“I understand. The bird represents God. And coyote is man,
endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It’s… It’s
hilarious.” —Castiel, Hunteri Heroici, 8x08
For me, a forty-mumblemumble-year-old who has never shipped
anything other than packages via FedEx or USPS before, Destiel was initially
amusing. Then intriguing. And the more I watched the show, the more I read meta
analyses from fans, the more I explored whatever that relationship was through
my own writing, something kept eluding me. Something deep. Something profound.
And one day in the shower—because all of my sudden insights take
place in the shower, where I have no place to record them—I finally caught up
to the idea that had been teasing at the edges of my mind for months. Yes, one
can view Supernatural as an urban-fantasy-adventure-horror story. One can
view it as a love story. And it also works really well as an allegory.
There’s a reason why, in Jewish tradition, Shir Hashirim—Song of
Songs—is the biblical book considered to be an allegorical expression of
the love between God and the Jewish people. It’s also essentially biblical
porn. When we’re integrated with our human physical selves, experiencing the
world through physical senses, sexuality is one of the most powerful ways to
give and receive feelings of love and connection that transcend words.
On the surface, the very physical surface, Destiel is about two
really hot guys who can’t quite figure out how to tell each other that they
love each other—that they’re in love with each other. Dig a little
deeper, and it’s about a man (especially in Season four) who sees himself as a fuckup
(he did start the apocalypse, after all), who can only make a difference
through hunting, and is completely undeserving of the attention of an angel,
who in turn sees himself as trying but always failing, yet dedicated to proving
his own worth to the man who represents everything beautiful about humanity,
and everything heaven is missing.
But underneath that there’s something more.
Dean is human. He operates on the limited information available at
the time, with limited resources, and limited energy. He tries. Sometimes he’s
successful. Sometimes he fails. And with one notable exception, his moral compass
is true. He redeems himself by saving others. He tries to prove his worth, tries
to prove that it wasn’t a mistake for him to be on the planet, by saving
others. He gives with everything he has, even if that’s not enough.
The one notable exception to his moral compass is what happened in
hell. That he broke under torture. That he became that which he despised. That
he became everything he’d ever fought against. It’s the one thing for which he
can never forgive himself, the one thing for which he can never allow anyone
else to forgive him.
Castiel is an angel. Timeless, powerful (for a while anyway),
unknowable in his complexity. He operates—at first—on orders, without question.
And when he does finally question, he sees that Dean’s moral compass is truer
than that of the angels in charge. He sees that Dean—humanity, doing the right
thing, making a positive difference in someone’s life—is worth learning from,
worth fighting for, worth venerating.
Castiel has seen Dean at his very worst, seen Dean torturing others
and enjoying it, seen Dean’s self-hatred that grew out of it. And still, Castiel
helps, follows, saves, loves. Everything he does, no matter how badly it turns
out, is for Dean.
Castiel is unconditional love.
He might get angry. He might disagree. But he will never stop
loving Dean. He will never stop seeing the brightness in Dean’s soul, Dean’s
beauty, Dean’s goodness.
How many of us yearn for that?
That no matter how many mistakes we make, how many bad decisions,
how many times we strike out, how little we think we’ve accomplished, someone
or something always sees our innate goodness, the beauty that is our essence,
the brightness with which we shine.
We spend so much of our lives certain that we’re not enough: not
beautiful enough, not thin enough, not muscular enough, not tall enough, not
wealthy enough, not in a good enough job, not lovable enough, not smart enough,
not educated enough, not a good enough child / sibling / parent / friend / employee / employer.
What would it mean to hear someone say that none of that matters? That you are
a beautiful, bright, shining soul and nothing could ever tarnish your worth.
Because you are, and nothing can. And no matter how much you think
you’ve failed, you are loved.
tbh I’m starting to get sorta iffy about Allura piloting a lion because it seems like Shiro’s gonna come back and pilot again and like I feel like I’d be more pissed if they put Allura in a lion and then took her out?? I think I’d rather the castle get an update via Slav and Allura get a bunch of cool magical weapons and kick ass and run the alliance and be the commander without being in a lion instead of having her pilot and then taking it away when Shiro comes back
He was nervous to introduce you to his child, scared that something would go wrong. But he had complete trust in you, and when his child actually grew very close with you, he couldn’t help himself from smiling. You were his perfect match.
"I’m so happy you two get along so well.“
He was worried you wouldn’t accept him for having a child before you. But when you immediately told him you loved kids, he relaxed. But that still didn’t calm his nerves all the way. When his child and you got along so well, that’s when he calmed down. He couldn’t help himself from smiling at you. You were like his miracle.
"Thank you, for being so good.”
He trusted you, and he knew you would get along well with his child. When he saw the both of you playing together, he was all smiles. He couldn’t believe he got so lucky to land someone like you.
"I’m so lucky..“
Ball of sunshine. He was happy and excited to introduce you two. And when you seemed to really like his child, and vise-versa, he was even more excited and happy.
"AH! That’s so cute, Jagi!”
He was obviously protective of his child, but he knew that you wouldn’t do anything to his child. He was just scared of all the possibilities. But he visibly relaxed the second he saw the both of you together. It wasn’t like anything he had really seen before. You immediately clicked with his child, and he loved you for that, and so much more.
“I love you both so much.. Yah, I’m so lucky.”
He was happy as well to show you his child, but he was also nervous. What would happen if you two didn’t get along? But all of his doubts flooded away the second he saw the both of you. He knew never to let you go ever since then. You were the one woman he dreamed of.
"I love you, Y/N. I’m so happy..“
It would probably be an accident that you saw his child. He was really nervous, and when you saw his child, he became a wreck. But everything seemed to be going fine, more than actually. And that’s when he finally realized that he had nothing to worry about. He should have trusted you to stay with him.
He smiled, "I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, I was just scared you were going to leave me.” “I love you.”
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader x Sam Winchester
Warnings: Language, SPN cannon violence, nightmares, sibling
abuse (Demon Dean), Angst, and then Fluff
Word Count: 3109
A/N: This was written for Katie’s AKA @winchesters-favorite-girl One Year Celebration. Congrats on the year girly. My
prompt was “You’re the greatest thing that ever stumbled into my life.” This
got a little angstier than I anticipated but I love writing fluffy Dean so you
get that as well. Reader is 16 and this takes place in season 11 if you couldn’t tell so for the guys age you can do the math lol. No Beta and feedback always appreciated.
Summary: You’re sick of the distance between you
and Dean and just want your big brother and best friend back. You figure the
only way to do that is to confront Amara and break whatever link it is she has
on your brother. Will it work or will you pay the consequences? Will you get
Requests: “can i order a bill denbrough first kiss fluff??? reader is richie sister who is secretly in love with him and after this whole situation with it she decide to tell bill about her feelings and this would be very adorable first kiss. thanks!! and sorry for my bad english:( ps. love your bruce wayne imagines! x”
“Can you write a Bill x Reader where they are just friends and Bill thinks the reader likes someone else (Don’t care who, just anyone from the gang)? So he gets jelly or something and then when Penny comes maybe the readers deepest fear was losing Bill(IDK that is just some random idea)??? I am 14 and I have a huge crush on him so really anything you do I will be fine with XD Love you and your blog!!”
Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death
A/N: I tried to write the fight scene as best as I could but I don’t have the script or movie so forgive me if it sucked.
It was supposed to be a fun summer. That was until you were now battling IT the alien human eating clown named Pennywise. The Losers’ Club originally had five members. It was you, Stan, Bill your crush, your brother Richie, and Eddie. Then Ben, Beverly and Mike joined you were happy because now you wouldn’t be the only girl and because you had more people to help fight the monster that IT was.
The clown fed off of everyone’s fear so when it came down to yours: losing Bill boy did Pennywise have fun making you go through hell. The first false vision that he made you see was Bill leading you outside and having a car run him over. You were screaming and when your brother Richie came to check up on you, you told him “he got run over” in tears. But he told you that there was nothing there.
Pennywise enjoyed your fear the most you were his favorite out of all the members because your fear would be harder to get rid of. Now here you were inside the well with the other Losers’ standing in front of IT as he held Bill in his arms.
“Let him go.” Beverly said.
“Stay away from him!” You shouted as you pointed an arrow at Pennywise.
Yup you had brought a bow and arrow to defeat Pennywise, well multiple arrows to be specific.
“No I’ll take him. I’ll take all of you and I’ll feast on your flesh as I feed on your fear especially you.” Pennywise said as he pointed at you.
“Or.” He said lifting up his finger.
“You can all die. But if you accept my offer you can all go on and live your lives, grow up have kids of your own and grow old with the person you love. Well expect you Y/N because the person you love will be gone.” Pennywise said as he laughed sinisterly.
Tears welled up in your eyes as all your strength disappeared causing you to put down your bow and arrow.
“Don’t listen to him Y/N it’s going to be okay you’ll find someone else and you’ll get to do that with them.” Bill said as Pennywise stroked his cheek.
“It won’t be the same.” You simply stated.
“It’s all my fault I’m the one that made you do all of this go leave let him finish me off.”
“You know what Bill is right this is all your fault. This was supposed to be a fun summer but instead we walked through shit, got hurt, you punched me, we almost got killed, Eddie broke his arm.” Richie had you fooled it sounded like he was turning against Bill and Pennywise was liking it.
“That’s why we have to fucking kill this clown.” Richie said.
A big smile came across your face as Richie picked up a pipe and hit Pennywise with it causing him to let go of Bill and roll away. You hugged Bill instantly as he ran over to you.
After that all hell broke loose Pennywise was turning into everyone’s fear but thankfully they all had fought them off perfectly. Hitting, punching, slapping, and or kicking Pennywise as he became their fears. Everything was going great until Pennywise reached your fear.
He completely transformed into Bill causing you to stop fighting him. You were frozen in place not knowing what to do.
“Don’t hurt me Y/N please.” Pennywise said in Bill’s form.
“Y/N don’t listen to him I’m right here it’s okay do it.” The real Bill said.
“He’s right you’re not Bill and you’re through with messing with me, my friends and my brother.” You said angrily as your arrow pierced through Pennywise causing him to transform back to his clown self.
Noticing that you had all conquered your fears Pennywise started crawling backwards.
“Look now you’re the scared one. We all faced our fears and you know that you’ll starve and die, that’s what you’re afraid of.” Ben explained.
Pennywise said nothing he just fall down into another well and disappeared for good. You all noticed as the floating bodies in his lair started to float back down. Bill noticed Georgie’s yellow rain jacket, he knelt down grabbing it and started to cry.
Instantly you ran by his side and held him knowing how he was feeling. Soon everyone else joined and embraced each other in a group hug.
To say the least you and the rest of the Losers had made a blood oath. You all promised that if Pennywise ever returned you all would come back to Derry to fight and finish him off for good. Beverly had a vision where she saw all of you coming back after 27 years so it could be possible that it could happen. You all would just have to wait and see.
After everyone had left and went back home including your brother Richie you and Bill were the last ones.
“I never thought you would be afraid of losing me.” Bill said.
“Why wouldn’t I be afraid you’re the first boy I’ve ever liked Bill I really like you.”
“Really? I thought you liked Stan since you two seemed awfully close.”
“Bill were you jealous?” You giggled.
“Umm maybe but that’s not important. I’m glad you told me this because I like you too.” Bill confessed.
“It’s about damn time.” You chuckled as you kissed Bill ON THE LIPS causing him to blush madly.
“Want to go out and eat burgers later?” He asked.
“Of course pick me up at 7.” You smiled before heading home.
au where everything is the same but bruce's parents lived and he became batman for a different reason and they're just chilling in the mansion like cool grandparents to the robins (they sit and gossip with alfred all day)
It’s Friday the 13th, so why not an AU about a black cat
Kuro was a kitten that Genji saved and took care of until it was old enough to roam around Hanamura on its own. On the night Genji was killed, Kuro witnessed everything. He became a nekomata after drinking Genji’s blood, and swore on his grave that he would kill the entire Shimada clan for orchestrating his master’s death. And he’d do so while wearing his master’s appearance
He also has to pretend to be Genji in the times his master’s omnic partner Zenyatta comes by to avoid suspicion, which makes things even more complicated
hey there. just wondering if you could do an imagine where you are h’s best friend or girlfriend and it’s his first official solo concert or something?? :)
Ever since you could remember, Harry Styles had been apart of your life. There were pictures of the two of you swaddled in baby blankets after being born only a few weeks apart. Your parents had videos of you two learning how to crawl and walk together. In fact, the only person either of you would walk to as babies were each other.
You went nursery together and eventually primary school as well. Not only had your Mums been best friends since their teen years, you also were the girl next door. Growing up you were the best of friends, you were close to Gemma too, but since you were closer to age with Harry, you two were extremely close.
At the beginning of your teen years, you and Harry became “Boyfriend and Girlfriend”, of course being at the age of thirteen it wasn’t like it was super serious. He was, however, your first kiss, your first love, and the night of your dual sixteenth birthday celebration, he became your first everything.
But then, the X Factor came and Harry went, along with your relationship. You were still best friends even though you no longer were in a relationship, but it was different. You were still in school studying to go to University, while Harry was traveling the world becoming this huge pop star in the biggest band the world had ever seen.
You spent time together whenever he’d come home or if you went with Gemma and his Mum on tour, but it was weird experiencing all these things without him. It was almost as if you had two lives, one with Harry and one without. Now, you were extremely proud of him, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt you to see pictures and articles about him being with another girl.
He had always been your Harry, but now millions of girls were fawning over him and a few of them got his attention. When you and Harry broke up, it was more of an unspoken breakup. Neither one of you said the words, it just happened.
So, yeah, it felt a little weird seeing him with someone else when you still had all these feelings for him. Yeah, you dated other people yourself. You went out to parties and had your own group of friends, but there was something obviously missing.
When One Direction went on their hiatus, you were happy to have Harry back in your life for a bit, at least until he had to go away for his movie. It was nice spending time with him and going out with his friends, but you still felt out of place. Most all of his friends were famous in some sort of way, while you were just, you.
You weren’t very outgoing, to begin with, so you mostly stayed in the corner on your phone while Harry was mingling around with others. He would always come back to you and you would leave with him, but it was still different.
Over the years, you knew you still loved him, but it was easy to hide your feelings when he was thousands of miles away and a few time zones behind. However, now that he was back, it was getting harder and harder to keep them to yourself.
There were times during your movie nights you wanted to tell everything, but you never did. The biggest reason you never said anything was because you were afraid you didn’t fit in his life anymore and actually hearing him say those words scared you more than not being with him.
Plus, he never said or made it seem like he felt anything for you either, so why should you embarrass yourself.
By the time his first solo tour was rolling around, you had started to pull away from him. Whenever he texted or called you to hang out, you’d pass. There were even times you wouldn’t respond to him until a few hours later. You felt bad, but you were trying to save yourself from the heartache it caused to be around him.
Now, had it been either guy, they probably would have never noticed, but Harry did. After several unanswered texts and calls, he drove over to your house in the middle of the night. He rang the doorbell over and over again until you finally answered.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Harry asked you as soon as you opened the door.
“Me? You’re the one coming over here at 3 in the fucking morning yelling at me,” you said.
“Only because you’ve been ignoring me,” he said. “Now, what is going on?”
“Can’t we talk about this when the sun’s up?” you sighed.
“No, we can talk about it now,” he said pushing his way in. “Now, do you want to tell me why you’ve been acting weird since I’ve been back. I’m leaving again soon and it’s like you don’t want to spend any time with me.”
“It’s not that,” you said. “I just I don’t fit into your life anymore Harry. I’ve thought about it for a few years, but like after you being home for so long this last time, I finally realized it, okay.”
“What do you mean you don’t fit in my life?” He asked.
“I’m not like you or your friends,” you said. “I’m not rich, I’m not famous. I’m not someone who chats away with strangers etc. I’m just me and going to University classes while all of you are traveling the world.”
“The fact you think any of that shit matters to me makes me wonder if it’s me that doesn’t fit in your life,” he shook his head. “I love that you’re you. You’ve always been Y/N to me and I can’t believe you’d think so low of me to think I’d want you as anything else.”
“That’s exactly the point and you don’t even realize it,” you whispered.
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
“Us,” you sighed. “We were always together from day one. We did everything together and then you left. I was alone and had to figure out how to be, but none of that was as bad as seeing you with someone else all of these years. We never really truly broke up, Harry. You just left and we drifted apart. And I guess maybe that’s why I still have feelings for you because I never got closure and I just keep thinking about what could have been had we stayed together… but you obviously don’t feel the same way, so yeah while I don’t feel like I fit in your life, I was also trying to protect myself from getting hurt because being around you and not being able to be with you hurts just as much as not having you at all.”
“What makes you think I don’t feel the same way?” He asked.
“Well, there’s the fact that you’ve dated other people, and that you’ve never said anything or made any sort of move on it,” you mumbled.
“I could say the exact same thing to you, Y/N,” he said. “You’ve dated other people over the years and until now you’ve never said anything. Do you know why I dated other people? Because I figured after the way I left things, and since I was gone all the time you moved on. In case you forgot, we have the same memories and the same experiences. I had to get used to you not being around too.”
“Okay, so now what?” You asked. “I told you how I felt, you told me. It doesn’t matter now because you’re leaving tomorrow and won’t be back for over a month. We’re back to living our two differen-”
You rant was interrupted by Harry pulling you to him and pressing his lips against yours. Just when you were about to respond to the kiss, he pulled away and looked down at you.
“Just shut the fuck up for one fucking second, Y/N,” he groaned. “Come with me.”
You laughed. “Where? To America? I can’t just book a flight, pack, and all that shit.”
“Yes, you can,” he said. “Because I’ve already done it for you, well, minus the packing.”
“What?” you asked.
“If you had answered my calls, you would have known. I want you there for my first show. You were always the one who supported me in this and you were there for my first ever show when we were teenagers,” he laughed. “So, I want you there by my side at the show because I love you, I’m in love with you, and I have been since we were twelve years old.”
“So, what do you say?” He asked looking down at you.
You were now in San Fransico, California at the venue for Harry’s first solo show. Over the last few days, you two had talked a lot about things left unsaid over the past few years. It felt you were finally able to breathe again now that this weight had been lifted off of you.
Harry was off soundchecking, while you were on your phone. You didn’t realize he had come back until he jumped onto the couch next to you.
“Watcha doing?” He smirked putting his chin on your shoulder.
“Social media, you know something you never do,” you joked.
He laughed kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he whispered.
“Me too,” you smiled. “And I’m glad we talked things through.”
He smiled putting his forehead against yours. “You know I love you right?”
“Yeah, I know,” you smiled. “And I love you too.”
He smirked a bit before bringing your lips up to meet his.
When the show finally started, you were standing to the side of the stage a bit. You were always proud to see Harry up on stage performing, but for some reason that night you felt your heart bursting with pride. Throughout the show, he kept looking in your direction as you danced and sang along with the crowd.
Seeing you there supporting his dream and having a great time made him realize for the first time in a long while, he finally felt complete. He had his music, and his fans, but most importantly he had you, the love of his life, by his side.
**I know this doesn’t exactly go with the request, but this idea just start flowing out. :) Hope you like it!
Girls Who Invite Lonely Guys At Cafeterias To Sit With Them - Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader
hey, can you write a jughead jones x fem!reader imagine where the reader is archie’s younger sister (by about 1.5-2 years) and her and jug secretly date until archie catches them making out, and then drama happens, but its fluffy/cute at the end?
This is my first request, hope you like it! :)
I was sixteen, and on my way to high school. Totally normal, right? Well, social anxiety thought otherwise. Act cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. I said to myself, which was probably un-cool, cool people don’t tell themselves to be cool, they just are. Thing was: I wasn’t a cool person, that’s why it still baffled me how I got Jughead Jones’ attention. Not that he was part of The Cool Kids™, but was interesting, smart, and I was none of those things. Don’t get me wrong, I was fabulous, but…
It happened at Pop’s, everything on Riverdale seemed to happen either at Sweetwater River or Pop’s. I was acknowledging the fact that I was ignoring my dad’s curfew, but I was so into my book, and my food, and totally not stalking Jughead, that I stayed there. The aforementioned boy was somebody I knew ever since we were kids, small town, everybody knew each other, but nobody seemed to really know him, with the exception of Archie, and maybe Betty Cooper. He always stood there, writing God knows what about God knows who in his computer, something changed that night, though. He was looking at me.
And, oh boy, I panicked, I dropped my fries, which was the tragic event of that night, he stretched his neck, probably wondering how a person could be that pathetic, when he stood up, and asked: “Hey, Y/N; is everything okay?”
“Yes! This is just how my life goes by, what you saw there? That’s a brief summary of how my life’s going.” I explained, talking too much and too fast.
He smiled and I almost melted. “I get it. I uh- I’ll be right there, if you need anything.” he said, pointing to his usual seat.
“Jughead, do you- do you wanna seat here?” I was impressed by my bravery, like, really, I was amazing.
“Sure.” He smiled again, and this time I did melt.
I personally do not believe on comfortable silence, but let me tell you, it was different with Jughead. Although we did talk, he asked me: “What are you reading?”
“Something about lonely guys at cafeterias and always wearing hats.” What. Was. Wrong. With. Me?
“Hum… what a coincidence. I’m writing about girls who invite lonely guys at cafeterias to sit with them.”
“And how are those girls to you?”
I have nothing else to write about what happened next. Or probably I do, but it wouldn’t make any sense. Here’s a sample: JUG AJHBASSAOHMYGOSHJSAWUY UYWIUYQYEIU. I can, nonetheless, tell you what happened when he drove me home, in his motorcycle. “Thanks for driving me home” Jughead nodded. “Are you meeting me at Pop’s tomorrow? So I can read some more?”
“Oh, don’t doubt it.” He leaned, slowly, and a little bit awkwardly, to kiss my forehead… what?, did you think we had a huge make out session? It was the first time we really got to talk! I didn’t know if I could even call it ‘date’.
“Goodbye.” I answered.
He jumped on his motorcycle and drove away. I stood there, I stood there for at least ten minutes, smiling like an idiot. Until I heard someone opening our front door. I turned around and looked at him. “Y/N, what are you doing outside?”
“Nothing, Archie, I uh… I was looking at the stars, they look amazing tonight, don’t they?” It was the worst lie ever told by anyone, but it somehow worked on Archie.
He shook his head, smiling. “Come inside, lil’ sis.” He said, putting his arm around me.
Oh yeah, I forgot. I was Archie’s little sister, my brother was Jughead’s best friend.
Back to crappy-high-school-reality, I saw Jughead and we smiled to each other, you could say… in complicity. There were more endless nights we spend together, at Pop’s. We agreed not to talk about it with Archie. Not that we were dating or anything… It wasn’t that we were ashamed of each other, but, selfishly, wanted to keep the other to ourselves. I truly believed that in a relationship, the details should belong only to the people involved. Not that we were on a relationship or anything…
He walked toward me and whispered. “Hey, million dollar baby.”
“Jug, your movie references get worst by the second.”
“What do you mean references? They are completely original!"
"Sure, karate kid.”
“First of all…” I was already rolling my eyes. “I have nothing to do with Daniel Larusso, and that’s not how you make a reference, but sure, your references are way better than mine.” We both smirked.
“Yeah, I should get it together…” I frowned. “What do you mean Daniel Larusso? I thought Karate Kid was about that boy… Will Smith’s son.”
“So you were referencing the remake!?”
“What are you guys talking about?” Somebody behind us interrupted. A redheaded boy got in the middle of Jughead and I. Great timing, Archibald!
“We were talking about redheaded boys who interrupt people’s discussions about movie references,” I answered, I was getting good at giving small hints of who I was talking about. My Twitter account should be full of drama.
Archie laughed. “No, seriously. Jughead, I need to talk to you about something.”
“I thought you were Riverdale's Jock™, and that jocks didn’t talked, they just, chest bumped or something” Jughead replied.
“On the other hand” I followed. “Archie is the Music Kid™, so he does talk about his feelings quite a lot!” I nodded. “But really, Archie; Troy Bolton and you are part of the 'My head’s on the game, but my heart’s on the song’ Squad™"
"Stop it with The ™ Thing” Archie supplicated.
“I’ll catch you with the girls, Archie” the alluded nodded, and walked away, not before staring at us as if he suspected something. That wasn’t good.
“Y/N, we’ll be at Pop’s tonight, so we can’t meet there”
“Oh, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool”
“Wait, I… I was wondering if we could be old fashioned and cliché, and maybe watch a movie in an actual movie theater. The Drive-In would’ve been way better, though”
“I guess, it’s a date- I mean!” I blushed. “An… appointment.” I said, slowly, hoping he would correct me, and say: 'No, a date.’
Instead, he seemed uncomfortable. “An appointment it is” he put his hand in his neck and looked at me. “So… I’ll see you there.”
“Yeah.” WHAT HAD JUST HAPPEN!?. Everything was fine, and suddenly it was as if we didn’t know each other. And what did he mean appointment? I thought… maybe it was stupid of me to think that he felt something for me. He sure liked me, but for the other part… I wasn’t so confident about it anymore. Although I did say appointment first. But I was me! I said stupid things all the time, he is supposed to be the intelligent one!
Should I talk to him? I asked myself. Nah, I should do the healthy thing and keep it all to myself, hoping it will all end up exploding at my 40’s.
The movie was late, for he was meeting with Archie, Betty and Veronica earlier. He was already there when I arrived. He was a part of the picture, looking at him was like staring at the missing piece of a landscape, he was like the moon. He offered me his arm. “Milady,” Jughead said, sarcastically.
“Oh, my prince in shining armor, shall we buy the tickets, for my soul is craving the gaze of…” I read the title of the movie we were going to watch. “Mean Girls?”
“Tragically, that’s the only movie Riverdale’s theater has to offer.”
“I’m going to think about Cheryl Blossom this whole time!”
“Silly me! I thought you were going to be thinking about me.”
“Sorry, Juggie, I’m leaving you for Cheryl.”
“And my heart is aching."
"But first, shall we watch the movie?”
Wait, did I say 'leaving’? And he agreed!? I had so many questions, and the biggest one of them all was: why do I keep asking this many questions!? So I promised myself to stop asking them, and instead looking for some answers. He bought the tickets, against my will, with the promise he would let me buy the popcorn.
“That’ll be… five dollars” the cashier said. I took out my wallet at the same time that Jughead did.
“Don’t you dare.” He smirked. We both gave the cashier the bill, but he was faster than me, and put the bill inside. “Ugh!" I faked being mad, and he faked believing me. We sat at the last row, and stared at the commercials in silence. "So, how was the meeting with the Scooby Doo gang?”
“As always. Who do you think I would be?”
“In the Scooby Doo gang?” He nodded. “Well, Archie is Fred, Veronica is Daphne, Betty is Velma, and you are, without any doubt, Scooby Doo."
"Silly me again, for thinking I was Velma."
I turned to answer, but then the movie started, with its familiar Paramount Pictures intro. [This is your lunch, I put a dollar in there so you can buy some milk. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that.]Said a man from the movie in the background."I can’t believe Jughead Jones is actually watching this movie.”
“The only drawback of taking Y/N Y/L/N on an 'appointment’.” He said, doing quotation marks with his fingers. “Even watching Mean Girls is great when you’re with me.”
I could feel his eyes staring at me, so I looked back. “What are you looking at?” I asked, even though I already knew.
“I’m looking at you.” Oh shit! I thought he was looking at the wall paper, it was sort of nice!
“Because…” his voice weakened. His eyes wondered in my lips. I, unconsciously, leaned closer. He put his hand in my neck and closed the distance between us. He kissed me, and he suddenly became everything.
My mind completely was numb, the moments after Jughead’s kisses became a blur, and everything that existed were his lips and his lips only, everything else was smoke.
“Are you okay back there?” he screamed so I could hear him through the wind.
I was resting my head against his back, hugging him from behind, in his motorcycle. “Better than ever.” I screamed back; and for once, it was true. Jughead parked in front of my house and followed me in. “So I guess… we should say goodbye.”
A groan came out of my mouth. “I don’t want to.” He smiled and kissed me softly. I played with his hair while his fingers were tracing my skin. Jughead’s once slow kisses began to speed up, his lips moving with the beat of our hearts (which, I can tell you, were fast). He pushed me against the wall and I intertwined my legs around his chest. I kissed him back roughly, almost with hunger, and he took my hands and put them, as if glued to the wall, on top of us, while he drew lines with his lips in my neck.
“The hell!”Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I eloquently thought. Jughead and I abruptly stopped to see where the voice came from. Archie. He was standing there, at the threshold, looking at us in bewilderment. “Jughead, Y/N, what’s going on?”
“Well, I think we were kissing, I don’t know what you saw, though.” Both frowned at me, although Jughead seemed a little amused, while Archie was full on Wolverine-angry.
“I’m serious, Y/N, I-”
“Archie, it’s not Y/N fault, it’s mine.” Jughead interrupted.
“It’s no one’s fault! Archie, we weren’t doing anything wrong-”
“I’m gonna go know, please, just…” my brother sighed, before leaving the room. I heard the front door being closed.
“I need to talk to him.” Jughead stated, I was about to answer but he was already outside.
“Fucking great." I whispered to myself, as I was on my way to follow them Outside of our house, Jughead ha grabbed Archie by the arm and said.
"Archie, wait! I know we shouldn’t have been-”
“For how long have you two been seeing each other?” he asked, looking at me.
“We’ve been hanging out for over three months, or so.” Jughead answered, lowering his head.
“Three months!?” Archie got closer to us. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend, and your brother!”
“Wait, so you don’t mind us… dating?”
“Of course I don’t! I just would’ve wanted you both to trust me.”
“We do trust you, Archie.” Jughead said. I wanted to tell him that today was our first kiss, but that belonged to Jughead and I only.
“Okay.” I didn’t know if hugging him was the proper thing to do, so I did. It was super uncomfortable, to be honest, but it also felt right. “I’ll leave you guys to say goodbye.” And he got into the house.
“I still don’t feel like saying goodbye.”
“I’d rather never say goodbye to you, and instead say 'good morning’." Jughead whispered like I think lovers whisper when they’re in bed. He put my hair behind my ears. "But since I can’t do that now, I guess I’ll say 'goodnight’.”
“Goodnight, Jughead.” he took a step back, and hesitated. Then he took two steps forward and kissed me.
It is January and you are saying goodbye to something even though you love it. Knowing it’s for the best doesn’t make it any easier. You have been looking backwards for too long and so you’re trying something new.
It is February and you take a trip for no reason other than the fact that it feels good to drink with your friends and laugh around a fire. It’s Valentine’s Day and the man you love makes chocolate-covered strawberries and lights candles and opens wine and you laugh because you never knew life could be this good.
It is March and the rejection letters are piling up on your nightstand. In your mind, each one says: give up. You consider it while getting blind drunk and throwing up on the side of the street.
It is April and you go to a concert just to feel young. You fall asleep in the back of your car with the seats pulled down and wake up with the sun. You hold hands with the person you love and wish you could go back to the year before, if only to tell yourself to hold on.
It is May and it is your birthday and it is time to take a road trip to Los Angeles to drop your boyfriend off for the whole summer. The first night, you eat Chinese food and drink wine with your sister and brother-in-law and feel so grown up in the candlelight with this perfect person you love by your side. The day you leave and he stays, you cry in the airport and fall asleep the second get on the plane.
It is June and you get a new job which involves the emergency room and 12-hour shifts. On your first day, you see a woman die. She has the same birthday as your mother and something about that leaves you crying in the bathroom.
It is July and you are sick. There are always painkillers in your pockets and you’re ashamed and a little scared of how often you have to swallow them just to look your day in the eye but you’re sick of things getting in your way, even if it’s your own body so you keep going.
It is August and you go back to Los Angeles to bring your boyfriend home. You take a trip down the coast and watch him try to fish in the afternoon sun. Two little kids help him bait his line and you all laugh. You hold hands the whole drive home.
It is September and you’re getting sicker but you don’t want to talk about it. The constant fight with your body has you tired in a way you didn’t know you could be. Instead of thinking about it, you write a new book and pour everything you know into it. When you’re finished, you think it’s beautiful.
It is October and you’re spending most of your time convincing yourself not to give up. You’re angry and sad and you don’t know where that leaves you. You’re scared of the old version of yourself that was this angry. You’re scared you’re going to become her again.
It is November and the old love who smashed your heart apart comes back. When you see his name flash on your phone screen, you have a visceral reaction and have to pull over on the side of the road to scream. He says he’s sorry and you cry. He says you became everything he knew you would and you cry. He says things shouldn’t have been that way and you cry. Two days later, you gather your courage and block his number again. It feels more like relief than you thought it would.
It is December and a surgeon is taking a scalpel to your neck. You’re trying to be brave because they say it’ll give you your life back and these days, that’s all you want so you make jokes with your siblings and cry in your mother’s lap and then you breathe in the anesthesia and wake up with a piece of your body missing. You run your fingers over the scar and smile. Now it is time to heal, any way you know how.
Request: Hello! Can you please write an imagine where Joe’s GF is usually super shy and quiet around the Buttercreams and then one night she’s out with her friends and the boys show up at the same place and she’s singing on the Karaoke, dancing with her friends etc. And the boys are all super shocked? Thank You! 💖💖
Requests are OPEN!
A/N: Guys, I probably just failed a midterm cause fuck everything in life. This week is SO bad and has seriously messed with my entire life. On the plus side, I have next week off so I’m doing NOTHING but SPENDING TIME WITH YOU GUYS! WOOHOO!
Also, do you get what I did with the title? Get it? Lemme know if you get it.
Being around the Buttercream Gang is quite difficult and you’ve come to realize it over the couple of months you’ve been around. You and Joe bumped into each other after years of not speaking since the 10th grade. You’ve always enjoyed his personality but the summer after 10th grade changed everything. He became sort of…different. He was hanging out with new people and you didn’t exactly get on with them so you two eventually stopped talking. However, when you moved to London a couple months back, you bumped into Joe on a night out and things quickly changed from strangers to romantic interests.
He introduced you to the boys pretty quick but they all seemed to love you so you would continuously hang out with them, sometimes even without Joe. They all have pretty dominant personalities and definitely love being in the spotlight so you were often pretty quiet when you hung around them. They didn’t mind though, you had your moments of one liners, so they enjoy your company either way.
“Guys, what are we going to do tonight? We’ve been stuck around the house all day.” Caspar complained. They had been filming and editing for hours now but they were slowly dying of boredom.
“Joe…what’s (y/n) doing?” Oli asked, looking through his phone.
“She’s out with friends, why?” Joe replied, suspicious of why Oli was asking. Oli tossed his phone in Joe’s direction as the others crowded around.
“Hit me with your best shot! Why don’t you hit me!” You sang on your Instagram story.
“Is she drunk?” Jack asked, knowing you would never be as outgoing with them. “I mean, that’s the only way-”
“Nope.” Mikey said, as your next Instagram photo came up on your story.
“When you’re the sober one and you’re going harder than the others.” You captioned as your three friends struggled to take shots.
“Let’s go.” Caspar said, standing up. “We’re not sitting here any longer.”
“Babe!” You said, running over to Joe as you saw him enter the bar. “What are you doing here?”
“We wanted to see you perform in person!” Conor said, pointing to the karaoke machine.
“They were all really surprised when they saw your Instagram story.” Joe laughed, knowing they were in for a real treat. He knew your wild side more than anyone and he knew they’d be speechless once they really got to know you.
“Conor, come with me!” You said, pulling him towards the stage.
“Hey wait,” Joe said, taking your wrist in his hand. He quickly pressed his lips against yours before cracking a smile. “You look really good.” You smiled at him, kissing him quickly before joining Conor on stage.