Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that.
Word Count: 5458
Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!
You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.
Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.
You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.
The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.
Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.
There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.
The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.
Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.
Jughead grinned, “ I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.
If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.
Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.
Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.
He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.
Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.
Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.
Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.
You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.
You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.
Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.
She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.
Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.
Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.
Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.
In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.
Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.
Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.
Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.
After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.
Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.
Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.
Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.
Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.
Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.
You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.
Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?
Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.
Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.
Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.
You were confused, “ She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.
Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”. You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.
Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.
Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.
Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.
Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.
The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.
Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.
Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.
Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.
Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.
Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.
It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.
She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.
Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.
He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.
Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.
Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.
He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.
Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.
She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.
As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.
Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.
Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?
You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.
She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.
Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.
Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.
Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.
She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.
You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.
You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.
You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.
Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.
Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.
Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.
Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.
In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.
Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.
You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.
Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.
Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.
Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.
You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.
Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”. You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.
She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.
Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.
She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.
Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.
Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.
You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.
Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.
When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.
You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.
He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.
He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.
Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.
As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.
You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.
He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.
Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.
He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.
There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.
He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.
Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.
He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.
Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.
Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.
It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.
Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.
He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.
Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.
Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.
Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.
His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.
You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.
The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.
Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.
As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.
Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.
You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.
Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.
You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.
Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.
Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.
Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.
Request from Anon: Is it possible that you can write a daryl x reader one where the reader is Maggie and beth’s sister and she tries to get Daryl to open up to her? And daryl just keeps pushing her away bc he has feelings for her
Setting: The prison
Warnings: Fluff, occasional swear word
A/N: Super excited for the new episode tonight!
There’s just something about Daryl that intrigues you. The way he presents himself. He’s a quiet man- doesn’t talk much. He stays out of everyone’s way and does his own thing. That just makes you want to know him more. Ever since he and his group showed up at your farm a while ago, you can’t deny to yourself your feelings for him anymore. He was a handsome, strong man. He has a hard exterior but you saw a different side of him after Sophia’s death. He was caring.
The only person he ever really speaks to is Carol or Rick. Sure, he’ll “talk” to other people, but that’s different. You want to be able to talk to him like he talks to Carol, you want it to be deep. You want to get to know him for his true self, not the shut off redneck he makes himself appear to be. If you’re in the same area, you’ll try and start conversation, only getting a mere grunt in response. If it’s a good day and he’s in a chatty mood, he’ll give you a short response. But those days only happen on a rare occasion.
“Mind handing me that gun? I see something.” You say to Daryl as you two patrol the outside of the prison. Rick had put both of you on duty today. Usually it would be Glenn and Daryl, or even Rick himself, but Glenn was out doing a run and Rick was having some… issues dealing with Lori’s death. He was coming to terms with it, he had finally come back from disappearing for a few days, but you could tell he was struggling. So he assigned you to patrol with Daryl today, as you were the only other person available who was as good of a shot as him. Truth is, you were pretty excited to spend time with him.
Daryl handed you the gun, not saying anything as he raised his crossbow. You look into the scope, seeing a walker on the outskirts of the prison. Nothing to worry about- they couldn’t get in.
“False alarm.” You lowered the gun. Daryl grunts and sets his bow onto his back again, walking in front of me.
“What are you thinking about?” You attempt to make conversation, hoping that this day wouldn’t be spent in boring silence.
“None of ‘ya business, that’s what.” He responds. Despite his rude response, you smile- it’s a good day.
“Alright, I’m sorry.”
“Why are you talkin’ to me, Y/N? You’re always with your sisters, you’ve never even tried to talk to me until a few weeks ago.” He asks.
“Why not talk to you?” You shrug, walking faster to catch up to him.
“People like ya don’t talk to people like me.”
“Well what am I doing, then?” You smile up at him. You could’ve sworn you saw the faintest hint of a smile, but if you did, it was gone quickly.
“I’m gonna go take watch on the tower. You got it down here?” His good mood seemed gone. His face seemed strained, like he was rushed to get away from me.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumble. Daryl doesn’t say anything as he walks away, leaving you to be alone.
Ever since that day, it seems as if Daryl is avoiding you. If he’d walk into a cell and you were in there, he’d turn on his heels and walk away. If he saw you in the halls, he’d walk past you quickly or just find another way to get wherever he was going.
You’d had the end of it. It had been about a month of this, this torture of not knowing what you did to make him hate you.
“I need to talk to you.” You hiss, walking into his cell. He was laying on the bed, seemingly about to go to sleep. He jumped up quickly, his face changing into an emotion you can’t read when he spots you standing at the foot of his bed.
“What do ya want? I’m tryin’ to sleep.”
“I need to talk to you.” You repeat yourself.
“Could we possibly go anywhere else?” You look around. Everyone else was still up, walking around and talking to each other. He looks at you, and you think that he’s going to protest, but to your surprise he gets out of his bed. You try to not stare, noticing that he’s in his boxers, but you admittedly let your eyes wander a tiny bit. He quickly puts on his jeans, and you blush thinking that he knew you were admiring him.
You lead him out of the cell block, and into the empty one next to it.
“Why do you hate me, Daryl?” You sigh. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. We finally had a conversation, a good one, at least for you. And ever since then you’ve been ignoring me. I’ve been trying so hard to get to know you, Daryl. There’s not many options of friends here. And all you know how to do is push people away.” You rant. “So, tell me, what did I do? Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate ya.”
“Well you certainly act like it.” You spit. “You walk the other way when you see me coming. That doesn’t scream ‘friendly’ to me.”
“Ya can’t stand there and tell me how I feel! Ya don’t know me, Y/N!”
“You’re right. I don’t know you.” You say with a bit of an attitude. Daryl looks at you, a look of hurt on his face. He shakes his head and stomps out, leaving you to be in there by yourself.
In retrospect, maybe taking him this far to talk wasn’t a great idea. You didn’t exactly know your way around the prison as well as he or Rick did, so trying to find your way back was hard, especially in the night time.
“What the hell happened? You and Daryl just disappeared and then he came back pissed as hell a few minutes ago.” Maggie ran over to you once you finally found your way back.
“I don’t know what happened.” You say truthfully. “He’s confusing.”
“You gotta give him more time. Carol’s made it seem like he’s had a pretty rough past.”
“Yeah.” I walk into my cell. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”
“Y/N?” A voice whispers to you next to your bed as you sleep. You jump out of bed and grab the person by the neck, an instinct you’ve gained since the apocalypse began.
“Shit, Y/N, it’s just me.”
You breathe out a sigh of relief, letting go of him and sitting back on your bed. It was sometime in the middle of the night, judging by how dark it still was.
“What are you doing here?” You ask him, whispering.
“I, uh,” He pauses. “Nothin’. It was stupid.” He begins to walk out, but you grab him by his hand to keep him from moving.
“What’s going on?” You frown, pulling him down to sit next to you on the bed. He hesitates, but gives in and takes a seat.
“I just… I don’ know.” He sighs.
“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.” You pull him in for a hug, but he goes stiff. You pull away quickly, forgetting that he was iffy about human contact.
“Well, you are welcome to stay in here if you want.” You offer, not thinking that he would accept given the response he just had to your hug. Much to your surprise, he lays down on the other side of the bed. You get underneath the covers, facing your head away from his feet, and drift back to sleep.
At some point in the night, one of you two must have moved around enough to get yourselves in the position that you woke up in.
You were nuzzled up in his chest, with his arm wrapped around you and his leg twisted around yours. You were both covered up in the blankets, so to anyone who walked by, it would certainly look like you two just had a wild night.
You tried to unwrap his arm from around you, but were unsuccessful. He was too damn muscular. You took this chance to admire how attractive he actually was. Normally, you’d see him with a permanent scowl on his face, but now? Now he just looked so innocent.
Your thoughts were distracted by someone coughing at your cell door. You jumped away from Daryl, causing him to wake up as well. His eyes widened when he saw how he was holding you, and he got up quickly.
“Uhh, Daryl, we have to go on a run.” Glenn said awkwardly before walking away.
“I’m sorry for comin’ in here last night.” Daryl mumbled as he got off the bed. “This won’t happen again, was a mistake.”
And just like that, he was gone again.
You have had enough. The avoiding, the “pushing away”, it only got worse since that night in your cell.
“I’m sick and tired of this, Beth. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You scoffed, rocking baby Judith in your arms as she was drinking a bottle.
“I don’t think you’re the problem. I think he’s just dealing with some inner conflicting emotions.”
“I was with Carol the other day, taking care of Judith while you were off doing god knows what,” Beth started. “I was talkin’ to her about the problems you were having with him. She thinks it’s because he’s in love with you. He hasn’t ever said it out loud, not even to Carol, but she knows him better than anyone else.”
“In love with me?” You raise your eyebrows. “Me? He doesn’t even talk to me.”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just the messenger.”
Your conversation with Beth stayed in your head all day. If what she was saying was true, Daryl has a real funny way of showing love to someone. Although, considering he had a bad childhood, maybe he just doesn’t know how to show it.
Only one way to find out.
You walk up to the watch tower, knowing that it was Daryl’s night watch time. You open the door to the top to see Daryl sitting there, eyes focused on the land surrounding the prison.
“You shouldn’t be up here.” He grunts.
“I want to be up here.”
“Why?” He finally looks at you.
“You’re confusing me. I hear that you’re in love with me, but then you treat me like-“
“What?” His face freezes. “Who told you?”
“So it’s true?” Your heart flutters.
“Doesn’ matter.” He turns away from you. “Please leave.”
“Tell me.” You walk in front of him, forcing him to face you.
“Y/N, it doesn’t matter, ok? I’m nothin’. I’m no one. You could never-“
You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. You don’t force more than just a peck, but your insides about melt at the feelings of his lips against yours.
“I love you, too, Dixon.”
Daryl smiled the biggest he’d smiled in a long time at hearing that sentence.
“I’m sorry I was pushin’ you away. I thought I could get rid of my feelings for ya. Thought there was no way you would ever even look at me, been thinkin’ that since the farm, you know. And then you started talking to me, and it freaked me out. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You kissed him again, this time letting it be more than just a peck.
“the mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart
wants what the heart wants”
She doesn’t think she’s heard him right. There is
literally no way she’s heard him correctly. Not after all this time—not after everything that’s happened…
Standing at the curb of her driveway, Archie before
her, Betty stares, mouth agape at his confession.
was blind before, Betty. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me this whole
His eyes search hers with a desperation, feet moving
forward before his hands rest gently on her shoulders. The gaze he gives her is
one she would’ve swooned over months ago, one that would’ve had her knees
buckle and her heart stutter, but now—now, she just feels ill. She feels blindsided. Confused and upset.
When you met Bucky you were in a grocery store trying to grab the last case of water from the back of the bottom shelf. It wasn’t too hard to reach, but you were becoming increasingly tired with every day that passed. You had no idea being pregnant would make you as tired as you were. You weren’t even that far along only about 3 months and you felt like you had run 10 miles and were carrying a small baby elephant. Your baby bump wasn’t huge at this point but noticeable enough for older women and some men to look at, you smile, and then immediately look around for the man they assumed you were with. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t piss you off because it damn well did. Every time you went out and had more than two bags, no matter how light, someone would always offer help which was greatly appreciated until they opened their mouths and asked about your husband. Which was why you were so damn determined to get this case of water without help.
@littlewritingrabbit So, happy birthday! :) Since you’ve been so sweet and writing ficlets for me and other people lately, I thought I’d try and write something for you in return this time! :)
Hamilton stops. The letter – the very subject of Hamilton’s playful
boasting and John’s sudden lunge – flutters onto the cot and
settles by John’s knee.
John Laurens is a
twenty-three year old man. He is a respected soldier in the American
army, and an aide-de-camp to George Washington himself. He is a man
of duty and honour and pride. He is not a ten-year-old child
wrestling with a younger brother.
Alexander’s eyes say
it, clearly: do not dare.
His fingers dig into
Alexander’s side again and Alexander squeals with a pitch that
can only encourage John further. He tickles him mercilessly,
straddling him on the bed and trapping him tightly with his body
weight so he can’t escape. When Alexander’s waistcoat rides up,
John’s fingers shove beneath it, scrabbling against the single layer
of fabric separating them.
Alex flails for his
arm to grab it, but he can’t get a good angle, and he’s shaking too
hard in unrestrainable laughter to exert his full strength. John
continues his onslaught in sheer delight, hair falling into his
friend’s face as he leans over him breathlessly.
He’s so distracted
that he doesn’t notice as Alexander’s hands fall from his arm and
reappear at his shoulders and then, at just the right moment, push.
In an instant,
John’s upper body catapults backwards – and then there is a loud
thunk, and a piercing stab of pain at the back of his head.
John falls back and
curses, loudly and vehemently.
“Ah, sorry, sorry
-” Alexander tries to touch his arm, but, irritable and petty, John
kicks him. Alex whacks him in return, but stays close.
going on in-?” comes Meade from the doorway. But the tableau –
both men kneeled awkwardly on the bed, half on top of one another,
John clutching his head – must tell the story well enough, because
he visibly rolls his eyes and leaves again, muttering something about
you hurt?” Alex asks, gently.
sighs, dropping one hand. “No…it’s fine. It’s hardly the worst
wound I’ve suffered. Just the shock of it.” He scratches at his
scalp and glares upward. “But, I am really not fond of these low
lets out an amused huff. But then he shuffles closer again. “Um,
are you bleeding? It is a head wound…” John starts to answer in
the negative, but then Alex says: “I could check? For you?”
considers that. Alex’s knee is very warm against his, and he can
smell the scent of sweat and pomatum from him. His heart beats rather
can’t tell. So, uh, you could…”
smiles brightly; John’s chest tightens further. “Certainly!”
shifts to his side, giving him a view over John’s shoulder. When he
touches John’s hair, John makes a conscious effort not to jump.
Carefully, Alexander parts the hair at his scalp, leaning in closely
to look for traces of blood. John’s eyes flutter closed, but with his
sight gone, he can only feel all the more vividly the warmth of
Alexander’s breath against his ear and the press of his fingertips.
probes slowly, running his fingers against the skin as though to
check for pain. At one point, he loosens John’s queue somewhat, so
that he can dig into John’s hair more deeply; John barely suppresses
a grunt. His touch is surprisingly light – delicate. Lingering.
a strange peace to it. The noise outside the house – men working,
birds tweeting and trilling – fades in and out behind the sound of
Alexander’s breathing and the light rustling of John’s hair. It’s
been a long time since he has felt so comfortable, he thinks. He
could grow accustomed to this.
(in no time at all), Alexander leans back. “No blood that I can
see,” he murmurs, and it sounds strangely loud and intimate in the
a moment, John abruptly remembers to open his eyes, and does so
hastily, blinking away the blur in his vision.
swallows; it’s almost painful. “Ah-” he almost coughs. “Thank
you, my dear.”
hums a little, pleased – and then, sadly, shuffles away.
is so busy catching his breath again that it takes him a moment to
recognise it when Alexander plucks the letter back up again with
something of a smug smile.
seems that you were unsuccessful after all,” he says, holding it
up. “And thus this letter – which, I remind you, details only the
incredible pleasure of this young woman in describing how fortunate
she was in attracting my attention, and all of her friends
Hamilton is, as John is well aware, a smart man, and could not
possibly be surprised when John tackles him again.
Albus and Scorpius are the kind of couple who actually go to library to study or do homework. Like, really. Scorpius absolutely loves reading, and Albus doesn’t mind at all going with him.
Of course there are the occasional little touches - both reach for the same book, and their hands brush slightly. Or Scorpius needs a haircut so bad because a certain blonde lock keeps falling on his face, and it’s really distracting, so Albus puts that lock behind Scorpius’ ear without warning.
And the smiles. They look up at the same time, and it’s brilliant. (Sometimes Scorpius does this half smile-half smirk thing that makes Albus blush so much)
God, these boys are so beautiful and soft and pure. And so gay for each other.
I have a HC where Max sneaks into David's part of the cabin, probably looking for something to steal, and he finds a bag of trail mix on a table. It's way too tempting to resist. He opens the bag and tries a small handfull. He just has this look on his face that says "...Whoa," He gets so distracted by how frickin' good the trail mix is, he forgets what he was doing there, so he puts the trail mix in the pocket of his hoodie and goes back to his tent.
Haha this would be so funny though
Okay but what if its a plastic baggie instead of, like, a store-bought package because David made it and after Max runs out he goes back and steals more, then he runs out and steals more, and this happens over and over right?
Well, what Max doesn’t know is that David has noticed and was keeping track of when the mystery thief runs out and takes more, so David begins to leave an extra bag labeled “Mystery thief” and Max is just??? Really low-key touched by the gesture, but just takes it and goes.
aidan turner - “I was really into films when I was younger, but I feel like a bit of a phony sometimes - I started acting because I didn’t know what else to do. I filled in all these university application forms and honestly didn’t want to do any of the courses.”
Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?
Warnings : swearing, flirting, a little angst & fluff
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader
Chapter 7 : The Confrontations
have to pull Steve away from Nick, reminding him tonight is about
good publicity & hitting a civilian right now would be counterproductive. The scowl
doesn’t leave his face though, so you pull him into a kiss to try and
distract him. It works, and he pulls you to him by your hips. You
finally separate as you hear someone let out a cough. Both of you
part and see Tony Stark raising an eyebrow at you. As you smile, you
extend your hand to him.
Mr. Stark, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” You say
sweetly. He smiles in return, letting out a laugh as he takes your
call me Tony, darling. So you’re the girl Rogers won’t shut up about,
huh? It’s nice to put such a beautiful face to the name.” A deep
blush spreads across your face.
comes to stand next to Tony. “Mr. Stark, shall we continue the
interview for the magazine since we were so rudely interrupted?”
Nick asks, in his fake, kiss ass voice.
yeah, sure kid. I’ll see you guys in a little bit, go mingle!”
Nick’s new job is for a magazine. Those poor people don’t know what
they’ve walked into.
Nick walks away with Tony, he looks you up and down, making you
squirm under his gaze. “New York has changed you Y/n, I’m loving
it.” He winks at you then goes after Tony. Steve’s face was the
definition of murderous as he watches Nick walk away. You take his
face between your hands, redirecting his gaze to you.
“Hey, don’t let him bother you.
I’m yours, remember?” You say softly. He snaps out of it and
smiles down to you. He places a kiss on your nose then takes your
hand in his.
on, it’s time you met the team, Doll.”
the way to find the team, the boys have to stop and socialize with
every group. You’re hesitant at first, but when Steve starts
introducing you everything feels like it’s going smoothly. You feel
like you’ve met a million new people already.
You finally make your way to the
team. You start getting anxious,but shake it off.
are just people, like the boys. They just save the world constantly.
Normal, world saving people. Breathe.
this is Y/n.“ Steve says, as he pulls on your hand making you
step in front of him and closer to his friends. Natasha is the first
one to approach you, a beautiful smile on her lips.
I’m Natasha, it’s really nice to meet you. I don’t know what you’ve
done to these boys, but they talk about you constantly.” She
says as you shake her hand. You blush and laugh.
really nice to you too. I’m a big fan of all of you.” You look
to the rest of team, their attention was on you already. “Thank
you all for everything you’ve done for this world.” You send
them all a genuine smile, receiving the same from them. After
Natasha, you met Clint, Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and finally
Wanda. When you meet Wanda, she pulls you into a hug.
so nice to finally meet Steve’s girlfriend!” she squeals.
God, she so cute with that accent. Wait, is Steve telling people I’m
his girlfriend? Huh, I wasn’t aware this relationship started
be fun having another girl around, right Nat?” she lets you go
to look at Natasha.
laughs and agrees. You
smile and begin talking with the team about random things, just
getting to know them a little more. Steve stands right behind you the
entire time, playing with the hem of your dress. As the team
continues talking, you get a chance to look at their costumes, which
aren’t really costumes. They all had on their Avenger Suits, except
Rhodey; he wore a shirt with the arc reactor like Iron Man.
guys have such creative minds.
the boys all receive compliments on your costumes.
I’m a genius.
Tony made his way back to the team, announcing that they have to go
socialize more. He begins shooing everyone in different directions.
end up getting separated from Steve when Tony drags him along with
him. Music begins playing a little louder than before, and people
begin slow dancing on the floor in the middle of the room. You smile
watching them dance, then see Wanda and Vision among them. You send
her a wink, causing her to blush. You begin talking to a couple that
was standing close to you when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
be Steve asking me to dance.
turn, expecting Steve to be standing there waiting for you, but
instead you’re met with the exact opposite: Nick.
you like to dance, Y/n?“ he asks softly.
seriously has some fucking nerve.
you’re about to reject him, you notice the couple you were talking to
watching the interaction.
can’t cause a scene and I can’t be rude. Just get this over with.
force a smile and nod. You then excuse yourself from the couple, and
make your way to the dancefloor. Nick pulls you to him, resting one
hand on your waist while holding yours in the other. He begins slowly
moving side to side, following the beat to the song.
look beautiful tonight, you know that?” He asks, his lips close
to your ear.
aware. Don’t think anything has changed Nick. I agreed to dance to
avoid bringing negative attention to us by rejecting you. This dance
isn’t for you, so deflate your giant ass ego,” you whisper harshly
as you smile at a couple dancing near you. He lets out a deep
chuckle, gripping you tighter.
sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing? We both know you don’t
belong here. Let alone with a team of Heroes.” You scoff, going
to push away but
he grips you harder. He moves his lips right to your ear, sending
chills down your spine. “Steve is going to get sick of you, he’s
going to realize he can do better. Why else do you think he hasn’t
come to separate us yet? Maybe it’s because his attention is already
moving elsewhere.” Nick lets your waist go and spins you so that
you see Steve laughing with a beautiful Blonde woman. He pulls you
back to him.
going to realize you’re not worth more than anything other than a
good fuck. Then what are you going to do Y/n? It’s time to give up
this fantasy life, and come back to me. Where you belong."
let out a laugh, leaning up to whisper, "Oh darling, I will
never come back to you. No matter what happens, I would rather feed
myself to an alligator than have anything to do with your pathetic,
lying ass. I don’t care what you do, stay in New York, Hell move into
my building if you’d like, but I will never associate myself with you
in this lifetime ever again.” You shove yourself away from him,
walking away without looking back. His words are still echoing
through your mind. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, and you
rip you hand away. You look to see it’s Steve, with a shocked
expression on his face.
sorry I thought you were Nick.” You apologize.
saw you guys dancing, how did you get sucked into that?” He has
an edge to his voice, but you can’t blame him.
didn’t want to make a scene, he asked me infront of people.” You
shrug. He nods and lets it go.
sure everything’s okay?” he asks one last time. You force
a smile and nod yes. He leads you back to the team, just in time to
hear Tony dismiss everyone for the night.
and Steve both sigh, both so ready to get the hell out of there.
finally step out of the elevator onto your floor, Nick’s words
replaying the whole ride home. You go straight to your door, the boys
following close behind. When you realize they are all behind you, you
can’t deal with them all right now.
guys, I think I need a couple minutes to myself right now, okay?”
You ask quietly. They all have looks of uncertainty on their faces,
you roll your eyes. “I think I can handle being alone for 10
fucking minutes.” Anger and sass leak from your words. You feel
bad, with all Nick’s words swirling around your head and
igniting a new flare of self doubt, you can’t help but want space.
don’t say anything, just head to their own door. Steve stays behind,
sending you a ‘what aren’t you telling me?’ look. You don’t say
anything, just step into your apartment and close the door behind
you. You go to pour yourself a glass of wine; you deserve it and you
didn’t drink at the gala, so fuck it. As you begin to pour it, your
phone starts vibrating. You see that Nancy, a nurse you work with, is
calling so you answer immediately. 10 minutes later, you find
yourself having agreed to take Nancy’s shifts for the next week. She
had a death in the family, so you didn’t have the heart to say no.
Plus, she got your boss to agree to give you another week off once
she gets back, to make up for cutting your vacation short.
only a week, I can do this. Only seven , 16-hour night shifts in
run your fingers through your hair. Fucking
Hell. This is going to kill me. You
abandon your wine and begin searching for your pink scrubs. How
rowdy can Peds get at night?
them and switch out of your costume. You throw your hair up in a bun
and wash off your makeup. As you’re about to leave, Steve walks
through your door.
are you in your scrubs? Where are you going?”
needs me to take their shift, I’m going to work, Steve,” you say
you drink, you can’t go to work with alcohol-”
Steve, I didn’t drink. I’m not an idiot I wouldn’t go into work
drunk. Seriously?“ You’ve finally had it, you never thought you
would see the day where you didn’t want to be by Steve Rogers. You
push past him, grabbing your bag and going to the elevator.
wait!” But you don’t. You get in the elevator and the doors shut
in front of Steve.
let go of the breath you are holding, tears falling freely from your
is wrong with me?” you whisper to yourself.
skip : the last night of covering Nancy’s shift.
finally make it home; today was the last time you had to cover for
Nancy. Being in the Peds department was more stressful than expected.
You are now off for a week again, but with no interruptions this
time. You have barely spoken to the boys this past week; whenever you
get home from work you would just sleep until the next shift. Of
course, they would text you, but barely answered. Most of the texts
were from Steve trying to check in on you. You feel bad for how
you treated him after the gala that night, but you haven’t had the
time to talk to him about it. The only person you confide in about
that night is Gloria. To say she was mad would be an understatement.
She has a death wish for Nick, and ripped you a new one at how you
let his words get to you and affect how you think of Steve. She was
right, you shouldn’t have let them bother you. But you’re only human
after all .
been home for about ten minutes, only having time to ditch your
scrubs for a tee and underwear. You hear a pounding on your door and
can’t deal with any of the guys right now. I’m so fucking tired.
yourself to your door, flinging it open. Only you’re not met with who
you expect, but with someone better.
going to let me in or what, sweetcheeks?”
inside you breaks, tears pouring out of your eyes like Niagra falls.
You throw yourself into her arms, wrapping yours tightly around her
neck. She holds you to her as you sob.
Neither of you notice the guys burst into the hall, just watching you. You hear someone clear their throat and remove your face from its spot in Gloria’s neck. You both look to see all three men staring at you. Gloria releases you, sending them a wave. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.
guys,” You say shyly. Bucky gets his signature flirty smile on
his face as he opens his mouth you stick your hand up stopping him.
even try Barnes, you’re not her type.” All of you chuckle
don’t’ know that Doll,“ he fires back. You roll your eyes.
you have boobs hidden somewhere and a vagina, I think I do Doll.”
The boys all blush as they realize what you mean. You snort and gaze
back at Gloria. Her hair is longer than before, almost past her
shoulders, she has on a blue flannel, and khakis with a beanie.
happy somethings never change.
her hand, interlacing her fingers with yours.
if you ever change your-”
really weren’t kidding about him, were you?” She asks you. You
just laugh. Sam steps forward.
nice to meet you. I hear you’re the female version of me? Gotta say,
I look good as a woman.” You both snort and Gloria pulls Sam
into a hug. A bright smile appears on your face at the sight of your
best friends hugging.
moves up next, she also pulls him into a hug.
you’re Steve? I can see why she had a crush on you bef-” You cut
her off with a hand over her mouth.
don’t need to talk about that Gloria, it’s been discussed” You
it hasn’t!” Sam yells. You shoot him a glare, but Gloria wiggles
away from your hand.
has a big goofy smile on his face, knowing what Gloria is going to
Y/n here has had a giant crush on Steve Rogers since we were about
8.” You feel your face turn red, and you reach your arm out and
smack the back of Gloria’s head.
Sam & Bucky are bent over laughing, Steve just lets out a chuckle.
you know this?” Sam questions Steve. He just nods, still
smiling. They continue to laugh at you expense, you grab Glorias hand
and pull her through your doorway.
sorry, I had to,” she says as she laughs. You wave her off,
already over it.
are you doing here Glo?” You ask as you both flop on your couch.
sounded like you needed me when you called last week. I knew you’d
let this Nick thing get to you, so I’m here to snap you out of it.
Steve isn’t Nick, Y/n. You’re going to lose him if you keep treating
him like he did something wrong when he hasn’t. Nick knew exactly how
to manipulate you so you’d self destruct, you’re letting him win.”
right, poor Steve. I’m such a bitch.
continue talking, catching each other up on everything that didn’t
make it into the phone calls. You sit on the couch for hours until
there’s a knock on your door. It opens before you get there,
and all three of your boys are standing there. Sam’s holding 3
bottles of tequila and margarita mix in his arms while he wiggles his
eyebrows at you. Bucky has a bag of what smells like tacos, and Steve
has a cake from the bakery you love in his.
up for a little fun?” Sam says as he walks in. They all drop
their stuff on the kitchen table, you and Gloria dart to the kitchen
behind them. I
will never turn down tequila, tacos or cake. They really do know me.
of the night is spent with all of you laughing, playing UNO and
revisiting old memories. Gloria unravels all your dirty, embarrassing
secrets to the boys. Making you want to strangle her, you stand up
about to tackle her to the floor as she starts another story. Steve
stops you, pulling you into his lap. He sends you a loving smile and
you return it. Things feel normal for you guys again, thankfully. The
night ends with everyone on your couch, except instead of cuddling up
to Steve during the movie, you’re wrapped in Gloria’s arm.
eyes with Steve, you move away from Gloria, leaning to Steve and
planting a kiss on his lips.
I will talk to Steve. Everything will be normal again. Nick’s
wrong. Steve isn’t just another guy. You
lay back into Gloria’s embrace.
home has a feeling, this might just be it.
wake up to the sound of knocking on your door. After realizing that
everyone who is usually at your door is sleeping on your couch, you
peel yourself out of Gloria’s arms, slowly going to your door. You
wipe the sleep out of your eyes as you answer and are met with the
horrible image of Nick leaning in your doorway .
you that dense? Get the hell out of here.” You can’t control the
volume of your voice and manage to wake everyone up with it.
you know it, Gloria is right behind you. “Oh you’ve got to
fucking kidding me.” She crosses her arms as she glares at him.
The guys are behind you, but you wave them back. Sending them a
silent ‘I got this’.
hello buttercup, it’s nice to see you too Gloria.”
one smug son of a bitch, you know that? Now take you small dick and
ugly face and get the hell out of here.” Gloria’s anger could
rival the Hulk’s and maybe win.
laughs. “Well, you’re still a fucking bitch. I see they got sick
of you back home. Seems like no one likes a crazy, dumb cun-.”
Something in you snaps and you lunge forward, connecting your fist
with Nick’s nose. A sickening crack echoes through the hall. He
stumbles back into the wall, holding his nose with blood pouring out
of it. It’s
one thing to fuck with me, but no one says one bad thing about Gloria
in front of me.
You can see the blood trickling down his face. The guys are in front of you in a heartbeat, but you aren’t having it.
not ever bring her into this. Or I swear, you’ll be leaving with more
than a broken nose. Stay the hell away from me or the next time you
see my name it’ll be on my restraining order against you, you piece
walk back into your apartment before Nick can say or do anything. You
turn back around to all of your friends astonished faces.
laugh awkwardly. "So, anyone for morning margaritas?"
You sighed and tried to proceed with your day as usual. Trying to steer clear from any doubts you might have about that night. You dressed simply, making sure to wear your red scarf just because Jimin’s mom might attend. The season was a bit awry, like it couldn’t decide whether to stay in winter or jump over the fence into spring, but you thought a little cold wouldn’t bother you. So you placed your bet on the budding trees that lined the long way towards the university.
You took this time to silence all thoughts and just focus on the surroundings, but a resonating sound broke through and you were sure it was your heart beating in anticipation as the sudden thought of seeing the person it was beating for intruded your head. You closed your eyes and halted, with a hand over your erratic heart, you tried to calm down. You’ve waited this long. What’s one more night?
The venue was already packed with people when you arrived and luckily, Jimin had reserved a seat for you. As expected, you spotted his mom seating beside the empty seat that was for his dad. Jimin’s dad rarely attended because of his work, so you always took his seat. She saw you just in time and waved at you.
“Y/N-ah!” she smiled gleefully, her eyes twinkling even more when she saw that you were wearing the scarf she made. Her smile somehow always reaffirmed that she was Jimin’s mom. “I guess it’s the two of us again.” She remarked when you sat down. “I haven’t seen Yoongi, he’s not with you?”
You shook your head, quite surprised that Jimin hasn’t told his mom what happened. “No, he’s the assistant musical director for this production, so he’s probably in the tech booth over there.” You pointed towards the general direction of where the said booth would be. “How was your travel here?”
“Oh, you don’t have to ask me all the time. Commuting to Seoul is almost second nature to me. Besides, I was here since yesterday and met some old friends.” She suddenly realized something and turned to you with wide eyes. “Oh, I should’ve taken you with me! Ah, Jimin wouldn’t let me go shopping with you in the past.”
You giggled suddenly recalling stories about Jimin’s mom wanting a daughter, but got Jimin instead. “You can call me anytime! We don’t need his permission anyway.”
Jimin’s mom smiled again, but you saw how her eyes turned somber as she turned towards the stage. The lights have been dimmed and a round of applause and hollers echoed in the auditorium. You felt her hand on your wrist and you turned to look at her, but she remained straight-faced as she stared at the empty stage. “I’m going to count on that. I’ll need your company when Jimin’s gone.”
You froze, waiting for second to verify if you heard it right. “What do you mean?”
With eyes as wide as yours, it was her turn to look at you. “He didn’t tell you? He received an offer to join a dance company in New York.”
Chills travelled through your whole body, but you tried to remain calm and collected. “H-He hasn’t told me yet.” You murmured as you tried to be comfortable in your seat again. “When is he leaving?”
“Well, he hasn’t accepted it yet, but if he does… He’ll be leaving right after he graduates. Roughly around 10 months to a year?” The older woman also seem to be in the same state of jumbled emotions as you were because on one hand, her son is fulfilling his dream, but on the other, he’ll be on the other side of the world.
“That’s not a lot of time left.” You commented, shifting in your seat for the third time in the past minute. “How long will he be staying there?”
“We also don’t know, but he says that he will have to train for at least a year before he could get any vacations.” Jimin’s mom sighed and sent you a forced smile. “But what can we do, right?”
“Right. What can we do?” you echoed softly.
Namjoon’s booming voice snapped you out of your reverie as he opened the program. A beautiful lady stood beside him as his co-host and you recognized her as an alumnae who was also part of the dance club. You looked at him and smiled, somehow feeling at ease that he was standing as tall and proud as ever, especially now that he’s running for student council president.
The first performers stood on stage and you took this chance to steal a little bathroom break. You kept your head low, so as not to disturb the other audience. Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of eyes followed.
You washed your hands and fixed your hair, sighing deeply whenever you recalled the bomb that Jimin’s mom had dropped on you. Your eyes were trained on the floor, deep in thought, when you exited the restroom that you bumped into someone and staggered backwards.
The other person caught your arm and immediately helped you stand upright. “You never change, do you?”
“Joonie…” you meet his eyes for the first time in many weeks. “I mean… Namjoon-ssi, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be hosting?”
“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” His request back then was so clear that you can hear it even when he was standing in front of you with his lips sealed.
“It’s fine, I won’t need to say anything for at least another 15 minutes.” He was casually leaning on the wall opposite from where you stood. With your hands behind you, you could only stare at him and how he seem to have gotten even more handsome, with his sleeked back hair and signature glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “How have you been? I heard about what happened with Yoongi.”
“You did? Wow, news really does fly around.” You commented and realized just how nonchalant your remark was. You snuck a glance at him only to find that he was giggling.
“You’re still funny.”
“You’re still…” Charming as ever? “…you.”
“’Course I am.” He smirked and added. “I mean, I need to be, right? I’m running for president.”
You crossed your arms, leaning your weight on one foot. “You finally did it, huh? What convinced you?”
“You?” he covered his face in embarrassment. “I needed a distraction, a strong one, so that I could move on from you.”
You opened your mouth to object, but decided that he had every right to say whatever he wanted after what you did to him. “That worked out well, then.”
“Yeah, it did.” He glanced at his watch. “It was nice talking to you again, Y/N. Will you vote for me?” He asked playfully as he started walking back.
You followed, a few steps behind him. “I thought you didn’t want us to be friends?”
He suddenly stopped and you were quick enough this time not to bump into him. “I never said that. I just didn’t want you to ask me to be your friend.”
In your head, you wanted to argue that it was the exact same thing, but when he continued, all of your lingering thought dissipated.
“But I can ask you. Let’s be friends, Y/N. I realized that I value you a lot as a friend too and throwing that away would be such a waste. Who knows, your vote might make all the difference.” When you gave him a look that asked if he was being friendly because of the elections, he snickered again. “I’m kidding about the voting part but seriously, let’s be friends again.”
He extended a hand and you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his to shake it. “Okay.”
“But let’s take it slow, okay?” he winked and turned to walk back into the venue. He raised a hand to wave at you without looking back. “I’ll see you in the office again on Monday.”
You expected a heavy feeling in your heart, one that sometimes called itself guilt, but relief washed over you like an unexpected summer shower. Namjoon was willing to put everything behind and become your friend again. How can you feel anything else but joy?
You returned to your seat and watched the rest of the show, including Jimin’s piece during which his mom cried. After the show, Jimin’s mom had dragged you to meet her son, but when she went ahead of you and hugged Jimin, you realized that they haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to give them some privacy.
You wandered off and unintentionally found Yoongi talking to individuals who wore somewhat similar clothing to his. You perched yourself on a nearby chair and watched as the men gave Yoongi sleek business cards. In an effort to repair your strange relationship, as you’ve promised yourself that you would, you approached him and tried to peek at the cards. “Who were those people?”
“None of your business, nosey pants.” He flattened his palm on your face and pushed you away, something he had always done before the whole ruckus.
“Come on, just let me have a peek.” He sighed and gave you the cards. “Big Hit Entertainment?!” you exclaimed and caught the attention of several people. “Are they asking you to be an idol?”
“Of course not, they’re bringing me in as a PD.” He replied, stuffing the cards in his pocket.
You gasped dramatically and Yoongi rolled his eyes at you. “WHAT? They really said that? Isn’t it your dream to be a music PD?”
He shrugs. “If I’m making music, then I guess so.”
You smiled at him and he couldn’t help but return it because you genuinely looked so happy for him. You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “If you’re happy then I’m happy, Yoongi.”
Hearing you reassure him and call his name made his heart hurt a little, but he knew that you meant it well, so he couldn’t help but say the same thing as he patted your back, “If you’re happy then I’m happy too. I found another key to my happiness. I hope you find yours soon.”
“I will.” You promised. “Want to walk home together?”
“There’s an after party and I’m forced to come because apparently, graduates cannot be exempted. Won’t you be coming?”
You traced your eyes over where you last saw Jimin and his mom only to find him smothered with people, mostly girls. You returned to meet Yoongi’s gaze and said, “I think I’ll pass this time. I’m trying to avoid any more drunken incidents.”
He snorted. “Took you long enough.”
“Hey!” you protested and he was about to say something again, probably to tease you like he always used to do, but a professor called him and with a short apology and a promise to text you later, he was also gone.
You look around and saw a lot of familiar faces, but for some reason, one that you refused to acknowledge at the moment, your energy has been drained.
You decided to call it a night and tried to exit the auditorium, almost squeezing past people just to get through. When you finally made it outside, the night had gotten colder and you wrinkled your nose in disapproval of your own decision to take a thin coat.
‘I just hope it won’t rain or snow.’ You thought as you stood outside, contemplating whether you should walk back or just take a cab.
A familiar voice called your name and you turned to see Jimin, still clad in his stage clothes with only a long coat on. “Y/N! Wait!” he jogged towards you, a puff of smoke coming out of his nose and mouth after every exhale. “Where are you going?”
“I’m a bit tired, so I’m going back to the dorm after a light meal. What are you doing here?” You replied honestly, mildly concerned by the fact that his ears were bright red. “You should head back inside and change. It’s freezing out here!”
“Mom says you were here, so I looked for you. Aren’t you going to the after party?” The way he said had just the right hint of betrayal and you almost said yes.
“No, sorry. I think you’re forgetting that I’m not part of the dance club.” You raised your hands to pull the coat more snugly around him and wrap your scarf around his neck. “Here’s your scarf. Congratulations! I guess you did okay?” you teased and pinched one of his cheeks lightly. “You should get back inside. I’ll see you tomorrow? Your mother is inviting me back to your house for lunch.”
“You mean dinner, right? I won’t be awake by lunchtime for sure.” He smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes.
“Fine. Dinner.” He smiled at you answer and waved his hand at you as he jogged back to the auditorium again. “Have fun! I’ll treat you next time!”
You pulled your coat closer to yourself and began walking back to your dorm, taking the short route this time just because you were almost freezing. You changed your plan to eat in the deokbokki tent and got yourself a ramyun in a convenience store instead.
But even when you were slurping the noodles, all you could think about was him. You hated to be one of those girls whose minds were always occupied with some boy but his smiling face left pang in your heart. When you finally arrived, you were exhausted, blaming it on the fact that you had walked instead of blaming it on talking to him. You were ready to climb into bed when your phone rang.
The name that flashed on screen made your heart jump, but it also terrified you. Minutes ago, you were just thinking about his smile and now, he was calling you as if he was answering your thoughts. There are limitless scenarios that could happen, but you weren’t prepared for any of it.
And yet you answered. How can you not when he was the one calling?
“Hello?” you sat on your bed carefully, figuring that you probably needed to sit down for this one.
With raspier voice than usual, he answered in a drunken tone that you have used a thousand times over. “Y/N… where are you?”
“Dorm. Where are you?” you asked, the worry immediately rising to the surface of all the emotions you were feeling. His surroundings was strangely quiet, prompting your next question, “Aren’t you at the party?”
“It’s a secret.” He chuckled and you wanted to pull your hair out in frustration. You made a move to grab your coat, but he added, “If you just listen to me, I’ll tell you where I am.”
“Fine. I’ll play your game. This is new to me anyway, you drunk calling me at 1:56 AM and not the other way around.” You chuckled, realizing that your voice was also a bit throaty. “What’s up? Can’t have fun without me?”
“I can’t have fun anywhere without you, Y/N.” His voice was so quiet and sincere that you almost felt his voice like an air whisper against your ear. “Are you avoiding me?”
You were caught off-guard by his bold choice of words. “N-No, of course not. I was… I was just tired.”
“Are you sure?” he slurred. “And this has nothing… Absolutely nothing to do with what happened 6 months ago?”
You felt like you were having a cardiac arrest at his question. “Wh-What do you mean?”
“This is so painful, Y/N. How is it possible that I’m the only one who remembers?” you heard him grit through his teeth.
“Remember what, Jimin?” your prompted.
“That night… Everything you did that night… All the words you told me that night six months ago.”
6 Months Ago, the day after your break-up with Namjoon…
“Ya, ya, stop, stop.” Hoseok took the glass from your hand and immediately snatched the last soju bottle lying in front of you. “If you drink more, Jimin is never going to stop scolding me.”
“Give that back!” you burst out and tried to reach for the bottle, failing miserably and only splattering yourself all over Hoseok’s lap. His girlfriend sighed and took the seat beside you.
“Y/N, what’s wrong? This is more than just breaking up with Namjoon, right?” she asked with her kindest voice. Hoseok’s girlfriend almost always took your side, even more when you were drunk.
“It is and it’s not.” You cried, leaning on the older girl’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m back where I started.”
“With Yoongi?” Hoseok supplied, but your next answer surprised them all.
“No… with Jimin.”
“What?” They both exclaimed, looking at each other with wide eyes.
“What do you mean?” Hoseok’s girlfriend spoke first, trying to meet your eyes, but you forced them shut.
“Before any of these happened, before I met all of you… I was in love with Jimin first. Being with Namjoon and breaking up with him just brought back so much. I used Namjoon as a rebound exactly the way I thought that chasing after Yoongi would make me forget about any remaining feelings I had for Jimin.” Tears started to fall from your eyes and the two were flustered by your sudden outburst, not knowing that you’ve had these pent up feelings all these time. “But it didn’t. It only made me remember so much more; the fear of crossing the line and never being able to turn it back.”
“Then…” Hoseok said, not knowing what words he wanted to say until he said it. “…go for it. What are you waiting for?”
“Hoseok…” his girlfriend said, not knowing how he can be so insensitive. “It’s not that easy.”
Just then, an idea entered your head. One that was planted by Namjoon’s words. “He’s right…” you whispered. “I always have a choice.”
You pulled out your phone and stumbled out of the restaurant. Hoseok made a move to help you, but his girlfriend stopped him. “Let her go, let them figure it out by themselves.”
You stumbled into the nearest bus station and pulled out your phone, your hazy vision scrolling past Jimin’s name twice before finally pressing it. The ring was short, as it always was, and he always seem to answer with breathless urgency.
“Y/N?” you knew that he just woke up from the sound of his voice. “What’s up? It’s like 2 am.”
“Jimin…” you whined and the rare moments that you actually called for his name had him sitting up and grabbing his coat. Curfews be damned.
“Where are you?” he asked as he ran outside of the dorm. “Are you drunk? Again?”
“Very. I’m… I’m somewhere. A bus station, around the university.” You mused, sounding more confusing than you intended.
“There’s like three bus stations around the university.” Jimin huffed as he began biking to the nearest one.
“Then, tell me something while you’re at it.” You slumped against the posts holding the stop. “What am I to you?”
The question was one that Jimin had asked himself countless of times over the years. To hear you actually asking him then and expecting a legitimate answer, his voice got caught in his throat. “You’re… You’re my bestfriend, Y/N. I’ve been there for every birthday party, every break up, every new year’s eve. I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
You nodded, even though he cannot see you. “I feel the same way, really.” You choked back the tears and Jimin would be lying if he said that he hadn’t heard it. He arrived at the first station in no time, but you weren’t there. “At least, I felt the same way. You and Yoongi… . I love you both, really. I thought I would be content with chasing after him, but then I got greedy even when I know I was just lying to myself…
“Because in reality, Jimin… I fell in love with you first.”
“What?” Jimin had to hit the breaks just because his heart cannot keep up.
“I know it’s not the right time and it’s really cowardly to do it over the phone and this is probably just the alcohol speaking but I just needed to let this all out, so that I can confidently cheer you on when you walk back to your girlfriend, so please let me say this.” You inhaled a huge breath, watching cars pass by every so often. “I love you, Jimin. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you, but somehow, we always missed each other. You always had a girlfriend and I always had a boyfriend. You were always in love someone else and I was too. It’s as if the universe conspired to keep us bestfriends and I never tried to fight it.”
Jimin didn’t answer, but only pedaled harder until he finally caught sight of you slouched in a dimly lit bus stop. “Jimin?” your heart began sinking after hearing the silence that followed your confession.
You looked up just in time to see Jimin gasping for breath as he jumped off his bike and it crashed loudly on the floor. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were already in his arms. “Even if you’ve never faced my direction once,” he held you tight, tighter than he ever has before. “…even if I’m always cheering you on from behind, even if you end up choosing someone else entirely, I always chose to be in love with you. This love hopes for the person I love to be happy even if she’s not with me. Love shouldn’t be selfish, it should be selfless, you believe that, right?”
Was it a click? As if a gun had been clocked in place, as if a puzzle piece had finally found the crevice where it belongs… You felt exactly that as you inhaled Jimin’s familiar scent. “We’re so stupid.” You murmured against his chest. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I… I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. You always had a lot going on.” You felt him smile against the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what to say. My mind just can’t digest any of these right now. I’m sorry?”
You shook your head. “No, I understand. It really was selfish of me to dump all of these on you out of nowhere. You’ve given me more of you than I can ever return, you can be selfish with me all your life.”
A very, very long pause followed and it involved the two of you just keeping each other warm and collecting your thoughts. Finally, you spoke again and Jimin didn’t know why but it made him nervous. “Jimin? I think I knew that you loved me.”
“You did?” he finally pulled away and saw how flushed your cheeks were, from the alcohol, from the sudden revelations.
“Yeah and I took you for granted.” Your hands slid down to place both of your hands in his. Your eyes dropped where your hands were intertwined. “Mostly because I was afraid? I thought I’d lose you if I even tried to entertain the way my heart beat faster at just the thought of you, how my day becomes infinitely better if you tell me about how you failed an exam or saw a dog and how it breaks me when you look at someone else the way you look at me.” You chuckled, suddenly remembering how jealous you were whenever he introduced a new girl to you. “I just never chose to be with you and I’m sorry. I kept all of these feelings locked in because I couldn’t take that risk.”
“You’re a horrible person.” He squeezed your hands and you raised your eyes to check if he was joking only to meet his ever-charming eye smile.
“I know, someone help me.”
“So, what now?” he tucked a stray hair behind you ear and placed his cold hand on your neck.
You shivered, your lips gravitating towards his. “You’re the sober one here, what now?”
His warm and plump lips, the ones you have memorized unknowingly all these years finally pressed against yours for a short, sweet kiss. The kiss was your way of testing the waters before diving in and though the dawn was cold, his breath was warm against your face and it just felt right. Your heart had ceased racing and when you pulled him closer to kiss him again, you were only living in the moment.
He kissed you again, deeper this time with parted lips and scrunched eyebrows. His hands angling your jaw as you stood on your toes to reach him. Your fists had crumpled the front of his shirt, releasing them only when he pulled away. “You’re going to forget in the morning anyway.” His voice held a hint of dismay when tasted the alcohol in your mouth.
You didn’t argue and nodded. “You’re right and it’s such a fucking shame because for the first time in so many years, I feel like I’m finally making the choice that I should’ve made a long time ago and possibly, spared myself all these heartbreak.” Your smile was bittersweet, but it didn’t stop you. “Can I kiss you again? Since I’m gonna forget anyway?”
In the midst of his story, you found the presence of mind to dress up and grab your coat to look for him. The way he looked for you that night. “I know.”
“I know. I remember. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re actually a really great kisser that I didn’t forget.” You sighed when you descended your dorm and whipped the dorm door open.
To your surprise, Jimin was there slumped on the steps, looking up at you. “Jimin?”
“Why…” The hand holding his phone dropped to his sides. “…why didn’t you tell me?”
You smile and sit down beside him, on his eye-level. “For the same reason that we never took a chance on each other all these years, I was afraid because I want to be with you for a very, very long time, Jimin.” You gathered your knees and rested your cheek on them to look at him. “Also, I didn’t think that it was fair for you and well, for me too, to jump into a relationship when we were both broken.” You choked back the tears and continued looking at him intently. “I felt like I’ve waited my whole life for us to finally look at each other and I wasn’t going to waste my shot because of bad timing. Besides, I knew that you remembered and I gave you a chance to tell me, but you didn’t.” he opened his mouth to object but you raised a finger to stop him. “Let me finish.”
You scooted closer, so close that you could see every emotion that crossed his eyes. “I heard from your mom that you’re going to New York and I thought I missed you again, but then,” you shrugged. “…if I learned anything from all of our mishaps and drama… It’s that I shouldn’t just give you a chance and wait for you to come. I shouldn’t let you leave when I can hold onto you. I have my own voice, my own decisions and I have my own heart.”
Placing a hand on his cheek, you smiled again, trying to calm down his frantic, tear struck eyes. “Let me say this, Park Jimin. I love you. I liked you for a long time until we met Yoongi, but I never wanted to be anything more. Eventually I got tired and looked for what I couldn’t have with you in Yoongi, as if he can save me from my feelings for you. But I’ve changed… Now, I’m not afraid to fall in love with you all over again.”
“You’re the worst, Y/N.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
“I know, but we’ve seen the best and worst of each other anyway, so even if you decide that we’re not meant to be together. I’ll fight it. You were always the one rescuing me and even when I didn’t need saving, you rescued me anyway, so if you can’t go to me… I’ll be the one going to you.”
“That… That was a great speech.” He finally exhaled and if your heart could sigh, it probably would.
“I know, we should’ve written it down.” Jimin wrapped an arm gingerly around you an place a hand on your knee. “So what now?”
“We’ve wasted this much time already. If you just kissed me, I would’ve understood and asked you to explain another day.” He smirked and you smack him.
Jimin approaches you, but you keep him within arm’s length. “Jin-oppa once said that the person you end up drunk calling is someone that you will trust your life with.”
“I’ve already trusted my life, my heart and my soul to you, Y/N.” he remarked and you rolled your eyes, smacking him hard again before grabbing his collar and pulling him for a kiss.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Y/N, I’m… I’m leaving.”
“Your mom told me.”
He sighed, palming his face. “Why am I not surprised?”
You giggled. “It’s okay.”
“You’re not mad?”
“How can I be? It’s your dream, Jimin.”
“But what about us?”
“Us? I don’t know, what are we?”
“You just recited a whole speech professing your love for me.”
“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”
You laughed again. “I’m kidding, Jimin. We’ll make it work. We’ve waited for almost 10 years already, I can wait for another 10 if it means you’ll come home to me.”
“Who says you can’t visit?”
And the way may have long-winded, but you both have finally arrived at the same station. A lot was broken, but a lot was gained too. It was painful and if it were up to you, you would wish you won’t have to go through such a ride again, but did you regret it? No.
Because you chose this path and now you have to walk on it, hopefully with the right person this time.
The End. 끝.
Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?
a/n: It’s Jimin. In the summary I wrote, “It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi.” Who is Y/N’s best friend? Park Jimin. It’s always been Jimin, she loved Jimin first before Yoongi. BOOM. Besides, if you check the tags, I’ve been tagging him since chapter 1. LOL. PS there’s an epilogue left!
(I am not the creator of this lovely gif) Pairing: Leonard McCoy (Bones) x Reader Word Count: 1,318 WARNINGS: THIS FIC CONTAINS THE DESCRIPTION OF A PANIC ATTACK. Other than that, just some swearing. A/N: This fic practically wrote itself. Pretty fluffy like most of my stuff. I hope you guys enjoy!
This is part nine of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)
Seokmin has been pretty busy lately, but he never fails to text and snapchat and otherwise communicate with you no matter his schedule. Nothing cheers you up more than the little notifications accompanied by his name, which in your phone is set as “Sunshine”. But still, you miss him. You miss him even more because you can tell he’s getting very stressed lately and you feel helpless to make it better.
He doesn’t say anything to worry you, of course, but it’s noticeable in the little things: the small sad comments he makes, the slight edge to his smile on video calls, and how he barely uses capital letters in texts anymore despite usually using a lot.