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“I can’t believe that out of everyone in mystic falls, you choose this psychopath.” Stefan scoffed, glaring at Klaus. Although Klaus is a serial killing hybrid, he’s never laid a hand on you. Plus, Klaus has always been so sweet and genuine to you.

“Come on baby sis, I thought you had standards.” Damon added, looking at Klaus in disgust.

“I’m still here, lads.” Klaus implied.

“Okay, you guys need to stop it. It’s not like you both are angels. Ripper.” You scowled at Stefan, then at Damon. “Oh and the girl you love, Damon, you technically killed her brother.” You folded your arms in front of your chest, waiting for a response from your brothers because your brothers aren’t actually saints. 

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Damon said. Stefan just stood there silent in defeat.

Klaus grinned at your remark in defending him, then looked at your brothers. “Hypocrites.” Klaus walked over to you, putting his arm out for you to hold. “Shall we, love?”

“We shall.” You said while glaring at your brothers, then you and your date started walking towards the gymnasium where the dance was held.

Damon rolled his eyes. “Can we just kill him already, Stefan?” Stefan laughed, then he and Damon followed after you.

“Again, still here!” Klaus added, putting his free hand in the air, pointing his index finger up. This is going to be an interesting night.

Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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Pietro and the Pie

A/N: Hey @stucked82 I’ve seen our comment and guess what! You got yourself a fic, my dear! Hope you like it?

Request: Maybe a Pietro x plus size. the reader can’t believe Pietro liker her because of her body and because he’s so flirty with all women and she doesn’t think she deserves a hunk like him???

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing. Bad humour.

Originally posted by gyllxenhaal


So it was just another one of those days - you and Pietro Maximoff, just two very good friends out for the day. It wasn’t long before the craving for caffeine got the best of you both and you decided to stop for a brew. You should have know better, really.

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I’m Here Sammy

Summary/Request- You are only 4 or 5 years old and you mange to calm Sam down from a panic attack- @loveyalotslikejellytots

Word count- 685

Warning- Mentions of having a panic attack

Masterlist          Prompt list

Tag- @evyiione   @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

You sat there grumpily in your chair, folding your arms and pouting your lips. “Come on bug you have to eat.” Dean says holding the spoon inches away from your mouth, again you just shook your head. His head dropped. Sighing he put the spoon in the food bowl and went to get Sam.

“(Y/n) Dean tells me you won’t eat.” He says walking into the kitchen with Dean behind him. A small smile appeared on your chubby face but still refused to speak. “Do I have to do the aeroplane?” He asked grabbing the bowl and raising an eyebrow.

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Shape Of You

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky struggles to reconcile his new self with his old self, his left arm a stark reminder of just how ugly and twisted he truly is.  How can someone accept you when you don’t even accept yourself?  

Word Count:  2347 words

Prompt: Shape of You – Ed Sheeran

A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested by the delightful @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester who knows how much I love a bit of Ed Sheeran.

Boys night had kinda turned into a monthly standing arrangement and as Buck sat crammed into a booth with Steve, Sam and Scott he was kinda glad they had opted for this bar rather than a club.  No matter how often they went out and how many different clubs Sam dragged them into he found them all far too loud, too dark, disorienting. That was okay if all you wanted was a one night stand, hell those places were practically a cattle market, but he wasn’t the confident guy he once was.  Clenching his metal fist he was reminded about just how much he had changed and although rippling muscles had a certain charm to some women he was also scarred and mechanical.  When he had considered taking that step with anyone the image of them screaming as soon as he took off his shirt was like a bucket of ice water and he quickly excused himself.  

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Dive //Stepbrother au part// 4

 Bts Kim Taehyung

A/N: I am so sorry for updating so late. I’ve been so freaking busy with test, school and personal things and now i’ve had a day off. FINALLY got a chance to finish and update !! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Warnings? May contain Angst, smut and other strong language.

~ Step siblings au ~ (M)

It was hard to stay away from a boy whom you had feelings for before your parents even came together. Especially when the boy you needed to stay away from was playing mind games with you and constantly annoying you..


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Enthralled

Melissa first saw her at the edge of the crowd. Her small frame strangely set above a gaggle of mostly juniors and seniors, queer that she could spy her so well. With her wide eyes, and round face the girl couldn’t have been any older than herself, a freshman who had come from a small town in Minnesota. There were harsh winters there, but Elsewhere seemed to always have the air of spring.

Melissa tried to follow her, smelling the faint scent of jasmine that seemed to follow this strange girl around. She cut through throngs of bodies and elbows, crowds of feet and indistinct voices entranced by the sing song laughter that reminded her of a robins song. Melissa never seemed able to get close to her, just as she would reach one end of the room she would catch a glimpse of the girl, again on the other side. The red haired youth didn’t know why she seemed so determined to find the girl with daisies in her short hair, hair that reminded her of the barley fields her dad use to drive her through as a child; blonde, but Melissa could have sworn her hair was pink when she caught her in the corner of her eye.

This was the Freshman’s first party- even in high school she had nothing more than the odd sleepover and birthday parties at Camp Snoopy, closely guarded by her parents. Melissa didn’t know what she was doing here, why she was following a girl so beautiful when she, herself was nothing more than a gangly teen with an overbite.

Melissa made her way to the over sized snack table, passing over the strangely colored dips and cups whose contents were sweeter than the soda she got at the store; eyes searching. She dodged glances and the half hearted waves of strangers, Melissa was never good at small talk, the sweat on her palms evidence of her nervousness; she didn’t know anybody. I just need to find her. Melissa searched the crowd once again, her roommate, Dolly, who long abandoned her at the beginning of the night was a few feet away laughing too hard at every one of the senior boy’s jokes.

“Call me Dolly there alright?”

“Why? Your name doesn’t even start wit-”

“Never mind that- all the senior girls go by cool names, what are they gonna call you?”

“Um. Melissa.”

“Nerd.”

There. The Freshman’s heartbeat quickened as she spotted the strange girl, looking away from Melissa with arms folded across her chest as if she were in her own world. She was suddenly so close- so close she could almost touch her shoulder, trace her fingers down the thin cotton of her shirt; it’s dipping backline. Hadn’t she been at the other side of the room?

The singsong giggle caught her breath as the girl turned around, looking straight at her with impossibly green eyes that sparkled. There was a small smile on her lips, as if there was an inside joke only she were privy too. All of this was no help to Melissa’s nerves, her heart pounded against her rib cage. She didn’t know why she had followed this girl around- she hadn’t even considered the possibility of meeting her.

“Hello” she sang. Reaching out her petite hands, Melissa grasped it, feeling like a baboon a meeting a flower. “I’m Faye.”

Had Melissa known the consequences of this acquaintance then, she would have hesitated. Had Melissa read her brochures, spied those flyers on the bulletin boards, or heard the whispers in the hall she would have known better. Had she known the trials she would face, the scars she would wear and the dangers ahead of her, Melissa may have reconsidered and walked away. Had Melissa known all these things in this moment. She would change nothing.

“I’m Melissa”

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15/50 - “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: Neil, Andrew, Fox children/andreil
Summary

A/N: I don’t think this is what you wanted but here you go. It became an andreil babysit the Foxes’ children with two lines about a cat. I’m sorry.

Who’s who is at the bottom.


“Kitty!” One of Dan and Matt’s toddlers squeals. Cameron.

Amalia sighs and rolls her eyes. She looks down at the tablet in her lap, rereading stats, then up at the television. She laughs watching her mother shove her father into the wall. Tobias joins in her laughter because as always he wants her to think he’s cool.

“Kitty, kitty, kitty!”

“Neil.”

“Hm?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the television.

Andrew stares at his useless, Exy-obsessed junkie. He’s tempted to turn off the television, a common occurrence in the Minyard-Josten apartment, but Amalia is here. As much as he still likes telling Kevin no, Andrew wouldn’t dream of upsetting Kevin’s little girl.

(Secretly he was enjoying watching former Ravens shove each other around for charity. Kevin didn’t have a chance when the other side kept putting Thea or Jean on him. The former Ravens all knew each other a little too well.)

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Brad imagine - a fan defends you

Requested by an anon

Your eyes are fixed on Brad, watching as he talks to a group of fans on the street. You smile softly, seeing Brad and the fans all laugh and smile together. You feel slightly jealous that you’re so awkward around new people and can’t really join into the conversation, but it makes you happy seeing Brad interacting with fans. That’s one of your favourite things about him—how he treats and acts around his fans.

“You’re Y/N, right?” a girl says, looking to be a little younger than you.

You smile and nod. “Yup, that’s me.”

“You don’t deserve Brad,” she says suddenly, startling you by the bitterness in her voice.

You frown and glance to him. You can tell that he didn’t hear the girl. She was speaking lowly, and the two of you are a little away from the crowd. “I’m sorry?”

She frowns and folds her arms over her chest. “You’re just using him for his fame. You don’t deserve to date him. He’s way too good for you.”

Your frown gets larger and you feel an anxious feeling starting to form in your stomach. You hate confrontation and arguing in person. “Um … I don’t … I’m not using him for fame.”

“Yeah right.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re not pretty, you’re not talented, and you’re not a nice person. You don’t have anything going for you, so you’re obviously trying to use Brad to make yourself liked and popular. Well, it’s not working.”

You bite your lip and look at Brad, hoping he’ll come over and save you from his horrible conversation. He’s still engrossed in his conversation, though. “I’m not using him for fame or popularity. I’m not using him at all. I love him.”

The girl laughs. “Whatever. I doubt he loves you back. How could anyone?”

“Hey,” another voice says from behind you. “Leave her alone.”

You look over and see another girl, this one looking older than the other, standing with her arms folded over her chest.

“This doesn’t concern you,” the first girl says.

“It concerns all of us fans,” the second girl replies. “As fans, we need to love and support the boys, no matter what they do and who they date. Y/N is a really nice person. She’s so sweet to everyone, and she’s so talented and passionate about her hobbies. She’s also so gorgeous, so stop picking on her and leave her alone.”

The other girl looks stunned, as if she didn’t expect to be called out. She opens her mouth but says nothing.

“If you don’t like Y/N, just keep your mouth shut and don’t associate with her. Nobody’s forcing you to like her, but you should at least respect her.” The new girl gives you a small smile. “I think Brad is really lucky to have Y/N. She makes him extremely happy.”

You feel your cheek heat up and you smile slightly. “Thank you.”

The first girl huffs and walks off angrily, obviously at a loss for words.

“Thank you,” you say again. “It was really nice of you to say those things.”

“No problem,” the girl says, grinning. “It’s our job as fans to protect The Vamps and their friends and families.”

You smile. “What’s your name?”

“Laura,” she says.

“Do you have a twitter?”

She nods and tells you her username.

You smile. “I’ll tell the boys what happened, and they can follow you.”

Her eyes grow wide and she smiles widely at you. “Oh my god, really?! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do for standing up for me.”

Brad goes over to you and puts his hand onto your lower back. “Hey babe. Everything okay over here?”

You nod, smiling over at Laura. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Laura and I were just talking.”

Laura smiles and waves. “Hello again.”

Brad grins. “Hey. I saw another girl here. Where’d she go?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Laura speaks first. “I told her to stop being rude to Y/N and she left.”

Brad’s smile falls and he looks at you. “What was she saying?”

“It’s not important,” you mumble. “She was just being kind of ignorant and rude. It’s fine, it’s been handled thanks to Laura.”

Brad looks at her, a look of gratitude on his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Laura says, smiling sweetly. “It’s the least I can do after all that you and the boys have done for us.”

“I’m happy to know that there are some fans who don’t hate Y/N,” he says softly.

You bite your lip and take his hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Laura smiles. “I have to get going, but it was so lovely meeting you, Brad. Thank you for the pictures, and thank you for being so kind.” She looks at you. “I’m glad I ran into you, too.”

You give her a smile. “Likewise.”

She looks at Brad one last time before walking off.

“You know I love you,” Brad says quietly, “right?”

You look at him and nod slightly. “Yes, I do. You know I love you too?”

He nods. “Mhm. I just don’t want you to ever feel insecure or worried that I don’t love you or anything like that. Especially not because of girls who call themselves fans when all they do is send hate to you and the other girlfriends.” He kisses your temple and pulls you closer. “I love you so much, Y/N. No matter what anyone may say, never forget that you’re my one and only, and you mean the world to me.”

Danger Days Hollywood Movie Script!

Hey Hollywood, if you ever feel like making a Danger Days movie, I’ve got some script excerpts all ready for you. I included all your favorite cliches and Hollywood-ified it as much as possible. If you like what you see, there’s a lot more where this came from if you slip a few million dollars into my Paypal account. (Email: ahorseisahorseofcourseofkorse@gmail.com.) Check it out!



SCENE 1

[THE GIRL walks into a store. She picks up a can of POWER PUP, then puts it down again. She browses the shelves, glancing up when she notices that a few people are watching her. She shakes her head and turns back to the shelves. Eventually, she walks up to the counter with a few cans of food. Two TEENAGE BOYS are laughing and joking around near the counter. One wears GOGGLES, while the other wears SPIKED BOOTS.]

STORE OWNER: Will that be all?

THE GIRL: Yes. Just the food, please…

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beautiful girls — zach dempsey

prompt: zach’s freshmen ex girlfriend attends one of bryce’s parties and he realises that he made a huge mistake.

request: the reader and him broke up after briefly dating/hooking up because his ego got the better of him but then the reader goes to one of bryces parties and she’s totally glowed up and zach gets jealous when she talks to anyone.

warnings: none

during freshman year, you and zach dempsey had a thing. it wasn’t anything too serious, you both were each other’s firsts but he didn’t see it the same way you did.and when zach’s ego boosted and he became one of the most popular jocks in school, you were left behind and he started to experience with other girls and you were heartbroken.

so you moved on and forgot about him, zach seemed to forget about you very quick. he would pass you in the hallways and act like he didn’t even know you, little did he know — he made a huge mistake.

bryce walker was hosting a party at his house tonight and you were so ready. ever since freshman year you have changed so much, your hair was beautifully styled and your makeup was stunning as you walked into bryce’s crowded house.

your friends had handed you some alcohol that you devoured immediately, the liquor burning your throat as you coughed.

“is that zach dempsey?” your best friend shouted over the loud music as she points towards the boy who was doing shots with bryce and the rest of the basketball team.

“i don’t care about him anymore.” you replied as your friend rolled their eyes, knowing that you still possessed feelings for him — they were nothing compared to what you used to feel for him though.

you walked into the living room where zach was, you didn’t intend to catch his attention but you did…

he paused the drinking game that he was indulged in as he stares at you, you weren’t even aware of him at this point.

“zach, where’re you going?” bryce exclaims as you could feel zach’s presence behind you. he taps your shoulder as you whipped your head around, almost stumbling at the sight of him.

“uhh hi y/n.” zach calls in your ear, you tried to resist him but it was impossible.

“hello zachary.” you mumbled bluntly as he bites his lip while glancing up and down at your beautiful physique.

“you’ve changed since we last spoke.” he says and you internally rolled your eyes at his cluelessness.

“you haven’t.” your badly wanted to shout at him for abandoning you, for treating you like you were just for sex.

“can i uh — can i get you a drink?” he questions as you glanced into his soft eyes, your vulnerable self nodded as he takes your hand, as you both weaved in and out of the crowds.

you admit it, you were a sucker for guys like him — especially him.

he pours you a drink and hands it to you, he gestures into an empty room so you both could escape the loud noise and the crowds.

“you look… beautiful.” zach breathes as you ignored him, you were in fact still very angry at him.

“so now i’m good enough for you.” you mumbled as zach sighs, a wave of regret and disappointment washing over him.

“i made a huge mistake and i’m sorry.” zach begins as you placed your drink down onto the table, your anger releasing itself.

“no zach, don’t start going on about how you ‘made a mistake’ you broke my heart and you walked past me, every day and didn’t even bother to look at me let alone smile at me.” you were on the verge of tears as zach looks down to the ground.

“y/n, i am so—” you cut him off almost instantly.

“i don’t wanna hear it,” you left the room as you bumped into bryce who glanced down at you, he tilted his head in confusion.

“now what is a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” bryce smirks as you folded your arms, avoiding direct eye contact.

“i’m just — it’s nothing…” you sighed as bryce chuckles, he wraps his arm around your waist and lead you towards a circle where people were playing kiss and blow.

“you do know how to play, don’t you?” bryce questions as you shrugged.

“i’m sure i’ll catch along.” you smiled as bryce smirks, you were sandwiched between bryce and — just your luck, zach.

the queen of hearts was being passed around the group as people’s lips were separated by just a thin piece of card. you felt unbelievably nervous, especially because you were sat next to zach…

before it was your turn, bryce was continuously flirting with you which made zach’s jaw clench and his features hard with rage and fury.

jessica was next to bryce and she passed the card onto him, he turned around and then passed it onto you.

you squeezed your eyes shut before facing zach, his eyes were begging for forgiveness as your heart melted at his puppy face.

without any hesitation, you purposely dropped the card as zach smashed his lips against yours, people cheered and hollered as you immediately felt like you were both in freshman year again.

the card fluttered onto the floor and zach hands it to the next person who glared at you, disappointment flaming in their eyes — they obviously wanted to be in your place.

you pulled away as zach’s eyes were full of lust and passion, you bite your lip as zach goes weak at the knees.

“all these beautiful girls and you chose me.” you whispered as zach smiles slightly.

“i’ll always choose you, y/n.” zach replies as he kisses you once again.

twin andrews part 6 | jughead x reader

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part five:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159487616565/twin-andrews-part-5-jughead-x-reader

a/n:i also want to clear up that this is a jughead x reader fiction so no their will not be romantic bughead in this story. i am a bughead stan and its odd for me to write this series in a new light but i just want to let you guys know that I’m not against bughead at all! i hope you understand! anyways thank you for the constant support with this series i love the messages you kind nuggets send me!! make sure you send me requests my babies! also if you’d like a part seven be sure to leave me a message👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💐💛

“its about your brother, he’s in trouble” 

i lean away from him my brows furrowing in confusion “what?” i choke nervousness consuming me.

he sighs brushing his lips with his thumb “look- i-” he stops huffing, like he’s battling with himself “your brother he- he was at sweet water river on the fourth of july weekend”

my hand shoots up to my mouth eyes widening in shock, i shake my head in disbelief “he-he-he couldn’t he wouldn’t jug you’ve got to believe me!” i blabber worry filling me.

“hey-hey” he places his hands on my shoulder forcing me to look into his eyes “i know-i believe you i swear i do but its not all-” he pauses clearing his throat as the diner begins to fill “jug” i moan wanting to know the truth.

“its getting busy maybe you should get back-” i cut him off placing my hand on his thigh “jug i need to know, why is he in trouble?”

silence fills the air before jughead finally looks me in the eyes “he was there with miss grundy (y/n) they heard a gunshot that morning jason went missing and she forced your brother to stay quite”

i feel numb “your telling me that our music teacher is sleeping with archie and has been since the fourth of july weekend?” i yell in a hushed whisper he drops his head “its been going on all summer- its still happening” 

i shake my head before dropping it into my hands “why wouldn’t he tell me” i feel jughead run his hands across my back trying to console me.

“I’m sorry-” i look up at him sincere filling his eyes “i-i gotta go” i move out of the booth “wait (y/n) theres something else i need to tell you” i shake my head “i can’t i feel sick I’m going home”.

i leave the frazzled boy and head toward hermione tears threatening to spill “I’m not feeling too good, is it okay if i go home?” she glances at the diner as it bursts at the seams.

“darling im sorry but would you be able to stick around till pop gets bacK? its a full house and theres only one of me” i nod understandably “its fine- I’m just going to clean myself up”.

the rest of my shift was painful, my head felt like it had a pulse as i rushed from table to table awaiting pop to stride through the front door. the bell grabs my attention and i hope to see the older man but instead i see the tall raven haired jock.

“fuck” i cuss rushing to clear the last table, i forgot that i agreed to reggies invitation to grab some dinner. “(y/n)” i turn plastering a smile on my face “reggie hey!” i move past him staking up the dirt dishes on the counter to be taken to the kitchen.

“im so sorry, work called and i had to take the shift- couldn’t even leave with this damn headache” i laugh glancing at the disappointed boy “s’okay” he shrugs rocking on his heels.

guilt creeps up on me “look i have to cover till pop gets back and then i can clock off- stick around for a bit?” he nods “yeah okay” i clasp my hands together in joy.

‘thank you thank you!” he smiles and slides into the booth “don’t keep me waiting andrews”

relief floods me when the door opens revealing on pop tate after what had been a two hour wait for mantle the magnificent. i move quickly to his booth with a bowl of fries and a chocolate shake.

“god i thought he’d never come back” i joke placing the food on the table top looking at the annoyed jock “you okay?” i ask popping a french fry in my mouth.

he slips out of he booth placing his hat back on his head frustration clear on his face “i gotta go” he mumbles “wait what? oh c’mon mantle i had to work don’t make it out to be a big deal”

i step out of the booth scuffing my shoes against the tile “i got us milkshakes and fries we can talk now, like you wanted” he shakes his head “sorry but not even you are worth waiting two hours for”

i scoff rolling my eyes “watch out mantle you might actually be showing everyone your true colours” he shakes his head walking angrily out of the diner.

“jerk” i muttter grabbing the food from my table.

“ill have those” i glance to see jughead still in his booth typing away at his laptop. i place the food on his table as he slides a bill across to me “its on the house”  i mutter walking away.

“your free to leave (y/n) sweetie” i nod knowingly at the lodge woman “thank you” i smile grabbing my coat and my bag and starting my journey home.

i trudge to school the next day, avoiding my brother at all costs, i spot veronica and betty standing at the end of the hall, surrounded by other girls. i approach them as cheers fill the air the girls infront of me smirking, arms folded across their chests.

i turn around to see a guilty looking chuck head hung low his letterman jacket in his hands, he looks at me with a hard scowl as coach clayton and mr weatherbee walk beside him toward his office.

as they leave i rush over to my two friends “what the hell did you do?!” i blurt concerned, veronica handed me her phone showing me video proof of chucks confession to creating lies about veronica.

“chuck is no longer a bulldog”

i hand the phone back “i told you id help you- both of you why didnt you tell me this?! chucks dangerous you could’ve gotten yourself hurt!” i ramble looking at the blonde.

she looks down to the paper in her hands, i take it from her as i see chucks newest take down being the main spread, i skim over the picture grabbing my attention “the playbook” i mumble seeing my name sprawled in there a few times.

i give it back to betty “why ddi you tell me you were going to publish this betty?!” “why didnt you tell me about chuck and-” i cut her off “chucks a jerk okay! i didnt tell anyone because it doesnt matter anymore”.

the girls share a glance, i can feel eyes on me. i tell around and see jughead and archie watching me carefully. disappointment and confusion evident on their faces.

“it wasnt just chuck (y/n)” i bring my attention back to the two cheerleaders “what do you mean?”i ask anxiety building up like a tidal wave.

“you were in there a lot- and it wasn’t just with chuck, your name-” betty pauses “it was on their with jason and reggie” i blink rapidly shaking my head.

“I’m going to be sick” i mumble rushing past them and toward the rest room throwing up my breakfast into the toilet bowl. i cough and splutter tears rushing down my face as the memory of the events.

“(y/n)!” i hear my friends yell “are you okay?!” i feel hands on my shoulder as my best friend kneels down to me “its okay- your okay” i cry into her shoulder the bell for first period ringing.

“i i i didnt sleep with reggie, you have to believe me” i splutter wiping my eyes “of course we believe you” ronnie smiles softly walking toward me placing an arm around me.

we stay silent the sounds of sniffling the only thing floating through the air “ask me” i mumble clearing my throat “ask me” betty glances to her best friend then to the raven haired girl “we don’t-”

i cut her off shaking my head “ask me” i beg “(y/n) did you help jason cheat on polly” she questions getting teary as she remembers how heart broken her sister was when jason had broke things off with her. she never dreamed her best friend would be the reason for polly’s undoing.

“no” i exhale clearing my throat “i was drunk- at cheryl party and i- its hazy but he he told me that it’d be okay that polly didnt need to know-” i choke on my words “i said no i said no” the girls comfort me as i relive the memory over and over again.

“im so sorry” betty whispers to me “we’re gong to burn the book after school okay?” i nod “can i see it?” the share a glance before betty hands me the book from her backpack.

i open it and see my name in there under ‘cheerleader slut’ points i was worth 9, i inhale deeply rage filling me. chuck, chuck, chuck, jason and reggie. i go to close the book when i see the latest entry, veronica scribbled next to chucks number and mine next to number 14.

i pick myself off the ground and storm toward the gym, the girls call after me trying to chase me down as my feet bound the ground working my way toward where i knew the boys were practicing for home coming.

i push through he double doors the team huddled up as coach clayton is lecturing them, their eyes fall on my as i enter the room the gym erupting in whispers as coach turns around and notices me clenching a playbook in my hands.

“miss andrews you can’t be in here this is a closed practice” i spot my brother standing from the group and waling toward me. “this will only take a minute”

i open the book reading aloud the last entry “number 14, (y/n) cheer leader slut 9.5″ the group turn to the raven haired boy my brother furious.

“so mantle the magnificent when did this happen? after school- pops? yano where you waited for me to finish my shift? is that why you waited around? hoping to get laid?” i grilled him

“so when you realised that i was going to put out you got so angry that you stormed out, but embarrassing me at the diner wasn’t enough. you wanted revenge for making you wait right??”

the boy refuses to make eye contact with me “isn’t that right reggie?” “thats enough miss andrews you need to leave” i ignore the coach noting betty and veronica enter the gym

“so when chuck was writing in his newest entry you thought of an even better way to get back at me hey? you lied to the team, you wrote my name next your number to try snd prove to everyone that you’re someone your not”

i shout “i thought you were different to them- you disgust me- don’t even speak to me ever again” i seethe “(y/n) out of my gym now” he shouts.

i stay put “andrews get your sister out of her now!” he yells at my brother, he breaks from the pack jogging over to me. i shrug from his touch storing away “don’t touch me” i mumble.

“(y/n) c’mon” i shake my head walking toward the two worried girls “I’m serious archie leave me alone- your no better then them”.

the girls take me in their arms walking me out of the gym “you go girl” ronnie winks at me causing me to laugh “thank you” i mouth and she nods giving me a small squeeze.

“lets take you home” 

i yawn as i click on the next episode hand dipping into the popcorn bowl wedged between me and the raven haired girl, veronica had taken me back home after this mornings events and we’d settled into a netflix and popcorn kinda day.

i changed out of my school attire and stole one of my brothers shirts and a pair of comfy shorts. my dad was thankfully at work so we were lucky enough to sneak home without my dad asking questions on why i wasn’t attending school.

i didn’t want to have to tell my farther that jason blossom had raped me and that reggie mantle had been lying to his team mates and deeming me riverdales cheerleader slut.

“as much as i want to stay and figure out if rebecca killed lila, i my friend need to get home before my mum gets suspicious” i nod shopping popcorn in my face “its okay” i tell her sitting up slightly pausing the episode.

“have you spoken to the boys? or betty?” i shake my head “nope. why?” i shake my head “it doesn’t matter, ill see you at pops later?” she nods grabbing her bag “are you sure your okay?” i nod.

“v i promise im fine, ill see you later”  i reassure her before she disappears from my room. i lay back down closing my eyes as the images of jason flood my mind.

a knock at my window brings me back “hello?” i call out walking over to the window. i draw the curtains revealing the familiar beanie clad boy standing outside my window on a ladder.

puzzled i open my window “what are you doing here jones?” i walk back to my bed sitting down cross legged, leaving him to enter on his own accord.

 “i don’t want to talk about my brother or the stupid playbook”

he sighs climbing the rest of the way into my room “you changed your room around” he announces looking around the band posters covering up the pink walls that used to cover my room.

“why did you com here?” i ask my patience running thin.

“look i heard about what happened in the gym- archie told me. i told him that you knew about him and miss grundy. but thats not why I’m here” he walks over to me sitting down next to me

“why didn’t you tell me?” he pauses “about jason- (y/n)? i could’ve gone with you to the police to-” i shake my head.

“who were they going to believe jug? riverdale’s golden boy or me river dales cheerleading slut?” he shakes his head “no don’t call yourself that they they lied okay? i know you i know you wouldn’t have slept with them voluntarily”.

i shake my head “i did with chuck” he furrows his brows “you never told me” i nod “i know we didn’t tell anyone we hooked up a few times after the games- thats is nothing more- it ended after the thing with jason i couldn’t deal with it anymore”

“that partly why i left, but what reggie did was completely a lie, you have to believe me when i tell you this- you saw reggie and i fight at pop’s i didn’t sleep with him i went straight home”

he nods bringing his hands up to my shoulders “i believe you” i smile tear dropping from my eye and down my face “thank you” i mumble my eyes dropping to his lips.

he leans forward as my door swing open revealing the red headed boy “oh my god!” he yells swivelling on his hells to face the other direction. i jump from the bed tugging my shirt over to extremely short shorts.

“what archie!” i yell somewhat annoyed placing at a fluster jughead “ill go-” “NO” the red headed twins yell at the same time. he sits back down on my bed hands raised in defeat.

“what did he tell you” my brother pesters “he told me wait you ere to afraid to tell me” i seethe “archie your teacher, are you freaking serious?!” he shakes his head “you don’t get to lecture me (y/n) when were you going to tell me about you and jason?”

i swallow “thats completely different archie-” he shakes his head “no it isn’t it isn’t at all” he yells back, i notice jughead growing extremely uncomfortable as he watches the twins battle it out.

“no no it isn’t- he raped me archie whilst i was drunk he didn’t listen to me when i yelled no over and over again-” i suck in a breathe “he forced me into silence threatened that he’d do worse if i told anyone- i was scared for my life thats why i didn’t tell anyone”

“but you? your not saying anything because you don’t want to get your little girlfriend in trouble for seducing you, for taking advantage of you. you haven’t spoken up because you know she’ll break up with you and well then you won’t have any other way to get laid.” i spit

he looks down defeated “(y/n) i didn’t know he he took advantage of you, reggie told me that-” “where you not in the gym today archie? the first mistake you ddi as trust a joke over your own sister”.

“don’t talk to me” i muter grabbing a set of clothes and locking myself in the bathroom. when i return archie and jughead are still in my room “I’m going to pop’s- you have one day to tell the truth to dad and to sheriff keller- if you don’t i will myself”.

i grab my coat and my bag “jug you coming?” he nods leading me out of my room and away from my disappointed brother.

“you okay?” jughead asks as we approach the diner, i ignore hs question “what did you want to tell me, before archie came in all hot headed” i ask referring to the brunette almost kissing me.

“uh i- the drive in. the mayors closing it down, i wanted to know if you’d be able to go to the mayor and help me get the construction canceled”

i glance at him confused “they’re closing the drive-in?” he nods sadly “Im sorry jug i knew how much you loved working there” he shake his head “its knottiest that i-”

we reach the entrance to [pops and he just shakes his head removing my hands from his “lets just go inside” i nod not wanting to push answers out of the young boy. 

i move toward the booth occupied by betty, kevin and ronnie. betty moves out as we stop a the front of their booth allowing myself the judhead to slide in.

“hey guys” i mutter trying to forget the chaos thats happen today “how you feeling?” kevin asks sliding me a vanilla milkshake. i shift in my seat as everyone in the booth glanced at me, noticing my discomfortable jughead drapes his arm across the back of the booth his hand grazing my shoulder.

“nothing i can’t handle kev” i smile sipping my milkshake and relaxing into jugheads embrace.

we talk amongst ourselves our booth shortly filling with laughter and burgers and jugheads rants about the over looming doom of the drive-in closing and he official last night being tomorrow 

he was asking for movie suggestions when the door bell chimes and using veronica and the others to glance to the door way. i keep my eyes on my fries.

“now thats an odd combo of people” kevin states, curiosity gets the best of me and i turn being my brother, father and miss grundy enter the diner site gin a booth close to the door. 

i see betty getting twitchy “ill be right back” “betty, no-don’t” jughead warns attempting to grab her arm before she pushes herself from the booth an toward my family.

“wait whats happening?’ kevin ask glancing at the pair of us, i roll my eyes returning to my food they watch as she approaches the group being too far away for any of us to hear the conversation.

“you told her” i whisper to he brunette “i had to” i nod “goodie” i reply sarcasm dripping from my words. 

soon enough archie moves from the booth following betty outside the diner. archie glares at jughead as he wonder out. nervously jughead leans incredibly close to me trying to glance at the pair standing outside of pops.

kevin stares out of the window trying to read their lips, “what happening out there?” veronica nags “do we know? is it about me” i scoff the pair glancing at jughead and i.

“i have a strong feeling, and no- also id let it go” jughead warns the raven haired girl “yes but your you and I’m me- you do you girl- ill be back” and with that she slides out of the booth.

jughead and i share annoyed glances as we shake our heads, kevin leans forward “what was it like before she got her?-’ he pauses “because i can’t honestly remember”

“me either” i agree leaning into jugheads chest. kevin goes to comment when veronica slips back into the booth a slight smirk lingering on her face.

“found out what you wanted?” jughead retorts annoyance clear, i slap his chest lightly with my hand “it does matter’ i tell the boy as he refuses the make eye contact “wheres b?”

ronnie sighs “her mum showed up ordered her home, she didn’t look too impressed” i nod finishing my shake.

“well i think its time for me to leave too- im really tired” i confess to my friends “let me walk you home?” i nod following the boy out of the booth “see you guys at school?” the pair nod

“and at closing night” i shrug “I’m not sure if ill make it” kevin shakes his head at me “your coming” i sigh “fine, bye”.

he smiles up at me and i laugh following jughead out the door. the cold night hits me nipping at my exposed skin, the eerie walk home in the almost darkness causing me to shiver even more.

“here, you’re freezing” he shrug of his jacket and i shake my head “no no you’ll freeze” he shakes his head “i’ll live” i smile as he helps me put on his jacket “better?” he asks and i nod “better”.

he joins our hands and continues are walk my house in sight “so are we going got talk about it?” i question silence filling the air “c’mon juggie, things are different i can’t just pretend it hasn't” he continues to stay silent.

i stop causing a strain on our joined hands as jughead continues forward. he stops turning to face me, he sighs walking close to me “do we have too?” i nod fiddling with his suspenders with my free hand.

“why’d you try and kiss me jug?” he glances around before settling his eye on me “look-” he starts “i-um, i like you (y/n)” i shake my head “i like you to jones-” he cuts me off shaking his head.

“no i mean i really like you (y/n), i have since we started highschool, i thought you leaving would allow me to forget you but when you came back everything was different”

he pauses glancing to my lips then to my eyes “god your all i could think about in high school, even when you left and now, your all i think about”

i glance to my feet catching jughead shuffling close to me “really?” i question eyes still glued to our feet. he places his hands on my cheeks craning my neck up so I’m looking into his eyes.

he leans in and my eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips to mine in a tender, sweet kiss. he pulls away and i don’t even need to open my eyes to know that he’s smiling, i bite my lip and open my eyes catching jughead smiling at me.

he pulls me into his embrace wrapping his arms around my frame, neither of us wane to let go of each other.

“i should let you get some sleep” he murmurs into my hair, i pull back this time i lean up kissing him. i smile into it breaking apart “ill see you tomorrow?” the blushing brunette nods “will i see you tomorrow night? i can show you the best seat in the house”

“ill see, I’m a very busy girl” he smirks at me licking his lips “goodnight” he dips down and plants a kiss on my forehead “sweet dreams” i muse walking past the brunette and up the steps to my house.

i turn and watch s he walks out of my view, a smile eating my face. i was falling for my brothers best friend.

“woah, okay bring that back- she’s who now?” i question the two girls, betty speaks first “we searched her up and she was practically a ghost so i-we” she glances to the rave haired girl.

“we broke into her car and we found out that she’s not who she says she is- she had an ID for jennifer gibson and a gun” my eyes widen “a gun?” i yell gaining the attention of onlookers.

i smile at the turning back to my friends “what the hell!” i whisper yell crossing my arms of my chest. veronicas eyes widen smirking to herself.

“what?! you find it amusing that my brother is under some sex spell by someone who may of killed jason!” i whisper yell and she shakes her head.

“cute jacket” she comments slyly. i glance down remembering last nights events “we have bigger issues okay, did anyone go to the mayor today to try and save the drive in or was that just me?” the girls look at each other than me

“nope? great” the bell rings signalling the end of the day “did something happen with you and jughead after you left?” veronica probes 

“no- betty you dint tell anyone else right about archie and well you know who?” she shakes her head then avoids my gaze.

“oh god what’d you do?” she fiddles with her sleeves “betty!” she cracks “fine fine i did a fake interview with miss grundy and maybe gave away that i knew” i huff.

“jeez b” “I’m sorry” she apologies 

“look this need to stay between us okay? i hate it as much as you do but your putting not only her but my brother. i have to protect him no matter what” they nod.

“i gotta go i have a shift and then I’m going to closing night? ill see you there” the raven haired girl nods but betty shakes her head “I’ve got to meet with someone for the paper- ill see you guys tomorrow though?”

we go our separate ways, i stop and call out to betty, catching up to her “are you okay?” she nods.

“b its me, you can tell me okay?” i place my hand on her shoulder and she smiles up at me “just all this talk of jasons making me think of polly” she trails tears pricking her eyes.

“i miss her so much and mum refuses to let me visit her or speak of her i just-” he stops rambling and runs her hands through her hair “look you have work we can talk about this later yeah?” i nod hugging the blonde

“of course” she smiles and walks away.

“hello” i jump at the husky voice turning to see my beanie wearing best friend.

i smack his chest “you scared me” he chuckles and follows me as i walk out of school and begin my journey to work.

“so are you coming tonight?” i glance at him in the corner of my eye and smile “of course you dork, wouldn’t miss it”

he punches his fists in the air in victory “yes” i giggle at his dorkiness, “hey now don’t let me regret my decision” he nods “of course not”

we keep it quite walking toward pop’s hands joined “you seem oddly chipper, considering” i tell him “theres nothing i can do she already made her decision” 

“im sorry” i confess squeezing his hand “she told me, that you came to see her”. he tells me stopping as we step into the car park of the famous diner.

“i wanted to help, i love the drive in too” he nods “i know, i know”

i glance in to see hermione struggling with the busy diner “i gotta go” i kiss his cheek and he sighs “you coming in for a bit?” he glances at the clock inside the diner “yeah i have some time before i need to go to work, along as your treating?”

i roll my eyes “one milkshake” he smiles “id love that”

i arrive to the drive in a little late, cars littered the the space. god was i going to miss this place. i approach the box office knocking a few times, it opens revealing the beanie boy.

“the movies already started no more tick- oh (y/n) hey” i giggle “I’m sorry work was so busy we had to wait for the night shift guys to come” i ramble “c’mere” he opens his arms and i climb over the counter jughead lifting me off the other side.

he lead me into the film room just as he changed out the next bit of film. i glance at the small set up; a small bed made with plenty of pillows and blankets along with a bucket of popcorn and a packet of raspberry twizzlers

 “who knew you could be cute mr jones” i tease.

he rolls his eyes before flopping down next to me “shush you” i lay me head on his chest as we settle in to watch the second half of the movie.

“hows thing with your brother?” he asks in a hushed whisper as he pulls me flush against him arms encircling my waist.

“i haven’t even spoken to him since last night, he told me he was going to see her tonight and ask her about the ID and the gun” i crane my head and look at him.

“im worried, jug. what if my father finds out or the school?” he sighs turning to look down at me “you can’t think that like, your brother is the victim here okay?” i nod nuzzling my head into his chest.

“your right” “aren’t i always?” i laugh and stick my tongue out “yeah yeah”

the movie only lasted another hour or so but it felt like forever laying in his arms his warmth spreading over my body, i don’t even realise its ended till the credits appear and cars start disappearing.

he turns to face me just as i yawn, “am i that boring?” i shake my head and he winks “I’m just teasing”

my phone interrupts us again “betty again?” jughead question getting up fro his spot and walking over to the rolls of film are kept

“yeah” i reply “she’s been trying to call all night” i mumur stretching my arms out “maybe you shut just answer” i sigh as my phone lights up again this time a text pops up.

betty cooper: SOS. you need to go home NOW. 

i saw jughead the message whilst standing and putting on my coat, “I’m sorry i have to go its important-” he nods “ill walk you?” i shake my head “its okay i saw kevin out there before ill ask him for a lift- it’ll be quicker”

he nods clearly upset “I’m sorry i promise ill make it up to you” he smiles sadly “its fine i get it its family” i grab the side of his face and pull his lips onto mine.

“please don’t be mad with me< see you at school?” he nods wrapping me up in a final hug before i rush over to find my favourite gay.

“kev!” i call frantic rushing over to the boy “hey (y/n) everything okay?” i show him the text “get in the truck”

i chew on my lip as kevin arrives at me house “let me know if you need anything else” i nod leaning over and hugging the boy “thank you”

i walk up to the front door slipping in to see archie and my dad fighting at the kitchen table.

“your grounded” he yells at my brother, i make myself known by entering the kitchen “what happened?” i glance between the two one of them answering me.

“god damn it” i yell causing the two to jump “what the hell happened?!”

my brother speaks first “betty’s mum found about about me and kiss grundy, she’s banished her from riverdale” “oh arch-” he pushes past me and heads up the stairs.

“you knew?” i look to my dad placing my hands on the kitchen top “i found out last night, when you went out for dinner. betty told me” i lie

“your grounded too” my jaw drops “wait what?!” “you- grounded. you didn’t tell me you let me be embrassed in front of alice cooper (y/n). end of discussion” 

“whatever’ i mutter heading up the stairs “yano mum wouldn’t have punished me for something that has nothing to do with me”.

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Superbowl Pregame Pregame

PAIRING: Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

WARNINGS:  fluffiness, dancing Chris Evans, daddy!Chris feels, Patriot’s bitterness, drunk fangirls, mild language

WORD COUNT:  1879

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It was Superbowl weekend and you and your husband, Chris, and the accessory that about done baking in your belly, made it to Texas. You were nearing your due date -2 more weeks- and you wanted to get one last hurrah in. Especially your amazing husband of two years.

He had been driving himself, and you, crazy in preparation for the arrival of your baby girl. So you had arranged for your husband to be in an attendance for this game. Since his team had made it to the game of the year.

Again

As much as you hated when he fanboyed over the Patriots, you know, since your team hadn’t been to the Superbowl since the nineties. And to bring insult to injury, they were playing in your team’s stadium.

But because you loved this man more than life, you put your pride aside (this time) and offered to help him relax.

The game was just two days away, so a buddy of his from Boston, who now resided in Texas, invited the two of you over to his place for a pregame pregame Superbowl party

So, here the two of you were. Your husband incognito in a pair of blue jeans, dark brown t shirt underneath a dark blue unbuttoned flannel, and that damn NASA baseball cap, that you told him that he would one day find it in the fire place of your home back in Boston, secured on his head. You were dressed in jeans that actually fit your thick thighs, wide set of hips, and ever expanding belly, along with one of your husband’s shirts. Being that you were in the last trimester of your pregnancy, you had grown accustomed to wearing Chris’s clothes. It gave you a sense of comfort and it smelled exactly like him.

You were also wearing a ball cap of your own. Even if your team did not make it to the big game, you had to represent and show your love and support.

From your corner, sipping on your lemonade and club soda mix -the only thing your daughter would allow you to drink- you watched your husband in his element. Chris was playing a game of beer pong with Troy, his buddy from back home, sipping on his now third or fourth beer. He had thrown his head back in laughter, and it made your heart swelled. Definitely worth the agony of having to watch the Patriots in yet another Superbowl.

Chris then looked over at you, giving you a wink. You smiled, giving him a small wave with the hand that was resting on your belly. He then beckoned you over with the crook of his index finger.

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it calls me

for @pemasea and @preatorpercy - i’m so sorry it’s taken so long and still isn’t finished, but here’s a start on that ariel and moana fic for you!!!


“I am Moana of Motunui. You will board my boat and restore the heart to Te Fiti.” She pulled the sail around, grunting slightly with the effort, and repeated the mantra again. “I am Moana of Motunui. You will board my boat and -”

Something interrupted the chant that had been running through her head since she’d set out on this voyage. A voice in the distance, high and sweet and - singing?

Moana froze. When she concentrated, she could clearly hear the song, carrying over the waves. It couldn’t have been that far away. She mustn’t have been so utterly surrounded by water as she’d thought. The voice was heavenly, sweeter than anything she’d ever heard before, and Moana felt drawn to it by something beyond her control. The same longing she felt whenever she stood on the shore of Motunui surged within her again now, this time pulling her over the sea and towards the strangely beautiful sound. Barely hesitating, she changed course and headed straight for the voice. 

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The Story of Us

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✮ Chapter One: The Weekend ✮

Word Count: 3055

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Friday evening 

If there was any part of Riley that thought her parents were using the ‘sending her away’ argument as an empty threat again that’s certainly not the case anymore as Riley sulks at the back of a bus as it leaves the airport she just arrived at.

The worst part about it was that Riley was packed and sent off in a matter of days. Part of the punishment was that Riley wasn’t even allowed to see her friends before she left.

With her head resting against the glass window Riley stares out and watches as the view fades from city to country and if she wasn’t so bitter about the forced lifestyle change then she might of actually enjoyed the scenic drive.

The bus pulls into the station - if you could call an old wooden bench with a sign that reads ‘bus station’ a station. Riley gets off the bus with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. When her feet hit the dirt road beneath her Riley sees nothing but trees and wide open fields. Awkwardly she stands there not knowing what to do but once the bus pulls away Riley spots a hardened looking man resting again a car just up the road. With a heavy sigh she treks over to him.

“Riley,” He nods once she approaches.

Grandpa,” Riley says in a mock excited voice.

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Fine Frenzy - Chapter 1

Pairing: Sirius Black x Marlene McKinnon
Rated: Mature (upcoming smut parts)

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Red carpets and tapestries, golden blankets and pillows all looked muddy and black at this late hour in the common room, when even the fire went out and the only light source was as the bright moon beamed through the window. She sat on the soft couch with her legs folded under her, a half bottle of firewhisky in her lap, her fingers clutched around the bottle’s neck while she stared off and listened the loud ticking of the clock in the silent room.

Marlene glanced at her watch: it was two o’clock in the morning. She gave a long, weary sigh and slammed the alcohol on the small, round table next to the sofa before she stood up. She just leaned back to pick up her jacket from the armrest when she heard a clear voice behind her back.

“Marle?”

She quickly turned around, seeing as Sirius was just walking down on the stairs in his light grey sweatpants with a black hoodie. She’d thought it was daytime, as his hair looked completely clean, not somebody’s who just crawled out from the bed. Only when the silvery light illuminated his face she could tell he just woke up; the narrowed, sleepy eyes gave it away.

“Marlene. Marly. Marls. Literally anything else except Marle, please.” – She answered with a monotone voice while the boy walked closer. She could see the emerging lips on his lips.

“Why?”

She shrugged and stepped back where the moon couldn’t light her face. “Because it’s sound like and old lady.”

He gave a short, bark-like laugh. “It isn’t.” – He said before he pointed his wand at the fireplace. – “Incendio.”

The room brightened immediately, but the sudden warm light made her growls and closes her eyes for a second.

“What? It’s really cold here and I couldn’t see that pretty face of yours.”

With a roll of her eyes, she plopped down on the couch again. Even though she didn’t really want any company, she thought Sirius frivolity maybe would be good for her. “Can’t sleep?” – She asked, looking up at him.

Sirius watched the big, glistening blue eyes with the slightly smeared makeup. There was something in her tone that he couldn’t decide what caused yet. “Lily is up in our dorm, and unlike Remus and Peter, I can’t sleep that deep.” – He sat down next to the girl, who laughed.

“Sometimes I’m really glad boys can’t come up our rooms. But you see, I think it’s still better when they couldn’t stop talking about each other.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Lucky you. James still can’t stop talking about Lily.”

“That’s so sweet.” – She said effusively. – “I’m so happy for them.”

“Me too.” – He said quickly. – “I just loved to sleep.”

Marlene chuckled again before she stood up to fold her legs under herself again, and Sirius realized what he heard in her voice earlier. “What have you got there?”

She followed his gaze while her eyes fell on the firewhisky. Grabbing the bottle, she turned back to him. “Happy juice. Want some?”

He accepted and took a sip, not taking his eyes off her, but he didn’t ask what was bothering her. After seven years knowing Marlene, Sirius learnt she doesn’t talk about her problems or there’s something wrong, and he could understand. He didn’t like to talk about them either.

He noticed she wore a pretty, short, dark blue dress under her leather jacket. “Had a date again?”

She only nodded.

“Was it so bad?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” – She muttered under her breath, snatching the bottle out from Sirius’ hand and taking a big sip. He fell silence and let her do what she wanted.

The two of them started became good friends only at the start of the seventh year, when after the first quidditch match Marlene showed a great muggle rock band to Sirius, and he quickly realized this girl maybe much more than he’d originally thought. Because she had her own, harsh style sometimes, and Sirius have had enough of harsh people. It wasn’t really a mask; she didn’t try to show herself something else that she truly was. She just never wanted to give her heart to anybody; what was the point if people could damage it so easily? Only those whom she trusted at least a bit could see her kind, big hearted and passionate side.

Sirius also noticed Marlene went on a lot of date lately. He didn’t know how far she went with them, but he could tell none of them lasted longer than a few hours. Usually, she laughed after these days, mocking about how awful every guy was, but now there were no jokes, nor complains; she was too quiet.

At least for a time being. Sirius made her laugh and lifted her mood quickly, thought the firewhisky definitely played a big role in it. After hours of talking, joking and playing truth or dare – which was only truth or truth with cheeky and embarrassing questions – Marlene was at the top of the table, singing a song from the Ramones when somebody stormed into the common room with dishevelled hair.

“Honestly, it’s four in the morning!” – Remus shouted. – “Can you two please shut up and go to sleep already?” – They looked back at him in silence with innocent faces, trying to choke back their laughs. – “Thanks.”

“Wow.” – She whispered after Remus left them. She stepped down from the low table, but landed in Sirius’ lap. – “He’s really moody.”

“No. It’s Moony.” – He laughed, wrapping his hands around her waist, pressing his forehead against her cheek before she could’ve stood up.

“Well, I don’t know who and why started to call him like this, but you should change it. Moody is fits for him better.” – She felt as Sirius smiled against her skin, but said nothing.

Out of nowhere, a sudden drowsiness overwhelmed the both of them, but no matter how nice would’ve felt to fall asleep in Sirius’ warm hug, Marlene shifted a yawn and crawled out from his lap. It felt cold without his arms around her, so she put on her jacket that she earlier dropped on the floor.

He closed his eyes and rested his head against the backrest of the sofa. It was the first time in long hours they haven’t said anything, and the silence brought the melancholy back again for Marlene.

“I think I give up.” – She said with a raspy voice. – “Dating, I mean.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered open and turned his head towards her. “What are you talking about?”

She sighed. “I’ve had enough. Guys see I’m pretty and they don’t care about anything else.”

He let out a tiny, almost inaudible laugh, so she continued. “I know it sounds cocky, but that’s the truth. They ask me out but none of them really want more than one night. It would be nice, you know? Some to ask me what’s my favourite flower or something.”

“Do you want guys to ask what your favourite flower is?” – Sirius asked with an amused voice.

She huffed. “It was just an example! Whatever, I’m talking to the wrong person. You also need girls for only night.” – She folded her arms and turned her head away from Sirius, but he sat closer to her.

“Marlene, no offense, but it’s your fault.”

She quickly looked back at him with angry eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you built up walls around yourself and you don’t let anyone in. Like, I know you for seven years and I only had a chance to realize how awesome you are a couple months ago. How do you expect from somebody to know that after one date, then?”

She fell silent for a few long seconds. “Well, maybe they should at least try to know me better.”

“Do you feel lonely?” – Sirius asked, surprised at even himself as he dared to ask something so personal. It felt heavier and so much more intimate when they were talking about their sexual life whilst they played truth or dare.

But Marlene answered immediately. “No, I don’t. I have amazing friends, and that’s enough, really. It’s just… now I wanted more than a one night stand, but I couldn’t get a normal relationship and it makes me feel unlovable and worthless.” – The words left her lips too fast and she stopped instantly after the last ones. She never thought she’d talk about this to anyone.

“What’s that crap? You’re everything but unlovable and worthless.” – Sirius said almost angrily. Marlene just rolled her eyes, and he sat closer again. – “Listen, if they don’t want to know you, it’s their fault, not yours. Why would you let some blokes who don’t even want to know who you really are makes you feel like this?”

She looked into his grey eyes, thinking about what he said weren’t just comforting words; he meant them, and it actually made sense. Really, why would I?

“You’re right.” – She said firmly. – “I’m gonna have fun and I won’t care about any stupid boys ever again. It’s their loss.”

“Now, that’s the Marlene I know.” – He laughed and messed up her hair.

She giggled softly before she stood up slowly; as the alcohol still affected her limbs her moves wasn’t so steady yet. “We should go to sleep. There’s a quidditch match tomo – I mean, today.”

“I forgot.” – Sirius growled and followed the girl. – “See you at the after party, I guess?”

“Sure.” – She gushed, eyes widened in excitement, completely forgot about the hangover will definitely make her to do anything but going to a party. – “I still have another bottle of firewhisky in the depths of my trunk.”

They vanished the empty glasses and walked across the room together, saying good nights, but Sirius turned back before he stepped on the stairs. “So what is your favourite flower?”

She frowned but smiled. “Dandelions.”

He cocked an eyebrow and watched her disappearing behind the girl’s dorm’ door, not sure if she was joking or not.