- SHIP WHORE: May it be platonic, romantic or hate ship, I’m definitely up for it. I want realistic relationships for my muses–people who challenge their beliefs and character–and it doesn’t just limit to romance. Specifically, I like ships that contribute to my muse’s character development and my partner’s muse’s development, too.
- PLOT WHORE: I have a lot of plots I want to write (you can see all them in my RP goals tag.) I’m very flexible with them, however, I do have some limits. If an idea makes me feel comfortable, I’d let you know, though. From canon plots down to anime-based plots and the likes. I’d be down with Werewolf / Vampire, Biblical, Apocalypse, Supernatural, you name it, and etc.
- ANGST WHORE: I love angst. I’m a sucker for it. I live for it. It could be cute angst, dark angst, adventurous angst, or anything mixed with angst. I love to make my muses suffer and throw them into compromising situations. It’s a key to development.
- DEVELOPMENT WHORE: I’m very okay with pre-established relationships and fast-paced relationships, however, I want development to come with it. I want something to change for my muses; I want them to grow. They’re my babies, and as the mun, I want them to mature and change for the better . . . or worse.
- THREAD WHORE: One thread is never enough for me. If I have one thread with you, chances are, I’ll want more. (May it be with the same pair of muses, or another set of muses.) I believe that it just doesn’t take one event/encounter to make our muse’s relationships and characters flourish. IC asks are also included in the thread. I tend to send asks related to the event/encounter of our characters
- ASK / MEMES WHORE: Once I get comfortable with you OOC, I tend to send a lot of them. Although sometimes, I’m very hesitant to send them, lest I’d annoy you. If it irritates you, though, please let me know.
requests: when you get the chance could you maybe write a Carl imagine taking place back at negans sanctuary and one of negans wife catches his eye (she’s around the same age as Carl) and negan is yelling at her about something and Carl gets pissed and glares at him and yeah you can think of an ending? sorry. Thank you
can you make a part 2? or something similar to this?
pairing: carl x reader
a/n: this is so cheesy and dumb i hate myself but S7B PREMIERE WAS SO GOOD I ALREADY LOVE THE FEEL OF THIS NEW PART OF S7
After Negan brought that boy back to the sanctuary with him, he wasn’t the same. He seemed more caring towards you, and only you. It made you uncomfortable, of course, but you didn’t mind the special treatment one bit. You were thankful for that boy lighting a fire under Negan, but you were no longer used to his presence… You wanted to see that boy again.
You weren’t sure how old you were, but you could have only been a kid. You were young when the world went to shit, and you figured you were roughly the same age as the boy who had come into the Sanctuary that one day. As little as you knew about him, you hoped he would come back.
“Do you need anything?” Negan asked you. You shook your head, continuing reading the book you had found. “Do you want anything?” You smiled a little and shook your head again.
“I’m okay. Thanks, though.” Negan had suddenly taken an interest in you like never before. He was always asking you if you wanted anything, or if he could do anything for you. At first, it was nice, but after a while, it became repetitive. You weren’t needy. He knew that, but he was always checking in with you.
Negan took a seat on the couch beside you, sitting further away from you than usual. You marked your page and set the book on your lap, giving him your full attention. “Something wrong?”
Negan pursed his lips and shifted in his seat uncomfortably, readjusting his shoulders. He seemed out of his zone. “I know you don’t think I notice everything, but I do.” You raised one of your eyebrows inquisitively at him.
“You don’t have to stay here anymore. With me.” You searched his facial expression for any sign that he was screwing with you. That would be cruel, but you wouldn’t put it past him. “You don’t have to be my wife anymore.”
You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to anger him by seeming joyful, but you didn’t want to seem upset and make him think you wanted to stay.
“Thank you,” you muttered quietly. You got up off the couch and walked to your room, beginning to change into your old clothes that you hadn’t worn in ages. The shirt was a little too small for you. You had been so skinny when you didn’t always have access to food, but Negan fed you well, and you admittedly had gained some weight since becoming one of his wives.
Anyway, you pulled the shirt over your head and changed into an old pair of jeans. You sighed with content when you sat down and slipped out of the uncomfortable high heels, replacing them with your beat up sneakers. You finally felt like yourself again.
You were laying on your bed when a few knocks on your door startled you. You opened the door, and Negan was waiting outside your room. “Okay, now that the sappy shit is over, I gotta make one thing straight. You work for me now. You don’t get to just mooch off me anymore-”
“I want to be a Savior,” you interrupted. Negan’s eyes widened. “I used to scavenge with my old group. I was little, but I could shoot, and I was pretty good with a knife. I bet I lost some of my skills since coming here, but I could relearn them.” Negan remained quiet, still seemingly in shock.
“I want to be a Savior,” you repeated.
Negan sighed, then nodded. “Alright, then. Be ready to leave at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow morning.”
You slept better than you had in months that night. You weren’t scared of being out on the road. You weren’t nervous of making a fool out of yourself. You weren’t worried about what the other Saviors would think. You wanted to be one of them, and you had to do what it took to become one.
The next morning, Negan treated you to breakfast–no points needed. He claimed you would need time to rack up enough points to begin taking care of yourself, so he would cut you some slack for a few days. You were really shocked at how generous and kind he had been since that boy left the Sanctuary. Maybe if he was always like that before, you wouldn’t have hated being married to him.
After breakfast, there was no special treatment for you. You became just another one of the Saviors to Negan, but to the Saviors, you were something else. You could feel their eyes on you as you sat in the back of one of the trucks with your legs dangling over the edge. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, so you enjoyed the view of the woods from the gravel road.
The truck slowed to a stop, and you hopped off. You were met with a gigantic wall made of metal and a gate of wire and tarps. It was impressive, to say the least. It really made you wonder what Negan did to make people with such skill surrender to him.
You gathered around Negan, awaiting your instructions. He directed everyone on where to go but you. You waited until everyone left, then approached him annoyedly.
“Forget someone?” you asked, crossing your arms.
Negan shook his head at the ground. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to break a nail, doll. Now, would we?”
You scoffed at him as he walked away. What a dick.
You weren’t going to let him get the best of you, though. If he wasn’t going to give you a job, you would make one. You wandered through the gate, pretending like you knew what you were doing. The inside of the community, however, distracted you more than you were prepared for.
The houses all looked like they had been copied and pasted out of catalogues, with color schemes and potted plants on the porches to match. There was no trace of the new world anywhere. You knew that place had been taken care of since the beginning. Someone was dedicated to keeping it alive, and that gave you a rush of hope.
As you scoped out the town, someone caught your eye. The boy from the Sanctuary was standing a few yards ahead of you, looking right back at you. You began to walk towards him. gradually increasing your speed.
“I thought you were one of his wives,” the boy said calmly. He didn’t seem to have any sort of facial expression, but maybe you were just too overcome with reality that you couldn’t notice.
“I saw you there. I thought you were from the Sanctuary,” you said, unsure of what point you were trying to make.
He shook his head, his long hair covering his gauze-clothed eye. “I broke in to try and kill Negan.”
Your breathing quickened at the bluntness of the kid in front of you. People your age weren’t supposed to kill people. At least, they weren’t supposed to go out on hunts like that. You had killed a bad guy or two, but it was always out of self-defense, or if they were coming after someone from your group.
You felt an undeniable connection to him. You were no longer Negan’s, and you had little to no self-control. Without knowing, you felt like you were slowly becoming his.
Content/warnings: I hope you don’t mind a bit of swearing. Other than that it’s quite tame. Kind of crack-y
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’m terrible at requests. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing them, they just don’t come as naturally as stories I come up with myself. I assume you wanted the reader to end up with Jungkook? I hope this is okay enough for you 😬
It’s hot as fuck outside.
By the time you get up the steps to homeroom, you’re drenched in sweat. The air conditioner seems to be broken once again, and opening the windows just lets in more stifling heat. You’re glad that the school uniform is a skirt and not pants like the boys have to wear. If you had to wear pants in this weather, you would probably jump off the roof. Still, your standard issue white button down is suffocating, and you try to undo as many of the buttons as you can without getting in trouble.
As you settle into your desk, more students come in, sweaty and panting. Your classroom is on the fourth floor, and on days like these, you wished the elevators were available for students use. But alas, they’re for staff only.
The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the school day. The teacher has just begun the morning announcements when the door crashes open, and in walk Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.
I love you writings so much. Could you please do an imagine where the reader (Griffindor) is best friends with Draco Malfoy and decides to write him an anonymous note expressing her feelings towards him but then he later tell the reader about the note mockingly not knowing it was from her?! I’m sorry if it’s really confusing >.
Throughout your 4 years at hogwarts, there was only one person who you ever called your best friend, and that one person was Draco Malfoy.
Yes, that cocky, Slytherin boy who seemed to hate everyone. And although that was partly true, he didn’t hate you. Not one bit. Of course, you didn’t completely like him when you met him.
You two became acquainted in your first year potions class. You two sat at the same table and were partnered up for nearly every project. When you first started talking to him, he was, of course, extremely cocky and full of himself, which made you a little less motivated to be friends with him.
But, as time passed, you learned there was more to him than that hard exterior, and you begun hanging out more and more. Soon, the two of you became inseparable.
Tomorrow night was the Yule Ball, and it seemed to be the only thing anyone was talking about; girls gushed over their dresses and who they thought would ask them to the ball. Except for you. You had decided to stay in. Which Draco didn’t like at all.
“What do you mean you’re not going?!” He whined.
“I mean: ‘I’m not going.’ It’s as simple as that. I don’t want to get all dressed up and wear painful heels for some silly dance,” you answered, not looking up from your potions essay.
Draco snatched your quill from your hand. “Hey! Come on, I need to finish my essay!”
“No, you need to go to the ball! You’re my best friend, who else is gonna be my date?”
“Oh, Draco. Don’t you know you have a whole line of girls just dying for you to ask them?” You said sarcastically.
“I hate you,” he scowled playfully.
“I love you too, Draco,” you winked. The two of you locked eyes for a few seconds, causing your cheeks to turn pink. Quickly, you turned back to your essay.
That part definitely wasn’t sarcastic. You loved him. Yes, in a best friend kind of way, but lately, you’ve been feeling… More…
You weren’t sure if it was how he spoke to you, or the way he looked at you, or… The way he was there for you when no one else was. The way he’d make you laugh when you were down.
But what you did know was that you loved Draco Malfoy. You 100% wanted to go to the ball with him. Just not as his best friend. As his girlfriend.
“Tonight. I’ll tell him tonight,” you said to yourself.
Finally, the night everyone had been waiting for; the Yule Ball.
Everyone in the school was getting ready, including you. You had changed your mind about going with a little persuasion from a certain person.
Last night, you had left a note in Draco’s bag. It was anonymous, but you told him how you felt about him; about the way he made you feel. You told him you loved him. You were worried that he’d hate the note since he wasn’t one to really acknowledge his feelings.
You quickly shook the thought from your head and continued getting ready. Your mother had sent you an elegant, floor-length dress in your favorite color and a sparkling necklace to match.
You were ready.
As soon as you stepped into the Great Hall, all eyes fell on you. The boys ogled at you, the girls whispered over how magnificent you looked, and finally, there stood Draco, wide-eyed, completely blown away. He immediately walked up to you.
“(Y/N)… You look… Wow…” he breathed. He quickly cleared his throat. “You look stunning.”
“Thanks,” you blushed. “I love your dress robes. You look great,” you said awkwardly.
An awkward silence fell between the two of you.
“So, guess what?” Draco asked, breaking the silence.
He pulled out a folded up piece of parchment from his dress robes and held it up.
It was your note.
“W-what’s that?” You stuttered, trying to play dumb.
“I found it in my bag last night. It’s a love note.”
“Who do you think wrote it?”
“Probably bloody Pansy.”
Your heart dropped. “You think?”
“I’m not entirely sure. I don’t think she’d write something this cheesy. Look at this one part: ‘I get lost in your eyes every time you look at me and I melt whenever I hear you say my name.’ It’s mad, right?” He laughed, looking at the note once more.
Your face turned red. “I have to go,” you choked out, holding back your tears. You turned around and walked out of the Great Hall.
“Wait, (Y/N)!” Draco called out, but you were gone.
Embarrassed and flustered, you let your tears fall as you pulled off your heels and made way for the astronomy tower.
As soon as you got there, you put down your heels and leaned against the railing, looking up at the stars, allowing more hot tears to fall.
“It was you,” said a soft voice.
You whipped your head around and your eyes met with a pair of deep blue ones.
“Draco, I-” you started wiping away your tears.
“You wrote the note,”
“How long did it take for you to figure that out?” You asked bitterly, turning back to the railing.
He came over and stood next to you. “Not long after you left.”
You were quiet and you didn’t look at him.
“(Y/N), I wasn’t making fun of the note because I thought it was cheesy. I just… I-I didn’t want you to think that- okay, if another girl had written this, I didn’t want you to think I liked them… None of this is making sense, bloody hell…” he stammered, running his fingers through his hair.
You finally looked back at him and locked eyes with his once more.
“I love you, (Y/N).” He took a step closer to you.
He got closer again until your faces were merely centimeters apart. “I love you,” he repeated, his lips slightly brushing against yours as he spoke.
You didn’t say anything. Instead, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You ran your fingers through his hair as the kiss got deeper. You both eventually broke away, completely breathless.
Request: Hi Tori, I don’t really know how are you right now but I hope you’re good and I hope everything is okay. I really love your writing and your account and I just hope, if you still want to do this of course, that you’ll be back soon. Also I just thought of a cute idea. So maybe the whole team went on a camping trip somewhere and they all knew that Bucky and the reader have feelings for each other so they decided to put them in one tent? And just a lot of fluff? I hope everything’s okay. Love ya!
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warning: f l u f f
A/N: There’s this guy that likes me but I don’t like him in that way and I told him that I only like him as a friend but he keeps sending me cute texts and shit and it makes me really uncomfortable bc I just wanna be his friend
You couldn’t believe it. Staring at Wanda and Natasha, you give them a hard look.
“Can I talk to you two alone?” you say.
Bucky licks his lips. “Yeah, I need to talk to you guys too.” he gestures over to the guys.
You guide Wanda and Nat away from the boys and once you were at a decent distance you spun around, glaring at your friends. “What the fuck were you guys thinking?”
“Calm down, Y/N.” Nat sighed dramatically.
“Yeah, it’s not that big of a deal.” Wanda shrugged.
You scoff. “Not that big of a deal? You’re joking right?”
“We were tired of you two constantly flirting with each other around the tower so we took matters into our own hands.” Nat explained and you roll your eyes.
“We did not flirt.”
Wanda lets out a laugh. “Yeah you guys did. So much to the point where I wanted to bang my head against the wall.”
“Stop being so dramatic.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“It’s only for like, three days Y/N, it’s not like you’re gonna move in with the guy.” Nat rolled her eyes and you glare at her.
“Are you guys insane!?” Bucky shouted once you were far enough.
“We didn’t do anything wrong.” Sam smirked and Bucky was so close to punching the smug son of a bitch.
“Oh yeah? How ‘bout putting me in a tent with Y/N!” he fumed.
“Oh, did we - did we do that?” Tony placed his hand over his chest and pouted. “We had no idea.”
Bucky glared at him.
“Bucky listen,” Steve started. “Natasha and Wanda are sharing a tent and me and Tony are.”
“Well what about Sam? He gets a whole tent to himself?” the super soldier huffed.
“I got this sleeping disorder called ‘I don’t want to share a tent with Bucky Barnes’. It’s hard to sleep sometimes.” Sam shrugged and Bucky rolled his eyes.
“Well why doesn’t Tony share a tent with Sam and I can bunk with you, Steve? Hell, I’ll even take Tony!”
Sam put on a fake frown. “Mmm, nope. I have this other disorder called ‘I’m a lone wolf and I don’t share a tent with anyone’. It’s pretty tragic.”
“Sorry Buck, looks like you’re just gonna have to share a tent with Y/N.” Steve says, a smirk playing on his lips.
Tony perked up. “Oh my god, you like her! I almost forgot that! Remember guys, Bucky likes Y/N.”
Bucky knew damn well what these idiots were up to.
“Oh yeah!” Sam exclaimed.
“How could I forget such a thing.” Steve shook his head.
“What a coincidence that you two will be sleeping next to each other for three days.” Tony smiled.
Bucky glared. “You guys are assholes, you know that?”
Tony shrugged with a smile on his lips. “It’s in my genes.”
Sam, Tony and Steve look over Bucky’s shoulder, seeing that you and the girls were walking back. Sam pats the brunette on the back. “Have fun dude.” and with that, they left.
“Hey, the three of us are gonna go out and get some wood for the fire tonight.” Steve spoke towards you and the girls.
“I’ll come!” Bucky volunteered.
“No need, we’ve got this under control.” Steve smiled at his friend.
Natasha and Wanda looked at you then at Bucky before rushing over to the guys. “We’ll come with you.”
“For uh.. Moral support.” Wanda added.
“Sounds good to me.” Steve smiled. “Buck, you and Y/N stay here and watch over our camp. We’ll be back soon.”
There was no point in arguing with Steve so the two of you watched them walk off up until you couldn’t see them anymore. They had planned this all along.
There was no doubt that you and Bucky had feelings for each other and the whole team could see that. You both made it quite obvious. But over time they got tired of the flirting back and forth and since neither of you were going to tell the other how you feel, they decided that they’d take matters into their own hands and help you guys. Hence why you two are sharing a tent.
“So..” Bucky dragged the word out as he turned to you. “How’ve you been?”
He mentally slapped himself for asking such a stupid question.
“Good, good.” you nod. “You?”
“Good.” he says. There was a brief moment of silence before he turned to you. “They set this up, didn’t they?”
It had become dark quick and all of you were gathered around the campfire, laughing, talking, telling stories - it was great. But, soon that all came to an end when everyone decided to go to sleep.
“We’re going to the lake tomorrow so everyone needs to get their beauty sleep.” Tony announced then gave both you and Bucky a look. “And no fooling around. We can hear everything.”
You and Bucky blush while the others laugh. Bucky picks up a stick and throws it at Tony, muttering something under his breath about him being a dick. After watching the fire go out, everyone went to their tents and upon entering yours, you spot an air mattress blown up in the middle of it.
“Did you do this?” you ask, turning to face Bucky.
“Yeah, thought I’d put it in here so that our backs won’t hurt tomorrow from sleeping on the hard ground.” he shrugged, zipping up the tent.
“Oh thank god.” you breathe. “You’re a life saver.”
Bucky laughed and plopped down on the air mattress.
“Do the others have one too?” you inquired.
“No - Well Sam does. We only brought two and we all had to rock, paper, scissor it to see who would get them. Sam and I won.” he explained. You nod and dig through your bag, searching for some comfortable yet warm pajamas. Even though it was midway through summer, it was pretty cold during the night. After finding some sweats and scolding yourself for not bringing a long sleeve, you turn to Bucky.
“Could you..” you trail off and he nods, covering his eyes. Once you were done changing you tell him it’s okay to look before laying down next to him, quickly covering yourself to get warm.
You watch Bucky stand up and remove his shirt all while looking at him like he’s gone crazy. “What are you doing?”
He looks up at you. “Getting undressed to go to sleep?” he answers as a question.
“Aren’t you freezing?” you curl up in a ball, bringing the blankets closer to you.
Bucky laughs. “I never get cold, doll. I was injected with the serum, remember? They didn’t call me The Winter Soldier for nothin’.”
He chuckled at his own lame joke and you playfully roll your eyes. His hands then go down to the button of his jeans and he looks at you. “Are you okay with me sleeping in my boxers? Cause if not I can find some sweats to wear.”
You wave your hand. “Nah, it’s cool.”
Bucky smiles before pulling his pants down and tossing them towards his bag. He crawls into the blankets and gets comfortable before sighing.
“You know,” he starts off. “I hope this isn’t weird or anything - Us sharing a tent.”
You turn your head to him. “It’s not.”
“Good, cause for a second I thought-”
“I’m trying to sleep here.” Sam’s voice interrupted him and you almost forgot that everyone could hear you guys talking.
“Don’t try just do, lone wolf.” Bucky replied, Causing Tony and Steve to laugh.
After the laughter died down, it went silent and not long after soft snores could be heard from the others. You turn on your side, facing away from Bucky and trying to sleep but it was so damn cold. You hadn’t realized you were shivering until Bucky tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around.
“Hey..” he whispered. “Did I wake you?”
“No.” you respond, your head almost all the way under the blankets. “I was still awake.”
“You were shivering - Are you cold?” he asked, his face illuminated by the light of the full moon outside.
“Yeah. Sorry if I woke you up.” you apologize.
“You didn’t.” he says. “Do you want to.. Um.. Do you want to - I have a lot of body heat so if you want to-”
You scoot closer to Bucky, laying your head on his chest and entwining your legs with his. He wasn’t kidding, he’s so warm. Bucky let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arm around you, loving how close the two of you were before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning Bucky woke up to giggles. Opening his eyes, the first thing he sees was you laying on top of him, his arm lazily wrapped around your body. You must have shifted on top of him while sleeping. Smiling at how gorgeous you looked while sleeping, he almost forgot about the giggles until he heard it again. His eyes shot up at the entrance of the tent, noticing it was now open and everyone was standing there, gawking at the two of you.
A flash of a camera took Bucky by surprise and Tony smiled. “These are getting printed out and going on the fridge.”
“What the hell?” Bucky groaned, glaring at everyone.
“This is so cute.” Wanda comments, Nat nodding her head in agreement.
“Shut up, you guys are gonna wake up-”
Bucky didn’t have time to finish because you had started to wake up.
“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” Sam chuckled. “Sleep well?”
You look at where you were laying and close your eyes. “Oh god I’m sorry Bucky, you were just so warm and I was so cold and-”
“It’s fine, doll.” he smiled, hand rubbing your back. While continuing his actions he shot everyone a glare. “Get out.”
They obliged and leave, closing up the tent and announcing that they’ll start on breakfast. You plop back down on Bucky, pulling the covers up and closing your eyes.
“Come on, doll. We have to get up.” Bucky laughed.
“Five more minutes.” you murmur.
Bucky smiled at you and hums. He was okay with five more minutes of you on him.
A/N: Didn’t know how to end this lol oops. Anyways I just had some bomb ass tacos. I love tacos. o k a y y y y y tell me what ya think! :)
Summary: Y/N unintentionally breaks a law and is sentenced to 50 shock lashes, but she’s on hunt so Bellamy, trying to save her from the punishment, takes the blame on himself.
Word Count: 2388
Bellamy was just about to go to shower when he heard a knock on his door. With a groan he walked over to the door mentally cursing whoever was on the other side, he couldn’t even take a shower without being interrupted. As he opened it his eyes fell on Octavia standing there with rather frantic look on her face.
“What is it, O?” He asked her impatiently getting worried just by looking at her uneasiness.
“Have you seen Y/N?” She questioned him urgently, breathing heavily as she was probably in hurry.
Summary//Request: After breaking up with Mark a few months ago, you hide yourself away from him to try and forget about him. But after becoming stranded in the city due to a snowstorm, you find yourself in his apartment with all of the emotions and feelings still present in both your hearts.
Please note that this scenario mentions feelings of heavy relationship insecurities and feelings of not being good enough for someone.
Can you do a Remus Lupin x reader were a handsome slytherin boy is flirting with you and Remus is jealous.
-Warnings- A bit of harassment.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The skies were clear; not a single cloud to cover the bright, warm sun. Everyone was either sleeping in or awake and talking about the big quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
You were sat at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast with your best friends James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus.
The five of you had been friends ever since your first year. You loved them all, but…
There was one you loved more.
Whenever you’d see him, your heart would leap, and whenever he spoke to you, you could feel your knees go weak. You were absolutely head over heels, and so was he.
But neither of you knew how the other felt. That’s always how it goes, right?
Of course, although you two didn’t know, James, Sirius, and Peter knew. Oh, they knew.
On countless occasions, you had been caught staring at Remus or blushing whenever he made a comment.
Remus was a little better about keeping it under wraps. But, there’s only one thing that brings out a hint of how he feels.
“Well, hello there, (Y/N),” a voice said. You turned around and there he was.
“Oh, toss off, Daniel,” Remus said bitterly.
“Was I talking to you, Lupin? No, I was talking to this lovely lady right here.” he sent a wink your way, making you roll your eyes.
Daniel was the Slytherin seeker. He was quite the looker, but really, that’s all he had going for him. He was cruel to anyone he wasn’t interested in and acted as if he were the most important person ever to exist.
Lately, he’s been taking an interest in you, and Remus didn’t like that. Not at all.
“What do you want, Daniel?” You groaned.
“I was just wondering if you were going to watch the big game today? I’d love to see your pretty face in the crowd,” he flirted, stepping a bit closer to you.
James, Sirius, and Peter all made vomiting sounds in the background. Daniel glared at them.
“Of course I’m going to the game, but not for you. What makes you think I’d ever cheer you on?” You spat, crossing your arms.
“‘Cause, you’d be my good luck charm, doll,” he winked again, moving his hand to rest on your cheek. You quickly smacked it away.
“I better not go to the game, then,” you said coldly with an evil grin.
He shook his head and chuckled. “See you at the game, (Y/N). You too, Potter,” he emphasized his name.
“Okay okay, great, now bugger off, you git!” Sirius shouted. Daniel rolled his eyes and walked away.
“I hate that guy,” Remus grumbled, putting down his fork.
“Oh, we know,” Peter nudged Remus’ arm and then making a small gesture towards you without you seeing. Peter gave Remus a look that said “we know you like her.”
“Shut it, Wormtail,” Remus said, attempting to hide his red cheeks.
“You better not let Slytherin win, James,” you warned, pointing your fork at him.
“Oh yeah, no. That’s not happening. They’re not gonna win. I hope that git gets hit with a bludger,” James responded, getting a chorus of laughters from the rest of the group.
Remus watched as you laughed and smiled. You looked over at him and locked eyes for a split second before you both turned red and looked away.
~At the game…~
“Gryffindor wins!” The announcer shouted. The Gryffindors began filing out of the stands and onto the field to congratulate the team, including you.
“Come on, Remus! Let’s go congratulate James!” You said excitedly. Without noticing, you grabbed him by the hand, sending sparks up his arm, and causing his cheeks to fluster once more.
As you two ran out onto the field, you were stopped in your tracks by none other than Daniel.
“Daniel! Quite the loss Slytherin just took, huh?” You said bitterly
“Yeah, we lost. But, I could still win. How about you go on a date with me?” Daniel said, stepping closer.
“Back off, Daniel,” Remus spat, stepping in between the two of you.
“Aw, is this your boyfriend, (Y/N)? He sure does have a problem with me,” Daniel crossed his arms.
You looked at Remus for a moment before speaking. “Yes, he is my boyfriend,” you took a hold of Remus’ arm as well as his hand. He looked back at you wide-eyed, but went along with it.
“Yeah, so back off,” Remus repeated, holding your hand tightly, not breaking eye contact with Daniel.
“Oh, I don’t believe that for one second-” Daniel began, but was cut off.
“Its true!” someone said. You looked past Daniel and saw James, Peter, and Sirius all coming towards you.
“What?” Daniel turned around.
“I said: it’s true,” Peter repeated.
“Yeah! These two just can’t stay away from each other!” Sirius chimed in, winking at you and Remus.
“Why don’t you two just kiss? Like you do all the time?” James added.
You looked at Remus. Before you knew what was going on, you felt a pair of lips against yours.
Remus. Remus was kissing you.
You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace as he placed his hands on your waist.
Daniel rolled his eyes and immediately stormed off.
“See ya later, creep!” Sirius called out.
“Okay, you two. He’s gone… You can stop kissing now,” said James.
But neither of you broke away. You kept going.
“Let’s-uh-leave the lovebirds to it, I suppose,” James snickered, motioning for them to leave.
Eventually, you both pulled away.
“I-uh-I’m sorry. I just… Didn’t want to pull away…” Remus said sheepishly, slowly removing his hands from your waist. “Well, now he thinks we’re a couple, so he shouldn’t bother you anymore,”
“Right.” You both stood awkwardly.
“I’ll-uh-see you later, (Y/N).” He began to walk away. You brought your fingers to your lips, still feeling the kiss linger on them. Before he got too far, you quickly grabbed his hand, and turned him around.
“Everything okay?” He asked, giving you a concerned look.
“Kiss me again,” you breathed, gazing into his eyes.
A small smile grew on his face as well as yours. He grabbed you by the waist, pulled you towards him, and slammed his lips against yours. Your heart raced as your bodies pressed together, feeling your lips move in perfect rhythm.
When the kiss broke, you both rested your foreheads against each other, attempting to catch your breath.
“I love you, Remus,” you murmured.
He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for so long.”
Reading a couple of these stories reminds me of another experience I had with my great management at my retail job at that cheap shoe store (ahem).
It was within my first couple weeks of working there, and being 18 and never really working in a retail setting before, I had no prior experience of working at point of sale (ie, I didn’t know how to work the damn cash register computer). No one really let me use it, just kind of showed me things here and there while they used it.
One of these early days, I was in the store alone with my assistant manager. At one point she tells me, “I’m taking my lunch in the back, if something happens and you need me, come get me.”
And then I was alone. Which wasn’t a big deal, I thought, this is a dead-ass store and probably no one will even come in.
After a few minutes a customer come in– the obnoxious kind, that have no manners. She picks up multiple boxes of shoes, talks loudly on her phone, etc. She comes to the counter, and I think here it is, my chance to shine!
I begin ringing her out- I enter my employee ID, ring up the shoes, and as my finger is reaching for the “Total” button, customer holds a coupon out in my face: “I want to use this.”
I read the coupon, which looks like it’s been xeroxed from somewhere else, and see that the coupon has expired. I let her know and she tells me “then I don’t want this pair.”
Ooooook, I look around the cash register, trying to figure out what to do. I don’t see a “cancel item” button, and this customer is impatient (“It’s just one pair of shoes, I still want the rest of them…”). The only thing I could find in the moment was “Void Transaction.” Okay, great, I’ll just cancel it and start again. I check this woman out (correctly), hand her her receipt and she’s on her way.
Once the store was empty again, I walked to the back of the store (where my assistant manager was still sitting, reading a magazine at this point), and I decide to tell her: “Oh, by the way, a customer came in and changed her mind about a pair of shoes so I voided the transaction and started over. Is that okay?”
Instead of teaching me where the “cancel item” button was, which is what I thought was going to happen, she raged out: “NO YOU NEVER VOID A TRANSACTION THAT COULD GET US AUDITED WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”
I felt so stupid and so small for the rest of my shift.
Fed up of being cooped in the bunker- not allowed to Hunt. You take action.
Midnight. It was midnight. Normally, Dean was still up at this time. Sometimes you with him, both talking about nonsense or sat in comfortable silence. But this night he went to bed as early as Sam. You realised they would be upset with you for being in a mood, but dammit you had every right to be. You sighed and decided it was time to take action.
You took your emergency backpack out from under your bed. You’d had one packed a few years now full of necessities and hunting material. ‘This is incase anything ever happens’ You remember telling yourself You slung it over your shoulders and waited.
You waited to make sure no one was in fact awake and you waited to try and talk yourself out of it. But, the more you tried the more you wanted to go. You weren’t running away and you weren’t doing anything stupid. It was a simple salt and burn and hell, you were prepared.
At 12:30am you moved out of your room and into the main section of the Bunker. You paused in the middle of the war room to check for movement but nothing happened. After making sure, you climbed the steps. Every footstep increased the tension as you became closer and closer to leaving. It wasn’t the leaving part that was worrying you, but your brothers reaction. Not to mention Mary.
When you reached the door it took every bit of willpower in your body not to turn around. If you did then you might never go on this hunt. Your hand clasped around the handle and you slowly creaked it open. “Be back soon, bud.” You whispered, patting the bunker’s walls before exiting the building and closing the door behind you.
You were out.
Now to grab the car and go.
Of course you weren’t going to take Baby, Dean would never forgive you. So instead you took the other car that was out there. It was a 1962 Mercury Monterey, Dean’s favourite in the garage. You took the keys out of your pocket which you’d stolen from Dean earlier. Well, they were in his bedside table but something told you he wouldn’t notice.
“Let’s do this.” You smirked, slipping in the front seat. Thankfully you’d already turned 17 so Dean taught you to drive- not that you got much further than Kansas. You made sure you were far away from the Bunker before blasting your music loud. The case was in Nebraska so not too far away. You didn’t stop driving all night and partly into the morning until you reached your destination.After booking into the Motel, you presumed you’d have about 24 hours until your brothers find you. It would have been longer, but you took their car which means they know the number plate. 24 hours was more than enough.
“Okay thank you very much Mrs Lock,” You smiled at the victim’s mother, trying not to look to uncomfortable in your stupid suit. “Please call me if anything else comes to mind.” You added before turning around to leave.
You paused and turned to look, Mrs Lock hadn’t exactly given you anything to go on yet. “Yes?” You encouraged, wanting more. “I know it sounds stupid but….the man I saw I thought,” She stopped and shook her head. “No nevermind. It’s silly.” “Go on, anything you can remember is very helpful. Real or not. It all gives us an idea of who…or what…we’re dealing with.” “Well okay. I could have sworn he was….see-through.” “See-through?” You echoed. At least that confirmed your suspicions. “Yes. I know it’s probably codswallop but I saw…something.” “You’ve been very helpful. Thank you.”
You climbed into the car, happy to know it was definitely a spirit. Vengeful by the sounds of it. It had killed a 13 year old girl and is claimed to have looked like her step-dad who died a few years back because of a car crash.
You decided to stop off at the local Church where he was buried “Christopher Lock.”. You scanned the gravestones for ‘LOCK’, armed with a ready-loaded shotgun, shovel, salt and a lighter.
A cold breeze dropped the temperature, sending a chill up your spine. However when nothing happened you put your things down and began to dig at CHRISTOPHER LOCK’S grave. You hadn’t done this before so now was the time to discover it was incredibly tiring and very time-consuming.
You dug your shovel into the dirt, but with every load you tossed to the side more seemed to fill the gap. However, you were determined and persevered.
When you were finally almsot finished, with a few corners of the coffin poking through the soil, you paused for a quick break. Your hands were cramping and your back ached. Taking in a deep breath, you noticed it came out as a cold mist, this was all just like before when Mary took you on that hunt. Only that time the ghost had appeared by now…unless it was occupied with another victim. You strained your ears and grabbed your shotgun. A cry for help made you clamber out of the grave and sprint over to where the noise was coming from. It was inside a large shed-like building, which must have been where the grounds keeper kept his things.
You held up the gun, aiming it straight ahead and taking sharp movements as you scanned the building. It was reasonably big, but you could see everything inside from where you were. In front of you was a translucent tall man with a bloody and burnt body, his cothes ripped with an ashen finished. You didn’t have time to take in the two people he was attacking and took a shot. It disappeared into a cloud of mist, the gunshot still ringing in your ears. You staggered backwards slightly from the recoil, but remained standing stiffly. Lowering your firearm, you realised who they were.
Your brothers were staring at you with both shock and disappointment. Dean had a stiff jaw and flared nostrils. Sam got up from where he’d fallen, not sure whether to speak or not. Sam might have been older than you, but Dean was the eldest and you both had to respect that whether you liked it or not. Sam looked equally pissed off, but at least he wasn’t on the verge of exploding, unlike Dean.
You waited, shifting awkwardly. Dean didn’t take his cold and stern eyes off you.
“Where’s he buried?” Dean demanded. You stuttered, surprised that’s what he wanted to know above everything else “Uhm…J-just outside…” You managed, not sure whether to turn to lead the way or wait. He kept his poker face as he stormed past you. Sam waited for you to follow on before exiting the building. You just wanted to do one thing without your brothers being there to do it for you.
Dean picked up your shovel and continued to dig. Sam picked up the salt and lighter, waiting for the bones to be accessible. “Leave the gun and get in the car.” Dean ordered, determined to finish the case before getting into a fight. Every instinct you had told you to do as he told you to, but there you were not moving. “I said get in the car!” Dean barked, his voice boomed over the otherwise silence. Again you did nothing. You were too scared to say no, but too stubborn to actually do what he wanted.
“Y/N…” Sam sighed, trying to go for a more calmer approach “Just get int he car, okay?” You understood that Sam didn’t want to deal with anymore conflict, but this wasn’t his decision to make. “You’re not Dad.” You glared at Dean.
Dean stopped, his hands hovering over the lid of the coffin.
“Don’t you think I know that!” he snapped.
“Do you?” You scowled “Because it looks to me like your still trying to copy every damn thing he’s ever done.”
“You shut your mouth!”
“Or what? Are you going to hit me?”You slung the shotgun over your back. “Fuck the pair of you.”
Sam and Dean watched you walk away from them, both in pure shock as they took in the words you’d said.
You sat in the front of Baby next to Sam. Dean drove the Mercury back. Sam insisted that he was the one to be with you because of Dean’s…”temper”.
It was silence for Sam, who glanced worriedly at you from time to time. You looked out of the window, headphones in and volume up. You didn’t know what to say, you were furious that they didn’t even thank you for saving their asses. You were angry they hadn’t let you hunt yet. You couldn’t believe that after seventeen years on this dumb planet you were still being treated like a newborn.
About halfway into the journey, Sam tapped your shoulder, making you take an earbud out. “Yeah.” You mumbled, not wanting to look him in the eye. You wanted to be angry at Sam, but it was hard when he hadn’t given you as much of a reason. Both your brothers hadn’t wanted to introduce you into hunting, but Dean seemed a lot more protective about it.
“Here.” His vagueness forced you to look up, he had the audio cord in his hand. You took it, taking your headphones out and putting it in. Before un-pausing your music, you whispered a “Thanks, Sammy.” “No prob, sis.” He offered a tight smile.
Dean’s voice boomed through the halls of the bunker: “What the hell were you thinking?!”
“I’m not the one getting my ass kicked by a ghost.” You remarked, noticing Mary had come to see what was going on.
“Don’t you speak to me like that!” Dean hissed.
“Dean calm down.” Sam put a hand out in attempt to do so.
“No, Sam! I won’t calm down because my stupid sister doesn’t seem to realise how dangerous what she just did was!”
“Of course it’s dangerous it’s hunting!” You shouted back, trying not to let tears form in your eyes. Dean continued off your point “Which you shouldn’t be doing!” “Why not? I didn’t realise you were in charge of my life!” “You’re going to go hunt when we say you can.” “You don’t get to decide what I do with my life!”
“HEY!” Mary shouted, making the three of youstop. “Dean, go to your room.” Dean frowned “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Mary folded her arms over her chest, taking a stand. Dean gave you a glare before storming down the corridor.
You stood in shock, had Mary actually just asked him to do that? “Y/N, stop shouting at him he won’t listen when he’s mad no matter how loud you are.” She scolded, starting to lightly pace around the room. You raised an eyebrow at her…who’s side was she on? “Okay…?” “You were stupid,” She turned to you “You were reckless, and you scared us all to death. So don’t you ever think you have the right to walk out of this bunker without one of us knowing about it.”
“Mom’s right. You can’t just go hunting when you feel like it, Y/N.” Sam added.
“Well it’s not like you or Dean are gonna take me any time soon!” You protested. “Y/N..” Sam sighed “We didn’t know you were this serious about Hunting.”
“Probably because you never bothered asking.” You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. “You can just talk to us.” You realised at this point that Sam wasn’t telling you off but asking you to tell the truth.
Mary stepped back in to the conversation “No one here has the right to tell you what to do with your life. So if you want to hunt then that’s okay. I’ve seen you Hunt and you’re good-” “What?” Sam’s eyes widened. “She’s seventeen, Sam. I took her on a few salt and burns that’s all. When Dean has calmed down, you’re going to say sorry to him.” “But-” You wanted to protest, only she didn’t give you the chance. “Am I making myself clear?” You sighed. “Yeah I guess.” “Good. I’ll go get dinner.” With that she turned and left, leaving you alone with Sam.
You didn’t know what to say or what to do. You were still angry, but if felt like Mary had put some force field around you meaning you couldn’t be. Sam sat down on the table, his feet still able to touch the floor somehow. He patted next to him, gesturing for you to sit down as well. You did, your feet swinging in the air.
Sam wrapped an arm around you, hugging you tightly against his chest. You both sat in silence for quite some time. Neither wanting to move.
“You know,” Sam lightly cleared his throat “Dean wanted to be the first person to take you on a hunt.” “When we found out we had a sister he was so excited to be an older brother again- not that he’d admit it.” You smiled a little “Then you found out about hunting and he wanted to make sure you were so prepared it was almost impossible for you to fail at it.” “So why doesn’t he want me to hunt?” You asked, desperate for an actual answer. “It’s not that he…we don’t want you to. It’s that we want you to do whatever it is that you want to do.” “But I want to hunt.” You said it like it were obvious. “We didn’t know.” “I’ve been training.” You explained “Mary helped me a little.” “Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam sounded hurt which made you feel guilty. “I thought you’d be angry. I thought you wanted me to go have one of those stupid apple pie lives.” You scoffed at the thought.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. We should have realised.” “Is that why Dean’s so angry?”
“He just doesn’t want you to get hurt. He doesn’t want to be like…like Dad. He’s scared, Y/N. He’s scared he’s going to do it wrong.” “He won’t.” You assured him despite his absence. “You try telling him that.” Sam scoffed.
“I will.” You smirked, “Just you watch.”
You glanced up when you heard footsteps, making your smile fall into a curious glance. Dean turned the corner, his face was softer as he moved over. He sat down next to you so you were in between your brothers. “I’m sorry, kid.”
“Me too, De.”
“We should have let you hunt by now, I’ve been selfish. There’s me knowing your all safe at home while me and Sam are out ganking monsters, never thinking of it the other way round. Hell, you don’t even know if we’re gonna come back sometimes. I guess I’ve always known real deep down you wanted to hunt.”
You didn’t know what to say so you just pulled him into a hug. Dean hugged back. pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Does this mean I can hunt?” You asked, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes
“Don’t give me that look,” Dean rolled his eyes “Yes. But you’re not hunting alone.”
“I won’t.” You promised.
“And you do as I say.”
“I might.” You smirked, making him chuckle.
“Does this mean I get to ride shotgun?”
“Don’t push it.” Sam nudged your side playfully.
“Can I pick the music?”
Dean looked mortally offended “He said don’t push it.”
“What are listening to?” you asked your boyfriend, Clay Jensen. “N-nothing,” He stuttering smiling up at you. “Oh, come on. Let me listen?” you pouted grabbing the headphones. “No!” he shouted ripping them out of your hands. “Are you okay?” you asked looking at him with a worried expression. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, it’s just a stupid thing for a project at school,” he apologized. “It’s okay, Clay, but I just want you to know that if you need someone to talk to I’m here,” you carefully took his hand in yours. “It’s-,” he paused for a moment “It’s these tapes, tapes that Hannah Baker left,” he looked at you with fearful eyes. “What-what do they say?” you asked taken back by the name of the girl you hardly knew. “They list people that…that caused her to-to…,” he had tears in his eyes “And I’m one of them,” his voice cracked. “What did you do?” you asked. “I don’t know I haven’t gotten to my tape yet,” he shook his head. “Am I on them?” you asked scared of the answer. “I don’t know, I don’t think so,” he replied. After a moment of silence you looked into Clay’s eyes. “Let’s finish those tapes Clay,” you nodded at the walkman next to him. “Yeah, let’s do it,” he removed the headphones and pressed play. As Hannah’s voice continued you held Clay’s hand. The more you thought about it, the more sure you were that Clay’s tape wouldn’t be anything bad. How could could his tape be bad? As you looked at Clay you remembered everything he’d done for you, every time he’d been there for you. “Hey, Clay,” you said pausing the tape. “Yeah, Y/N?” He asked. “I love you,” you told him. “I love you too,” he kissed you lightly.
Hey! I love your blog 😁 Are you still taking requests for the prompts? If you are, I'd like to request 77&81 with Arch? It's okay if you don't do this anymore or don't want to tho! Xx 💕
77. “I can’t… I can’t lose you.” 81. “Can I kiss you?”
A/N: Please only send one number! I’d like to zip through these and more than one number means more plot to sort through :)
Archie was never very observant, and that was okay.
Until it wasn’t.
Your head was pounding from a headache that just wouldn’t quit, and your cracked lips and dry mouth drank the water on your nightstand as if it could save you from the heartbreak.
Archie was standing on the outskirts of the field, back facing the crowd of people that were attempting to flood into the parking lot. He was leaning against the bleachers, and although you couldn’t see his face you could imagine the smile spread across it, still coming down from the high that the win against a rival school had provided him.
You walk up behind him, ready to jump on his back and have him piggy-back you to Pop’s, as is the normal routine after a game.
You hear a female voice just in front of him, and decide the piggy-back could wait, there’s no need to interrupt a conversation.
And that’s when you hear it.
“Can I kiss you?”
You skip Pop’s that night.
Thankfully, Friday night games meant a full weekend to recover, and a full weekend of excuses to avoid Archie. That’s where Monday morning found you, out of excuses and unwilling to miss school simply for unrequited feelings. So on you marched.
The problem is, classes don’t exactly allow you to avoid anyone.
It’s close to the end of third period, which means no one is paying attention and are rather moving around the classroom, counting down the bell. “So, Y/N, we missed you at Pop’s on Friday.”
This boy’s obliviousness will be the death of you, you swear.
“I, uh, just wasn’t feeling too well. Just the thought of onion rings was making me gag, so I decided to take it easy this weekend.”
His eyebrows furrow, clearly not believing you. “Come on, Y/N, feeling sick has never stopped you before. When you got that surgery on your elbow after jumping out of the swingset on Jughead’s dare, you weren’t even in there an hour before you walked through Pop’s doors, high on anesthetic and asking for a ‘mickshick’.” Okay, so maybe Archie was observant, but just in all of the wrong ways.
“I don’t know, Arch, I really don’t feel like talking about it.”
He takes one of your hands in his, concern set into the lines of his mouth. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I want to help.” He sighs. “I feel like you’re avoiding the group for some reason, and after the falling out with Jug and just barely getting his and Betty’s friendship back I-” He pauses, takes a deep breath. “I guess I’m just a little paranoid about being left in the dust again, is all.I can’t… I can’t lose you.”
You look from his face to you entwined hands and slowly pull away, sighing. “Arch, please don’t make me say it.”
“Say what, Y/N? You can trust me, whatever it is.”
And that’s it. That’s the point you have had enough.
“I like you, alright Arch?”
“Well, I should hope so, friends tend to do that.”
You shift in your seat and huff out an exasperated breath. “No Archie, I like you. As in kiss you in the rain, cuddle when we both catch colds like you. And I-” He is clearly shocked and his eyes almost plead with you to stop, to have another truth waiting for him. There is none. “I heard you with Valerie, at the end of the game.” You feel tears start to form but you push them back. “And as much as I wanted to continue like I was fine, I just didn’t think I could.”
The bell rings, and as the other students file out of the classroom the two of you remain seated, still as only such a conversation could permit.
“But it’s okay, Arch.” You give him a sad smile, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “As Ronnie is known to say, most of the time the people we like don’t like us back.”
you do a Jughead x reader where Betty had a very brief history in the past but
Jughead is with the reader now and one day Veronica tells her that Jughead and
Betty have been lowkey talking to each other (in a more than friendly way) and
the reader confronts Jughead? You can chose or not if you want it to be a
misunderstanding or not and have the reader stay with him :)
Pairing: Jughead x Reader Description: You’re completely smitten with your boyfriend Jughead but when your friend Veronica has suspicions something could be going on between him and Betty, you decide to confront him. Warnings: none i dont think Word Count: 1831 A/N: yay finally something! let me know what you think, feel free to request stuff and if you want to be added to the tagslist lemme know :)
“Can you just pay attention to me for more than a second?”
A hand waved in front of your face trying to catch your attention and was successful. You blinked, looking at your friend Veronica who was now stood in front of you, hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. You felt bad for zoning out and not listening to her but you couldn’t help that something or, well, someone had caught your attention. “Sorry, V.”
“I get that you’re in that whole stupidly smitten stage of your relationship but do you really have to stare at him whenever he’s in eye range?” She huffed, folding her arms across her chest and taking her place back by your side as the two of you made your way across the courtyard and to your usual table where Jughead and Archie were sat.
Jughead – your boyfriend – had been the someone that had caught your attention. Just like Veronica had so fondly stated, you were so smitten with the boy. The two of you hadn’t been together very long – maybe a month at the most so it was all new and exciting for you both right now. He made your heart flutter like crazy whenever you were around him or saw him, he gave you butterflies like you’d never felt before and you were sure you were so smiley you were starting to annoy everyone. You couldn’t help it! You were crazy about this boy. It was lucky that he was just as crazy about you too. Whenever you were together around your friends, they’d always roll their eyes at the two of you. You’d always be laughing at some inside joke the two of you had or sneaking a kiss in here and there. Jughead wasn’t the biggest fan of public affection but whenever he thought someone wasn’t looking or he just didn’t care, he was kissing you or making sure he was touching you in some kind of way whether it was an arm around you, holding your hand or just a small touch. It was so comforting to have that. He made you feel safe.
summary; the love of your life, Rocky, get’s a girlfriend suddenly and it feels like your world is falling apart. With the help of Moonbin, you try to win him back, but in the end you’re not sure if that’s what you want.
Note: I’ve had this done for a whiiiile, but I didn’t want to post it bc I didn’t know whether I wanted to leave it open-ended to make it into a series or not. Anyway, here you go now. Better late than never. Also, this is loosely based off of the movie The Proposal, so yeah.
Word Count: 2930
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Warnings: None. Secondhand embarrassment, you know how family is lol
AU: Modern/Fake Dating
“Yes, mother. I know, I’ll be there.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you slouched in your office chair.
You were on the phone with your mother while you sat in your office at work, and she was talking your ear off as usual.
“You’re gonna need a date. There is no way you are showing up to the family reunion without someone. Do you need me to call that boy from the-”
“Mom, I have a boyfriend.” You interrupted, without realizing what you said.
“Oh, you do? That’s wonderful! What’s his name?” Your mother asked, curiosity seeping through the phone.
At that moment, Thomas Jefferson walked into your office with a knock on the door. He was about to say something, when you put your finger up, silencing him.
“Thomas, not now.” You said, waving him off.
“Thomas?” Your mother said through the phone. “Oh, how did you two meet?”
Olivia replaced back my books on the shelf while I was writing down again some cringy notes of Philosophy. Highlighting last words, making it look more fierce and more on point.
“Shut up, I’m not the one here who thought it was good idea to bring up this fucking piece of delusional topic of I don’t know why I came here so I will just stay here until you talk to me. No, mister Mendes, this is not how it works.”
Okay so I just wanted to mention these things I saw in the Ikebukuro Animate store. Apparently they’re called Umbrella Markers and you hang them on your umbrella hook? But anyway the important thing is that each marker has two characters on it and as far as I could see the pairings were constant.
I just thought it was interesting that they chose to pair Munakata with Sakakura, and Komaeda with Kamukura. I was expecting Munakata’s to be paired with Yukizome (since Naegi’s was with Kirigiri and Hinata’s was with Nanami). I suppose in Komaeda’s case there wasn’t anyone else to pair him with other than Kamukura since Hinata and Nanami were already paired, but I have never seen merch of him with Kamukura before.
But anyway, this is for the Munasaka and Kamukoma shippers.
Summary: You’re friends with David Dobrik and a youtuber yourself. He knows you like Tom like the rest of your friends so he gets in touch with him and plays a prank on you.
“Y/n lie down” David says with a smile on his face as I enter his apartment. Immediately I give him a confused look to why.
“No thanks imma sit on the couch” I drop onto the couch next to Don who was smoking pot as normal. I would of thought he died by now but he didn’t.
“No trust me you’ll be fine I promise it’s a surprise” I immediately knew not to do it because of the pranks he had been playing on other people lately. Luckily I wasn’t going to fall for it, I hope.
“David I’m not doing it”
“Please Y/n I’ll give you $30” he pleads and I make the offer go higher to about 50. Whatever the surprise was it better be worth $50 because Don was so mad I got the money. Most of the time he gave it to me as click bait but he actually physically gave it to me.
I lie down on the hard floor with a nervous knot in my stomach. If he killed me I would haunt him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t long till David covered my eyes with a piece of clothing so I couldn’t see what the surprise was and got his camera out.
“Okay just keep calm and don’t freak out” I heard a couple snickers in the background but I’m guessing that was from Jason and Josh. It was surprising how well they got on behind the camera. After a couple minutes of waiting and cursing at David I felt a massive weight on my leg.
“OH MY GOD!! DAVID GET IT OFF ME!” I screamed as I couldn’t move my feet. Whatever it was it was really heavy and I didn’t like it at all. Fear ran through my body and came out of my mouth.
“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!”
I frantically wave my hands around trying to get a feel of what was on me. It was bigger than expected and I felt even more scared as it grabbed my hands.
“DAVID!! DAVID WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed as everyone laughed at me.
“You can take your blindfold off now” an unfamiliar voice laughed. The voice was unfamiliar but deep down I knew who it was. It was a voice I really liked to here and couldn’t believe to hear in real life.
“That’s hard since my hands are being held” with that said I’m guessing Liza took it off for me. My eyes were still shut because I didn’t want to open them.
“Y/n you can open you eyes now” Liza said before laughing herself. I don’t know how anyone found this funny.
“I’m not going to because I swear there is a male whore above me”
“I am many things but a male whore is not one of them” the accent came out quite think but I understand stood every word he said. I open my eyes slowly and one at a time. My heart started beating faster as I saw the face I only dreamed of seeing.
“THOMAS STANLEY FUCKING HOLLAND” I screamed a little loudly. He was amused at my fangirlingness and plastered a smile on his face.
“Wow you look hot in real life” Tom smiles and I felt my cheeks gain a little colour.
“I thought this would freak you out a lot” I then realised that he recorded the whole thing and he was going to use it in the volg.
“1. I am by the fact that there is a guy sitting on my lap 2. The guy is Tom Holland” I almost practically scream from happiness. I couldn’t stop smiling but I was still confused to why he was sitting on me.
“Awe you’re cute”
“Thanks but you’re kind of on top of me and I’d really like to punch David” he laughed lightly and it sounded like heaven.
“Sure” Tom got up off the floor before helping me up too. If I knew this was going to happen I would of put a lot more effort into my looks seeing as I was wearing a flannel and ripped skinny jeans.
“David I actually hate you” I glare at the boy who still had his camera on. Everyone else was just shocked that David got hold of Spider-Man for me, to be fair we were shocked he did something so nice for me seeing as he always did the worst pranks on me.
“Say that to me after this” David had a smirk on his face and I started getting scared again. A pair of hands grab onto my waist and turn me to face them before they attach their lips onto mine. At first I stood completely still because I couldn’t believe this happened to me but then I slowly got into it. There were a lot of cheering as we pulled away from each other.
“Okay how much did David pay you to do that?” I ask perplexed.
“Um nothing actually I just really wanted to kiss you”
“No this is a dream, my celebrity crush wouldn’t just waltz into my friends apartment and kiss me-”
“Wanna go out for dinner sometime?” The British boy asks out of no where. I blink whilst his dreamy brown eyes locked onto mine making me realise this was real.
“Definitely” I nod seeing a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. This was probably the best day of my life.
Ok but here’s the thing. You can’t just smoosh two characters together because you like their faces and say “NOW KISS!”
I mean like you CAN but if you really wanna write healthy, believable relationships, they have to be built on mutual respect and the characters have to have SOME deep and intrinsic thing in common.
Like I’m developing some of the relationships for my new series. And one of them is based in a desire to be taken seriously. Both of them are the youngest in their families, and don’t like being treated like children. So they’re always upfront and honest with each other. They don’t sugarcoat things. And they treat each other like adults who are capable of making their own rational decisions. (That doesn’t mean they always think that the other is making the RIGHT decision, or that they never fight. Disagreements are still a thing.)
Another relationship is rooted in a need for independence. Both of them love having freedom, and they encourage that in each other. And if one of them begins to act selfishly or recklessly, the other is able to recognize WHY and is able to gently go “babe. babe I get it but like have you considered maybe chilling?” and the other is like “oh. oh no I did not consider that. thank you for reminding me.” (Again, this doesn’t mean that they never disagree. Sometimes it’s “have you considered maybe chilling” and the response is “HAVE YOU CONSIDERED MAYBE NOT CHILLING”)
And like just to be clear, it’s fine if your characters don’t get along all the time, or have everything in common. It’s okay if your characters don’t have the specific things I listed in common! Feel free to pair up a youngest child with a deep want to be taken seriously with an eldest who doesn’t want to take anything seriously, including them. Pair up your free spirit with a domestic person who wants to spend every waking minute with them. But if you wanna write a healthy relationship (and obviously if you want to explore unhealthy relationships in your fiction, these rules don’t apply), you have to a) have them confront their differences and talk through them and b) give them at least one similarity. one reason to stay together. one thing that makes whatever disagreements and differences they have worth it.