Imagine skyping with Jensen on your anniversary and him having a unique surprise for you.
“Hey, just hanging out on set here with the crew, the car… And a few friends.” Jensen turned the camera to show a group of people right behind him, making you giggle as you saw all the Supernatural fans on the background.
“Woooo!” they all cheered as Jensen waved at them, his eyes still focused on his phone’s screen and therefore you.
“You’re having all the fun there without me huh?” you put on playful frown “Shame on you.”
“Oh you know it’s never real fun without you here, sweetheart.” he grinned at you, winking.
“Just on our anniversary hm? You are a terrible boyfriend.” you tried to say as seriously as you could but it was impossible considering the adorable pout that appeared on his face. Why did you have to love him this much?
“I’m sorry, baby. You know I’d give everything to take the first plane and fly right there to you and give you on of the biggest hugs and kisses.” he sighed a little too sadly and you felt bad for bringing it up in the first place.
“Jens, I didn’t mean it like that. Come on, you know I was just kidding. I am thankful for every moment I spent with you on and off set. I know that you didn’t imagine it like this, but you had to do the extra shooting.” you shrugged, getting comfortable in your bed as you wrapped his flannel closer around you. It was some sort of comfort to be able to smell his scent days like this when he had to leave because he had extra scenes. You did have a role in Supernatural but much like Misha you didn’t have to spend so much time on set like Jensen and Jared.
“I know, I couldn’t skip this because otherwise I would break down but- this is out five-year anniversary. I had so many things planned and-” he bit his lip, turning around so that you could see the Impala again “I wanted us to do so many things today and I just- I screwed up, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, please.” you offered him a small but sad smile “We can do this another day, we’ll pretend it’s our anniversary and we can spoil each other as much as we want.”
“It’s just it won’t be the same. And I wanted you to know it today that-” he cleared his throat looking at the group of people again “Just wait, they have a little something for you.” he said a little excited, turning to show them again.
“Alright guys, you ready?” he asked as he got a loud “Yes” as a response.
“One, two-” he glanced behind him “Three!”
“I love you!” they all shouted in unison so that it sounded almost like oe voice and you bit hard on your lip, giggling softly.
“Oh Jensen, I know that already.” you felt your heart swell inside your chest “I love you too baby, very much.”
“I just needed you to know this today.” he whispered “Because things probably didn’t go as planned but I am still set on asking you today-” he took a deep breath, giving the guys a small nod.
“(Y/n)!” they all shouted in one voice, making you grin to yourself “Open the first drawer of your nightstand!” this was harder to say but they managed.
“Ok” you chuckled with a perplexed look on your face as you went for it. But you froze mid-movement when the only thing you saw was a small red velvet box.
“What…?” you whispered, trailing off, not paying attention to your computer as you took hold of it.
“Jensen what-” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes.
“Open it, sweetheart.” his voice was rough as well, laced with emotion. Even if you didn’t look at him you could picture that nervous and cute smile on his face as well as his glossy eyes.
You did as told, still unable to look up from it as you trembling hands you attempted to open it. For some reason it seemed harder than you’d expect, your muscles refusing to do the simple task but when you actually opened it all air got knocked out of your lungs. Your eyes widened more than before and you could swear you felt a tear slip from your eye as your lips fell apart. You stared at the diamond ring for what felt like an eternity before managing to move your eyes and look back at the screen.
“Jensen…” your voice was barely above a whisper and whatever words you had in mind to say disappeared when you saw the four words on the screen.
“(Y/n)” he breathed out, giving you a nervous smile “I wish I was there to ask you this, but I am not going to waste this day when I planned to make it the best of your life. So I need to ask you one last thing-” he said breathlessly before glancing at them and giving them a nod.
“Will you marry me?” they all shouted in unison as they held boards with the words.
“Will you marry me, princess?” Jensen repeated the question in a whisper.
Summary: Bucky offers to teach you how to play pool, but he ends up in a slightly awkward predicament. Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Language, lots of innuendos, Bucky being little shit Story prompt: “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This
can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”
A/N: First time I’ve done a writing challenge of any kind, thanks @jurassicbarnes for letting me take this one! I haven’t written anything fluffy in awhile, this felt necessary, and it may require a smutty style follow-up. Also, while I may be a complete shit talker IRL,
I am terrible at pool and don’t know what I’m doing, so hopefully this
makes sense. And I really need to find someone to edit my wordy ass…
a little known fact – you adored dive bars. Everything smells musty?
Great. All the tables feel sticky? Perfect. The decor resembles a 1970’s porn
a complete contradiction to your work persona. Your name was uttered in hushed,
reverent tones in the halls of the Avengers compound, commonly followed by the
phrase ‘that woman gets shit done.’
Frankly, you worked your ass off to get to this point, so the satisfaction of
being known as the one who was always cool, always calm, always poised – it was
a heady feeling.
because of your rigid work environment that you gravitated toward the
local bar. It was one place you could let your guard down, unwind and relax.
Distancing your professional and personal life was a necessary ingredient in
your sanity, a dichotomy you actively encouraged.
then one day out of nowhere, Bucky Barnes swaggered into your life.
Fine. Then I’m not sorry, either. I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything. That in death, you’re the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person. You made all the wrong choices and of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one, but I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon.
It’s the post about a russian baby girl who stands out in a world where team Tutberidze tanos every jumps in the second half of the programs. This girl actually skates, performs, has lovely expression. Has been doing it since she was at least 8 years old. She’s almost 11 now and her name is Kamila Valieva.
When I first saw her, she landed doubles and single axels and was the loveliest swan EVER. On her final poses she counted till five before breaking the character - so cute <3 She’s always been a good spinner and her upright positions are pretty impressive. Kamila started learning triples last year, it wasn’t an easy process but now by some miracle she has pretty solid 2a & 3s, 3lo and goddamn rippon lutz. Just a couple of days ago she won Russian National competition for the smallest age group (this fact actually promted me to make this post). There’re three parts there: elements, SP & FS. Kamila slayed elements where she showed +goe 3lz & 2a-3t, placed 3rd in the short and 1st in the free.
Kamila’s coaches are not big names at all in Russian singles - Natalia Dubinskaya and Stanislav Kovalev. And here’re Kamila’s programs avaliable online.
14-15 season: Russian Folk SP, The Swan FS (ICONIC)
“I need to apologize” “I’m sorry, okay?” “I’m not going to apologize” “I think you owe me an apology” “Please, just accept my apology” “You don’t need to apologize for telling the truth” “What am I supposed to be apologizing for?” “You have to let me apologize” “I’m so sorry” “Never apologize for that” “Please forgive me” “Why won’t you let me apologize?” “Saying that you’re sorry doesn’t fix anything” “You think you can just apologize and then everything will be fine?” “I’ve already apologized” “You don’t need to apologize” “You don’t even know what it is that you’re supposed to be apologizing for” “I feel terrible” “How many times to I have to apologize?” “I owe you an apology” “I’m begging your forgiveness” “‘Sorry’ isn’t good enough” “Don’t ruin your apology with an excuse” “I’m not apologizing” “Is it too late to say that I’m sorry?” “What good’s an apology?” “I’m sorry that I hurt you” “An apology would be a good start” “I accept your apology” “What are you apologizing for?” “I don’t need another apology” “Will you accept my apology?”
“Did anyone say prince?” Prince asked, moving up as he was called by his host. Thomas looked up at him, raising his eyebrow.
“No… I called you by your name…”
“What do you need me for, Thomas?” Prince asked, excitedly. “A new quest to be fulfilled? A new idea to be formulated? An advice?”
“Actually…” Thomas said, sitting on the couch and staring at his creative side. “I just… I was just wondering… Could you like… Stop flirting with all the others?”
Prince froze, before he looked at Thomas, surprised.
“What… do you mean?”
“I mean… well…” Thomas started, clearly a little bit embarrassed. “You are constantly flirting with the other sides, and like… not that it’s a bad thing but… sometimes the viewers forget the message of the video and focus on you… flirting… with the others”
“I… never flirted with any of them” Prince said, firmly, and Thomas raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, calling Anxiety ‘hot topic’ or ‘my chemically unbalanced romance’ or just overall calling them silly nicknames or saying things that could be interpreted as sweet in almost every video to all of them, specially for Anxiety, is really considered flirting” Thomas said, and Prince’s eyes widened.
“N-no! That was meant to be sarcastic and a little bit mean but not… flirty” he said, horrified. “Oh no… That’s why…”
“Yep. You’re everyone’s favorite guy to ship with everyone” Thomas nodded, and Prince slowly sat down in the closest chair.
“Is that why people… think Anxiety and I are…” he mumbled, and Thomas nodded.
“And you and Logic. And you and Morality. Even though the last one is more unusual” Thomas said, shrugging. Prince covered his face, blushing deeply, and the host smiled. “Hey buddy. It’s fine. I was just wondering if you could tone it down a bit so I can get serious messages across”
“Yes, of course… I am terribly sorry Thomas” he said, sighing. “It’s just… I am a prince, so I don’t know actual snarky comments, and when those three irritate me all I can do is call them ‘darkness in the light’ or ‘round eared Spock’ or ‘actual sunshine’ and I-”
“Quit flirting, Roman”
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO”
Thomas sighed as Roman rubbed his eyes in defeat.
Inside Thomas’ head, however, everything was a mess.
“He called me Spock?” Logic asked, eyes bright, a dumb smile on his face.
“Actual sunshine” Morality squealed, hugging the pillow closest to him.
“Darkness in the light…” Anxiety chuckled, smiling shyly as he stared at his phone. “He’s so dumb…”
The three let out a deep, lovely sigh.
Maybe Prince should just continue flirting anyway. Thomas hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.
At some point a few years ago, I fell out of love with music. On tour, I’d stay in the darkness of my bunk all day until soundcheck, struggle to hold a conversation during meet & greets, then barely make it through the shows without counting down the minutes until they were over. At home, it wasn’t much different. I was apathetic toward the album we were making and toward my abilities as a songwriter, so I slept all day, drank all night, and distracted myself with new people who weren’t really even my friends. I lost the ability to care, and I lost the ability to feel anything. I didn’t love me, so why should you? It was the darkest period of my life. I planned a solo trip to Alaska with the intention of never making music again when I returned.
Thanks to fate intervening, the day before I left for Alaska I had a chance encounter with my longtime friend Matt Beckley. As the story goes, I ran into Matt at a cafe in Los Angeles, and he asked me to join him back at his new house to check out his studio and maybe write some music. (I’d like to think Matt’s extraordinary intuition knew I was in the darkest before the dawn phase). We went back to the house, opened a bottle of Stranahan’s, and didn’t write a single fucking note. Instead, we just sat around and talked about what we loved about music in the first place. Bruce Springsteen, Bryan Adams, The Gin Blossoms, Tom Petty, you know the rest. We talked about where we’d love to see music GO. We both wanted to move the needle and we both wanted to chase great in a world full of just good. As I was leaving that night, Matt said to me, “Go to Alaska and stop thinking about what you’re gonna do when you fail. Think about all the things you’re going to do when you win.’
That was the moment that DALES was born.
Over the next 2 years, Matt and I began writings songs together. A lot of songs. The best songs I’d ever written in my life. I was alive again. Writing with no destination, no business plan, and absolutely no fear. For the first time in a long time, I was making music simply because I loved it.
After a while, I decided that these songs were a different chapter of my life, a new story, and I put them away while The Summer Set finished Stories For Monday. Then that record came out and we went on tour. Then, unfortunately the darkness came back. I lost that fire in my soul I had finally just found again. So, I spent every minute I had when we weren’t on tour, locked in the studio at Matt’s house trying to feed the flame that gave me my love for music back.
Here we are now.
At this time, I have carefully decided that I don’t want to lose that spark anymore. It is in my best interest to follow my heart and dive head first into this new adventure. I want to finish these songs, play them live, and give the world the DALES record I think it needs to hear. The record I NEED to hear. I’m an all or nothing kinda guy and a terrible multi-tasker, so if I’m finally gonna do something…I want to give it everything I’ve got.
With that being said, unfortunately that means The Summer Set will not be making any records or touring plans indefinitely.
To John, Stephen, Jess, And Josh:
I have loved this journey every single step of the way. On my best days and on my worst days. From The Modified Arts to The Macy’s Day Parade. We put more miles on that old van than dollars we may ever have in our bank accounts. (I still can’t believe we sold that van to a church.) This has been, and may always be my greatest ride.
John and Stephen- It is no secret you guys are well on your way to becoming two of the best music producers I know. If you blink, you’ll realize you’re already there. I can’t wait to see what you guys do next, and I can only hope one day we find our way into the studio (or at least the makeshift one we made in your shared bedroom in North Hollywood) someday again.
Jess- Your drumming and your friendship are among the most sturdy and reliable things I may ever find in this lifetime. You’re my sister. We fight a lot (Literally, you once beat the hell out of me in a Taco Bell parking lot in the middle of Texas), but I love you. You already have more drum gigs lined up than you know what to do with, and I will be your biggest fan along side everything you do.
Josh- There are no words to describe how valuable you are to this band, and to me personally. That became abundantly clear when you actually left the band. We tried to make Stories For Monday without you, failed, threw in the towel, asked for your opinion on the new songs, you told us it was our best work yet, told us we HAD to put the album out, and we told you we couldn’t do it WITHOUT YOU. So you jumped back in, without hesitation. You are our rock. You are there when we need you. You are there when I need you. You’re there when ANYONE needs you. There’s a reason you’re the first person anyone calls when they need advice or they’re in trouble. I hope life in Nashville is everything you want it to be, where I am sure you will figure out how to balance being a hit songwriter AND a future mayor at the same time.
To The Fans: All I can say is thank you. I never in my wildest dreams thought this would last 10 years. You were there for me on my worst of days, and I’m sorry I wasn’t always there for you in return. You guys stood by our side during the awkward teenage years, through the terrible haircuts (which thankfully, you can still google!) through growing up, and most importantly…through the blood, sweat, and tears of four albums and more tours than I can count. I’ve seen places around the world I never thought I’d see, all because of you. There is no home quite like a room full of you guys screaming back the songs we made together. Make no mistake, that will live forever and never die.
As for me, I’m on a lifelong journey searching for the right and the real. To learn how to feel everything again. To learn how to love and be loved in return.
To fall back in love with music. I was born to write songs and be on stage and I can’t believe I almost gave that up. It’s my greatest magic trick.
Bruce Springsteen once said, “Everything dies baby, that’s a fact, but maybe everything that dies…someday comes back.“
Saeran felt anxiety feel his chest as you hadn’t been answering your phone. He had knew about what happened with a Jumin but had decided that giving you time was best. He had enough of guilt eating at him and immediately tracked your phone, finding that you were at your old apartment. He sped there, not caring about the dangers that could’ve happened.
Once he had gotten to your apartment he knocked several times but still got no response.
"MC! Open the door! I know your in here!“ He yelled and got more anxious as time passed and you still hadn’t opened the door.
He looked around and saw a small key in the plant you had beside your door. He quickly unlocked the door and raced to your room. The bathroom was blaring with music and the light was on. He banged on the door, calling out your name.
"MC, open the fucking door!” He screamed, hoping you would hear him over the loud music.
He kicked open the door and the horrific sight in front of him made him weak to his knees. His best friend, whom he had been in love with for the last four years, was lying on the floor bleeding to death.
Rage had filled his gut. It was has all his fault. If it doesn’t for him, you would’ve still been here. Or maybe he was too slow? How’ve he let you get away so easily? How did you slip right through his fingers? He hadn’t gotten to your house in time. Your limp body was already on the floor, blood all over your clothes. You looked pale, lifeless. Hot tears poured out of his eyes as the memories of you flooded into his mind. Your beautiful smile and contagious laugh.
The first time he had ever talked to you, he still regrets that day. The way he treated you now. He never knew that he would ever fall in love. He would crush anyone that hurt you. He held your light body in his arms as his tears dripped onto your pale face. He had called an ambulance and rocked your lifeless body in his arms. How had he let you slip right through his finger tips? He was used to people coming and going but with you it was different.
I want you to want me to stay
He wanted you to be with him. He couldn’t lose you. You were the person he was the most scared to lose. You had helped him though all his problems. You had believed him and had hope in him even when he did terrible things to you and treated you like you were worthless. You were all he wanted but you fell in love with another man before he had the chance to confess.
And I need you to need me to stay
He needed you. All he needed was you to be okay. You still had a heart beat. He tried to stop the bleeding however he couldn’t control his tears and his sobs. The fear of losing you was becoming too real. He held you tight against his body and laid a kiss upon your forehead.
"You idiot. I thought you were stronger than this. You saved me so I’ll the same for you. I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have let you go with that stupid rich kid. I’ll fix you like you fixed me. I’ll crush whoever tries to hurt you again.“ He choked as his sobs got in the way.
The nurses had rushed in the house and picked up your limp body, placing it on the stretcher.
If you don’t know then just let me go
Jumin didn’t know how to feel when he got the news of you attempting suicide. He felt his heart stop and his blood run cold. He wanted to rush to the hospital and see you immediately but he felt like such a coward. All his stupid mistakes could’ve led to your death. Just the thought of you being gone forever broke him. He didn’t deserve you. After everything he did, he knew you deserved better. Maybe he should just let you go. Let you be free. He had left you to deal with all the pain and suffering while he was with another woman.
"Babe?” His mistress called out, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He stood up and pushed her hand off his shoulder.
"I have to go. When I come back I expect you to not be here. I don’t want to have this relationship with you where I do not reciprocate the same feelings. I am sorry.“ He stated before exiting the room.
"Driver Kim, please drive me to the hospital. I need to be there immediately. I am in a rush, so please hurry.” He said and got into the back of his limousine.
Time seemed to be going in slow motion while he was being driven to the hospital. Guilt was eating away at him. He would never forgive himself for hurting the person that was so precious to him. He wanted you. He loved you. He wouldn’t let you go if his life depended on it. He never knew how tight a grip he had on your heart. He had completely ripped your heart out and broke it into a million pieces. He hadn’t expected you to ever forgive him. He won’t ever forgive himself for hurting you to such an extent to where you thought that suicide was the only answer.
As he arrived to the hospital, his heart raced. He rushed to your room after singing in.
Saeran’s eyes darkened with anger as the saw him.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing here?! You don’t deserve to see her! You fucking asshole! You’re a poor excuse for a man!“ Saeran yelled in his face as he grabbed his collar and pulled him down.
"If she doesn’t survive I swear to god I’ll kill you.” He growled and swung his fist hard against his face, letting him go.
Jumin winced at the pain and grabbed his cheek.
“I know I do not deserve her, however I will try my best to make sure she survives. I will-“
"Just shut up already. Your voice is irritating me.” Saeran growled.
Go ahead rip my heart out, if you think that’s what loves all about
Jumin straightened out his jacket and walked into the hospital room. His heart dropped as he saw your small frame on the bed hooked up to machines.
He sat on the chair next to your bed.
"MC, I am so sorry for everything that I’ve done. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I love you. I made terrible mistakes that I regret. I never meant to hurt you. I know I don’t deserve such a wonder person like you. I am sorry that I’ve caused you so much pain to the point of you finding the need to end your life. I know you are stronger than this. I need you to fight okay? I can’t lose you. I need you. The RFA needs you. Please just-“ he interrupted by sound of the heart monitor going flat.
Tears started to fill his eyes realizing what that meant.
"M-MC! No! Someone help!” He called out as he felt his blood run cold and his hands shake.
Nurses and doctors rushed and lead out the door.
He couldn’t breathe. He felt his whole world come crashing down. You were gone. There was no going back anymore. He could never fix his mistakes. His heart was beating fast and the world around him seemed to be blurred.
There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Just a world of darkness that was swallowing him up. There was nothing left for him. Never in his life had he ever felt this much pain before. He never even had the chance to say good bye.
The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.
For starters, I hate saying that, “ex” best friend. Our friendship was always just worth more than that, and I know you know that too. I hope you realize nobody will ever take your spot, nobody will ever lead up to you. Our friendship was too special for someone to be able to take your title. Plus, nobody will ever be you.
Next, I often think of the “what ifs” and “could’ve beens”, but in all honesty maybe this is where we are supposed to be. Maybe we will find our way back to each other one day, maybe not. However, I will always be here for you, disregarding all the circumstances. Even if you do not ever want to be my friend again, I will always be a friend to you. And I am terribly sorry for how we ended our friendship.
Furthermore, thank you for being such a wonderful person. You were my person, and you came into my life when I needed someone. I will forever be thankful for you. Even if we never cross paths again, our past contains memories I will cherish forever. It was just you and I against the world for awhile, and that’s all we needed at the time, but high school indeed changed everything.
In my opinion, we needed to find ourselves. I admit I lost myself for awhile, and I am terribly sorry that it changed me into someone I was not. I will forever regret that, but just know you will always be my person. Even if I am closer to other people now, you will forever have the spot of being my actual best friend.
The worst part of it all is we can walk past each other now and act as if we were never in each others life. I miss you terribly sometimes. Especially in the summertime, it is like every memory painfully fulfills my mind. I go through old pictures and I wonder how everything just changed so fast, I wish I could have stopped that.
Also, I hope someone walks into your life one day and is an actual great friend to you. You deserve that and please do not settle for anything less, you deserve to be treated like a person, not as if you do not exist. I also hope all your dreams come true and everything in your life turns out good.
Buddy, do you remember how we would always say “do not jump oceans for people who would not jump puddles for you” ? I know you do, so keep that in mind always on your path throughout life. You can overcome all the obstacles life throws at you, and I admire your strength. And I wish you the best for all the next stages in your life.
Lastly, although we are not close anymore, i still want to thank you for all you did for me. Thank you for being my person, wiping my tears, venting with me, going on walks, looking at stars, and laughing together. There is nobody else I would want to have such great memories with. I am so sorry for everything. Also, I hope you still get that apartment we planned on getting in California.
As it has been requested repeatedly, I have decided to make a part two to Stood Up. This story got way more love then I thought it would receive and is one of my highest loved imagines so far! So thank you!. I wasn’t originally planning on uploading this today, but as it is my birthday tomorrow (February 17th) and I will be busy, I thought I would just post it instead of making you all wait another two days. So here you go!
Request: Archie/jughead: 14)“I promise that i’ll protect you". -Archie 17) “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” - y/n31)“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”-y/a18) “I think you’re worth much more than that.”- jughead 4)“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”-jughead
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Requested by: anonymous.
“Y/N… I’m not sure how to tell you this… but-”
You turned, confused as you stared at the concerned looking Jughead. After your guys ‘date’ you’d started to hang out with him a bit more and eventually you guys had blossomed into an amazing friendship. Though, what Jughead had said that night was right, and after Archie apologized you’d accepted it and everything fell back to the way it was.
Only thing was now you had Jughead as a friend, a pretty great one at that. He hadn’t been happy when you told him you’d forgiven Archie, but he’d accepted it and told you to just be careful.
Nothing had happened since. School started again and a new girl came in, Veronica Lodge, which had in turn allowed her to start hanging out with Archie, you, Betty and Kevin. She was nice enough and even though she had immediately mentioned her interest in Archie, you’d set her straight after telling her you two were actually dating. It didn’t take long for her to start rooting for you two, and was in turn one of the sweetest girls you’d met.
When you weren’t with her and Betty, you were with Archie and if you weren’t with Archie, you were with Jughead.
It just happened to be one of those times where you were with Jughead, you two were sat in Pop’s, much like your guys date night. You were helping him with his novel that you were so specially the only one allowed to see. But you could tell easily something was on his mind and he was distracted from his writing. You hadn’t said anything, wanting to wait for him to tell you on his own.
“Yes, Juggie?” You answered, regarding him with careful eyes. He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sighed in frustration. “Is everything okay?”
“Y/N… it’s about Archie…”
You sighed, slightly expecting him to tell you again that you shouldn’t have forgiven him. But just by the look on his face you knew it was something else, and suddenly all annoyance left you and instead you became worried. Worried at the truth. “Jughead… what is it? What did he do? Is he okay?”
“He’s okay.” Jughead quickly confirmed, almost in anger. “He… oh god, Y/N. I really am sorry, but Archie’s been cheating on you.”
You blinked, unsure if you’d heard his words correctly. Archie had done a lot of things recently, terrible things but despite everything you’d never been suspicious of him for that. You couldn’t quite believe Jughead, so you scoffed, glaring slightly, but you could feel your eyes watering. “What are you- what are you going on about, Jughead? You’re joking right? With who?” The words slipped past your lips, no filter as you stared.
You tried to ignore the look on Jughead’s face that only helped make your heart beat faster. “Ms. Grundy.” Jughead whispered and you froze.
“He’s cheating on you with Ms. Grundy.”
Your jaw fell open and without a thought, you pushed out of your seat and stormed out of Pop’s, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t want to believe Jughead. You couldn’t but something in the back of your head told you that he was telling the truth. Who had stood you up that night? Archie. Who had been there for you that night? Jughead. What reason would he have to lie to you?
“Y/N!” You heard Jughead but you ignored him, dead set on making your way.. where were you going? Archie’s. You needed to talk to him.
“Y/N! Please stop!” A hand grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you and turning you around. You didn’t fight, coming face to face with Jughead as you tried to hold in your tears. You stared at him, hurt and betrayed.
“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.
“Archie’s. I need to talk to him.” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm. “Please, let me go. I need- I need to talk to him.”
“I’m not going to stop you.” Jughead reassured, now grabbing both sides of your arms. You barely thought of the fact that Jughead hated skin contact. “I’m going with you.”
You nodded, too upset to say anything and shortly you found yourself in front of Archie’s house. The lights were off, but you knew Archie and you knew he liked to go out for late night walks, so you sat on his porch, waiting. Jughead sat beside you, close enough for comfort but not touching. You’d stopped crying but you knew it’d only last a few minutes before Archie’d show up.
“Y/N…? Jughead?” Snapping your head up, you swallowed your fear at the sight of a sweaty and panting Archie. Standing up and not missing the way Jughead fell in step beside you, standing slightly behind you.
“What are you two doing here?” Archie asked, confused and concern lacing his voice.
“I-I…” You tried but fell short, feeling tears coming back. Immediately Archie took a step forward, concerned but Jughead stood in front of you. Glaring at Archie. Archie blinked, confused.
“What’s wrong? Y/N? Tell me, I promise that i’ll protect you" You scoffed, suddenly angry as you carefully stepped in front of Jughead. He regarded you with a concerned look but all you did was nod, reassuring him.
Archie stared desperately at you.
“Archie… we’re through.” You said, confidence in your voice as you tried to hold down your tears. Archie’s shoulders slumped and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly.
“Archie.. I know you cheated on me.” You confessed, laughing bitterly at yourself. “Hell, maybe you still are. But we are through. I am tired of the lies, the cancelling, i’m tired of the sneaking. I tried. I tried to be understanding. I even forgave you when you stood me up! But not anymore!” Archie’s surprised and guilty face fell on Jughead, almost angrily before turning to you with soft eyes.
“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, staring at Archie clearly upset. You wiped pathetically at your tears. “With Ms. Grundy? Really, Archie? You’re… that’s so wrong. It doesn’t matter though, you’re none of my business anymore.”
You went to step around Archie, but his hand shot out to grab you, a little too aggressively. You gasped, before another hand shot out and pushed Archie back. You easily recognized the figure as Jughead. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”
Archie dropped his hands, taking a respect step back and you let out a breath you hadn’t know you’d been holding. Huffing. Jughead turned to you, allowing you to walk in front of him as he glared at Archie. Archie looked as if he was about to cry and you almost felt yourself breaking but you shook your head.
“I am sorry. Y/N.” You stopped, your back facing Archie as you whispered; “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”
Later, you found yourself sobbing against Jughead’s chest as he hugged you. You sniffled, wiping your tears as you pushed from the hug, staring at the tear stains on his jacket in shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered ashamed.
Jughead shook his head, hesitantly letting his hand fall on your cheek so you were looking at him. “I’m pathetic.” You mumbled, shaking your head.
“I think you’re worth much more than that.” Jughead whispered. You stared up into his eyes, finding an emotion you’d never seen there before. And then suddenly his lips fell on yours and you were leaning against him as he pressed against you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing your hands to fall on his neck as he held your face.
When you pulled away, you were panting but smiling shyly up at Jughead who smirked back. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”
“I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything, that in death you’re the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person, you’ve made all the wrong choices, and of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one. But I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon. I love you.”
DELENA FOREVER Appreciation Week | Day 3: Favorite Scene
“I wanted to apologize” “Good.” “Let me finish, I said I wanted to, and then I realized: I’m not sorry” “You would rather die than be human and you expect me to be okay with that?” “I didn’t say you were supposed to be okay with that, I just said I’m not sorry. But you know what I really am? Selfish; because I make bad choices that hurt you. Yes, I’d rather die than be human. I’d rather die right now than spend a handful of years with you, only to loose you when I’m too old, and sick, and miserable, and you’re still you. I’d rather die right now than spend my last final years remembering how good I had it and how happy I was because that’s who I am, Elena, and I’m not gonna change. And there’s no apology in the world that encompasses all the reasons that I’m wrong for you.” “Fine, then I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything; that in death you were the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person. You made all the wrong choices and of all the choices that I’ve made, this will prove to be the worst one, but I’m not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon. I love you.”
summary I love you. Have I told you that today? In any world, any place, any time we meet, I love you.
In which Marinette and Adrien meet throughout reincarnations.
word count 8831
a/n i legit wrote this 1.5 years ago and it’s just been sitting in my drafts 80% finished for a year. i finally finished it. thank g o d
hope you guys like it!
(i recommend reading on ao3 just cause the formatting is so much better)
“Do you ever think we’ll live again?” The little girl kicked her legs in the river. Her parents didn’t let her wander this far out, especially so late at night, but it was her secret spot. Their secret spot.
Because here, which was also conveniently not too far from her favorite bed of lilies, laid the best place to watch the stars.
Her companion rolled his eyes. “Duh,” he replied lazily. “Everyone reincarnates. Mama says I was a cat in my past life.”
“You are most definitely an animal.”
His eyes narrowed at the tense. “In my past life, Marinette.”
She shrugged. “Just telling you how I see it. Unlike you, Adrien, I was probably a princess.”
Adrien laughed, guffawing so hard he almost fell into the river. Marinette had half the mind to push him in, but even she wouldn’t go that far. Here, so far from the village, so dark at night, Adrien would probably be lost to the never ending current.
Her parents would kill her if they knew she and Adrien snuck out here this often.
But still, she couldn’t stop. Both of them were drawn to this area, to the stars that shined so brightly here.
Some believe the stars were Gods. Marinette didn’t know about that, but watching these beautiful lights, believing they were made of fate, the ones who guided the reincarnations, was a nice thought. After all, the stars twinkled. They must be watching them back.
Summary: Archie ditches his best friend (Y/N) to go to the Blossoms and she gets mad because it’s not the first time and runs away to her mother in Toledo. Archie is not the same once she leaves and Veronica pushes him to go with her brother Jughead.
Notes: Fluff and angst
A/N: Requests are open
changed Archie and I’m tired of it, you ditch me for people like Cheryl
Blossom! I’m sorry but I can’t be your constant plan B. This person in front of
me is not my best friend since childhood, this is someone else, and I don’t
like him.” These were the last words you spoke to
Archie Andrews, the guy of your dreams.
He had ditched your weekly movie evening to
go to the Blossoms. It was not the first time he did this and you were tired of
him ditching you for other people, he was supposed to be your best friend. But
him breaking the most important tradition of your friendship? That was the last
straw, you packed your bags, called your mom and got the cheapest ticket to the
bus to Toledo. You were now on it, your head resting against the window, staring
at the lights of the town of Riverdale fade behind you.
Meanwhile, Archie Andrews was in his room,
sitting on his bed with his head in his hands and tear strained eyes. He knew
that he had hurt you but he thought you would get over it until Jughead had
entered the bedroom saying that his sister, (Y/N), had left for Toledo. At that
moment, Archie knew that he had messed up for real.
Now, he regretted it. He was heartbroken,
you had left him and he didn’t do anything to stop you from leaving. He loved
you, so why didn’t he stop you. You were gone now, probably half way to Toledo
already. He tried calling you but you didn’t answer. It was midnight now, Archie
knew he should go to sleep but he needed to hear her voice one last time, even
if it was just through a phone. So, he called you. The phone rang but you didn’t
answer then, the beeping on Archie’s phone stopped and your cheery voice
sounded through the speaker, “Hey, this is (Y/N) Jones, I’m not available right
now so leave a voicemail, a text or something like that. I’ll try to get back
to you ASAP. Bye!” hearing your voice, Archie’s eyes welled up for the third
time that night, “Hey (Y/N), it’s Archie, please call me back, I miss you.” He recorded
his voice with a sad tone.
You woke up the next morning by a voice on
the speaker saying that you had arrived in Toledo. You looked at your phone at
saw 47 new messages from Archie, 32 new messages from your brother, 5 messages
from Veronica, 11 messages from Betty, 26 missed calls and voicemails from
Jughead and 12 missed calls and voicemails from Archie. Sighing, you exited the
train with your baggage and looked for your mother. Scanning the crowd, you
spotted a teenager, the spitting image of Jughead at her age, just a girl
version. She was trying to look over the heads of the crowd and looking for
“Jellybean!” you exclaimed, waving at her.
She looked towards you and a smile crept onto her face.
“(Y/N)!” she said, hugging you tightly. “It’s
been so long, I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too JB. Look at you! You’ve
grown into a beautiful girl!” you smiled, “Where’s mom?”
“She’s waiting in the car.” She pointed
towards the parking lot.
“Well, let’s go.” You said, walking behind
Jellybean to get to the car. She stopped in front of a black Kia. Your mom was
sitting in the driver’s seat, she hadn’t seen you yet. She hadn’t changed at
all, just aged a tiny bit.
You knocked on the window, surprising your
mother. She opened the window and greeted you, unlocking the car so that you
could get in. Once you were inside, she started driving and catching up since
the moment she left, asking about Jughead, FP and Archie. You had to tell her
about why you left and she immediately discovered your secret, you were in love
with Archie. It was the only reasonable reasoning for your action, sure you
were stabbed in the back but you wouldn’t have had had such an explosive
reaction if you didn’t love him. You knew that you missed him but you leaving
was going to do you good.
On the other hand, Archie was destroyed by
your running away. He showed up to school lacking any emotion other than
despair. Everybody in the group could see how much you had affected him,
without you he lost all optimism, all happiness. He was in terrible shape,
having breakdowns when he saw something that reminded him of you, not talking
A few weeks later, Archie had not gotten
much better but at least he was now talking to the gang and stopped having
breakdowns. (Y/N) Jones was still an off-limit subject until, Veronica Lodge
got tired of his moping around and concocted a plan to get (Y/N) back. It
started by initiating a conversation bluntly about (Y/N), more specifically her
feelings for him.
“(Y/N) was in love with you Archie Andrews!”
she yelled out of the blue. Betty, Jughead and Kevin stared at her with their
eyes wide and their jaws dropped while Archie just brought his eyes up from his
“What?” he asked after her words had sunken
in, “That’s not possible, she’s never acted like she felt anything.”
“That’s because you’re both two freaking
oblivious to see that you like each other!” Veronica exclaimed.
“Fine, she likes me, but it’s too late, she’s
gone.” he said dejectedly, stirring his milkshake.
“These beauties don’t tell me that” she
smirked, sliding two pieces of paper towards the redhead. They were tickets to
and back from Toledo.
A look of realization hit his face when he
read them, “you want me to go to Toledo?”
“Yes. The second ticket is for Jughead, he
might be able to help. Now go! The train leaves in Three hours, go pack.” She smiled,
shooing them away.
“Thank you, Veronica, you’re the best.” He
said grabbing his teddy, leaving the both to prepare to go see his crush.
The train had just arrived in Toledo,
Jughead had the address and the duo took a taxi to (Y/N).
After 40 minutes in the taxi, the boys
pulled up in front of big house with the word Jones written on the mailbox.
Exiting the yellow car, the two of them shared a look, both nervous for
different reasons. They walked up the stone path and got to the big wooden
“I’ll ring the doorbell.” Jughead told
Archie, pressing the small button.
The boys hear a “Coming!” followed by feet
walking down stairs loudly. (Y/N) swung the door open, and her jaw dropped when
she saw who was at the door.
“Who is it sweetie?” a voice asked from
inside the house. You still stood there speechless, your mom, curious walked to
the door. Seeing her son, she hugged him as hard as she could. “Juggie.”
“Mom.” He said, wrapping his arms around
(Y/N) had retrieved her voice and told Archie,
“Let’s give them some alone time, come on.” You led him up to your bedroom.
While you were walking up the stairs, you
heard your sister yell Jughead’s name and smiled at the possibility of a
reunited family. When you reached your room, you gestured for Archie to sit on
the bed with you.
“Listen Archie, I-” he cut you off
“No, you listen this time. It’s my turn to
give you a speech.” He told you, taking your hands in his “When you left me to
come here, it completely destroyed me. I didn’t know what to do, I had lost all
the positivity that was ever in my life. I looked around and everything
reminded me of you, I lost my ability to play, to sing. Don’t you get it (Y/N)?
My life revolves around you and I wouldn’t want it any other way. (Y/N) (L/N),
I have fallen head over heels in love with you and I really hope you can
forgive me for what I’ve did because I can’t live with myself knowing that I
hurt you. I am so terribly sorry (Y/N). I love you.”
For the second time today, you were
speechless. You couldn’t speak so you acted. Cupping his face gently, you
kissed him. The kiss was slow and powerful. Your lips melted together perfectly,
mixing as though they were made for each other. He grabbed your hips, pulling
you onto his lap still kissing you. You pulled away slightly, your foreheads touching
as well as your noses.
“I love you too.” You whispered, smiling. He
smiled back and connected your lips back together.
“Hey Arch- Oh my God! PDA! PDA! That’s my
sister dude!” Jughead yelled.
“GET OUT!” you both screamed, Jughead not
wanting to see anymore closed the door and left you to do your own business.