i didn’t want what happened to happen” he kissed the top of my head before I buried myself into his chest and tangled our legs together.
“Juggy I don’t want to fight anymore”
“I never want to fight again, it nearly killed me not speaking”
“Yeah it wasn’t great for me either…then again it was very peaceful” jughead nudged me with his head lightly in response, breathing a chuckle.

“i love you so much yn”

“I love you too Juggy….but you’re soaked from the rain and need to get out of my bed” I playful shove him away as he smirked, shoving me back.
“Hey I ran here in the rain, that’s some notebook shit right there”

“I’m pretty sure in the notebook Ryan Gosling didn’t kiss another girl to have to run in the rain sooo” he rolls his eyes ((I fail at being a stereotypical girl and I haven’t seen the notebook so idk maybe gosling does 😂))
“Seriously though Beaniebrain you’re going to get sick, go take a shower”
“Yes” a wicked smile grew on his face before he climbed over me and stood up.

“Let’s take a shower” he suddenly threw me over his shoulder.
“Jughead!!!! You lovable idiot put me down!!,” I couldn’t not laugh, I love him so much.
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Pairing: Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k+

Rating: Smut

Requested: Yas

Calum is a little cocky shit who plays girls, y/n’s brother warns her, but she wants him anyways

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i. Abandon

Last night I watched the sky bleed from the dark of my bedroom window,

moon-blotches and star-pulp. The city wakes up to the stunning heat of carrion,

gangrene spreads from the words we exchange behind the weakening call of

skin. Last night I watched the sky shrink, felt it stick to the roof of my mouth

like tar. Felt the way your breath changed when I ran my hands along your face,

somewhere I think we’re building a home of wax and sticks, somewhere the

walls grow vines of cherry and the kitchen sings to us. Do you remember what

it’s like to feel? What it’s like to groan and knead and punch and scream? The 

only thing that’s left is the delirium of the acoustical, the silence of trees. Radio 

blips and dirty drains. A creature within the pipelines. Someone else’s 

daughters sleeping in our beds. Your voice like morning snow, and your empty

promises of eternities. How we were sheltered in spiderwebs, excluding 

ourselves from the world of the living. Lost in phantasms, facsimiles of 

slow-rotting teeth and another series of bad dates you want to upload on the 

internet. You tell me that someday I’ll grow out of it, but maybe my chrysalis is

malfunctioning. Maybe you can’t save me. Maybe I’ll stay here and reminisce,

I’ll wallow my life away, stuck in routines of arbitrary stillness. Then someday I’ll 

wake, and write a novel about what it means to live in the dead man’s womb.

my brother is in a “fight” with the neighbors 4 yr old from my bedroom window by pretending to play his guitar over metallica and she keeps yelling at him “who you callin’ MISTER???”