i hope shes doing it sarcastically

A Battle of Wits

Originally posted by juptern

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A battle of wits, a bit of Sherlock-level deductions on both ends

Warnings: none

Word count: 509

A/N: ok you guys I am so sorry but I’m not gonna be able to post imagines for the next couple of days, I have a lot going on in school right now so I won’t be able to work on requests or anything.  so to make it up to you guys, I’m posting a short drabble that I wrote before I even created this blog.  So sorry again, hope you enjoy!


“Cliché,” he muttered under his breath, turning back to his laptop.

“Excuse me?” she demanded. He rolled his eyes as he continued typing. “Please, do explain.”

“Listen,” he starts, closing his laptop lid, “I’ve seen it. There’s at least one in every small town.”

“One what?”

“A tortured artist,” he proclaimed, doing sarcastic jazz hands. “You had a miserable childhood, guessing some daddy issues? Abandonment?”

“Dad and mom, actually, but do go on Sherlock Holmes,” she corrected, leaning back in her seat. He pursed his lips before continuing.

“Because your life is so sad you created an outlet for yourself, an anchor of sorts where you can channel all of your negative emotions. Lo and behold you just so happen to have a knack for art, and thus begins your journey as a tortured artist.” He finished with a small smirk as he imitated what she had done before and leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms.

“Very good,” she drawled, leaning against the table. “You got me spot on.” He nodded nonchalantly. “Although I must say this entire tangent was very hypocritical.”

“Hypocritical?” he questioned, also leaning in.

“Oh yes, you see you’re quite the cliché yourself. The tragic writer.”

“Tragic writer?” he mused, taking a bite of his sundae. “Explain, please.”

“You, too, had a rough childhood. Not abandonment like me, though. No, your family had money issues. Mommy was never around so daddy had to do all the work, and he wasn’t the most responsible and reliable parent. You’re the oldest, so you take it upon yourself to act as a parental figure for your younger siblings. However, you quickly learn that it is much too difficult for you, not even a legal adult yet, to take care of yourself and others. You come to the decision that your family is better off without you. One less mouth to feed, one less occupied bed, one less person to buy necessities for. You run away and take care of yourself. You try your hardest to find a job, and you eventually find one at some run-down place where it’s not busy enough for anyone to give a damn about your age. You work as hard as you can, saving up as much money as possible until finally you made enough. For months you’ve been dying to buy yourself a laptop, a place where you can create and store your writing. You buy it and immediately start writing, isolating yourself from the world and finding solace and comfort in your own writing, where you can play god over any character you create. This eventually turns you into quite the brooding guy, hence the sardonic humor and lack of close friends.” She finished her analysis with a smirk and sipped on her milkshake, eyebrows raised. His mouth was slightly agape.

“Just one sibling,” he mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said,” he spoke up, “just one sibling. You said siblings. With an s. Plural. I just have one.” She shrugged, unbothered by his correction.

“I’m not Sherlock Holmes, Jughead.”

Summary: Five snapshots of Jughead’s and Betty’s life when Jughead had nowhere to stay and Betty was hiding him in her room. 

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(Okay, I know this is long; I know. But seriously I can’t help the fact that I want to fill entire books with how adorably cute those two are! <3 So grab your snacks and drinks and dive in hahaha! Also I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late and I’m way tired to notice my mistakes. I hope you all like it guys!!!) 


Two days had passed since the night Betty Cooper had stormed inside the Blue & Gold office like a wild force of nature, catching Jughead on the act as well as learning about his secret of not having a place of his own anymore, and coexisting under the same roof was going smoothly for the two friends. Every morning they would wake up way earlier than most people in their town, and especially than Betty’s parents, and Jughead, although not being a morning person, would sneak out with a grateful smile plastered on his lips and hands full with every new snack Betty seemed to always prepare for him, and every night she would sneak him back in once she knew her parents were retired to their bedroom for the night. Their system seemed to be flawless.

Today was a low-key Wednesday night and the first time they had the house entirely to themselves, since the Coopers had yet another late night at the newspaper, the two teens finally enjoying some peace and quiet without closed doors and hush whispers. Betty was sprawled over the bed, text books and colorful markers all around her as the blonde girl was trying to finish her homework, elbow holding herself up and chin resting on her palm, head aching over an answer sheet and calves crossing and uncrossing behind her. Jughead was over the window with blinds shut – he had made Betty promise that his secret would stay between them – sitting comfortably on her white desk chair and having his long legs crossed at the ankles, outstretched against the wooden window frame, while typing furiously on his laptop that rested on his lap. Since no one was at home he didn’t have to lurk at his usual booth at Pop’s. Plus, he found Betty’s presence a very good remedy for writer’s block.

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I Was Here | Pt. 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1161

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Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by chokaivlicious


❥ “Although I was the one who was waiting for you, someone else got you.”


Love.

From a small age on, your mother had always taught you that love was something very beautiful and precious. Every time she’d talked about love, her eyes sparkled and a laughter welled up on her lips. She told you that love was able to make a person happy, that love was able to make you smile, trust and treasure someone. But she had never told you that love could be cruel. That it was able to hurt you. That it could be the reason for your tears. That it was able to destroy you..

You would never have imagined that such a short word would be capable to do such things to you.

 Until you met your husband..


“I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have as soon as possible but as you said, I’m not giving up on her..“

After hearing those words, your whole body strained as it convulsed in pain. Slowly, you stepped out of his arms and wiped your tears away.

You looked into your husband’s eyes. Those eyes that always sparkled whenever they saw your best friend were now looking at you like they were hollow.

He chose her.

A sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “So that’s it then? You make me fall for you without the intention of catching me, I let you in and trust you with my heart and you just abandon me like it never meant a thing. You expect me to just be able to go on with my life like nothing ever happened. Like we never got married. Like we never lived in the same house for two years. Like I never loved you..”

Taehyung averted his eyes and run his fingers trough his silky hair. He took a step forward in order to reach out for you but stopped when he saw how you backed away. “I never gave you hope, Y/N..”

“I never said that you gave me hope, Taehyung.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit. “What do you want then?”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to hold your tears back. “I want you to give me hope..” 

You watched how your husband’s confused expression changed when he understood what you were trying to say. “Y/N, I’m really sorry.. I just can’t let her go. She needs me..”

Another sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “And what about me, Taehyung? What if I need you more than you can imagine? I don’t know if you care but I love you..”

“Then stop loving me, Y/N! I don’t need your love! I already told you that I’m in love with her! What else should I do so that you can understand it?! I don’t want you in my life!”

“Taehyung!” You heard Hani hiss beside your husband.

The minute Taehyung realized what he said, his eyes widened and he tried to reach out for you for the second time but your best friend held his hand in order to stop him.

You stared at their intertwined fingers. They fit perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Right before your husband could say anything, you turned around so that they couldn’t see the new tears that were ready to roll down your face and hissed. “Get out!”

“Y/N I-”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

Stay. I need you more than you think..


It has been two weeks since you last saw him. Hours have passed, days have passed, weeks have passed. But the pain that you felt in your chest didn’t. On the contrary, it was hurting more and more as time passed on.

You knew that you have passed your time with fake joys. Every memory with him was permanent in your mind. It wouldn’t want to leave nor would it like to understand that it was hurting you.

How should you cope with all those memories all by yourself? He was replacing those memories with her, whereas you were holding tight to them because they were the only things that remained of him.

Was it really time for you to let go? Was it really time to give up on him?


You were sitting in front of your husband and best friend, fiddling with the hem of your dress that you decided to wear since they invited you to this fancy restaurant because they wanted to tell you something, as they said, very important.

They looked the same, happy and in love, while the heavy bags under your eyes were shouting that you were the only one hurting and suffering.

You cleared your voice in order to get their attention and smiled at them with a fake smile plastered on your lips. “So? Why did you two invite me here?”

Hani smiled brightly at you. “We want to tell you something very important, Y/N!”

She looked really happy and excited. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, showing them that you were ready to hear whatever they were planning to say.

Suddenly, Hani lifted her left hand that was wearing a ring and beamed loudly. “We’re getting married!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt like you were hit by a truck. Shocked, you averted your eyes to Taehyung for the first time that night. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were fixed on her smiling face, his face not showing any sign of hurt or shame.

This time, you looked down at your hand and at the ring that was gracing your finger.

He wasn’t yours. He never was.

You closed your eyes for a short time in order to control your tears. When you were ready, you looked up at them with yet again the fake smile on your lips. “C-Congratulations!”

You watched how Hani kissed your husbands cheek before thanking you. 

Why was everything starting to get blurry?

“We also wanted to ask when you would sign the divorce papers that Taehyung sent you weeks ago.” Hani added with a now forced smile on her lips.

“I-I..”

“Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip around your wrist that yanked you up from your chair and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

Before you could see who it was or understand what was happening, the unknown person leaned down to your ear and whispered. “I know you don’t know me but don’t say anything. Just play along.”

Leaning back, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled brightly when he saw your shocked and confused face. Tapping your nose with his index finger, he chuckled loudly before hugging you tighter. “Yah, aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?”

Wait, what?!

And you woke me up for this? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n has a really weird dream and she just has to tell Shawn about it

Authors note: This made me super super supER HAPPY

Requested: yeesss- hope you like it!!


“Shawn,” I whisper into the quiet room blanketed in darkness, light peeping through the curtains. I layed on my back, starring at the ceiling while Shawn’s head nudged softly into my shoulder as he slept like a baby.

“Shawn… psst,” I say again, louder. He groans softly, the arm chucked around my waist pulling me tighter into his embrace. 

“Do I look like a teddy bear to you?” I ask sarcastically, more to myself since he seemed dead to the world.

“Gosh Shawn, wake up,” I shift, turning my head to look at him. I rest my hand on his cheek, rubbing the space a little bellow his left eye, watching as it slowly peeks open, the other being squashed against my shoulder.

“Mm, baby, why did you wake me up?” the raspy tone he has from just waking up sends a jolt down my spine. 

“I had, no joke, the weirdest dream. I had to tell you about it,” I exclaim, unable to hide my excitement.

Shawn chuckles, burying his head further into the crook of my neck. 

“It couldn’t have waited till morning?” he asks, his eyes falling shut.

“What if I forget?” I ask, eyes wide in disbelief at his question.

“You won’t,” Shawn mumbles sleepily.

I groan, wanting to tell Shawn my dream. I reach out shoving Shawn onto his back, climbing on top of him so I was straddling him.

“I’m guessing you did have an interesting dream,” Shawn chuckles, hand’s settling on my waist while mine rested on his bare chest. My cheeks flame at his statement as he grins up at me.

“Listen to me Shawn, dammit.” He laughs at this, the deep sound echoing around the room. 

“Alright, sweetheart, tell me your dream,” His lidded eyes peering up into my wide awake ones.

“Right so there was this sheep,”

“And you woke me up for this?” Shawn cuts me off, rolling his eyes.

“Shush, it gets better,” I laugh, gripping his jaw lightly to pull his attention back to me.

“Go on,” Shawn says, humor laced in his voice.

“And the sheep was dancing,”

“Y/n you’re right, it does get better,” 

“Shawn!” 

“Sorry, sorry,” his chest vibrates as he laughs and I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Then the sheep started to sing, but he sounded like Justin Bieber and I was like- how can this be? How can Justin Bieber be a sheep?”

“That is the most logical question to be asking.” I roll my eyes, hitting his stomach lightly which just causes him to laugh even more.

“This next bit is even weirder. It like transported to this waterfall, but the waterfall was maple syrup,” I pull my self back up again, meeting his humor filled eyes. “Then this figure started to rise out of the water, I mean maple syrup, but the figure was you and you started to chant ‘I am the maple god- obey me’,”

Shawn cracks up laughing, his eyes crinkling in the corner. He rolls pulling me down onto the bed next to me and I squeal at the movement.

“That was well worth being woken up for,” Shawn murmurs, lips pressed against my cheek.

“I told you it was!”

In The Cupboard

Request: Remus x reader They are keeping the relationship secret but are caught making out in a store cupboard by McGonagall and paraded past the marauders. Tad darling, love the blog 💙

Originally posted by yoimspiderman

“Hi Remus.” – She greeted him after the professor dismissed the class. He looked up at the girl who smiled at him and leaned her hip against the desk, while he put his books and other belongings into his backpack.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hello Y/N, we’re here too, but never mind.” – Sirius said with a wink, next to him Peter grinned wildly until James grabbed their collars and turned them towards the door.

“I was just wondering if you could help me with this Transfiguration essay. I mean, if you have some time for me.” – She asked loudly, biting her lip to hide a smile.

Remus looked at their friends; leaving the classroom somehow took forever to them. “Yes, sure.” – He said also aloud before the others finally left the place. He looked back at Y/N and turned his voice down. – “I’m getting tired of all these secrecy. Can’t we just tell them?”

The room was empty, so she stepped closer and took his hand into hers. “They wouldn’t stop teasing us. Just for a little while? I really enjoy being with you without becoming their first joke subject.”

Remus sighed. “You would never be a joke.” – They slowly started to walk out, leaving each other’s hand at the corridor. – “And they tease me anyway. About how obviously you are into me and why haven’t I asked you out yet.”

Y/N giggled. “Yes, Moony, why haven’t you asked me out yet?”

“Hmm, let me see.” – He said, stopping in the middle of the hallway. – “Oh, yes. It’d be a little problematic, as you don’t want anyone to see us together.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile before looked around – the corridor was still completely empty except a few first years. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest broom closet, just a few steps from where they stood. “Intimate.” – Remus said while his girlfriend wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Don’t complain.” – She whispered from an inch from his lips while he sneaked his hands along the curve of her waist.

“I don’t.” – He muttered before started to kissing her, eagerly this time, unlikely from him. – “I really missed kissing you.” – He said, hardly leaving her lips. She smiled onto the kiss and ran her fingers through his brown locks, taking a half step closer to be completely pressed against him; but they stopped after a loud, clanking noise.

“Whoops.” – She said with a muffled laugh. Though they couldn’t see anything, they could assume from the sound she just kicked at least two metal bucket. Remus didn’t let himself distracted too long by this little accident; he grabbed her waist and lifted her up so she could wrapped her legs around him. They just started to kiss again when the door of the tiny room burst open, with the furious-looking McGonagall in front of it.

“Miss Y/L/N! Mr Lupin! What’s the meaning of this?” – She asked while Y/N jumped down and tried to adjust her disheveled clothes.

“I uh… we just…” – Remus started, or tried to save the situation, nervously running his fingers through his hair while both of them walked out from the cupboard.

“Oh, thank you Mr Lupin, but I saw very well what happened. You don’t need to explain to me.” – She said with her usual strict face. – “Now if you’d come with me.”

Y/N and Remus exchanged a weary glance while followed their Transfiguration teacher who couldn’t stop talking all along from the surprise and the anger as well. They just reached the corridor of the teacher’s room, where Y/N saw Sirius and Peter as they tried to help James climbing through the window, but dropped him onto the floor when they saw McGonagall, who didn’t seem she noticed them.

“My two best students!” – She kept talking, not even looking back at them.

“Oh, no.” – Remus murmured as the other marauders now looked at them with curios eyes.

“My two most decent student, kissing in a broom closet!” – She stopped and spun around. – “In a broom closet, Mr Lupin! You’re a prefect!”

Y/N looked at the boys, standing behind McGonagall. After they heard what happened, they only looked surprised for a moment before they all started to grin and listen carefully what more the professor had to say.

“Don’t blame him, professor, it’s my fault! I brought him there.”

A mildly impressed expression appeared on Sirius’ face while Peter and James tried to prevent themselves to burst into a loud laugh.

“I didn’t see Mr Lupin to protest!”

They both sighed and started to give up completely, while McGonagall went on, now with a lower voice. “This kind of behaviour is unacceptable in our school, I hope both of you can see that.” – They nodded and murmured several “Yes” and “Of course”, whilst they boys behind the Transfiguration teacher nodded with strict faces too. – “Since this was the first time – and I hope the last too – I won’t give you any serious punishment.” – They’d sighed in relief, but she continued. – “Although, you’ll get detentions on Friday. And Saturday. Separately.” – She finished and suddenly spun around, causing James to almost fell off. – “Now boys, do you have something to say? I’m sure you’d never do such things, Mr Black.”

“Me, professor?” – He answered after a loud gasp. – “Never!”

“I thought so.” – She said sarcastically, throwing one last glance at Remus and Y/N before she disappeared behind the teacher’s room’s door.

For a few, long seconds they tried to avoid they boys’ eyes, but James give up and started to speak with that usual childish grin on his face. – “Well, Moony, as a Headboy, I’m seriously disappointed in you. Snogging girls in a cupboard…”

“Yeah, Moony.” – Peter said with a strict tone, wildly smiling as well. – “With all those first years around the corridor…”

Sirius stepped closer and patted Remus’ shoulder. – “If it makes you feel better, I’m really proud of you.” – He said before turned his head towards Y/N. – “You too.”

They kept throwing their jokes at them without any break while they walked in the corridor; Remus just stayed in silence but Y/N could see he had a hard time with hiding a smile. “We should’ve told them earlier.” – She said finally, after James couldn’t stop laughing after his own joke and was unable to take a normal breath in.

“I told you so.” – Remus answered with a smug smile, but intertwined his fingers with hers.


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Forgotten (Jughead Jones)

Warning ⚠️: Physical abuse, Spoilers of episode 6 and swearing

You and Jug were friends before Archie and him got into a fight, so you were the only thing he could rely on, when they stopped being friends you had to pick a side and of course you picked Jughead’s.

You guys became inseparable and you developed a crush on Jug with time, but unlike Betty and Archie, you decided to throw your feelings away because you knew as a matter of fact Jug didn’t liked you back, so why would you bother?.

Now in sophomore year, Jug and you seemed to drift apart, especially with him being on the school newspaper, no matter if he was doing that or writing his book Betty was always with him, but when they kissed.

That’s when you realized you were actually in love with Jughead but also you realized that you might’ve lost your best friend for ever

She replaced you, and Jughead didn’t even notice.

Your dad was an alcoholic who bet the crap out of you, and only Jughead knew about it.

“You little rat” your dad shuttered drunkenly as he threw a cristal bottle in your direction, the shattered pieces scratched your skin, your blood falling to the floor. “I’m so sick of you” he said and punched you right on the cheekbone, the pain flowing all over your body as he threw you to the ground and kept hitting you mercilessly.

You squirmed around, screaming and crying begging him to stop, he pushed you to the counter away from him, you hit your back against the wood loudly as he reached for his gun, pointing it right at your head from the distance.

Your eyes opened widely as she put her shaking hands in the air as a sign of surrender “Dad…” you called him in a whisper “Please, put the gun down” you shuttered as calmly as you could, but your father pulled the trigger and you closed your eyes shut, and you opened them again, realizing he missed and passed out because of the alcohol.

You didn’t twice before running back to your bedroom, you grabbed a bag and put some stuff in there, clothes, money, your phone, anything that could be useful. When your bag was done you left the house and hide on a cheap motel near.

The day after your father reported you missing, and of course everyone at school found out. Jughead felt responsible for your disappearance.

He ignored you and his mind couldn’t stop thinking of the worst escenarios possible. What if you were dead?

His heart sunk.

It would be his fault, because he wasn’t there when you most needed him.

That was why when he heard you went missing he didn’t think twice before going after you “Juggy!” Betty said coming after him, he turned around “Were are you going?” She asked

“I’m sorry, I have to look for her, if something happens to her it would be my fault” he urged and Betty looked at Jughead with sweetness
“Let me come with you” she said but Jughead stopped her
“No Betty, I have to do this alone” he stated and she nodded letting him leave

He looked around Riverdale, because he knew that you would never leave without him, no matter how bad things were between you two. Then he remembered the little cheap hotel were you both stayed when they closed the In and Out movies.

You had to be there, you had to be okay.

He entered the place completely nervous, practically throwing himself to the receptionist who looked at him weirdly “Have you seen a girl with H/C hair and E/C eyes?” He asked hopefully and the receptionist looked at him before sighing

“Room 620, here’s the other key” she said handing the key over to Jughead who smiled widely

“Thank you!” He said before running away to the room. He put the key on the lock, the door opened almost immediately. When he saw you a weight was lifted off his shoulders “Y/N! You’re…” he beamed but soon stopped when he noticed your bruises and scratches

“Oh wow, you remember my name, yay me!” You exclaimed sarcastically turning your attention back to the tv, ignoring Jughead’s confused expression as he walked over to you

“What do you mean? Y/N you’re my best friend!” He said in disbelief and you stood up facing Jughead

“Am I? Because now you seem pretty cozy with your new girlfriend Betty or whatever the hell she is!” You spat “

I had a gun pointed at my fucking head Jughead!” His eyes opened widely
“I was this close to be buried 6 feet on the ground like Jason but you didn’t knew because you were too busy making out with Betty!” By now you were screaming, Jughead was silent

“Y/N…” he whispered coming closer
“Shut up” you cut him off
“Just listen!” He pleaded

“JUST SHUT UP” you yelled at him making him flicker slightly “Don’t worry, I’ll come back to school tomorrow and let you know when I’m about to die” she said the last thing sarcastically

“It would be something like ‘He Jug, guess what? I’m dead! But I hope you have a good day anyway’ how about that?” she said with fake happiness

“Stop joking about something like that!” He yelled coming closer to you, he was furious “Stop thinking that I don’t care! Because I do, more than you know” he said looking hurt about his friend’s words

“I care about you more than I do or ever did about anyone” he confessed grabbing her by the arms as he looked into her eyes

“Even Archie?” She asked
“Hell I even care more about you than Betty!” He scoffed jokingly, but both of you knew that he was serious, you both laughed at his comment, but then there was a silence and you couldn’t help but stare at his thin pink lips and he also stared at yours.

You looked at each other and started to slowly lean in, looking between your eyes and lips and when you were inches away from kissing you spoke “What are we doing?” You asked, your hot breath hitting his mouth

“I don’t know or care” he whispered back finally locking your lips with his, the butterflies on your stomach were unstoppable, and Jughead slipped his hand on your waist to pull you close slowly.

You both knew it was bad, but you’ll figure it out, you always do.

Like a Puppy (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hi! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could do a request :D could you do like the reader is really closed off and she always wear black and wears a beanie all the time just like jughead, and she’s like super sarcastic so one day jughead comes up to talk to her and follows her around all day ? SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG

A/N: I switched it up a bit so the reader is a bit newer to riverdale! (Sorry if it sucked.I’m writing it at 4am with no sleeping) Hope you enjoy it. Requests are welcome (ALSO THANKS TO MY BBY FOR READING THE BEGINNING FOR ME <3 ILY @jugheadneedsahome )

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Like a Puppy (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead wasn’t one to chase after girls or even glance. He simply had his laptop and unless the girl had food with her, he wasn’t interested.

That was until she came to the school.

He didn’t notice her at first. Of course he didn’t. He had his face glued to his laptop.

It was Ronnie that pointed her out during lunch a few weeks after she started.

(Y/n) were more of a loner than he was. She didn’t want to make friends and gave a glare or snarky remark to anyone who tried.

People started to notice that she wore similar clothes everyday. It was always some combo of black jeans, tight black tee with some sort of leather jacket, and her hair controlled with her beloved beanie.


“She’s literally just like you, Jug!” He just looks up in confusion.

“Who are you talking about?”

The group roll their eyes at him and point to a lonely girl sitting at a table, buried in a book.  

He glances over and almost falls off the bench. Woah. He didn’t think he’s ever seen a girl as pretty as her. How did he not notice her?

“Juggie?” Betty raises her brow at him.

“She’s pretty.” the words escape his mouth before he even registered them.

The whole group froze and Jug turned to look at them.

“Did I just say that out loud?” His face turning a faint pink.

“Oh my god. Yes.” V all but squeals. “I ship it.”

Arch gestures to the girl in black. “Dude, Go say hi.”

He shakes his head quickly. “Nope. Not happening. We’re all going to pretend that most definitely did not come out of my mouth.” with that, grabs his laptop and leaves.


You were at your locker, looking for your Biology book when he walks up to you.

“Hi.” You glance at the boy with a beanie crowned on his head. It was similar to the one on your head.

“Can I help you?” You try not to wince. You always seem to sound rude without helping it.

Instead of giving the reaction most people do, he just gives a half smirk and nods his head.

“Jughead Jones the third. You?” You were a bit shocked that he didn’t seem fazed by your rude exterior.

“(Y/n).” You pull out the book you were looking for and slam your locker shut.

You turn to the boy and give him a two fingered salute. “Well Jugster. Nice to meet you but I must get going.”

He just shrugs and walks next to you to your next class, not saying a word.


It was free period when you managed to lose him. Jughead. He’s been following you around all day and every time you threw a sarcastic comment that most people would find rude, he’d just laugh and say something even more witty back.

You didn’t know what to think.

You weren’t one for friends. Hell, People never had the same sense of humor as you did so you never tried.

But Jughead. He was different.

He liked the comments you made in Biology.

He liked the snide remark you through at the Queen Ginger.

You sigh and close the book, unable to focus now.

A body plops down beside you.

“You know people will start thinking things if you keep this up.” You move your head to see Jughead grinning at you.

“Don’t worry what people think. They don’t do it very often.” He replies and you let out a laugh.

“Why do you keep following me around like a puppy, Jugster?” You decide to just ask the poor boy.

“I want to get to know you. Is that a crime?” He shrugs.

“Stupidity is not a crime so you’re free to go.” He just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Keep rolling your eyes and maybe you’ll find a brain back there.” Before you could say anything else, he interrupts you.

“Have you ever been to Pop’s?” You raise a brow to the blushing boy.

“I’ve been a few times, Jugster. Haven’t tried his burgers yet though.”

He sends you a smile and asks, “Go to Pop’s with me?”

“Are you asking me out, Jugster? It’s only been a day.” Dating wasn’t something you were used to, but you had to admit he was definitely your type.

“Yeah. Let’s go for burgers and milkshakes.” His eyes meet yours and you find yourself nodding.

“Okay Jugster, but i warned you.”


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Meet Me in the Hallway

Originally posted by twelvevo

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) resists Jughead’s offers of a late-night chat.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,765

A/N: this is what i’d like to call a wholesome mix of angst and fluff. enjoy!


Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?

(Y/N), a normally upbeat and cheerful person, was not acting like her usual self that week.  On Monday, Jughead assumed it was exhaustion. They had one of their late night talks with hot chocolate the night before, and Jughead just figured she didn’t get much sleep after that.  He decided not to bother her that much, knowing how cranky she was when she was tired.

On Tuesday, her oddness continued.  She was quieter than usual, and she focused on her internship more than usual. Jughead, although he was starting to grow suspicious, just waved it off.

“Are you okay?” he asked her during their short lunch break.  

(Y/N)’s head snapped up from her phone.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered quickly, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“You know, if there’s anything wrong-”

“I told you,” she interrupted him, “I’m fine.”

“Even if you’re fine,” Jughead reminded her, “you know you can always talk to me.”

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

(Y/N) didn’t come to the internship on Wednesday, and that’s when it suddenly hit Jughead that there was something very, very wrong with her.

“Where’s Miss (Y/L/N)?” Mrs. Williams, the receptionist, asked with a tight smile.

Jughead sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure.  Do you want me to text her?”

She shook her head. “No, that’s alright.  If you see her later today, though, make sure she is aware that it is unacceptable for her to ditch this internship.  Unless it’s for an emergency, of course, then it’s completely fine.”

Jughead, of course, knew better than that.  He knew how dedicated (Y/N) was to this internship, and he knew that something had to be amiss in order to make her skip a day.  

When he was finished for the day at his internship, he walked back to the hotel, eyes down and hands in his pockets.  He went up the stairs and stopped in front of (Y/N)’s room.  Cautiously, he tapped on her door twice.

“I’m busy,” her muffled voice called from inside her room.

“Busy?” Jughead questioned from outside the door.  “Busy, (Y/N)? You didn’t even show up today!”

“Piss off, Jug,” her voice grew slightly louder, and Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because she raised her voice or if she was approaching her door.  

He leaned his head against the door and sighed.  “Can you please let me in?”

“No.”

“I’m not leaving until you open this door,” he warned.  “Either you come out or I’ll come in.”

“Then I hope you’re planning on staying out there all night.”

I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

(Y/N) thought he was bluffing.  Hell, even Jughead figured that he was bluffing.  They were both proven wrong, however, when he started dragging blankets from off his bed onto the floor outside of (Y/N)’s door.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N)’s muffled voice asked from inside her room.  She heard rustling outside in the hallway, and she knew it was Jughead.

“I’m waiting until you open up that door,” he answered, spreading the blanket out in front of the door.

“Why?” she questioned.

“I told you,” he explained, “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

“Jug, I said I don’t want to talk,” she reminded him, leaning her head against the door. Jughead had his resting against the other side.  “Besides, there are other people in this hotel who will see you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Jug, please,” her voice grew weaker, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Listen, (Y/N),” he pressed his hand against the door, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s okay.  I’m not gonna make you talk about it until you’re ready.  So I’ll be here all night, and whenever you feel like discussing it, I’m here.”

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves
‘Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away

(Y/N) didn’t know why Jughead insisted on staying outside her door all night.  She had made it perfectly clear that she was not going to confide in him anytime soon, and yet he still remained there.  She started to feel bad, knowing that the hotel hallway floor surely couldn’t be that comfortable, even if he did have layers of blankets as cushioning.

“Jughead,” she whispered at midnight, “go to bed.”

“I am,” his sleepy voice grumbled.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I meant in your room.”

Although she couldn’t see it, Jughead sat up.  “You know I’m not gonna do that,” he said, shaking his head.

“Please, Jug,” she begged. “I’ll be at the internship tomorrow, I promise.  Just go back to your room, you’re not gonna be able to get a good night’s sleep out there.”

“I’ll be fine, (Y/N).” When she didn’t respond, Jughead placed his ear to the door, trying to listen for movement.  He heard a light rustling sound, and a soft thump. “(Y/N)?”

“Hold on a sec, Jug.” The noises continued, and Jughead confusedly stared at the door separating him from (Y/N).  Finally, the rustling ceased and (Y/N) sat right in front of her door.

“What was that?” he inquired after a moment of pure silence.

“I moved my blankets in front of my door,” she answered simply.

Jughead groaned. “(Y/N), come on, sleep in your bed.”

She sarcastically placed her hand on her chin, pretending to think.  She didn’t even care that Jughead couldn’t see her.  “The funny thing is that I’m pretty sure I just said that a few minutes ago, Jug.  And what did you do?  You ignored my protests.”  Jughead didn’t respond.  “So now, I’m doing the same to you.”

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

Neither of them could fall asleep that night.

Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because he had never slept so close to (Y/N) before, even if there was a door separating them, or if it was his concern for his friend.  

When he closed his eyes, he imagined the barrier would disappear.  He would roll over and wrap (Y/N) in his arms, burying his head into her hair.  He would whisper sweet nothings to her as she sobbed into his chest, explaining why she had been acting so strangely for the past few days.  

But then he’d open his eyes, and the door would reappear.  He knew that even if (Y/N) did open her door, he wouldn’t hold her the way he dreamt.  That would cross the line between friendship and something more, and Jughead knew (Y/N) was not about to take that leap.  At the very best, he would provide her with some hot chocolate.

He heard her tossing and turning in her blankets on the other side of the door, so he pressed his hand on the door in a pathetic attempt to comfort her.  It must have worked, though, because the rustling of the sheets stopped.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered, leaning his forehead against the door.  “Are you awake?”

“Of course I’m awake, dumbass, the floor is uncomfortable,” (Y/N) sassily replied, her voice thick with fatigue.  Jughead softly laughed.  “I’m guessing you’re awake for the same reasons.”

“Precisely,” he confirmed. They fell into silence, and after a couple of minutes, Jughead was sure (Y/N) had been overwhelmed by exhaustion and finally fell asleep, so he settled into his makeshift bed and closed his eyes.

Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

Jughead didn’t know what time it was, but a loud thump woke him up.  He shot up and glanced at (Y/N)’s door.  More loud noise continued to leak from her room until it suddenly stopped.  Jughead prepared to knock, but before his hand could touch the door, a teary-eyed (Y/N) opened it.  Her bottom lip quivered as she stood in front of him.  Never had he seen her look so fragile.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

Jughead shook his head as he pulled her into a hug.  “There’s nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N).”  Neither of them said anything else, and so they sat in the middle of the hotel hallway floor at some ungodly hour, clinging onto each other.

It wasn’t exactly how Jughead imagined it: not a word was uttered, but he was still holding (Y/N) with her tears staining his pajama shirt.  

If Jughead was selfish, he would’ve told (Y/N) how he felt.  He would have finally confessed that he had a crush on her, something that he had been struggling to accept for the past few weeks.  But Jughead was not selfish; this was (Y/N)’s moment to be vulnerable, not his.  They still had a couple weeks left together.  He still had time.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N)’s sobs subsided and she fell asleep on Jughead’s lap.  He softly smiled as he picked her up and gently laid her on her bed, placing a blanket over her sleeping form.  He picked up his blankets from outside her door and dragged them back to his room, where he carelessly tossed them onto his bed right before he flopped onto it.

(Y/N) would never tell him what was wrong.  He knew that. But that didn’t stop him from smiling to himself because he knew, even if she didn’t want to talk about it, she would always come to him for a shoulder to cry on.  And for Jughead, that was enough.

We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
'Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

He saw her the next morning at their internship.  He smiled from across the room at her, and she smiled back.  Both of them had dark circles under their eyes, the only evidence of what occurred the previous night.

They never spoke about that night.  Neither of them ever talked about what happened, and neither of them ever would. It was a memory that remained hidden, the only witness besides the two of them being that hotel hallway.

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Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

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Not my daughter, you bitch!

Pairings: Father!Clint x reader

Word count:2 466

Requested: Can you write one where the reader is Clint’s teen daughter and she lives in the tower with him? She’s socially awkward and gets bullied by some guys at school regularly. One day after school they drag her to a van and drive off bringing her to an old warehouse. But they just tie her up and leave. She remembers that Tony gave her a Stark phone and she manages to shimmy it out of her pocket and hit the emergency button to call her dad.

A/N: I am so sorry I’m posting it so late ♥ Hope you like it and please let me know what you think :3 Enjoy! (sorry if there are any mistakes) 

Originally posted by scar5let

“(Y/N)?! What are you doing here?”, my father asked me in shock as he entered the living room.

“Um, I’m living here?”

“Stop being sarcastic for a second and answer me!”, I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at the avenger known as Hawkeye.

“Tony said I could stay today in the tower and help him. I don’t see a problem in that.”

“But I do! It’s Wednesday, (Y/N). You have to be at school in 10 minutes.”

“Come on, Clint! Nothing will happen if she doesn’t go for a day. We all know school sucks.”, Tony interrupted my dad without moving his eyes from the magazine he was currently reading.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, Stark! And you little lady, move your body towards the car. I am driving you to school.”

“But dad!”

“No buts, (Y/N), we are going! Now!”, he spoke and grabbed my hand. As he was dragging me towards the elevator I started chuckling.

“Should I know what you are laughing at?”

“You said butts”, now it was he who rolled his eyes at my comment.

To be honest, Clint was the best dad you could ever had. As an Avenger I was seeing him rarely but since I became thirteen, mum and dad decided it would be fine if I move with him in the tower. Plus, my school was like 30 minutes away, which wasn’t much given the fact where we lived.

“Is there a problem?”, dad asked me as we were waiting in the car.

“What do you mean?”

“You are a perfect student, (Y/N). You’ve never wanted to skip school. Once when I suggested you that you almost kicked me. Why do you want to quit today?”, he was right. There was something that bothered me but thanks to Nat I knew how to lie Clint even though he was a superhero.

“No, I am just tired. My brain needs a rest after all the study I do.”

“You sure?”, daddy asked me as the car turned left.

“Yes, dad! I am sure!”, maybe it was the annoyance in my voice that gave me away but dad did nothing to show he had suspected me in lying.

The real truth was that I hated school. Yeah, a big surprise to hear that from a teenager but while the others hated it because of the studying process; I hated it because of the people there. I decided to keep who my dad was a secret. I didn’t want fake friends just because of my dad’s popularity. The first two years were okay. When you are new you focus more on getting to know what surrounds you than the people. Years later, I hardly made any friends at high school. I was shy, not so open to people but still I tried to talk with some girls that seemed nice. What a fool! If you haven’t found someone in the first two years, you are doomed to be an outsider. That was the only law in school. So basically I had no friends except the Avengers. I didn’t want to complain but let’s face it, everybody wanted someone on their age as a friend. Some months ago I met Peter Parker but we were not close to friends, only people knowing each other faces.

When dad stopped the car in front of the school I hurried to get out, mumbled a goodbye and stormed into the building where I would spend 6 hours of unstoppable torture. I made my path through the teenagers without being noticed. That was one of my superpowers. Nat, who was the only one knowing slightly about my problems, always teased me about that I would make a perfect agent. The bell rang. I took all my stuff from the locked and hurried to my first class – Maths. On my way I should have zoomed out for a moment, immersed in my thoughts, because I managed to collide with someone. My notebooks fell on the ground and I kneeled down to collect them.

“Watch where you are going, you filthy bitch.”, I knew that voice pretty well. It belonged to the fuckboy named Andrew McLander. I collected my things as fast as I could and then stood up ready to enter the classroom that was five meters away.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?”, Andrew grabbed my hand and pushed me against the lockers, “I won’t leave you like that without paying for hitting me like that.”, his face was close to mine, my skin feeling his breath.

“Leave me.”, I asked and tried to get out of his grip but in vain. He was way stronger than me.

“Mathews, what a surprise!”, he exclaimed as talking to his friend behind him, “She could talk.”, they both laughed. With some struggles I managed to escape but surely it was because he wanted so. As I was walking towards my Maths class I heard them talking.

“Remember my words, you will pay! And I’ll have such a fun when punishing you.”, the way he spoke those words made my body shiver. They were bulling me 24/7. It was like their purpose in life was to make mine hell. I’d been insulted in the worst ways you could never imagine. I was socially awkward and everyone knew it, except my dad and his friends. There were times when they had paid guys to come and flirt with me, to ask me out on a date and then ditch me. Once, a boy I had never seen sat next to me in one of my classes and through the whole lecture he was insulting me , talking to me like I was a piece of garbage. The feeling was awful. That day after we finished school I ran away without caring for the direction. I, of course, got lost but at least I had some time alone before my dad found me. I had to lie him as I always did…

After the event in the morning nothing out of the ordinary happened lately. I never saw Andrews and his friends again, the classes were going fine…and that was what scared me for a moment. It was oddly quietly. However, I kept telling myself I was getting paranoid but after the last bell for that day rang I calmed down a little. I took the required things for tomorrow in my bag and the others were left in the locker. Most of the students had gotten out of this place as fast as they could. I liked that because I didn’t have to be lock between sweating bodies while waiting to breathe the fresh air outside. As usually I took my regular path towards home. I took my headphones from my rucksack and was about to put them on when a black van stopped next to me. I had no time to process what was happening when two guys jumped from the car. One of them put his hand on my mouth stopping me from screaming while the other helped with putting me inside.  When the man loosen his grip on my mouth I screamed finally aware what was happening but seconds later I lost consciousness due to being hit hard in the head.

“Why did we bring her here?”

“Because I want to have some fun tonight, you bastard!”

The echoing voices woke me up. I began opening my eyes but due to the pain in my head they kept closing. The vision was blur, the air was filled with the disgusting smell of raw fish. All I could see were the silhouettes of my abductors and some wooden box around us. It took me some time to clarify where I actually was. Not long after the realization that I was in probably a warehouse I became aware of the fact I was tied to a chair. Moving my hands in order to escape was in vain but those actions made the people turn at my direction.

“Well, well, the ugly princess is awake, huh?”, the man speaking soon stood under the light of a small lamp positioned just above my head.

“What do you want from me?”, I asked trying to sound calm but the fear inside me made its way through my façade and showed out.

“For a pretty smart girl you tend to be really stupid.”, he came closer and took my face with his strong hand, “Tonight you will be my doll and I will be the player.”, his grip was hurting me and he knew it. But that bastard was enjoying seeing me weak, scared and in pain, “I’ll go and get the toys. Don’t move.”, after he smirked and winked at me he exited the warehouse laughing at his stupid joke.

I, on the other hand, panicked. I was god knew where, with that psychopath and his insane friends…They were capable of anything and that scared me most. They could rape me, torture me, use me as a doll like he said and then kill me without caring about that. My heart was about to jump right through my flesh. ‘Breathe! Inhale deeply and then exhale!’ Nat and daddy’s words suddenly came in my mind. I tried to listen to them and followed the instructions. It took me probably two minutes to calm down. I still was frightened to death but now I was able to think rationally. I had to call dad. Looking at my jeans I saw the pockets were empty. Fantastic! They had taken my phone. As a proof to my theory I saw my rucksack thrown in the corner of the room.

Hearing Andrews laughs from the distance my calmness was slowly fading away. ‘Think (Y/N)! Think for god sake!’ And then it hit me. Some months ago Tony created a new device. He wanted to test it and gave it to me. It was for emergency, perfect for this situation. The device looked like a small mobile phone which I was hiding in the back pocket of my jeans. It was so thin that it would barely be seen. My hands were tied around the back of the chair. The tie was tight. Surely I would have bruises tomorrow but that wasn’t important now. I moved my hands in order to loosen the tie but I barely managed to. I lifted myself a little and tried to reach the phone. The pain in both my hands and head wasn’t helping me, neither the coming steps of my abductor.  My fingers were touching it but still not enough to take. ‘Come on! Come on! Just some millimeters! YES!’, I screamed inside when I took the device out of my pocket. I turned my head to see the screen after I light it up. It had only one red button which I pressed, well touched. Immediately. Several times. The door opened suddenly which shocked me and I dropped the phone. Cursing I put all my efforts to look scared and not full of hope that my dad will come in any moment. But Andrew had heard the sound of something falling so he came to me with two or three steps. He saw the phone on the floor and kneeled to take it. Looking at it, then at me, he clenched his fingers around it breaking it. I gulped nervously.

“You think you can play games with me?!”, he screamed, “Who do you think you are?!”, and then he laughed, “And who were you going to call? You don’t have any friends!”, the whole gang almost rolled on the floor because of laughing, “Listen to me, you little whore!”, he took my hair and titled my head back, “For such a stupid movement I am gonna-”, he stopped for a moment, processing with his lil’ brain what to do. Minute later he continued, “I am gonna play and make you remember this whole night!”, he moved backwards where his two friends had been standing the whole time.

“You kept saying that since you kidnapped me. Don’t you know other words beside playing and paying?”, I retorted. He stopped turned around on his heel and almost run towards me ready to slap me, hit or kick me.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”, I heard my dad shouting as he caught Andrew’s arm and punched him. The boy fell on the ground and my dad shoot an arrow towards the other fuckboys. It was from those that turned into a network so now they were trapped there. Daddy turned back to Andrews. He was so close and I managed to see his face. It was red, full of anger, like a hawk flying straight to its victim ready to tear him limb by limb painfully. I’d never seen him so furious and dangerous but seeing him beating the hell out of Andrews made me happy and a little happy, just little…

“How you fucking dare to kidnap my daughter and tie her in this place!”, another punch, “You little bastard, nobody can touch my little princess!”, a kick in his stomach, “I am gonna kill you, you little piece of shit!”, daddy wasn’t that good with words when he was angry, he preferred punching and causing pain rather than talking.

“Dad!”, I spoke softly but he didn’t hear me, “Dad!”, shouting had more effect and he stopped.

“Oh my precious girl!”, his tone softened. He left the boy and came closer untying the ropes around my hands and ankles, “Oh god, how are you? Are you okay? Of course you are not okay, you were kidnapped! What a father! To let this happen to my daughter! I am an Avenger after all, how could-”

“Dad, stop! It wasn’t your fault! And if it wasn’t you I could have gotten hurt or worse. But now I am fine just because of you. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”, hearing those words, dad calmed down but as he heard Andrew coughing he turned around and spoke deadly.

“I will torture you so painfully that you are gonna prefer hell to my methods. Your screams will be a song to my ears. You are gonna regret this and if I see your faces in this city only once, I am gonna chase you, and I am gonna kill you!”, he retorted making even me shivering. The boys were about to pee in their pants given the fact what expressions they had, “Let’s go (Y/N).”, taking my hand we exited the warehouse. There was a small helicopter with S.H.I.E.L.D name on it that took us to the tower. I was still in shock but knowing that I had such a father by my side I felt safe and protected very soon.

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Bedroom Eyes - Isaac Lahey

Characters: Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Reader.

*REQUESTED FROM PROMPT LIST*

Originally posted by onlysharman

“Oh, what about Greenberg?” Lydia asks you.

You roll your eyes. “Seriously? No one even knows his first name. I mean that too, I’m not even sure he knows his name.” You throw your carrot stick back onto your tray and lean forward. “Greenberg.” You scoff.

“Y/N, come on. I’m trying to get you a boyfriend.” She defends herself, sitting her purse on the table.

“You can get me a boyfriend after you get Stiles.”

“I didn’t know you played dirty, Y/L/N.” She rolls her eyes.

“You can’t act like you’re not in love with him, Lyd.” She suddenly becomes very interested in cleaning out her purse.

“This is not about me. This is about you finding a boyfriend before you die a virgin.”

You furrow your brow. “Who says I’m a virgin?”

“Sweet Y/N’s been deflowered?” Isaac asks as he sits beside you. He puts his backpack almost in your lap and you push it onto the ground.

“Why is this any of your business?” You scoot towards Lydia and she smirks.

“Oh, it’s not. I just find it interesting that you’ve had sex but you’ve yet to have a boyfriend.” He opens up his bottle of water, the clicking of the lid sending you over the edge.

“I moved here sophomore year. You know nothing about me.”

“Oh come on, Y/N! We’re friends!” He chuckles.

“No, actually..we’re not. You’re friends with my friends, therefore we’re within the same proximity most of the time. I do not care about you, and I do not want to be your friend, okay? You’re a jerk.” You push your tray away, any trace of appetite you’d had vanished.

“Wow. Okay. I was just asking a simple question.” He shakes his head and scoots away from you.

“A simple question about my sex life.”

Stiles and Scott sit down beside Isaac. “Woah…whose sex life?” Stiles raises an eyebrow.

“Y/N’s apparently.” Isaac answers.

Lydia holds a finger to her lips and swats Stiles’ arm. “I have to go. I’ll see you after school.” You sigh and stand up, rushing to your locker.

“So you and Isaac…” Lydia starts. She met you at your locker at the end of the day.

“There is no me and Isaac.” You roll your eyes as you shove your books in your locker.

“I think there is. You’ve got great chemistry. Not to mention the sexual tension. God…you two would be so hot together.” She smiles.

“Would you shut up? He’s standing right there and he can probably hear us.” You slam your locker closed.

“He can’t. Anyway, from what I’ve heard he’s great in bed.”

“Oh yeah? How many hundreds of girls did you hear it from?”

“Y/N, give him a chance! You said you’re not a virgin so it’s not like it’s anything special.”

“Yes, that’s logical. I had sex with one guy so now the possibilities are endless.” You walk towards Scott, hoping Lydia would end the conversation.

“Stop being sarcastic! That’s exactly my point.” She runs to keep up with you.

“You see, unlike some other people, I don’t sleep with everyone I make eye contact with.“ You’d reached Scott. You watched as Isaac connected the dots. He turned on his heel and took off down the hall.

You groaned. “Isaac! Wait!” You ran after him, catching him as he walked out onto the lacrosse field.

He turns around, his height advantage over you suddenly intimidating. “What? What do you want? Do you want me to talk to the hundreds of girls I slept with?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it.” You sigh and grab his arm.

He pulls away from you. “No wait. Maybe I should ask every person I’ve ever made eye contact with.”

“I said I’m sorry! What else do you want?”

“You. I want you!” He steps back, dropping his backpack on the ground as he runs a hand through his hair.

“I-..what?” You’re taken aback.

“You’ve done nothing but offend me today, Y/N. I’m trying, I really am. I just..I love the banter with you and I don’t ever try to be a jerk. It’s just so cute to get a rise out of you.”

You step closer to him, his face softening as you near. “I never would’ve guessed. It’s not as obvious as you think it is.”

“I give you bedroom eyes!” He pouts slightly. The anger gone from both of you the second those five words tumble from his lips.

You laugh, throwing your head back. “Bedroom eyes? God, Lahey you’re such a nerd.”

He chuckles, the grin plastered on his face showing off his dimples. “Will you give this a shot? Even if I am a nerd that gives you bedroom eyes?”

“I think this may be a start.” You laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

He rests his head on top of yours. “I’m sorry. Let’s start over?”

“Only if you stop with the bedroom eyes.”

“I’ll never live that down, will I?”

You smile. “Nope.”

A Fathers Purpose.

Anon requested- Hi, I was wondering if you could do a story about Sam and his daughter like fluffy moments that have had from him holding her as a baby for the first time to her coming out to him as bisexual like I said fluffy moments. Thank you so much for listening to this and I LOVE your blog soooo much.

characters- sam x daughter!reader, dean x niece!reader, cas x niece!reader

warnings-

a/n- yes, I did steal a bit from an episode of Full House, don’t judge me! 


When your mother called him three weeks after they hooked up nothing could prepare him for what she had told him, as soon as those two words “I’m pregnant” flew from her mouth he froze. He was going to be a father, for a moment he was ecstatic but unfortunately that ecstatic feeling was short lived when he remembered the type of life he had, after agreeing to meet up with your mum, he hung up the phone and held his head in his hands… what was he going to to? 

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HATRED PT. 2 [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Hey! I was the anon who requested the Draco imagine with a hell lot of numbers (Hatred) I really loved it! Your writing really is good. I was wondering if you could a part two? I know you’re busy and all and I completely understand if you don’t want to do it. Thanks for your time. 😊” — by anon

a/n: thanks for your kind words, anon! i hope you like this part two hehe 😊 and also this will the first time i would portray pansy as a good person lol.

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I don’t want to make out with myself (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is an avenger and she’s super sarcastic and dry with everyone and she acts like she hates everything and peters the only person she nice to and everyone teases her about it?? they sort of have a relationship like april and andy on parks and rec? thanks!!

A/N: I loved the idea, but for some reason, I don’t really like how this turned out. I hope it is just me and you guys enjoy it! xx 


‘’Will you shut up?’’ you say to Tony, who is rambling about something he has created. You have been an Avenger for two years, when Tony found you living on your own under a fake name, trying to hide your powers. Being able to shift into other people made it easy for you to live alone, shifting into an old woman when your teachers wanted to talk to your mom.
You have been trained by your father, who had been on the army. You learnt how to fight at a young age, when you discovered about your powers, knowing people would try to take you. Your parents have given their lives when some men appeared at your house one day to try to take you, and they told you to run away. The day after, you saw on the news that they had been murdered, and you took all the money they had left you and fled, starting a new life -you became colder and talked to no one, trying to keep your identity a secret and not using your powers when not necessary. Tony somehow found you and took you under his wing; even if you hadn’t wanted it at first, when he showed you the tower, with its bedrooms and training rooms, you couldn’t refuse.
Two years after, you are still closed up, not being talkative and avoiding any kind of relationship with the team. You love them and they love you, but you don’t feel comfortable sharing your thoughts and feelings. The only person who made you open up was Peter Parker, a boy who has joined The Avengers only two months ago and who doesn’t live with you all, but who somehow has managed to win his way onto your heart.
Tony glares at you, mad at you for not being excited. You can feel Peter’s laugh against your head since you are lying on his chest, waiting for it to be your turn to go onto the ring.
‘’You could try and be nice sometimes, [Y/N]’’ Tony says, still glaring.
You roll your eyes and get up from the ground. You look around the room, Natasha and Steve finishing their fight.
Just as they leave the ring, you go onto it, waiting for someone to fight you.
‘’Hey, Sam, wanna get your ass handed to you?’’ you ask, smirking.
‘’As if that was gonna happen, little girl’’ he answers.
A minute later, his head is trapped between your legs, his hand punching the ground.
‘’Let me breathe, let me breathe!’’ he shouts, trying to escape your grasp.
You laugh and let him go, getting up from the ground.
‘’I didn’t even have to shift. You are getting old, Sparrow’’ you say.
‘’It’s falcon. There is a huge difference.’’
‘’Sure, pigeon’’ you say smirking a little. ‘’Does anybody else want to fight?’’ you ask. Peter gets up from where he was sitting and walks to the ring, smiling at you. ‘’No. Nope. I’m not fighting you, Pete. I don’t want to hurt you’’ you say, shaking your head vigorously.
‘’You didn’t even think about it before trying to kill me!’’ Sam says.
‘’Well, Peter deserves kindness. You don’t’’ you answer, looking at him. ‘’I’m not fighting you, Pete.’’
‘’Come on, [Y/N], a punch is not gonna kill me’’ he says, a sweet smile adorning his lips.
‘’We know why you don’t want to fight him’’ Natasha says, her usual smirk on her lips.
‘’Little [Y/N] has a crush’’ Tony’s voice sings, for once, him and Natasha agreeing on something.
‘’It’s not a crush!’’ you shout, blushing. Peter is blushing as well, trying not to make it too noticeable.
‘’Oh, come on, [Y/N], don’t listen to them’’ Steve says, putting his arm around your shoulder. You frown -Steve knows you don’t like people touching you, so he only does it when he is joking. ‘’It is okay if you have a crush.’’
You growled and looked at them, Peter standing still and blushing.
‘’I hate you all’’ you say, really serious. You look at Peter, who doesn’t know what to do. ‘’Well, not you. But I hate the rest of you’’ you say as you leave the room, your cheeks bright red.
You hear footsteps behind you just as you leave the room, and turning around, you see Peter, running to you.
‘’Hey, don’t listen to them. We are the youngest and they like to joke around’’ he says, putting his hand in your arm.
‘’Yeah, but what if I do have a crush on you? You are the only one here who makes me feel anything at all. They are like my family, but you always bring the good out of me and I-‘’ you confess, feeling brave, before feeling Peter’s lips on your own.
‘’Well, if you have a crush on me, that’s great, because I have a crush on you’’ he whispers before kissing you again.
You hear more footsteps approaching you, and throwing Peter inside the first room you can find, you quickly shift into him, trying to distract the team.
‘’Hey, Peter, have you seen [Y/N]?’’ Natasha asks, the whole team behind her, talking between them.
‘’Yes, she went to her room. Seemed pretty pissed off. I think there were tears on her eyes’’ you say, trying to make them feel bad.
‘’Shit’’ she answers before leaving to your room. The rest of the team follows her close behind, and you walk into the room you have pushed Peter in.
‘’Oh my God, that’s scary’’ he says as he sees you. ‘’Can you please stop looking like me? Not in a rude way, but I don’t want to make out with myself.’’
You laugh softly and quickly shift into yourself before pulling him in for a kiss, a smile on your lips.

Better late than Never

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Meg, Charlie and Amara.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Just swearing. And waaaaay too many eye rolls and sarcastic scowls. FLUFF! (Dean being a sweety)

Summary: College Au. Everyone meets up for drinks as friends usually do and things take a very interesting turn. The reader finally admits how she feels.

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21​‘s AU Funny quote Challenge and I picked, “I have this code. No cash for ass.” I just wanna say congrats on 2K followers, your work is stellar and you deserve everyone of them. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you for reading and if you thought it was great, feedback would be appreciated. Lots of love!

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Three Empty Words. Part 2. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – Yes. Thank you guys for all the support for this fic.

Prompt – Peter tries to win (Y/N) back but there are complications along the way.

Warning – Angsty vibes that can cause anger and teenage rebellion.

Words – 1,461. 

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Part 1.

Peter’s Point of View.

Regret is common feeling of despair over an event that has occurred in a person’s life and they wish they could take back their actions. Trust me when I say that I am very familiar with the feeling of regret. Everyday I am reminded that I am the reason why my Uncle Ben died. I could have done something to change the outcome, but yet I was a pawn in his death. I try coping with it on a daily basis, but every now and then I get a little emotional thinking about what could have been. 

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hopelessgarbage-deactivated2017  asked:

5 29 26 64 with bucky and lots of angst maybe? Thanks!

I am sorry it took so long to write . This is all the angst I could write . I hope you like it . 

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”This was a mess before I came here”

“Please don’t make me hurt you.”
“I am not spying . Just copying some files that belong to them.”

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

You were now officially an avenger . You don’t do anything that you did in the past . You have learnt the difference between wrong and right . And to now actually make the world a better place you decided to join the avengers . You helped people , you saved them . It made you feel better . It didn’t wash away your sins , but it gave you a reason to live .

You were happy . You were doing something that made you and others happy .

Walking to the lab you were thinking about the life you made for yourself . You were around people who cared for you and had your back . Bucky , your boyfriend for the past year made you the happiest . You couldn’t ask for more  . You only hoped that your past doesn’t come seeping through the cracks of lies you had created to be here .

As you opened the door to the lab you saw Natasha downloading some files into the printer .

Tell me you’re kidding.” She muttered to herself .

“Nat? What are you doing?” You asked walking towards her , confusion etched on your face.

“Nothing.”, she answered nonchalantly .

“Are you spying?”

She laughed a sarcastic laugh .

I am not spying . Just copying some files that belong to them.”
“To whom?”
“Bucky and Steve.”

A pit of anxiety started emerging in your stomach . What if…. NO!!! This can’t be happening . You erased every evidence of your past . But you knew Nat was very good at what she does .

“You know…I always sensed something weird with you . I mean , you have no notable trace before the age of 20 . I always wondered why. And today I found it .”

FUCK…

“Nat ..Please . You can’t do this . You can’t do this to me , to Bucky . Please don’t create a mess now.”

“Oh honey . This was a mess before I came here .”

You were on the verge of tears . This was your worst nightmares . You didn’t know what to do . She started walking towards the door and you followed her .

You pulled her back with her arm .

“Please Nat . Don’t do this . I don’t do that anymore .”., you cried .

Please don’t make me hurt you Y/N  . And I don’t trust you .” She pushed you harshly before starting to walk to where  Steve was .

You followed her , crying all the way .

 You were finally happy . You left everything back to correct all your sins . You were trying . You were trying to become better . Trying to help . But every time you thought of moving on , you were kicked right back to square one . But you already knew that today you couldn’t escape .

“Steve , look what I found .”

He started going through all the files on the computer , his face falling , slowly anger creeping in .

You stood behind Natasha . Your eyes glued to the ground . Thinking about the consequences .

“Y/N.”, Steve said your name in horror .

“Steve let me explain.” You started reaching out to him .

“Nooo…There is nothing to explain.”

“Steve …Please…I was taken as a kid . I didn’t know .”
“I don’t care . You are the very person because of whom our life has been hell.”
“Steve NO!!! It wasn’t me . I stopped long ago . Please , you have to believe me .”
“I can’t . I don’t . It was you .”
“Noo. Steve . You of all people should understand . Bucky…..”
“Don’t fucking talk about him!!!! Bucky was different . He was brain washed . He was a victim . But you…..” He came closer to me , with anger radiating off of him.
“You did this with all your senses . You weren’t brainwashed . So don’t even bring up Bucky’s name.”

“SMACK “  Steve slapped you right across the face .

“I trusted you.” He said pointing his finger , a tear escaping his eyes .

“Steve!!! What the fuck???”

Bucky said as he saw you on the floor , sobbing .

“Bucky..Stay away from her .” Steve pushed Bucky as he was approaching you .

Steve started explaining to Bucky while Nat was calling Nick Fury .

“Bucky , listen to me . She worked for Hydra . She was a part of them for 12 years . She did things to people that no one can imagine . She tortured them , she made them do bad stuff . She put people through much worse than you have been through . She is not to be trusted . We are sending her to jail . She needs to be locked up.”

You could see the way Bucky expressions were changing . He was clueless at first . He couldn’t believe what was happening . But as Steve continued explaining he seemed to get angry and in the end you could see that he was hurt .

“I trusted you . I loved you .” He said stalking towards me with tears flowing down his face .

“I thought you understood me because you …you….Oh my god  !!! WHY??? Why did you do it??”

“Bucky …listen…”
“I can’t…I can’t think .I feel dirty . You touched me . I had your lips on me . You had your hands all over me. I feel disgusted . How could you do this? Do you still work for them? Are you here to take me back?”
“Bucky no.”, you cried reaching to hold him but he moved back .

“Did you even love me?”, he whispered .

YES .Yes you did of course love him . He gave you the courage to become a better person . He made you brave  .He made you who you were today . He gave you hope . He made you feel like you deserve a second chance .

As you were being dragged from the floor by the officials to be put in jail , you looked up at Bucky one last time .

You never wanted to hurt him . You never wanted to betray him . He looked so lost and hurt .

You couldn’t look at him . Only his face flashed across your eyes .  Teary eyed , drained face .

Your parents were killed by HYDRA and they took you in when you were only 8 . What child would at that tender age understand the difference between wrong and right . You did what they told. They made you believe that you were getting rid of bad people that corrupted the world . They gave you rewards for killing tem and it made you happy knowing that you were doing great things for the world . But you were 19 when you realised the truth . It took you one full year to escape HYDRA . You made a new life , away from bad stuff . You beat yourself up everyday thinking about how good you felt taking innocent lives .

You tried moving on but the nightmares kept those memories alive . Two years of struggling you came to terms that you couldn’t change your past but you can definitely make your future better . You erased every trace of your existence before 20 and made a fake one .

You joined the avengers due to the vast experience in combat and medical field .   You were feeling good .  You were doing good . Until it all came crashing .

You were thrown into the cell for life time imprisonment .

All you could think of was the hurt on Bucky’s face . Maybe you didn’t deserve second chances like Bucky did . Maybe you didn’t deserve to make things right like Bucky did . No one fought for you like the way Steve did for Bucky . Even Bucky didn’t fight for you . 

Maybe it is because you weren’t worth fighting for .


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ALRIGHT ELLA SINCE I GUESS I’M SUCH A  BIG NAME FANDOM BULLY ,   I’M GONNA BE THE ONE TO MAKE THE   CALL OUT POST !!!   are we ready guys ?   this one is gonna be a doozy .   hold on to your seats ,   because  @LEGILLIMENCYY  is definitely a  stealer ,   and i’m sick of the way she has treated my good friend  ally ,   as well as others on this stupid fucking website .

i had made  a smaller post  about this last night for my followers ,   but since this problem has  continued  to escalate ,   ella has given me  no other choice .   we are here now ,   in this  toxicity  called  call out culture .   i’m normally not a fan of it ,   but this time i had to speak up .   ally is my  friend ,   a long time friend at that .   and when you fuck with her ,   you fuck with me .

so let’s start at the  beginning ,   shall we ?   the basis of everything you’ve  stolen ?   i say your   theme insp.  is as good a place to start as any :

i just …   wow .   that is …   that is some  damn good   inspiration  you stole there ,  huh ?   ripped off practically her entire edited agirlingrey code ,   right down to the  font styles and link placements .   i can’t even give you ps credit because even your bg image looks extremely similar to ally’s .   so i guess  kudos  to you for knowing how to steal other people’s codes .

but you didn’t  stop  there ,   did you ?   no ,   of course not !   why  would you ?   you were already stealing her code ,   why not go ahead and steal some of her  headcanon’s  too ?

wow dude .   just wow .   did you even  rewrite  it ?   or just  copy / paste ?   and yes ,   please make sure to look at the  hovered dates  on each :   ally’s is from  6 months ago ,   while ella’s  copied version  dates back less than a week to even  HOURS  at least .   you even stole her  tag name ,   which is pretty  sad .

and then ,   when you were finally called out on your stealing ,   you  BLOCKED  ally for calmly trying to talk to you ,   for  ASKING  you to take down  HER  content .   it was only after  i and a few others  started sending messages that you  BLOCKED US AS WELL ,   and then  messaged  ally with the most   insincere ,   bullshit excuse ever heard ever up to date :

i see  a lot  of things  wrong  with this ,   so let’s just name them off ,   shall we ?   1 .    and none of us  –  with the exception of oc blogs  –  actually created these characters so to claim any kind of originality to anything is honestly bull.          i just …   what ?   what kind of  fresh hell  is this ?   that is like ,   the  shittiest excuse  ever made up ,   like ever .   that’s like a  7 year old  who knows they did wrong trying to  back track  and get out of the blame .   i just want you to know ,   that every writer is laughing right now .   we are all laughing ,   because that is honestly the  stupidest  thing i have ever fucking read in my entire life .

2 .    but since you and your little group of friends are all worked up about it i’ll delete my headcanons and kind of start my blog over.          fuck ,   i would  love  to stop you right there ,   but there’s  so much more  i need to get to .   um .   ally’s friend group  ISN’T  little .   there are  loads  of people on this site that have her back ,   and  love  her for being the person she is ,   not the   fake sickly sweet  bitch you think she is .   oh ,   and  yes  ella ,   i have the screenshot  of that ask ,   too !   you know ,   the one you  deleted ?   let’s post that too ,   huh ?

oh wow ,   and look at all those  vague posts  there too ;   newsflash ,   ella :   that anon on the right ,   the one who called you worthless ?   that wasn’t ally .   ally doesn’t stalk your blog .   i think you kind of have that  backwards  huh ?   considering all your headcanon posts are hers from what ,   6 months back ?   i think that seems a little  stalkerish ,   hmm ?

but i digress ,   getting back to your  shitty excuse of an apology :   3 .    but whatever. i’ll  [ delete ? ]  my headcanons and start fresh …          so …   they’re  not  technically yours ,   considering you weren’t the one who thought of them .   and if you were going to  delete  them ,   why are they  still  on your blog ?   why did you lie ?

listen ella ,   none of us wanted it come to this ,   but  you made this .   you did this to yourself .   not only did you steal ally’s things and take extreme inspiration from her ,   but you lied about it ,   and dragged her name through the proverbial mud ,   and i  for fucking one  will not  take that sitting down .   so take down your stolen headcanons ,   make a theme that isn’t based off of someone else’s ,   and come up with your own goddamn things ,   or face my wrath .   the next time i see this happening with you ,   i  will report you to tumblr for  theft  and  harassment .   what you’ve done is  childish ,   it’s  pathetic  and  immature  and  unbecoming .   i’m  not  sorry to drag your ass through the fucking dirt like you did ally and present you to the public :   a dirty fucking thief with the attitude to match .

get off your goddamn high horse .   no one here accepts the shit that you’re pulling ,   so there’s no need for your shitty self entitlement ,   k ?   k .

Only A Dance (Part II)

Part I (if you haven’t read it yet)


Recap: 

“Well with how much swelling there is, you might’ve fractured your ankle. Does it hurt here?” I wince and nod. “What about here?” I wince again. “I’m going to take you to get some x-rays, but I need to ask you a couple questions before we go. Have you had any surgeries in your foot”
“No, I have not.”
“Okay lastly for your safety, are you pregnant?”
I laugh a little and turn towards Shawn smiling, “Surprise?”



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“Wait.. what? Are you pregnant?” Shawn says in shock.

I look between both Shawn and Doctor Avery. “Yeah, I’m pregnant.” 

“How far along are you?” Doctor Avery

“8 weeks or so.” The doctor then writes down on his clipboard.

“Okay. While giving X-rays, we typically put a lead apron on to protect organs from any scattered radiation rays. Today we’d just be scanning your foot, so there shouldn’t be much worry.” he smiles. “I’ll have my nurses wheel you down to surgery and I’ll meet you down there.”

“Thank you Doctor Avery.” The doctor exits the room and I look at Shawn. “Are you okay?” I place my hand on his shoulder and start to rub it.

“So you really are pregnant?” He looks up at me from his seat next to me.

“Yeah I am.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“I was planning on telling you after all of our performances because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“You weren’t going to tell me for another month?”

“No..”

“So you didn’t want me to worry? Or you just didn’t want to tell me?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to tell you?” I reach for his hand, but he pulls it back.

“I don’t know. Probably why you didn’t tell me about your past with Grant.”

A knock sounds at the door, but I ignore it. “Shawn please don’t do this.”

“Hi, sorry if I’m bothering you two -” The nurse says after making her appearance. 

“Don’t worry we’re done here.”  Shawn says with a sarcastic smile.

The nurse furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Miss y/l/n, I need to take you to x-ray.” She turn towards Shawn. “Would you like to come with?”

“If that’s okay?”

She smiles at him “Yeah, it’s okay.” then the nurse unlocks the wheels on my stretcher. Shawn walked next to me as the nurse pushed me down the hall. I kept hoping that he’d talk to me, look at me, or something. But what had I expect since I kept a pretty big secret from him. Instead of looking at Shawn the entire time, I decide to lay back and just close my eyes. Suddenly I felt a hand reach mine, knowing it was Shawn’s. I sigh in relief because this was his way of showing he cared and was worried about me without saying anything.




Eventually we got down to the X-ray room. Y/n was laying where the scanning device is and I was behind this lead wall and wearing this super heavy lead apron. Doctor Avery was explaining to y/n what was going to happen. 

“How long have you two been together?” the nurse asks me.

“6 years, almost 7.”

“I remember being young and in love once.”

I notice the ring and wedding band on her left hand. “How long have you been married to him?”

“Oh I divorced that one long ago.” she laughs. “But I married this one last year.”

“I’m sorry about that…and congratulations all at the same time.” I say while awkwardly scratching the back of my neck.

“You care about her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah I do. I love her a lot and I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Well first of all you don’t need someone to be happy. But, if you really care about her try not to get mad over her not telling you about the pregnancy. Right now she’s going through a lot of changes with her body and the added stress won’t help the babies.”

“I’m not mad about it -” The nurse immediately turned around and gave me a look with her eyebrow raised. “Okay maybe a little bit. But, we always planned on having kids later. Especially when both of our careers are crazy and starting.”

She turns to look at where y/n is. “Children are both blessings and curses. Sometimes they come at times when really aren’t the best. But once that child is born and you’re holding it in your arms, you know you made the best decision and won’t let a fly hurt that precious little one. Even when a few days later when you’re losing sleep and sanity, they’ll still hold your heart.”

Then Doctor Avery comes over by us. “Thank you Darla. She’s all set and can go back.” he then looks at me. “You sure got a fighter over there.”




Soon I was back in my hospital room. Shawn was sitting next to me showing me these amazing album designs made by his fans on twitter.

Three knocks sound at the door. “How are things going?” Doctor Avery enters the room.

“I’m doing alright, my ankle it still pretty sore.”

“Yeah it’s going to be for a while. I have your x-ray’s if you’d like to see?” I nod back to his question. “So this here is your ankle.”

“No I thought it was your boob.” Shawn whispers in my ear. I hit his arm which caused him to start laughing.

“Luckily there is no fracture in your foot and ankle.”

“Yay” I say excitedly.

“Unfortunately, you have a pretty sever sprain in your ankle. So I’m going to wrap up your foot and then I’m going to put it in this boot.” He grabs the roll of bandage from out of his pocket and uncovers my foot from the blanket. “You won’t be able to go back to ballet for at least a month.”

“A month?! That’s like -”

“Forever. I know. Does the bandage feel too tight?”

“No, it feels fine..”

“How about we set up an appointment in two weeks to see how your foot is healing? And if it is going okay, you could be back dancing in a month or less.”

“That sounds good!”

“Wonderful! I’ll have a nurse come in a finish the details and get you some crutches to use for the first few days. Have a great rest of your night you two.” He shakes our hands before exiting the room.

“One month is going to take a long time…”

“Tell me about it.”

“Huh?” I was confused by Shawn’s response. How does he know it’s going to be a long time. He’s not in ballet right now, so it’s not like he would know. Mind you, he does have time limits for his album and stuff like that so he probably would know.

“A little birdy told me someone’s getting released tonight.” said the nurse.

I smile really big. “I’m surprised actually. I thought my foot was broken with how bad it hurt at first.”

“You got off lucky.” She winks at me.




“You got off lucky.” Darla winks at y/n then looks at me. 

Darla continues talking to y/n about her next appointment amongst other topics. I’m too focused on my phone texting my mom about how y/n it doing. I explain about y/n ankle just being severely sprained. “So you don’t have the chance to ask her tonight do you?” My mom texts me back. To be honest, I was supposed to propose to y/n tonight. Well, those plans changed until that douchebag dropped her and we ended up at a hospital. Unfortunately I won’t be able to do it anytime soon now. I respond back to my mom and she send back: “I love you sweetie. Tell y/n I wish her the best. Xx”

“Hey big shot, did you hear that?”

“Hm what?” I tuck my phone into the pocket of my suit jacket.

“Men..” Darla and y/n laugh.

“My appointment is October 27th at 10am.”

“Alright sounds good. My mom says hi and she wishes you the best by the way.”

“There’s nothing else left here, but for you two to go home and relax. Just help y/n get changed into her clothes and out of her hospital gown. Got that big shot?”

I laugh “Yes I do. Thank you Darla. For everything.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She smiles. “Now get out of here and go home. I still have an hour before my shift ends.” Darla then leaves the room.

I go over and grab the bag of y/n’s clothes. “How do you know her name?” Y/n questions.

“Well for starters, it’s on her name tag. Plus I was talking to her when you were getting your X-ray done and Doctor Avery said it.” I then untie her gown from the back. I had her, her bra and the shirt. She then slips them on. Next I help her stand up and carefully slide on her leggings over the wrap on her foot. She sits back down so she can slide the leggings on her other leg. I stand next to her to help her balance while she pulls the pants up complete, then she sits down again. I grab the black boot that Avery provided her and slide that onto her foot too. 

“Thank you.” Y/n says as I hand her the crutches. 

“Anything for you.” I kiss her forehead and we head out to the lobby, which happened to be close by. 

“Aw shoot it’s raining outside.” Y/n says, noticing it through the big glass windows.

“Stay here close to the door and I’ll go pull up the car.”

“Okay, I’ll be here.” 

I find the keys in my pocket before heading outside, so it’s faster to get into the car. As I run out into the rain, I feel water fill my shoes. It’d been raining so much that it’d created a little flood in parts of the parking lot. Finally I get to the car, unlock it, and drive up the the doors of the hospital. I run back into the building where y/n was waiting. “Hold these.” signaling to her crutches. She looks at me confused until I pick her up bridal style. I run back to the car, open the passenger car door, and put her in. After closing the door behind her, I run to the driver’s side. I look at y/n and she is soaked, but she has a huge smile on her face.

“This reminds me of our first date.” Just the thought of our first date brings a smile to my face. On our first date we decided to go star gazing. That’s the night we also had our first kiss. We were so caught up in the moment that we didn’t see the clouds forming over head, until we felt the downpour come down on us. I picked her up just like I had just now and carried her to the car.

“That was a pretty good night if I do say so myself.” I smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on her lips. “Let’s go home and get dried.”




If I had to be in a car with anyone, it would be anyone but Shawn. He’s so reckless while driving. He’s either so into the music he’s blaring or he’s taking pictures while driving. I swear to god if he does this when our kid is born, I’m going to beat his ass.

“Can you please pay attention to the road? It’s already storming and you’re making me nervous.”

Shawn turns down the music playing, “What? You don’t feel safe when I drive?”

“No I don’t, not really.”

“Mhm you’re just embarrassed by my dancing.”

“Oh honey that’s been since the day I met you.” I laugh. “Just focus on getting home okay?”

Less than two minutes later we’re home. Shawn pulls up into the garage and goes around to my side to help me out.

“I can do this, thank you though.”

Shawn steps back and takes a bow. “After you m’lady.”

“You’re such a goof.” I hobble in my crutches into the house with Shawn following shortly behind me. 

Shawn sets down his jacket on the back of a chair in the dining room. “I’m going to go change clothes. Do you want anything.” 

“No I’ll change in a little bit, I’m going to get a glass of water first.” Shawn goes into our room and I head to the kitchen. I grab a glass and fill it up with water from the fridge. Shawn’s phone goes off.

“Hey babe! Can you see what that says, it’s from Andrew.” He shouts.

“Yeah.” I go into his pocket reaching for his phone, but I feel something else in his pocket. It’s tiny and cold. I pull it out and it’s a ring; an engagement ring.

“What’d he say?” Shawn comes walking out in just his pajama bottoms. “Oh shit.” He takes notice of what’s in my hands.

“When were you going to ask me?” I look up from the ring and look at him.

He scratches the back of his head. “The plan was tonight after your performance, but then you got hurt and then I found out that you were pregnant. I didn’t want you to think I was proposing to you just because I found out and I..” He sighs. “I love you, y/n. I wanted it to be perfect.”

I start to tear up. He takes the ring from my hand and gets down on one knee. “I’ve wanted to ask you this question for years, practically since I laid eyes on you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You have the biggest heart I know. You are kind and caring. Most importantly, you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Y/n, will you marry me?” 

At this point the tears were streaming down my face and I just nod my head so fast since no words could come out. Shawn slides the ring on my finger and stands up. I hug him immediately, crying into his warm skin. I then kiss him so that it’s the most passionate kiss that we’ve shared, if that’s even possible.

I pull back and look into his amazing eyes. “There’s no other way I would’ve wanted you to ask me.”