i found it in the way too school

anonymous asked:

andrew is such an emo and the only thing to make him Feel since he found neil was when mcr broke up and u know he sat and listened from bullets through to conventional weapons in one sitting way too loudly and it annoyed tf out of neil but like. he lets his boy mourn before he tells him to shut the fuck up with that emo shit

IMC RYIGGN BC THIS WAS ME I WAS INCONSOLABLE MY MUM HAD TO PHONE THE SCHOOL TO SAY THERE HAD BEEN A DEATH IN THE FAMILY AND I COULDN’T GO IN THAT DAY

also the image of andrew listening to anything on the danger days album is pure gold i can’t imagine him putting up with any of it esp summertime (”you can run away with me anytime you want” like fuck u can

Hum so since there is always the concern with young aces, or teens identifying as ace, I wanted to share a story with some ace blogs.

When I was 12, we had a sex ed sessions. Not going to enter the details, but it was overall horrible, and I honestly didn’t have any interest in it and it was pretty obvious. I don’t know how it happened, but my lack of interest was reported to my head teacher who called me in his office. The first thing he told to a 12 yo who wasn’t interested in sex was “were you abused?”

In hindsight, it came from a good sentiment, but it’s pretty telling if it’s abnormal not to be interested in sex at 12. Adults, teachers, saw me as broken, because I wasn’t interested in sex. It was obviously not normal! And “abuse” the only possible explanation.

I didn’t have the words back then - whether asexual or even sex-repulsed - so I couldn’t explain myself. In a class of rougly 30 12/13 years old kids, I was the only one with such a lack of interest.

So, when I see people asking “I’m 14, can I be ace or am I too young?” I remember the insistance this teacher had that I had to be interested, when I was only 12. While, yes, at 14 you could be a late-bloomer, you could also be ace and stay that way. I only discovered the word half through college, but I was definitely already ace back in middle school. So, from my point of view, it’s great you already found the word! Things’ll be less confusing for you, especially in high school.

Hope it can help. Sorry for the weird English!

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Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken


~ Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, sexual content, hints of smut, nsfw.

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“Where is she?” Theo fumed as he ran after Scott. He was on his way towards the cafeteria, in hopes of getting rid of Theo since he’s been asking about your presence at least three times just this morning.

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What's Bloodborne's Plot?

So this ancient underground civilization™ thought it would be pretty rad to make a deal with some aliens and take their blood, but surprise, it actually wasn’t a good idea at all! Turns out the blood was in fact bad for humans and turned them into beasts. At some point the aliens got bored or something or maybe it was just really stuffy underground, so they left the ancient underground civilization™ and looked for new things to play with (all except Ebrietas because either the other aliens didn’t want her to come or she really liked living in the dark, cold, damp ruins of a dying race, who knows). Things went a bit downhill from then and everyone underground either turned mad or turned beast.

Anyway some years or decades or centuries later someone was like “let’s build a gothic city with as many superfluous ornamentation as we can think of” and others were like “yeah okay” and they built Yharnam right on top of the ancient underground civilization™’s former homes. There was also a school and of course it was bound to happen that the pupils stumbled across those ancient homes at some point (tho no one knows how, maybe one of them stubbed their toe against some weird monolith that came out of the ground and it turned out to be the entrance to the old labyrinths). Down there they found traces of the aliens and since they didn’t know that most aliens are evil and want to overtake the world, they decided to research them instead of calling it a day and never coming back.

There were two people in the school that were a bit more important than the rest. One of them was principal Willem, who just sat in his chair all day and waited for the aliens to abduct him because he found them so cool. The other one was Laurence and he’s like “let’s take this blood and make a religion out of it.” and principal Willem was like “no Laurence this is a really horrible idea” and then Laurence was like “Pshhh whatever.” and he went to found the healing church. And since Willem only sat in his chair all day he couldn’t follow and stop him.

So Laurence and his church became pretty popular in Yharnam and the blood they took from the aliens healed all kinds of diseases and people came from far and wide to get an injection with the blood because hepatitis hadn’t been invented yet. But as we all know the blood turned people into beasts, so Laurence was like “oh fuck” and called his friend Gehrman to hunt and kill those beasts so the rest of the populace could take their blood and transform in peace.

Like that the Hunter’s Workshop was founded and did some pretty nasty things, until one day Laurence was like “actually you know what I don’t need you anymore, I made a new gang of hunters, with black ones and white ones.” and Gehrman was so pissed about it that he made contact with one of the aliens and immediately got trapped in a dream world. Stupid Gehrman.
There was also this other dude called Micolash who was friends with Laurence at first and helped him with research and alien-ology. But then got bored and founded his own school. It was much fancier than that of Willem because Mico had rituals and sacrifices and neat headwear. Somewhere along the way he fucked up tho and contacted an alien, too, and of course promptly got trapped in a dream world. Those people never learn.


Anyway, meanwhile in the waking world Laurence realized that maybe, eventually, there could be a slight chance that the blood wasn’t good after all because the whole city had gone nuts. There are beasts and crazy people and crazy beast people and there is really no way to save things anymore.
Enter The Hunter, a poor soul who just wanted some blood treatment and somehow got dragged into the whole thing of beast hunting. After overcoming several obstacles, including a really sad priest, multiple screaming gigantic dogs, Good Ol’ Micolash Himself and progressively weirder-looking aliens, The Hunter is left with the choice of dying, also getting trapped in a dream or being turned into a squid. The latter is the best option because you still get to be with The Waifu.

Anonymous said: Okay, but imagine this: you and Jeff getting your ears pierced together and picking out earrings for each other every year.

Originally posted by palepastelgoth


JEFF X READER

The whole thing started all because you and your best friend Tony had had a pact to get your first tattoos together. You were merely Freshmen in high school, but Tony knew a tattoo artist who didn’t care about parental consent which is how you found yourself during Spring Break getting stars tattooed behind your ear. 

But then as time passed and you really started to pay attention to other people that weren’t Tony, you found yourself fast friends with none other than Jeff Atkins. He was well on his way to becoming quite the popular boy during your Sophomore year in high school, and were quite surprised when that friendship evolved into a romantic relationship. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Jeff needles one day. “You and Tony have a special bond because you got tattoos together. I want something like that with you, too.”

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The Secret (9)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve;

Baekhyun could feel his heartbeat pounding hard against his chest, loud and fast as he slowly weaved through the chairs towards you and a shy Zoe. He’d never felt this nervous for anything in his life, not even when he debuted and performed at his first showcase with the rest of EXO. He didn’t want to mess this up: his daughter was too important and this was his chance to make up for the years he’d lost.

He introduced himself cheerfully, trying not to let his nerves shine through his voice. He flashed his daughter a bright smile that he hoped would comfort her a little. On the inside however, his stomach was doing somersaults.

“I’m your dad.”

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Unmarked

Soulmate au oneshot full of Marichat

AO3

They always thought they’d be alone forever. There had been stories of people whose soulmate mark didn’t appear by their thirteenth birthday, but for their first thirteen years Marinette and Adrien thought it was only a story. When their birthdays came and passed, they knew.

Sometimes Adrien felt like that’s why his mother left, because he was defective. He thought maybe that’s why his father became cold. He felt truly lucky to at least have Nathalie, who was the closest thing to a parental figure in his life. Maybe the lack of a mark was why his father forbid him from attending school, to protect him from the ridicule and hate. It took years to convince his father to let him attend school. Whenever magazines asked about his mark, he lied and said it was a secret. Nobody speculated that he didn’t have one for two reasons; one, a lot of famous people refused to reveal their marks, and two, it was practically unheard of to not have one. The last case of an unmarked person was decades ago in the United States; there was no documentation of an unmarked in Paris in all of history.

Marinette’s family was much more understanding. They gave her options and kept their promise of unconditional love. Instead of being forced to hide, Marinette chose to be open. She did not advertise her lack of a mark, but whenever someone asked she told the truth. Some were disgusted, others confused. The bakery even lost some customers but her parents never blamed her for that. She wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt her but she was determined to make the most of it. Years of consoling words from her parents prepared her for a lonely life.

Then a misunderstood blond gave her an umbrella and everything changed. For the first time ever she felt a romantic attraction, a craving for love.

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|| True Love ||

[prompt: soulmate au where you and your soulmate are connected by a visible red string where only a few people can see.]

ohhh boy, this is going to be told in a different way than most of my other peter parker imagines in that there is a third character involved (much like how ||a different story|| was) and how it is based on reader and peter’s relationship through THEIR eyes.

Once you read the story, you’ll know what I mean ;)

warnings: none

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only tags: @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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Flash never knew the reason why he was given this ‘gift’ of being able to see everyone’s red string of fate.

Now, being a sophomore in high school, Flash didn’t need to worry about seeing any of the red strings connected to anyone else since everyone was too young to have found their soulmate at such an early age. Sure, it was an annoyance to see the constant bits of red in his periphery, but in a way, the young man was used to it.

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talk shit, get hit

genre: delinquent!au

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 3,021 words

author’s note: part of a Johnny/Jaehyun collab with @chipsandwaffles . Go read Johnny’s part here it doesn’t disappoint. 

And remember, Say No to Double J™ 

*explicit language, read at your own discretion*

Originally posted by wonwoosvt

opening line: “Rules are simply restrictions passed down from past generations to limit us from doing what they couldn’t do in their lifetimes.” 

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Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 1)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles x Reader 

(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now? 

Word count: 2547

Next part: part 2 

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“Have a nice day,”  my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.

“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.

I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.

I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.

So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´

I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.

The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.

“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”

“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.

“I’m Lydia by the way.”

“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.

“228,” I said before she could even ask me.

“How did you know?”

“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.

“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.

“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”

“Uhm, it’s a five,”

“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:

I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.

I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.

I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”

“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.

“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”

“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”

“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.

“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.

“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.

I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.

“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…

“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.

Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.

“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out

and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.

Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.

I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”

“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.

“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.

“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.

“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.

“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.

I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.

“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.

“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.

“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.

After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.

“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.

We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.

“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.

“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under  baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.

“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.

“Then we have Lydia.”

“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.

“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.

“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.

“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.

“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.

“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.

“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.

After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.

“Well, I love sushi.” I said.

“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.

“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.

“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.

“I see you made a friend.” she said.

“Yeah.” I said happily and she drove off.

The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

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stop, my sweet. I whisper to myself. stop. please. I plead at times. I’m growing, and yet I’m in the same place. Like a houseplant in perfect sun. 

I don't love you. I don’t want to. I won’t settle.

I’d rather sleep with all the windows open in 19 degree weather than keep them all closed and suffocate in the lukewarm stagnant air. 

10 years ago, I struggled to understand my place in a catholic high school with too many people who didn’t care about me because they were too busy caring about themselves. 5 years ago, I was fresh out of college with a beautiful sort of depth, that found me in New York on roof tops being admired and admiring, and in the back of cabs that felt like the first roller coaster I ever rode. 

I’ve never truly understood the concept of a partner, but my seemingly never ending craving for one has educated me in a way that seems fitting. 

Hold on. my sweet. We may be too young. I’ve whispered to myself. I’ve loved across distance. The distance disappears when the person on the other end leaves. 

Push, please. 

What if. It’s the most damaging start to an end I’ve ever known. I put too much stock in the initial touch of my hands to someone who I find a feeling towards. 

I have to survive. And I’m nearly sure I have to shed a part of me that houses more fear than strength. I’m sure. 

here’s my very own teacher crush playlist!! most songs can be found on iTunes, Youtube, or Spotify!! i hope you like it xo


1. More Of You -Mozella

2. Love -Lana Del Rey

3. Work -Charlotte Day Wilson

4. Boarding School -Lana Del Rey

5. Lovefool -The Cardigans

6. Without You -Lana Del Rey

7. Campus -Vampire Weekend

8. Lowlife -That Poppy

9. Born Too Late -The Poni-Tails

10. Older -Birdy

11. I Want You -Marian Hill

12. The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey

13. Religion -Lana Del Rey

14. One Way or Another -Blondie

15. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? -She & Him

16. Academia -Sia

Cough Syrup - Jughead Jones

listen to the song here

Life’s too short to even care at all, oh

I’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control, oh oh

These fishes in the sea they’re staring at me oh oh

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

Seven years ago

“Juggie!” The boy turned, but barely had the chance to even manage a smile, you’d already caught up to him, and stolen the grey beanie from the top of his head.  “Mom said I can go home with you today” You told him, and he grinned.

“Good! You can finally come see my new room! We painted it over in a new color” The eight year old boy responded, and you grinned and nodded excitedly.

“Guys you always leave me behind!” You both turned, as a panting Archie ran to catch up with you on the sidewalk.

“Sorry Arch but you’re just too slow” Jughead said.

“Yeah, even I’m not that slow” You said.  “That’s why I get to wear the hat” You grinned cheekily, and the red haired boy rolled his eyes.

“No.  You wear the hat ‘cause Jug’s all in love with you” Again, you grinned, and hooked your arm through Jughead’s.

“Well that’s why we got married” You said like it was obvious.

“But you told me that we had to wait” Jughead stuck out a pouty lip.

“Only because my Mom said it’s not legal because we’re too young” You told him.  “But when we’re eighteen, we can get married” You said, and he smiled again quickly.  “Ooh! Can we get married at Pop’s!?” You asked excitedly.

“Yeah! We can use the onion rings as the wedding rings!” Jughead exclaimed, proud of himself for coming up with such a good idea.

If I could find a way to see this straight

I’d run away

To some fortune that I, I should have found by now

Present day

“I just don’t get it.  Why’s she go crawling back to him when he’s clearly a douche” You said, putting popcorn in your mouth.  Jughead rolled his eyes.  You both were at the Twilight Drive In, watching whatever chick flick was showing tonight because hey, Jughead worked here, so it was free.  You were pretty much here every night, but tonight was the last night that it was open.  You were sat in the back of Kevin’s truck, you between both boys.

“Sounds vaguely familiar” The boy with the crown beanie said, referring to your sleazy boyfriend Reggie.

“Oh shut it Jones” You said, swatting his arm, and looking to Kevin to back you up.

“He’s got a point” Kevin said, and you narrowed your eyes at him.  “Well I mean if he was a good- where is he tonight?”

“I can’t hang out with my friends?” You defended.

“Well when was the last time you hung out with Reggie?” Jughead asked you, and again your narrowed your eyes.

“Just today in school-”

“No like a date.  You know.  That thing couples do” You rolled your eyes now, tired of always having this conversation.  You weren’t mad at either of them, of course not.  If anything you were mad at yourself.  Because you knew they were right.

I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down,

Come down

Jughead walked home with you, a backpack with all of his belongings on his back.  Since the Drive In was getting bulldozed today, you’d told him to come spend the night with you, and that you’d figure out a better situation later.  Right now all you could think of was Archie’s house, but Jug and Archie haven’t been doing too hot, and you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“So, how’re you feeling?” You asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know I guess.  I feel like it hasn’t really clicked” He told you honestly, and you nodded in understanding.

“I wish you could just live with me” You said, entering your neighborhood now.  “But mom didn’t really like that idea of mine” You chuckled a little.  A bitter and sad one.

“Yeah me too” Jughead gave you a slight smile, which made you feel a little better.  “I’ll figure something out though” He said, hooking an arm over your shoulders.  “I always do” You leaned your head against the side of his shoulder, staying silent as you walked like this.  After a few moments, he took his hat off.  Then set it on your head, tugging it down over your ears so you’d stay warm.  For some reason you never planned your outfits for the chilly weather of Riverdale.

When you got home, there was a note on the door from your Mom.  Saying that she went to bed and that Jughead best be sleeping in the guest room.  You’d laughed softly upon reading it, and kicked off your shoes.  Jughead did the same, and followed you into the kitchen.

“I’m getting water you want anything? Something to eat or drink?”

“That’s alright I’m fine” He replied as you filled your glass.  “Has Reggie ever been here?” He didn’t really know why he asked this, or why it mattered, but for some reason he wanted to know.

“Um.. no? Why?” You asked, taking a drink of your water.

“Well I was just thinking, Kevin and Archie and Betty and I have been in and out of this house our whole lives, and you’ve been dating Reggie for like.. Two months now and he’s never been inside?”

“I-I don’t know we never have the time” You said, shaking your head and walking out of the kitchen.  Jughead followed you again.

“Well maybe he should make the time-”

“Jug why does any of this matter?” You asked.

“Because that’s what people who love each other do they make the time to be together why do you think I’m always dragging you to Pop’s and the Drive In?” He raised his voice, not really yelling because he knew your mother was asleep upstairs.  You stared at him for a moment, swallowing thickly and setting your water down on the coffee table.  “I’m sorry that was out of-”

You reached forward, cupping his face between your hands and pulling his lips down to meet yours.  It was like instinct to him, pulling you closer and tangling a hand up in your hair, his hat falling off of your head.

“Reggie and I don’t love each other” You mumbled, lips brushing against his slightly.  Jughead looked from your lips to your eyes

It was quiet for a few moments, until you both smiled slightly and pulled away.  You wanted to kiss again, you both did honestly, but that would be wrong.  You were technically still dating Reggie.

“Let’s go upstairs” You said quietly, and he nodded, lifting up his backpack and walking with you up the stairs.  You sorta pointed to where the guest room, and he nodded, entering and looking around.  You stood at the doorway, watching as he was inspecting the room.  “There used to be a monster under the bed, but Mom said that she exterminated it a few years ago” The boy chuckled, setting his bag by the bed.

“I’m uh… I’m gonna go change for bed” You jerked your thumb over your shoulder, and Jughead nodded.  You shut his door and walked into your own room, closing your door behind you.  You took in a few deep breaths, assessing everything that had just happened in the past half hour.  Your head buzzed and it wasn’t until you were in sleep shorts and a tee shirt, that you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror.  The beanie had managed to stay on your head.  Barely, Jughead had nearly pulled it off, but it rested there on top of your messy hair.

You giggled to yourself with giddiness, again your thoughts rushing over what your day had been like.  Somehow Reggie making out with you earlier in the crowded hallway, was nothing compared to Jughead sweetly kissing you in the empty living room.

Life’s too short to even care at all,

I’m coming up now, coming up now out of the blue,

These zombies in the park they’re looking for my heart,

A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

Jughead was laying on the guest bed, he’d stayed overnight before, but it was a long time ago, when Archie and him would share this bed after a long day of playing outside and at the park.  When you’d all grown up, your parents weren’t exactly happy about hormonal teenagers sharing a bed.

He was on phone, typing away at the document that his novel was on, but once he’d written nearly a whole chapter about the beautiful y/n l/n, he’d decided maybe he wasn’t in the right mindset to be working on it.  So he’d shut off his phone, and slid it up on the bedside table.  It took a long time to even remotely get tired, his brain working overtime thinking about the events of the night.  He could also hear you walking around your room, probably pacing as you studied, like always.  Super late, and moving erratically around your room.  Here and there he’d hear your voice, but not the words.  Also something you commonly did while studying something.  But eventually he was drifting off to sleep to your ramblings about something unknown to him.

A few minutes later, his door creaked open.  “Jug?” You called softly, and he hummed, not bothering to open his eyes because he knew it was you.  “Can I come in?” He nodded, humming again, and you entered on your tiptoes, shutting the door silently behind you, as not to alert your mother that you were in a closed room with a boy.  She’s a parent, she worries.

“Y’ okay?” Jughead mumbled.

“Mhm” You said, coming further into the room.  “Can- can I-”

“Sure” He moved back on the bed, and finally opened his eyes as you slipped under the covers.  You were still wearing his hat, and brought the slightest of smiles to his lips.  “Study good?” He asked as you rolled on your side to be facing him.

“Um no I wasn’t studying” You said.  He looked down at the glimpse of movement, and caught you wringing your hands together.  You were nervous.  “I um, I… I called Reggie” You said, teeth sinking into your lip.  

“Okay” Jughead replied, unsure of what to say to you.

“Life’s too short to be caring about the wrong people”

If I could find a way to see this straight

I’d run away

To some fortune that I, I should have found by now

You were walking to school the next Monday morning, in leggings and a blue jean jacket over to your red and black striped tee shirt.  Your converse skipped here and there along the sidewalk.

And oh, how could I forget, you had a grey crown beanie on your head.

Until Jughead pulled it off and secured back onto his raven head of hair.  You pouted at him, and he smirked.

“Sorry y/n, trust me I love when you wear it, but I’m not putting myself lower on the social class chart than I already am” You rolled your eyes, pecking your lips to his cheek quickly, and turning his smirk into a smile.

“I get it on the way home?”

“It’s not a child and we aren’t it’s divorced parents” He chuckled, and you giggled too.

“But was that a yes?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the smile he wore gave you your answer, and you grinned back.

School was a normal routine.  Lockers, classes, lunch, classes, student lounge.  The lounge being where you were sat now, across from Veronica, and surprisingly Archie.  You hadn’t really talked to the ginger in a while, but it was nice catching up, like old friends.  Jughead would be with you soon, which you were slightly anxious about, seeing that the two boys hadn’t talked since the summer.

And you were right to say that Jughead was set back a bit when he came up to your table and saw Archie Andrews sitting across from you, the three of you laughing.  So he did the only thing he knew he did well.  He approached the table, placed a hand on your back, and the moment you turned he kissed you.  Instantly you knew he wasn’t happy, (Juggie was not one for PDA) and Archie and Veronica’s brows shot up, having not known you were together.

“Took you long enough” You said, smiling unintentionally while he slid into the seat next to you.

“Should’ve hustled” He mumbled, but it was audible to the whole table.  Veronica, to spare the awkwardness, dove into a conversation with you about going to the mall that weekend.  You smiled and talked to her about it, making plans to ask Betty and it could be a girls day.

Your hand was squeezing Jughead’s under the table.

And so I run now to the things they said could restore me

Restore life the way it should be

I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down

Two and a half months.  Two and a half months since the drive in was closed down.  Two and a half months of your and Jughead’s relationship being a thing.  Two and a half months of fixing things between Archie.  Two and a half months of just good days after school in the lounge and at Pop’s.  It was a simple happiness really.

You were currently invested in a book at the usual booth at Pop’s, sitting across from Jughead.  Well you would be when he got here, you’d decided to come sorta early to get some extra reading in, and Pop’s was such a nice environment that you didn’t mind.

You hadn’t really heard the bell on the door, indicating that someone had come into the diner.  But soon someone walked to your table ad sat down across from you.  You glanced up from your book, eyes widening slightly when you saw Jughead across from you.  Wearing a button down, but unbuttoned green and black flannel, with dark jeans.  But most of all that stood out was that he wasn’t wearing his hat.

“Hi..?” Jughead’s brows furrowed as you just stared at him, lips parted in surprise.

“Nice- I mean hi!” You shook your head.  “Y-you look nice what’s the occasion?” You stumbled out your words, which made him chuckle.

“You look lovely as well” You looked down at your regular jeans and sweater, with ratty converse on your feet.

“Um-?” You gave a funny face, and he shook his head, smiling at you genuinely

“Tonight’s a special date” He said, setting his elbows up on the table, you did too, letting him hold your hands up between you.

“It is?” You asked, suddenly worried.  Was it an anniversary? His birthday?

“Two and a half months” He told you, and you raised a brow.  “Of enduring dating you, and living in Archie’s house” You smiled, a laugh leaving your lips as well.

“Enduring dating me? Jug I’m so low maintenance” You said, and he chuckled.  “And if you’d told me that you wanted to celebrate half month anniversaries, I could’ve dressed nicer” He squeezed your hands gently.

“I think you look beautiful” You rolled your eyes to hide the blush, but he saw it anyway.  “And I was thinking to celebrate, tonight we keep ordering milkshakes until one of us passes out-”

“I love you too” You blurted, and Jughead’s lips parted slightly.  “I never- you sorta… sorta said it and-”

“And I meant it” He told you.  “Look, y/n I know I don’t say a whole lot of things like… like that, but I do, and it’s important that you know that”

“I do” You said, smiling softly.

“Good” Jughead grinned, just as Pop came over and took your orders.

One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa

You had a hand on your stomach while Jughead had his arm around your back, hand lying on your waist as you two walked home from Pop’s

“Six milkshakes” You groaned.  “I think I’m gonna puke”

“Eight y/n” Jug whined back, and the two of you practically leaned your weight on each other while stumbling slowly along the walk.  

“Why was this a good idea?”

“I don’t remember” Your head fell against his shoulder, whining some more and his arm held you tighter.

“Hey, would you be mad if I went back to Archie’s too and crashed on the couch?” Jughead shook his head, turning to look at you and his nose coming into contact with your forehead.  You hummed slightly, and he left a kiss there on your head.

“Yeah not at all” He said, and you leaned on him again, this time staying there.  “I love you” A small smile graced your lips, and you slowed your walk to a stop, in front of Archie’s driveway.  You turned in front of him, and your hands rested against his jaw, fingers curled at his neck.

“I love you too” You murmured back, and he wrapped both arms around your waist, smiling as he ducked his lips down to meet yours.  “A lot” You added when you pulled apart, your thumb resting on the front of his chin.  His lips quirked in a smile, and he tugged you against him, cradling your head against his chest.  “You’re the best second grade husband ever”

“Yeah and you’re the best second grade wide ever”

One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa

Language

Originally posted by chloeternal

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

Steve x Young!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Young!Reader using strong language


“So, you are (Y/N) but you are not Mr Stark?” The headteacher asked as he looked from you to Steve.

“No, he had to go to a meeting.” He explained awkwardly, wishing you’d be a little politer as he pushed your feet off the man’s desk.

“May I ask… have you thought of perhaps… private education?” The man asked as you looked at him like a bored cat and rolled your eyes.

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Cravings (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader and jughead are dating and she’s pregnant and has weird pregnancy cravings like dipping her fries in ice cream (LOL i do this a lot) and Jughead teases her for it but still goes out of his way to get it for her? LOL just cute fluffy stuff. Thank you!! I really liked your other imagines too, especially ‘Clingy’! Too cute!! <3

 A/N: So I’ve aged all the characters for this one! So everyone’s about 18-19 years old. I enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it. Requests are Welcome!

Warning: Mention of Underage Drinking, high school pregnancy? 

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Cravings (Jughead x Reader) 

Senior year. It was supposed to be a chilled year and it was. 

Until you found out you were pregnant. 

You were terrified but told your boyfriend of 2 years, who just held you tightly. 

-

You were already living together as your parents had moved due to a new job and Jughead had been staying with you prior. 

They had let you two find a small apartment within Riverdale to finish school and you called that home. 

 When he found out, he was shocked at first. 

You two weren’t very sexual creatures and had sex only a few times but always made sure to take precautions. 

But Ronnie and Cheryl had thrown a huge party, both forcing you two to go. 

You both had a couple drinks and one thing led to another. Neither of you had thought strange of it and shrugged it off, not realizing you hadn’t used a condom. 

Until you started getting sick all the time. 

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In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 (you are here), part 6, based on @skygemspeaks’s prompt



Previously: As soon as Yuuri has settled into his role as Prince Victor’s personal bodyguard, his childhood friend Prince Phichit appears. Yuuri fears for his secret, as there is no doubt that his friend will be more than surprised to find Yuuri here, in the palace of the Nikiforovs.

Yuuri’s blood runs cold when he hears the crier announce the incoming royal.

“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”

Of all the royals that could possibly be visiting during Yuuri’s tenure here, the only one that could possibly be worse than Phichit would be Mari. He and Prince Phichit (affectionately dubbed Phichan by a three year old Yuuri) have been friends since Phichit was born, and there’s no one in the world that knows Yuuri better. They played together as children, and rode together during their many visits to each other’s respective kingdoms. They even lived together for a time, when they took a few years to travel for their schooling. In fact, it’s not uncommon (or wasn’t uncommon, Yuuri guiltily thinks) for the two of them to sleep in the same bed; they’ve been doing it since they were children. At one point Yuuri’s parents had even wondered whether the two of them should be betrothed, but they both vehemently refused. They were much better off as friends, they knew. Besides, Phichit is in love with one of his guards, which Yuuri mercilessly teases (teased) him about regularly.

Yuuri has no doubt that Phichit has been made aware of his disappearance, but he also remembers writing the boy several letters when Mari first started to pull away. He can only hope that when– not if –Phichit recognizes him, that he manages to put the two together before he exposes Yuuri.

Luckily, Victor is still not here (though he will be soon) and the Tzar is overseeing Prince Yuri’s lessons after one too many ditching attempts. For once, Yuuri is alone in the throne room.

By the time Phichit and his entourage (Seung-Gil, Leo, and Guang-Hong, all of whom Yuuri knows well) arrive in a throne room, Yuuri is kneeling, as is proper. He’s sweating from nerves, and it’s all he can do to keep his voice from shaking when he speaks in Phichit’s native language, accent near perfect from years of practice.

“I formally apologize for making you wait. His Highness will be here soon, so please, make yourself comfortable.”

He hears Phichit’s sharp intake of breath and knows he’s been found out. “On your feet, soldier. Let me see your face.”

Slowly, so slowly, Yuuri rises to face him. He can hear footsteps coming from a direction of Victor’s bedchambers, and meets Phichit’s eyes desperately. In the few seconds that it takes for Victor and Otabek to reach a throne room, the two of them reach a silent agreement, a complex conversation that’s only possible because of how well they know each other.

A wide-eyed, desperate look. I’ll explain everything, I promise.

A look of disbelief. Yuuri, is it really you?

Lowered eyes for just a second. Later. I’ll tell you everything, just please play along.

The barest hint of tears. I missed you.

Bowed head. …I missed you too, Phichan.

A hand on the shoulder. You’ll explain later?

A tiny nod. I swear.

A light squeeze on the shoulder before pulling away. Okay.

The other three pairs of eyes widen in recognition as well, but they stay silent. If their prince isn’t going to say anything, Yuuri is sure that they won’t either; those men are nothing if not loyal.

“Yuuri,” Victor whines, jumping on his back with his entire bodyweight. “I missed you!”

Yuuri can’t help but glance over at Phichit self-consciously. The boy looks amused, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. Yuuri can read him like a book, but he can’t afford to react any differently from how he normally would, or Otabek may suspect something.

He pries Victor off gently but firmly. “Victor, you’re being extremely rude. Besides, it’s been less than an hour since I saw you last.”

“An hour too long,” Victor says, kissing Yuuri’s hand dramatically. Yuuri privately agrees with him, but that’s an issue for another time, especially since Victor is just teasing. “Though I suppose you’re right. I apologize, Your Highness. Welcome back to our palace. I assume that your trip went without issue?”

“Of course.” Phichit says with a mischievous smile, glancing at Yuuri for a fraction of a second. “I’m more than glad to be back, especially now that I’m finally here. I see you’ve inducted a new member of your staff.”

Victor’s grin is blinding, and Yuuri doesn’t know how to process it. He’s noticed that Victor carries himself like a man who has known loneliness; it seems as though he’s attached to Yuuri in the same way that a child would attach itself to a blanket. “Isn’t he great? So polite and well behaved. I’m proud to call him my personal bodyguard.”

“May I ask his name?” Phichit’s eyes sparkle with concealed mirth that Yuuri is sure only he can see.

“Of course!” Victor claps his hands once in excitement; he always does seem to enjoy showing Yuuri off. “His name is Yuuri Nishigori, of Yutopia. He saved my life in the forest, so I decided to bring him here and give him a job as a reward.”

Guang-Hong laughs when he hears Yuuri’s “name,” but manages to cover it up as a cough. “Excuse me.”

Yuuri gives him a severe look. Don’t forget I know about your affair with Leo. Not, of course, that Phichit would care, but it’s nice to have some blackmail material on his friends once in a while.

“Excuse my guard, he’s laughing at my antics. I must admit to some deception, Prince Victor,” Phichit says with a small grin.

Victor raises and eyebrow in that way that Yuuri has noticed means that he’s mildly amused. “Oh?”

Phichit nods. “You see, Yuuri and I have already met.”

Oh no, Phichit please no. Yuuri’s grip on the hilt of his sword anxiously.

“It’s a story quite similar to yours, actually.” Phichit smiles at Yuuri. I’ve got this. “I was travelling the continent for school a few years ago, and I wandered from the caravan of boredom. I found a view I particularly liked and wandered too close to the edge of a cliff. Your guard saved my life.”

Yuuri remembers that day, actually. Phichit had scared the life out of him, wandering off like that.

“Phichan, why would you go so close to the edge? You could have died!” Yuuri could feel his heartbeat in his throat. “If I’d lost you…”

Phichit was shaking, his usual grin far from his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“In fact, we became friends soon after.” Well, that’s a bold-faced lie, but Yuuri can’t expect anything different if he wants to keep his secret safe.

Victor looks at Yuuri with wide eyes. “Wow! My Yuuri is so amazing, why didn’t you tell me that you knew another royal?”

I know several, actually. Phichit just happens to be the one that’s here. “It, uh, it never came up, I suppose.”

“You were named for the missing prince, right Yuuri?” Phichit cuts in.

When Yuuri nods, Victor looks confused. “What do you mean, missing prince?”

“Ah, I forget how cut off this country is from its neighbors,” Phichit says, looking apologetic and slightly sad. The sadness, Yuuri can tell, is entirely real. He feels a sharp twinge of guilt about causing it. “Yutopia’s prince, Yuuri Katsuki, went missing several months past. He’s a very dear friend of mine.”

There’s a short period of silence, where Yuuri is sure that Victor is trying to find the appropriate words to respond to a revelation like this.

“Victor, if I may make a suggestion,” Otabek says, startling them all. “Pardon my intrusion into your conversation, but perhaps, for the duration of the prince’s stay, Nishigori should stay with his company. It may make the prince more comfortable, and I am willing to take over for him for and few days.”

Yuuri blinks. Otabek has just opened a way for him to spend time with Phichit and explain himself, without even knowing what he was doing.

He’s sure that Victor is about to protest, but there’s a distinct moment when any protests die. The look of absolute gratitude on Phichit’s face could melt a heart of stone.

“I… I suppose… that would be fine,” Victor manages. His hesitation confuses Yuuri, but the confusion is overpowered by something else.

He only vaguely notices the glances Victor keeps sneaking at him for the rest of the night, and he doesn’t think about what they mean. He’s going to miss spending time with Victor one on one, but it’s only for a few days. Besides, Phichit is going to be spending a lot of time in a presence of the royal family anyway, so things won’t be so different.

As soon as the two of them close the door to Phichit’s bedchamber later that night, Yuuri finds himself being tackled on all sides by four overexcited men. Leo, Guang-Hong, and Seung-Gil look skeptical when Yuuri explains his reasons for vanishing, but Phichit– Phichan, who knows how Yuuri’s mind works, who knows everything about him –nods and understands. He swears to keep the secret, as long as Yuuri promises in turn to be home in time for his sister’s coronation.

It’s enough, for now.

It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 3

I’m obsessed with It’s Hard Enough! I was think you should do a part 3 where like in the episode Jughead gets in a fight with Reggie and reader somehow gets involved…And Alice Cooper is not a fan of their relationship?

I love it’s hard enough, could you possibly make a part 3? :3

If you’re new to the series : Part One , Part Two . I kinda took this part in my own way, I hope you like it!

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

It had been around a week since you shared your first kiss with Jughead Jones and things were going quite well. Betty convinced Jughead to join the school newspaper team, which gave you time to hang out together. Luckily for you, Betty was far too immersed in the Jason Blossom case to notice the stolen glances between you and Jughead. You found yourself spending your time after school in the newsroom, helping Betty sort out papers while simultaneously spending time with your boyfriend. Just thinking of the word, and Jughead, made you feel giddy.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Y/N smile like that in a long time,” Betty teased as you were busy sorting through pictures for the Blue & Gold. You glanced up at your sister, then at Jughead who was staring at you softly. Your felt a blush warm on your cheeks under his gaze and he smiled.

“Don’t you have a murder board to build?” You asked in order to change the subject, get the attention off of yourself. Betty smiled playfully and turned back to Jughead. They started talking quietly about the case, never loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t understand why exactly they tried to hide it from you. You were only a year younger than the two of them. Jughead explained himself one night at the diner. He had said he likes to “keep his work away from his personal life. It makes things less messy.” It was a very cold, business man-like answer that had caught you off guard. The conversation had grown quiet after that, until Jughead spoke up once more.

“It’s a way of keeping you safe,” he had murmured, looking around the diner to see if anyone from school was there. When he realized no one was, he had reached his hand across the table, grabbing yours and gave it a squeeze. You smiled at the memory, the feeling of the skin of his hand against yours.

“I just don’t know Juggie,” Betty said, breaking you from your thoughts. “I think the mystery behind my little sister’s smile is slightly more intriguing to me.” You looked up from the images and saw Betty looking at you again. You could feel Jughead’s eyes on you as you straightened your back to face your sister.

“I’m just happy to be helping you two out. It gets me out of the house, and you’re more than willing to share your friends with me.” You gestured to Jughead who smiled proudly at you. Betty nodded and walked over to you, hugging you tightly.

“I’m glad you’re happy Y/N,” Betty whispered, “with everything going on, Polly, you deserve to be happy.” You wrapped your arms tightly around your sister, returning her hug. From over her shoulder, you noticed Jughead smiling softly at the two of you. You offered a smile to him, hoping that your eyes could convey your thankful message.

“Alright,” Betty said as she pulled away from your embrace. “I gave cheer practice, so you two can either head home or keep working.” Betty walked to her bags and you looked up at Jughead once more. His light eyes were bright and he nodded quickly. You returned his gesture.

“I think I’ll stay and help out Jughead,” you said and Betty smiled as she picked up her bags from cheerleading practice.

“Okay, good luck you two.” With that, your sister walked out the door to the newsroom and left you and Jughead in a brief silence. When the sound of Betty’s footsteps faded down the hall, Jughead darted towards you. His hands grabbed yours, squeezing them gently. You looked down at your joined hands, wondering how on Earth it was humanly possible for someone’s ands to be as cold as his. You looked back up at him, meeting his gaze. You smiled when you noticed how his gaze flickered from your eyes, to your lips and then back again. You leaned up on your tippy toes, pressing a small peck to his lips. You smiled into the soft kiss, and giggled slightly when his chilled hand tickled the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Sorry,” you murmured, “your hands are freezing.” He let out a breathy chuckle, causing you to grin. Your faces remained a mere inches apart as you smiled sickeningly sweet smiles at each other.

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Wildest Dreams (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by jessikaort

You knew it was stupid, but it was unavoidable. It was a long walk to your favorite art store and naturally you lost track of time. In fact you stayed until they closed at nine. Then there was the three-hour walk home.

So here you were walking the streets of Queens at eleven o’clock at night. Of course it had to be foggy and slightly rainy just to add to the ominous feeling. The puddles gushed under your converse as you pulled your hoodie closer to your body.

You weren’t the only one with a hoodie and a man behind you emerged from the shadows wearing a black one with his hood up. At first you told yourself not to panic because this was way too cliché to actually happen. As his distance became shorter and shorter you thought again.

You picked up your pace and you could hear that he did too. There was no doubt now, he was following you. Your speed walking turned into running and so did the man’s. The streets were completely empty and if you could outrun the man you were almost home.

Sadly the man was more athletically inclined than you, an artist, and caught up to you. He dragged you by the hood of your hoodie into the nearest alleyway. You tried to punch him in the face but he grabbed your hand and pinned it against the wall.

You tried to knee him and instead felt the cool kiss of a blade pressed against your neck. “The less you move, the less painful this will be” The man grunted.

He tore off your hoodie and began to snake his hand up your skirt when a voice from above stopped him.

“I’m no expert but I do believe that is not how you hold a lady”

You looked up ever so slightly as to avoid a cut from the blade still pressed against your neck. In the moonlight you could see Spider-Man looking down on you.

The man pulled his hand away but left the knife against your neck. “Why don’t you come down here and fight like a real man” The brute taunted.

With ease the hero used his webbing and gracefully landed on the ground facing the man. “Well you said you wanted to fight. So let the girl go and we’ll fight”

The man removed the knife from your neck and took one lash at Spider-Man. The hero without hesitation knocked the knife away punching the man square in the jaw.

The man realizing he was easily beat ran off out of the alley and back into the darkness. “Are you ok?” The surprisingly young sounding boy asked rushing over to you. “He didn’t do anything did he?” He asked even more concerned.

You shook your head. “I’m ok. Thank you very much”

“It’s my pleasure miss” He said, and even though you couldn’t see his face you could tell he was smiling. “Can I escort you home safely?" 

You nodded. As he started to walk away you turned back and began to pick up your art supplies. Luckily everything remained unharmed. “You like art?” The hero asked handing you a stray paint bottle.

“Yeah” You said allowing yourself to smile. “I’m not very good at it but I enjoy it”

He nodded. “Let’s get you home”

The walk home was quite pleasant even though it was only a block. You liked Spider-Man, he seemed like a really good guy. Next time anyone questioned his motives you would be sure to defend him. 

“Thank you very much” You said turning around to thank him, but he was gone. You wish he would have stayed so you could say more. You really liked his company, but back into the night he disappeared.

The next day at school he was all you could think about. Instead of paying attention to the book you were supposed to be reading, you spent your English class sketching Spider-Man. You wanted to draw his face and you wish you could have seen it. Instead you drew his mask and used blue and red markers to define the detail.

As you struggled to get the jaw line right the boy sitting next to you leaned over. “You like Spider-Man?” He asked his chocolate brown eyes lighting up.

“Oh, yeah” You said nervously looking down at your drawing. “I actually met him last night”

“No way” The boy said, seeming to take a closer look at you.

“Yeah” You nodded.

“I’m Peter” He said extending his hand to you. “Peter Parker”

You took his hand in return and smiled. “I’m Y/n. Have you sat next to me all year?” You asked a little embarrassed.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t talk much”

You shook your head. “No it’s ok, I keep to myself too”

“L/n. Parker. Zip it” Your teacher said angrily.

Peter lowered his voice and continued to talk. “So what was he like?”

Your eyes lit up. “He was wonderful. He left before I could thank him. I don’t think I’ll see him ever again but I wish I could”

Peter shrugged. “I don’t know, life has a funny way of surprising you”

“That’s it! Y/n, Peter, detention after school today” Your teacher growled writing you both up.

‘Sorry’ You mouthed to Peter. He shook his head smiling.

You found your stomach twisting in knots and you shifted in your chair. Something about the way he smiled at you gave you butterflies and made you feel more confident than you’d ever felt in your entire life. 

After English had ended you walked with Peter out into the hallway. “So I’ll see you in detention” He said smiling.

“Yeah” You nodded desperately trying to suppress your smile. “I’ll see you there”

For the rest of the day you found yourself unable to concentrate. You actually wanted to go to detention. You wanted to see Peter again. You could not believe you had actually never seen him before.

It was your final class of the day and you were staring the clock down. Your mind was racing. Thirty more seconds. Was he excited to see you too? Twenty. Maybe you two could turn into something. Ten. Whatever the answer was you had to find out. The bell rang and you basically trampled the other students rushing into the hallway.

You made your way to the assigned detention room and Peter was already there scrolling through his phone. As soon as he heard you enter he looked up and smiled again. Breathtaking.

“Hey you like the Avengers?” He asked pointing at your shirt with the logo on it.

“Oh” You blushed looking down. “Yeah I’m kind of dork” You said taking the seat next to him. You two were the only two in the room.

“I would also consider myself a dork. In a cute way” He added stumbling over his words. “Not that dorks aren’t cute because you are. I mean what” He said flushing shade of red.

“Don’t worry” You said giggling. “And thank you, you’re not so bad yourself”

For the next three hours you and Peter spent the entire time talking and sharing your interests. Turns out you shared the same music, movie, and book tastes. He even asked to see some of your artwork. By the end of detention you left with Peter’s number and a smile on your face. You didn’t want to go home.

Peter was so captivating. So much so that you had even forgotten about Spider-Man while you were with him. Spider-Man couldn’t be anything compared to Peter. Sure he saved you and was a nice guy, but Peter was giving you joy, and maybe even a chance at love.

The next day was Saturday and there was a knock at your door. You opened it to see a huge bouquet of red and white roses. As you smiled Peter peaked out from behind them. “Peter” You laughed shutting the door and stepping outside.

“I wanted to thank you” He said smiling. “For giving me such a good day yesterday. I’m so glad we started talking and I wanted to see you again” 

“Well I’m flattered” You said blushing.

“Would you like to go get some ice cream” He asked now swaying back and fourth nervously.

“Of course I would” You said biting your lip to keep a squeal from coming out. “So is this is date?” You asked innocently.

You could tell Peter was taken aback by this question and he swallowed before responding. “I’d like to think it is” He said looking at your for confirmation.

You nodded. “A date it is”

The ice cream was great and Peter was as sweet as could be. He walked you home at the end of the day and you wanted to kiss him but instead ended in a hug. His cologne smelled amazing and you nestled your face in his neck breathing it in and basking in his warmth.

“See you Monday” You called to him as he walked away.

“See you Monday” He confirmed. “I look forward to it”

Monday came but Peter was nowhere in sight. You stared at his seat in English the entire hour, hoping he’d run in late. He never did. You texted him as many times you though acceptable but no response. Did you do something wrong? Your thoughts were eating you alive and by the time you left school you were exhausted.

You always walked home through a field behind the school but for some reason today something didn’t feel right. It was the same feeling as when you walked home that night after the art store. Someone was watching you.

Without warning a cloth was placed over your mouth and nose and the world started to go blurry. You fought to stay awake but your vision was blackening and soon enough you were out cold.

When you woke up again you were in a warehouse. You pushed yourself off the floor and squinted. The light burned your eyes and your head throbbed. As you surveyed the room you realized you were in a supply closet. You pushed yourself up off the floor and wobbled to the door. As you turned the doorknob it was opened for you. A man with a gun dressed in all black ordered you to follow him.

You walked through the empty halls. Dust coated the floors and the ceilings were white with cobwebs. The room you were being led too was brightly lit and it looked like a lab. Strapped to a seat next to a man with his back turned to you was…Spider-man. Upon seeing you he began to struggle in the chair.

“Ah, she’s awake” The man said turning around. He was rather scary looking with almost black eyes and a large scar across his face. “Now we can get started”

“What’s going on?” You asked trying to back away until the man that escorted you in blocked you from movement.

“Miss L/n. So curious” He said getting closer to you and grabbing your chin.

“How do you know my name?” You asked strongly trying to mask your fear and confusion.

“I know everything about you” He said with a smile roughly pulling his hand away from your chin. “My name is Doctor Heizenberg, but you can just call me Doctor. You see Miss L/n I want to know what makes Spider-Man, Spider-Man” He said hitting the hero on the back causing him to gasp for breath. “But, we are running into a bit of an issue. You see the machine I want to test him in is rather…unforgiving. If a subject doesn’t go in willingly, they will die. Now I don’t want him dead but I do need him in that machine”

“I don’t understand” You said shaking your head. “Where do I come in?”

“Motivation” He said clapping his hands together making you jump.

“I think you’re mistaken. I don’t even know Spider-Man. He saved me once and that was the end of it.”

The doctor laughed at your comment. “You don’t know?” He asked far too amused for your liking. “See for yourself” He said ripping Spider-Man’s mask off.

“Peter?” You asked shocked looking at his beaten face.

“I’m sorry” He pleaded. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t have the chance”

“So, motivation you are. Peter’s silly crush turned out to be rather useful to me. I didn’t realize how much he actually cared about you until I mentioned your name. Son now” He said turning to Peter. “You get in that machine, or she dies”

Holy crap. You had to think fast. You watched the Avengers, what would Black Widow do. Weapon, you needed a weapon. You had watched the man that escorted you here put his gun in a thigh holster. You had to get it.

In one swift motion you grabbed the gun and pointed it at Heizenberg. “Let him go” You demanded.

Adrenaline was rushing through your veins. It was the kind of adrenaline that was a mixture of fear and excitement. Almost like waking up too early on Christmas morning and having to wait in bed until everyone else woke up.

Heizenberg laughed again. “Yes you’ve got a gun. Quite the spunky one you got here” He said punching Peter in the shoulder. “The real question is do you have what it takes to pull the trigger” 

Anger rushed through your body. “I do when someone messes with someone I love” Before you could even register what happened you had shot Heizenberg and he was on the ground.

You let out a sharp breath and dropped the gun. A big mistake. The man that had escorted you there lunged at your and tackled you to the ground. Within seconds his hands were around your neck cutting off your air supply.

As you gasped for breath you could hear Peter yelling your name and him struggling in his chair to get to you. You started to black out again so you weren’t sure what happened. There was a large clatter and the man was ripped off of you and into a wall. Moments later Peter was at your side helping you up.

“Are you ok?” He asked cupping your face in his hands. You nodded and he pulled you into a tight hug. “You scared me to death” He whispered into your shoulder.

“Me?” You asked pulling away. “You, you’re Spider-Man” You exclaimed. “You got kidnapped”

“You got kidnapped too” He said interjecting.

“And me, I…did I kill him?”  You gasped. “I mean he was a bad guy, but damn. I killed someone” You said for some reason excited.

“Ok, you’re in shock” Peter said grabbing your hand. “Come on I’m taking you to see a friend”

“Who?” You asked.

“Tony Stark”

On your way to wherever Tony Stark was, Peter called the police and left an anonymous tip about what had happened at the warehouse. He asked if you could slip into an alley so he could change. Spider-Man shouldn’t exactly be walking the streets for fun.

He stripped off his suit and could help but stare. This adorable loving geek was ripped, and you were talking ripped. His chest was so toned, and his arm….

“You ok?” Peter asked causing you to notice you were staring.

“Oh…yeah” You blushed. “Work out?” You asked innocently earning a laugh from Peter.

After walking a little longer you arrived at your destination. “The Avengers tower?” You asked excitedly. “I get to go in?” You were such a nerd.

“Yeah” Peter laughed scanning his thumbprint granting him access. “FRIDAY, tell Tony we’re here and will meet him in the lab”

“Yes Mr. Parker” The AI woman replied.

After being sat down in the lab Peter went in the hall to talk to Tony about what happened. You kept craning your neck to get a glimpse at the hero. After a few minutes he was walking in.

“Mr. Stark it’s an honor” You said gushing.

“Call me Tony” He said extending his hand to you. “Here” he handed you a glass. “Something for the nerves.

“What is it?” You asked taking a sip.

“Scotch” He said smirking as you spit out the bitter liquid. “You doing ok?” He asked examining your face as Peter watched worried.

“I’m fine, actually better than fine. I actually stopped a bad guy” You said still really proud of yourself.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Parker she’s fine. What you got here is a grade A badass” He said winking at you. “I’ll be back I think I should speak with the police” He said leaving the lab and the door sliding closed behind him.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” Peter asked coming to stand at your side.

“I’m sure” You nodded. “Are you?” You said gently brushing a bruise on his face.

“I’m ok, I can’t really feel anything actually. Although” He paused scratching the back of his neck awkwardly with a little laugh. “What you said back there, about messing with people you love. You love me?”

Now it was your turn to blush and get flustered. “I know we just met and it sounds silly but, I do love you Peter, I really do”

Before you kept rambling Peter’s lips were pressed upon yours. A warm feeling spread through your stomach and soon through the rest of your body until you practically melted into Peter’s strong arms. His lips were warm and surprisingly super soft. His hands wrapped around your wait and you allowed your hands to rest on his toned chest. Finally Peter pulled away.

“I love you too. What about the danger? It doesn’t bother you?” He asked suddenly very worried.

“No, and I trust you to keep me safe. Just as you can trust me to keep your secret”

He smiled again pulled you closer his lips locking with yours again. This time it was more urgent and was slowly turning into full on making out. Peter lifted you up and set you on a lab table. It was amazing until…

“Woah! Peter I thought you said this girl was just a friend” Tony said barging in and pulling him off of you.

“Not anymore” Peter smirked.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that” He said walking back out. “And stay off the furniture will you?” He called as he disappeared down the hallway.

“You know something awesome I just though of?” You said lighting up. “My boyfriend is Spider-Man. I’m dating Spider-Man!” Peter laughed and grabbed your hand as you followed after Tony.

Your Face Between My Thighs

Summary/Prompt: After a long night out, both Tyler and I had longed to touch each other. To grope onto places that were in fact inappropriate to grope in public. The only feeling I wanted that night was feeling Tyler’s scruff on my inner thighs.
Length: 2354 words
Warnings: smut af, language, nsfw, oral sex, drinking
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So its been about a year and a half since i last posted an imagine on here, so I thought why not now. Hopefully you guys enjoy this. Feedback and requests are also highly encouraged.

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

Was this really about to happen? I was fully aware of what exactly was going on around me, yet my mind wasn’t fully processing who was in front of me at this very moment.

As he spoke to me about something that had happened to him earlier, I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They were enthralling, like sparkling kaleidoscopes of colour. His brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed his iris. They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape his eyes. And for some reason, they looked like they had seen a lifetime, when in reality they had only seen a fraction.

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