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TWIN ANDREWS | juggie x reader

A/N: im hoping to turn this into a short series and i hope yous enjoy it!! please hit the follow button to be updated with my blog posts! this is my first time as a solo blogger so i hope you enjoy my writing!! im also looking for a co-owner that loves to write/edit!! enjoy my lil nugs - R🌹

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“arch im kinda nervous”

i admit as we near the familiar diner

“you’ll be fine, it’s just Betty we’ve known her since we were in diapers don’t stress sis”

i huff my stomach turning as the neon sign comes into view

“i don’t know about this I haven’t been home for a really long time i think id rather just go home and rest”.

we pull into the parking lot and i turn to beg to my brother but he pulls the keys out of the ignition

“come (y/n) they are excited to see you, it’s been years at least come in for something to eat then I promise ill drive you home whenever you want”

i sit back and think it over before my brother starts again “dad wants me to help you ease back into it- it’s your first day back at school and wouldn’t you rather have people to talk with tomorrow so it’s not so-” he pauses

“terrifying” i finish

“i was going to say daunting but yeah terrifying works too” i huff
“fine but you owe me Archie big time” a smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his truck. “what have i gotten myself into” i think aloud copying my brothers actions and following him toward the entrance.

“oh and heads up I kinda didn’t tell them you were in town-”

i spin on my heels but he grabs my shoulders “it was supposed to be a surprise” he whines i run my hand over my face “fine- you’re so annoying you know that right”.

he sighs throwing his arm over me and walking me toward our normal booth we’re a spot Betty, Kevin & an unfamiliar raven headed girl.

“arch who’s the other girl-”

“(y/n)” i hear Betty call looking shell shocked

“i-i- I can’t believe your here I-” she chokes on her words.
things didn’t exactly end well between Betty & our friends when I left, after my parents divorce i went into a downward spiral and i was forced to leave with my mother no note no explanation to any of my friends as to where i was going or why and let’s just say i was terrified that they hated me.

“betts” i smile tears welling up

she looked so much older from when I last saw her the more I looked the more she looked different yet entirely the same. she stand from the booth her blonde hair swishing in her ponytail as she rushes over to wrap her arms around me pulling me into her warm embrace

“i thought you were never coming back” she whispers as she held me “me either” i whisper back crying slightly.

i pull away and wipe my eyes glancing to Kevin who’s jaw was lying on the ground “you going to close your mouth and come give me a hug or?”

he glances to me shocked with no movement as if he’s too scared to move in case I run “Kev!” i joke

I spread my arms as he climbs over the raven haired stranger and leap into my arms causing me to stumble back slightly.

“wow” he breathes pulling me at arms length examining me

“girl you got hot” he blurts

I laugh tearing up at the sight of my best friends “you finally grew your hair out im obsessed you look so so so good Chicago treated you well”

i run my fingers through my long red hair “thanks kev, it did it really did” “oh and you look so much thinner!”

I freeze at the comment catching my brothers gaze.

he senses my reaction and laughs stiffly

” I mean you look great, seriously” i breathe a sigh of relief laughing to cover my awkwardness.

“thank you i decided to loose a few pounds and well it worked!”

they smile at me “well have a seat we’ll order and we can catch up!” Archie offers and i nod slipping into the booth opposite Betty Kevin and the other girl.

“you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?”

i ask glancing at Betty

“oh of course this is Veronica Lodge-”

“Ronnie works” she smiles at me

“im (y/n) Andrews im-” “Archie’s twin?”

i nod “obvious?” i mentally face palm “yeah the red hairs a bit of a giveaway” i nod my brother sliding into the seat next to me.

“so you’ve met my sister ronnie” she nods sipping her milkshake “I sure have, will you be going to school this semester”

i nod “i sure am, now both the crazy red headed twins will be attending Riverdale hey arch” i nudge my brother.

it falls silent at my comment and i shift uncomfortably

“oh my god- what did I say?” i glance around Veronica looking equally confused.

“what other twins” she askes confused

“the blossoms..” i finish

“(y/n) I thought I told you about Jason in the car” i furrow my eyebrows at him “I just came from the airport arch i was half asleep and jet lagged i don’t think I was really paying all too much attention to you” i laugh.

“god please don’t tell me their dead- i was going to ask Cheryl for my spot back on the vixens, I miss cheer the girls in Chicago were awful”

still silence

“Jesus will someone tell me what’s going on” my brother touches my shoulder gently

“Jason was killed a few months ago- it was the Fourth of July weekend-” i zone out my breathe catching in my throat.

this is why mum didn’t want me to return home, there’s a murder running around. everything makes sense now while it seemed so eerie when I first got back and how mum refused to let me contact anyone from back home including Archie the past month.

“wow” i exhale “i had no idea- but polly oh my god Betty your sister must be devastated” she nods inhaling sharply let i said something wrong.

I glance down to my food not feeling hungry at all “um arch can we go home im not feel so hot I think I need some rest before tomorrow”

he nods “of course” “ill see you guys tomorrow” i smile waving goodbye to my friends before following my brother out of Pops and into his truck

“you okay?” i nod my attention slipping away “yeah just a lot to process that’s all” he nods pulling out of the parking lot driving toward home.

and you couldn’t help but think something was off something was missing or maybe it wasn’t a something it was a someone

All of You - Part 2 (Dad, This is Daryl) | (Part 1) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.

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You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.

There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.

“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.

“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.

You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.

“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.

“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.

He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.

“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.

I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”

“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.

You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.

Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.

Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.

“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.

You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”

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Imagine making up with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 🙃 My heart is trying so hard not to give out with each part I write. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

It was 2:20AM and Chris found himself standing outside your door. Again. He was even more nervous than the day he came to confess his love for you because this time, he knew the girls living behind said door wouldn’t be as warm and welcoming as they were two months ago. It was late, so Chris assumed that you, and Ava, and Dodger were probably all asleep; he was wrong. Ava and Dodger were up, fighting their tired eyes and worrying about where you were; you, on the other hand, were out and attempting to digest everything that’d happened. Chris was also wrong about you not wanting to see him because as he stood at your door, you were standing at his. But you weren’t in Atlanta, you were in Los Angeles, too afraid to get on a plane because what if he turned you away? You’d fucked up, like- really fucked up. You couldn’t face him, you didn’t know what to say; you hadn’t had the time to think about your current situation and write a story about it to see how things were going to play out. You were out of your comfort zone, and way, way out of your league.

How did things become so complicated? When you were friends, you never fought. You talked and he listened, and vice versa. You didn’t lie to each other, you were honest about things even if he had to push you a little. Why did becoming a couple change that? How did it change that? Things always flowed so smoothly for your second person protagonist and Chris, and the two of you were so much like them- so why weren’t things working out? Then you realized it was because of you; you, unlike your second person protagonist, were flawed beyond imagination. You started this because you couldn’t depend on Chris like he’d asked you to, like Ava had told you to. That was the point of being in a relationship, wasn’t it? To have someone be there for you, and love you despite everything. He was your other half, he’d told you that; he’d even promised you a lifetime and meant it, so what were you doing sabotaging the relationship?

It was obvious sabotage. Maybe not at first, but it was starting to become clear to you that it was. You were still afraid that you weren’t good enough for him, which was why you didn’t want to tell him about your struggles or take money from him. You wanted to make your own way because you were terrified that if you didn’t, you’d become a burden- an anchor weighing a transcendent and magnificent boat down. Chris was right when he wrote you that letter, about how you would search for greatness and strive for perfection you didn’t believe you deserved. You needed to stop questioning everything good in your life and appreciate it instead, then maybe you’d actually get to keep that good in your life for longer than a few months. You needed to improve, to better yourself- not just for yourself, but for those who loved you- for Chris, especially if you wanted the lifetime he promised you.

Chris finally worked up the courage to knock on your door; he heard Dodger bark and felt his heart skip a beat. He was definitely relieved to see that Dodger was still living in your apartment, and not with the contact he gave you just in case you couldn’t take care of him anymore. He waited for the door to open, and it didn’t take very long which surprised him. Then he saw Ava and felt his eyes narrow at the concern in hers, “what’s wrong?” Dodger barreled towards Chris, head butting his leg and demanding for attention that Chris couldn’t give him. “What’s wrong, Ava?”

“Nothing,” Ava shook her head then continued before Chris could say anything, “just your girlfriend went out at like seven and it’s fucking two in the morning and she’s still not back.” Chris’ heart dropped and he quickly pulled Sebastian’s phone out of his pocket so he could call you. “Don’t bother,” she told him. “I’ve tried her a dozen times, she turned it off.”

“Did she say where she went?”

“If she did, would I be this worried?” Ava bit. “All she said was ‘I’m going out, Ava. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just…in a few days.’ And she mumbled the last bit thinking I wouldn’t hear her, but I did and I’m losing my mind. I called her parents, I called her brother- she’s not with them.”

“What the fuck?” Chris frowned. “I don’t- Why didn’t you try and stop her from leaving?” Ava scoffed at him and he sighed, “I’m sorry. I know this is- This is my fault, I had a bad day and I wanted to talk to her. I didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly, I just- it was all a huge misunderstanding. We both said things we didn’t mean and- I’m sorry, Ava.” She sighed and gave him a small smile because she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was yours too. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt her and I did and-” He cut himself off with a huff. “I’m going to make it up to her, I promise. But in order to do that, I need to find her first. Could you tell where she was going from what she was wearing, or what she took with her?”

Ava didn’t know if telling Chris what you looked like was the best idea. At first glance, she thought you were going on a date or to a bar to pick up a guy to take your mind of your breakup. But of course she knew you weren’t the kind of girl who did that kind of thing, so that thought dispersed almost immediately. Now Chris knew you too, but he was already frazzled enough; she didn’t need to add to his mess of thoughts, so she lied. “I didn’t see what she was wearing, I was too focused on the whole- y'know, almost breakup.”

“Right, um-” Chris licked his dry lips as he thought about places you liked going; majority of them would’ve been closed at this time of night, so he had no clue. “Oh God, why does she like doing this kind of thing?”

“Look, Chris-” Ava began then sighed. “I know we’re worried about her, and me staying up and pacing the living room doesn’t help your angst but- I don’t think we should go and look for her.” Chris narrowed his eyes at her. “Hear me out,” she said before he could speak. “She’s more than capable of looking after herself. LA is her hometown, she grew up here. She wouldn’t go wandering if she didn’t think she’d be fine, you know what she’s like. I think we give her some time and when she’s ready, she’ll come home and I’ll text you.”

“I can’t stay too long, Ava,” he reminded her. “I love her and I’d do anything for her, but- my career is on the line by being here.” Ava nodded, understandingly. “I want to work things out, but I also need to go back to work. Seb can only help me stall for so long, I can’t spend days in LA hoping she’ll come back from wherever she’d decided to go.”

“I know,” Ava nodded. “Just give her a day, if she doesn’t return by tomorrow afternoon then- you can head back to Atlanta and I’ll be sure to make sure she calls you to sort things out.” Chris sighed, but agreed with a nod. “Go home and get some sleep, I promise you things will be okay.” Chris turned to leave when Ava asked, “do you want to take Dodger with you?”

“He should stay here,” Chris patted Dodger’s head. “Just in case I have to head back before I speak to her in person. I have a feeling she’d be more forgiving if his furry face was in front of her,” he managed one of his half smiles, “she’s a bigger fan of him than she is of me, sometimes.” Ava chuckled softly at his weak attempt at a joke. “Text me as soon as she gets home, okay?” After seeing a nod from Ava, he left and took a cab back to his Los Angeles home.

The ride back to his place felt dreadfully long and he wished he had his phone instead of Sebastian’s so he could browse all the photos he’d taken of you, as well as the photos you’d taken together. He missed you so much that he hated you a little for running out instead of staying home; he’d planned to grab you and kiss you to show you how sorry he was. But that plan had been foiled because as he’d learned, not everything went according to planned.

As the cab drove up his driveway, he spotted a female figure in the dim light standing by his front door. He practically stopped breathing as the cab slowed to a stop and he pulled out some cash to pay his fee. He tumbled out of the vehicle, tripping over his over feet when he realized it was you. You were in a trench coat; your red dress peeking under your coat; your black heels lengthening and complimenting your already long legs. Your hair was done and your face was made; you looked absolutely beautiful which made him curse himself for letting things escalate to this point. He could’ve lost you for good, things could’ve been over between you. But it wasn’t; you were still here, pacing his drive way because you were sick of pacing the airport. Boy, did he need you; he needed you in his arms and in his life, now, tomorrow, and until the end of time.

“Y/N,” he called out to you and you turned.

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Part 5B

Happy request,

I have to request in 2 asks lol Happy imagine where your a bigger girl not so confident but you had been seeing happy in secret chibs is the only one  who knows you arent sure he wants people to know chibs encourages you to surprise him at the club, you show up surprise him he plays it off like your just a friend blows you off. Chibs lectures him and he begs your forgiveness you end up together

Beautiful

I was looking at my reflection on the mirror, Happy was taking a shower on the room next to me. I touched with the tips of my fingers my tummy and my thighs, paying attention to every detail, every insecurity. I felt disgust turning my stomach but I could see the love marks Happy left through my skin starting to turn purple and I asked myself why, why would he chose me not once or twice but several nights a week for how long? Six months. Things were taking a serious turn in my heart, it was not a last night stand since about two months ago when he started staying the night, then taking a shower in the morning and now even a cup of coffee while both of us talked about our days, our favorite movies and expectations.

I heard the water close and I ran to get a shirt to cover my body with, when the door was opening I was already sliding on some sweats, god forbid he seeing my legs in the light of the day, he came out only wearing a towel covering his lower region and I blushed a little at the view.

“Mornin’” he said in a hushed voice and I looked at him with a smile “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, Hap” I said before getting up, I opened one of the drawers and took a clean shirt for him. He raised his eyebrows at me “You let me borrow your shirts sometimes, I wash them and keep them in the drawer” I said and he smiled at me before embracing me for a short second “I’ll make some coffee, alright?”

I met Happy through Chibs, we became good friends a while ago one time when my old car broke down and from that moment we became pretty close, he was my confident and helped me work on my self-esteem and self-worth even when times were looking blue more than anything, he took me to one of the club’s parties one night and that was the moment all began. Sitting on a sofa next to two crow eaters sat the man I would fell in love with no more than three months later, he had that bad to the bone aura that attracted me since the minute we looked at each other in the eye. Chibs introduced me to Happy on the couch that night and Jax and Tig who were standing next to the bar, immediately the dark haired one started flirting and making me laugh the whole night but it only developed into a silly friendship unlike the look in Happy’s face through the whole time. Not even a week later I was in bed next to Happy.

“Hey Lass” said the Scottish man on the other line of the phone “Happy invited you to the party tonight?” he said and I just sighed

“He didn’t. This whole thing is a secret.” I said on the phone, 10 minutes ago Happy had left in his roaring motorcycle he parked on the back of my place “I don’t know if I can keep playing this game anymore”

“Lass…you should come”

“Why? He’s definitely embarrassed of the fatass he’s fucking with. If I was like one of the CaraCara girls I might would be able to come” I said while tears ran down my cheeks

“Lass, don’t think that way” he said sighing “You’re fucking beautiful, girl and you should never forget that. Go put on some nice clothes and come tonight, 7:30 make sure he knows what he’s missing out”

I put on my best jeans, a nice shirt and a leather jacket on top. My high heels clicked against the pavement in from of the TM, the music roaring in my ears, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air and lots lots of people and motorcycles. I approached the entrance unsure if it was a good decision but before I could leave back to my car, Filip was dragging me inside, putting a drink on my hand and putting his hand around my waist. I saw Happy seating on the same couch I met him the first time, Bobby next to him while some crow eater danced on the latest lap. Happy had a blonde chick hanging around him but he flipped her off at least two times since the first time I saw him, Chibs dragged me there Bobby putting a hand up as a hello and Happy immediately meeting my gaze.

“Look, who’s here brother” said Chibs pushing me forward, the blonde chick looking at me up and down but Happy didn’t say a thing. I just stood there quietly looking at Chibs and he put his arm around my shoulders while we drank, a few Nomads approached us no long after.

“Hey, I’m Marcus” said one and I introduced myself “So YN what brings you here?” he said and Chibs nudged Happy.

“A friend of the club” said the Tacoma Killer looking at Marcus making the last one nod. I felt my heart breaking at that moment but I just looked down putting the sour beer against my lips, I waited a considerable time before heading outside without it seeming obvious.

I heard someone come outside no long after “Chibs, I’m not in the mood” I said

“I’m not Chibs” Marcus was standing there next to me, he motioned us to sit on one of the picnic tables and I followed him.

Happy POV

“Man that was a total asshole move” said Chibs in a whisper next to me, I looked at him with a serious look and he just called me out to move. When we got outside there she was talking to Marcus, the beautiful smile in her face for him. “You’re missing out in someone so beautiful and kind brother” said Chibs but I couldn’t take my eyes of the sight in front of me, she looking at him, paying complete attention to what he said. “You’re gonna lose her” he said and in that moment something clicked on me with a few long steps I was next to them, Marcus looked up to me expecting a reason for my outburst, she had a clueless look in her face.

“Something you need brother?” said Marcus but I couldn’t keep my eyes off YN

“Your hands off my old lady” I said and Marcus looked at me with wide eyes before stepping up and leaving us alone.

“I’m not your old lady” she said with a cold tone and I felt a lump inside my throat. “You are embarrassed of me, how can I be your old lady?”

“No baby, I’m….I’m an idiot baby girl” I said trying to approach her but she took her hand away from me.

“I’m going home, Happy” she said, No No No I couldn’t loser her not this way, never.

“I love you” I said and I saw her breath heavily “I love you so much, I was scared. I didn’t want this club, the shit surrounding it to destroy what we have” I said taking her hand in between mine and kissing it softly “I adore you, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I want to make sure you never forget that” I said before putting her even closer to me and kissing her softly “I love you, I love you. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you were not enough, YN. You are even more than what a man like me deserves, love.” I said

“I love you too Happy” she said hugging me, I felt her tears wetting my shirt but I just held her closer to me.  

“Will you be my old lady?” I said and she nodded slowly

“No more hiding?” she said and I kissed her deeply

“No more hiding”

This request touched my heart because I’m a heavier girl myself and I have dealt with self-esteem problems since I was a little girl, I hope someday someone loves me for who I am and I know all of you beauties are going to find someone who loves you and adores every single inch of yourselves, never take any less from anyone because you deserve only the best.

HENRY X READER - PITY KISS    (PART 2)


(PART 1)


(Y/n) had her head resting on his shoulder, but she knew he wasn’t there. Not really. He had been distant all week, only talking when he absolutely had to, barely laughing at her jokes. It wasn’t like him, not at all.

               “Henry?” she whispered, gazing down at the book resting on her stomach. She had stopped reading half an hour ago, but he didn’t notice.

               The boy didn’t answer, staring blankly at a random place on the wall.

               “Henry?” she repeated, glancing up at him “Henry!”

               “Yes, (y/n)” he responded quietly, his lips in a thin line.

               She didn’t say anything else, eyebrows furrowing together. He didn’t make a move to try and start up the conversation once again, returning his gaze to the wall.

               (Y/n) sat in the silence until she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t understand what was going on. He was being so cold and distant. Was it something she’d said or done? Or was it nothing to do with her at all?

               “Fine” she whispered, getting up off the couch and grabbing her coat. She strutted toward the door, body trembling. She wouldn’t cry in front of him though. He hated to see her cry, and she didn’t want him to be in an even worse mood.

               “Where are you going?” he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her back. His eyes were no longer blank, but confused. It made her blood boil.

               “Oh so now you care” she huffed, pulling away from him “I’ve finally got your attention, have i?”

               “(Y/n)-“

               “No don’t (Y/n) me” she grumbled “Either tell me what’s wrong or I’m leaving”

               He angrily ran his tongue over his teeth, trying to stay calm. He didn’t like how she was snapping at him, but deep down he knew he was in the wrong.

               “It was my mum”

               “What?”

               “It was my mum who made her say that. It wasn’t Violet’s words. She likes me too”

               (Y/n) felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces, she almost fell to the ground in shock. Not because of Violet’s feelings for the boy. She had always known she had liked him, it was obvious.

               It was his choice of words that broke her.

               She likes me too.

               He still liked her.

               He lied.

               “You lied” she bit her lip, shaking her head “Why would you do this? I’m your best friend”

               “What do you mean?” he frowned, watching as she trembled. She looked very vulnerable, wrapped in one of his hoodies. It looked too big on her, like she had shrunk.

               “I told you not to kiss me if it was a pity kiss. But you did, you fucking did” she ranted “You said you liked me too. You kissed me knowing full well how I felt and now-now she’s back I’m yesterday’s news. Do I really mean that little to you?”

               “I never said that. I never said any of that” He yelled “you’re assuming”

               “Oh really” she snarled “So that’s why you’ve been distant all week. That why you’ve avoided me, pushed me away. Because you like me

               “Look” he sighed “I’m confused- I like you (Y/n). I really, really like you…”

               He reached towards her, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. He hated it when she cried.

               “But I like her too”

               She shook her head, stepping out of his reach.

               “That doesn’t make any sense” she hiccupped, griping at her hair in frustration “You can’t- it doesn’t make sense Henry. You can’t care for me and care for her. Ones more important and you damn well know it-“

               “(Y/n)-”

               “No don’t. Don’t” she ran towards the door “You have no idea, do you? I’ve waited so long for this. To hold you and kiss you and be honest about how I feel. Because it killed me every day to hear you talk about her like she was your world. And I had to stick around because I was your best friend. And that night you snuck into my room and kissed me, it thought that I had finally got my chance. I told not to give me your pity kiss, you didn’t listen. You’ve brought this on yourself”

               She opened the door, chest rising and falling unevenly.

               “Wait!” he dived for her.

               “No” she replied coldly “You need some time to think about what you’ve done. Don’t talk to me until you decide”

               “Decide what?”

“Decide if it was a real pity kiss or not” 

*Requests are Open*
Spencer Reid Imagine: I’m so stupid to make mistake of falling in love with my best friend.
Warnings: None
Masterlist: x
Prompts: x

‘You busy? - Spence x’
'Spence, it’s One in the morning’
'Are you busy?’
'I guess not x’
'Great xx’

Twenty minutes ago, It took twenty two minutes for Spencer to reach your apartment from his, you knew that, he had been the one to tell you that, your best friend, the genius, he knew every little thing like that. At first you thought it was a little weird, however, you had grown to realise how useful this trait could be, you knew from the final text message that you had exactly twenty two minutes to get ready. A large mustard tinted sweater and some dark blue jeans, holes over the knees, something Spencer always questioned. He never understood the 'trend’ as it were. None-the-less, you slipped a brush through your hair, and your feet into some black 'Chelsea-type’ boots, no makeup was the obvious option however honey lip-balm could never go a miss, especially this time of year, winter always chapped your lips. One, two three, four-five, his signature knock, every single time you heard that knock you could always be certain of the messy haired genius behind the door.

“Morning” he giggled, as he looked at you, fully dressed yet half awake, “You look tired” he noted as you rolled your eyes, walking out of your apartment, triple checking the handle after clicking the key, you could never be too careful.

“I’m glad you’re so nice about me Spence,” slipping into the elevator, as the keypad lit up, Spencer’s hand beating yours and clicking the lobby button first.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that, I mean sure you look tired, but you also look beautiful, you always do” His smile was soft and humble, incredibly shy too. You had been friends for so long however, he still felt as if it was line crossing to compliment you. You could compliment you however, I mean you would a little, but you could continuously, non-stop, repeatedly for days on end, you thought so highly of him. That wasn’t surprising considering you were madly infatuated with him. Sometimes you had to stop yourself from blurting out 'I love you’ when he did something extraordinarily cute.

“Anyway” he spoke, pulling you from your thoughts, I have a surprise for you, I don’t know if you are aware of today’s date, or the meaning that it holds,“ he took your silence and slightly confused face as a definite 'no’ and continued, "Today, two years ago, a very shy, very pretty girl walked into the bullpen” he paused, as the lift doors opened slowly, you both sliding out, him guiding you to his car, opening the door for you, like the true gentleman he was.

“This girl walked in, and the office stopped, we all stopped” he flicked the engine alive with a twist of the key. “Two years ago today, I met you, I mean I could never forget that day y/n” your mind was immersed in memories of that day, god you had been so nervous and shy.

“I knew this from the first day I met you y/n, it just took me two years to tell you, well 1 year,364 and 19 hours. And well y/n, I don’t want let it get to exactly two years without me doing something, I can’t have let two years go by without telling you”. You didn’t quite understand him but understood by his words that he was going to tell you, so decided to stay quiet.

The wheels stopped slowly, the car sliding into a parking spot, the light’s flashing off quickly, your eyes were caught by the dim lit area in front. He had brought you back to his apartment. Surely you could have just drove here yourself, you couldn’t understand his plan, not that it had made much sense before.

“Y/n, come with me okay? And if this goes wrong, or it messes up, or if this backfires then I’ll take you home, but god dammit I have to try” he fell silent after this grabbing your wrist with his soft hand, pulling you into the elevator, him becoming increasingly nervous as the floor number increased, his breath hitching when the doors opened, him almost being unable to move, his hands sliding down to intertwine with yours.

“Now or never” he whispered to himself, strolling hesitantly with you towards his door. The key slid in and clicked, Reid pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting you walk in first.

The apartment was lit by multiple strings of fairy lights, soft music played in the background as your eyes fell to a trail of red rose petals, a pathway you started to walk, following it throughout the living room, all the way to his bedroom, a bouquet of roses placed delicately on top of his sheets, candles lit all throughout the room, the source of the music, a small speaker positioned to the side of the bed.

“I know this is out of the blue, but I met you 2 years ago exactly in 5 hours, now I wasted those two years, I should have took you resteraunts, took you to the cinema, took you on every date possible, I should have told you my love for you and hopefully heard you say it too. But I didn’t, and I can’t let these two years go to waste, so I figured a way to catch that time up. And trust me y/n, it’s crazy as hell, but fuck it, I know you probably have a million questions but I have one for you, would you keep your last name or take mine?” he paused, reaching into his jacket pocket before dropping onto one knee in front of you.

You felt your heart give way and you couldn’t fathom words, this couldn’t be happening.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” he looked unbelievably nervous, with good reason to, he just proposed to his best friend. You pause wasn’t helping the situation either.

“Yes” the small word slipped from your lips as a smile spread across his face, clambering back up to polish the ring onto your finger, grabbing your hand as your eyes began to swell with tears. His lips met yours gently, pausing for a moment, before moving, the way your lips fit together confirmed the fact, this was right, this was how it should have been.

“I love you, from the day you walked in, the day I saw you first, I knew it” he beamed forehead pressed to yours, his hand consuming one side of your face, as he kissed you once again.

“I love you too Spencer, so incredibly much”

I Know What You Are

ScottxReader

A/N: I was going to do a Scott PoV but decided against it. If you still want me to do one, let me know. Or if you want a Part 2 lemme know (;

I hated driving at night. My eye sight wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t necessarily 20/20 either. Luckily, there were cars in front of me and I followed suit. It wasn’t until too late that I realized this was a bad idea. The car in front of me, slammed on it breaks. I tried to do the same, but I didn’t have enough time. I smashed into the car and hit my head on the steering wheel. It was all a blur after that. I saw flashes of red and blue, I heard something crash like it was glass being shattered. My body was being lifted up, and I could faintly hear someone talking. I couldn’t make it out, it was too muffled. I woke up, almost like everything I’d remembered had been a dream. My ears started working before my eyes did. I could hear rattling and a lot of yelling. I attempted to make out the words.

“…Room B…2 pints of O negative…”

At first the phrases didn’t make sense. When my eyes adjusted, there were bright lights above me bringing on a headache. I looked around and finally deduced I was in a hospital. Around me, I saw nurses pushing bloody patients on gurneys spewing medical talk to each other. I tried to push myself up, but searing pain shot up my arm. I whimpered and cringed at the discomfort. A women with long black curly hair rushed over to me.

“Alright sweetie, you’re going to have lie down.” She hushed.

“Where…where am I?” I managed.

“You’re in Beacon Hills Medical Clinic. You were in a car accident and I need you to lie down.”

“Please…it hurts.” I begged holding my arm.

“I know, honey. I’m so sorry. I can’t give you anything until a doctor takes a look at y-”

“Mom!” She was cut off by a boy with dark hair similar to hers. For obvious reasons, I had to assume it was her son. She walked to him and they talked for a moment in hushed tones. They were interrupted by another bloody body being rushed in. She left me and her son to go and help.

“No please.” I called after her although it was too late. “It hurts.” I whispered to no one. Her son came up over to me, and smiled sympathetically.

“My friend told me once, that human contact can sometimes ease pain.”

I chuckled weakly. “Is that your best pick up line?” When I looked up at him I noticed he had a crooked jawline. And despite it, he was still very handsome. He smiled again.

“Humour me?” I nodded and he took my hand in his. Almost instantly, the pain slowly drained from me. Amazed, I looked up at him and he was wincing. Pulled my arm from him and touched his shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” And he was. The pain that was displayed on his face was gone and a smile replaced it. “I must have been concentrating too hard.”

“You’re Scott, right?” I recognized him from school now that the pain was dulled. He nodded. “Where’s your sidekick?” I asked him. I was talking about his tall, gangly, and annoyingly sarcastic friend, Stiles. He was on the lacrosse team, so was Scott, although I could only remember a few times actually seeing him play.

“Home. I think.” He responded.

I chuckled. “I thought you two were joined at the hip.”

“Sometimes I think we are.” He said looking at his hands than at me.

“Y/N, honey.” Scott’s mom was back. “There’s a doctor that can see you now.” She whisked me away, before I could say good by to Scott. I had a bruise bone in my arm, and a migraine. But other than that the doctors said I was fine. They discharged me and my parents came to pick me up from the hospital. They insisted I not go to school the next day, but I didn’t want to miss any school work and I felt fine. My migraine wasn’t as intense as before, and then my mind started thinking about Scott. First, I thought about his smile. How it kind of gave me butterflies. But than, I remembered the look on his face when he was ‘taking my pain’ through human contact. I’d been in a haze at the hospital, but now with my head clear I almost thought I remember him drawing my pain out of him. Like I could see it, like his veins were turning black. All day at school I obsessed over this. I wanted to think I was crazy, that it was the pain that made me delirious. But this was Beacon Hills and on more than one occasion I could remember when I’d seen strange things. Like a couple years ago when this strange lizard man thing. During my free period, I went to the library and did some research. I spent the entire period, reading about healing and healers. But no where could I find anything about human contact healing or relieving pain. Right when I was about to give up, something caught my eye. One of the pages in a book about ancient mythical creatures. I picked up the books and read the passage.

With abilities unfathomable to man, these creatures are both dangerous and miraculous. These abilities include, but are not limited to: changing from wolf to man without the lure of the moon, enhanced hearing and smell, a wolf like eyesight able to see supernatural entities not seen by their human eyes, superhuman strength snd animalistic speed, and the ability to draw pain from animals and people a like. The extent of werewolf power is not know, and could extend further beyond anything we could imagine.

I put the book down, astounded by what I’d just read. Werewolves? They can’t be real. But, Scott had done it. I’d seen him do it. And the alterer thought was that I was crazy. The bell rang, startling me from my thoughts. I picked up my things, still lost in my thoughts. Thoughts interrupted by the sight of Scott. He was at the end of the hall way talking to Stiles and another boy from the lacrosse team, Isaac I think his name was. Before I could stop myself, I was already among them. I only caught the end of their conversation but they were talking about Scott liking a hot girl? Or maybe that he was one? I don’t know boys are weird.

“Hey, Y/N!” Stiles said awkwardly.

“Hey Stilinski.” That was his last name.

“Can we help you with something?” He snarked.

“Yeah, it’d really help if you’d go away. I need to talk to Scott.”

“Me?” Scott inquired.

“You’re names Scott right?” I laughed.

“Anything you have to say to Scott you can say to us.” Stiles debated gesturing to himself and Isaac.

I huffed, “Fine!” Stiles looked satisfied that he’d one the argument and I glared at him.

“Okay,” Scott had a curious look on his face. I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked today. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” He asked.

I brought my tone down a level. “I know what you are.” I whispered. Confused they all looked at me. I flushed starting to feel embarrassed that I’d even thought this was a good idea. “The other day at the hospital- and when you did the thing-” I was falling over my words. I was starting to think I was making a fool of myself, but when I looked at them all again, they all seemed uncomfortable. Like I’d said the wrong thing. And then I knew. I knew I’d been right.

“Oh my god!” I squealed. The all shushed me at the same time. “Oh my god.” I repeated in a whisper. They glanced over their shoulders ensuring no one was listening to our conversation. “Are you all werewolves?” I gushed in a whisper.

“Not him.” Isaac said pointing to Stiles.

“Thank you. Thank you for that.” Stiles said with fake sincerity.

“Oh, what are you?” I asked excitement filling me.

“Human.” Isaac answered for him with a sinister smile.

“Oh. Well I have so many questions!” I said earnestly.

“Not here.” Scott hissed as the bell rang. “After school. I’ll meet you at the Animal Clinic.”

“What’s there? You’re guys secret hide out.”

“No, I work there.” The three boys walked away leaving me confused but excited. I was going to learn about werewolves, but best of all I was going to hang out with Scott.

Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part C)

A/N: Part 4C 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B)

You stood at a distance watching Sebastian and Ava as they found comfort in the other’s arms. It was moments like those that you knew your best friend had chosen the right person to marry, someone who could disperse her nerves. Sebastian had chosen correctly too; he felt like he could breathe properly when he saw her waiting for him at the lighthouse. He swept her into his arms and kissed her until they felt like they were the only ones standing there. It was slightly uncomfortable for you, but you were happy for them. You found yourself smiling when you thought of the way Sebastian’s eyes lit up at the sight of his bride-to-be in her wedding dress. He had reacted similarly to the way Chris reacted when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time; he couldn’t stop smiling, nor could he speak. Sebastian was in such awe, thanking the universe- and his best friend- for you so he could have Ava. The first words he got out after a minute or two of gaping was “I love you” and you’d almost swoon with Ava.

“Hey,” Chris slipped his hand into yours as he joined your side; you smiled at him then turned back to watch Sebastian and Ava. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them,” he said and you immediately scoffed, gesturing between the two of you. “You didn’t let me finish,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them, other than when the two of us are standing in front of a mirror of course.”

“Of course,” you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arm around his waist instead, leaning into him as his arm draped over your shoulder. “Is it weird if I say I’m proud of them?” You asked Chris, smiling at Sebastian and Ava who had started their hand in hand stroll on the boardwalk. It was pretty obvious they were in their own world, talking and laughing. They looked so comfortable with each other now that you could barely remember how awkward they were when they first met; it seemed like a lifetime ago now. You were so happy for them as they were two fabulous souls that deserved everything they were getting with each other. “‘Cause I am really proud of them,” you continued when Chris said nothing.

“Me too,” he nodded with a smile. “But I’m proud of us too,” he said and you turned to him with a raised brow. “I mean- we did play matchmaker, remember?” He reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “If it weren’t for us, those two would’ve never met. Well-” he scrunched his nose. “They probably would’ve met, but whether or not they would’ve dated- that’s a different story. They can be flirty when they want to be, but- I don’t know, I’ve always felt like they’re both fairly passive souls. That’s probably why they work so well together.”

“Are we passive souls?”

Chris snorted, “you’re kidding, right?” You giggled because you knew the two of you weren’t at all passive- passive-aggressive, maybe. “Have you seen us when we argue, darling? Have you seen my interviews and tweets about politics or sports? Or rather, have you seen yourself when you get vocal about something you believe in?” He pressed his lips on your cheek, nuzzling his beard into your skin and making you laugh even harder as you squirmed. “We are as far away from passive as humanly possible.”

“And that’s why we work so well together,” you grinned at him and he chuckled with a nod. “What do you think Jack will be like?” You diverted your gaze to your belly when you felt him kick; Chris did too, 'cause you’d flinched. That kick was his third kick of the hour, keeping up with the pattern of his fetal movement. He was always more active around this time of the day, and in the evening just before bed. “He’s going to be a Pisces, Pisces are said to be the passive-aggressive type.”

“As much as I enjoy astrology, you know it’s-”

“A whole lot of bullshit?” You asked then laughed when he did. “Yes, I know. But you have to admit there is some truth behind it. I mean- look at me and tell me I’m not a hundred percent Virgo with my perfectionism and other annoying traits.” He bit back his smile and you giggled. “Yeah, and you’re very much so a Gemini. I know it’s not the planets or the moon and stars controlling us, but star signs can be pretty accurate sometimes.”

“Yeah, because we morph our personalities into something similar after reading these things. Or our parents read them and raised us a certain way.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew it was the logical explanation. “People aren’t affected until they know about it, it’s like a placebo almost. We want to relate and we unconsciously adapt. Raise a child with no knowledge of astrology and you’ll see, they’d end up with all the traits of every star sign 'cause they’re generic traits.”

“Okay, since when did you become so logical?” He laughed at that. “I was just saying, God. I’m not going to raise him based on his star sign, he can relate and adapt when he’s older. You know, if you don’t turn him into a skeptic first.” You quipped, drawing more laughter. “I just want to raise him to be a good person, a gentleman and a scholar.” Chris chuckled then smiled when you kissed his jawline and said, “just like his daddy.”

“You’re too kind to me,” he dipped his head and met your lips.

“The two of you realize we’re the ones getting married, right?” Sebastian’s teasing voice forced you and Chris to break your kiss. You both turned in their direction, stifling your laughter. “God, will the two of you ever stop being disgustingly sweet?”

“Probably not, no,” Chris shook his head then smiled at you when you laughed. “You two ready to get married and join the disgustingly sweet train?” Sebastian and Ava smiled at each other, then nodded at the both of you. “Okay then. It looks like we’ve got five minutes to get the two of you to where you need to be.” He kissed your cheek while Sebastian kissed Ava’s. “I’m going to take the groom back, you handle the bride. Let’s go,” he pulled his arm off you and walked off, glancing back to make sure Sebastian was following.

“See you soon, baby,” Sebastian looked back to wave at Ava and Ava blew him a kiss, smiling. “God, Chris. Wait up!” He started to jog when Chris disappeared around the corner. “It’s not like…” His voice trailed off with the distance.

“Feeling better?” You asked Ava, locking arms with her as the two of you slowly strolled back. You had to be careful with your steps considering you were both carrying lives inside your bellies. Ava wasn’t too worried, it wasn’t a far walk and she was the bride; the bride could be fashionably late, she could do whatever she wanted because it was her day.

“Much,” Ava nodded. “Now I know why you had to sneak off with Chris on your wedding day too.” She commented and you shot her a smug look, making her laugh. “I can’t believe I’m getting married to him, I feel so fortunate right now.”

“He feels the same way,” you told her with a smile. “Believe me, I saw the way he looked at you and there is no one in the world he’s going to love more than you.” Ava placed a hand on her belly and was about to correct you when you cut her off. “No, not even little peanut. You are number one, believe me.”

“Of course I do,” she smiled. “You’re an expert when it comes to being a guy’s number one.” You chuckled, knowing she was referring to Chris. “Do you remember that article we read where he said family came from an extension of the love you have your partner? That you needed to want the relationship more than the idea of having a kid?” You nodded. “Do you remember us thinking he got that from your series?” You nodded again, chuckling. “Well, did he? Did you ask him?”

“I didn’t ask, but he did tell me. He’s always carried that philosophy, but after reading my series- it sorta stuck with him even more, which is sweet.” You said and Ava nodded in agreement. “I definitely felt like it was a load off my shoulders 'cause while I knew I wanted to have kids with him, I didn’t know when. You know me, we talked about this before I even met him- I was afraid that if I did end up with him and didn’t want kids yet, he’d dump me or whatever.”

“And I told you he wouldn’t, but you didn’t believe me until you read that article.” She reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “And look where you are now, you’re happily married to your celebrity crush and carrying his baby. And I am too,” she let out a nervous, but excited laugh. “It’s kinda surreal, isn’t?”

“A little, yeah.” You nodded in agreement, smiling. Ava looked like she was about to talk again, but you interrupted before she could. “But it’s real and it’s happening and we’re going to late, so enough on me and enough on the surreality. Let’s go get you married, girl.”

“Okay,” she grinned.

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