Jungkook huffed, annoyed. He’d spent the last two hours with you, sitting in a blanket fort in his basement watching dumb movies.
“When you said you wanted talk to me about stuff, I thought you meant verbally,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to him.
You nuzzled the back of your head against his chest and sighed.
“I did and I will…” you replied.
To be honest, you were simply nervous about talking to him about what you had in mind. Ever since Taehyung had come clean about him and your brother, you’d been thinking that maybe, just maybe, you should come clean to Jimin about you and Jungkook. Another part of you reasoned that it wasn’t the right time now and that it would never be the right time.
You felt Jungkook sigh deeply, his breath breath blowing your hair ever so slightly.
Taking in a deep breath of your own and releasing it, you plucked up the courage to talk to Jungkook about coming clean.
“I wasn’t guilty about sneaking around at first…” you paused, taking a shaky breath. “But then Taehyung told me about him and Jimin and I suddenly felt like, I don’t know, maybe we should tell Jimin about us.
“Another part of me is still not ready to tell Jimin. I just- I just don’t know what to do Jungkook. I really want to be with you. You mean a lot to me.”
Jungkook nodded, his chin hitting the top of your head lightly.
“Well…” he began slowly. “What if we pretended like we were slowly becoming friends? Like, I stop giving you grief in public and you stop throwing sassy comments my way in return. We look like we’re becoming friends, like we’re changing for each other because we like each other- which isn’t far from the truth to be honest- and warm him up to the idea.”
Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?
A/N: I’m a sucker for these “fake relationship” stories ;))
Y/N pulls the phone from her ear, her frustration drawn out in the creases in her brow.
“Well?” Dean asks, sat opposite her at the library table. Before him lies an open lore book, on a page about Nordic gods and how to kill them, and his cup of coffee sits dangerously close to the irreplaceable relic. With Sam out doing some shopping, it’s just the two of them at home, trying to dig up some info that might be useful for future use.
Pinching her brow, the young girl shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing. It’s fine.”
“Yes.” She says, trying to sound convincing, but its of no use, because the elder Winchester has known her long enough to see past her facades.
Living together for nearly five years now, calling her his best-friend even feels like an understatement. They got to know each other a while back through a hunt involving a Tulpa in California; Y/N’s kill, but the boy’s happened to jump in on it and help out. Surprise surprise: a friendship sparked, and ever since then, the relationship has flourished greatly.
To Dean, Y/N is family, just like Cas or Charlie or any of the other members of their little rehabilitation program they’ve picked up over the years. And with that, he knows—well enough—that despite her efforts to dismiss it, something is nudging at her mind.
“Obviously not. You seem like you’re about to explode. What is it?” He shuts the book and leans forward. Y/N still looks exasperated; still tries to act like she isn’t, and fails terribly. When she finally lifts her gaze, her expression is that of defeat.
“It’s my sister.” She says mournfully. “She’s calling me about her wedding coming up this month, and wants to know if I’ve been signed up to the family news letter that allows me to see all the updates on things like which floral arrangement we’re going to have. Surprise surprise—I’m not.”
“Damn.” Dean says plainly, still not seeing the reason behind her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, trying to look annoyed, but the smile that she suppresses says otherwise.
A sardonic laugh escapes her. “Yeah, damn indeed.” She rises from her seat, downing her coffee. Dean glances at his, then stretches it across to her. She finishes it in a single glug.
“So….what now?” He leans back in the chair. “You don’t know the floral arrangements? Doesn’t sound so bad.”
“I don’t know anything about this wedding, Dean. I don’t know where it’s gonna be, I don’t know who’s gonna be there, and—until I few seconds ago—I didn’t know I’m going to have to be in Boston next week. S/P/N mentioned it in the newsletter but….” Her voice drifts off and she folds her lips into a straight-line, shrugging.
“What’s in Boston?”
“The wedding, apparently. Who even gets married in Boston? Yuck.” Y/N scowls.
“Your sister, apparently.” He almost rolls his eyes. “Right, so…go to Boston. Show up for the rehearsal, see your family, have fun, and then get back here once everything’s done.”
Dean explains it like it’s so easy. To him, it is. Wedding prepping can’t take more than three weeks, can it….? He wouldn’t know. He’s never had the chance to even be part of a wedding, but he assumes that that’s an appropriate estimate.
But, from the way Y/N bites her lip and averts her gaze to the floor, a look teetering between guilt and embarrassment on her face, maybe he’s wrong.
“Yeaahhh….” She draws out, skeptically. “Uhm…about that. It’s not as easy as it sounds…”
“Uhm…?” He quirks an inquisitive brow.
“I…sorta…told them that I have a date to the wedding and,…” Y/N gestures in the air, but doesn’t finish her sentence.
Dean watches her with a knitted brow, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come, until realizations strikes. His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o”.
“Yeah…” Her cheeks are dusted with a feint blush and she looks away.
Dean doesn’t want to say it, but he can’t help but think how cute it is—really cute. The only thing that can compete, he thinks, is the way her eyes disappear into her cheeks when she smiles.
As embarrassing as it is, he has almost an entire list like that about Y/N; things he thinks are adorable about her, things like her laugh, to he way she’s so awkward around big crowds, or how she has an undeniable obsession with space. Little things. Cute things. It goes on and on, infinite and growing each day, the more and more he gets to know her…but he’ll never admit that.
Because he can’t.
Because Y/N is family, and she’s just a friend.
“Well…is it like a must to bring one along? You could always just tell your family that you guys…broke up? Maybe he cheated. Maybe the love fizzled out.” Dean offers, shrugging.
Y/N looks at him with an un-amused expression. “Great thing to mention right before a wedding.”
“God, I don’t know.” Getting up from his seat, he rolls his eyes. He shuts the book and a gust if dust billows from it, then fixes it under his arm.“You’ll figure it out. It’s you.”
Y/N doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she looks to the floor, arms crossed over her chest.“Well,…there is something I thought about doing, but—God, I don’t know. What if, like—” She finally looks up.
Dean waits for the bombshell he knows she’s about to drop with a cautious, furrowed brow,
“—I asked Sam?” She finishes, her expression hopeful; her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s squinting slightly. The elder Winchester feels the wind get knocked out of him at hearing this.
His eyes widen. “Sam?”
“Not to actually be my date!—just to fool my family for the two weeks. Do you think he’ll go along with it?”
“I don’t get it—why don’t you just—“
“I can’t tell them I don’t have a date, because I already told them that I do. Going back on my word now will just make me look ridiculous, Dean. Just…”Y/N sighs and shuts her eyes. Dean can read the desperation in her features. He bites his lip, contemplating Y/N’s offer.
Sam, going on a date with Y/N. The idea is so ludicrous, so unbelievable that it sounds completely silly, like imagining pigs fly or anything of the nature. He can’t bring himself to even picture the two of them together, but…
He then feels something stir in his gut at the thought, a warmth, a….jealousy?No. Hopefully not. It’s been ages since these feelings have managed to surface. Now is not the time for a return. The elder Winchester quickly suffocates the feeling and averts his attention back onto his friend.
Before him she stands, imploring y/e/c eyes, a sweet smile stretched across her face and hands clasped together. She looks like a little girl, so young, so desperate. The elder Winchester doesn’t want to say no. Even if he did—with puppy eyes like those—how can you?
“So you have to have a date to this wedding?”
Dean thinks for a moment, raking his eyes over Y/N’s face that speaks mountains of uncertainty.
“You think he’ll say no, huh?”
“I’ll do it.”
“What?” Confusion floods the young girls face as she unclasps her hands. They fall to her side. Dean gulps trying to level his voice to a more confident tone.
“I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding.” He repeats, hoping he sounds more sure than he feels. His hands go cold, throat tightening.
Y/N’s face speaks volumes of surprise. “You’d…do that?”
“You’ll really do this?” She asks eyes wide. “A whole two weeks in Boston? With my family?”
Dean shrugs. For some wild reason, his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating, and he tries to stave off all the anxiety that begins to bubble within his gut. “Yeah. Why not?”
“Dean,” Y/N’s voice is stern all of a sudden. You can tell that she’s just as taken aback by the proposal as he is, but is trying not to show it. “If you say yes to this, I don’t want you to half-ass it? This is a real big deal for me, you know?”
“Look, do you want a date to this wedding or not?”
Y/N then bites her lip, contemplating. The elder Winchester’s eyes never leave her as he watches, waiting for response, until she finally agrees.
“Okay.” She says. A small smile then twitches on her lips, and Dean can see she’s trying to suppress.
“ Okay. Awesome. I’m gonna call S/P/N and see if there’s anything more I need to know yeah?” She asks. He nods.
“Sure.” Dean says. “It’s fine with me.”
“Mhm.” He knows he is, because the smile that breaks through Y/N’s authoritative face then is something definitely worth the decision. Her cheeks indented with dimples, she smiles, shaking her head, and then walks out to make the call. On the way out, she makes sure she butts her shoulder into his, just for fun. Dean lets out a nervous chuckle.
She’s gone. The empty library is silent, and that’s when his heart starts to thud.
Over and over, like a vicious doldrums. The silence only accentuates the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as the elder Winchester allows in a deep breath. His eyes flutter shut, and the anxiety begins to melt away gradually.
Jumin reacting to an MC who left him and he sees them 1-3yrs later with twins.
“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done for you to treat me like a piece of garbage Jumin”
You ran upstairs after your fleeing boyfriend begging for him to answer you. He come home late again but you didn’t care. You were happy that the man that owns your heart came home to you every night. However, this night was different than the rest.
You had dinner and wine prepared for him to come home to so he can relax after his long day at the office. You made sure that Elizabeth 3rd, or what you like to call her Lady Elizabeth, was fed first and that her fur was brushed. You gave food to the guards because guilt entered your blood stream every night because they get little to no sleep.
You were folding laundry when you heard the door open. You dropped what you were doing and followed your heart. Laying your eyes on him, you jumped on him hoping for a passionate kiss. Sadly, you were met with him taking your arms off him.
“We need to talk” he walked to the living room and sat at the edge of the sofa “I need you to sign the confidentiallity agreement stating that you will not reveal our past relationship to the public nor to other businessmen” he pushed the stack of papers that were highlighted for your initials and signatures.
You grabbed the papers and you weren’t sure if it was heavy because it was a lot or because this is how much you relationship weighed to him. You got up and tried to find answers in his eyes but all you saw was winter. You stepped closer to him and he stepped back afraid that your rays of light will melt away the coldness he has formed around his heart.
“Jumin, I need you to explain to me whats going on! Why are you treating me like I’m some kind of business partner. I am your fucking girlfriend Jumin.”
“You mean was. Now stop being complicated and sign the papers so we can both go our separate ways. I’ll pack your belongings for you so you don’t need to worry and reminisce on the way to my room.” His long legs were going up the stairs and you cried out for him but he didn’t stop. You were running after him hoping to still hold on the love that the both of you once shared.
“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done for you to treat me like a piece of garbage Jumin” you cried out not noticing you missed a step. You prepared to feel a different type of pain but you felt coldness on your skin. You looked up and notice he isn’t the man that you fell in love with.
“How pathetic are you? Im telling you to leave and yet you are practically begging for me. Get it through the thick skull of yours (y/n). I mistaken my loneliness for love. I thought I loved you but I just liked the feeling of being wanted.”
*5 years later* *Jumins POV*
I took my wife’s hand while we made our way to her brothers dinner. His family lives in the United States so I haven’t had the opportunity to meet her dearest brother. I only know the basics of him that he owns a company and that he has a wife and two kids.
We rang the doorbell to be greeted by the maid and butler of the house. They took our coats and led us in. Their home was impressive to be quite frank. The decorations does seem rather familiar. While I was examining the decor and familiar fragrance led me to look at the stair way.
“Eisuke!!” my wife shrieked and ran up to him. I don’t blame her it must be hard not seeing your brother for over 10 years. He gave a cocky smirk and my wife led him to me. He was seizing me up and scoffed while giving me a handshake. I tighten my grip to wipe that smirk off his face and he tighten it as well. “Eisuke, where’s my sister in law and the babies!”
He turned his head to the side and pouted “She’s not done yet sister. She just loves making me wait” he sighed. My wife laughed and touched his shoulder “You don’t like waiting Eisuke, you must really love her”
“He does” I heard a voice from the top of the stairway. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I blinked a couple of times and it really is her. The woman I pushed away for my own selfish reasons. I looked towards Eisuke, my dear brother in law, and notice a sincere smile plastered on his face. She made her way down the stairs and went towards Eisuke and not even batting a single eyelash my way. “Im sorry I’m late my love” she gave him a peck on his lips.
He pouted again and she playfully slapped his shoulders. They both smiled and he brought her body closer to him “You know you are the only woman I would wait for” My heart gave me a sting and my wife noticed the sudden change in expression. She asked (y/n) to take me to the restroom and I followed her up the stairs. On the way to the restroom, I heard children laughing that was easily contagious. (Y/N) looked at me with her lovely eyes and motioned for me to follow her.
I entered a room covered in mint walls with stuffed animals and books perfectly place. I looked at the center of the room to see two children, fraternal twins in fact, playing with each other. We were staring at her kids play with each other and my body unconsciously moved closer to her. She stepped to the side to create the distance I once put. I then notice hands snake around her waist pulling her closer to Eisuke. He kissed her cheek and my thoughts were interrupted with my wife linking our arms together. She gave me a kiss on my cheek but I couldn’t stop my mind thinking that (y/n) is living the life that I’m suppose to live with her. Eisuke and my wife walked in front of us out of the children’s room and (y/n) looked at me “Crazy how I thought I was going to be your wife and now” she giggled “Im practically your sister in law. Life works a funny way.”
Her words stunned me. Yeah, life does work in a funny way.
Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader || Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .
Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.
A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future.
Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea.
(A/n): I love youtuber requests. And I love platonic requests. I just like writing.
Request: I know you get a lot of youtube asks and you don’t have to do this but could you write about the reader is friends with mark, ethan, and tyler and like they’re walking around LA for whatever reason and some dude walks by and touches her butt and like Tyler becomes protective and ethan is calm but like stern and mark is mad but he’s calm and then like the three kinda scare the guy off and she thanks them then they go out for ice cream happy times. Sorry, and i also love your writing! Bye bye!
Warnings: Swearing and fluff tho
“Guys, I swear, if we don’t go somewhere soon; I’m going to flip my shit.” (Y/n) moaned.
The three other men chuckled from around her.
“Aren’t you enjoying L.A, though?” Tyler taunted, flicking the side of the girls head lightly. She groaned even more.
“I am!” (Y/n) was quick to protest “It’s just so fucking hot!”
“It’s supposed to be,” Ethan chimed in, slipping his eyes across the multitude of shop signs “Don’t be such a baby, (Y/n).”
The (h/c) haired girl only huffed in return to Ethan’s comment. She continued trailing behind the three boy’s without another word; letting her gaze collapse to the ground.
“Are you going to pout now?” Mark laughed. He spun to strut backwards instead, opting to get a better view of the girl’s expression.
“Yes…” (Y/n) mumbled.
“Well buck up soldier.” Mark beamed “We’ll go get ice cream, yeah?”
Peering through her veil of hair, (Y/n)’s eyes flickered up to stare at Mark “Can we?” she pondered in mock innocence.
“Ice cream is my sexuality.” Tyler stated, nothing but seriousness laced his words.
“Ice cream it is then!”
The four friends laughed heartily.
The day went on and the group entered and passed many street side shops. This Friday was slightly busier than any other comparatively, but it was such a beautiful day out; no one could be blamed.
“If I’m not wrong,” (Y/n) spoke “and my woman’s intuition hasn’t yet failed me, the ice cream shop is literally around that corner.”
She rose a hand to point at the corner towards the end on the walkway.
“Well if my woman’s intuition is correct, I’d say that’s bullshit.” Mark scoffed.
“It’s past that corner.” he gestured to the turn on the opposite walkway across the road.
(Y/n) hashed a hard stare at Mark. He returned it full force. Bickering ensued.
“Ah gee…” Ethan chuckled and shook his head. Tyler simply laughed, the two of them standing on the side letting the other two do their thing.
As the pair shot back and forther, people passed them in a docile haze. Though, sooner or later, one man in particular caught Tyler’s weary eye.
“He looks like a hazard..” the brunette whispered to Ethan. The blue haired boy looked up from Mark and (Y/n) and tilted his head, confused.
As Ethan’s bright eye’s raked the crowd, a man singled himself out to approach (Y/n). Both Ethan and Tyler locked eyes with him for a brief moment each before the man stepped up and slapped the youtuber’s ass.
“Nhg-!” (Y/n) jumping suddenly, her head shooting back.
The unknown man snicked grossly and commented “Sweet ass.”
The short lived triumph of the harasser shattered when Tyler spoke. The brunette stepped up to the man and looked down at him.
“Who the hell are you?” The man spat cockily, smirk manipulating his lips. He looked Tyler in the eye’s, his own stare conveying intense pride.
“In about three second, your executioner.” Tyler hissed. His voice was similar to dry ice in a multitude of ways.
Ethan grabbed (Y/n)’s shoulder and sweetly stepped in front of her. He stood unwavering by Tyler’s side; face looking beyond pissed.
Mark too held an expression of appalled disgust. Reaching one tanned hand up, the red haired man gripped Tyler’s bicep as though to tell him not to attack anyone. Mark spoke with oily sweetness:
“I heartfully suggest you don’t touch her again until you decide whether you want your arm seared or arteries punctured with knitting needles. Hm?” the deepness of his voice rang out.
The man looked as though his ego had been popped similar to a balloon in front his face. Sudden fright painting his expression with a lovely white.
“So fuck off, verman!” Ethan quickly barked.
“D-Dicks!” the man coughed, and hastily darted across the street. At least he looked both ways before moving.
“Disappointing..” Tyler huffed “what a prick.”
“I agree. Really, really fucking pissed me off.” Ethan sighed. He and Mark slowly turned to (Y/n).
“You okay?” Mark asked. He was bluntly worried.
“Of course! Yes, thank you so much!” She laughed.
(Y/n) forced the two men into a hug, smiling brightly “That made my day, I swear.” she said.
Mark and Ethan both giggled and squeezed her back before she let go to hug Tyler.
“And thank you too.” (Y/n) mumbled into the tall man’s chest.
Tyler calmly smiled down at the girl and patted her head jokingly “Don’t mention it, pipsqueak”
The small youtuber let Tyler go and peered at the three boys at once.
“So,” she grinned “Ice cream?”
(A/n): I almost don’t really like it but it’s cute though???
Their Reaction When You Say “I Love You” - 13 Reasons Why Preference
“Y-You what?” Hannah repeated as her eyes widen at the realisation of what you had just said. She practically dived forward, tackling the Y/H/C girl onto the floor as she placed small, yet hungry kisses upon her face, and then one on her lips.
“I love you too,” She said, climbing off her and grabbing her hand, pulling her down the hall to her room.
“I love you, dumbass,” You confessed. Clay’s face illuminated in happiness as the words left your mouth, his eyes lit up as he leaned in and feverishly kissed you, smiling against you lips.
“I love you too, idiot,” He stated, running his thumb across you swollen lips.
Justin nearly choked on his beer as those words left your mouth, His gaze shifted to your serious expression, and within seconds, his lips crashed onto yours. The kiss was full of hunger and need, and for a split second, he forgot he wasn’t alone with you.
“It’s about time,” He asserted with a smirk. Justin’s smirk disappeared, and a smile found it’s way onto his lips. “I love you too.”
You both were cuddling and you hadn’t heard anything from him for a while and when you looked his eyes were closed, so you thought he was asleep. You’d gently brushed some hair out of his closed eyes and, softly, whispered “I love you,” thinking he wouldn’t hear you anyway. But he was awake and heard you. He didn’t think it was a big deal and just mumbled the words back to you. He wouldn’t show it but he was sure he had never been this happy before.
He would show you some of his newly written lyrics and you’d accidentally blurt out how much you loved him and his talent. He’d freeze for second, not sure if you actually meant to say it but when you blushed and hid your face he’d be sure and he’d have the biggest smile on his face. He’d say it back and quickly peck your lips. He would have a contagious smile plastered to his face for the rest of the day.
Jessica was casually eating her lunch whilst you build up the courage to say the long awaited words. When you did, she quickly looked up at you and then returned her gaze to her food. ‘Is that it?’ you thought. ‘not even an i love you too?’.
“Not nice waiting, is it babe? I’ve been waiting a months for you to say that.”
You playfully poke her sides, before her expression turned serious. “I really do love you though.” She stated.
You and Jeff had spent the whole day relaxing in bed together; talking about anything and everything. Your hands are tangled in his hair as he laid his head in the crook of your neck, you were in a comfortable silence when you uttered those three words. His eyes lit up and he lifted his head to kiss your lips, when he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He said “I am so in love with you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”
Montgomery De La Cruz
(A/N: I literally couldn’t find any other gifs for him)
Even though he acts like a cocky asshole 95% of the time, Monty would definitely get so flustered. Whether you said it subtley or straightforward, he’d just start stuttering. He would be so shocked yet happy that you said the three words.
“I l-love you too, babe.”
Tony just wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. He tried acting cool and not letting you notice how flustered he actually was, it was pretty clear that you’d affected him.
‘She/He loves me back.’ He thought, with a smile.
Skye Miller (yes I’ve added her because I’m slightly in love with her, okay?)
You would be stuttering, blushing and mumbling, while you tried to built up the courage to confess those three words. Skye obviously noticed. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m f-fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You stuttered, avoiding her gaze.
“Y/N.” She said, grabbing your arm. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I love you.” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you heard the words come tumbling from your mouth.
“You do?” She asked, a smile growing on her lips. “I love you, too. Now, let’s go, I want pizza.” And with that, she intertwined your fingers together, while you walked towards the school parking lot.
Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.
“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.
Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?”
[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.”
“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.”
“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.”
Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.”
“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked.
[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.
Tom frowned, “Please, baby.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N].
“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.”
“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression.
“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow.
Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned.
“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.”
“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.”
“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.”
“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.”
“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Ahh, you really don’t.”
“I mean I could if you were here.”
“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked.
Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.”
[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”
Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” She countered.
“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?”
“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.”
“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”
“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her.
Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again.
love part 1 and 2 of The Fourth Musketeer!! Are you going to make a part 3?
pls? For the four musketeers I’m really loving it.
FOURTH MUSKETEER PART 3 IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
The fourth Musketeer series is sooooo good 😍😍
I can’t wait for part 3 😭💕
part 3 of 4m please
NEED A PART 3 OF THE 4 MUSKETEERS !.!! Its SOO AMAZING
OMG I just
read the second part of the Fourth Musketeer. It’s amazing!!! I already want
more! Love your work darling ❤❤
fourth musketeer please god 💖🙏
Part 3 of the Four Musketeers PLEASE, it’s so freaking good. It makes me feel all the feels and I’m in love with your writing
Pairing: Archie x
reunions never end well.
Warnings: I cried
while writing this
Word count: 1,536
A/N: just a
reminder to all, if you want to be added to my taglist please ask in my ask
box! anywho wowow buckle your seatbelts for the emotional roller coaster that
is part 3!! enjoy!!
(Y/N) obliviously stood at the counter in Pop’s, unaware of
three sets of unwavering eyes staring at her.
“Should we… say something?” Betty suggested, but
she didn’t shift her gaze from (Y/N).
“I don’t know,” Veronica breathed. "I probably shouldn’t since she has no
idea who I am.“
"I’ll do it,” Jughead stated. Before Veronica or Betty could acknowledge
what he said, Jughead had stood up and began to walk towards (Y/N). The two girls shared a tentative glance. "Long time no see, (Y/N),“ Jughead
said from behind her. She whirled
"Jughead,” she acknowledged him, her lips forming
an awkward smile. "It’s… nice to
"God it’s been so long,” Jughead sighed, stepping
closer to (Y/N). She tried to
inconspicuously edge away.
“Yeah,” she nodded and pursed her lips. Jughead was taken aback by her cold behavior.
“Does anyone else know you’re here?” he
questioned. (Y/N) shook her head.
“Nope,” she answered simply, “just you.”
“And Betty,” Jughead added, gesturing back to
where Veronica and Betty were sitting. When
they noticed (Y/N) was looking at them, they smiled and waved. (Y/N)’s focus
turned back to Jughead.
“Who’s that with her?” she asked.
“Veronica,” he explained, “she moved here at
the beginning of the year.”
“That’s nice,” another awkward smile formed on her
lips. Suddenly, a waiter brought out a
bag of food. (Y/N) grabbed the bag and
quickly paid. "Well, I’ve gotta get
going. It’s been nice seeing you again, Jughead.“ She started to exit the diner, but Jughead
quickly snatched her wrist.
"Wait!” he said, earning a questioning look from
her. "What about Archie?“
"What about Archie?” (Y/N) innocently repeated. Jughead rolled his eyes.
“You know,” he responded, “are you going to
tell him you’re back?”
“Why should I?” (Y/N) scoffed.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because he’s fucking smitten
with you and has been heartbroken for the past two years. And if I’m not mistaken, you were pretty
smitten yourself before you moved.” (Y/N) bit her lip as she shook her
“If he loved me, he would’ve called,” she rolled
“What happened to you?” Jughead asked, scanning
her face. (Y/N) snapped her wrist out of
“Nothing happened, Jughead.”
“There’s another thing,” he noted. "Since when have you called me
"My food is getting cold,” she made up an excuse.
“Archie said you changed your number.” The sentence knocked the wind out of (Y/N), so
she stood in silence as she stared at Jughead.
“I changed it,” she finally admitted it. “But
that was a few months after I left.”
“Why?” he inquired.
“Because he didn’t call me,” she sighed. "Even when I called him, he wouldn’t
answer.“ Jughead furrowed his
eyebrows. (Y/N) shook her head as she
left the diner.
She called over her shoulder, "Don’t tell Archie I’m
“She expects you to not tell him?” Veronica questioned the
next day at school. Jughead shrugged.
“But I get it, you know?” Betty responded. “She wants to be the one to tell him she’s
back, not have someone do it on her behalf.”
“If she tells him,” Veronica reminded her.
“Listen, just… don’t tell him, okay?” Jughead told
Veronica. “I told (Y/N) I wouldn’t, and
I don’t want to upset her. She seemed
kinda off yesterday.”
“So she’s not normally like that?” Veronica questioned with
a hint of sarcasm. Jughead rolled his
“Not when I knew her.”
“Okay, so (Y/N)’s gotta have some flaws, right?” Veronica
asked Archie as she sat across from him in the lounge. He narrowed his eyes.
“What?” he confusedly mumbled. “Why are you asking about (Y/N)?”
“Well, Archiekins,” Veronica bit her lip, “you’ve seemed
more down ever since Jughead’s party. I
figured it was something having to do with (Y/N). I’m asking you about her flaws because right
now, it seems like you’re kind of glorifying her in your memories, you
know? Since she hasn’t been around, you
only want to remember the good parts of her.”
“I don’t know,” Archie waved off her suggestion. “I really don’t want to talk about her.”
“But you have to,” Veronica immediately replied. “Betty, Jughead, and Kevin told me about her
and how you absolutely refused to mention her after she moved.”
“It’s a coping method,” he defended himself. She shook her head.
“Veronica, stop!” Archie yelled, exasperatedly throwing his
hands up in the air. “You know why I can’t
tell you any of (Y/N)’s flaws? Because I
love her. And when you love someone,
when you truly love someone, their flaws aren’t something you notice. Their flaws are just another cute quirk that
you adore, and I love everything there is about (Y/N).” A smile creeped onto Veronica’s face, causing
Archie to twist his face into a puzzled expression. “What?”
“You love her,”
she grinned, but Archie remained confused.
“You love her, Archiekins. Not
loved, love.” Archie rolled his eyes,
but it didn’t hide his growing smile.
Veronica stood up, brushing down her pencil skirt. “My job here is done. Keep an eye on your phone, Archiekins. I’m gonna send you a very important message
An extremely confused Archie walked into Pop’s, and he
continued to double check the text that Veronica sent him:
Go to Pop’s
tonight. Trust me.
She said nothing about meeting her there, nor did she
mention anything about what he was supposed to do at the diner. He scanned the area, searching for a familiar
face. His eyes landed on a face that was
more familiar than he expected.
“(Y/N)?” he whispered, staring at the girl sitting all alone
in a booth. She, having not heard Archie’s
murmur, continued to stare at her phone.
“(Y/N)!” Archie said it louder
this time, and (Y/N)’s head snapped up.
Her eyes doubled in size as she stared at her old childhood friend. Slowly, she stood up and began to walk
“Archie?” she asked, stepping closer to him with an
unreadable expression on her face. He
grinned and nodded.
“Oh god, (Y/N), I thought I’d never see you again. I thought that-” A sharp slap across his face
interrupted him. Archie’s mouth opened
slightly ajar as he stared at (Y/N), subdued into shock.
“Fuck you, Archie,” she spat. Archie noticed tears glimmering in her
eyes. “No calls, no texts, no emails,
nothing! Absolutely nothing!”
“And you act like you’re the victim,” she interrupted him,
refusing to grant him the chance to defend himself. “You told Jughead and Betty that I changed my
number? And you didn’t mention that I
called you countless times, only for you to never answer.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he apologized, slowly grabbing her
hands. She didn’t tear them away from
his grip, but Archie could feel her muscles tense. “You know why I didn’t answer your calls? Because it hurt. It hurt because I thought I’d never see you
again, and I thought that if I heard your voice, it would just make the pain
worse. I thought that maybe if I didn’t
talk to you, if I pretended like you never existed, then maybe I could move on.”
“You think it didn’t hurt me?” (Y/N) questioned, her voice
cracking as she held back her tears. “You
think it didn’t hurt every time I called my best friend but never got an
answer? You think it didn’t hurt when I
was alone with my parents in a big city with no one to turn to? You think it didn’t hurt when I couldn’t call
for help when I needed it?” Her voice
gradually raised as she spoke. Archie
released (Y/N)’s hands, and instead, he opted to cup her face. He leaned in and did something he had been
dying to do for the past four years: he kissed her. Archie tried to pour every ounce of love he
had for (Y/N) into the kiss, he tried to tell her the things he was unable to
say. However, (Y/N) pulled away. She took a step away from Archie as she
frowned at him, her tears finally stumbling down her face.
“Why did you do that?” she cried softly.
“Because I love you,” Archie desperately answered. He attempted to reach out towards her and
hold her in his arms, but (Y/N) stepped further away. “I love you, and I have always loved
you. I never got the chance to tell you.”
“You can’t do that to me,” she tried to wipe away her tears,
but they were flowing too quickly. “You can’t
just barge in here and confess your love after you completely ignored me!”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), it was stupid and selfish of me, but-”
“But nothing!” she stopped his apology. (Y/N) brushed past Archie as she began to
storm out of the diner, but before she could exit, Archie grabbed her wrist,
forcing her to turn around.
“One thing, (Y/N).
Can you please just answer one question for me?” he begged. (Y/N) pursed her lips but nodded. “Do you love me?”
“Archie, you can’t just-”
“Please, (Y/N),” his voice was meek and desperate. She sighed, but slowly nodded.
“Of course,” she whispered.
She gently wriggled her hand out of his grasp and exited the diner,
leaving a heartbroken Archie behind.
Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK
the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell
you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever.
Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to
write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into
little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.
Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie
Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it
a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default
though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was
so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.
next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you
were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual
predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been
put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not
everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided
to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not
have them humiliate him.
the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with
Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the
murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending? There you could not help to think of how both
Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant,
the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic.
Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she
was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.
you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale
was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our
parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral
ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with
almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl,
Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the
new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems
too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in
Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom
decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her
choice, but she would do anything for your father.
days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high
school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found
love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which
we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue
& Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made
a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their
issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing
or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I
forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River
Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them
happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though
when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had
“fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this
summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.
were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change,
Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was
just happy you weren’t just the “hippie” artist. I did
say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen.
And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and
decided to go to Pops.
you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you
looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip
across him in the booth.
“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no
more uniform?” he retorted.
“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the
comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and
Ronnie were coming into Pops
“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to
everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals
with his fingers.
“I just don’t want this to take
time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.
“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie
answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.
“I only did this, because Ronnie
made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.
“Oh come on I just recently met
you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into
“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you
for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands
when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle
and so we kept on talking until
it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug
trying to fix up his novel.
“Get some rest” you say to Jug as
you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you
next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.
“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!”
Your mom shouted from downstairs.
“Coming!” you shouted back,
grabbing your stuff for practice later.
“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you
asked as you reached them in the kitchen.
“We are having dinner with The
Mantles on Friday night” your father answered
“And we need you home and go buy
yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she
continued dads sentence.
Confused as to what’s going on
since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”
Dad just shoots you a look “Its
business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”
You nod and make your way to the
door and get the bike to get to school.
you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit,
he appears with a smug look on his face.
“Hey (Y/N), looking good today,
um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely
look good today.”
“I’d like to think so” you retort
“but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having
a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie
“Well a bit, but I always have to
compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks
“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a
sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in
distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.
“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up,
“um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie
“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my
family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with
his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies
as Jug likes to call them.
“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles
together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?” Betty questions me.
“Is there something I’m missing
here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on
“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be
very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed
my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my
locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.
The day goes by and during lunch you
head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.
“No, I got some things to do at
home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me
“It is not like that Cheryl, just
a business dinner” you answer annoyed.
“I always did think he’d end up
with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she
stated with sly smile.
The week went by and you bought yourself
a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred
jeans and t-shirt on any occasion.
It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug,
Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when
Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.
“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip
it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev
“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday
night then?” Kevin asks
“Yeah, I think I can, how about
you guys?” you ask the rest of the group
“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop
sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while
“I’m in!” Veronica states “What
about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.
“Yeah” the red-haired boy
Reggie made his way to the table
“Hope you’re not making any plans
for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie
states with a puppy dog expression.
“Oh, God please don’t call me
that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.
“What? You love it when I call
you that!” Reggie proclaims
“Yeah when we were eight” you
declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.
“Well he’s been awfully sweet to
you lately” Betty announces to the group
“It’s probably because he doesn’t
want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie
just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to
re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.
“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and
Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against
“I promise, he’s yours for the
taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.
the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk
“Hey (Y/N), look if you like
Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even
give me the time of day, I mean…”
You grab her by the shoulder and
cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I
have never thought about him like that, never.”
Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look
I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and
talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”
“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around
like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you
like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure
She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I
promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d
invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”
goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.
She watched him from afar. He just looked so perfect. His grey beanie on his head, his concentrated expression while he sat in front of his laptop, his jeans jacket that hugged his body perfectly, his beautiful dark hair. Everything seemed just perfect to her.
But for him, she didn’t exist. She was just another soul between hundreds. She wasn’t extraordinary. She was a girl who liked to sit in the library and disappear in her own world. She was a girl who did anything to get to the college of her dreams.
Jughead Jones was the only thing that did stop her from thinking straight. She knew. She knew that Jughead didn’t live with his family. In fact she knew that he lives in school now.
Y/N’s family wasn’t perfect either. Some nights she would just sneak out and walk around Riverdale. When she saw him at night in the school building she knew. After she saw him at the Twilight Theater, she knew that he wasn’t living where he should live.
And now she was sitting in a booth at Pop’s. And so was Jughead. Jughead actually knew Y/N but she wasn’t anyone special to him. But he knew that she was incredibly smart. Jughead wasn’t a person who showed interest. He was just like a lock. If you didn’t have the key, in that case it would be his trust, he wouldn’t open up to you.
Y/N was done with her homework as she stood up. A rather new waiter was walking in her direction. But then he slipped and Y/N was walking next to Jughead’s booth. In that moment her drink fell on Jughead’s laptop.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my god!”, she said loudly as she took some tissues to help him. “I’m so so sorry! It’s just the waiter slipped and-”, before she could go on further, Jughead stopped her.
“It wasn’t your fault.”, he said and sighed. “Good thing that I save my stuff on a stick as well. But it looks like my laptop isn’t going to make it.”
Great. For the first time she was really talking to him and destroyed his most precious thing. What a great start. “I will buy you another one! I promise.. I’m so sorry.”, she apologized one more time.
“I don’t think that you can afford a laptop unless your last name is Blossom.”, he said and looked at her. “I think I can get it repaired. No worries.”, he assured her that it was okay. “Y/N, right?”
“That’s me. Jughead Jones.”, she smiled at him. “Can I at least buy you a milkshake?”
Jughead smiled at her. “Well I can’t say no to an offer like that, can I?”, he told her.
The next few weeks they ended up talking to each other a lot more. He didn’t know that there was so much more to Y/N than just that smart girl who was the perfect student.
She was a person who was understanding, a little shy and a really good listener. Something about her fascinated Jughead. So he decided write about her. On paper of course. He didn’t know what he wrote. He just wrote the things he noticed about her down. Her actions, her flaws, her attitude. About how she laughed about his jokes. About how she was a really genuine and nice person.
Y/N took a job. She worked after school and sometimes on weekends. She knew that Jughead’s passion was writing and she took his passion away by destroying his laptop. Also: he was really nice to her and they did spend time together a lot. She wanted to give him something back. She also felt guilty about breaking his laptop.
One day they decided to go to the football pitch and lay down on the grass. They watched the stars who were shining brightly that night.
“Talk about yourself, Jughead. You never do that.”, Y/N asked.
“How about you tell me what you know about me already. I find that more interesting.”, his gaze was on the stars while Y/N’s gaze was on him.
“Well.. I know that you are a very creative person.. you’re also a realist and see things different than others. You are generally different than others. But in a good way.”, she stopped and took a slow breath. “Also.. I think that you don’t have a good connection to your family.”
Jughead stopped for a moment and then turned his head to her. “How do you know that?”
“My parents fight a lot.. and sometimes I just sneak out to get away. To get away from them shouting at each other. And one night I saw you at the Twilight Theater and at school.. why don’t you live with your parents?”
“My parents don’t live together anymore. My family is broken and I can’t keep living with my father. He doesn’t care about me or his family. He is drunk all the time. And I just couldn’t live there.”, he told her. For the first time he opened up to her. “My life might not be perfect. But I write my thought down. It helps me not to go insane.”, he sighs. “It’s the only thing in my life that will always stay the same.”
It felt good to talk about that. Sometimes even his laptop couldn’t take that pain away. Y/N moved closer to him. Jughead slowly put his arm under her. Now her head was laying on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat which was beating pretty fast. They lay there in the middle of the night on a football field and talking about their problems.
Y/N talked about how she expects a divorce any minute. It didn’t seem like the situation would get better. And Jughead listened to every word she said to him. Suddenly he wanted so comfort her. He wanted to be there for her. Because she was in a similar situation as him.
After that night they spent a lot of time together in school too. Y/N became Jughead’s getaway. Whenever he needed someone to talk, she was the first person he would talk to. The thought of her not being in his life, pained him. He didn’t want to imagine that. In such a short time, she became a big part in his life.
Jughead was working with Betty on the murder case as Y/N walked in with a bag. “Hey, how’s the work going?”, she asked them and smiled.
“Good.”, Betty answered. She saw that Y/N possibly wanted to talk to Jughead. “Uh.. I have cheer practice! I’ll see you guys around!”, she said and left.
Y/N sat down next to Jughead. “So.. 2 months ago, I broke your laptop. So.. I worked.”, she started.
But before she could go on, Jughead interrupted her. “If this is what I think it is, then I want to ask you one thing: Why? You didn’t have to do this, Y/N.” No one did something like that for him.
“I felt guilty. And I care about you and I know that you really need this laptop. Here is a complete new one. See it as a present from me, Juggie. As an early birthday gift.”
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. “Thank you.. but my birthday is in 8 months.”
She pulled away and looked deep in his eyes. “I don’t care. I want you to have it. And every time you use this, think of me.”, she said and smiled at him.
A week later, Y/N saw Jughead sitting at Pop’s in his usual place. “Hey, Juggie.”, she said and sat down.
“Could you please stay here, I’m going to get us some drinks okay?”, he said and Y/N nodded.
As she saw his laptop background her eyes went wide. It wasn’t just a normal picture. It was a picture of her. A picture of her smiling. But she didn’t look in the camera. She seemed distracted. That must be the moment where he took that picture. But why would she be his background picture?
Jughead noticed that she stared at his laptop. “Uh.”, he said with his drink in his hands.
“It’s okay.. you don’t have to explain. I told you that you should think of me while using this laptop. And that is the best way, right?”
Another night, another night on the football field. The same position as always. Her head on his chest. Her calm breathing was present and so was Jughead’s heartbeat that only Y/N could hear.
Y/N hand reached out for Jughead’s. Jughead sat up and looked at her. “You look so pretty like this. Let me take a picture.”, he said and took a picture. Another inspiration to write about her.
“Really?”, she smiled and held his hand tighter.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Y/N.”, he said. “Really. You are.”
Y/N sat up too and stared at Jughead and moved a little bit closer to him. “Why do you say that?”, she whispered.
“I don’t know. But there is something about you. I don’t know what.. but it’s just there. And I feel so much better with you. Thank you for being in my life.”
And just like that, Y/N pressed her lips on his. She pulled him close. Both of her hands were on his cheeks. Jughead also pulled her close to him. He pulled away. “Why?”
“It’s my way of saying thank you. I’m glad that I destroyed your laptop. I’m glad that I could spend time with you. I..”, she couldn’t finish that sentence. It was hard for her to express love. She never felt that way with a boy before. And now Jughead was there.
“I’m also glad that you did that, Y/N. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here right now. And.. I.. I love you. That’s what you wanted to say, right?”
She nodded and kissed him again. “Yeah. I love you too, Juggie. I love you with everything I have. That might not be much.. but-”
“That’s everything I need. You being here with me is more than enough.”
@hi-im-secretly-satan aaaand here you go. I‘m back to slowly catching up with my request pile :) the last few days were mostly filled with being tired n achy n nothing good came out of that. But I’ve a good feeling about today~
I know that Noct is technically like 3cm taller than Prompto but while playing the game I always had the feeling that Noct was the smallest of them all n that even prompto was taller than him. so this reflects in this pic as well. Fight me for it! :/
also, for some reason, whenever I think of dark!noct n MT!Prompto I cannot NOT show prompto being ;^; . as much I love this alternative path idea, I am convinced to my core that in a scneario where both are dark (n not just prompto) prompto would always have this tiny core of light within him. n while he remains at noctis’ side n follows his biddings, he’d have theses quite frequent sad expressions that reflect his burried old self that continues to mourn Noctis’ destiny n what he was forced to become.
it’s quite tragic really when you think about it, being sad despite having noct all to himself for pretty much (dark) eternity
IMAGINE: It was no secret that Bucky hated his past, how he regrets being the Winter Soldier. What happens when he meets someone that can change his mind?
[gif is not mine. requests are open. let me know what you think]
warnings: swear words, brief harassment, small violence.
word count: 2.4k +
‘He had built up walls for years, keeping everyone out. Then she came into his life and with a touch of her finger the walls crumbled into ashes.’
Everyone knew that Bucky wasn’t one to converse with anyone, to talk to anyone let alone spend a minute in a room with someone that wasn’t Steve. He grunted and nodded, but no actual words ever came out of his mouth. He kept quiet, he kept to himself. No one really knew him, Steve did, but still…There were some things that he kept to himself, things that kept him up at night -waking from his nightmares, knives sheathed out panicking and looking around the room. He hated himself, he hated that he caused a war within a group, forcing everyone to take sides. Even years later when everything was settled, he still felt guilty thus he kept to himself. Maybe, just maybe if he didn’t speak and just did what everyone wanted him to do he could chip away the guilt.
He remembers the day vividly, it’s as if it’s a movie in his head, one that he can replay over and over again. He can pick out the exact moment that he knew in himself that she was going to change him.
“(Y/N), you have to be calm when you meet them, okay kid?” Tony looked over the kid next to him. Granted that she wasn’t a kid anymore, she was still a kid to him. “You can’t embarrass me, I have a reputation to uphold.”
(Y/N) barked out a laugh as she saw Tony puff out his chest, “I cross my heart that I won’t embarrass you.”
Tony smiled at her and opened the door, she instantly saw all the Avengers lounging around -some sitting down, some playing pool and some in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and they stopped and stared at him. “This is (Y/N),” he gestured the awed girl beside him.
She smiled at the group and waved, “I’m his love child,” she waggled her eyebrows and laughed out loudly when she saw the expressions on their face.
“She’s not,” Tony deadpanned. “What did I say about embarrassing me?” She shrugged in reply. Turning back to the group he explained, “She’s a recruit from Isla Nublar, Tony wanted her expertise on something. Plus, I’ve also known her since she was little so she’s like a little sister to me, so if any of you hurt her I will seriously kill you.”
“You can’t just mildly kill them?” (Y/N) teased and she received a jab from him. As they went around the room, introducing (Y/N) to everyone, she was awestruck by just how ordinary they were. Of course she kept up on the details, not hard to really. But it was so different, they were just normal people who were expected to drop everything to fight off the next evil.
After the introductions, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat as everyone was heading to the gym. “For a bunch of superheroes they surprisingly have a lot of junk food in the fridge,” she mused to herself, thinking out loud. “Ooo, lasagne.” She picked out the heavy dish and turned around but bumped into someone.
“SHIT! I am so sorry,” (Y/N) looked at the lasagne and then back to the figure. Their black uniform was covered in red and white sauce. “I got lasagne on you,” she began wiping it off his uniform, after three wipes she realised how awkward it was.
She smiled sheepishly and look up at the man, “Sorry, didn’t mean to awkwardly touch you.” (Y/N) was going to say more but she stopped when she saw who she was talking to. It was Bucky Barnes. She read up on him, fascinated by history as both James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It’s not everyday that you get to live the tale that you accidentally dropped lasagne on an infamous assassin.” She tried to lighten the joke being the idiot as the was.
Bucky looked down at her, veiled amusement in his eyes. “Don’t really know the protocol for throwing lasagne at an assassin so forgive me if I don’t know how to act, I’m usually much cooler than this.” She gave him a toothy smile. (Y/N) wasn’t nervous, not at all, nor was she embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” his voice was rough from the lack of use. To his ears it sounded foreign, but to her it sounded beautiful.
“Do you want me to pay for dry-cleaning?” He tilted his head. “Uh, dry-cleaning is like this fancy service that you use when you want something to be professionally cleaned.” She sounded so unsure, but at the same time her voice was gentle and not at all patronising.
“I know what dry-cleaning is,” he gave her a small quick smile.
She found that she liked it when he smiled, he seemed younger and more relaxed even though she saw it for at least 3 seconds. “That’s good, that’s good.” She muttered, then looking down at the floor. “I haven’t been in the compound a day and I’ve already made a mess.” (Y/N) walked to the counter to fetch the kitchen roll, once in her hand she bent down and started wiping.
“Want some help?” Bucky knelt down and ripped some paper.
Maybe it was the way that she didn’t seem afraid of him and she treated him like a normal person. Or maybe it was because she made him laugh -something that hasn’t happened to him for so long. Or maybe it was her small, awkward yet charming smile that made him feel lighter than he’s ever felt before.
From that day on Bucky seeked out (Y/N), he came out of his room more, stayed in rooms longer than before. Of course everyone noticed his odd behaviour, it was hard not to. Bucky didn’t actively participate in conversations, but when (Y/N) asked him a question, flashed him a smile, or tried to include him in the conversation he reciprocated.
They were sitting in the living room, Stranger Things playing on the television. “You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she saw him lean in trying to figure out the scene.
Bucky leaned back nonchalantly and turned his head towards her, “It’s…different.”
He nodded hesitantly. “It’s nice.”
She smiled triumphantly and leaned back, her arms touching his lightly. She tried not to think of how warmth seemed to radiate of him, or just how nice he smelt.
(Y/N) passed him the pizza, “Thanks, doll.” (Y/N)’s hand froze and turned to him.
He felt his face redden, and his hands clamp up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he didn’t mean for that nickname to slip. He didn’t turn to her, afraid of her reaction. It was an intimate nickname for someone, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and left, never speaking to him again.
She made an appreciative noise, “I like that.”
Startled, he turned to her, “What?”
“I like that. It’s cute and it’s very you,” she gave him a grin and a wink. “Doll,” she tried it out, rolling the word off her tongue.
He smiled at her when she clucked her tongue, “Don’t I get a nickname?”
She narrowed her eyes, smiled and tilted her head, “Hm, what to call you. Buckster?” She tried out and she chuckled at his horrified expression. “Buckarro?” He poked her this time. “I know, I’ll call you James.”
This time he chuckled, “That’s my name, not exactly a nickname.”
“Except no one calls you that and that’s why it’s perfect. Everyone calls you Barnes, or Bucky, but never James. The name is something just the two of us,” she smiled at him.
He felt his heart quicken and reciprocated her smile. It was genuine and it was wide. It was the smile that he would have had on his face practically all the time back in the 40s. As they continued watching the show, he realized that he liked it when she said the two of them. ‘Just between the two of them.’ He smiled, contented for the first time.
(Y/N) stood in line, trying to memorize everyone’s drink order. She felt a hand touch her backside and she turned around, “What are you doing?”
The man behind her gave her a lopsided smile. Even under the bad fluro lights she could see that his eyes were glossy and he could hardly stand on his on two feet. “Hey there pretty lady.” He gave her a wink and (Y/N) screwed up her nose in disgust. “Don’t be like that,” he tried to touch her arm but she yanked it away.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, her arms ready to fight just in case.
“Come on, pretty lady,” he yanked her by the waist and she yelped. (Y/N) hardly had time to hit the man as he was yanked off her. She tumbled to the ground, and watched as Bucky hit the man over and over again. Noticing how hard the punches were she pulled herself up and ran to where Bucky was.
“Bucky!” He didn’t turn around. He held the man’s collar and pulled his hand back to punch him again. “Bucky! Bucky!” (Y/N) ran and touched his shoulder, “James.” This time he turned around. Letting the man go.
She saw how his eyes and his face were different, she tentatively touched his cheek, “James, come back to me darling. Come back to me.” She rubbed his cheek affectionately, “I’m here, just come back to me, please.”
His gaze softened, and he cupped the hand that was on his cheek.
Bucky was sure that (Y/N) would have ran away, fleeing as she saw the side of him he desperately never wanted anyone to see, especially her. But all she did was hold his hand, nodding to Steve and took him outside leading him to the car.
Once they were in the safety of the complex, (Y/N) opened Bucky’s door and pulled him in. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer, instead he fell to his knees. (Y/N) knelt down and pushed back his hair, “Buck?”
“I’m sorry,” it was soft and she could hardly hear him but at the same time she could hear it clearly, the emotion; the heartbreak, anger and sadness.
(Y/N) launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter as each second passed by. Once they broke apart she looked at him, “Never, ever apologize for that. Never apologize for that James.”
“I let him out, I never wanted to let him out.”
She could have burst out crying at how small he sounded. “No matter what, he will always be a part of you James, you can never erase him but,” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t ever be ashamed for something that you never did. You needed to be brainwashed, you needed a long time to transfer from James to the Winter Soldier. You’re not him.”
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never letting her go, “You’re not him. You’re Steve’s Bucky, you’re my James, you’re our Barnes. Never forget that.” She gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “Even if you do, I’ll always be here to make you remember.”
“Always.” It was such a simple word but it was filled with so much more than it could possibly contain. He felt his heart open, and it all it took was one word for his walls to be tore down.
It was a casual day, there was nothing important. She was in her pyjamas, and he was in his gym clothes. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, each eating their respective breakfast.
“What would you say if I asked you on a date doll?” He didn’t look at her, fear of her rejection.
She placed her spoon down, “I would say that it took you long enough James.” When he looked up he could see her smile, happiness radiating off her face.
He was Bucky before. He was known for charming the dames, being everyone’s friend and always being there for Steve. Then he was known as the Winter Soldier. He was adored. One of the greatest killing machines that HYDRA has ever created. He was feared.Then he was Barnes. Long gone was Bucky (though not for Steve, he would always be Bucky for Steve), buried underneath everything, and long gone was the Winter Soldier. He was Barnes and he was part of the Avengers. He was accepted. Finally, he was James. Her James to be exact. He was understood, loved and adored. She was the one person that managed to find him when he was so lost in the dark. She was the beacon in his life that he longed for, that he thought was long gone because of the atrocities that he committed.
But here she was, next to him, one of her arms carelessly tossed on his stomach, one under the pillow. As Bucky stroked her hair, she softly groaned and lifted her head. “Hey Buck, is it morning yet?”
He gave her a small smile. “No, not yet.” (Y/N) sat up and stretched, then with a grin she straddled him.
She grabbed his metal arm and fiddled with his fingers, “You know we could just etch the ring on your finger, I mean you won’t ever lose it that way.” (Y/N) leaned forward and laid on his chest.
He loved this position, mostly because he could feel her heartbeat. “I’m not you, doll, I mean how many times have you lost your ring?” He felt her lightly smack him, and he started running his hand down her back.
“Shut it, you love me.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“You’re marrying me.”
“Eh,” he gave her a shrug and sat back up.
“Do I have to convince you that marrying me would be the greatest thing ever?” She grinded her hips against his, and smirked when he groaned.
“The greatest thing ever was meeting you doll,” he sat up and kissed her.
Bucky managed to find someone to break him out of his shell. A person who managed to keep the nightmares at bay, even on the rare occasions he had them she was there right by his side, brushing his hair back and whispering comforting words in his ear. He found the person that managed to love his past even when he couldn’t.
Prophet - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)
Request - Could you write a Draco imagine where you’re a feminist and his friends make fun of you for it but he falls in love with you. But you are really quiet until someone says something sexist
a/n - possible oppression trigger
‘And that’s what it means to have equal rights.’ I recited with the women talking on the latest issue of the prophet that just came in this morning during breakfast.
“(Y/N), look, I am up for the whole women are equal to men thing, but seriously, this essay is due next class period and I really need help. Do you mind?” asked Ron, lifting up his head from his textbook with an expression of complete exhaustion on his face. He was up until half past 3 in the morning playing with firecrackers with Harry and Seamus again, almost being caught by Umbridge when it was nearing four.
“Was I the one that told you to stay up late doing only what a moron would do?” I cocked an eyebrow up, reading through the article about the female speaker for the 3rd time that period.
“No, but still.” huffed Ron.
“I for one think that this equal rights thing is the best thing that’s ever happened in the wizarding world. It’s certainly a movement that cannot go unnoticed.” Hermione chimed in, a warm smile on her face.
‘See, ‘mione gets it! How about you Harry?” I ask, putting the paper down while Hermione glanced a few looks at it.
Summary: You and the rest of the original cast are hanging out at Daveed’s apartment for a little cast party when somehow, Oak gets the dumbest idea to play seven minutes in heaven, and now you’re stuck in a closet with Groff and Daveed doesn’t like that very much and basically iT GETS WILD K
A/N: Okay, so I’m ALMOST finished with part two of Broadway, but of course, I ended up getting writers block right in the middle of writing it and now I can’t seem to think of any good ideas for it and then this fic happened. Requests are open and I’ll try to get Broadway out sometime this week! Love you guys :)
Warnings: Um the usual ,,, cursing and love confessions whooP
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You mutter as you take off your most precious possession, a diamond necklace your mother had given to you when you were younger, and put it into the beanie that Oak was holding out to you with a smug expression.
“Relax, Y/n/n,” Groff teases as he puts his watch into the beanie, using your childhood nickname that you despised. “Yeah,” Daveed snickered, sitting on the other side of you. “It’ll be fun.” You scoffed, blowing your hair out of your eyes as you turned to face Daveed and Groff with an incredulous expression. “Yeah, for you guys.” You huffed, crossing your arms and trying to ignore the blush that decided to make an appearance on your features when Daveed slung an arm across your shoulders.
Of course, that blush didn’t go unnoticed to Pippa and Lin, who simply looked at each other and smirked, before turning away and facing you two again.
Eventually, everyone had put an item into the basket and now Jazzy was drawing an item from the beanie, and when she finally pulled it out, everyone groaned when she pulled out Anthony’s bracelet, “no fun,” Renee complained, shaking her head before laughing a bit at the irony of Jasmine pulling out her boyfriend’s item.
“Whatever, let’s go,” Anthony laughed, leading Jasmine to the closet. “Don’t be too loud, you two! We’re still here!” Lin whooped, snickering a bit when you leaned across to smack him gently on the shoulder.
Seven minutes later, both Jasmine and Anthony walked out, Anthony with a smug expression and Jasmine with her cheeks tinted pink and disheveled hair. Oak whistled, winking playfully at the two.
“Alright, Groffsauce, it’s your turn.” Oak called out, handing the beanie to Groff so he could draw something from the beanie. He then pulled out your necklace, which made him immediately stand up and bow in your direction, using his fake British accent he used every night, “M’lady,” he teased, holding out his hand for you to take.
Of course, you didn’t notice Daveed tensing up when you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the closet. “Don’t go crazy!” Anthony laughed, high fiving Lin and Oak, whereas Daveed just crossed his arms and muttered bitter words under his breath, which made everyone turn their attention to him and laugh.
“What? You don’t like it that your girlfriend is in the closet with Groff right now?” Lin cooed teasingly, pinching Daveed’s cheeks which made him groan and slap Lin’s hands away. “Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend,” he pouted, and it was obvious that he was upset.
“This is a stupid game anyway.” Daveed muttered, running a hand through his wild hair. “Chill out, D.” Renee rolled her eyes, “you’re acting like a child. You know they don’t like each other romantically and nothing’s gonna happen.” Daveed sighed, he knew it was true, but there was still this lingering feeling in him that wouldn’t go away.
After the seven minutes were up, you and Groff walked out, Groff sporting lipstick on his cheeks and forehead, which made everyone whistle playfully. “I’m never cleaning my face again, my love.” Groff sighed playfully, pretending to swoon as he took your hand and batted his eyes. You both sat down and you cupped his face, “I’ll love you forever, my dear.” You pretended, trying not to crack.
Daveed couldn’t take that and immediately stood up, muttering something about grabbing a drink and storming off, his fists clenched.
You frowned, removing your hand from Groff’s and looking at everyone, “what happened?” You wandered, making everyone shrug, yet you knew that from the expressions they all had, they knew. But you didn’t push and only sighed, getting up to go find the man and ask him what was wrong.
You found him, pouring some vodka into a shot glass and chugging it immediately, slamming the small glass cup onto the marble counter. “D?” You wandered, moving towards him and gently placing your hand on his bicep, frowning up at him. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, rolling his eyes and muttered something, though you couldn’t understand.
This went on for a few more minutes before you got annoyed, pulling away from Daveed and glaring him. “Daveed, look at me right now.” He groaned, setting the glass he was ready to drink down and looked at you with a stone cold expression.
“What’s up with you? You were fine before me and Groff went into the closet.” You ranted slightly, “and now- now you’re acting like a child! And I don’t know how to help you!” You threw your hands in the air to make it a bit more dramatic, narrowing your eyes at him.
“God, it’s nothing, Y/n. Just leave it alone.” He growled, shaking his head.
“But it is something.” You argued back, stepping a bit closer to him which made him narrow his eyes as he took a shaky breath.
“Fine, you really want to know?” He cracked, making you nod your head. “I-I, I love you,” he laughed, no humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “This is so cheesy and stupid but when I saw Groff pull your stupid necklace out of that stupid beanie, it was the worst feeling in the world.” He continued. “And I know you would never date him and he doesn’t like you romantically but it’s still an awful feeling-”
“Daveed, shut up.”
He stopped, looking down at you with a hurt expression when you pulled his face down to meet yours, pressing your lips to his.
It took a few moments for him to reciprocate but he finally did, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up onto the counter, kissing you as if he stopped, you’d be gone.
You both eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away to catch your breath, smiling breathlessly at each other.
When you both went back, hand in hand, you were greeted with this scene~
“Who the hell put a deck of cards in the beanie?” Oak groaned, frowning at the deck in his hands which made Lin sheepishly raise his hand.
“What? Did you seriously think we would make out? Nuh uh. We’re gonna play Go Fish for the next seven minutes.”